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

Chapter 172 Go all out
"Velicka said on the ship."

"If you ask me, with so many of us, we could definitely scare that kid so badly he'd wet himself!"

One hundred boats and nearly six thousand people.

Just forming a long dragon and crossing that canyon would take more than an hour.

“This is an adult hitting a child!” said the hot-blooded young Vericka.

Carter chuckled softly; his face was fierce, like a pointed vulture, clearly not a kind soul.

Do you think what I said is ridiculous?

"Even a lion goes all out when hunting a rabbit," said Bald Carter.

He did not deny Vericchka's outrageous claims, because he thought so too, but he opposed Foucault himself.

Verichka raised an eyebrow. "Is this the knowledge passed down from beasts? How savage."

Bald Carter's tone was meaningful. "Humans originally came from herds of beasts, young man, you've forgotten your nature."

"Heh, then I'll keep your advice in mind." The young man had a nonchalant expression on his face.

The conversation between the two was fraught with tension.

A salt field can only be controlled by three nobles, but here sit five nobles.

Two companies will definitely be eliminated.

Once the town is breached, they will fight each other, and the loser will only receive a reward before having to leave.

They were fully aware of this.

The Simon family is very low-key and rarely speaks.

Steve's eyes darted around, lost in thought.

Count Conde's expression was solemn. The count knew that he was definitely entitled to a share of the salt mine, and he should have been as calm as a rock, but his face showed that he was preoccupied.

Frant took in everything.

The middle-aged knight smiled but remained silent.

His only responsibility was to bring back a sum of money handed over by the victor to the Berchtes family.

It doesn't matter to him who the winner is.

To his surprise, despite her pride and arrogance, Vericchka was the first person to contact him last night, hoping to get his help and offering a reward afterwards.

Subsequently, people from the Geyland, Carter, and Simon families also sent representatives to his residence, offering varying amounts of payment.

The Simon family, who have always kept a low profile, offered the highest price, claiming that if he intervened, the Berchtess family could permanently acquire a portion of the salt mine.

But Frant remained adamant and refused to get involved in the dispute.

Berchtes was responding to the call of the Grand Duke of the Raging Tide and had no energy to attend to the salt mine. He ordered him to return as soon as possible, as his trip was only to check the quality of the salt.

Surprisingly, Count Condé has yet to comment.

Frant knew that Earl Conde was a crucial vote, capable of eliminating any two factions, and was the object of vying for the affections of all four families.

This is undoubtedly a great opportunity to make more profit.

However, he never sided with any faction, but simply made the excuse that he would consider it after conquering Sig Town.

Frant felt that he was holding out for the best price to maximize his profits, since the longer it dragged on, the better it would be for him.

Of course, this matter must be handled in moderation. If he holds back for too long and waits until the outcome is clear before taking action, he will not only gain nothing but also incur the resentment of the victor.

Frant thought Count Condé was a cunning old fox who was still able to sit still even now.

This approach doesn't seem like that of a short-sighted, out-of-touch nobleman.

He even pretended to be worried, as if he were really considering how to conquer Sig Town, which made people laugh.

A hundred ships sailed downstream, creating a magnificent spectacle.

All the ships gathered together and finally entered this wide river valley.

However, the scene he saw across the water froze the veteran knight's smile on his face.

……

The army is assembling in Sig Town.

Roman received advance notice from the scouts and made preparations to defend himself.

Someone is dismantling the dock, leaving the enemy no foothold.

Let's put it this way: as long as two people keep watch upstream and downstream, and blow the whistle as soon as they spot an enemy, no one can launch a surprise attack on this land—unless they take the mountain path.

Frant had good eyesight and could see the shadowy, densely packed troops spread out along the entire river line.

At the very front, along the riverbank, a wall made of steel stood prominently, directly facing them.

"Gods above, how many soldiers do they have?"

The nobles who witnessed this scene exclaimed in surprise.

"The main force numbers about 1,500!" The judgment made by a seasoned knight based on his war experience is often not far off from the truth.

"Didn't they say there would only be a maximum of one thousand people?" Verichka was very shocked. Seeing that iron wall, it didn't look like a mere decoration at all.

“He abducted many people.” Count Condé’s face turned ashen.

How long has it been since?

In just over a month, they were tamed and put to fight against their former lord.

"Ha! Our Earl's subjects are truly courageous."

