You were made to farm, and now you're the emperor of an empire?

Chapter 141 Only Cowards Die

Nathan was exceptionally gifted, tall and brave, standing at a height of two meters.

Born a farmer, yet possessing physical attributes comparable to a first-tier warrior knight.

He is suited for heavy infantry; while others can only lift a shield weighing forty or fifty kilograms with both hands, he can do it with just one hand.

However, Roman felt that the heavy infantry was already formidable enough, and Nathan's arrival would only be icing on the cake.

So he was made a melee axeman.

After these days of training, for some reason, he seemed to have entered a growth phase again, becoming even more ferocious, and his combat power skyrocketed.

Snapped!
With one hand, he grabbed a passing ordinary cavalryman from his packhorse, slammed him to the ground, and stomped on him with his big foot.

The cavalryman was wearing chainmail, but his breastbone was crushed, and he was coughing up blood.

A knight on the battlefield discovered the situation and rushed to the rescue.

Nathan, however, neither dodged nor avoided the attack.

The knight charged into the archers' ranks and wreaked havoc, the momentum of his warhorse long since exhausted.

Therefore, when it came toward Nathan, its speed was relatively slow, only about three or four meters per second, which is equivalent to the speed of a human running.

Instead of retreating, Nathan advanced, took a step forward, and swung his long-handled axe, knocking the lance and the horse's head off balance.

The warhorse heard its skull crack on the spot, its limbs trembled uncontrollably, and it collapsed to the ground, clearly beyond saving.

Pfft!
The knight got up from the ground and looked at Nathan, who was a head taller than him.

Even though he was fully armed while the other was lightly equipped, a deep sense of fear rose in his heart, as if he had seen a demon.

Nathan swung his axe again, bringing it down straight down.

He immediately drew his knight's sword to parry.

Nathan was of unusual build, and his axe was specially made, weighing about ten pounds, but it was like a toy in his hands.

The great axe failed to cut the magic steel sword, but the force it carried was too much for the cavalryman to withstand, and it slammed into the helmet with a loud clang.

The knight immediately knelt down, his helmet dented, making his head appear to shrink by three to five centimeters.

“Three!” Nathan murmured.

He gazed at the chaotic battlefield, where conscripts were beginning to charge in from afar.

Roman forbade him from killing ordinary conscripts.

Otherwise, thirty or fifty people wouldn't be enough for him to kill.

Only cavalry units count as one life, while conquest knights count as two lives.

Nathan thought Roman's request was reasonable, so he nodded in agreement.

He knew full well that the rules never favored those at the bottom.

But if he doesn't kill them quickly, when will he ever be able to kill enough people (thirty in total) to get a pardon to go home?

Nathan stepped out and searched again for lone cavalrymen or knights in battle.

……

One after another, warhorses galloped past him, maintaining a certain interval.

Each rider was spaced two or three meters apart, or four or five meters apart, passing by intermittently.

The road was littered with the bodies of fallen soldiers.

Some men had their arms and legs broken by horses' hooves, and they cried out in pain in the mud, but the cavalry kept charging in, and the thunderous hoofbeats drowned out their faint groans.

After most of the cavalry had charged past, a knight on horseback also passed by.

Kao suddenly lunged forward, swinging his hook-and-sickle spear.

With a screech!
The warhorse's forelegs buckled to the ground, it rolled over to its side, and the knight on its back fell heavily to the ground.

The knight first drew his longsword and waved it wildly, forcing back the enemies who came from all directions, then slowly stood up.

He knew he had no allies, so he panicked.

Kao stood behind him and struck him hard on the neck with his hook spear.

The force of the neck guard sent him staggering, nearly causing him to fall to his knees. But he immediately retaliated fiercely, his magic steel sword decapitating one of the archers who was near him, blood gushing out.

Even a fallen knight is not someone an ordinary person can fight against.

Suddenly, Kao swung his hook spear again, interrupting his defensive maneuver once more.

He turned and pounced on Khao like an angry lion.

But the fisherman's son was agile and leaped backward.

He was relentless and determined to kill this ruthless villain.

Amidst the chaos of the battlefield, Khao tripped and fell.

Overjoyed at the sight, he immediately gave chase, but missed. Kao rolled away to dodge, then drew his own longsword to meet the follow-up attack.

Sonorous!

The sound of metal striking metal produced a crisp, yet peculiar, vibrato.

The knight was astonished to discover that both weapons were made of the same material. While they weren't exactly razor-sharp, they were extremely tough and could withstand intense blows. However, they were incredibly expensive, costing ten times the price of regular steel.

"You're a knight too?"

“I would like to, but I don’t have that honor. My master picked me out of the pile of slaves.”

"Slaves? How is that possible!" The conquering knight was greatly shocked.

"If a slave can fight against a knight-warrior, then what is a knight-warrior?" he thought to himself.

"Nothing is impossible. My master appreciates me, trains me, and bestows power upon me!"

Kao believed that the surging power within him did not come solely from his hard training, but must be related to his master.

At the dinner table that snowy night, he let him sit in the lower seat, patiently inquired about his training progress, and gave him a breastplate mixed with a trace of mithril.

Then he felt his body changing every day, eating more and more, and becoming stronger and stronger.

"You will die on the battlefield!" the knight said viciously.

"Only cowards die!" Khao said, and ran to the left of the knight.

Knights wearing helmets have a much narrower field of vision than ordinary people, and can only observe the outside environment through the narrow gaps in their visors.

An archer took advantage of the situation to approach from behind, but was killed by the archer with a backhand sword.

"Get out of the way! Let me kill him!" Kao shouted as he ran.

The knight turned to the left, his gaze following Khal.

The knight believed that the boy was the threat.

"Duel with me!" the knight said impatiently.

He was very anxious. His body was bound and he could not move freely. At this moment, he was convinced that the boy was no match for him!

I simply lifted the helmet up, and my field of vision suddenly opened up.

It was at this moment that Kao thrust out a desperate sword from the side!
The dizzy knight was startled and also thrust out his longsword to parry.

The swords clashed and bit each other!
Khao neither dodged nor evaded, his sword tip thrusting straight at the knight's face, ignoring the fatal attack aimed at his heart.

The knight was shocked; he did not want to perish together with his opponent.

Seeing the sword tip aimed straight at his face, he recalled this charge.

Four colleagues showed them with their lives that whoever rushes to the front will die.

This is also why he dared not rush to the front.

In a panic, he turned his sword around, trying to deflect the opponent's longsword.

The two were very close. Kao quickly closed in and took the sword blow. Ignoring the dripping blood, he held the sword in his right hand and plunged it into Kao's eye. In the instant he felt the pain, the veins on his arm bulged, and he struggled to turn the hilt of the sword.

In that instant, the shadow of death overwhelmed the knight's consciousness.

Kao's whole body trembled. He looked down and saw a gash in his side, blood gushing out, but not fatal. Staring at the corpse, his face pale and bloodless, he coldly spat out, "Only cowards die!"

(End of this chapter)