Summit Farmer

Joshua West gathered the army, looking at the state of the defeated troops, and he felt like crying without tears. He really didn't expect the situation to be like this.

He brought an army of one hundred thousand, but after this battle, the entire army was scattered, and six ten thousand-man commanders were dead. If it weren't for Peter Brown's army, everyone would probably have died.

In the temporary tent, there was a deathly silence!

After a while, a general finally said, "Marshal, no matter what, we still have nearly thirty thousand men now. If such an army goes to support, it can still offset the blame with merit."

"Yes, that's right."

Everyone agreed. To them, defeat was not terrible; what was terrible was not having a meritorious service to offset the blame. Now, the most important thing for everyone is to achieve a major victory.

Joshua West let out a sigh, but his gaze turned to Peter Brown. He understood in his heart that if they wanted to achieve merit, they could only rely on Peter Brown's one thousand subordinates. Without Peter's men, he couldn't do anything no matter what he wanted to do.

As he looked at Peter Brown, the other generals also turned their eyes to Peter Brown.

At this moment, a ten thousand-man commander stepped forward and said, "Marshal, our army is in a complete defeat, and what we need are forces willing to work hard. Subordinate's opinion is that Peter Brown's one thousand men have all experienced bloodbaths. They are the backbone in the military. The best way is to quickly form combat power with our thirty thousand troops, so the best solution is to distribute his one thousand men into each army."

Ah!

Everyone understood upon hearing this. They had their eyes on Peter Brown's soldiers.

Outright robbery!

Although everyone knew this was brazenly robbing Peter Brown's men, thinking about how their subordinates couldn't form fighting power, they couldn't care less about this matter.

One by one, they stepped forward to demand promotions for Peter Brown's soldiers, letting them take positions in various armies.

Peter Brown looked at everyone coldly and snorted inwardly; did they think they would fight for them after taking his men?

Marshal Joshua West also turned his gaze to Peter Brown.

"Peter Brown, what do you think?"

"Marshal, if your carefully trained subordinates were to be divided like this, what would you do?" Peter Brown retorted.

This!

There was an embarrassed look on Joshua West's face. Such a thing is unacceptable in the military. Who would want to become like this? Besides, Peter Brown just saved everyone; doing this would be quite absurd.

"Peter Brown, the situation is different, you know. Now that our hundred thousand troops have turned out like this, how will we manage if our army doesn't quickly form fighting power?" Someone stood out and said loudly.

"Indeed, even though everyone is at the ten thousand-man commander level, which commander has ten thousand men?"

"Exactly, the overall situation takes precedence over individual interests."

One after another, people stood out, speaking with righteous indignation.

There was a determined look on Joshua West's face as he looked at Peter Brown and said, "Peter Brown, everyone has stated the situation, and it is indeed like this. Keep a hundred of your men as the backbone, and distribute the rest into the various armies to help our troops quickly form fighting power. We don't have that many soldiers now. You can handpick three thousand men as your subordinates. This is a military order!"

To prevent Peter Brown from disagreeing, he reinforced it as a military order.

Peter Brown first glanced at Joshua West's face, then turned around to look at the people behind him before finally saying, "I wonder what task our army has been assigned?"

Marshal Joshua West was also a bit embarrassed and hesitated before saying, "You are a new force and need to be organized. So, how about you lead three thousand men as the rear guard."

"Yes."

Peter Brown strode away.

Distributing his people into each army!

He snorted. Originally, Peter Brown was also thinking about helping Joshua West a bit, but now he had completely abandoned that idea. The army's defeat didn't concern him at all; were his genetic warriors so easy to use?

Back in the barracks, Peter Brown gathered the remaining nine hundred or so genetic soldiers and instructed them to watch over their army and bring them back, not to worry about the officers and such. If they died, so be it.

After doing this, Peter Brown went to select three thousand people again, and after gathering them, he pondered for a while before leading them to the rear guard position.

Joshua West also knew he was wronging Peter Brown, so he gave them a separate ground, keeping their troops a certain distance from the central army, a place with little danger.

Peter Brown had long known his army would expand, so he brought quite a few things with him when he came. He first gathered the troops, then emitted a fragrance, and after seeing each person fall one by one, Peter Brown commanded the one hundred genetic soldiers to administer injections to these people.

After the genetic potion injection was completed, Peter Brown once again had three thousand genetic soldiers.

Joshua West and the others had already headed out to support, and Peter Brown's army could rest for a day to reorganize.

Peter Brown certainly didn't care about everyone's thoughts; he had another task, which was to gather the scattered soldiers.

A day later, standing before Peter Brown was his army of three thousand one hundred men. After reorganizing, Peter Brown collected another thousand or so men from various places. He didn't transform them immediately but temporarily incorporated them into the genetic army, having the genetic soldiers lead them. In this way, he had also strengthened his forces somewhat.

After the troops set out, Peter Brown had the initial hundred men train the entire army. As they advanced, the training continued.

Peter Brown had already formed a set of rules for training his army, and naturally, his troops quickly formed combat power.

Suddenly, someone arrived on horseback from the front.

"What's the matter?"

Seeing the panicked appearance, Peter Brown shouted in a deep voice.

"Report, our Northern Group Army has suffered a great defeat, and the entire army is retreating towards our direction in disarray. The Marshal orders us to quickly build defensive fortifications and instructs your unit to find advantageous terrain to construct fortifications here."

"Ah!"

Peter Brown was also surprised; he didn't expect the Northern Group Army to be defeated so quickly. If that's the case, the entire northern situation had become chaotic, and such an aid force could not serve any purpose.

How should they fight the next step?

Peter Brown unfolded the map and began studying it carefully.

Building fortifications was naturally something that needed to be done. Peter Brown didn't know how many troops the foreign tribes had dispatched.