Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 3378

Asher broke away from the charging formation and went straight for Edmond.

In his fury, Edmond only had time to roar at a soldier beside him, "Go, report to the Marshal. There's another strike team attacking us, hurry!"

The soldier, terrified out of his mind, turned to run for help. However, Jakob's shot pierced straight through his chest.

"Should've figured that out sooner," Jakob muttered. "It's too late now."

Cormac shouted sharply, "All units, push forward with everything you have! Don't stop! Cut straight through the entire camp and fall back to Cliffside Gate!"

Towering flames shot into the sky as massive explosions erupted everywhere, and screams echoed through the night.

The Three Empires' Allied Forces had originally outnumbered Holtrien by an overwhelming margin, but the nighttime raid had come too suddenly. On top of that, the attackers were all elite fighters who focused solely on killing and sabotage.

The sheer chaos and destruction terrified the Allied soldiers, many of whom had barely seen real combat in years. Their strength, which should have been at 70% due to the surprise attack, dropped to barely 30%.

Meanwhile, Holtrien's forces struck like professional raiders, charging in fast and leaving just as quickly without getting dragged into a prolonged fight.

High above, Azrael and Andrew were locked in fierce combat when Azrael suddenly heard his subordinates' desperate screams through his headset.

"Marshal, we can't hold them!"

"Reinforcements! We need reinforcements now!"

Azrael exploded with rage. These useless fools had hundreds of thousands of troops, yet they were already crying for help over a small-scale raid.

It was absurd!

Even if those troops had been hundreds of thousands of pigs, they would not have collapsed this quickly.

Andrew charged in again, his greatsword crashing down and slamming Azrael from midair straight into the ground.

He taunted, "Marshal Cassata, you can't afford to lose focus. Did you not say you wanted to kill me? Then keep going."

As Azrael retreated, he glanced down at the camp below, and his face instantly darkened.

"A double ambush? That was indeed your style. But even if I let you kill at will, what could you possibly do to a force this large?"

He spoke with confidence, yet inside he was burning with fury. He had barely taken tonight's raid seriously. After all, a top-tier marshal who panicked at every minor disturbance would not deserve to be called undefeated.

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