System: Build My Own Territory Chapter 1017 - 295: Overwhelming War (1W)_6

At this moment.

A burly figure clad in chain armor suddenly dashed out from Tyrone’s left side.

The one-handed sword in his right hand easily parted the exotic long spear that was against him.

The burly man stepped forward and collided with two heavy infantry in standard plate armor through the gap of the long spear.

Under the impact of this burly man’s run, the two heavy infantry were forcibly knocked aside.

Tyrone frowned and addressed the Pan Rock Iron Guard and the heavy infantry.

"Stop him!"

Despite being dressed in chain armor, Walter ran as if nothing could hinder him!

Ignoring the armored soldiers pursuing him, Walter simply chose to disregard them.

His eyes were wide open, fixed on the young man riding on a tall horse a hundred meters away!

Walter naturally knew that the defeat of the defense battle at Connelly Manor was already sealed.

A rain of arrows had killed many guards and peasants.

Moreover, it shattered the fighting spirit of the guards and peasants against the enemy.

Given the current situation, even if they continued to resist.

The final outcome.

Could only result in the guards and peasants surrendering and the armored soldiers breaching Connelly Manor, ending this war of oppression.

But as the Guard Captain, along with Master Zock’s instructions and his promise to the master.

He naturally would not yield like the guards and peasants, surrendering for survival.

Seeing the young man on the horse ahead, Walter thought of a solution.

Capture the leader first!

Walter broke through the heavy infantry’s line, triggering the pursuit of the Pan Rock Iron Guard, figures running and shaking.

A burst of yelling naturally caught the attention of Wesley on the horse.

The cavalry beside Wesley reminded him.

"Lord Wesley!"

Wesley responded, "I know."

Seeing Wesley without further instructions, a dozen knights exchanged glances.

They looked at Walter rapidly approaching, his eyes filled with cold determination.

Wesley couldn’t help but shake his head.

He could naturally feel a strong killing intent from Walter.

A resolute determination of no retreat!

As Walter ran closer to the young man on the horse, his heart grew increasingly excited.

If he can slay this young commander, even if Connelly Manor is breached and he loses his life.

Everything would be worth it!

The distance grew closer.

Eighty meters!

Walter glanced back.

A dozen burly soldiers were chasing after him.

But his physical quality was far superior to these burly soldiers.

No matter how hard they chased, they always remained a few meters behind.

Sixty meters!

Three or four longswords were thrown by the burly soldiers behind.

Walter only twisted his body a few times to dodge the longswords.

Forty meters!

The burly soldiers behind were left far behind.

Walter’s gaze fell on the dozen armored cavalry beside the young commander.

He needed to kill those dozen armored cavalry alone to get close to the young commander!

Watching Walter running closer, Wesley moved his right hand.

He took the standard longbow inserted in the arrow quiver on the saddle.

Under the gaze of a dozen soldiers, he released the reins from his right hand and took an arrow from the quiver.

He notched the arrow, drew the bow, aimed carefully, his movements skillful and fluid.

The triangular armor-piercing arrowhead was precisely aimed at the running Walter.

Under the nearby bonfire’s glow, a distinct gleam flickered on the arrowhead.

Having been watching Wesley, Walter noticed Wesley’s action.

Knowing the power of the triangular armor-piercing arrow, Walter squinted slightly.

But his running pace didn’t stop at all.

Thirty meters!

Even though it was nighttime, and the surroundings were dark.

At such a close distance, Walter could clearly see the facial contours of the young commander on the horse.

His brow was as sharp as a cliff, and his skin, long exposed to the sun, bore a deep bronze hue.

On the seemingly youthful face, was etched the expression formed only by battlefield tempering.

Especially in the young commander’s bow-drawing posture, he exuded a piercing sharpness!

Under the young commander’s arrow aiming, a strong sense of impending death emerged in Walter’s mind.

Walter felt.

As long as the young commander released the arrow pinched between his fingers.

The arrow would pierce his brow!

Twenty meters!

Cold and warning words rang from the young commander.

"Stop here, and you may live."

"Advance further, and you will die!"

The young commander’s words naturally fell on Walter’s ears.

But his running pace did not halt.

He tightened his grip on his longsword, speeding up his running pace even more.

Whoosh!

As Walter took another step, Wesley on horseback wasted no words.

With a cold gaze fixed on Walter, he slightly released his fingers.

The triangular armor-piercing arrow shot out instantly under the standard longbow’s recoil.

The sharp sound it made startled even the warhorses beneath the cavalry, causing them to hesitate a few steps.

With his attention fully on the young commander and his arrow, Walter’s heart was filled with dread.

He raised his right hand, intending to block the incoming arrow.

The next moment.

The steadiness and confidence in Walter’s eyes turned to shock.

He found the arrow he had been watching closely had vanished in an instant.

However.

Another moment later.

A gleaming cold arrow suddenly appeared in his sight!

Walter was terrified, quickly raising his right hand, trying to use the longsword.

But his right hand only lifted halfway, his arm stiff and suspended in the air.

The longsword once tightly gripped in his right hand, as if losing the support of strength.

Dropped from Walter’s hand, rolling to the ground with a crisp thud.

Walter’s knees bent, dropping straight to the ground, his arms powerless beside him...

From behind, Tyrone led a dozen chasing Pan Rock Iron Guards and quickly ran to Walter’s front.

Seeing an arrow piercing through Walter’s iron helmet, entering his forehead, with blood trickling down.

Tyrone’s eyes slightly contracted, somewhat shocked, turning to glance at Wesley on the horse.

Having finished archery, Wesley moved his hand, inserting the longbow back into the quiver.

Wesley remained on his horse, gazing directly at Tyrone.

"Commander Tyrone, I’ll leave the follow-ups to you."

"The master said after destroying Connelly Manor, take all riches, labor, ironware, poultry, and stored agricultural produce back to Morgan Town."

Tyrone raised his brows, responding.

"Of course, Commander Wesley!"

Seeing Wesley not continue speaking, Tyrone nodded and stepped towards the manor’s estate.

Observing guards and peasants being organized into orderly queues under soldiers’ supervision.

Wesley’s heart slightly relaxed.

The task of attacking Connelly Manor was complete.

With the arrow coverage and ranged attack, along with the heavy infantry tearing through the battlefield.

Plus the experienced Pan Rock Iron Guard.

Wesley had little worry about battle losses.

The only regret Wesley felt was.

Manor Lord Zock Connally had received information about their operations and left earlier, heading to Kakasong City.