If I let you farm, will you become the emperor of the empire?

Lion collar.

Count Filling had just seen off Sir Pierre's entourage.

The knight and he were of the same mind, and they got along very well during this period.

He tried to persuade her to stay, but she was determined to leave.

To be honest, Count Fillin could understand why they left. The food and fodder had been consumed greatly, and the soldiers were in a daze and decadent. No matter how the priests encouraged them, they could not awaken their souls.

Some privately said they were under the spell of the blasphemer.

An indescribable fear quietly seized the soldiers' souls, leaving them without any fighting spirit and with their limbs weakened.

They swore that it must be the work of supernatural powers!

It would be fine if the conscripted soldiers were like this, but a large number of knights also experienced this and began to fight passively.

A knight in battle should be fearless.

But now they desperately discovered a fact -

Faced with an infantry corps composed of numerous plate-armored warriors, no matter how much of a charge the knights launched, it would be of no avail.

The knights secretly cursed that they were not human troops, but evil creatures brought from hell by blasphemers. His Holiness should order his knights of the gods to go out.

Before leaving, Sir Pierre advised him to fend for himself.

This was a well-intentioned warning, but it sounded particularly harsh to Count Filling's ears, like a dying patient suddenly hearing bad news.

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

It sounds like a large number of troops, but their opponent is the tyrant Blasphemer.

"Sir, Lord Macor said he wants to see you for something." The castle steward found him.

Upon hearing this, Count Filin's face darkened and a cloud of gloom surged in his heart.

"I'll go right away!"

He quickly headed for the castle, praying to the gods that the worst would not happen.

But reality cannot be changed by human will.

Makor, with a face like a reef, rough and flaking skin, and blue hair like seaweed, spoke to the count in the main hall.

"Lord Feilin, I am leaving too."

"How can this be possible!" the count exclaimed, "I don't agree, I absolutely don't agree!"

Makor is the commander of the coalition forces. The troops he brings come from Stone Fort. They are troops that can maintain their combat effectiveness even when facing blasphemers, and are also the Lion Lord's biggest reliance now.

Once Makor withdraws his troops, the Lion Lord will be isolated and helpless.

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

The Earl was full of indignation: "But you know better that those people cannot be trusted. They will kill for money and status, but they will not die for it."

"Then it depends on your choice." Markel's face seemed to be eroded by sea water, and his dark blue eyes were like the tide in the dark night.

"No! I can't fight against that tyrant..." The count was furious. He would never agree to this and his anger was at an unprecedented high.

When the Earl suddenly saw those dark blue eyes, his anger instantly subsided. He just felt that he couldn't breathe, as if he was drowning, strangled by a sea snake, and fell into the dark deep sea.

Until Markel looked away, Count Filin's back was covered in cold sweat and his expression was terrified.

He realized that it was the power from the Raging Tide bloodline.

"I beg you, my Lord," he pleaded, "I will do anything to prevent me from having to face that tyrant alone."

Makol shook his head. "I failed. My father and my wife Hena both wrote to call me back."

Makor frowned.

He was extremely outstanding since he was a child and was good at fighting. After he grew up and commanded a group, he had never experienced such a devastating defeat.

They couldn't win the battle or the field battle, and even if they sent the Knights of Jingtao to attack, they wouldn't be able to find any flaws.

He felt that the army seemed to come from the legendary ancient God of Ao, with strict discipline and measured advances and retreats, just like an epic...

To defeat them, we need to find another way...

Macor made up his mind secretly.

The former was successful, and the gods successfully resisted the wrath of the Dragon King in Tiehua County.

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

By now, there is no supply of food or fodder.

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

Last year, there was a severe drought and most areas of the Black Iron Land experienced reduced production or even zero harvest. They had to tighten their belts to survive and did not want to launch another attack.

This time, Makor has to take away more than 10,000 soldiers from the Stone Fort. He cannot continue to confront Roman, otherwise people will really starve to death.

The Earl knew this very well, but he could not accept the fact that he had become a discarded pawn.

Makor quickly left the Lion Territory, leaving behind only the mess in the base and some nameless mercenaries who were just waiting to die.

Count Filin's face was pale, and he looked at Markel's gradually receding back with despair and coldness.

…

No one expected Roman's counterattack to be so swift, like a spring that had been compressed to the extreme.

Soon after the last of the noble army left, the blasphemers launched a massive attack.

It is unfortunate to have a tyrant as a neighbor.

Because no one knows when he will punch you.

Count Kant had a deep understanding of this. He was sleeping soundly in the castle when Roman suddenly robbed his village. Two years later, he was forced to leave his hometown and flee far away.

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

Because it doesn't matter at all.

Now his desire is super strong!

expansion!

Expand vigorously!

He has been growing up in a poor mountain valley for seven years, six of which he has been reclaiming wasteland and cultivating the land. He has nothing and there is very little room for maneuvering!

It's time to occupy richer lands!

The quality of the valley soldiers is extremely high. As long as they are wearing armor, all of them are first-level infantry knights. They have received two or three years of high-intensity physical training. Some veterans have even trained for six or seven years, and their battlefield survival rate is extremely high.

More importantly, there are no shortcomings in the organizational system, tactical actions, arms subdivision, organization, and comprehensive equipment.

Roman never cared about personal prowess.

Because systematic strength is the real strength.

In today's medieval era, the Valley Army is the top combat force on earth!

Jet broke up the army, divided it into dozens of attack points, and launched attacks in squadrons, keeping in touch with each other to form a node-like encirclement network.

Dozens of attack points were advancing towards the core castle of the Lion Territory, while the remaining troops served as support.

The grassroots structure of the River Valley Army is very complete, and it can be mobilized freely and flexibly.

The Lion Territory still has garrison forces, including both local troops and foreign troops, such as mercenaries and free riders.

But they were all dumb when facing the Iron Man in the valley.

Even if a squadron consists of only sixty men, it can still beat up six hundred men.

Do you have the strength to fight me, the God of War of the Valley?