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1200 city guards, 600 Eleguroa heavy armor shieldmen, and nearly 300 Grik cavalrymen, like an iron torrent, followed Link's footsteps and set off in a mighty procession.

Behind him, more than four hundred citizens of Winterfell looked at Link and his Winterfell warriors as they walked away, exchanging bewildered glances, and the atmosphere fell silent for a moment.

After a long silence, a strong, muscular adult man with bloodshot eyes roared, "Our lord has only two thousand soldiers, while Schumpeter has nearly three thousand! Our lord needs us! Brothers, are we going to be cowards who cling to life?"

"No!!" More than four hundred people roared in unison, their voices shaking the very air.

"Then follow me! Keep up with the lord's footsteps! Gods above, for my son, and for your loved ones, so that you may all live with dignity like human beings from now on, even if there are mountains of knives and seas of fire ahead, I will never back down a single step!"

The man roared, gripping the scythe tightly in both hands, his gaze resolute as he chased after Link in the direction he had gone.

His words were like a fire, instantly igniting the passion of everyone behind him.

Then came the second, the third... more and more people were inspired by his courage and determination.

In the end, not one of the more than four hundred people backed down; they all resolutely followed.

Link's actions gave these people boundless courage and strength.

If even the lord is charging ahead, what reason do they have to back down?

At this critical moment of life and death, they must fight alongside their lord to protect their homeland and, more importantly, to safeguard their hard-won dignity!

......

On a vast plain five miles from Winterfell, Link, leading his well-prepared warriors, finally encountered Schumpeter's Iron Hammer army head-on.

Looking at the army formation already lined up behind Link, Schumpeter's smile instantly froze.

Although the enemy outnumbered our forces, it was clear to anyone with eyes that more than half of them were well-trained and well-equipped elite troops.

Look at that heavily armored shield-bearing legion, clad in thick armor and wielding gleaming greatswords, they resemble a mobile steel fortress, exuding a chilling aura.

Especially the cavalry force of three hundred men, with their strong and powerful warhorses neighing and their riders being agile and sharp-eyed, exuded an awe-inspiring presence.

In this era of scarce resources, it was no easy feat to raise such a cavalry force on one's own!

However, things had already come to this point, and the die was cast; Schumpeter naturally would not show weakness or back down when the two armies were facing off.

He spurred his horse, slowly pushing it out of the army formation, and shouted with utter contempt, "Oh, so this is your army? If you know what's good for you, crawl to my knees and beg for mercy right now. Out of consideration for our shared nobility, I might grant you a more dignified death, hahahaha!"

"Schumpeter." Link urged his horse forward, stopping steadily at the highest point on the battlefield, looking down at his opponent.

Even as the enemy forces stretched endlessly before him like a tidal wave, his expression remained calm and undisturbed.

"Schumpeter, making an enemy of me will be the most foolish mistake you ever make."

Upon hearing this, Schumpeter burst into maniacal laughter, his eyes filled with contempt, and continued spewing insults: "Look at your army! Standing at the very front are three women. Do you think you're going to rely on these three women to protect you? Don't worry, I won't take your life so soon. After I crush your army, I'll make sure you witness firsthand how your painstakingly built Winterfell crumbles before your very eyes! Then, I'll torture these three women to death right in front of you! Hahahaha!"

Upon hearing this, Agnes, Fiora, and Lina's faces instantly darkened, their eyes burning with rage.

It has to be said that Schumpeter really managed to provoke the three people he should have offended the most.

Link stopped arguing with Schumpeter, sat firmly on his warhorse, raised the Ice Wolf banner high, and then swung it forward, pointing it directly at Iron Hammer's army. His voice boomed like thunder: "Warriors, charge with me! Let them know who the true masters of this land are!"

A cavalry legion of three hundred Gryrk cavalrymen slowly propelled their horses forward, like a winding dragon, moving forward from both sides of Link.

The sound of hooves gradually increased in speed, and although there were only three hundred riders, the uniform and powerful sound of their iron hooves striking the ground was like a thousand troops galloping in, making the earth tremble slightly.

"Come on!"

Lina and the others, following closely behind, also raised their weapons without hesitation, their eyes firm and resolute, and followed behind the Grek cavalry, charging towards the Iron Hammer's army like tigers descending a mountain.

Further on, the heavily armored shield bearers and more than a thousand city guards surged forward like a raging tide, shouting as they went.

