Although they were defective, the Fire Spirit Talismans could still shatter a stone weighing several hundred jin when thrown. As for the Armor Talisman, Charles Carter tried it on a wild boar; it could withstand ordinary swords and blades without causing injury.

However, if it was up against the high-quality spears and swords used by generals in the military camp, it wouldn’t hold up and would result in injury. It seems that a defective product is still a defective product—it will never make it to the main stage.

Moreover, making talismans was exhausting. Just a few talisman papers would drain all spiritual power. Producing them in large quantities at once was simply impossible. Fortunately, with wood and stone to replenish physical strength, recovery was a bit faster. Two days later, a great battle broke out at Malin Slope.

At five in the morning, the military camp’s bugle sounded. Charles Carter hurriedly got up, washed up, ate, and then rushed to the parade ground.

Soon, tens of thousands of troops gathered at the massive muddy square of the parade ground. Over twenty generals, imposing in steel helmets and armor, arrived at the front of the platform. General George Grant, accompanied by the four great guardian generals, quickly ascended the platform.

“Today, we will face the tiger-wolf army led by Mark Scott of the Great Yuan Dynasty in a decisive battle at Malin Slope. Both sides have amassed fifty thousand troops…” George Grant’s voice, full of inner strength, echoed across the field so that every soldier could hear. It was said that George Grant had reached about the 10th rank in skill—truly a master.

“Is Mark Scott really that formidable?” Charles Carter whispered to Jack Foster.

“Of course. The army led by Mark Scott of the Great Yuan is known as the tiger-wolf army. It’s also one of the famous Blue Cavalry units of the Great Yuan.

Their generals have prestige comparable to ours. This battle will definitely be a life-and-death struggle. Younger Carter, you must be careful to protect yourself.

On the battlefield, arrows don’t have eyes. More importantly, you need to watch out for your opponent. If you run into a high-level martial artist, they could take your life with a sword strike from a distance.

And those specially made war chariots that can fire high-powered arrows are even more terrifying. An arrow as thick as a spear can pierce through several meters of stone.

They’re often used to target experts or wipe out the personal guards around generals. One shot can pierce through dozens of chests before stopping.” Jack Foster quietly explained to Charles Carter.

“Goodness, if that hits a person, it’d be a disaster.” Charles Carter stuck out his tongue.

“That just means your luck is bad.” Jack Foster said.

The drums sounded, the bugles blared, and tens of thousands of troops set out in formation.

Malin Slope was a three-hour march from the camp. Charles Carter led the Black Cavalry, each with a warhorse. So, their speed was fast, and they ran at the front. This, of course, made things much more dangerous.

He had already stuffed the Armor Talisman in his pocket, ready to activate it at the first sign of trouble. Since it was a defective Armor Talisman, once activated, the spiritual power in the paper would only last a few minutes before it became useless.

The journey was peaceful, and after three hours they arrived at Malin Slope without incident. Charles Carter noticed that, although called a “slope,” Malin Slope was actually quite gentle. It spanned over a dozen kilometers, making it suitable for two armies to face off.

There wasn’t much room for tricks in a direct confrontation; both sides had a complete set of procedures. It all came down to real strength and numbers.

Both armies lined up, and the first wave of attack began with the thunderous sound of drums. Archers emerged, and a rain of arrows shot toward the enemy. The air was filled with the swishing sound of arrows, the arrow rain so dense it nearly blocked out the sun.

Soon, the ground was littered with fallen arrows. There were casualties in this first wave, as arrows don’t discriminate. Even with shields, it was hard to avoid injury.

Woooo…

The sound of the rhinoceros horn bugle rang out.

Kill…

A hundred thousand soldiers shouted as thousands of troops charged forward, the vast earth trembling. The wild grass on Malin Slope flew about, dust and stones rolled everywhere. The scene truly made Charles Carter feel a bit terrified.

He was quite clever, sticking to the center of the Black Cavalry. By rights, as a centurion of the Black Cavalry, Charles Carter should have been charging at the front.

However, he wasn’t greedy for merit and let other centurions lead the Black Cavalry at the front, while he stayed in the middle, which was definitely safer.

Charles Carter noticed that, during the charge, the warhorses around him kept neighing in pain, spraying blood and collapsing. The soldiers nearby were also falling from their horses, blood spraying everywhere. As the two armies drew closer, Charles Carter saw that of his hundred men, only about thirty were left; the rest had all been killed by flying arrows, blood spraying as they fell. Some had already been trampled into a pile of meat paste by the warhorses, a sight so chilling it made people want to run away.

War was truly brutal!

Charles Carter personally saw the Black Cavalry centurion Jason Hall, who had charged at the very front, get his head sliced off by something unknown, blood spurting as it flew through the air. More than a dozen Black Cavalry soldiers beside him also lost their heads at the same time.

In an instant, a dozen heads flew through the air, making one’s scalp tingle—Charles Carter almost wanted to run away.

This was truly unlucky; all those in front had been decapitated and their bodies fell, leaving Charles Carter suddenly exposed at the very front.

A blade wind swept over, and Charles Carter quickly activated an Armor Talisman. Zzzzt—he saw several of his subordinates beside him get their heads sliced off, seven or eight bloody heads flying into the air.