The clash.

This fucking idiot! I would give him the chance to surrender!

The enemy army seems to be a bit bigger than ours. 200 man? But no one has armor, some guys barely have weapons. Just holding knives. The only real challenge is the number of monks here, 40 to 50, robed guys holding security batons.

They actually seem eager to fight us, the rest, not so much. But the monks still makes the villagers go first. Kinda of asshole move.

"SHIELDS UP!" My sergeants start to scream.

"JAVIS, PREPARE FOR IT!" the light spearmen on the back take a stance, to throw the javelins.

"HOLD... HOLD... HOLD... RELEASE!" at my command the javelins fly, every single one over 90m, from a standing position. My soldiers are better than any Olympic champion.

Screams and death coming from the sky, I only have, 12 artillery with me here, since the archers are at home.

"RELEASE!" 24 hits, I can still command one more volley, but I prefer to hold, for some strategic value. Besides, I have one more artillery unit.

"HAWKS! HOLD... HOLD... HOLD... RELEASE AT WILL!" the tomahawks have an effective range of 40m give or take, some guys can go up to 70m, honestly, I think this is kind of a failed unit, they are cheap to train, but I think shield with tomahawks would be better.

On the other side, they hit a lot but just hurt the vast majority. Throwing almost 90 tomahawks at the practically naked enemies is a huge morale breaker. Even if you don't kill them... maybe the light infantry isn't so bad.

Finally, the crash. Field war is very slow, everyone is afraid of getting hit. So they are defensive. For most people war isn't about killing your enemies, is about convincing the leader of the opposite army you are capable of killing.

This is not the case for my man, thanks to the dungeon, all of them have at least once a week participation on a life and death battle. They know how to behave. They know how to kill. This war is on our pace.

That until the monks start jumping over everyone. Especially an old man, he is taking the shit of my man, I run at him.

"AHOY OLD FUCK!" I try to bash him, only for him to dodge and underpunch me. But now I'm used to getting punched in the face. My soldier turns to the battle leaving the old man to me.

"Serve my family, barbarian!" The old man spats "you can live much longer! Have many riches, all you have to do is bow, just bow to me" Crazy hag, have no idea he is losing the war. Cultivators don't fight like a group, almost never at least, they make ambush at best. Train as teams sometimes, but 100 people fighting as a group, this doesn't happen. He can't understand he is losing. But he can hurt my army if I don't distract him.

I have to choose my personality to fight him, I'm thinking Batman, but I don't really have any intimidation technic to use on him or clever plans. I just want to fight. A good and old beating down. Maybe I'm just Marc the asshole, for this one.

"Fuck you, grampa!" I make a side attack with the ax, he easily dodged, but no my kick.

The kick he blocked with the baton. Fucking hurt!

"Careless!" he said. I saw the blue glow of his weapon but was too fast, a straight on my ribs, all the air left my lung. But he is surprised for some reason, I can work with that, kicking sand to his face, he blocked too, but ineffectively. His body makes him squeeze his eyes, not completely, but a little.

I faint a high blow and go to a side one. The lack of visual is enough to do the trick, he makes a high defense, and my ax eats his left shoulder deeply.

But I also paid the price, his high defense comes back as a mighty crunch on my nose. It was just a reflex blow, this old fuck is much stronger than me. I'm only alive because of my armor.

He is cursing, his left arm just hanging in there. My helmet is broken, my nose too. The taste of blood and the uncontrollable tears is horrible. My mouth is weird too like is caved in, my teeth aren't closing right. "Mofferfuca, dis furt!" something is definitely wrong.

"You fucking Barbarian! You push me to this!" The old man, start to glow, the security baton is glowing very sharp. "I WILL DISMEMBER YOU!". He screams end teleports in front of me. He only has one hand, I can guess from where the blow is coming from, defending and attacking at the same time.

Useless. I do not feel my attack connecting. But I do feel my leg trying to separate from my body. Before I can do anything as another blow came again, on my chest, the armor there is the best, but already take a good beating, my chest cave in, and I fly.

I try to look up and give my sign. The old man did not notice, he is upon me, smiling like a creep. His hand is rising, a final blow.

THUMP.

THUMP

THUMP

THUMP.

4 javelins tips are sticking out of his torso. I kick him before he releases the punch. The old fuck fall, but he is trying to get up.

I'm very fucked too, my regeneration isn't working fast enough. So, I just crawl away, the old man doesn't die by pure will. But he can't do anything, just dying slowly. I put myself on my feet. I really want to win a fight one on one spectacularly, but I'm not learning martial arts fast enough.

Furthermore, I drag myself to my ax. And go to the old man, living a line on the sand. My big ass ax.

"YOu... Are a FUcking disgrace!" he's screaming blood.

"But at least I will be alive to learn more, old men"

This is true, it wasn't a good fight, but much better than my previous one. And this guy was crazy strong. Like, I know my cultivation would be weaker than my opponents, but I don't think this was a disgraceful, after all this is war, not a stupid duel.

I raised my ax.

"Bye bye"

THUMP!