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

Chapter 419 The Power of a System
Lion's head.

The Earl of Philing had just seen off Sir Pierre's entourage.

The knight and he hit it off and got along very well during this time.

He tried repeatedly to persuade the latter to stay, but the latter was determined to leave.

To be honest, Count Felin could understand why they left. Their supplies were exhausted, the soldiers were listless and demoralized, and no amount of encouragement from the priests could awaken their spirits.

Some people privately say they are under the curse of blasphemers.

An indescribable fear quietly seized the soldiers' souls, leaving them devoid of fighting spirit and weak in the knees.

They confidently asserted that this must be the work of supernatural forces!
If it were only conscripted soldiers, that would be one thing, but a considerable number of knights who were also fighting were also exhibiting this behavior, and began to fight passively.

Knights of war should be fearless.

But now they have desperately discovered a fact—

When faced with a legion of infantrymen composed of numerous plate-armored warriors, no matter how the knights charged, it was all in vain.

The conquering knight cursed inwardly that it was not a human army, but an evil creature brought from hell by blasphemers, and that His Holiness should send out his knights of the gods.

Before leaving, Sir Pierre advised him to take care of himself.

This was well-intentioned advice, but it sounded particularly harsh to Count Felin, like a terminally ill patient suddenly receiving devastating news.

After Pierre and other nobles left, Lion Territory was left with only the count's troops, mercenary islanders, and the army brought by Macol.

They have a large army, but their opponent is the tyrant, the Blasphemer.

"My lord, Lord Markel says he needs to see you." The castle steward found him.

Upon hearing this, Earl Philin's face darkened, and a sense of gloom welled up within him.

"I'm going right now!"

He hurried to the castle, praying that the gods would not let the worst happen.

But reality does not change according to human will.

Macol, with a face like a reef, rough and peeling skin, and seaweed-like blue hair, spoke to the Earl in the main hall.

"Lord Philin, I must also depart."

"This...this won't do!" the count exclaimed. "I disagree, I absolutely disagree!"

Macol is the commander of the allied forces. The troops he brought came from Stone Castle, a force that can maintain its fighting strength even when facing the blasphemers, and is now Lion Territory's greatest asset.

Once Macol also withdraws his troops, the Lion King will be left isolated and helpless.

"The swamp mercenaries and islanders of the archipelago will assist you, as long as you promise them benefits, such as land and knighthood."

The Earl was filled with indignation: "But you know better than anyone that those people are untrustworthy. They would kill for money and status, but they would not risk their lives for it."

"Then it's up to you to decide." Macol's face looked as if it had been eroded by seawater, and his dark blue eyes were like the tides of night.

"No! I can't fight that tyrant..." The count was agitated and restless. He absolutely refused to agree to this, and his anger was at an all-time high.

When the Count suddenly saw those dark blue eyes, his anger vanished instantly. He felt like he couldn't breathe, as if he were drowning, being strangled by a sea serpent, and sinking into the dark depths of the sea.

Until Markel looked away, Count Felin's back was covered in cold sweat, and his expression was filled with fear.

He realized that it was the power from the bloodline of the raging tide.

“I beg you, my lord,” he pleaded, “I will do anything, just don’t let me face that tyrant alone.”

Markel shook his head. "I have failed. My father and my wife Hena are both writing to me, begging me to return."

Markel frowned.

He was exceptionally talented from a young age, a skilled warrior, and as an adult, he commanded a region, never having experienced such a crushing defeat.

They can't win in conventional battles or open field battles. Even if they send the Storm Riders on, they can't find any openings.

He felt that the legion was like something out of the legendary ancient mythology, with an epic level of discipline and measured movements...

To defeat them, we need to find another way... Macol made up his mind.

Upon hearing that it was the order from the King of the Raging Tides, the Earl trembled and could not utter a word.

The King of Blackburg is inept at politics, and the Duke of Payne is now the de facto regent of the Black Iron.

He single-handedly guided the Papacy's forces to defend the northern front against the dragons.

In order to defeat the blasphemers, unite the nobles, and provide a steady stream of logistical support to the Lion Territory.

The former succeeded; the gods successfully resisted the Dragon King's wrath in Tiehua County.

The latter failed, and the allied forces were helpless against that remote city.

Now, even food supplies are running out.

In fact, they ran out of food during the winter.

Last year's severe drought caused reduced yields or even no harvest in most parts of the Black Iron Land. They had to tighten their belts to survive and had no desire to launch another offensive.

Macol is taking more than 10,000 soldiers from Stone Castle with him. They can't continue the standoff with Roman, or people will really starve to death.

The count was fully aware of the situation, but he could not accept the fact that he had been abandoned.

Markel soon left Lion Territory, leaving behind only a mess in the encampment and some nameless mercenaries who were just waiting to die.

Count Felin, pale-faced, stared with despair and coldness at Macol's receding figure.

……

No one expected Roman's counterattack to be so swift, like a spring compressed to its limit.

The last batch of noble troops had barely left when the blasphemers launched a full-scale attack.

It is unfortunate to be neighbors with a tyrant.

Because you never know when he might punch you.

Count Condé knew this all too well. He was sleeping soundly in the castle when Roman suddenly seized the village, and two years later he was forced to leave his home and go far away.

Roman didn't know what choice Count Felin would make.

Because none of this matters.

His desire is incredibly strong right now!

expansion!

Expand aggressively!
He had been developing in a poor mountain village for seven years, six of which were spent reclaiming wasteland and farming. He had nothing and very little room to maneuver!

It's time to seize more fertile land!
The soldiers in the valley are all highly skilled. As long as they wear armor, they are all first-class infantry knights. They have undergone two or three years of high-intensity physical training, and some veterans have even trained for six or seven years. Their survival rate on the battlefield is extremely high.

More importantly, it has no weaknesses in terms of organizational structure, tactical maneuvers, branch divisions, organization, and equipment.

Roman never cared about personal bravery.

True strength lies in a systematic approach.

In this medieval era, the River Valley Army represents the pinnacle of military power on Earth!

Jeter broke up his army into dozens of attack points, launching attacks in squadrons, maintaining communication with each other, and forming a nodal encirclement network.

Dozens of attack points advanced toward the Lion Territory's core castle, while the remaining troops served as support.

The grassroots structure of the River Valley Army is very well-established, and mobilization is free and flexible.

Lion Territory has a garrison, consisting of both local troops and foreign forces, such as mercenaries and free riders.

But they were all speechless when faced with the Iron Man of the Valley.

Even if a company only has sixty men, it can still easily defeat six hundred men.

You want to fight me, the God of War of the Valley? Do you even have the strength?
(End of this chapter)