Brothel Manager : Unexpected Encounter with A Hidden Family Heirloom

Loud cries filled the battlefield as hundreds of soldiers died each second. Due to the Farus family pincer attack, the Taurus family fell in defense. The scorpion formation failed to hold any advantage over the crescent moon formation.

As time went on, more and more people fell on the battle field. Others marched forward while stepping on the dead bodies. No one showed any regard for the dead bodies. Almost every frontline warrior is coated in blood.

Even the brave people were shocked by this blood bath. Since the medieval era, wars have always been fought with mechanical weapons. Pulling a trigger or throwing a grenade is much easier to do than personally killing a person by slicing with a sword or punching with a shield.

By afternoon, a rhythm formed among the two armies, and they continued the fight in a coordinated manner. As many people lost the stamina to continue a fierce fight, everyone moved in groups to defend on one side while attacking from behind.

Amara, who used her wit, began sending a few archers with each group of foot soldiers. While standing on the back of the defending group, the archers released arrows to finish off the enemies.

The Taurus family patriarch took a long time to understand the hide-and-seek strategy of the Farus family. After chatting with a few experienced commanders, the Taurus family patriarch advanced the scorpion formation.

The archers and distant attackers who stood in the position of scorpion sting, moved forward along the middle line. A band of experienced shield bearers protected them like flower petals.

As they reached the front of the army, arrows, spears, and needles were released at once. The Farus army, who didn't expect the sudden ambush from the center, fell victim to the rain of arrows.

The Farus family lost more than 50,000 soldiers due to this sudden ambush. Before the consequences became severe, Amara commanded the shield unit to cover the front-line warriors, and the Farus family army hurried back.

Since that ambush, the Taurus family army has dominated the war and continued to push the Farus army. By evening, the Farus family succeed in stabilizing their attacks.

After one more hour, the sun began fading on the horizon. With the command of General Harries, the warning bell was rung, which is an indication of ten minutes left for the war on that day.

Like madmen who lost their reasoning, the front-line troops let go of the guard and began fighting with all their strength. With fierce cries and angry roars, the soldiers of both sides continued to kill their enemies.

As there were only ten minutes left, everyone was using all their remaining strength to fight the enemies. Just as the clock ticked 6 o'clock, a loud siren rang throughout the island.

Many soldiers who were in the heat of battle continued to kill their enemies. Immediately after the siren went off, the bullets fired nonstop, taking the lives of the front-line warriors who were still fighting. The bullets hit both sides without any partiality.

Even some archers, who didn't stop releasing arrows, fell victim to the bullets. Within a minute, the bullets claimed the lives of more than 1,000 soldiers. Ignoring the war, every soldier began running to their side of the island.

Princess Amara, who was fully covered in blood stains, commandered her army back into formation. The Taurus family patriarch, who didn't directly participate in the blood bath, stood at the rear and commanded their retreating soldiers into uniform lines.

Some of the backup soldiers were helping the wounded soldiers. The ones who were with last breath were ignored. Only the ones who could fight after treatment were carried back to the camp.

As the sun disappeared from the sky, the laser beams reactivated, creating a shimmering barrier that once again separated the two sides.

General Harries gave a crisp command, and hundreds of soldiers entered the island, each operating a new type of humanoid machine designed to clear the fallen bodies from the war field. The machines moved with mechanical precision, their arms gently lifting the dead and wounded, their gears whirring softly against the grim silence.

The two armies began their retreat, moving towards their camps in uniform lines. Among them, several soldiers walked with hollow eyes and slumped shoulders, the weight of the day's carnage pressing heavily upon them. Some stumbled, their steps unsteady, as they sobbed quietly, whispering the names of comrades who would never again rise.

The Farus family had faced the brunt of the first day's battle and lost more soldiers than enemies. As they marched, a murmur of anguish rippled through their lines.

Commander Eamon, the main war expert of the Farus family, leading the remnants of the front line, glanced back at his soldiers. His eyes, usually sharp and commanding, were now clouded with grief. "We've lost so many," he muttered to another commander beside him, his voice barely a whisper.

The other commander nodded, his face pale. "Too many," he replied, his voice breaking. "I don't know how we'll face another day of this."

Behind them, the backup army moved with an eerie calm, their faces set but unmarked by the day's horrors. They looked ahead, their expressions a mix of determination and dread, knowing their turn would come soon enough.

In the Taurus camp, the scene was no less grim. Though their losses had been fewer, the toll on their spirits was clear. Soldiers slumped onto makeshift benches, their eyes vacant. Some stared blankly at the ground, others clung to each other, seeking comfort in shared grief.

Servants rushed forward, carrying trays of food and tubs of water, their movements were quick and practiced. "Here, take this," one servant murmured, offering a flask to a soldier whose hands shook so badly he could barely grip it.

"Get away from me!" The soldier snarled, his voice raw with anger and despair. "I don't want anything!" He shoved the flask aside, sending it clattering to the ground.

The servant recoiled but did not protest, understanding the soldier's rage. Nearby, a group of soldiers directed their frustration at other servants, their voices harsh and accusing.

In the midst of this turmoil, the commanders and hidden family members stood watching. They saw the soldiers' anger, their fear, and their frustration, but they did nothing to stop it or control it. They all know that the soldiers must show their anger and grief at someone to fight another battle.