Bald Carter picked up his battle axe, wearing heavy chainmail and a helmet. "There's no point in talking about this now. Listen, kid, hyenas only eat carcasses, not living creatures."

"Don't point fingers at me. I want to see if your family's warriors are truly worthy of the name!"

"Some of the men on the shore are putting on an act," Sir Simon remarked, his eyesight impeccable, discerning the uneven quality of the army. Some stood firmly, unmoving as mountains.

Some of them were hunched over and looking around.

“Their weapons aren’t just for show; don’t you find the cold glint of their weapons dazzling?” the veteran knight said.

"Everyone! Give it your all! This isn't your average army. Those shields remind me of the legendary Shield Guard. I'm lucky I've never encountered any of those guys before!"

Steve went even further, blowing out whistles that only his own army understood.

"Row over there! Get all the ships to shore! Tear them apart!" Carter exhaled fiercely.

"Watch out! Archers!"

It is unclear who issued the warning.

Whoosh! Whoosh! !

As everyone looked over, they saw a dense barrage of arrows raining down from the sky!

……

Six nobles orchestrated this battle to seize your resources, but you refuse to yield and are determined to fight to the bitter end.

[Mode: Integrated Operations]

Current level: 0-2

[Level Name: Riverbank Defense Battle]

[Level Description: The enemy forces far outnumber ours; we must prevent them from landing]

[Recommendation Level: ——]

[Battlefield Log: —]

……

Roman wants to train 200 archers.

But that doesn't mean he only had two hundred bows, nor does it mean that only 200 people could draw bows and nock arrows.

After sending troops to plunder the territory of Kant, Roman knew that he would definitely not be able to farm properly this year.

Therefore, the manufacturing capacity for all military equipment must be maximized.

The single-piece bow has a simple production cycle, uses materials from thousand-year-old trees, has extremely high quality, and is extremely powerful, making it the first choice.

A single longbow, over a meter long, has a range of 170 meters.

Four or five hundred archers stood in rows on land and fired a volley when the fleet approached within 150 meters.

They had only undergone half a month of shooting training and had a basic feel for it; they could only be said to have learned to control the direction of the arrows.

Whether it's accurate or not doesn't matter, it's just a projectile anyway.

Most of the arrows disappeared into the water, and only thirty or forty arrows managed to hit the cabin or shields, but they were not powerful enough to kill.

But this was just the beginning of the shooting.

Count Condé knew that the town of Sig had the ability to train archers, so he brought a large number of shields with him before setting off.

Despite being mocked by Vericka, it did not affect the latter's actions in the slightest.

It has now come into play.

Vericka felt fortunate to be hidden behind the shield.

He had thought that Sig Town only had a hundred or two hundred archers to its name, but now he found that the number had increased two or three times.

Without sufficient protective gear, these archers would be enough to inflict a crushing defeat on them.

"boating!!"

Using the river's current as a guide, the rowers paddled furiously, and the fleet traveled at a speed of about two or three meters per second.

Roman ordered the archers to fire freely.

Some people have a fast rate of fire, and some have a slow rate of fire, so they are destined to never be able to achieve uniformity.

At this point, forget about firing formations; just fire as many shots as you can.

Although the kill rate is very low, the enemy fleet is a huge target, and it will eventually cause casualties, preventing them from landing smoothly and greatly damaging the enemy's morale.

It would take the enemy more than a minute to reach the shore, which would give his archers enough time to fire an average of five arrows.

Roman stood on the shore and began to draw his bow and nock an arrow.

In the era of cold weapons, the battlefield dominance of ranged archers was terrifying.

Some small, weak armies would collapse on their own after being hit by two volleys of fire.

Roman's eyes shone brightly. As the fleet entered a range of 150 meters, the arrows he had been preparing were unleashed with a roar!

His archers were projectile archers, aiming for long range and wide coverage.

Roman, however, fired a straight shot.

call!
The sharp arrows tore through the air with a mournful sound.

On the fastest-rushing small boat, a soldier's shield shattered, and the immense force of the impact pierced through the three or four soldiers behind him, sending them tumbling into the river. This disrupted the latter's defensive formation, creating an opening.

Khal Drogo handed him the magic steel arrow.

Roman spread his arms and used his shoulders to generate power.

Aim instinctively, then release your finger.

call!
Another magic steel arrow came hurtling in, shattering the protective barrier of a ship.

(End of this chapter)