Steel, Explosives, and Spellcasters

The garrison at Revodan had a standing force of only eighty soldiers on the books.

[Note: According to the system, if needed, they could at any time conscript Dusacks and militiamen from the county]

The Revodan municipal government had a security team of twenty people, and over two hundred armed citizens registered.

The four current companies in Revodan were expanded based on this core of troops.

A major commanding four companies—an event most unusual on ordinary days?

But none of the four companies under Major Ronald's command were at full strength.

They were either out foraging for grain or had gone foraging for grain and never returned.

After the "total annihilation" of three hundred-man troops and two companies leaving the city to "suppress bandits," the defending force was reduced to less than one company.

At this moment, the majority were right in front of Samukin.

The Revodan soldiers in the camp didn't even notice Samukin kick open the gate, only a few of them made eye contact with Samukin and stood there just as stunned.

"Major Ronald has betrayed us! We are the New Reclamation Legion! Here to suppress the chaos!" Samukin suddenly bellowed, brandishing his spear and overthrowing a Revodan soldier reaching for his weapon: "Surrender and you will not be killed!"

"Those without red bands on their shoulders are not one of us!" Vashka led his archers into the back door: "Kill!"

Neither the soldiers from Wolf Town nor the Revodan soldiers had uniforms;

For a time, the Revodan soldiers couldn't even tell friend from foe.

Vashka, wearing one of the few suits of plate armor, brandished his war hammer as he broke into the barracks.

He didn't care who was in front of him, as long as they didn't wear red bands on their shoulders; he aimed for the head with ruthless blows.

More and more soldiers joined the carnage in the barracks; the small drill ground was crammed with men fighting to the death in the confined space.

A Revodan soldier, clutching his stomach, cried loudly; his belly had been slashed wide open, spilling slimy intestines, which he desperately tried to shove back in, to no avail.

He wailed and stumbled around, and accidentally stepped on his own intestines.

The new recruits around him, regardless of their allegiance, could hardly resist the urge to vomit up everything in their stomachs at the sight.

Even the soldiers from Wolf Town had never witnessed such gruesome carnage—not many of them, being merely farmers fleeing calamity, joined the army just for a loaf of bread.

But the veteran soldiers who had returned from the wasteland did not utter a word; they didn't even glance at the man.

Their lips were pressed tightly together, and their hands showed no mercy, stabbing ferociously at necks and soft bellies.

One thrust, one twist, one pull, and the blood gushed out like a fountain.

A voice echoed through every corner of the drill ground:

"Major Ronald has betrayed us! We are the New Reclamation Legion! Here to suppress the chaos! Surrender and you will not be killed!"

The Revodan soldiers could no longer bear it and quickly threw down their weapons.

"He's lying!" a blood-soaked officer screamed with all his might in the drill ground: "They are the rebels! They…"

Before he could finish his sentence, a metal spike pierced through his skull.

"Don't bother looking for death." The same voice again.

Another Revodan officer angrily exclaimed: "You are..."

The next second, he too was dead.

"You…" Tang Juan grabbed Moritz in a hurry.

No one understood the true face of war better than Juan, but even he couldn't accept what was happening emotionally: "Those are our own people! Why kill them?"

Brotherhood, as light as a feather, yet as heavy as a mountain of gold.

Even Winters had never acted so ruthlessly against his fellow alumni—except for Sekler.

"Do you know what civil war is?" Moritz countered in a detached tone, yet he couldn't hide the pain in his eyes: "Civil war is when your own people kill each other."