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"Centurion, we found these," a soldier walked over, carrying some rusty weapons and a bundle of old documents.
Maximian furrowed his brow, took the items, and quickly glanced over them. Although these things seemed unremarkable, he knew that even the most insignificant intelligence could become a crucial factor in changing the course of a battle.
"Okay, collect these. We will report back to the higher-ups and see if we can find anything from these clues." Maximian issued the final order, and the soldiers nodded in agreement. Then the whole team reorganized and prepared to leave this mysterious open space and return to the base.
However, Maximian still had a trace of unease in his heart. Everything seemed too smooth and too ordinary. He decided to be more cautious, not letting any detail slip by, because he knew that war was always full of variables.
Maximian stood in the center of the military fort and ordered the soldiers, "Everyone, assemble! We will proceed according to the original route and head to the nearest village." His brows were tightly furrowed, not hiding his discontent.
The soldiers slowly gathered, each with the same emotion on their faces: a subtle dissatisfaction and reluctant acceptance of the order. The officers walked behind, occasionally shouting loudly to urge everyone to pick up the pace.
Just as they were about to leave this seemingly boring military fortress, suddenly—
"Swoosh swoosh swoosh!" A series of rockets shot in from outside the fortress, instantly igniting the walls. Maximian's pupils shrank suddenly, and he understood what this meant.
"Quick, retreat! Everyone, fall back!" he shouted loudly.
But at that moment, dozens of figures appeared on the stockade wall. These savage strong men leaped down and surrounded the vanguard. Maximian looked at the enemy's numbers and couldn't help but sneer.
"These people are not worth mentioning," he thought to himself. vanguard There are over seven hundred soldiers, theoretically fully capable of driving out these savage.
However, at that moment, a burly man appeared at the burning gate. The man's upper body was bare, draped in a bear skin, and covered in strange tattoos. He spoke a language they couldn't understand to Maximian in a taunting tone.
After speaking, the burly man raised the battle-axe high and let out a deafening roar, leading the charge towards the vanguard. The other savages also shouted and followed him in the charge.
Maximian tightly gripped the sword hilt and ordered the soldiers, "Prepare to break through! The target is the burning gate. Everyone, charge through!"
The soldiers quickly formed into formation, their weapons gleaming in the cold light. Under Maximian's command, they made their final preparations, ready to break through this sudden predicament.
In the fortress illuminated by the surrounding flames, the vanguard and the savages once again intertwined in a tense battle. The cries of the battlefield, the clash of metal swords, and the panting roars together formed a symphony of life and death. The dance of flames was like the prelude to war, illuminating every face intertwined with determination and fear.
Suddenly, the burly man appeared in Maximian's line of sight, his eyes fierce like a wolf, wielding an almost excessively large iron hammer. He surged through the battlefield with overwhelming strength, like a raging beast, charging straight at Maximian.
The guards beside Maximian immediately sensed the danger and swiftly rushed forward with their short swords to block the giant man. However, the burly man's strength far exceeded the guards' expectations, and with a single shoulder charge, he sent the guard flying to the side like a puppet. The guard's body crashed to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood, on the verge of losing consciousness.
Following that, the burly man raised his large hammer high, his whole body seemingly filled with power, and smashed it down towards Maximian. Maximian reacted extremely quickly, dodging with a swift step, narrowly avoiding the fatal blow. The hammer landed heavily on the ground, instantly shattering the earth and sending cracks in all directions.
Maximian stood beside the cracks, taking a deep breath. At this moment, he fully understood that he was facing a surprisingly unexpected and incredibly powerful enemy. He secretly resolved to use all his strength and skill to defeat this dangerous opponent.
The firelight shone on Maximian's stern and resolute face as he gripped his sword tightly, preparing for the impending life-and-death battle.
His eyes blazed as he gazed at the burly man in front of him. The giant's hand held a massive war hammer, seemingly cumbersome, but each swing carried astonishing power and speed.
Maximian took a deep breath, quickly calculating in his mind. He knew that close-range combat was his advantage, as it would make it difficult for the burly man to wield his hammer effectively. He leaped forward, pointing his sword at the giant, ready to strike.
However, at this crucial moment, as if anticipating it, the burly man suddenly reached out a large hand and instantly grabbed Maximian's sword hand. With a "crack!" sound, the wrist was twisted fiercely, almost causing the sword to fly out of his hand.
Then, the burly man suddenly kicked him away with force, as if he were a rag doll drawing a strange arc in the air. Maximian fell heavily to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of thick phlegm with blood at the corner of his mouth. Despite this, he still tightly gripped the hilt of his sword, as if it were his last hope in life.
He was like a wounded beast, enduring the pain in his body, forcing himself to roll to his feet. He struggled to steady his breath, tightly gripping the sword hilt again, and regained the rhythm of the battle. But at that moment, he noticed that the burly man had already lifted the astonishingly large hammer, a sly smile flashing in his eyes, and fiercely came at him.
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