Hail the King Chapter 1028

Chapter 1028: Master and Mowing Gra.s.s (Part One)

[TL Note: There are three parts to this chapter. It is a 1.5-in-1 chapter.]

After thinking for a bit, Pedro decided against showing his strength.

Right now, the aura of the master in the troops of Zenit was on par with Pedro, and this general of Barcelona thought that this mysterious master was Emperor Ya.s.sin of Zenit. He thought that if he got into a battle, he wasn't sure that he could obtain the victory in a short time. If the battle prolonged, and both parties got extremely serious, the ordinary soldiers would be greatly affected and suffer great casualties. After all, top-tier masters could move mountains and fill seas.

Besides, a great strategist was commanding the troops of Zenit. If Pedro were tied down by this mysterious master, the troops of Zenit might be able to completely wipe out [Sea G.o.d's Spear].

After Pedro put his idea of attacking Zenitian soldiers on hold, the mysterious master of Zenit also stopped unleas.h.i.+ng his power. It felt like the two masters reached an implicit agreement.

The two streaks of powerful energies vaguely rivaled each other.

Still, low-tier warriors and ordinary soldiers battled each other.

As time pa.s.sed by, more and more troops of Zenit that were armed with elite equipment showed up from all directions, surrounding Pedro and his tens of thousands of soldiers.

The fierce battle continued from the morning until the afternoon.

The wilderness-covered plain was filled with the corpses of soldiers from both sides, and blood formed streams and rivers. A nose-piercing smell permeated the air, and vultures circled in the sky and chirped after smelling the odor of death, waiting for a feast to begin. Also, the few warhorses that lost their owners and were still alive chewed the green gra.s.s that was stained by blood!

Pedro tried to seize the opportunity and order his soldiers to counterattack when an opening appeared in the formation of Zenitian soldiers. However, Zenitians seemed to be able to react faster, and they fought back and completely shattered these Barcelonan soldiers' efforts.

It was clear that a genius commander was ordering the troops, and his adaptability to the situation was better compared to that of Pedro.

In the end, [Sea G.o.d's Spear] had to drop the pride of a legion of a level 9 empire and focus on defense. They all crowded onto a small hill and defended for dear life. Only less than 20,000 soldiers remained； the casualties were high.

However, the Zenitians didn't slow down. They rushed up like waves in a tsunami, and they were aggressive and seemed endless.

"Attack! Avenge the King of Byzantine!"

"For the King of Lude, the King of Tins, the King of Leno, and the King of Evergrande as well as the 11,365 warriors of Zenit! They all died for the honor of Zenit! We must avenge them!"

"Get rid of the invaders! An eye for an eye! Blood for blood!"

The warriors of Zenit shouted and charged forward fearlessly. They were so frenzied that their eyes all turned red.

The shameless Barcelonans attacked Zenit without announcing war, and they killed four kings of affiliated kingdoms. Also, no one knew if the King of Byzantine were dead or alive.

Wherever Barcelonan soldiers went, the land was scorched, and the civilians were killed. Every Zenitian was angered by the cruelty of the enemies, and they weren't willing to back off since their homeland and loved ones were behind them.

"Sir, we can't hold up anymore. We should break out of this situation of being surrounded and retreat!"

A military officer who was covered in blood ran back to Pedro and suggested with an anxious expression.

[Make sure that you subscribe to us on - noodletowntranslated dot com! You will get the most recent update in your email!]

Chapter 1028: Master and Mowing Gra.s.s (Part Two)

Pedro pointed out his index finger and middle finger, and a streak of red light flashed by. Then, the head of this military officer landed on the ground.

Pedro lightly said, "Pa.s.s my order! People at every formation should bring out the honor and dignity of Barcelonan soldiers. Defend and hold your positions! If anyone backs off one step, the whole team will be executed!"

[Sea G.o.d's Spear] was only facing the troops of a level 1 empire. If they backed off by even one step, they will become the laughingstock of the entire continent.

"Yes!" the military officers around Pedro were shocked, and they went to the frontline to supervise the battle themselves.

The battle became even more tragic and savage.

A ton of corpses piled up at the place where the soldiers of Zenit and Barcelona fought each other, and these corpses formed small hills. The distance of about 100 meters became a death zone. The soldiers of both empires fought each other ferociously, trying to claim every inch of the land. The small hills made of corpses looked like mountains on the sea of blood in h.e.l.l.

As time pa.s.sed by, Pedro's twisted eyebrows gradually relaxed. He looked back and heaved a sigh of relief.

"After calculating the time, we are close. After holding for about 30 minutes, we can completely destroy this main battle legion of Zenit; we don't need to drag this on anymore. Then, we can directly venture deep into the territory of Zenit and get to the Capital City of Zenit, right?"

A smile appeared on Pedro's face.

Everything was within his control.

However, his smile froze on his face in the next second.

"What? Zenitians… actually are retreating?"

Suddenly, loud bugles sounded further away, and the troops of Zenit that were attacking [Sea G.o.d's Spear] slowly exited the battlefield like falling tides. Every formation coordinated with each other perfectly, and they continued to fight as they pulled out of this battle.