In an instant, the earth rumbled, as if roaring in anticipation of the impending battle.

The three hundred Grek cavalrymen in front automatically formed the sharpest arrow formation, like an arrow released from a bow, charging swiftly towards Schumpeter's location with overwhelming force!

Schumpeter trembled with fear at the sight of the Grik cavalry surging forward like a black tide.

He quickly spurred his horse back into the ranks, shouting at the top of his lungs, "Stop them! Anyone who contributes to this war will be richly rewarded by the lord upon our return—ten gold coins each!"

Under the reward, there must be a brave man.

When the warriors of Hammerhead heard Schumpeter's promise of a generous reward of ten gold coins, even those who were initially fearful temporarily cast their fears aside.

They gripped their weapons tightly, constantly encouraging themselves.

What are you afraid of!

They have about three thousand men; with sheer numbers, we could overwhelm them and kill them!

The Iron Hammer warriors, their eyes bloodshot with lure of the huge gold coin reward, roared and charged forward like mad dogs, attempting to tear the Grik cavalry off their horses.

However, when the steel torrent of Grik cavalry clashed violently with the Ironhammer Territory's army, the Ironhammer Territory warriors realized how naive and childish their previous ideas had been.

The Grek cavalry charged forward at full speed, and in the instant the two sides clashed, the first few rows of Iron Hammer Leader warriors were swept away like autumn leaves in the wind!

The momentum of a cavalry charge is not something that lightly armored infantry can easily withstand!

This devastating charge, launched by three hundred Grek cavalrymen, was like a tiger among sheep as soon as they clashed, instantly killing nearly four hundred Ironhammer warriors and shattering their carefully laid-out formation!

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67.Victory

Immediately afterwards, the entire Grek cavalry, like an incomparably sharp black sword, pierced fiercely into the oncoming Iron Hammer leadership formation!

The Grek cavalry charged through the enemy lines with abandon, blood and flesh flying everywhere, screams and wails mingling together, echoing through the sky.

This was a complete one-sided crushing defeat.

The Grik cavalry charged rampaging through the Iron Hammer's ranks, like a flesh and blood millstone covered with countless sharp serrations, slowly turning and mercilessly tearing and crushing their opponents.

Following closely behind, heavily armored shield bearers and city guards arrived like a tidal wave. Without hesitation, they charged into the disrupted enemy formation and began a merciless slaughter.

Most of the soldiers in the army were militiamen forcibly conscripted by Schumpeter. They were just ordinary people in their daily lives, so how could they be a match for the well-trained and well-equipped heavy armored shield soldiers?

Almost immediately, the militia were routed and defeated.

Agnes, Lina, and Fiona, like tigers emerging from the mountains, went straight for the elite personal guards of the Iron Hammer Territory.

Faced with the three men's fierce offensive and overwhelming slaughter, these Schumpeter's personal guards were completely powerless to fight back and could only watch helplessly as they were mercilessly killed.

Watching his meticulously arranged army crumble at a visible speed, with his soldiers falling one after another into pools of blood, Schumpeter was so frightened that his legs went weak and he almost fell off his horse.

This is hardly an evenly matched battle!

The cavalrymen, like tigers descending a mountain, easily pierced through the enemy formation. Then, the heavily armored shield bearers swept in like a surging tide, mercilessly reaping the lives of the Iron Hammer soldiers.

That heavy armor, like an indestructible giant shield, protected the city guards around him completely.

The two worked together seamlessly, and the soldiers he brought were completely powerless to resist, left to be slaughtered at their mercy.

Meanwhile, his elite personal guards were being frantically slaughtered by the three women, with no chance to fight back.

terrible!

It's terrible!

Especially that woman dressed entirely in red, wielding a giant axe, each strike resulted in the immediate and gruesome deaths of a large number of her soldiers!

This was a one-sided massacre!

The strong, pungent stench of blood permeated the battlefield.

Finally, after the Grek cavalry charged three times, tearing the Iron Hammer Territory's formation to shreds time and time again, the remaining Iron Hammer Territory soldiers completely collapsed.

They cried out for their parents, threw down their weapons, and scattered like headless flies.

The Winter City army launched an almost one-sided encirclement and slaughter, completely crushing their will to fight.

However, how could these men who fled on foot compare to the lightning speed of the Gryrk cavalry?

Under Link's command, whether the enemy put up a stubborn resistance or fled desperately, they were all torn apart like beasts by the Grik cavalry, leaving no trace of trouble.

