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In the dense forest, startled birds and beasts scattered in all directions, accompanied by chilling human screams that echoed through the air. The soldiers, who had been resting on the ground and replenishing their energy with dried rations, instantly tensed up at the sounds.
They hurriedly stood up, gripping their spears tightly and standing them upright beside themselves. Swiftly, they drew the javelins strapped to their backs, crouching slightly to adopt a posture ready for attack. Each soldier held their breath, their eyes focused and sharp, fixated on the rustling bushes within the trees.
"Javelins ready!" A deep, commanding voice rang out, intensifying the soldiers' expressions. The muscles in their arms tightened from exertion, veins bulging under the strain.
Beads of sweat rolled down their foreheads, and when the sweat stung their eyes, they felt a sharp pain but dared not blink, fearing they might miss a crucial moment.
Suddenly, a horde of Goblins surged from the forest like a tidal wave. They ran while emitting shrill, ear-piercing cries: "Yah yah yah!"
These Goblins were small and grotesque, with skin of an eerie green hue and sharp fangs protruding from their mouths, sending chills down one’s spine.
A warrior at the front of the line glanced at the approaching Goblin army and felt a jolt of fear in his heart. He turned to shout behind him, "Sir! This is bad! The number of Goblins is clearly abnormal this time—there must be over a hundred!"
John also saw them. Based on previous estimates, there should have only been around four hundred Goblins, but now it appeared there were at least half again as many.
However, John had no choice at this moment. The arrow was already on the string; it had to be released. If they attempted a strategic retreat now, it would likely be too late.
They could only brace for battle. Taking a deep breath, he shouted loudly, "Everyone listen! Raise your hands and prepare your javelins! We will execute three volleys! We must suppress these vile creatures!"
John was the first to throw his javelin. It arced perfectly through the air and struck the largest Goblin squarely in the skull. The force of its descent penetrated its brain, ending its life instantly. The fallen giant caused ordinary Goblins behind it to trip over its body, while others stomped over their fallen comrades mercilessly.
Over a hundred soldiers stood ready in formation, divided into three groups for an orderly three rounds of javelin throws. Each volley came like a sudden storm—swift and deadly.
In an instant, three hundred javelins whistled through the air like lightning slicing across the sky, accurately hitting the front ranks of the Goblin horde. In that moment, blood splattered everywhere as cries of agony filled the air; over a hundred Goblins fell lifeless to the ground.
Among them stood Kuiradi and Musk as shining examples of prowess. With incredible strength and practiced skill, they effortlessly took down four towering Goblins along with another four ordinary ones with just a few throws of their javelins. Their agility and technique left everyone in awe.
Yet despite such significant victories on their side, John did not dare let his guard down. He gripped his spear tightly and fixed his gaze on the opposing Goblin ranks.
Although they had just inflicted considerable losses on the Goblins—reducing their numbers by one-fifth—it was important to remember that these creatures were notoriously resilient. Their vitality was akin to that of cockroaches; such losses would hardly deter them.
Unless they could make these brutal beings truly feel they could not win in close combat, this savage horde would never easily retreat.
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