Summit Farmer

Is this my subordinate?

Not only Marshal Joshua West, but also some aware generals felt a sense of disbelief. Is this still the thousand-man army of Peter Brown, whom everyone thought had little combat strength?

As they looked around, everyone felt a chill. They realized that the army led by Peter was completely different from ordinary armies. The entire army resembled a bloodthirsty war beast, each person emanating a powerful killing intent.

Some timid people were startled just by meeting the soldiers' eyes, which were filled with intense battle intent.

Seeing Joshua West still silent, Peter knew the battlefield situation was not good. He said to Marshal West, "Our Army is in a hard battle, Marshal. I'll lead the troops to rescue them!"

After speaking, Peter commanded his subordinates in a deep voice, "Follow me to kill!"

"Kill!"

Over a thousand people shouted in unison.

It's puzzling that they were always a thousand-man army, yet after this round of fierce fighting, only a few were injured. Still, it didn't hinder their combat.

The surging iron flow again headed towards the core area.

"Follow up, kill for me!"

After momentarily stunned, Marshal Joshua West also came to his senses. When he saw Peter's direction of attack, he immediately understood Peter's intention—to rescue as many generals and soldiers as possible!

With no other routes available, following such an army seemed the only road to survival, leaving West with no choice.

Under West's command, the thousands of people by his side also closely followed Peter and his forces.

Now the thousand-man army under Peter's command truly became the vanguard, invincible, with no one able to stop them as they plunged into the enemy's encirclement, continuously tearing open gaps.

Those generals and soldiers entrapped and considering death inevitable suddenly saw an allied army rush in.

Overjoyed, everyone followed closely behind Peter and his forces.

Thus, Peter's army kept using formations to slaughter the Foreign Tribe's forces, with more generals and soldiers following them, making the power of slaughter even more formidable.

Peter's Divine Sense was continuously sweeping over, and whenever he discovered his own men in fierce battle, he ordered the troops to charge and rescue them.

After several assaults, finding no one else to save, Peter thought for a moment and started slashing northward.

The rolling army advanced, leaving swathes of Foreign Tribe soldiers fallen along the way.

On the distant mountain, the Foreign Tribe's marshal watched Peter charging back and forth on the battlefield, his face filled with fear, never expecting such a powerful army.

Yet all his attempts failed to stop Peter and his forces.

Watching Peter and his army break free from what he believed was a Slaughter Array battlefield, his heart was full of bitterness.

It's over!

He initially thought he could eliminate these reinforcements. However, unexpectedly, the whole encirclement got broken just because of that thousand-man army, making the entire ambush plan a failure.

Although the outcome of this encirclement was pleasing, successfully eliminating 50,000 enemy troops and leaving them with fewer than 4,000 combat-capable soldiers, ultimately, he did not fully achieve his intention. If such an army reached the Northern Region, a different situation would unfold.

"Retreat!"

Bitterly smiling, the Foreign Tribe's marshal gave the retreat order.

Marshal Joshua West was in a continuous state of shock. He never imagined Peter could turn a trash army into such an impressive force.

Recalling how some frontline military family forces suggested making things difficult for Peter, he shook his head. The biggest winner of this battle was likely Peter. He led assaults and saved so many people, benefiting every Family. Considering the rescued troops included many Capital City nobility and local military family youngsters, without Peter's rescue, those people would likely be dead by now.

"The enemy retreated!"

At this moment, someone shouted loudly.

Upon hearing the shout, even more people noticed the situation.

They retreated!

Everyone felt a sense of disbelief.

But Marshal West understood. The enemy summoned so many troops to ambush them, likely drawn from the frontline. They couldn't linger long here, and with Peter's army present, engaging again would bring heavy losses, something they wished to avoid.

Silence fell over the area, with everyone sitting down, overwhelmed by the profound relief of surviving a life-and-death situation, grateful for their survival.

Looking at Peter and his army, West noticed some reduction in their numbers but saw over eight hundred soldiers still quietly standing behind Peter.

At that moment, Peter appeared so grand, and West felt the powerful killing intent emanating from him.

What an awesome young man!

Everyone had misjudged him!

Marshal West was deeply moved, realizing everyone was wrong. This was not a dandy youngster from King's City, but truly a Son of Heaven, a Qilin Child of the Windsor Family!

By this point, West's attitude towards Peter had greatly changed, no longer daring to regard this young man as just a minor centurion.

"Assemble!"

West shouted deeply.

Soon, all surviving generals gathered in the tent.

This temporary tent was filled with generals above the centurion line, all standing there silently.

Marshal Joshua West looked at Peter, expression filled with warmth, and announced, "In the name of the Marshal, I now appoint Centurion Peter Brown to replace Edmund Ironwood, promoting him to Ten Thousand-man commander. Do you all comply?"

Everyone's eyes gazed at Peter with gratitude, knowing without him, the battle would have been lost, unsure if they would have survived, likely becoming Foreign Tribe prisoners if alive. Being able to stand here was all thanks to Peter's rescue.

Instantly, everyone voiced in unison, "We have no objections, it should be so."

Peter appeared very calm; for him, promotion was indeed good news, doubling his collecting rules, which was a good thing.