System: Build My Own Territory

Chapter 1099 - 309: Extraordinary Archery (10 000 Words) (Part 4)


Chapter 1099: Chapter 309: Extraordinary Archery (10,000 Words) (Part 4)

Now, he led the guard peasants to the predetermined negotiation location.

The armored cavalry team unexpectedly charged at him!

As the Guard Captain, Callum fled headlong!

Combining everything in his mind, and then pondering and reasoning it carefully...

Devant felt that he already knew the reason why.

Callum’s retreat is merely due to the instinctive drive to survive.

It must be that Callum knew that even if he reported it in detail in front of him, it would be futile!

Rather than that, it was better to choose to escape for his life!

Even though Callum was the Guard Captain of the Benitez Manor.

Even though he usually treated Callum well...

But in the face of a life or death crisis, these relationships and bonds are indeed too weak.

As for why the Armor Cavalry Commander charged against him...

The only possibility is.

That commander never considered cooperating with his Benitez Manor!

Agreeing to Callum and his cooperation request.

Was merely to lure him out of the manor estate!

Then use the charging advantage of the armored cavalry to annihilate them in the farmland!

Even though, before sending the guard peasants away from the manor estate, he had considered this possibility.

But due to the desire to conquer McKinley Manor.

Due to the ambition to become the only Lord of Boxi Town.

He directly ignored this idea...

Thinking of this, a bitter smile flickered at the corner of Devant’s mouth.

Indeed.

Only being strong enough is the root of everything!

Wishing to rely on the strength of others to satisfy one’s own ambition and desires is simply courting death!

In Devant’s gaze, staring ahead.

A group of cavalry dressed in black-gray standard armor, wearing full iron helmets, holding long spears, charged out of the darkness.

The strangely shaped spearhead, under the glow of torches, glimmered with chilling reflections.

Before Devant could draw the longsword from his waist, he was engulfed in the charge of the armored cavalry.

The full-speed charge of the armored cavalry was like a torrential flood crashing into the fragile dam.

In just an instant, scattered and shattered the guards and peasants unsure of how to defend.

At the rear of the battlefield, Wesley remained mounted on his horse.

Using the height of the horse, Wesley’s sharp eyes scanned back and forth, observing the entire battlefield!

The armored cavalry frantically swung the winged spears in their hands.

Each swing, each thrust, accompanied by cries of agony and anguish.

Then, as the armored soldiers withdrew the winged spears from their hands, blood sprayed and splattered from the bodies of the guard peasants.

Despite Devant’s assembly, the farmland had four thousand five hundred guard peasants.

But under Earlie’s leadership, under the protection of standard armor, against the advantage of the five-meter winged spear in sharpness and length.

The resistance of the guards and peasants seemed so trivial.

Even with a marked number difference.

But the victory of a war is not just based on greater numbers to ensure success!

The fine quality of weaponry and armor, soldiers’ physical condition and morale, and adaptable tactics, etc.

Currently.

The guards and peasants of the Benitez Manor seem to be facing a massacre!

Piece after piece of guard peasants fell like barley harvested by farmers in the farmland.

Amidst the cries of agony, one after another, they perished.

Where the armored cavalry passed, layers of corpses paved the ground...

The blood flowing out from each corpse, soaking through the dry soil.

Gathering in the ravines, forming streams of blood flow.

Witnessing such scenes, Wesley’s expression was stern.

He did not immediately speak to halt the killing by the armored cavalry.

The guards and peasants of the Benitez Manor still resisted, with hope in their hearts.

Hoping to rely on their numerical advantage to win this battle.

Then...

Let Earlie lead the armored cavalry to kill until they dare not resist.

As the commander appointed by Lord Master Lynn.

Wesley naturally knew that guards and peasants symbolized labor force!

The more labor brought back for Lord Master Lynn, the more accumulating labor force.

The development speed of Lord Master Lynn’s territory would be faster!

But.

This is only if he can bring these labor forces back for Lord Master Lynn.

If they are not killed into trembling fear, if they don’t dread.

It’s easy to have unrest or rebellion on the way of transporting them back to Morgan Town.

In that case.

Let Earlie lead the armored cavalry to slaughter openly!

At the same time, it can temper this batch of armored cavalry’s will.

One must realize.

Awaiting the arrival of death and ending someone’s life both require exceptionally strong psychological resilience!

...

On the other side under the night.

Callum, mounted on a horse, constantly urged the horse forward.

Drives~ Drives~ Drives~

The urgent sounds of driving the horse echoed continuously from Callum’s mouth.

The sounds of the armored cavalry charge, the anguished cries of the guard peasants in the dark behind him.

Naturally all entered Callum’s ears.

But were directly ignored by Callum.

Self-talk words continuously came from Callum’s mouth.

"What bullshit Guard Captain."

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