Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 1196 - 323: The Peculiar Method of Defending the City_2

Chapter 1196: Chapter 323: The Peculiar Method of Defending the City_2

"If we could achieve victory without the loss of a single soldier, that would undoubtedly be the best victory!" Rommel raised his wine glass, its surface rippling with enticing aromatic wafts: "Commander! All we need to do now is wait."

"Wait, wait, wait! Marshal Rommel, every day for the past seven days you’ve said the same thing to me, and I’m nearly sick of hearing it!" The commander of the Imperial Guards, Golemuhamedi, his face a mass of shaking flesh: "The Iron Council [P.S.: "The Iron Council" is the highest military institution of the Mulan Empire, equivalent to the Bimon Army Headquarters.] has always wanted to make a precise assessment of the Bimon Army’s combat strength. As for the expansion of troops to march south and conquer the Aegean Continent, our Mulan Empire has quite a few internal disagreements! You submit an application every year, so why not seize this good opportunity to convince the Iron Council when it’s right in front of you?"

"Regarding the campaign into the Aegean Continent, I will again voice my concerns to Caliph Abdullah and His Majesty the Sultan! This battle we have already won, and to prove bravery by thoughtlessly sacrificing the lives of Mulan’s Mojie is meaningless." Rommel replied with a cold smile to the mockeries of the commander of the Imperial Guard.

"Marshal Rommel! Could it be that the deaths of Tallbruh, Ali Dai Yi, and Madavikia have damaged your aggressive spirit?" The commander of the Imperial Guard, Golemuhamedi, slammed his wine glass down fiercely, squinting at Rommel with an undisguised sneer: "If that’s the case, although we are the guest army, the Imperial Guard wouldn’t mind stepping in!"

"How dare you!" A tremendously strong Arsenic Giant immediately berated the commander of the Sultan’s Imperial Guard: "Do you know who you are speaking to? When the handsome marshal was sweeping through Taklamago, you were still in your mother’s arms drinking camel milk!"

"Hmph..." The commander of the Sultan’s Imperial Guard, Golemuhamedi, looked at the Arsenic Giant and let out a cold laugh. His sturdy left foot stepped on the short stool where a sword sheath lay, "Canglang" a sound of a dragon’s cry, and the commander drew his treasured blade, slicing a curtain of blades over a large plate of roasted camel leg in front of him.

"Crack crack crack"

After a burst of light blade slicing sounds, a smooth piece of connective tissue was revealed on the greasy golden camel leg, and seven slices of meat as thin as cicada’s wings rose up, bouncing up in the air at even intervals. Golemuhamedi reversed the blade and stabbed, with seven slices of camel meat neatly skewered on the gleaming blade, seven greasy meat slices stacked yet still translucent enough to let the brilliant cloud patterns on the blade shine through.

"Big guy, how is your head any different from this camel leg?" The commander of the Sultan’s Imperial Guard, Golemuhamedi, wiped his mouth along the back of the blade, tore off the meat slices on the blade and began to chew vigorously. He even stretched out his bloody tongue to lick the blade of his precious sword while casting a side glance at the Arsenic Giant.

The enraged Arsenic Giant was about to make a move when four burly officers stepped out from behind the commander of the Imperial Guard, using their chests to block the Giant’s way, their eyes full of provocation.

These four officers all stood three meters tall with unusual noses, although powerful in build, each of them hunched; they were the famous strongmen from the Mulan Imperial Guard—the strongest of the desert’s Reinama Tribe, the Camel people.

"Commander Golemuhamedi, as you think, indeed, my courage is shattered... The Sultan’s Imperial Guard has always been revered in Mulan, ’The Flying Camel Army’ has yet to be mentioned in the same breath as the Imperial Guard. If you wish, feel free to give it a try!" Marshal Rommel gestured to call back his own Arsenic Giant while extending a hand towards the commander of the Imperial Guard, Golemuhamedi.

"Rest assured! We will leave a portion of the spoils captured by the Imperial Guard for you!" The commander of the Imperial Guard, Golemuhamedi, stared blankly at the handsome marshal for a good while before bursting into hearty laughter, standing up tall, and leading a party of officers away.

"Handsome marshal, this is too much! In Maerhan, these guys have been robbing us of our credit all along, and this time..." A dozen officers from the "Flying Camel Army" grew anxious, standing up together, ready to persuade the handsome marshal to revoke the order and have the "Flying Camel Army" lead the attack instead.

"There’s no need to say anything! If the Imperial Guard wants to go, let them go!" Rommel let out a chilling laugh: "Beamon will teach these unruly types a lesson for me! Let them realize who truly is Mulan’s First Army!"

"But..." The officers were still a bit uneasy.

"I’ll say it again, try to reduce the Flying Camel Army’s casualties as much as possible! The damn Iron Council, even if I continue to conquer ten more desert states for them, I fear they still won’t agree to advance into the Aegean Continent! This time, I will make them agree!" The handsome marshal flicked his wrist, and a black streak crossed the air, "Thwack" a dull sound, and a pitch-black arrow appeared on the roasted camel leg that the commander of the Imperial Guard Golemuhamedi had demonstrated his swordsmanship on; this arrow was an Immortal Thorn, the tail fitted with freshly cut feathers.

Outside the Mulan camp, the sound of cannons and bugles merged into one.

In front of the camp, a contiguous line of deer fences and caltrops opened up a massive gap, a gap that seemed like the wide open maw of a Giant Beast, as countless Mulan warriors with gleaming scimitars filed out neatly from within, their officers’ commands resounding.