Can only watch helplessly as the guards and peasants are pierced through the body by a long spear and die.
At this mont.
Walter felt an unprecedented despair!
Five hundred guards, more than fifteen hundred peasants.
In front of these steel-armored soldiers holding long spears, they were as fragile as lambs.
Until this mont.
Walter finally realized the formidable military strength of Lynn, the Lord of Morgan Town!
For Connelly Manor, it’s simply a crushing defeat.
Even leaving them with no capability to counterattack.
A hundred ters behind the heavy and light infantry teams.
Wesley rode on horseback, gazing into the battlefield ahead.
On his face, there was a hint of surprise, and he asked Bader beside him.
"Is he the Guard Captain ’Walter Rick’ that you ntioned?"
Bader, who had been watching the battlefield, quickly withdrew his gaze and looked in the direction Wesley was viewing.
Seeing Walter nearly besieged by armored soldiers, Bader responded.
"Yes, my lord, he is Walter!"
Wesley nodded.
After the covering of an arrow rain, he was able to organize a defense formation.
Moreover, he could resist the attack of three hundred heavy infantry, along with light infantry and eight hundred Pan Rock Iron Guard...
In Wesley’s view, achieving such a feat indeed showed impressive leadership and managent ability.
Wesley’s gaze shifted to a soldier beside him, and he said.
"Tell Commander Tyrone, capture Walter, the Guard Captain alive, bring him back to the Manor Castle, and let the master decide his fate!"
Wesley naturally knew that Lynn was in need of talented people with abilities.
If Walter’s abilities could be leveraged, that would be ideal.
Following Wesley’s orders, the ssage was relayed without hesitation.
With a reply, the soldier rode his horse toward the battlefield ahead.
From Bader and Ery’s mouths, after learning the detailed information of Connelly Manor.
Wesley understood.
This expedition was a crushing war!
Even according to the master’s instructions.
Dividing the three thousand eight hundred soldiers into two brigades to attack Connelly Manor and Louis Manor was equally effective!
How could a manor lord of a scarce and frontier town withstand the attack of thousands of armored soldiers?
His side consisted of five hundred archers, coordinating with three hundred heavy infantry and eight hundred Pan Rock Iron Guard.
They could rely on the archers for long-range attacks and on heavy infantry for defense, pushing forward directly.
While on Rose’s side, there were five hundred heavy cavalry and eleven hundred light cavalry, coupled with infantry.
Such powerful mobility and flexibility.
Wesley felt.
Perhaps the Louis Manor Lord hadn’t yet reacted.
Rose had already led the cavalry into the manor residence.
From Tyrone’s lead over heavy infantry past barriers, tearing through the defense line led by Walter with guards and peasants.
The defense lines of Connelly Manor started crumbling.
Until finally.
The remaining majority of the guards and peasants were directly surrounded by heavy cavalry and Pan Rock Iron Guard in front of the manor residence’s open space.
Wesley’s gaze again shifted to another soldier, issuing an order.
"Inform everyone in the manor, those who surrender may live!"
The ssenger soldier responded without hesitation and drove his horse to the battlefield ahead.
Shouts echoed from the ssenger soldier’s mouth.
"Command from Wesley, those who surrender may live!"
"Surrenderers may live!"
"..."
Compared to the screams of slaughter on the battlefield, the ssenger’s voice was not loud.
Yet it clearly reached the ears of every soldier in Connelly Manor.
The guards and peasants looked at each other, not knowing what to do for a mont.
Likewise.
The shouts from the ssenger reached Walter’s ears.
His expression grave, he looked at the distant horse-riding soldiers, then followed the direction they were coming from to gaze out a hundred ters away.
There.
A young man in armor held the reins, riding on a warhorse.
Beside him were dozens of armored soldiers guarding him.
Walter naturally knew.
It was that young man who gave the command ’surrender, and you may live’!
He withdrew his gaze.
Walter looked at the tense and fearful guards and peasants.
He spoke, "Everyone, you have done your best. If you wish to survive, quickly surrender."
Listening to Walter’s words, a relieved expression appeared on the faces of the guards and peasants.
Almost without any hesitation.
Groups of guards and peasants dropped their weapons and iron farm tools, which had long been wet with sweat.
Voices pleading for rcy continuously erged from their mouths.
"Don’t kill , I have already put down my weapon."
"You yourselves said surrenderers can live!"
"I surrender, I surrender, I want to live, I will do anything just to survive..."
"..."
Commander Tyrone, holding a longsword, watched the guards and peasants’ actions, and imdiately called to halt for the Pan Rock Iron Guard on the sides.
"Stop, everyone stop!"
The Pan Rock Iron Guard and heavy infantry halted their advancing steps.
However.
The heavy infantry still held the five-ter winged spear sharply toward the front.
More and more guards and peasants put down their weapons, and a series of tallic thuds echoed as they fell to the ground.
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