Being a knight is not easy

Chapter 274 Variables
Both Robin and Marquis Sonata were well aware of this.

Only by inflicting a heavy blow on the barbarians can true peace be achieved on the western border.

It's also unlikely that they would all be killed.

The warriors followed closely behind Robin, their footsteps, shouts, and the clash of weapons blending together to create a symphony of victory.

The chase didn't end until the early hours of the next day.

Under the cover of night, the Sapar plains became a bloody slaughterhouse.

Robin's halberdiers swept through the fleeing barbarians like an unstoppable torrent.

The cold moonlight spilled across the earth, illuminating the desperate figures fleeing and the relentlessly pursuing warriors.

As time went on, the number of barbarians dwindled. Some collapsed from exhaustion, while others were overtaken by the warriors and screamed in their dying moments.

Although the soldiers were gradually becoming exhausted, their desire for victory and high morale sustained them as they continued to advance.

As the first rays of dawn appeared on the horizon, the chase finally drew to a close.

Robin pulled on the reins; his warhorse was panting heavily, its body covered in sweat and blood.

He looked around. The battlefield was littered with the corpses of barbarians. Only a handful of barbarians remained, hiding in distant corners, their eyes filled with fear and despair.

Robin took a deep breath; he knew what victory in this battle meant for the Westerlands.

He turned to look at the soldiers behind him, some of these brave warriors wounded, yet still standing firm. "We have won."

Robin's voice, though somewhat hoarse, was full of power. Upon hearing this, the warriors cheered, their shouts echoing across the morning plains, proclaiming the imminent arrival of peace on the western border.

Marquis Sonata stared at Robin, who was covered in blood, his eyes widening slightly, his heart filled with shock and awe.

Robin's armor was stained crimson with blood, the bright red stains standing out starkly in the morning light.

There was the blood of the enemy, and also the blood seeping from his own wounds in battle, but he still stood upright, like an unshakable mountain.

It's simply because Robin killed too many people.

In this battle against the barbarians, Robin was like a god of war descended to earth, and wherever she went, the enemies fell one after another.

Blood still dripped from his dragon-slaying spear, each drop falling to the ground as if telling the story of the brutal battle that had just taken place. Each drop of blood represented the loss of a life, and the number of barbarians who had fallen around Robin was staggering.

Marquis Sonata couldn't help but recall Robin in battle, his brave and fearless figure, his lightning-fast attacks, as he swept through the barbarian crowd, reaping enemy lives like mowing grass.

Marquis Sonata stepped forward, his voice trembling slightly, and said, "Lord Allen, your bravery is beyond imagination. You are the greatest contributor to this victory."

From Baron to Your Excellency, this shows the Marquis Sonata's change in attitude towards Robin.

Robin slightly raised his head, his eyes showing weariness, but even more so, determination. He said, "My lord, this is a victory for both of us. Our goal was to defend the western border, and now the barbarians have been severely weakened, and the western border is temporarily safe."

The surrounding soldiers also gathered around, looking at Robin with eyes full of reverence.

In their hearts, Robin has become a legend, a hero worthy of their respect and emulation.

"These are all the soldiers' achievements; I only killed a few tribal chiefs," Robin said, waving his hand dismissively. His expression was completely indifferent, as if what he had done was nothing more than a trivial matter.

Upon hearing this, the nobles' lips twitched. They all secretly thought that Robin's words were far too casual.

Several tribal chiefs—these were no ordinary opponents.

You should know that all those tribal chiefs were legendary warriors, each possessing formidable strength, capable of taking on a hundred or even a thousand men on the battlefield.

Robin killed more legendary warriors than his entire army combined.

This fact aroused both admiration and a touch of envy among the nobles.

What is admirable is Robin's extraordinary strength. On the battlefield, he is like the Grim Reaper, and wherever he goes, legendary warriors fall one after another.

What they envied was that their own performance in this battle was worlds apart from Robin's.

Despite their best efforts and leading large armies, they could not achieve the same brilliant results as Robin.

One of the nobles couldn't help but say, "Lord Allen, you are far too modest. We have all witnessed your achievements; you alone played a crucial role in the victory of this battle."

Robin just smiled and didn't say anything more.

The victory in this battle was the result of the joint efforts of all the soldiers; he simply did what he thought he should do.

At this moment, the soldiers felt very proud when they heard the nobles' praise. They felt incredibly lucky to be able to follow such a powerful yet humble general as Robin.

Marquis Sonata knew that the Wilke family's rise in the West was unstoppable, and his eyes held a complex mix of emotions, including resentment and helplessness.

But he was, after all, a man of great foresight, and still considered the overall situation of the western border.

"Lord Allen, now that we have won a great victory, why not press on and defeat the Central Plains army in one fell swoop?" Marquis Sonata's voice carried a hint of urgency and excitement.

In his view, now is the time when morale is high, and if they can press their advantage, they may be able to completely eliminate the long-standing threat to the Central Plains.

Robin gave Marquis Sonata a deep look, and he saw in the Marquis Sonata's eyes that eagerness to achieve quick results.

Robin said unhurriedly, "No rush, we need to wait for the Knights Guild and the Bauhinia Organization's attitude."

Robin knew that the Knights Guild and the Bauhinia Organization had a complex web of influence in the West, and their power should not be underestimated.

Joining their war rashly without their support or tacit approval could trigger a series of unpredictable consequences.

Robin was well aware that the strength of both sides was far beyond what their noble alliance could match.

The reason it's been delayed until now is perhaps because Mrs. Aishar has some kind of plan.

Taking a hasty action could lead to unnecessary complications.

Of course, Robin wouldn't tell Marquis Sonata about these things.

Marquis Sonata frowned, somewhat puzzled, and asked, "Lord Allen, why should we care so much about the attitudes of the Knights Guild and the Bauhinia Organization?"
Our Western Allied Forces are now strong and well-equipped, with high morale. Even without their support, we may still be able to defeat the Central Plains army.

(End of this chapter)