That's not how you use a witch!

Chapter 51 Crimson vs. Green Vine

"There's an ambush!"

After more than a dozen men were taken down in one go, the rebel vanguard finally realized what had happened, and those who hadn't been shot down quickly sought cover.

It wasn't that they were slow to react, but rather that casualties occurred almost instantaneously. The militia's coordination was superb; each shooter was pre-assigned targets based on their position, rather than wasting firepower on a single enemy.

Of the thirteen rebels who were shot down, none had been hit by more than three arrows.

As seasoned veterans, the remaining rebels quickly realized that the garrison lying in ambush on them was no pushover, so no one dared to underestimate them or advance recklessly.

An experienced squad leader even deduced the direction of the ambush based on the way the wounded man fell, and warned his men to be on guard and counterattack.

But this played right into the hands of the militia ambush team.

Just as the rebels thought they had found a safe corner and were preparing to launch a counterattack, another group of militiamen who had been lying in ambush nearby suddenly fired crossbow bolts at them.

After several highly intense and realistic exercises, they had a thorough understanding of the surrounding terrain and bunkers, and had accurately predicted the location where the rebels would hide immediately.

This distance is less than 20 meters, and even the worst shooter on the team, Tie Ding, can hit the target every time!

The rebels, struck by arrows, fell with cries of agony; two consecutive unexpected ambushes had finally begun to shake their morale.

The second ambush, in particular, precisely eliminated most of the archers in the team, depriving them of the ability to fight back from a distance.

The officer roared and drew his sword, lunging at Fermi. Realizing there was no time to change his arrow, Fermi simply threw away his bow and crossbow, drew his sword, and roared as he met the attack.

The rebel officer was clearly more experienced in combat; Fermi was left wide open after only two exchanges of blows.

The rebel officer grinned and brought his sword down, but the blow sent a shiver down his spine: to his astonishment, the strips of cloth and branches concealing Fermi's chest were severed, revealing the gleaming, sturdy iron breastplate beneath. The blow failed to cleave the armor, leaving only a shallow dent.

Whoosh!

Taking advantage of the margin for error provided by the armor, Fermi unleashed a powerful strike, sending the rebel officer, who had no time to dodge, sprawling to the ground.

The officer fell to the ground, the blood gushing from his chest staining the surrounding jungle red.

He could never understand why this seemingly insignificant soldier was equipped with better armor than him; similarly, he would never know that the soldier who had taken his life was being herded like livestock just over a month ago.

Fermi let out a roar of release, his first kill on the battlefield—as if by destiny, the first enemy he slew was the very same nightmarish rebels who had once filled him with terror.

In defending his new life, he personally shattered his long-standing nightmare and also personally shattered his past self, who was like a walking corpse.

With the end of this local battle, the scales of victory tilted completely in favor of the defending forces—the rebels lost their last command point, and in a state of leaderlessness, they were no better than headless flies.

Similar scenes are playing out repeatedly in the forests on both sides of Fulong Valley.

"For Thorn Territory!"

After firing all the crossbow bolts, Fermi drew his sword, jumped out of cover, and led a counter-charge.

The rest of the militia responded immediately, some taking responsibility for shielding, some for stabbing with spears, and some for moving around and providing support with small swords and shields.

The rebel vanguard was completely routed and fled in panic, leaving behind dozens of corpses.

As a result, as soon as the rebel witches arrived on the battlefield, their mission changed from assisting in infiltration to covering the withdrawal.

"A bunch of useless trash!"

Evelyn gritted her teeth and casually knocked away a panicked rebel soldier.

After killing the original lord and joining the rebels, she participated in all the battles that took place in the forest terrain, and was always an absolute main force in the fighting. As a result, the pollution she accumulated after joining the rebels was even more severe than before.

But considering Manstein's promise of her liberation and equality, Evelyn accepted it all, seeing it as the price of her fight for freedom.

Seeing the rebels fleeing in such a pathetic state, she felt that all her sacrifices had been in vain. If the rebels were defeated, she would return to her previous life of unbearable suffering.

Watching the militiamen chasing after her from afar, Evelyn stretched out her palms, and a dark green halo emanated from her palms.

Her magical ability is called "Grasp of the Vine," which allows her to manipulate plants in battle, amplifying their strength and increasing their numbers.

The next moment, the surrounding forest seemed to come alive. The branches and leaves on the old trees and the curling vines were like raging monsters, tightly binding the militiamen who were at the forefront.

Fermi struggled to cut off several sections of the attacking vines, but he was no match for the overwhelming force. He felt a sudden sway under his feet and lost his balance, ending up hanging upside down in mid-air.

Despite this, he did not give up resisting and cut several more vines before his hand holding the knife was finally entangled.

"knight?"

After a moment of stunned silence, Evelyn demanded in a mixture of shock and anger, "Aren't you afraid of dying?!"

"Kill me or torture me, it's up to you!"

Fermi didn't understand why the rebel witch in front of him called him a knight; perhaps it was because of his superior equipment.

His adrenaline was pumping, and he showed no fear in the face of death. Instead, he shouted, "Victory belongs to Thornlands! You will not succeed!"

"If you want to die, I'll grant your wish!"

Evelyn manipulated the vines to tighten, but Fermi's body was not strangled as expected: a burst of flames erupted from the vines, instantly engulfing the entire vine and burning it to ashes; Fermi, who was entangled by the vines, was unharmed, and even his clothes were not burned.

Fermi was also a little taken aback, until a crimson figure appeared in his peripheral vision—it was Li Yan.

As she used her magic, the other militiamen who had been bound by vines were also rescued.

"Are you tired of living? You dare touch someone I'm protecting?"

Li Yan snapped her fingers, and the surrounding flames instantly changed direction, surging towards Evelyn like a pack of wolves.

Fermi was stunned: although he admired Miss Meadow the most, Miss Liyan seemed pretty cool too!

Evelyn hastily mobilized the surrounding plants for defense, but adding fuel to the fire only made it rage stronger. The vines and branches not only failed to slow down the flames' onslaught, but instead fueled its momentum.

Several rebels who were unable to evacuate in time were engulfed by the flames, collapsing to the ground amidst screams of agony, and were quickly burned to charcoal.

Evelyn herself was also smeared with soot on her arms and cheeks, and looked extremely disheveled.

"You scoundrel!"

She angrily questioned Li Yan, "You are clearly a witch too, so why do you serve the powerful and wealthy, and use demonic energy to harm your fellow countrymen?"

"Of course it's because they treated me well and treated me like a human being. Otherwise, would I be like you, sold out by the rebels and still counting the money for them?"

Li Yan shrugged. "The rebels won't keep their promises. You won't get liberation and equality; it'll just be a different group of powerful figures riding roughshod over you. I advise you to face reality as soon as possible!"

"I, I won't be fooled by your lies!"

Evelyn's tongue curled slightly, but she didn't continue to use her magic to retaliate. She disappeared into the mountains and forests with the remaining rebel soldiers.

Li Yan did not pursue relentlessly. Without being absolutely certain of capturing the opponent, the best outcome would be mutual destruction.

Unlike those witches who have been completely brainwashed, this immature girl seems to still have room for negotiation—but Li Yan doesn't have the ability to manipulate other people's minds, so this is all she can do.

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