freenovelworld Chapter 414: Desperate Blood Dance: Natasha's Life and Death Battle
Chapter 414: Desperate Blood Dance: Natasha's Life and Death Battle
Over the city of Dexton, the smoke of war had yet to completely dissipate, but new dark clouds had already quietly gathered. Natasha knew that the hidden power of the German enemy, like a dormant venomous snake, would not easily relinquish this long-coveted land. The difficulties and obstacles ahead would be like surging waves, one after another. However, her eyes were firm, her heart as unshakable as a rock. For the peace and tranquility of Dexton, she was ready to face any challenge.
On this sunny and breezy day, Natasha stood on the city wall, gazing at the German army outside. Suddenly, she noticed something unusual: the German soldiers' movements seemed unusually hasty, their once neat formations becoming loose, and even some supplies were discarded around the camp, as if they had been evacuated in a hurry.
Natasha's eyes lit up, and she immediately realized this might be a rare "opportunity." She turned to the female soldiers around her and shouted, "Sisters, look! The German army outside the city seems to be in disarray. This is a good time for us to attack!" The female soldiers responded one after another, their eyes gleaming with excitement and anticipation.
Natasha gave the order without hesitation: "Let's go! We must take advantage of the enemy's confusion and give them a heavy blow!" Before she finished speaking, the female soldiers rushed out of the city gate like an arrow and galloped towards the direction of the enemy's "escape".
They ran across the fields and crossed the stream, their hearts filled with the desire for victory. However, when they entered the valley, an inexplicable chill came over them. The valley was unusually quiet, with only the rustling of leaves in the wind, giving people an eerie atmosphere.
Despite a sense of unease, the female soldiers didn't stop. They pressed on, hoping to quickly overtake the enemy. Suddenly, countless dark figures flashed like ghosts on the hillsides on either side of the valley. They were the carefully arranged German archers and catapults, lying in ambush, waiting for their prey to fall into their trap.
"Shoot!" With this angry shout, arrows like a swarm of locusts shot towards the female soldiers wearing three-point leather armor.
The female soldiers' eyes widened, faces filled with terror. They tried to use their shields to block the torrential rain of arrows, but the sheer number of arrows was too great, so dense that it was suffocating. Like the Grim Reaper's scythe, the arrows drew sharp arcs through the air, whistling with a chilling sound as they hurtled straight towards the female soldiers.
The female soldiers' bodies trembled constantly under the impact of the arrows. Their armor, though light, was as fragile as thin paper in the face of such a dense barrage of arrows. With a crackling sound, the arrows easily penetrated the female soldiers' armor, deeply embedding into their delicate skin, leaving behind hideous scars.
Blood instantly stained their leather armor red, and the agonized moans of the female soldiers echoed through the valley. Their faces were as pale as paper, their lips bloodless, their eyes filled with despair and helplessness. Some women fell to the ground, curled up in a ball, groaning in agony. Others, enduring the excruciating pain, tried to stand up and continue fighting, but their legs, weakened by their injuries, could no longer support their weight.
Immediately afterwards, massive rocks roared out of the trebuchets, pelting the crowd like meteorites crashing to Earth. Each impact was accompanied by shrill screams and splattering blood, creating a scene of unparalleled horror. The female soldiers' bodies were shattered by the rocks, some even being turned into meat patties. Their lives felt so fragile at that moment, as if they could be snatched away at any moment.
On this bloody battlefield, the courage and tenacity of the female soldiers were moving. Despite suffering such a devastating attack, they still did not give up and continued to struggle hard, trying to fight for a glimmer of hope for themselves and their companions.
At the same time, the exit of the valley was firmly blocked by the enemy's elite troops. They were like an indestructible iron wall, trapping the female soldiers in this narrow valley, making it impossible for them to escape.
Natasha's heart sank as she witnessed this scene. She realized she had fallen into a trap set by the enemy, but now there was no escape. However, she didn't give in to fear. Instead, she quickly regained her composure and shouted, "Sisters, we have no way out! Rather than sit and wait for death, we must fight to the death!"
When the female soldiers heard Natasha's cry, it was like a thunderclap exploding in their ears. Their eyes were instantly lit up, and their fighting spirit was ignited. They gripped their weapons tightly, as if it was the last straw for their lives, and rushed towards the enemy without hesitation.
In this narrow valley, the battle was fierce. Every movement of the female soldiers was imbued with determination and courage. They brandished their weapons and engaged the enemy in a desperate struggle. The flashing of swords clashed, the shouts of killing were deafening, and the entire valley was filled with a tense atmosphere.
Despite their desperate situation, the female soldiers showed no fear. Their hearts held only one conviction: to survive! For this conviction, they risked everything. With every swing of their swords, every thrust of their swords, they struck the enemy with relentless courage, relentlessly attacking.
However, the enemy was too numerous. Like a surging tide, they surged forward, wave after wave, encircling the women soldiers. Despite their tenacious resistance, they were ultimately unable to withstand the enemy's fierce assault. One after another, they fell under the enemy's assault, their blood flowing freely across the valley, staining the ground beneath their feet red.
Despite this, the remaining female soldiers refused to give up. Their eyes still shone with an unyielding spirit, a thirst for life and a determination for victory. Natasha led the charge, her body covered in wounds, blood trickling down her cheeks, yet her movements remained fierce. She knew she couldn't fall. As the leader of this group of female soldiers, she had to lead them through this fight.