Wizard Farming Guide

Chapter 47 The Mob

Although Charlie's true colors had already been revealed in private conversations among the group.

The nobles present all understood his reason for rushing into war: he was blindly recruiting men and dragging himself down with him.

But no one would choose to undermine them at this time; the nobles' reputation is something they all maintain together.

After listening to his passionate speech, everyone applauded enthusiastically.

Especially the dozen or so people gathered on the other side—this group consisted of wandering knights and fallen nobles who had joined Charles, and were also his supporters of the Iron Rod.

Unable to sustain the expansion and development of their territory, they turned their attention to military exploits in conquering barbarian tribes.

They hoped that, under Charlie's leadership, they would return to the kingdom in glory.

"Thank you all for your support. Since no one objects, I will temporarily assume the role of the Alliance's Commander-in-Chief!" Charlie said.

His gaze swept over Rhodes, Byrne, and the other five Knights of the Round Table.

Seeing that they remained unmoved, Charlie did not modestly decline.

Without hesitation, he announced that he would serve as the interim leader.

This was his original intention; he was the strongest and most qualified. Everyone knew this, so there was no need to hide it.

However, Charlie knew he couldn't push too hard, so he added a temporary modifier beforehand.

As long as he successfully defeats the barbarians in the upcoming siege.

The word "temporary" will naturally disappear when the time comes, and he will gain the trust of the people and become the leader of the alliance in a natural way.

Charlie was full of confidence, and indeed he was; the alliance was successfully established.

Seeing that the other Knights of the Round Table had no objections, Rhodes, whose strength was at the bottom on paper, naturally followed the crowd and had nothing to object to.

The entire army set off the next day.

Target: Sarko Ice City!

The louder the slogans the army shouted before setting off, the bigger Rhodes' head became once they actually set off.

He led his troops, marching on the left flank of the Allied forces, and turned to look at them.

The sight of more than twenty heraldic flags standing separately is awe-inspiring.

But once they came together, only two words remained in Rhodes' mind—chaos!

When we were apart before, things were fine; there were clear boundaries.

Now everyone has formed an alliance army, with serfs and conscripts from different noble families mixed together, and their movements are completely out of sync.

Some people are fast, some are slow, and some even suddenly squat down halfway through and start doing that!

As they walked, a group of serfs lost their way and wandered aimlessly.

The army of several thousand men was in complete disarray, utterly lacking any order whatsoever.

If that were all, it would be fine, but the real disaster was the troop's stationing and rest.

This so-called Allied army has no logistical supply lines.

This in itself wasn't a big deal, because since there weren't many wars, logistical support was generally very poor throughout the kingdom.

The army mainly relies on three aspects for logistical support: foraging, plundering, and purchasing.

During his journey to the North, Rhodes relied on hunting and purchasing food from villages to solve his logistical problems.

But now, with a team of several thousand people and far from enough prey in the vicinity, the idea of ​​buying them is simply absurd.

Rhodes and the other Knights of the Round Table brought plenty of food with them, so there shouldn't be any major problems.

But once the other noble groups stopped, they had to scatter to go hunting.

The already chaotic crowd became even more disorganized, and the outcome was predictable.

"Eleven of Sir Keston's serf soldiers have deserted, and twenty-one of Sir Buck's have deserted." Charlie, sweating profusely, ran to Rhodes. "Have you seen them here?"

"I'm sorry, no." Under his hopeful gaze, Rhodes helplessly shrugged.

Compared to other serf soldiers, they had a hodgepodge of weapons, including pitchforks, nail-headed clubs, long-handled axes, and nail-headed hammers.

Rhodes' soldiers trained in battle formations for easier command.

They were equipped with uniform shields and spears, making them easy to distinguish.

Thanks to this, along with previous training, they were able to maintain formation in the army.

Charlie seemed to want to say something more, but the sound of a heated argument coming from behind forced him to turn around in annoyance.

Two knights are arguing over ownership of their prey.

Upon getting closer, Charlie glanced at the yak and decided he really didn't want to get involved in this mess.

So he drew his sword and slashed it straight through the middle.

Charlie shouted, "You can each have half! No arguing!"

After making what he considered the fairest judgment, he turned and left, busy dealing with other people's messes.

Behind him, the knight who had joined him glared resentfully, thinking that Charlie should have given him the cow!

The other pioneer knight who joined the alliance was even more furious.

He was the one who hit it, but Charlie pocketed half of it and gave it to his men!

After the alliance army was formed, it made frequent stops and starts, causing all sorts of chaos along the way.

The expressions on everyone's faces gradually changed from initial confidence to grim.

The atmosphere between them shifted from initial enthusiasm to mutual silence.

If the six core Knights of the Round Table hadn't been unharmed, this alliance would likely have collapsed before even encountering the barbarians.

"People have been at peace for too long and are unfamiliar with warfare." Rhodes's lips twitched at the sight of the Alliance's exaggerated performance.

He originally thought he was a newbie visiting the powerful figures' territories, but now he sees it's all in ruins.

"What a rabble," Rhodes thought to himself as he picked up the Rosa longbow from his back.

When the bow is fully drawn, driven by the powerful potential energy of the bow arm, the arrow transforms into a streak of light.

It was launched into a grove of trees 400 meters away.

With precise vision, the arrow pierced the wolf chieftain soldiers lurking below.

Screams rang out from the woods.

"Watch out, there's an ambush in the woods to the left!" Rhodes shouted to the Alliance members as he fired his arrow.

Ravens circled in the sky, revealing the forest's secrets to him.

There are at least a thousand wolf chieftain soldiers! Rhodes was on high alert.

It seems the nearby wolf chieftain tribes have united and are now ambushing them!

To his dismay, Charlie and the others were clearly taken aback when they heard his shout.

They looked around the grove with suspicion, showing no intention of ordering the mobilization of the army.

It wasn't until the wolf chieftain's soldiers realized they had been exposed and rushed out shouting that Charlie and the others reacted and showed expressions of surprise.

"Well done, Knight Rhodes! Knights of Flameheart, charge with me!"

Clad in striking crimson knight's armor, Charlie raised his fiery lance high and took the lead.

Beneath him was a Flame-Striped Horse covered in black and red stripes, a magical beast evolved from a hybrid zebra.

With Charles leading his knights, they were the first to charge.

The other knights shouted slogans and followed in his footsteps.

Behind them was an army of serfs, thrown into complete chaos and running blindly forward.

"Alright, at least make sure they charge forward without hesitation."

Rhodes, seeing the chaotic battlefield where the two sides collided and intertwined, had no choice but to spur his horse and follow.

"First battalion, advance in shield and spear formation at the front; second battalion, block from the left; third battalion, throw wooden spears!"

Rhodes rode his horse, leading his cavalry, and followed the shield-wielding infantry in a slow advance.

Although he also joined the battle, he did not choose to lead his knights directly into the enemy ranks like Charles did.

He's okay in one-on-one situations, but forget about group battles. With attacks from all sides, it won't take long for him to be taken down.

As for whether it would be conspicuous, Rhodes raised his hand, and the knights behind him drew their longbows.

The heavy longbow on his back is meant for this very purpose.

Based on his achievement of shooting down the enemy from 400 meters away just now.

The other knights would naturally regard him as a sharpshooter who was not good at close combat.

(End of this chapter)