Summit Farmer

Just as Peter Brown was battling against the foreign army of two million troops, the army besieging the Eastern Legion also launched their final attack.

In fact, the foreign army could have already crushed the Eastern Legion, given their overwhelming power. However, they hoped to use the Eastern Legion to lure more reinforcements. After seeing Peter Brown's army of a million troops arrive, they knew the Eastern Legion had lost its purpose. Therefore, to prevent any changes from Peter Brown's army joining with the Eastern Legion, the commander of the foreign allied forces decided to divide the troops and ordered a full-force attack to crush the Eastern Legion.

Two million troops went to intercept Peter Brown's one million troops, while 1.5 million troops launched the final attack on the Eastern Legion.

In their plan, even if the two million troops could not defeat Peter Brown's million-strong army in one go, they could still hold them off. Once the 1.5 million troops severely depleted and crushed the now only 500,000-strong Eastern Legion, they would ride the wave of victory, with over a million troops reinforcing the two million. By then, having more than three million troops, defeating Peter Brown's million-strong army would not be difficult.

The Eastern Legion had already reached a point of running out of supplies. Facing the attack of the 1.5 million troops, they had little power to resist. They only held off for a few hours before the foreign army finally broke through.

Defeated!

The commander of the Eastern Legion let out a bitter smile. He never expected this outcome. Thinking of the New Emperor's trust and his inability to assist the New Emperor, his face showed a look of bitterness.

Before he could compose himself, the foreign army charged toward him.

"Marshal!"

One general shouted anxiously, and the commander's expression shook, his eyes scanning the scene, showing determination as he loudly said, "Your Majesty, I have fulfilled my duty!"

With this, he let out a loud shout, drew his broadsword, and led his subordinates charging toward the foreign general.

Unleashing all his power, this commander of the Eastern Legion fought fiercely without fear of the enemy.

His blood stained his battle robe.

Unfortunately, no matter how valiantly he fought, facing an ever-increasing number of enemies, he was eventually sliced down, more weapons falling onto his body.

The commander of the Eastern Legion fell dead.

With his fall, the Eastern Legion completely lost their morale, and the entire army was defeated.

The foreign troops charged in, cutting down countless people.

Seeing the defeat of the Eastern Legion, the commander of the allied forces laughed heartily.

The faces of the foreign generals and soldiers also showed smiles. After this battle, there was little on this land that could stand against their power.

"Only that one million men remain!"

One general remarked.

"Indeed, only that army remains. If we can take them down, this vast territory will be ours!"

"Haha..."

Everyone laughed heartily. After years of war, victory was finally theirs.

Suddenly, at this moment, a rider rushed from afar, shouting loudly, "Urgent report!"

Seeing the rider coming from the direction of the battle with Peter Brown's forces, everyone's expressions turned serious, uncertain about what had transpired.

"What is it?"

"Report, Marshal Michelin is engaged in a fierce battle with the enemy. The enemy's combat strength is strong, and Marshal Michelin requests reinforcements!"

"What?"

Everyone was shocked. After all, it was two million troops intercepting a million. How could they be stopped?

Although everyone was skeptical, the allied Marshal gravely asked, "What exactly is the situation?"

After hearing the soldier's report, everyone fell silent, truly not expecting Peter Brown's army to possess such formidable combat strength.

"Leave an army of one hundred thousand to clear the battlefield, and the rest follow me for reinforcements!"

The allied Marshal became anxious upon hearing this. If anything happened to those two million troops, it was uncertain what might occur, and the victory would lose its significance.

Everyone understood that nothing could be allowed to happen to those two million troops.

"Everyone, let's go!"

The Marshal, being a wise man, did not hesitate. After quickly organizing the troops, their 1.4 million troops moved swiftly forward.

The army moved quickly, and messages continuously arrived, all concerning the intense battle occurring.

However, the more they heard the reports from the front, the worse everyone's mood became. That army had actually broken through the battle formation and was now fighting with Marshal Michelin's personal guards!

"Hurry up!"

The Marshal of the allied forces, known as the Ancient Marshal, shouted, having a premonition that things weren't going well.

"Report!"

Suddenly, another rider approached, an arrow stuck in his back.

All eyes were on him, and the ominous feeling grew even stronger.

"Report, our army is defeated, the Marshal has fallen, the entire army is in disarray!"

After saying this, the messenger fell from his horse to the ground.

No one paid attention to his condition as everyone's faces turned ashen.

Defeated!

Two million troops were defeated just like that!

This was truly incomprehensible!

Everyone's eyes turned to the Ancient Marshal. In such a situation, what was there to do?

"Marshal?"

Each general was shaken, wondering when the enemy army had become so strong. A million defeated two million troops, and if that army wasn't crushed, the hard-fought situation would be lost again.

After being dazed for a moment, the Ancient Marshal showed determination, scanning everyone as he said, "The opposing army is one million-strong, and after battling with our army, even if they won, so what? How many combat-ready soldiers can they still have now?"

Upon hearing this, everyone's tension eased, and the heavy atmosphere lightened.

Indeed, even if the enemy had a million troops, so what? After an intense battle with two million troops, typically there would be many casualties. Combining the dead and seriously injured, having half left able to fight would be good, only About five hundred thousand soldiers, whereas they still had over 1.4 million troops, more than enough to fight them!

The Ancient Marshal calmed himself, reviewed the whole situation, and loudly declared, "They must have captured many of our men. If we charge forward, we can rescue our soldiers and let them rejoin the battle. By then, we will still have over two million troops!"