Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 362 - 78: The Bloody Sanggan River_2

Chapter 362: Chapter 78: The Bloody Sanggan River_2

Commander Jennifer had no choice but to order her four light cavalry squads to charge into the numbing river waters, crossing almost waist-deep.

Eight woolly rhinoceroses couldn’t swim, so they could only stay in place with Commander Jennifer, under the mocking gaze of Count Totti.

"Crush those goblins! Capture those Beamon beauties alive for me! If a strand of their hair gets harmed, I will skin you, stuff you with straw, and hang you on Dorott city’s walls for display!" The Earl, restraining his warhorse, incessantly issued orders to his warriors.

"Whoever captures one of the beauties! A reward of ten thousand gold coins!" The Earl’s words heated up the icy water, and the hot blood of every desperado, whether they had faced the "Town Fire" magic scroll or not, was burning intensely.

Count Totti glanced back at the roaring fire spirits on the Red Earth Highland, a smile of victory gracing his lips.

The engineers were still rushing to make rafts. However, they would soon need to move location, as the heat radiating from the Red Earth, though the fire spirits wouldn’t burn anything past it, was causing the vegetation around them to wilt. The plants near the edges, whether bamboos or Suoluo trees, were turning yellow with their leaves and bark drying out, visibly vaporizing.

As each massive raft was constructed, a batch of warriors would immediately push it onto the river. Loads of mercenaries eagerly hopped on, their pockets filled with the yet-to-be-earned ten thousand gold coins, their paddling speed seemingly part of a race.

The magical flames burned brighter, causing the darkening sky to be covered in an extravagant glow. The surface of the Sanggan River reflected a bloody red color, and that day was destined to be devoid of darkness.

The dense barricade of rafts made their way through the ice on the river surface, with countless warhorses moving through the water, causing the wide Sanggan river to seem narrow.

The goblin soldiers on the defensive line across the river clearly couldn’t handle the pressure and began to desert. Several tower shields were knocked down, and no amount of shouting from the Beamon females had any effect.

"Sweethearts, don’t be afraid, we’re coming... we’re coming..." the earl murmured, closely observing the situation through his Eagle Eye Telescopic Glass and chuckled.

The distance narrowed to 100 yards, the heavy scythe-wielders tightly gripped their giant scythes and tower shields. The helmsmen significantly increased their paddling speed, causing their drenched bamboo poles to rapidly dart in and out of the water.

Landing! Everyone was preparing for the landing!

The archers began their suppression fire; worried about friendly fire, every shot was aimed at the flanks of the Beamon females. The commander of the archers perspired more than everyone else.

The porcupine people and skunk people started to retaliate with slings. The sparse stones stood in ridiculous contrast with the drizzling arrows; every mercenary felt this world was quite adorable.

Fearing the arrows, the goblins surprisingly huddled behind their tower shields. The initially loose defensive line got broken into two clusters after three rounds of arrow storms, leaving a blank space in the center.

The mercenaries of the "Metal Rose" cheerfully jeered, giving this defensive line a pleasant name.

While ridiculing the ignorance of the Beamon, the mercenaries nervously wiped their sweaty palms. Too unexpected! Before the fight had begun, such a large loophole appeared in the battle line.

All the heavy scythe-wielders took off their helmets, revealing their shiny heads and tiny braids behind their necks. If they were to land and attack, even if there were only fifty scythe-wielders, it would be enough to massacre all the enemies. Just like how easy and relaxed it is to crack a walnut with a hammer.

On the Aegean Continent, there’s a common saying - when the gods want to destroy a person, they first make them arrogant. This phrase couldn’t better describe the heavy scythe-wielders’ predicament.

Under the roaring laughter of the mercenaries, things resembling fish fins appeared on the icy river surface. The flame on the Red Earth Highland shone on these "fins", reflecting a cold glint unique to deadly weapons.

As these "fins" rapidly approached the mercenaries’ rafts, the waves in the river hid the vicious reflection. The eyes of most scythe-wielders were tightly focused on the river’s opposite bank, calculating the main points of attack for the landing battle.

The rafts began to make chilling splitting sounds. All the mercenaries just froze for a moment when the large rafts where the heavy scythe-wielders stood got cut in two, just like a steak being sliced by a dining knife. It happened not only to one raft but almost all the rafts that the heavy scythe-wielders were standing on split into two halves, the sounds of splitting bamboo and scythe-wielders falling into the water echoed simultaneously.

Shocking change!

The Earl, who had been observing the progress confidently, immediately turned pale.

Neither the archers nor the spearmen had the chance to clear their heads when their own rafts were also chopped into two halves by a rapid blade. Some of them let out horrific cries when they found their feet had been cut off.

However, the screams were quickly drowned by the river water.

In a span of a few breaths, all forty rafts were cut into two halves by the alarming force emanating from under the water. The sounds of people falling into the water dominated this phase of the battle.