Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

The sound of war drums echoed through the canyon, and the soldiers' shouts shook the sky.

The enemy's offensive surged like a tide, but they encountered the carefully arranged defensive positions of General Bryer.

Arrows, rolling stones, and boiling water poured down from both sides of the canyon, causing huge casualties to the attacking enemy.

General Bryer stood on the high ground, overlooking the entire battlefield.

He knew that once the Third Legion was driven out of Devil's Canyon, they would lose the protection of the terrain and face the enemy's iron hooves on the flat plains, which would be a catastrophe.

Therefore, he had to hold his ground and resist the enemy's attack at all costs.

The fierce battle between the two sides lasted for several days, and Devil's Canyon was filled with smoke and flames.

But no matter how frantically the Prince Legion attacked, General Bryer and his Third Legion always held their ground, using their flesh and blood to build an indestructible defense line.

As the war continued, the atmosphere within Devil's Canyon became increasingly tense.

The scarcity of resources was like an invisible mountain, weighing on the hearts of every soldier.

The lack of food and water caused the cheeks of the Third Legion soldiers to gradually become sunken, and the light in their eyes was lost. Their steps became heavy, and every march was like a struggle against fate.

They had completely run out of supplies, and even the leaves and bark of trees in the canyon had been stripped bare.

The soldiers could only rely on limited rations and occasional distributions to maintain their strength, but these were far from enough to meet their growing needs.

Hunger and fatigue were like two sharp blades, constantly eroding their morale.

Even more serious was that the inventory of arrows was also running low. In this era where cold weapons and bows and arrows were the main weapons, the scarcity of arrows undoubtedly made the situation worse.

Every arrow shot became extra precious, and the soldiers had to be more careful in choosing when to shoot.

Against this difficult backdrop, a small-scale battle for position quietly began.

In the morning mist, the two armies faced each other in a narrow area of the canyon.

The air was filled with tension and a murderous atmosphere.

Kalan gripped his weapon tightly, his eyes firm and cold.

With a command, the soldiers of both sides rushed towards each other like arrows leaving the bow.

The sound of weapons clashing, shouts, and arrows piercing the air intertwined to form a tragic symphony.

In this battle for position, Kalan showed amazing courage and tenacious fighting power, even breaking through from a first-order knight attendant to a second-order junior knight in the life-and-death struggle.

Relying on the increased strength brought about by the breakthrough, he wielded the sword in his hand and engaged in a desperate fight with the enemy.

Arrows drew arcs in the air, accurately shooting towards their targets.

Every charge was accompanied by blood and shouts, and every retreat meant a contest between life and death.

The battle lasted for an entire morning, and finally ended with the victory of the Third Legion.

The soldiers were exhausted, and their faces were only filled with numbness. Such a small victory could no longer make them cheer.

After this battle, Kalan's mood was heavy. The leader of his ten-man squad was unfortunately killed, and he was promoted to the position of squad leader due to his heroic performance. However, this honor did not bring Kalan much joy. He looked around and found that only two of the original team members remained. The cruelty of the war made him feel sad.

The new team members who were subsequently added were soldiers from two other squads.

Although they were all brave warriors, Kalan lacked understanding and trust with them, which made him feel a little overwhelmed.

Kalan's lips were dry, and his voice became hoarse. He didn't have many heroic words, he just said faintly: "Just find a place to rest!" His voice revealed deep exhaustion and helplessness.

After speaking, Kalan leaned against a mound of earth and quietly closed his eyes. His figure looked a little lonely in the sun, but at the same time it revealed a kind of firmness and composure.

The other soldiers who heard the order quickly found a place to rest. They knew that the next battle would continue, and resting and restoring their strength was crucial.

In this war-torn land, Kalan and his team members needed to support each other and face the challenges of the future together.

Although their mood was heavy, they all knew that only by persevering could they win the final victory.

Deep within Devil's Canyon, there was a mysterious cave, which was General Bryer's headquarters.

"The Fourteenth Legion's battalion has lost more than half of its strength, and its combat effectiveness has dropped sharply," another officer followed up.

"The Seventh Legion's battalion has run out of arrows, and they have now almost lost their ability to attack from afar," another officer reported helplessly.

Bad news followed one after another, making the atmosphere in the headquarters even more depressing. Even more serious, the logistics officer also brought bad news: "Legion Commander, our food can only last for three days at most. After three days, we will face a crisis of running out of food."

Bryer remained calm. He quietly looked at the map, estimating how far the imperial reinforcements were from them. He knew that the situation had reached a critical point.

"If there is no food, the soldiers will definitely mutiny," Mario shouted anxiously. He knew how much the lack of food would affect the morale of the army.

Bryer raised his head and looked at Mario and the other officers with firm eyes, and said: "If there is no food, kill the horses. We must persevere and wait for the arrival of reinforcements." Although his voice was calm, it revealed an unquestionable determination. He knew that he had to take decisive measures to ensure that the army could persevere.

"How many horses do we have left?" Bryer asked in a deep voice.

"In addition to warhorses, we also have a batch of draft horses, which are heavy horses and very strong," a logistics officer replied: "These horses should be enough for us to last another two or three days."

Bryer nodded, a hint of determination flashing in his eyes. He knew that in extreme circumstances, in order to maintain the army's combat effectiveness, he had to consider more extreme measures. He had already made the worst plan in his mind: when necessary, he would order the secret disposal of the bodies of fallen soldiers, disguised as horse meat to be distributed to the surviving soldiers.

This was a cruel decision, but at the critical moment of life and death, for the sake of the overall situation, he had to do it.

Du Fei, who was responsible for delivering intelligence, suddenly rushed into the headquarters with a pale face. "Something bad has happened..." he said breathlessly, his face full of fear and unease.