Following that, the entire Greck Cavalry, like an incomparably sharp black sword, fiercely stabbed into the oncoming Iron Hammer Territory army formation!
The Greck Cavalry charged fiercely through the enemy lines, blood and flesh flying, screams and wails intertwining, echoing through the sky.
This was a completely one-sided crushing defeat.
The Greck Cavalry rampaged through the Iron Hammer Territory formation, like a flesh-and-blood millstone studded with countless sharp teeth, slowly turning, mercilessly tearing and crushing their opponents.
Immediately after, the Heavy Armor Shield Soldier and City Guards also arrived like a tide, unhesitatingly charging into the disrupted enemy formation, commencing a merciless slaughter.
Most of the Soldiers in the formation were militiamen forcibly conscripted by Bear Peter. In their daily lives, they were just ordinary commoners; how could they be a match for the well-trained and well-equipped Heavy Armor Shield Soldier?
Almost instantly, these militiamen collapsed into disarray and were defeated.
Agnes, Lina, and Fiora, like tigers emerging from the mountains, directly sought out the elite personal guards of the Iron Hammer Territory.
Facing the three women's fierce offensive and crushing slaughter, Bear Peter's personal guards were utterly powerless to retaliate, only able to watch themselves being mercilessly cut down.
Watching his carefully arranged military formation crumble at a visible speed, and the Soldiers he brought falling one after another in pools of blood, Bear Peter was so scared his legs went soft, almost falling from his horse.
How was this an equal battle!?
Those cavalry were like fierce tigers descending from the mountains, easily piercing through the formation. Following that, the Heavy Armor Shield Soldier swept in like a surging tide, mercilessly reaping the lives of the Iron Hammer Territory Soldiers.
Their thick armor was like an indestructible giant shield, protecting the City Guards beside them tightly.
The two cooperated seamlessly; the Soldiers he brought had no power to resist at all, only to be slaughtered.
And his elite personal guards were currently being savagely slaughtered by those three women, with no chance to fight back.
It was terrifying!
It was truly terrifying!
Especially that woman in red; her great axe swung, and every time it fell, a large number of the Soldiers he brought died tragically on the spot!
This was a unilateral massacre!
The strong, pungent smell of blood permeated the battlefield.
Finally, after the Greck Cavalry charged three times, tearing the Iron Hammer Territory's formation to shreds again and again, the remaining Iron Hammer Territory Soldiers completely collapsed.
They cried out, throwing away their weapons, and scattered in all directions like headless flies.
The Winterfell City army's almost one-sided encirclement and slaughter had completely crushed their will to fight.
However, how could these fellows, who only ran on foot, compare to the lightning-fast speed of the Greck Cavalry?
Under Lord Link's command, whether they were stubbornly resisting enemies or desperately fleeing enemies, they were all torn to shreds by the Greck Cavalry like wild beasts, leaving no future troubles.
These enemies would all become bika points in Lord Link's system!
Ultimately, on this battlefield littered with blood and severed limbs, a gruesome sight, the Iron Hammer Territory side was completely annihilated, with only Bear Peter remaining, having been captured alive.
"I was wrong, I was really wrong! Please spare me, I am willing to offer all my wealth with both hands!"
Bear Peter was scared out of his wits, falling to his knees with a thud, tears and snot streaming down his face, completely losing his arrogant demeanor from when he was spouting insults earlier, kowtowing repeatedly to Lord Link, begging for mercy.
Lord Link dismounted, raised the carian knight sword in his hand, placed it on Bear Peter's neck, and said in a calm tone, "If I kill you, your wealth will naturally still be mine."
Chii—!
The flash of the blade, blood splattered, and Bear Peter's head fell to the ground with a thud, his heart-wrenching wails abruptly stopping.
Winterfell City achieved a great victory!
Behind, when the Winterfell City commoners, who had gathered their courage and held weapons, rushed to the battlefield, what greeted their eyes was a horrifying scene they could hardly believe in this life.
They saw Lord Link holding the carian knight sword, and with a flash of the blade, he cleanly severed Bear Peter's head.
Behind him, a knight order, clad in iron armor and like an iron torrent, stood majestically. The entire battlefield was strewn with corpses, blood and dismembered bodies intertwined, a scene of utter devastation.
"Oh my god! Am I seeing things? Was that the Lord of Iron Hammer Territory, Bear Peter, who was killed by Lord Link?" A citizen's eyes widened, his face full of shock.
"Where is the Iron Hammer Territory's army then? Why are they all gone?" Another asked with a suspicious look.
"Look on the ground, those corpses are not Iron Hammer Territory Soldiers! It seems the Iron Hammer Territory's army might have been completely annihilated." Another pointed at the bodies on the ground, his voice trembling.
Countless questions surged like a tide in the hearts of these Winterfell City citizens.
This war ended too quickly, so quickly that by the time these Winterfell City citizens had just arrived at the battlefield, the smoke of war had already dissipated.
Although the outcome was as unreal as a dream, immediately after, all the Winterfell City citizens on the battlefield couldn't help but weep with joy.
They had come with a resolve to die, and now this wonderful feeling of surviving a catastrophe filled their hearts with relief and excitement.
"Lord Link, what should we do next?"
Lina, Agnes, and Fiora quickly approached Lord Link, asking with solemn expressions.
Lord Link gently shook the blood from his sword, then skillfully mounted his horse.
Feeling the many gazes converging around him, he slowly said, "Next, follow me to the Iron Hammer Territory to collect the fruits of our victory!"
In this battle, the Iron Hammer Territory had almost entirely come out, all its Soldiers died on the battlefield, and its Lord, Bear Peter, was personally beheaded by Lord Link.
The Iron Hammer Territory was now a land without a master.
For Lord Link, who was in urgent need of territorial expansion and eager for development, the Iron Hammer Territory was undoubtedly the sweetest piece of cake, and he naturally had no reason to let it go.
Lord Link slowly urged his warhorse forward, steadily advancing towards the Iron Hammer Territory.
The Winterfell City Ice Plains Wolf banner, held high in Lina's hand, fluttered in the wind, like a giant wolf that had been dormant for a long time, now finally awakened and baring its fangs... When Lord Link led his army into the Iron Hammer Territory, its residents instantly fell into extreme panic.
Some timid individuals even wet their pants on the spot from fear.
"Where did this army come from? Why did they suddenly invade our Iron Hammer Territory?" A resident asked with extreme fear.
"Oh my god! Look quickly, that... that's Lord Bear Peter's head! Lord Bear Peter was actually killed!" Another resident pointed into the distance, his voice trembling almost to a screech.
Bear Peter's severed head, cut off by Lord Link, was now hung on a long spear, held high by a Greck Cavalry, to intimidate all around.
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