Man With Super Medical Skill by Matthew

Chapter 3143 Battle Begins

"What did you say?" Iris froze for a moment before bursting into laughter. "You mean to tell me that my Montirian army, a million strong, is afraid of a mere few thousand?"

The soldier kneeling on the ground was at a loss for words. I've made it crystal clear, and she's laughing.

"Matthew's army numbers a million, about 20 percent more than our forces," he repeated the situation with a resigned sigh.

Iris felt like lightning had struck her. She yelled in disbelief, "Impossible! Where did he find a million soldiers?" She screamed in fear. If Matthew had an army that size and still held Gadel, the crown prince...

Just then, several ministers rushed over, anxiously speaking to her. "Your Majesty, you must make a decision quickly. Matthew has already engaged our forces!"

Behind the Montirian troops, a gruesome scene unfolded: a mountain of bodies and a sea of blood. Severed limbs littered the ground, a sickening sight that churned the stomach.

Matthew, wielding the mighty Bloodreaper, led his over 9900 Feather Army soldiers like a piercing spear into the heart of Montiria's army.

Paintaker's vast force of a million charged like relentless marauders, wielding rusty rifles as they rushed forward. Some, brandishing enormous axes, transformed into godlike warriors, their swings wide and fierce. Then, a Montirian soldier would thrust a bayonet into their hearts.

ax-wielding man, drenched in blood, glared at the blade in his chest and summoned his last ounce of strength to swing

18-barreled Gataling gun, stood in the thick of the battle, unleashing a hail of bullets that turned

fray, Paintaker watched through the scope of his sniper rifle, sighing as he observed the carnage. "Let me save these poor

squeezed the trigger gently, upon which a Montirian soldier's forehead sprouted a neat

out 1,000 meters. With a single swing, it spanned 100 meters, felling 1,000

Sword, a gift from Arnold, which was said to be the finest weapon from Ebony Eagles. The hilt

trickling down the grooves of the blade. The warm liquid caused Gadel's hand

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by Gadel's side. They weren't there to kill; the Eagle

troops, form a circular formation and

the support of Matthew's unyielding battle formation, the Feather Army was starting to

watching the warriors from both

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Montirian soldiers charged at them. Arnold's smile had a hint of resignation.

sword appeared