Like locusts that dashed through a wheat field, everything was taken including the corpses of their peers and the various equipment, weapons, and armor.

Even though these Zenitian soldiers were retreating, they left no openings or weaknesses. They moved in order and retreated with a plan. Even though Pedro wanted to order his soldiers to counterattack, he felt like he was facing a hedgehog that curled up into a spiky ball. He felt powerless and couldn't do anything about it.

In less than ten minutes, tens of thousands of Zenitian soldiers disappeared from the vast plain.

About 15 minutes later, large groups of reinforcements of Barcelonans appeared on the south side of the plain. Like a black flood, they rushed to the hill with a destructive and murderous spirit.

Pedro sighed. This was one of Barcelona's elite ground combat legions, [Hand of Execution]. This legion was a famous main battle legion, and their half-cavalry equipment made them have great combat strength and mobility.

In reality, Pedro already sent the signal within the first hour when the troops of Zenit showed up, requesting [Hand of Execution] to charge forward at full speed and gather at this location. Unfortunately for them, this legion was still a bit slow.

"There must be a continental-level commander overseeing the troops of Zenit!" Pedro lamented.

He planned to use himself and [Sea G.o.d's Spear] as the bait to attract more troops of Zenit close to the hill. When the reinforcements showed up, they could combine forces and completely obliterate all the enemy troops in the southern region of Zenit.

This way, Zenitians wouldn't have the strength to hara.s.s them along the way.

[Make sure that you subscribe to us on - noodletowntranslated dot com! You will get the most recent update in your email!]

Chapter 1028: Master and Mowing Gra.s.s (Part Three)

However, the intelligent commander of Zenit saw through this tactic, and the troops of Zenit all moved away before [Hand of Execution] got here, not giving Barcelonans the chance to defeat them.

The first official battle of Zenitians and Barcelonans ended without a clear outcome.

In reality, Pedro felt like he already lost.

This wasn't a good sign.

Ever since he stepped into the territory of Zenit, Pedro felt like everything that he encountered confused him.

Without question, the military of Barcelona was facing a race that was extremely tough and had a strong sense of rebellion.

"Mr. Pedro, I'm sorry. We are here too late." Under the protection of a team of cavaliers, Commander Tello of [Hand of Execution] bowed at Pedro and apologized.

This young man also graduated from La Masia Royal Military Academy, and his face that had sharp edges contained the aggression and decisiveness of young people.

In terms of official status, Tello was two levels lower than Pedro.

"It is not your fault. The Zenitians were too cunning and discovered our battle plan." Pedro was quite appreciative of this young man.

In reality, the graduates of La Masia Royal Military Academy who had Catalonia Royal Bloodline were united. Since they were related by blood, they formed their circle in the military system of Barcelona and protected their interests. They pretty much controlled the military of Barcelona.

On the opposite side of the people who graduated from La Masia Royal Military Academy, there were legion commanders such as Alves, Sánchez, and Mascherano. They entered the military of Barcelona through other means, and the two sides had many conflicts.

"Sir, please allow me to lead 10,000 elite cavalrymen to chase after the enemies. I'm sure that we can catch up and kill these dirty Zenitians!" Tello was quite confident.

"Nevermind." Pedro shook his head and said, "The enemies are cunning, and they might have set up traps. Tello, there is something more important for you to do. You can lead the cavalrymen and mow the gra.s.s in the region within a diameter of 50 kilometers. These savages will never be a.s.similated by us, so they don't have the right to live on this land. With the will of the G.o.ds, we are going to become the new rulers of this beautiful land."

"Mow the gra.s.s?" After a short pause, Tello became excited, and he said, "As you wis.h.!.+ Sir, don't worry! I will complete this mission to the fullest!"

Mow the Gra.s.s was a unique strategy that the Imperial Military Headquarters of Barcelona created.

In a sense, it was a race ma.s.sacre. All Zenitians were going to be killed! No animals could even survive. Regardless if these people were civilians, n.o.bles, merchants, or tourists. As long as they weren't Barcelonans, they would be killed even if they were seniors or children who were just born.

With this att.i.tude, the Barcelona Empire had wiped out many human empires and enemies in the last few hundred years.

To many soldiers of Barcelona, mowing the gra.s.s meant that they could kill, rob, burn, and r*pe to their hearts' content. They could vent all their negative emotions.

In one day, the bravery of Zenitians and the endless hara.s.sment already made Pedro lose patience, and he felt a little uneasy. He was going to completely wipe out this race that could pose a threat to Barcelona.

To claim all of Zenit's land and achieve that goal, they had to be willing to pay any price.

The lives of people in other empires were worthless to the military officers of Barcelona such as Pedro.

Since Barcelona had been walking on this path of militarism for a long time, they were already used to ma.s.sacres like this.

Tello soon disappeared with elite cavalrymen to execute this mission.

[Make sure that you subscribe to us on - noodletowntranslated dot com! You will get the most recent update in your email!]