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

Chapter 235 The rain keeps falling...

On the day of the decisive battle.

A light rain began to fall from the sky.

A gentle breeze and fine rain nourish all things.

It's a good time to farm.

However, farming and warfare have always been intertwined.

Now, Roman's army has the advantage in numbers over the rebel army.

But this battle was still fraught with danger for him.

The punitive expeditionary force did not retreat despite a major defeat; they were determined to tear down and shred the banner of the Valley King.

Thirty knights of judgment rode the finest warhorses.

The bright red armor stood majestically in the rain, like a statue, the rain condensing and flowing on the cold, hard armor like blood.

The forty Broken Archers were all light cavalry.

Heavy armor restricts movement and hinders shooting, thus affecting the archer's agility.

The remaining mercenaries and followers stood in rows, soaking wet.

They looked somewhat nervously at the infantry formations standing in the distance, also braving the rain.

The tension eases considerably when looking at one's own knights in battle.

Kate and Bishop Melard pledged that this was an all-out war and that the Knights of Judgment would fight alongside them.

An invisible, chilling aura condensed.

The spring breeze and slanting rain were gentle yet didn't hinder the activities; it was just right.

Roman launched an attack.

He realized that Kate's army was too scared to attack, so they were in a defensive formation.

Someone always has to launch an attack.

Roman ordered all infantry to form ranks and advance.

The vanguard consisted of spearmen and sword-wielders, the center of the army consisted of archers and crossbowmen, and the rear guard and flanks consisted of heavily armed troops.

“There’s no flaw,” said one of the broken archers.

"It will happen," someone replied.

With their excellent eyesight, seated on horseback, they had a wide field of vision and watched the army of the King of the Valley.

When the two sides were 150 meters apart, they first exchanged arrows, and both sides suffered damage.

But overall, the army that quelled the rebellion suffered greater casualties.

A dense swarm of arrows shot out from the infantry formation, like hundreds of rockets.

It has an extremely high rate of fire, precise range, immense power, and wide coverage.

If the rebel army hadn't set up a defensive formation in advance, they probably would have collapsed before even reaching the close combat stage.

Several thousand people is no small number; when they are gathered together, an infantry squad is equivalent to a mobile basketball court.

“Sir Frant!” Kate called out.

Frant of Berchtesgaard looked helplessly at the army before him, which was as solid as a steel plate.

Those four- or five-meter-long spears lined up in rows; they were absolutely terrifying.

But he is now the main force of the right wing of the anti-rebel army.

Now I have no choice but to go ahead with it.

"Warriors of the Bechtus family! The behemoth is with us! The gods are with us!"

Frant was no longer young, but his voice was still strong as he roared.

Sister Mappel, along with more than three hundred nuns in the choir, offered blessings to the entire army!

The chant reached their ears, greatly encouraging the thousand elite soldiers, who began to charge from the flank, aiming to disrupt Roman's left flank.

Generally speaking, armies are asymmetrical, with the right wing being stronger than the left.

But Roman was different; he deployed heavy units on both flanks and in the rear.

Upon seeing Berchtes's army charging in, the heavily armed troops had no choice but to rush out to meet the enemy; otherwise, the space would be compressed, making it crowded and restricting the movement of the central army.

At this moment, the Judgment Knight and the Broken Archer also began to ride their horses at full gallop.

They roamed the outer perimeter, moving erratically, searching for openings and entry opportunities.

Broken archers are shooting from horseback.

An ordinary rider's shooting range is only fifty meters, while a Broken Archer still has a sniping range of 100 meters while on horseback.

They had two types of arrows, one light and one heavy.

Light arrows kill ordinary soldiers, heavy arrows kill conquering knights.

The latter was specially made, with each heavy arrow costing two silver coins to produce.

Because it contains copper, silver, and trace amounts of gold.

Furthermore, when using heavy arrows, the distance should be reduced to seventy meters to maximize their lethality.

Using that money on ordinary soldiers would be a waste, but we can't worry about that now.

We need to chisel a gap!
The Broken Archers said to themselves.

The forty broken archers fired at a similar rate, and in each volley, a dozen or twenty heavily armored men perished, either with their helmets pierced or their shoulders and necks pierced. Only shots to their large shields could save them from certain death.

The broken archers attacked together, and in less than a minute, they had caused casualties to forty or fifty heavy infantrymen.

At this moment, the vanguard of both sides finally clashed in close combat.

To be precise, it can only be described as one-sided.

The hastily assembled vanguard of the punitive expeditionary force was simply unable to withstand the pressure at the front.

If it weren't for the sacred chants providing support and spiritual encouragement, the anti-rebel army would have fled long ago.

