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

Chapter 234 Either you die or I die

They were terrified of missing out on the spoils.

This is practically free money!
A good quality dagger can be traded for a sheep, and a sharp, heavy axe can be traded for half a cow...

Those who didn't find it ran away very fast.

Those that are found run away even faster.

Completely oblivious to the increasingly treacherous terrain, and unaware of the growing fatigue in his body.

Running all the way here will consume a lot of physical strength.
Most people's hearts are overwhelmed by joy.

……

"Fire arrows!"

Then came the cold voice, followed by a sharp whistle, and then a series of whistles.

Numerous figures emerged simultaneously from both sides of the hillside.

The previously disorganized routed troops regrouped under the leadership of their respective squad leaders.

The lineup was restored in less than two minutes.

And he took the longbow that he had prepared in advance.

The infantry battalion transformed into longbowmen, nocking arrows and drawing their bows.

Whoosh...

Thousands of arrows fired!

……

The Broken Archers and Judgment Knights didn't care for the loot, so they were left at the very back.

Kate was certain that the suppression of the rebellion was over, so she was in a relaxed mood.

What? You fell down before I even used any force.

However, harsh reality told Kate that the war had just begun.

Even more cruelly, their army was caught in an ambush right at the beginning of the war.

"retreat!"

He didn't need to shout.

Everyone knows to back down now.

But there were too many people.

That salvo caused widespread panic.

It was densely packed and crowded.

For professional armies, the process of shifting from the front line to the rear requires a certain amount of time.

But the more chaotic it is, the less order there is.

A battalion of Roman's infantry charged out from the side, led by a tall and strong man wielding a steel axe who cleaved two standing mercenaries in two with a single blow.

"Everyone lie down! Lay down your weapons! Those who surrender will not be killed! Those who stand will die!"

The sound was as loud as a lion's roar.

……

The tactics that Roman and his military regiment discussed were very simple.

Feign defeat and feign loss to lure the enemy deep into their territory.

The result was unexpectedly successful.

Not to mention the massive army of believers, even mercenaries and free riders charged out, completely disregarding formation.

Anyone who has been in a war knows that once an army loses control, its original 60% combat effectiveness will plummet to 80%, turning into a negative number, and it will completely lose the ability to fight back.

The believers' army can charge into battle at the call of the choir.

Even knowing that they were doomed, they still dared to go and die in that atmosphere.

But now the nuns are scattered everywhere, everyone is shouting and yelling, and the scene is noisy and chaotic, so how can they continue singing together?

The mercenaries were quite powerful, but they were now falling apart.

The crossbowmen were unable to assemble and had no idea where the enemy was.

Just as Bishop Merard couldn't control the vanguard, Marshal Grana shouted himself hoarse but to no avail, and could only lead his confederation to flee.

Seeing this, the elite troops such as the Judgment Knights and Broken Archers in the rear knew that the army was doomed.

Kate was furious.

Suddenly, he felt a slight tingling sensation on his skin.

Suddenly staring into that direction, his crimson pupils contracted sharply.

In less than a second, Kate raised the broken longbow and drew it fully with both arms.

Whoosh!
A specially designed arrowhead is released from the bow.

It collided with the oncoming, razor-sharp magic steel arrow.

Sonorous!

When metal clashed, ordinary people could only see amazing sparks flying in mid-air! The impact of the two arrows canceled each other out, and then they fell to the ground.

Kate's face looked frighteningly pale.

His vision was highly focused, like that of a hawk, and he spotted a figure standing on the hillside more than two hundred meters away.

The man, holding a large, blood-red bow, was looking directly at him, and then made a small movement.

The movement was inconspicuous, but Kate noticed it.
For some reason, the image of Roman holding the Great Bow with its split armor flashed into his mind—looking down from above, high above, his eyes filled with contempt, and letting out a disdainful and arrogant snort…

"Hmph~~"

It felt as if the sound was truly ringing in my ears.

Kate's face was frighteningly cold.

He became completely expressionless, his lips pressed tightly together.

Those who know his temperament know that when he is extremely angry, he is so angry that he cannot speak.

The Broken Archers also spotted Roman, and they reacted extremely quickly, immediately unleashing more than twenty arrows like a swarm of bees.

But the arrows need to fly for a while.

The speed of the Broken Archer's shot is between 100 and 150 meters per second, and it takes two seconds for the arrow to fly past.

Roman has long since vanished without a trace.

……

The first round ended with the rebel army suffering a crushing defeat.

More than a thousand people died on the spot.

More than 4,000 people were captured.

Roman's losses are negligible.

However, due to the presence of the Broken Archers and the Judgment Knights, and the fact that his forces were scattered during the siege, Roman dared not completely encircle the enemy, leaving a relatively large gap that allowed half of the rebel army to escape.

Two days later,
Kate gathered the remaining troops.

He stared at the scattered army of only three thousand men, remaining silent for a long time.

Behind him were Bishop Melard, Marshal Grana, Knight of Judgment Donald, Knight of Blood Salt Frant, and Sister Maper.

Everyone fell silent.

They found the current situation somewhat difficult to accept.

While it cannot be said that the entire army was wiped out, at least a large portion of them were lost in this battle.

Fortunately, the most elite forces were intact and did not suffer too much loss, only losing a few hundred Oath Riders and Free Riders. The mercenaries in the Mud Swamp also lost most of their men.

Frant's face was bitter. He was just there to observe and restrain the troops, not to charge into battle, so the organization was still relatively intact.

Now that the various units are severely damaged, his army has become the main force.

“Let’s withdraw our troops,” Frant said.
He had not been very willing to fight from the beginning, and now that he knew that the young lord was not only brave and skilled but also more strategic than them, he began to consider retreating.

“Sir Frant, we have nowhere to turn!” Kate said coldly.

The bishop and the knights of judgment also tacitly accepted this statement.

The Pope ordered them to test the army of believers' war potential and to provide an answer.

As a result, they only submitted one defense.

The losses are too great. If we really have to retreat, there is no hope for the rest of our lives. Being exiled would be the norm.

I'll never be given an important position in this lifetime; I'd rather die a heroic death.

“Lady Kate is right,” Sister Mapel said.

“Our believers have fallen into Lord Roman’s hands. We must go and rescue them. This is how Count Cond’s people were captured by him. May the gods protect them from suffering. I wonder what has become of them now. Alas…” she said worriedly.

It's not ours, it's yours.

Frant thought to himself.

He didn't argue with them; he could only comply.

In the last noble alliance, Berchtes used others as cannon fodder, but when the time comes, he has to play the role of cannon fodder himself.

Faced with the Cracked Armor and the Papacy, Berchtes lacked the confidence to refuse to participate in the war.

Although the number of troops has been greatly reduced, the anti-rebel army still has fighting power.

It was once a precious sword hidden in its sheath, but now it is half drawn and beginning to reveal its sharpness.

However, this is not good news for everyone.

This is because without a scabbard for protection, and without cannon fodder to fill the gaps, even a small chip in the blade would break their hearts.

But they knew in their hearts that this was the kind of war that was about to begin.

They are not without a chance of winning!

We must quell the rebellion, even if it means creating a breach!

Meanwhile, Roman had finished dealing with the prisoners.

The decisive battle has begun.

Either you die or I die!
(End of this chapter)