Winner Takes All

The whistling arrow.

The speed was extremely fast, as if it was breaking the winds and tearing the snow.

The speed was lightning fast.

At that very moment, Achilles White was shocked and too late to block it as he was distracted.

The sharp arrow with the death calling was already in front of him.

Clang!

A cold ray of light exploded from a slant.

As sparks erupted, the arrow that was an inch away from Achilles' face was deflected and flew sideways. It then plunged into the snow with a thud.

The sudden scene had caught Achilles by surprise.

"Hiss..."

Debut and the other three even drew in a breath of cold air at the same time.Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

All three of them looked at Jack as if they were looking at a monster.

"A Tungsten Alloy Arrow, this can be more deadly than a sniper round!"

Yarol, who was well versed with weapons and equipment, instantly focused on the arrow that got stuck in the snow, And his heart was in an uproar, "This arrow alone weigh almost a kilogram. And it can only be fired with a crossbow. Its power must be terrifying!"

After a brief description.

The way Yarol looked at Jack was tinged with a hint of fear.

It was evident that if it wasn't for Jack who wielded the 'Dragon Cavalry Sword' in the matter of milliseconds. Achilles' face would have been punctured by it.

But to swing 25 kilograms of Dragon Calvary Sword and deflect a tungsten alloy arrow that was stronger than a sniper round. That was the best proof of strength! "Tha, Thanks..."

At that moment, Achilles, who had survived his ultimate demise, couldn't help but be grateful to Jack.

"We're teammates."

Jack shook his head and squinted his eyes. His face was as cold as stone as he faced towards the blizzard, "Prepare for battle. Achilles, you have made some judgemental errors this time."

The corner of Achilles' mouth twitched a bit as he was embarrassed to the core.

The Dragon Calvary had long ago crushed hundreds of forces outside of their territory. And all those words that he proclaimed earlier were nothing but the truth.

Nowadays, integrating their new recruits quickly into the Dragon Calvary was by assigning them to patrol duties. This was the safest and most effective way for their new recruits to get up to speed with the whole Dragon Calvary.

But what happened just then was like a slap in the face for Achilles. The burning sensation was because of how shameful it was.

In the distance, the sound of horses galloping like a tidal wave was heard.

But because of the snowstorm, it was not possible to locate where the enemy was coming from.

Even with this, Jack and the others weren't shaken by it.

For the Dragon Calvary, cold arms were their tradition. But for the hundred tribes of the outlands, they had always used firearms and modern weapons!

Even though there wasn't a complete ban of any sort of firearm inside the Dragon Calvary.

Under these snowstorm conditions, the effectiveness of cold weapons was truly superior to conventional firearms.

It was not unusual for the enemies to detect them in advance and strike first if they used their detectors.

The use of crossbow and arrow and abandonment of firearms was apparent. When a crossbow shoots, the sound it made was definitely easily concealed under the sounds of the gushing snowstorm.

Achille looked stern. His eyes were filled with coldness as he focused on the Tungsten Alloy Arrow that was stuck in the snow. He then spoke in a deep voice, "Tungsten Alloy Arrow is Oirat tribe's specialty. Men, prepare yourselves, It looks like we are facing the Oirat tribe again. Damn it... it looks like the bloody war of 3 years ago wasn't enough for these barbarians. They have been defeated for three years, and now, they strike again."

Chhk!

As he spoke, Achilles drew his Dragon Cavalry Sword. He then faced towards which the arrow had came from with murderous intent. He then laughed menacingly, "This is our first patrol duty and yet we have met our enemy. Let the bravest be the victor!"

His voice was like the sounding of a war drum. Filled with majestic aura of unrelenting power.

But then.

"Ser, Sergeant White. This is a bit presumptuous; we don't even know how many people are on the other side yet!"

"The bravest is indeed the victor, but it's not right for us to charge into battle without knowing the enemy's intelligence!" Yarol and Cole said one after the other.

Both of them were the best in their respective military ranks. They're very experienced in combat.

But Achilles' simple, brutal, and almost reckless approach was unacceptable to the two men.

As far as Achilles current approach was concerned, it was bravado and domineering alright.

But to put this in simpler terms, it also meant.

In defiance of death, just take it!

"This is the way of the Dragon Calvary!"

Achilles raised his sword. He then turned around and look at Yarol and Cole, and smiled proudly, "If you join the Dragon Calvary, you must adapt and adore this type of combat style! On the battlefields, everything is ever-changing. You'll never know when the battle will erupt. This battle will give you a thorough understanding for the Northern Territory and the Dragon Calvary itself!"

Before Yarol and Cole could respond.

Jack had already moved his horse forward, alongside Achilles.

The cold, stern speech echoed in the ears of Yarol and Cole. It immediately dispelled their hesitations.

"The number of the enemy shouldn't be too large. They should also be a patrolling squad like us. They have already spotted us in this upcoming battle. Do we really want to retreat like a bunch of cowards? In this first mission, hide behind the lines and be the laughingstock of our three hundred thousand soldiers back in the Dragon Calvary camp?"

After hearing this.

The look of hesitation on Yarol and Cole's faces instantly disappeared.

The glory of a soldier!

To retreat from the battlefield would have been a disgrace.

What's more, it was their first mission as the Dragon Calvary!

If they retreated to the Dragon Calvary camp, they would never have the face to remain as the Dragon Calvary even if their self-esteem was as thick as a wall.

At that very moment, Debut, who had been quiet for the whole time, also drew his sword.

But his sword was different from Jack and Achilles, his sword wasn't the Dragon Calvary Sword, it was a typical broadsword.

"In defiance of death, just take the motherfuckers!"

Debut gripped his sword with both hands and said in a murderous tone, "I have been in the army for so many years, and I have never been afraid of death. If we were to retreat back to the camp and be the laughingstock of our three hundred thousand soldiers, I might as well die in battle."

As soon as the words came out, Debut's legs clamped down on the belly of his horse. And the horse slowly moved forward and formed a line with Jack and Achilles.

Behind him, Yarol and Cole glanced at each other, their expressions were filled with determination.

With that.

Two more horses came forward, alongside Jack and the others.

Five men and their horses, as they stood in the stormy winter. Their gazes were all filled with murderous intent at the blizzard in front of them.

The thundering sounds of horses galloping became clearer and clearer.

Vaguely, there could see the black silhouettes charging towards them with killing intent as if a black torrent.

Achilles laughed disdainfully and said to Jack, "You guessed it right, it really is the scouts of the Oirat tribe. They have twenty at most, no more."

"Five against twenty. Each of us gets to fight four of them. This shouldn't be much of a problem!" Jack nodded, with no doubt about Achilles' observation.

However.

After he said this.

Debut who was beside him made a joking face and looked at Jack, "Jack, we should share our blessings and our difficulties as brothers. Can you be so kind and help me take care of two of them?" Jack was speechless

'What the hell with this guy?'