Summit Farmer

After hearing the analysis from the Ancient Guard Army, everyone agreed that it was logical. Now is the best time to defeat Peter Brown's army. If we miss this opportunity, once Peter Brown's army develops, it will become a headache for this region.

"That's right, our army should take advantage of their losses in one battle to crush them!"

More and more people supported the Ancient Guard Army's analysis.

The Ancient Guard Army, having recovered from the initial shock of hearing about the defeat of the 2 million troops, loudly commanded, "Follow my orders: The entire army will march rapidly and crush those opposing forces in one fell swoop!"

In a moment, the speed of the army's march increased significantly.

Of course, to guard against possible ambushes, the Ancient Guard Army remained cautious, dispatching a large number of scouts to investigate ahead and leading a vanguard troop to pave the way.

The troops rumbled forward, leaving a vast cloud of dust lingering in the Azure Sky.

What reassured the Ancient Guard Army was the intelligence that showed although it was unknown how many losses Peter Brown's army suffered, they indeed had a large number of prisoners of war, which would require a considerable manpower to guard. At the start of battle, at least one to two hundred thousand personnel would need to manage the prisoners, significantly weakening the opponent's fighting force, which was advantageous for us.

At the same time, the information suggested that the enemy did not expect us to lead an army against them, and there was no sign of ambush.

"Humph!"

Upon hearing this news, the Ancient Guard Army snorted coldly, wondering how Michelin managed to lose the battle to such an opponent.

Judging by the situation observed from Peter Brown, the Ancient Guard Army had little regard for Peter Brown's command abilities.

At this moment, Peter Brown, upon hearing the scouts' reports, smiled faintly.

The greatest threat to Peter Brown in the Northern Region is this army of over a million. Peter Brown does not wish to miss the chance to eliminate such a force, knowing that if victory is achieved in this battle, the Northern Region will settle down. Therefore, if displaying Great Power now, the opponent might flee. The best strategy is to pretend ignorance of their arrival and fight them directly when the time comes.

"How many prisoners of war?"

Without turning his head, Peter Brown asked.

A Deputy General hurriedly said, "There are 1.4 million prisoners. According to the General's instructions, we have selected 500,000, all of whom have taken the medicine water."

Peter Brown nodded slightly, thinking for a moment, said, "Forget it, let them all take the medicine water. I need them now."

Peter Brown had long equipped a large number of elixirs which were dissolved into water, now sufficient for so many to consume.

Initially, Peter Brown worried about feeding such a large army, but then he thought of his next step to control this area, requiring many local military personnel. Even if they were not integrated into the main army, they could manage locally. With ample medicine pills prepared, he decided it would be better to turn them into loyal followers.

Now with an opposing force of 1.4 million coming, Peter Brown didn't want to face them with only the remaining over 700,000 post-battle forces. By letting the prisoners drink the medicine water, they would not only avoid rebellion but also become a supporting force.

The Generals executed the orders and left.

Peter Brown's gaze turned deeply contemplative.

The Eastern Legion, capable of rescue, remained within Peter Brown's plans. It was a loyal army of the New Emperor, and keeping such an army in the Northern Region meant that even if victory were achieved, the New Emperor would not place the same trust in him as in the Eastern Legion, and the Northern Region would inevitably fall into their hands. Thus, Peter Brown wasn't sure what his own fate would be.

With this in mind, although showing signs of active rescue, his army deliberately marched slowly.

Now it seems that the Eastern Legion has been defeated!

Seeing another army dispatched upon him, Peter Brown knew without much thought that the Eastern Legion must have been lost.

In that case, it's time for a showdown!

Having lost the Eastern Legion, Peter Brown can now claim ownership of this Northern Region in his next step.

As for the deaths of some Eastern Legion generals and soldiers, with Peter Brown's mindset refined over countless years, he regarded those people as mere ants and paid them no mind.

One scout after another arrived, reporting quickly on the opponent's troop movements.

Hearing of their accelerated march, Peter Brown shook his head, knowing they were rushing to their deaths without understanding his current situation.

"Form ranks!"

Once he knew the enemy troops were only a few miles away, Peter Brown commanded, and the entire military stood arrayed in formation.

All along the way, the Ancient Guard Army was most worried about Peter Brown retreating with his troops. Once they were within a few miles from his army, they found Peter Brown had not retreated. Though somewhat puzzled, they didn't think much of it—after all, their objective was attained, and they didn't believe Peter Brown's post-battle army could defeat his troops.

Seeing Peter Brown's army setting up formation made the Ancient Guard Army smile.

The decisive moment had arrived!

"Charge!"

Relying on their numerical advantage, the Ancient Guard Army shouted as they charged towards the hastily forming ranks of Peter Brown's army.

The Ancient Guard Army, indeed experienced, knew that after marching rapidly, most generals would let the soldiers rest before formation for battle—typically for organized rest—and yet they saw Peter Brown seemingly scrambling to form ranks. Sensing opportunity, they ordered an immediate charge, believing they could break the enemy's formation at first contact, leading to inevitable collapse.

Everyone roared in, the murderous ferocity filled Heaven and Earth!

Seeing the opponent's army arriving, the corner of Peter Brown's mouth also revealed a smile. His intention for revealing chaos in his ranks was indeed to lure the enemy into attack. Now it seemed they acted according to his plans.

"Change formation!"

As Peter Brown shouted, his entire army instantly reformed from chaos to order.

The Ancient Guard Army, although momentarily stunned, felt it was too late to hesitate with the situation poised to strike.

Seizing the moment, he gritted his teeth and shouted, "Attack!"

In a flash, the two armies clashed, fiercely attacking each other.