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

Chapter 174 Croak! We can't beat them! Run!
The cruelty of the era of cold weapons lay in the fact that warriors had to personally cut off the heads of their enemies and face bloodshed.

And they took it for granted.

Nathan led 300 men from the Third Battalion into the fray, like two torrents colliding, blood splattering everywhere.

He was incredibly brave, and on his way in, he killed seven men, causing the noble army to retreat in disarray.

They had a significant advantage in terrain, while the noble army had to wade through water to attack, which was extremely disadvantageous for the latter.

Moreover, their equipment was exceptionally well-equipped; as far as the eye could see, they were all wearing simple half-body plate armor, with steel spears and swords—everything imaginable was available, and there was virtually no rough equipment.

"Croak! You can't beat them! Run!"

Someone yelled.

Morale completely collapsed.

Some people looked back and found that the fleet behind them could not land.

Because the boats of the advance team covered the riverbank, the following boats could not dock, and the river was turbulent. Once they entered the water, the current would pull on their bodies, making it difficult to even stand.

It's no joke that an adult can drown in chest-deep water.

They marched across the river with great fanfare, but upon realizing they couldn't win, they immediately turned back, crying and begging for mercy.

The retreating soldiers further impacted the overall situation, leaving soldiers who landed from other directions isolated and helpless.

Seeing this chaotic situation, the subsequent fleet could not continue landing.

Finally, the retreat horn sounded, and the noble army abandoned hundreds of defeated soldiers, braving a hail of arrows as they withdrew from the valley.

……

It was hundreds of meters away in the distance.

Old Richard gripped his pitchfork nervously, while the people around him held sickles and pickaxes.

This is the reserve team that Roman prepared, composed of both teenagers and seniors.

If the front line becomes critical and unable to intercept the enemy, he will deploy his reserves. Even if it doesn't produce significant results, it will at least boost morale.

They numbered over a thousand, and although they were undisciplined, their size was quite considerable.

This backup plan failed to work.

After being hit hard, the enemy quickly retreated.

A scout stood on the hillside, waving a flag.

It was Balo who organized them. After deciphering the flag signals, he breathed a sigh of relief and turned back to say, "Our warriors have won. We don't need to go to the battlefield."

Upon hearing that they wouldn't have to go to the battlefield, everyone cheered: "Long live Lord Roman!"

Old Charlie relaxed as well.

His hair had turned gray, and his health was beginning to decline.

He doesn't understand grand principles; he only came here to ensure he and his family have enough to eat each day.

He had spent most of his life as a subject of the Earl and was convinced that the Earl's army would not allow them to continue to be treated the way they were, and that his daughter Laura would be implicated.

Because she married the soldier with the missing hand and received a wedding gift from the lord.

They can't go back, they can never go back.

Old Charlie thought he didn't have many years left to live, and that he would soon die of coughing up blood, just like his grandfather and father, collapsing on the ground.

But after living here for more than a month, my health has actually improved.

This was certainly not due to divine blessings, but rather to a significant improvement in the standard of food.

Manager Barlow made it clear that once Lord Roman was defeated, they could return to their previous lives, or they could fall into an even worse situation due to this turmoil.

Their sturdy, comfortable brick houses were gone, their flavorful meat soup was gone, and their bright future was gone...

In order to protect this future, they had no choice but to take up arms and fight against their former lord.

Fortunately, while they were still mentally preparing for the battlefield, the professional soldiers took care of everything.

But the story is far from over.

Manager Barlow then assigned them to clean up the battlefield and serve as menial and logistical laborers.

When they got there, they found the place covered in blood.

Corpses floated in the river, the water murky and pale red, being washed away and drifting into the distance.

...Roman personally went to the scene and led reserve members of the field hospital to treat the wounded.

Roman will teach them basic skills such as how to treat injuries, how to properly bandage wounds, and how to suture them.

Qualified medical professionals are those who have gained experience through practice.

At this moment, there is no shortage of practical experience. As long as people get hands-on experience, they will definitely have a deep impression and can quickly train a group of people with basic medical and nursing skills.

The results were quickly tallied.

A total of 89 soldiers died, half of whom were new recruits.

Another 262 soldiers were injured – because it was a home game, the wounded could be evacuated immediately, so most of them suffered minor injuries.

In total, more than 500 enemy soldiers were killed, 74 were captured, and 124 survivors were captured.

Eighteen vessels of varying sizes were seized; the rest were not counted.

There is no industry more profitable than war.

These ships alone are worth three or four hundred gold coins. Although they are old and damaged, riddled with arrow holes, they can still be used after some repairs.

“These are elite troops, and some of them are as physically capable as knights in battle!” Dick said.

“Their main force didn’t play,” Jeter interjected.

"Even if they come up, they'll only die. What can the Conqueror Knights do?" Green made a face.

“Green is right,” Aaron nodded.

The dismounted knight was merely a warrior, and with equal equipment, he couldn't even withstand a group attack from three professional soldiers.

They can certainly become the spearhead, piercing straight into the enemy lines.

But what awaited them then was not ordinary soldiers, but another sharp knife.

Roman's knight-level officers were lurking behind the defensive line, ready to pounce.

His own great bow was also aimed at any extraordinary beings who dared to set foot in his territory.

Those nobles were shrewd enough not to send their main force.

They hid among the ships, quietly observing the situation, and retreated immediately when they sensed something was wrong.

After bandaging a soldier's wound, Roman stood up and said, "Dick, tell me, will they launch a second attack?"

"No! Otherwise, they would all die here."

As the commander of the entire war, Dick knew how thorough Roman's preparations were.

The enemy will only be strangled in the water.

Roman was pleased to hear the reply. "Very good."

He lightly pumped his fist. "Then let's tell everyone that we won and they lost!"

We need to reassure those idiots!

A sense of security is the foundation of development.

A victory brings many hidden benefits, such as a social stability boost of +10.

He wanted to use this victory to make a name for himself and to spread the news widely, brainwashing them every day.

Since the salt mines opened last year and yielded two bumper harvests, he has gained prestige here, and no one questions his orders anymore.

He gradually transformed from a nominal noble lord into a true lord with high prestige.

He won the hearts and minds of the people.

Even if one day aristocratic status loses its legitimacy and someone cries out, "Are kings and nobles born with special privileges?" he can still firmly sit in the position of ruler.

Because no one would think of taking him down.

These war victories further elevated his prestige to an even higher level.

Those fools began to praise him with words like "brilliant and powerful," "visionary," "exceptionally intelligent," and "great talent and strategy."

And they genuinely believe that as long as they follow in his footsteps, their future lives will be better.

No one will ever again suffer hunger and hardship on the land he rules.

And all they have to do is offer their loyalty!
(End of this chapter)