I was a lord farming, how did I become an emperor?

Chapter 88 Crush
"Second row, get ready!"

Graystone roared at the top of his lungs, his voice as rough as thunder.

Ten savages simultaneously raised their spears, their muscles tense, their movements uneven.

But that doesn't matter, as long as it's aimed at the camp ahead.

"cast!"

The spears flew out with a whoosh, once again streaking across the sky like a row of meteorites, and crashed heavily into the camp.

"Second row, get ready!"

"Third row! Fourth row!"

The savages advanced in rows, like artillery positions.

In each round of throwing, ten spears flew out with devastating force.

They deliberately aimed their projectiles at areas with many people near the fire; accuracy was completely irrelevant.

A spear may not have the range of a bow and arrow, but its power is several times greater.

Ordinary armor is as fragile as paper in front of it, and it can be pierced with a single blow.

"What happened? Why didn't the sentry post issue a warning?"

Chris stared at the corpses scattered on the ground, his pale face like that of a ghoul.

"I clearly arranged for sentries, damn it, who did this?"

Chris roared angrily, his eyes filled with shock and confusion, his fingers clenched so tightly they trembled.

His deputy, Oren, stammered, equally shocked by the bloody scene!
He wasn't afraid of fighting, but before the two sides even clashed, half of his men had already fallen!
"Is this...is this the army of the Baron of Black Pine Ridge?"

"How is that possible? How could a newly promoted baron have such strength?"

Chris gritted his teeth, almost unable to believe what he was seeing.

"He's just a minor baron, it's impossible..."

Oren didn't respond; such complaints were pointless now.

"What do we do now?" he asked anxiously, his voice trembling.

"Fall back!"

Chris shouted in a disheveled manner, his voice hoarse from the sudden attack!

"Get back into the woods!"

Twelve rounds in total, one hundred and twenty spears crashed into the camp.

Like the Grim Reaper's scythe, it turned the area around the bonfire into a living hell.

The ground was littered with corpses, some pinned to the ground by spears, others still convulsing and howling.

"Forget the wounded, rush into the woods, leave no one alive!"

Rhodes gave the order coldly, his voice so calm it was chilling.

The call to attack was sounded once again, carrying a chilling killing intent.

The soldiers and savages were greatly encouraged, and brandishing their longswords and axes, they pounced on the forest like a pack of hungry wolves.

They didn't know what was wrong with them, but they wanted to follow Rhodes's instructions and cut off all the enemy's heads!
The hunting party then flanked them from both sides, arrows flying in with each step they took!

Gonle was furious; before he could even reach them, the enemy had already routed into the woods!

In the dense forest, cavalry could not charge, and their greatest advantage was gone.

Helpless, Gunle could only abandon his warhorse, grab his battle axe, and charge into the forest to pursue the pursuer!

"Kill!"

His roar shook the leaves, and the remaining four cavalrymen dismounted and charged in!

Durant quickly dismounted and, with his guards, prepared to rush into the woods.

He had only taken two steps when Rod called out to him from behind.
"Don't worry about those small fry."

Rhodes pointed towards the east side of the forest and ordered, "Go around to the side and catch those two knights. Don't let them get away!"

Durant immediately understood Rod's meaning, and quickly turned east with his guards, heading in the designated direction to encircle the enemy.

……

...in the woods.

The defeated soldiers had lost the courage to fight again; fear spread through their hearts like a plague.

The veterans in chainmail were relatively okay; they managed to maintain their formation thanks to Chris's desperate shouts, but they were also filled with unease.

However, the new recruits who had just entered the battlefield had completely lost their sense of direction.

Especially the scene of watching teammates pinned to the ground, blood gushing out.

After all, not everyone is like Rhodes, who has the morale boost of a commander.

"Damn it, why did this happen?!"

Chris cursed loudly, his face filled with incredulous anger.

I, a dignified knight, leading sixty regular soldiers, am now in complete defeat without even discovering who the enemy is!
Chris had never experienced such humiliation before!

In fact, Chris did nothing wrong.

Unfortunately, he underestimated Rhodes and was unaware that Rhodes had trained a hunting team that was extremely skilled in fighting in the jungle and wilderness.

"Hold on! Don't run! Reorganize and follow me to crush them!"

Chris took the lead, wielding his sword to cut down the soldiers who charged at him!
But all of this was to no avail. The army collapsed like a torrent, and in the blink of an eye, he had less than thirty soldiers left.

"My lord, let's retreat! This baron is not as simple as we thought!"

Oren called out urgently, trying to rouse Chris from his anger.

"While our elite troops are still intact, retreating now will minimize our losses!"

Oren continued to persuade him.

In the battle by the campfire just now, most of the dead were new recruits; only six or seven armored veterans fell.

This loss is acceptable, and as for the new recruits, they can be replenished by simply passing through a few villages.

Bringing such a team back wouldn't result in much punishment.

"No! I must teach that baron a lesson!"

As a knight who practices breathing techniques, Chris cannot tolerate such humiliation!

Chris's gaze swept across the battlefield, finally settling on Gunther, who was charging through the woods.

He was burly and wore heavy plate armor as he charged through the crowd, and four or five veterans had already fallen at his hands.

Chris immediately recognized Gunle as a captain.

His eyes were filled with murderous intent as he raised his longsword and charged straight at Gunle!

"Killing him will also make that baron's heart ache!"

Without realizing it, Chris also became convinced that this team belonged to Baron Rhodes.

Or rather, whose woodland could it be if not Baron Rhodes'?
Chris's pride wouldn't allow him to admit it.

"Die!"

Chris roared, and the blade of his longsword slashed through the night sky with a sharp whistling sound!
He could sense that Gunther did not possess any aura of someone who practiced breathing techniques, and Chris had absolute confidence in such an ordinary person.

However, Gunther showed no fear upon seeing him, and swung his axe to meet Chris's longsword head-on!

Chris grinned maliciously.
"court death!"

The moment he swung his longsword down, he already anticipated that Gunther would be repelled by his immense power!
"Ding!"

A loud clang of metal rang out as Chris's longsword was instantly severed by the axe blade!
"what?!"

Chris's smile froze into astonishment, and his body lost its balance due to inertia, staggering forward and falling to the ground!
"Lord Chris!"

The second-in-command, Oren, cried out in alarm and rushed to his aid, his sword pointed directly at Gunle's throat!

Ding!
Another crisp sound!
The moment Oren's longsword clashed with the battle axe, it snapped in two!
"Hehe, how about it? Isn't our lord's cooking amazing!"

Gunle's voice, tinged with laughter, came from inside his helmet.

He was extremely excited to see the knight get humiliated and roared triumphantly:

"You bunch of good-for-nothings dare to run wild on our lord's land?"

"dream!"

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