Restart:Untalented Man



Bain returned to Levi's side, his face etched with a bit of excitement. As he caught his breath, he eagerly relayed his findings about the enemy's camp.

"Levi, I've just returned from the enemy's camp," Bain began, his voice filled with urgency. "There's something you need to know. It's... it's been completely ravaged by fire."

Levi's eyes widened in surprise. The unexpected turn of events intrigued him. "Ravaged by fire?" he repeated, his mind racing with possibilities. "Did they got attacked? Maybe there's another army working against the enemy at the same time as us."

Bain shook his head, his voice tinged with a hint of disbelief. "I'm not sure. From what I have managed to gather, the fire starts in the storage area before spreading elsewhere. They totally lost their food." 

Levi listened attentively as Bain Lawrence reported his findings about the enemy's camp. "Well, that's a piece of good news for us. Are there any survivors?"

"Most of the non-combatants' personnel are still there, probably waiting for help. Though I don't know when the said help would arrive," Bain responded. 

·ƈθm Levi's thoughts whirled. The destruction of the enemy's camp means that they should have to worry about getting attacked from behind. Moreover, their burned camp can be considered a final nail in the coffin.

"What about you?" Bain's voice snapped him back to reality. "Is there any development in the siege?"

"Hmm?" Levi blinked, momentarily taken aback by the question, "Nah, aside from Cerdeauxia somehow meddling directly with this war, it's the same every day. I harass them from time to time, but nothing significant is happening. Or maybe..."

Levi stares at Bain, his brother-in-arms and supposedly his superior. But, because of his defeat in the past, the king put Bain under his command for this operation.

"What? Why are you staring at me?" Bain asked. His brows furrowed in confusion.

"I had a plan..." said Levi. He quickly outlined his strategy to Bain, instructing him to launch a surprise attack on both Caelisun and Cerdeaxia forces.

Bain promptly rallied his troops and led them towards the eastern side, where both Caelisun and Cerdeaxia forces were stationed. With the sun high in the sky, they approached the enemy camps with caution, using the surrounding terrain and foliage as cover.

As they neared their targets, Bain split his forces into two groups, each assigned to engage a different sector of the enemy camp.

The soldiers moved stealthily, their footsteps muffled by the soft earth beneath them.

The first group launched a surprise attack on the eastern flank, raining down a barrage of gunfire upon the enemy forces. Bullets tore through the air, punctuated by the rapid rhythm of gunfire. 

Simultaneously, the second group executed a flanking manoeuvre from the west and hit the enemy camp. Their synchronized assault intensified the chaos, as bullets found their mark and enemy soldiers scrambled for cover.

The element of surprise worked in Bain's favour, causing confusion and disarray among the combined enemy forces. However, the enemy forces fought back fiercely.

But Ryntum's well-trained soldiers held their ground, using their superior tactics and firepower to gain the upper hand. Their disciplined formation and coordinated movements allowed them to maintain a steady advance despite the resistance they faced.

"Keep pushing forward! We've got them on the run!" Bain bellowed.

As the relentless assault continued, the enemy forces realized the futility of their resistance. The casualties keep rising as time passed. The overwhelming firepower of Ryntum's troops left them with no choice but to abandon their positions and seek refuge elsewhere to avoid being annihilated. 

"Damnit! Retreat! Fall back!" Caelisun shouted desperately, his voice tinged with panic. "We can't withstand their assault any longer!"

Taking advantage of the enemy's retreat, Bain's soldiers swiftly advanced into the now-deserted camp. They secured the food supplies as intended. 

Taking a moment to assess the situation, Bain's gaze shifted towards the city walls where the weary Barlia-Inverloch soldiers stood guard. Their hollowed eyes and gaunt faces told a tale of prolonged hunger and desperation. The scarcity of food really took a toll on them.

A smile formed on Bain's lips, but it held a sinister undertone. He relished in the sight of his adversaries suffering, their weakness laid bare before him.

The hunger-stricken Barlia-Inverloch soldiers presented a satisfying image of vulnerability.

Turning his attention back to his own troops, Bain issued a commanding order. "Prepare to set a fire!" he bellowed. The soldiers moved swiftly to gather combustible materials.

As the flames started to dance and lick the air, the scent of burning food filled the surroundings. While maintaining his gaze on the Barlia-Inverloch soldiers, Bain issued another command, "Throw the food into the fire!"

The crackling fire rapidly consumed the captured rations, devouring the sustenance that could have alleviated the hunger of the besieged Barlia-Inverloch soldiers.

It was a deliberate act, intended to inflict further suffering and demoralization upon their enemies.

Bain's smile widened, tinged with satisfaction as he watched the fire grow. His actions served as a display of dominance and a psychological blow to their spirits.

As the flames danced higher, a sense of triumph welled up within Bain. "Keep throwing those foods," he commanded.

With each tossed provision, he knew that it would only deepen the hunger and desperation within the besieged city.

Inwardly, he couldn't help but admire the brilliance of Levi's idea. It was psychological warfare that struck at the heart of their adversaries, amplifying their suffering and demoralizing their spirits. 

"It seems to me that Levi wants to keep the casualties at the minimum level possible," Bain murmurs to himself. Nonetheless, he couldn't really care what method was used as long as the end result was on their side.

All he could hope for was the swift end of the war as signs of exhaustion began to appear among their own soldiers. The longer this war continues, the worse their performance would be. It won't be surprising if Ryntum's army suffered a defeat again.