Being a knight is not easy

Chapter 323 Sharpshooter Camp

The knights of the Warblade Knights around them erupted in cheers, while the soldiers of the Gatekeeper Knights looked ashen-faced. Their leader had been defeated, and they had no chance of turning the tide.

Robin's nonchalant demeanor clearly indicated that he hadn't used his full strength.

He stood there, his weapon still dripping blood, his eyes showing neither fatigue nor excitement.

He was like a peerless master, easily defeating an opponent; the battle seemed to him to be nothing more than a trivial exercise.

Robin's behavior shocked everyone around him.

The knights of the Warblade Knights cheered, proud and excited by Robin's victory.

The soldiers of the Gatekeeper Knights were plunged into despair; the defeat of their leader was a devastating blow to their morale.

At this moment, the sky gradually brightened.

The morning light shone on the battlefield, illuminating the corpses and blood scattered on the ground.

The night raid ended in Robin's victory, and the crisis facing Wilke's army seemed to be relieved at that moment.

When Viscount Wilke arrived to provide support after receiving the news, he saw corpses scattered all over the ground and prisoners crouching on the ground with their hands covering their heads.

The battlefield was filled with the mixed smell of blood and gunpowder. Corpses lay scattered about, some still in the fighting posture, with weapons strewn around them.

The prisoners hung their heads in dejection, their eyes filled with terror and despair.

Although he had great confidence in his son, he was still shocked when he saw five hundred knights break through the camp of the Gatekeeper Knights, which was home to thousands of troops.

Viscount Wilke's eyes widened; he never imagined that Robin's five hundred knights could achieve such an astonishing feat.

He had initially thought it would be a tough battle and was even prepared for heavy casualties.

“Allen… how did you do that?” Viscount Wilke stammered, his gaze shifting from the corpses to Robin, who stood calmly to the side.

Robin smiled slightly and said, "Father, we only took advantage of the cover of night, our knowledge of their camp layout, and the fact that they had just suffered from the burning of their supplies and the attack on their patrols, which made them demoralized and less vigilant."

Viscount Wilke listened to Robin's explanation with admiration.

He knew that these seemingly simple words required extremely high military strategy and command ability to achieve.

Five hundred knights facing thousands of men—that takes more than just courage.

"So what should we do next?" Viscount Wilke asked again. Although he was the owner of this territory, now that Robin had returned, he was naturally in charge.

He just wanted to be a father who could lie down and relax.

After a moment of contemplation, Robin said, "We need to deal with these prisoners as soon as possible and then strengthen the defenses of our territory. Although we have won this victory, the Gatekeeper Knights will not let it go, and they will definitely have further actions."

Viscount Wilke nodded in agreement.

So Wilke's army got busy, the soldiers gathered the prisoners together, confiscated their weapons, and then put them under guard.

Meanwhile, another group of soldiers, under Robin's command, began clearing the battlefield, collecting usable supplies, and reinforcing the camp's defenses.

During this process, the morale of Wilke's soldiers soared.

Looking at the corpses of their once-powerful enemies strewn across the ground, they were filled with pride and reverence for Robin. The prisoners, under the overwhelming force of Wilke's army, dared not offer the slightest resistance.

"Young Master Allen is truly amazing! He utterly routed them with just five hundred men!" a young soldier exclaimed excitedly.

“Yes, with Young Master Allen, we will definitely be able to protect Wilke Territory,” another soldier chimed in.

Having regained control of Wilke's army, Robin focused on training its sharpshooter battalion.

An elite sniper battalion can play a significant role.

The soldiers of the Sharpshooter Battalion were all handpicked from the territory and possessed exceptional archery talent.

Those were all sharpshooters carefully selected by the territory, and with the enhancement of the Power Fruit, their strength increased rapidly.

These sharpshooters underwent subtle changes in their bodies after consuming the Power Fruit.

They drew their bows with greater force, and the arrows they shot were faster and more powerful.

Their already precise archery skills have now reached a new level.

On the training field, the arrows they shot streaked across the sky like meteors, accurately hitting the bullseye in the distance.

After all, many knights wasted a lot of time training their life force and horsemanship and swordsmanship, while archery was only superficially learned. There were relatively few knights who were truly proficient in it.

This is one of the reasons why Robin values ​​the Sharpshooter Battalion. When facing powerful knightly forces, the Sharpshooter Battalion can utilize their advantage of long-range attacks to inflict heavy damage on the enemy before they can get close.

Unlike knights, archers do not need to engage in close combat; they can hide in safe positions and ambush the enemy.

More than twenty skilled archers were selected from various parts of the territory to supplement the ranks, expanding the Sharpshooter Battalion to fifty men.

Robin sent people throughout his territory to search for skilled archers. After several rounds of selection, he finally chose more than twenty outstanding individuals.

The expanded archery battalion began even more rigorous training.

Robin personally instructed them, providing detailed explanations on everything from archery posture and breathing rhythm to judging wind direction in different environments.

“Remember, every arrow can be the key to victory or defeat. On the battlefield, you must be not only accurate, but also swift,” Robin told the archers.

The soldiers of the archery battalion train diligently every day. At dawn, as the first rays of sunlight fall on the training ground, they begin drawing their bows and shooting arrows.
They would not finish their training for the day until it was completely dark in the evening.

Their efforts paid off, and over time, the archery skills of the entire archery battalion made a qualitative leap.

During a simulated combat exercise, the performance of the sharpshooter battalion greatly impressed the other soldiers in Wilke's army.

They hid in the woods, and when the simulated enemy approached, fifty sharpshooters fired their arrows simultaneously.

Arrows flew towards the enemy like a dense rain of raindrops, instantly disrupting the enemy's formation.

Many "enemy" soldiers were hit by arrows before they could even react, losing their ability to fight.

"Young Master Allen's decision is truly brilliant. With such a sharpshooting battalion, our chances of winning on the battlefield have increased significantly," Ito exclaimed sincerely after witnessing the battalion's performance.

Although this archery battalion only has fifty members, the weakest among them are at least knights, and the strongest are at least great knights.

(End of this chapter)