Summit Farmer

When the Emperor uttered these words, the ministers fell silent. Everyone clearly understood the current situation; there was absolutely no army in the Northern Region capable of fighting a battle. If there was any, it would be Peter Brown's army that everyone still couldn't comprehend, but it had to be used.

"Your Majesty, with the defeat of the Northern Army Corps, the situation has become extremely delicate across various fronts. It's very challenging to draw troops from different regions to the north. The best course is local recruitment."

"Your Majesty, a seasoned Marshal must be dispatched; the situation in the north must not be further disrupted."

The ministers were deeply concerned about the situation in the north.

The Emperor was clearly unwell. Even while sitting, he leaned at an angle on the chair, his eyes half-closed, appearing as if in a daze.

After a while, the Emperor inquired, "Who is willing to go?"

Thinking of the massacre of Joshua West's entire clan and considering the chaos in the north, as no one knew the situation of Peter Brown's army of One Hundred Thousand, everyone fell silent. Who would risk it under such circumstances?

Because no one was willing to take the risk, a minister said, "Your Majesty, Peter Brown can gather an Army of One Hundred Thousand in such conditions. He is merely a Ten Thousand-man commander, which is enough to demonstrate his capabilities. I believe he can be responsible for the northern warfare."

Ah!

No one expected a minister to propose such a thing; everyone was shocked.

If this were true, wouldn't that kid named Peter Brown rise to prominence overnight?

However, when thinking again about the northern battlefield, everyone felt relieved. Surviving under such conditions was extremely difficult. Though promoted, it didn't necessarily mean one could live to enjoy it.

After understanding this, the ministers one by one supported the proposal.

The minister of war also stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, I think this proposal is feasible and cannot be avoided; in the Northern Region, the greatest power is Peter Brown's Army of One Hundred Thousand."

In the midst of discussing, a voice came through.

"Victory report!"

Everyone's gaze focused on the entrance.

A general hurriedly entered, then bowed down on the Earthly Dao: "The north relays Peter Brown's victory report. In the battle of Desolate Heaven, Peter Brown defeated the arriving Fifty Thousand Northern Army, rescued over Thirty Thousand of our prisoners, and is building fortifications to fight the Foreign Tribe Army."

Another victory!

Everyone looked in surprise at the general.

"Is the situation true?" The Emperor asked.

"This information has been corroborated by our spies, it is factual."

To know the imperial court never listens to just one side regarding military situations, they often send people in secret to monitor, reporting immediately any developments, especially concerning military achievements, promptly returned.

Upon hearing this, the Emperor rarely chuckled, "Peter is indeed a talent, achieving such outcomes in adversity, good!"

"So, Peter Brown's army has exceeded One Hundred Thousand, and there may be a possibility of fighting the Foreign Tribe?"

"No, this time about Two Hundred Thousand Foreign Troops have arrived; Peter Brown has only One Hundred Thousand, still insufficient. Your Majesty, the Eastern Legion should still be dispatched."

After another round of discussion, the Emperor said, "The north cannot be lost. Now that Peter Brown can stand in battle there, we cannot let him lose heart. Issue an imperial decree, confer the title of Baron on Peter Brown, appoint him Marshal of the Northern Army, reorganize the Northern Army, and locally recruit for battle."

Ah!

The ministers looked at the Emperor in shock; this reward was rather substantial; with this, Peter Brown's status would rise rapidly.

However, everyone clearly understood the north needed Peter Brown; it was an unavoidable situation.

Another person of noble rank emerged!

The military officials understood that with this reward granted, Peter Brown effectively became part of a noble family; there weren't many generals with knighthood titles, and Peter Brown having such a title opens the advancement path for him. As long as his military merits continue to grow, the noble title would upgrade quickly.

Fortune seems to favor him!

Although everyone envied him, they were also observant, knowing the north is now perilous. The likelihood of Peter Brown defeating the Foreign Tribe with a mere ten-twenty thousand troops was extremely low.

After a while, the Emperor asked, "Can the Eastern Legion be mobilized?"

"Your Majesty, the east borders the sea; as long as defenses are strengthened, it should be fine."

"Then well, issue an imperial decree, send the Eastern Legion north to engage in battle."

After saying this, the Emperor was visibly weary, waving his hand, "Dismiss the court."

The ministers glanced at the Emperor, each with deep worry. It was apparent that Your Majesty was soon unwell; in these chaotic times of the Imperial Dynasty, losing this wise and martial Emperor, the future direction of the situation was unknown—perhaps, the invasion by northern Foreign Tribe People was mainly because they saw your Majesty wouldn't live long!

Some senior ministers gathered in a chamber, sitting silently for a while before an elder minister spoke: "I'm concerned that aside from the north, the west and Southland will also see disorder!"

Once he said this, everyone started discussing.

"Various fronts have been inactive, just deploying troops at our frontiers; they're all afraid of our power. Now that the north suddenly crumbled, our weakness is exposed. Seeing we're not as strong, their attacks on us will begin soon, alas!"

The ministers were filled with deeper concern at this time.

"The Eastern Legion could be said as the one army we can mobilize. But after deploying it, whether it can make achievements in the north is crucial. If defeated again, who knows what will happen next."

"Everyone, now the north can actually rely on Peter Brown's army. Hopefully, he can hold on for a certain time."

"Humph, Peter Brown is just a newcomer; everyone knows his background, a hedonistic member of the Windsor Family. Just came by some luck, gathering a One Hundred Thousand here at this time. To truly rely on him? Ridiculous."

"Indeed, talking about more than a hundred thousand troops; who knows if it's true? Even if there really are more than a hundred thousand troops, relying on that defeated army to achieve anything? Everyone not wanting to go to the frontline pushed him forward, don't have high expectations, let's focus on the Eastern Legion instead."

At this time, everyone nodded understandingly, clearly recognized the idea of letting Peter Brown take the lead was clear, naturally wouldn't have substantial hopes placed on him.