odessanovel Chapter 1013 - 295: Crushing War (10,000) (2)
Chapter 1013 - 295: Crushing War (10,000) (2)
Emery hesitated a bit, but upon recalling what Bader had just said, he chose to give up the final resistance.
"Under the leadership of Walter, the Guard Captain, the guards and peasants are digging trenches and spike pits, constructing defenses against warhorses."
Upon hearing this, Rose looked at Wesley with some surprise.
The words of the scout matched almost exactly with what Wesley had previously explained to him!
Wesley asked again: "Is there any other intelligence that needs to be reported?"
Emery glanced at Bader, who just stared directly at him.
Emery sighed, then continued to speak.
"Master Zok has taken his maid and already ridden a carriage to Kakasong City to ask Viscount Jon Zack for military aid."
After listening to Emery’s account, Wesley’s expression turned slightly grim as his gaze shifted to Rose.
Wesley proposed: "Lord Rose, it seems we need to speed up the march."
Rose responded: "Of course!"
Zock Connally traveled by carriage to Kakasong City, requesting military aid from Viscount Jon Zack.
Not to mention the time needed and how many soldiers would come.
Just the execution of the strategy of blitzkrieg ordered by their master...
requires them to annihilate both manors at the fastest possible speed.
The most crucial point is...
The quicker they destroy the two manors and return, the less danger they’ll face!
Following Rose’s instructions, a few message-relaying soldiers rode horses, galloping to the rear.
Orders rang out constantly in the marching troops behind.
As the speed of the cavalry units at the front began to increase...
the once orderly footsteps turned into the sounds of running, with armor parts colliding and grinding.
...
Night descended like a giant curtain, enveloping the entire world.
A cooler night breeze carrying the scent of soil and grass blew across Walter’s solemn face.
Walter glanced at the empty space around the manor estate.
Trenches and horse-trapping pits filled with spikes have all been dug and constructed.
Several cheval de frise are also placed on the road of rubble and mud.
Whether it were the manor guards or peasants, their faces were equally tense...
often tightly gripping the longsword and scimitar, or iron farm tools in their hands.
With no external aid, building defensive fortifications, organizing guards and peasants, and fighting together...
was the only solution Walter could think of!
Even though such a method is insignificant compared to the powerful strength of the armored soldiers approaching...
Walter believed he could never surrender to survive!
This was not only loyalty to Master Zok...
but also loyalty to his life’s belief!
If faith is lost, what difference does it make between being alive and being dead?
Suppressing the distractions in his mind, Walter looked at a nearby guard and asked.
"How long has it been since Emery last returned to the manor to report?"
Upon hearing Walter’s inquiry, the guard’s eyes shifted, quickly thinking.
A few seconds later...
The guard replied: "At least more than two hours!"
Walter frowned, repeating the guard’s words.
"More than two hours..."
The distance from the southern part of Alba Town to Connelly Manor is about eighteen miles.
At a galloping speed of forty miles per hour...
Emery, gathering intelligence, could have gone back and forth twice within these two hours!
Now two hours have passed, yet Emery still hasn’t returned.
With a slight deduction, Walter could guess that Emery has been captured!
The actual situation in Connelly Manor might now be known to the local commander due to Emery’s capture!
However, as Walter thought further...
Even if the enemy knew, what could they do?
Everything before him was already his limit in organizing and deploying all the power in Connelly Manor!
He couldn’t possibly lead guards and peasants to build a manor castle like Morgan Town in such a short time!
While Walter was pondering...
a strange yet familiar sound entered his ears.
Walter’s eyes sharpened, and he quickly turned towards the distant outskirts beyond the defenses.
Orderly marching footsteps, the colliding and scraping sounds of armor parts...
Although, missing the previous sound of thundering hooves...
Despite the faintness of the sound...
Walter, perceptive hearing as he was, remained confident he wasn’t mistaken.
Based on the quiet of night and the volume of sound...
The advancing army had already entered the Connelly Manor territory!
They were now less than two miles from the manor estate!
War!
Close at hand!
Walter began to walk among the guards and peasants, shouting.
"Stay alert, the enemy has entered Connelly Manor!"
"If you want to survive, fight with all your strength!"
Cries filled with tension and fear erupted from the guards and peasants.
"Yes! Yes! Yes!"
Walter said nothing further and went to the very front of the defenses.
With slightly green-tinted eyes, he stared straight into the distance, listening to the sounds within darkness.
Closer!
Closer!
Despite the shrouding darkness of night, making it impossible for Walter to see the scenes miles away...