Brothel Manager : Unexpected Encounter with A Hidden Family Heirloom

The battlefield was chaotic with the cries of dying soldiers. Amara led her Farus soldiers with fierce determination and began chopping down the spear soldiers who pierced their front wall in needle formation.

The soldiers around her followed her lead, their spirits rised by her bravery. The ten thousand Taurus soldiers who had penetrated their shield wall were falling like wheat before the scythe.

The outer shield wall had been secured, and there was a fleeting sense of hope among the Farus troops. They believed they could hold back the Taurus family's trap until evening. But suddenly, a sharp command from the Taurus family patriarch shattered their confidence.

"Archers! Rain arrows over the enemy!" Ryon bellowed from his elevated position. His voice carried over the din of battle, resolute and unyielding. He was willing to sacrifice his own soldiers if it meant decimating the Farus army.

In an instant, the sky darkened as a torrent of arrows filled the air. The sound of thousands of bowstrings releasing in unison created a sinister melody that echoed across the battlefield. Amara's soldiers looked up in horror, realizing they had no cover.

"Whoosh... Whoosh... Whoosh..." The arrows descended like a storm, their deadly tips glinting in the sunlight.

"Shields up! Retreat to cover!" Amara shouted, trying to organize her troops amidst the chaos. But it was too late. The spear soldiers of the Farus family, who had resolved to fight to the death, stood their ground, preventing any retreat.

The air was filled with the sickening sound of arrows piercing flesh. Soldiers fell by the dozens, their cries of pain mingling with the relentless whistling of the arrows. Blood stained the ground, and the once-hopeful battlefield turned into a scene of carnage.

Amara herself was shielded by a group of loyal soldiers who formed a protective barrier around her with their large shields. Despite their efforts, many of them were struck down, but they succeeded in pulling Amara back to the center of their formation.

As the arrow rain ceased momentarily, the battlefield was filled with the moans of the dying and the screams of the wounded. The Amara's army, once ten thousand strong, had been reduced to a mere twenty thousand after ten rounds of arrow rain. Bodies littered the ground, a grim testament to the brutality of the attack.

"Gather around and raise the shield wall!" she called out, her voice hoarse but resolute.

Just as a fleeting moment of relief washed over the Farus soldiers, new cries erupted from the front lines. The Taurus soldiers, who had been standing in the Lotus formation, began to advance with great momentum, their numbers seemingly endless.

Amara's heart sank as she saw the hundreds of thousands of soldiers surrounding them completely. They were trapped, outnumbered, and exhausted.

"Princess, what do we do?" a soldier near her asked, his voice trembling.

Amara took a deep breath, steeling herself. "We fight," she said firmly. "We fight with everything we have. We are Farus. We do not surrender."

As there is not time to raise a shield wall and stop the advancement of enemy, Amara decided to fight with what she has. But it is just matter of few minutes.

She prayed for the support from her big army who were blocked by the front lines of Taurus army.

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Meanwhile the situation at Farus family main army is not so good. In a desperate bid to break the Taurus army's formidable shield wall, they gathered a hundred of their strongest soldiers to be tossed over the front line.

These soldiers, equipped with light armor and fierce daggers braced themselves for the launch.

However, unbeknownst to them, the Taurus army had anticipated this move. Behind the shield wall, hidden reserves of elite warriors waited in silence, prepared to counter the suicidal assault.

The Farus soldiers were flung into the air with powerful heaves, their bodies arcing over the shield wall. As they descended, Taurus spearmen surged forward, skewering the attackers before they could even land.

Amidst this fray, at a distant corner of the battlefield, a young man wielding a black sword in his left hand and a red sword in his right hand leapt over the six-foot-high shield wall with incredible agility.

With a grim face Das already began slicing enemy heads before he landed. As his feet touched the heads of Taurus soldiers, he used them as stepping stones, crossing two layers of defensive shields effortlessly.

The Taurus soldiers, initially perplexed by the sight of a lone young man amidst their ranks, soon found themselves lifeless on the ground. Das moved with the grace and ferocity of a storm, his swords slicing through the air like swaying tree branches. Every swing of his blades was lethal, and the soldiers guarding the front lines fell before they could even react.

Das's black sword cleaved through armor and flesh with terrifying ease, while the red sword seemed to blaze with an unholy light, cutting down anyone in his path. His presence was a whirlwind of death, his movements fluid and unstoppable. He advanced relentlessly towards the center, where Princess Amara was trapped.

In a chilling display of power, Das extended his cosmic energy, taking control of the minds of several Taurus soldiers. Their eyes glazed over, and they turned on their comrades, sowing confusion and death within their own ranks. Screams of betrayal and agony filled the air as Das continued his march forward, unstoppable and undeterred.

He didn't try to create a path for Farus army as he moved with a hidden motive.

The cries of the dying echoed across the battlefield, and a sense of dread began to spread among the Taurus soldiers. They realized too late that a formidable enemy had infiltrated their camp. Das's presence was a passing light ray, cutting down anyone who dared to stood in his path.

"Who is that?" a Taurus soldier shouted, his voice trembling with fear.

"Enemy… Stop him! We must stop him!" another cried out, but their words were in vain.

Das moved with the inevitability of death itself. His eyes were cold, his path marked by the bodies of the fallen.

Meanwhile the soldiers around Amara were falling like insects who fell in fire. With each passing minute, a thousand soldiers fell.

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Your's lovingly,

PeterPan :-)