
"Junk!" spit the lieutenant furiously and did not glance at Halen a second time.
Almost half of his men had been killed thanks to Halen and he wished he had killed this useless Halen long ago!
He stood up and his expression darkened. The frightening scar on his bald head caused fear in many hearts.
"This is a dispute we must resolve! I've never been humiliated before!" angry shouting. "I want those people to die! I want them to go to hell!"
"Gather everything! We're gonna destroy them!"
This is a battle to be fought.
Half his men had been defeated by an army of only slightly more than 100 men. How could he possibly remain in this region if others knew about what was happening?
Everyone will laugh at him!
He's going to be the biggest joke in the Middle East!
His eyes were so evil, it was terrifying. He looked like a poisonous snake.
He couldn't wait even one more minute. He immediately sent an order to gather all his men so that he could trample over the hundred freaks.
All the men gathered in a short time.
There are over 600 of them!
All of their weapons and equipment were excellent and even though they had not fought for a long time, they were all tough men.
These people were the best, and clearly much better than the soldiers Halen had led before. But even though Halen's men aren't that good, it still hurts to lose them all.
He stood right in front and pulled the sword on his waist out.
"We must not let anyone trample on the prestige of the Purple Moon Charge Army!"
"All of you, follow me! I will make that trash disappear from the face of the earth! Forward up!"
His voice sounded like the rumbling of thunder as it filled the sky.
The lieutenant did not hesitate at all as he led his troops towards the Merlyn family camp.
...
Meanwhile, the,
They only have one day to reset themselves, but they know that they may have less than one day.
Where would they find so many people in such a short time?
Even though they had won the final battle, they would face the next main army of lieutenants. The difference is too big.
Fighting them was tantamount to sending themselves to die.
Jasper was not hopeful either.
But the moment they entered the city and started their recruiting training, a large number of men came to register with them and the response was overwhelming.
"I am me! I want to sign up! I want to sign up!"
"Me too! Count me!"
"Did you say every enemy warrior is worth $10,000?! Count me too!"
Everyone was screaming and afraid Jasper might not want them.
They have heard all about prize money, and have seen for themselves how those people are bringing home actual cash. All the money is real!
For people like them, they just need to earn enough money to feed their families. So what if they had to become mercenaries?
You could even kill them on the spot if they were promised this much money!
Jasper.
"One by one! We have to go through the examination and make sure that we only take the best!" Malcolm flinched from his shock first and began to shout back. "As long as you are good enough, you will be able to join our army and you will get the chance to have everything you want!"
"You can become stronger, and you can become someone respected by others!"
Malcolm is very good at talking, and even Ethan would give him a thumbs up if he were here. It only took a few words from Malcolm to make everyone riled up, and even more people started flocking towards him.
After one morning, over 800 people had signed up!
Jasper didn't believe it at all.
More than 800 people?!
He had only managed to recruit 300 after half a year, and 200 of them had fled when they thought they would face defeat in battle. But in just one morning, he had recruited over 800 people?!