Summit Farmer

The battle between Peter Brown and the foreign tribe had no suspense at all; with just one fight, the foreign tribe's army was utterly defeated.

Defeated! Everyone was in disbelief, as they cast their eyes across the battlefield, where they saw Peter Brown's overwhelming army sweeping the field.

Only a few managed to escape the battlefield, hastily fleeing north, not daring to linger even for a moment.

Peter Brown felt quite elated; now there was no rival for him in the Northern Region, granting him the leverage to accomplish many things here.

"Report the victory to the imperial court," Peter Brown said indifferently before departing.

The matters on the battlefield naturally fell to his subordinates, while Peter Brown was now reaping the rewards.

Leaving aside the situation with Peter Brown's side, in Kingston, there was an air of gloom. With the large-scale invasion by the northern foreign tribes, the encirclement of the Eastern Legion, and the successive sieges by the armies of various princes, the entire imperial court was tense.

Just the day before, a message arrived reporting that the Eastern Legion, which was under siege, had been defeated, and even the Emperor's most trusted marshal was killed in action.

Upon receiving the news, it was said that the New Emperor severely injured his most favored lady in the room on impulse.

Those who understood the situation in Kingston suddenly realized something alarming — the imperial court might be collapsing.

The thought of potential events sent shivers down everyone's spine.

In the Windsor Family's Conference Hall, Mattie Brown sat silently.

After a long pause, Mattie Brown finally spoke, "Everyone should be aware of the court's situation by now — what are your thoughts?"

What could they possibly say?

Everyone's expressions grew more somber.

An elder sighed, "What can we say? As we are currently aligned with the New Emperor, if the court falls, our Windsor Family is at risk of annihilation."

This was a well-known fact.

Stone Brown said, "Doesn't Peter Brown still have an army in the north? With an army at hand, even if various powers want to target our family, they might reconsider."

Stone Brown felt quite pleased to have someone like Peter in their lineage.

An elder remarked, "The key is that he is in such a complicated environment; what impact can he possibly have?"

Indeed, with the foreign tribes' power so strong in the north, even if Peter Brown assembled an army, everyone believed it was nothing more than a ragtag group, unable to rival the powerful foreign tribesmen — it would be lucky to survive.

Sigh!

Everyone felt powerless in such circumstances; the Windsor Family really had no many options, only hoping for the imperial court's victory. But how could the current court possibly triumph?

"Regardless, our Windsor Family is now relying on Peter Brown. If he can achieve something there, it would Benefit us," said a somewhat savvy elder.

Hearing these words, everyone nodded silently.

Mattie Brown looked at an elder responsible for intelligence, "What is the current situation with Peter Brown?"

All eyes turned to them.

With a bitter smile, the elder said, "You should all know about our family's situation; We haven't had any performance in the military for so many years, and even less investment in the Northern Region, making it impossible to obtain frontline intelligence. I've spent a lot of effort to learn that Peter Brown is currently fighting with the foreign tribe. From the message received, the foreign tribe has put significant effort this time, seemingly aiming to annihilate our army in the north."

Upon hearing this, everyone's hopes regarding Peter Brown's situation diminished. In people's perception, let alone Peter Brown's ragtag army, even the regular troops sent by the court would be no match for the foreign tribes' army.

"Sigh, the Eastern Legion has been annihilated; what can we accomplish?"

"What is the situation with the princes?" someone asked.

"From the received information, it seems all princes have the support of foreign powers, advancing rapidly. If His Majesty cannot find a solution, I worry we cannot hold out for long."

"This..." Mattie Brown's expression froze; if true, the Windsor Family might really be doomed.

"Let's disperse some family members to leave quietly," Mattie Brown could only say this.

"Today the imperial court issued a decree, sealing the capital, forbidding entry or exit."

"What?" everyone gasped in disbelief.

Silence fell over the entire Conference Hall, for everyone knew the Emperor's intention: to destroy the capital along with him, leaving nothing for the princes.

"His Majesty is fighting with his life!"

Indeed, it seems anyone not supporting His Majesty faces ruin and annihilation.

"What do you think Peter Brown will do? Will he surrender to the foreign tribes?" an elder suddenly asked.

This question left everyone in shock.

Everyone understood the consequences; if this truly happened, the Windsor Family would face annihilation.

"No, Peter Brown's mother and sister are still here!" Stone Brown had faith in Peter Brown.

Everyone nodded slightly, agreeing with this assessment.

But even so, what could Peter Brown do without surrendering?

Their discussions all revolved around the Windsor Family's future should the court fall; nobody entertained the thought of the court turning the tables.

In the current circumstances, everyone was clear: the Emperor had no tricks left.

As for Peter Brown's situation, nobody counted on him; some even wondered if Peter Brown might already have been killed.

At this moment within the Imperial Palace, the New Emperor also sat powerlessly, the defeat of the Eastern Legion struck him hard; it was his strongest force available, used to stabilize the political situation. Now he discovered the princes had already plotted this. Through collusion inside and out, the Eastern Legion was ensnared and subsequently annihilated.

With a long sigh, he realized he only had the Imperial Guard of One hundred thousand men under his command. However, these merely One hundred thousand troops couldn't possibly withstand the overwhelming forces of the royal princes and the relentless foreign armies.

Analyzing all the power at his disposal, the New Emperor found himself with no troops available for action.

Could it be that His reign ends within a few days?

There was a sense of bitterness within the New Emperor, but how does that make a difference?

Emotions swirled within, as the New Emperor sat there speechless for a long time.