Chapter 6

The Baron and his son Jain rode excellently coated black horses towards Herish Village, the sight of the battlefield!

"Son! This will be your first true battle, and it will be against our own people!" The Baron said. "How will you handle it?"

"Just leave it to me, father!" Jain replied.

Soon, the two had reached the sight. The guards had barricaded the village, the residents of which had taken up pitchforks and hammers, saws, sickles and other unconventional weapons and were clashing with the guards who were on the defensive.

The Baron looked at the scene coldly. To him, these were just his servants after all. If they couldn't obey him, he would destroy their will and make them obey. Yet, he couldn't kill his own people. As he was considering his options, Jain continued to charge forward.

"Charge!" Jain excitedly screamed. The guards, on hearing the familiar voice, imagined that Jain had been given authority over the battlefield and followed their orders.

Before the Baron could even utter a single word, Jain had galloped past the defensive line and slashed his sword, cutting a weak villager in half while the horse ran over a couple more and trampled them.

Within instants, the battlefield exploded. The guards, who had been maintaining a defensive posture began weaving their swords aggressively, cutting through the villagers like chunks of meat.

The villagers were just villagers. They had no tactical training for combat. They were simply trying to agitate against the tyranny and protest the unjust execution of an innocent victim by a person of power. However, they saw their family and friends being slashed into pieces, their village turning into a field of blood and gore.

Harrowing screams abounded and terrifying roars of anger reverberated. The three brothers who had been devastated, this time jumped to the front lines with nothing but a sickle, a hammer and an axe. They roared with fury, as the Baron, who was shocked by the turn of events and forgot to control his wildly running troops massacring his own people stood paralyzed.

The three brothers screamed themselves hoarse as their well developed muscles tightened. They madly swung their weapons in rage.

"Murderers! Evil Doers!" They screamed in unison, as the heads of the Baron's guards were pierced by the sickle, smashed by the hammer or chopped off by the axe. Their terrifying combat effort immediately Rose the spirit of the villagers, whose eyes had turned red in anger and a massive bloodbath began.

Jain, who was still on his horse, was crazily laughing as he sliced innocent villagers and killed them like he was playing a sport. At that moment, the brother with the sickle pierced it into the horse causing it to neigh in pain and raise its two feet. Jain immediately toppled into the ground as villagers began to trash him with pots and pans. Kicks abounded and punches weren't spared either. Jain's bloodthirsty laughter quickly turned into bloodcurdling wails.

The Baron saw this and screamed. He then rushed into the battle, trying to extricate his son from inside enemy territory. The three brothers continued to slaughter the Baron's guards while the villagers lost heavy numbers.

While the villagers outnumbered the guards, the guards were well armored and well armed. The three brothers were the primary damage dealers on the villagers side. The villagers were quickly falling to their death.

The Baron had returned from the Battlefield's center. On the horse, was the unconscious and wounded body of his son. His body was filled with deep cuts, bruises and blood was gushing from his wounds.

"Slaughter them all! Leave no one behind!" The Baron roared in anger, causing the guards to become even more agitated.

As was usual practice in war, none of the guards who originated from Herish Village had been allowed onto the battlefield. If they did, they could only imagine the results. Yet, the Baron saw that the will of his guards was constantly falling.

At this moment, the Baron had to return to get his son healed, except when the horse turned around, it's leg got trapped in a powerful bear trap, causing it to neigh and run wild, dropping the Baron and his injured son onto the ground. The Baron rolled sideways to escape the horse's mad maneuvers.

"What is going on!" The Baron screamed as he noticed the trap. When he got up, he saw a shadow disappear from the corner of his vision.

"Spies!" He grit his teeth. "It really was a carefully orchestrated plan!" Neither he, nor his son were in a position to quickly return to the town.

Few minutes later, a startling rumor began spreading across Town Mith! The Baron had lead his guards to massacre the Herish Village people. The reason? His delinquent son had raped and murdered a villager!

The town immediately went into an uproar. Soon the rumor reached the ears of the Guards still at the Mansion. They were the ones who were originally recruited from Herish Village. There weren't many of them. Just ten. But hearing the rumor caused them to go crazy.

The guards quickly rushed towards Herish Village, stealing all horses from the stable without any regard for propriety. They may be the Baron's guards, but their allegiance lay with their brethren in the village!

With horses, it didn't take them long to reach the boundary of the village only to see an untold massacre. Blood had colored the ground red, interspersed with chunks of flesh strewn all over. Women, children, men, all had died. Only a few men, including the three brothers were still holding on, covered in bruises.

The guards had suffered severe casualties as well. No one had expected such a terrifying battle would take place. All because of the impetuous bloodlust of the Baron's firstborn.

"Blood scourges! You Bastards!" The guards who just arrived observed in horror. Blinded in rage, they quickly pounced on the guards as well as the Baron, who was trying to protect his unconscious son from behind.

Faced with a pincer attack,the Baron and his guards were instantly thrust into defensive postures, while the arrival of reinforcements raised the morale of the remaining villagers.