Iron Harvest: When Farming Becomes Conquest-Chapter 236 - 5: No One Can Touch You

"Sir Knight, thank you for your assistance! Please share your name, may Buck High Land offer you a drink!"

Buck Knight Toran removed his deer crown helmet.

His face was dark, and he expressed his sincerest thanks to Dick.

The battle was surprisingly simple.

They even had few casualties.

The Buck Knight’s mount, weighing about 1600 kilograms, was twice the weight of a battle horse and had an intimidating presence.

Every Buck moved agilely, able to traverse the forest effortlessly, unmatched in field combat.

However, they were not good at frontal assaults.

If they relied solely on the remaining forces of the Buck Knights, they would be individually picked off by the Shattered Archers.

Yet, when that strange force of a thousand elite soldiers pressed forward, Tricky’s army collapsed at the first confrontation.

They disrupted the flanks, swept through the routed soldiers, and charged the formation.

Together, the two sides quickly ended the battle.

The Shattered Archers were individually strong. But facing a situation where the defeat was as overwhelming as a landslide, they found themselves in a tight spot and had to withdraw from the battlefield.

And they couldn’t even take the prisoners with them.

Toran engraved this favor in his heart.

"Sir Toran, I am merely following orders, and it is inconvenient to reveal my name. Drinking is also unnecessary. My master only instructed me to ensure Mr. Morry’s safety, and the journey back is long. Let us meet again if fate allows," Dick said, wearing his steel mask that concealed his true face.

Heavy Armed Soldiers were killed by about forty or fifty by the Shattered Archers, and the spear-wielding soldiers also suffered losses, which pained him deeply.

At this moment, soldiers also found Morry in a cage.

He was in a sorry state, his robe dirty and torn as if he had not bathed for dozens of days, emitting a foul smell, and his expression was utterly haggard. Life as a prisoner was not easy.

"Mr. Morry, the River Valley King invites you to be his guest," Dick said, bowing.

Morry’s face showed confusion, unsure if the newcomers were friends or foes.

He had been trapped in Buck High Land, living in fear for the past two months.

The worst had still happened.

Sir Owen had lost everything due to a single careless move; he too was captured and caged, filled with gloomy thoughts, feeling hopeless about life.

Like walking on thin ice, he hadn’t reached the other shore before drowning.

Struggling in the water, unsure who to call for help, he truly felt there was no escape.

Then suddenly, an unfamiliar strong hand pulled him out.

He didn’t recognize the knight before him, nor had he heard of the River Valley King, and the Thorny Iron Ring emblem was also utterly foreign to him.

The only noble he knew was the one in River Valley, who though had repeatedly created miracles, defeating an alliance of six great nobles, but logically, his army shouldn’t have appeared here.

"Please come with me," Dick repeated.

He didn’t know Morry, and Morry didn’t recognize him.

That was to be expected; although Morry had visited Origin City, his visits had been brief and not prolonged.

Roman had intentionally set up a War Fog—banning all unrelated personnel from entering, concealing the true developments of Origin City.

His army’s training was also secretive, unknown to outsiders.

Faced with the persistent invitation of the iron-masked knight, Morry had no choice but to nod.

Having been in business for years, he could discern that the other party harbored good intentions towards him, likely here to rescue him; there was no doubt about it.

Dota gathered the bones of his soldiers and quickly led the army away.

"Feit, are you alright?" Toran approached a blond-haired young boy.

"Uncle, where did that army come from?" Feit asked, watching the departing troops.

"I’m not sure, but the feeling they give me, it’s very..."

"Elite!" Feit joined in.

He had witnessed it firsthand on the cage of the carriage, aided by the sparse moonlight. He saw the Heavy Shield infantry push forward irresistibly, crushing Trick’s Conscripted Soldiers in retreat, spear and sword clashing with Armor, a slaughter ensued.

"If Buck High Land had such an elite force, how could we have ended up in this situation?"

"It’s too difficult," Toran said with a bitter smile, everyone wants an elite army, but can’t afford it.

It was tough enough to maintain over a hundred Buck Knights in Buck High Land, and that was only possible because the Bucks could be bred freely.

"But Buck High Land needs a mighty force to protect our deer crown! To avenge my father! Uncle Toran, you know that the Buck Family has clear debts and gratitudes!"

Toran pondered for a moment, then slowly nodded. "When you return to Buck Castle, I will nominate you as the Lord of Buck." ƒreewebηoveℓ.com

"Thank you for your support, Uncle."

"Feit, this is not a good thing.

"I need to tell you, we have reached a critical moment of life and death, those witches will definitely not succeed.

"What we are about to face is not only the threat from Lord Gael, but also likely something even more terrifying.

"The nobles in these lands have stayed in warm water for too long, losing their sense of danger. They are not ready for the imminent decisive battle; the intensity of the battlefield will far exceed their imagination.

"However, we have always been in touch with the witches, allowing us to glimpse a corner of that shadow. Being the Lord of Buck is a lofty honor, but it also means the heaviest responsibility. You must lead the Buck Knights to seek a viable future. We cannot simply perish..."

On this chilly autumn night, the Buck Knights were educating the new Lord of Buck.

...

The cool autumn was coming to an end.

He heard the news of the army’s triumphant return and was overjoyed.

Roman stood at the dock to greet, saying to Morry who disembarked, "My friend, welcome to visit me."

"Lord Roman, you mobilized so many troops to rescue me..." Morry was so grateful he didn’t know what to say.

The strength of soldiers was too important for nobles.

After the army of Earl Kant was crushed by Roman, they could no longer retaliate and had to watch as their population dwindled.

"You’ve already paid the price," Roman said casually.

His gaze moved away from Morry.

Seeing the soldiers disembark one by one in neat formation, not having lost many, he immediately relaxed.

This was not a risky move.

But Roman always had a special concern of a mother worrying over a child traveling thousands of miles.

"It’s been hard on you, I’ve prepared a feast to welcome and cleanse you of the dust," Roman patted Dota and Dick on the shoulders.

Not just the officers, but every soldier from the expedition deserved this feast.

It could only be considered a routine trip, and Roman couldn’t offer special rewards, but the material treatment had to be maximized.

Those soldiers had been gone for three months and had come back having each lost at least seven or eight pounds of body weight, appearing much leaner.

He had Seth arrange the affairs for the sacrificed soldiers, then led everyone back to Origin Manor.

The banquet, of course, was beyond question.

The standard was extremely high.

Roast suckling pig, stewed lamb, beggar’s chicken, sauce beef, pepper-roasted peacock, cheese cake, etc.

The breeding livestock were now ready for slaughter, adding up to several hundred thousand pounds of meat.

So Roman was not stingy, bringing all sorts of meats to the table.

Even the bread was not the common whole wheat bread from Origin City, but milk bread made from pure white flour mixed with milk and baked.

Soft and elastic to the touch, pure white and sweet-smelling, and when spread with a layer of blueberry jam, the taste was simply fantastic.

At the banquet, Roman said to Morry, "From now on, you’ll live here. Here, as long as you don’t break my laws, no one can touch you."

The young businessman was deeply moved.