Summit Farmer

Peter Brown discovered that in just a short time, his subordinates had once again gathered more than twenty thousand people. Now he unexpectedly had an army of over fifty thousand men.

From the information he had learned, he knew that there were still many defeated soldiers ahead. If he could gather them, he could form an army of eighty to ninety thousand. With such a force, he would have the capability to fight a battle.

"Send fast horses to report the situation here to the imperial court, stating that the Northern Army has been defeated, Marshal Joshua West has fallen in battle. At this critical moment, Ten Thousand-man commander Peter Brown, newly appointed by Marshal West, is both resisting and gathering the remaining soldiers. Now he has gathered nearly one hundred thousand defeated soldiers and vows to fight to the death against the Eternal Clan. Go!"

After calling a few defeated soldiers, Peter Brown had someone write down the situation here and sent them on horseback to report.

After dispatching the men, Peter Brown's gaze sharpened, knowing the time had come to collect the power of the rules.

Previously, Peter Brown had many inconveniences here. Now that no one was overseeing him and with such a large number of people in hand, he naturally would not miss this opportunity.

"Kill!"

Peter Brown's army finally encountered a ten-thousand-strong Foreign Tribe Army, which was driving the defeated soldiers towards them.

To Peter Brown's speechlessness, the defeated soldiers were too numerous, scattered like wild grass, while the opponents were only a few.

Thinking about Joshua West's situation, Peter Brown was also speechless. It seemed the force that defeated Marshal West's army wasn't that large, probably just a few thousand men, yet they could rout a whole army.

No wonder the Foreign Tribe Army, knowing he was gathering defeated soldiers at the rear, did not dare to rush in. They likely knew he had defensive fortifications and did not dare to act rashly, which gave him time.

Having understood this, Peter Brown pointed his sword at the enemy and shouted loudly, "Kill them for me!"

With Peter Brown's command, twenty-five thousand Genetic Soldiers quickly formed a formation, following the Consecutive Formation, and the more than twenty thousand gathered soldiers followed closely behind, with over fifty thousand people charging forward.

The result was naturally remarkable. When Peter Brown's troops attacked, the Foreign Tribe Army was routed with just a face-off.

After a great slaughter, the snake-like army rolled up, quickly gathering the scattered troops together.

Looking at those who couldn't even be considered an army, Peter Brown could only shake his head repeatedly. If these troops had been concentrated together, how could the mere one thousand or so have been their match?

"I am Ten Thousand-man commander Henry Perry, I demand to see your commanders."

At this moment, several seemingly commanders were arguing there.

Those people were quickly brought to Peter Brown.

As he cast his eyes on them, Peter Brown discovered that some were indeed at the Ten Thousand-man commander level, even having a noble title, much higher than himself.

With these people present, according to general rules, the one with a higher noble title, belonging to a Deputy General level middle-aged man, would naturally take command of this army.

Just as Peter Brown expected, the Deputy General, with Henry Perry and others around him, came proudly forward.

"Why don't you kneel when you see your superior?" Henry Perry shouted at Peter Brown.

"People, kill all these impersonators!"

Peter Brown would never relinquish power nor did he want to talk with them, so he simply gave the command.

All of Peter Brown's subordinates being Genetic Soldiers naturally showed absolute loyalty to him. Once the order was given, those who hadn't understood the situation were already beheaded.

"Gather all those who followed them."

After thinking for a moment, Peter Brown felt his power was still insufficient, but since he still had some prepared medicine pills, he could make more.

Fortunately, the pills Peter Brown brought occupied little space as they were always carried by his trusted followers. Now, with the pills taken out, each pill could dissolve in a large barrel of water. As long as there was water, each person could take a sip, which was enough.

The amount was thus greatly reduced, and the modification's intensity wasn't too large, but the effect was assuredly present, making them loyal to himself.

Peter Brown didn't care much at this point, as long as the army remained loyal to him.

After this defeat of the Foreign Tribe Army, far too many defeated soldiers were gathered, directly collecting thirty thousand more into his hands.

After these thirty thousand drank the potion and two more hours passed, Peter Brown's army numbered over eighty thousand.

Looking at these Genetic Soldiers, Peter Brown gained more confidence.

Choosing not to continue the attack, Peter Brown instead continued reorganizing the army while gathering still-coming defeated soldiers.

Since routing that ten-thousand-person army, word from various quarters was that the Foreign Tribe Army temporarily ceased attacking here, likely concentrating their forces.

While Peter Brown was developing his own power here, news quickly reached the Capital City from various places.

Soon, news of the defeat of the Northern Army and the rout of the reinforcements came, throwing the entire imperial court into chaos.

The aged Emperor had to appear personally, shocked by the intelligence he received, not expecting the battles' situations to deteriorate so sharply.

Thinking about the collapse of the Northern Army of hundreds of thousands and the hard-to-assemble reinforcements collapsing even before arrival, the Emperor could not sit still.

Ministers stood quietly at this time, their faces also changing dramatically. If the Foreign Tribe Army were allowed to continue, where could the court dispatch armies from?

The Emperor's anger burned; he even had thoughts of killing.

The Northern Army Marshal, punished by death and his entire family executed!

This was the first result of the discussions among everyone.

Immediately, an Imperial Edict was issued, ordering the execution of the entire family of the Northern Army's Household.

Joshua West failed the Holy Will, defeated and perished, entire clan, executed!

Another Imperial Edict was issued.

Instantly, the entire court was dead silent.

At this time, the Emperor picked up a piece of news, his face finally revealing a smile, saying, "Fortunately, there is still a committed General. At this critical moment of survival, a Ten Thousand-man commander has gathered defeated troops, using them bravely to confront the enemy, routing the Vanguard Army of the Foreign Tribe and then defeating an opposing army of ten thousand. Now he has assembled an army of nearly one hundred thousand and is fiercely fighting the Foreign Tribe!"

The minister of war stepped forward, saying, "Your Majesty, we have confirmed through various channels that this information is indeed true."

The Emperor nodded slightly, saying, "I did not expect Peter Brown to have such capabilities, I truly appreciate him. Now the frontline only has his nearly one hundred thousand strong army as our backbone force. Let's discuss what should be done."