These enemies will all become Bika Points in the Link System!

In the end, on this gruesome battlefield littered with blood and gore, the Iron Hammer faction was completely wiped out, with only Schumpeter remaining, captured alive.

"I was wrong, I was really wrong! Please forgive me, I'm willing to offer you all my wealth!"

Schumpeter was terrified and fell to his knees with a thud, tears streaming down his face. He had completely lost the arrogance he had displayed when he was trash-talking, and kept kowtowing to Link, begging for mercy.

Link dismounted, raised the Kalia sword in his hand, placed it against Schumpeter's neck, and said in a calm tone, "Kill you, and your wealth will naturally belong to me as well."

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A flash of light, a splatter of blood, and Schumpeter's head fell to the ground. The heart-wrenching screams ceased abruptly.

Winterhold, a resounding victory!

When the civilians of Winterfell, who had mustered their courage and were armed, rushed to the battlefield, what they saw was a horrifying scene that they could never believe in their lives.

Link, wielding his knight's sword, swiftly and decisively severed Schumpeter's head with a flash of light.

Behind him stood a knightly order clad in iron armor, a mighty torrent of steel. The battlefield was littered with corpses, a scene of carnage where blood and pieces of flesh intertwined.

"My God! Am I seeing things? The one who was killed by the lord was actually Schumpeter, the lord of Ironhammer Territory?" A citizen stared wide-eyed, his face full of astonishment.

"What about the Iron Hammer Army? Where did they all go?" another person asked, looking suspicious.

“Look at the ground! Aren’t those corpses the soldiers of the Iron Hammer Territory? It seems that the Iron Hammer Territory’s army has been completely wiped out.” Another person pointed at the corpses on the ground and said in a trembling voice.

Countless questions surged like a tide in the hearts of these winter-struck city dwellers.

The war ended far too quickly; by the time the citizens of Winterhold arrived at the battlefield, the smoke of war had already dissipated.

Although the ending was as unreal as a dream, all the citizens of Winterhold on the battlefield couldn't help but burst into tears of joy.

They came prepared to die, but now the wonderful feeling of surviving this ordeal fills them with relief and excitement.

"Lord Link, what should we do next?"

Lina, Agnes, and Fiora quickly approached Link and asked solemnly.

Link gently shook the blood off his sword and nimbly mounted his horse.

Feeling the many gazes gathering around him, he slowly said, "Next, follow me to Iron Hammer Territory to reap the fruits of our victory!"

In this battle, Hammerhead sent out almost its entire force, and all its soldiers died on the battlefield. Lord Schumpeter was even beheaded by Link himself.

Ironhammer Territory is now a no-man's-land.

For Link, who urgently needed to expand his territory and was eager to develop, Hammer Territory was undoubtedly the sweetest cake, and he naturally had no reason to let it go.

Link slowly urged his warhorse forward, steadily advancing towards Ironhammer Territory.

The direwolf banner of Winterfell was raised high in Lina's hands, fluttering in the wind like a giant wolf that had been sleeping for a long time and was now finally awakening and baring its fangs.

......

When Link led his army onto the territory of Ironhammer Territory, the people of Ironhammer Territory were instantly thrown into extreme panic.

Some timid people were so frightened that they wet their pants on the spot.

"Where did this army come from? Why did they suddenly invade our Iron Hammer Territory?" a resident asked in terror.

"My God! Look! That...that's Lord Schumpeter's head! Lord Schumpeter has been murdered!" Another resident pointed into the distance, his voice trembling so much it almost changed.

The severed head of Schumpeter, cut off by Link, was now hanging on a long spear, held high by a Grik cavalryman to intimidate the surrounding area.

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68. Start the lottery.

Lord Schumpeter, the cruel and greedy lord who caused so much suffering to the inhabitants of Hammerfield, was actually killed!

As Link's army advanced deeper into the territory, the news spread like wildfire throughout Ironhammer Territory.

To Link's surprise, after their initial shock at Schumpeter's death, the people of Hammerlands quickly showed joy.

Clearly, Schumpeter had long lost the support of the people in his own territory.

The people of Ironhammer Territory were genuinely delighted by his death.

Link led his army, slowly advancing through Ironhammer Territory.

Wherever he went, all the commoners of the Iron Hammer Territory prostrated themselves on the ground in piety, not daring to even raise their heads.