And this time...

The Knight of Judgment has entered!
……

Berchtes and the Broken Archer fought tooth and nail to create an opening.

Strictly speaking, it's not a gap.

Because behind the heavy armor, flanking infantry formations were protecting the central army.

A total of thirty Judgment Knights,
From different directions,
Towards the flank of the infantry squares,
They launched a full-speed charge!
……

"Raise your spears, grip them tight! Block!" Jeter roared in the center of the army!

He heard the thunderous charge!

Disorganized but swift!
fast!
too fast!
It looked like several tanks were pressing down on us!

People often misunderstand that tanks are slow.

Actually, that's not the case; they are the swift kings of the land!
……

The infantry squares on the flanks glared angrily!

He gripped the five-meter-long spear tightly!

The infantry squares on the flanks were all armed with spears, and there were three ranks, each with a hundred men. Three hundred spears blocked the flanks, and their density was really like that of a hedgehog.

boom! ! !
It was like a sharp, blood-red cleaver striking a thick, solid piece of wood.

More than one!
A full thirty!
They're cutting from different directions!

So the sawdust shattered instantly!
At that moment.

Time and space seemed to freeze.

The spearmen at the front, ready to meet the enemy, saw the slanting drizzle, the splintering wood, the blood-stained armor, and the warhorses clad in the same colored horse armor…

The breaths of all the soldiers who were about to engage in battle stopped for a moment.

Their thoughts drifted into the distance.

They all recalled their enlistment and the tireless instruction and emphasis that Instructor Jeter had placed on them during training—

No creature on earth could withstand the charge of the conquering knights!
……

boom! !

The flank collapsed in an instant.

Thirty knights of judgment and their warhorses smashed through the spear line and the infantry phalanx.

The gleaming spearhead was utterly useless against the crimson armor of the Judgment Knight and his warhorse.

The spearhead snapped, sending splinters flying everywhere!
The Judgment Knights' momentum waned slightly, but they did not stop and continued to approach the central army!

They're going to fight their way through!
Cut Roman's entire army in half!

Wow!
Donald held a lance, the blade of which was half a meter long and shaped like a horse spear.

The Judgment Knight swung his sword as he charged, its blade so sharp it was terrifying, instantly reaping the lives of five or six infantrymen.

The brilliant blood-red flowers bloom in the spring rain!

In less than three seconds, they had crushed all the soldiers on the flanks, leaving none standing.

"Heavy crossbow!!" Jet roared.

The crossbowmen in the central army carried fifty huge heavy crossbows.

The crossbow bolts are ready to be fired. These are exquisitely crafted, high-powered crossbows, each one costing a fortune and pushing the limits of materials.

Specifically designed to counter conquering knights, it can penetrate plate armor at close range.

boom!
With a barrage of heavy crossbow bolts, more than twenty Judgment Knights fell from their horses on the spot.

It felt like being struck by a heavy hammer, causing him to fall to the ground.

But they quickly got up, stood up, drew their half-swords, and ruthlessly slaughtered the approaching professional soldiers.

One of the squad leaders was furious. He had witnessed the effect of the heavy crossbow; two short arrows were embedded diagonally in the abdomen of one of the Judgment Knights, and the blood-red plate armor was dented.

But it didn't go through!

It didn't go through!
The arrow must have pierced through the abdominal muscles, and the dented plate armor may have broken the ribs, but it certainly didn't damage the internal organs, otherwise he would have been unable to fight, instead of struggling to stand up.

"I can't fight them!" The squad leader broke down in tears.

"It's orogen plate armor!" Jet realized there was a big problem.

These are not ordinary Judgment Knights; their armor is made of orogen.

That stuff is far more terrifying than magic steel.

Each Judgment Knight fights clad in seventy pounds of orogen.

In reality, they were wearing armor weighing 140 pounds.

That's because of the properties of orchardite. When forged with magic stones, its volume is reduced, and its density is greatly increased, reaching a level similar to that of gold.

But when you get used to it, when you communicate with it using your strength, its size and weight will decrease back to the initial seventy pounds.

Only the enemy knows that the weight of 140 jin still exists.

"Get down here!"

Nathan, also fully armored, swung his thirty-pound axe, clashing with the Judgment Knight's lance.

A loud clang rang out!
The knight in judgment had a numb and sore arm, but his body remained as steady as a mountain and did not sway. At this moment, several hook spears extended from behind him, pulling the knight in judgment off his horse as if pulling down an iron wall.

Nathan gripped the axe handle with both hands and approached the fallen Judgment Knight.

He swung his heavy axe, smashing and smashing...

The drizzle kept falling and falling and falling...

(End of this chapter)