Chapter 6

The war with the Upper Green Forest came suddenly.

During the month of the Green Banyan's new growth, Aaron was training his group of cannon fodder subordinates when a knight under his father, Tener Shurien, rode up on a warhorse and shouted loudly, "The Davis family has launched an attack! The lord commands you to immediately head to Black Raven Dunes!"

"Understood!"

Aaron punched his chest and, looking at his bewildered subordinates, barked, "What are you standing around for? Get your equipment ready immediately, we're going to war!"

Upon hearing these words, the expressions of all the cannon fodder were not very good.

However, the training and obedience of recent days had at least made them understand who to listen to. With Sanchez, Green, and other squad leaders urging them on, they quickly stabilized.

"My lord!"

At this moment, Eight Fingers came to Aaron's side. He wore a broken iron helmet from somewhere, and had no other armor. His face, hidden under a beard, seemed to carry a hint of bitterness: "Can we... win?"

"We must win!"

Aaron answered in a deep voice. As a member of the Sotos family, the consequences of defeat were unimaginable.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but curse his own golden finger as a waste.

Over the past few days, after entering the dream each day and increasing his energy, or rather, his mystical units, he had strengthened the power of his dream consciousness.

At least, he could move faster and perceive more.

But... the real-world Aaron didn't even feel a bit more energetic...

Indeed, bringing the power from the dream to this world was indeed very difficult.

Suppressing his thoughts, Aaron led his team to Black Raven Dunes.

This dune is located at the boundary between the Upper Green Forest and the Lower Green Forest, surrounded by a wasteland of dunes with no value, making it a suitable battlefield.

'This timing is a bit strange!'

Aaron looked at the fields on both sides of the road, pondering.

The Green Forest people's method of timekeeping was still very primitive, only vaguely dividing the year into several months based on plant growth.

Why say several... because these months were vague.

According to Aaron's understanding, it was probably due to the inaccuracy of timekeeping, leading to huge errors that even leap years and months couldn't adjust. So, the number of months each year was uncertain, everything followed nature, especially the state of the "Grandmother Green Banyan."

In the Sotos territory, there was a green banyan tree designated as the 'Sacred Tree,' and the months were determined based on the state of the banyan tree.

Of course, because the banyan tree is evergreen and does not shed leaves, the concept of autumn in the Sotos territory was very vague...

And now, it is the spring of all growth!

In ancient times, it was the farming season!

The standing armies of the two lords were only about a hundred, and wars required the conscription of militia. If this continued, it would delay production, and a famine would inevitably occur next year!

'The Davis family shouldn't be so foolish, right? Or... have they stockpiled a large amount of food, so they want to provoke the Sotos family to start a war in spring, delaying planting, and as long as they drag it out until next year, the Sotos family will collapse without a fight?'

'This can also explain why they initiated the war first...'

Aaron had a thought, feeling a chill, knowing that the Davis family also had a desire and plan for the complete Green Forest.

...

Black Raven Dunes.

At this time, it was already divided into two main parts, with camps set up.

According to Aaron's estimate, this time the Sotos territory sent about 1,800 troops, while the Davis family was close to 2,000!

"This is not a village fight over wild boars, it's at least a county-level conflict!"

Aaron, wearing fine leather armor, walked through the layers of camps and entered the main tent.

Theodore and Colin were both wearing excellent armor, with several knights following behind. When they saw him enter, they all smiled slightly.

"My lord!"

Aaron stood straight, his face resolute, and punched his chest.

"This is your first time participating in a war, follow Knight Alfred, he will teach you well."

Theodore, at least, did not send his son to certain death, pointing to a knight with slightly graying hair, holding a large meteor hammer.

"I will obey your orders."

Aaron knew that this old knight was experienced in battle and had rich experience. Although it was not as safe as being with Theodore, it was relatively safe.

...

Woo!

In the mournful sound of the horn, Aaron followed Knight Alfred to a slightly higher part of the dune.

Nearly 4,000 people formed two different armies, surrounding the dune to form a huge battlefield. Dark green and blue flags seemed to divide the earth into two camps.

Among them, the Sotos family's flag had a dark green background with a forked banyan tree symbol.

As for the Davis family's emblem, it was a single vertical eye.

"Remember, on your first battlefield, don't panic, remember your family's motto." Alfred glanced at Aaron and instructed.

"Unwavering!"

Aaron recited the family motto, recalling the Davis family's motto—'Perceive everything.'

"Very good, it's starting!"

Alfred said calmly.

At this moment, Aaron saw the enemy's army begin to move slowly.

At the forefront were also ragged, poorly armed peasant soldiers. They looked panicked, being driven by the regular troops and knights behind them, advancing towards the Sotos family!

"Follow my command, archers, fire!"

In the middle of the army, Mark, in charge of the archers, roared and waved his hand.

A round of arrows fell, hitting many unfortunate souls. They fell to the ground, some not hit in vital areas, still moaning.

But it was useless! The comrades behind them, driven by the tide, trampled over them, and they soon fell silent.

Boom!

The two armies charged, and the arrows might only have a few rounds before the two armies, like floods, converged.

"Charge!"

Alfred roared, mounting his warhorse, and with his armor, he seemed like a moving metal fortress.

Aaron's position was on the right wing of the Sotos family. He ordered, "Charge formation, forward! Forward!"

Eight Fingers and other squad leaders, though their eyes were filled with fear, still carried out the orders well, making this small team of dozens a part of the war.

Boom!

Aaron charged for a distance, and suddenly the scene before him darkened, a hint of blue appeared opposite.

The enemy appeared!

"Kill!"

He swung his cross sword, cutting down without hesitation.

The peasant soldiers, originally farmers, even after a few days of training, had the courage to kill, their eyes filled with malice, but their equipment was too poor. The pitchfork was directly split by the cross sword, and the upper body was also cut diagonally, intestines and organs spilling out.

'A bit of a miscalculation!'

Aaron retracted his long sword, assuming a defensive stance, alert to the enemies around him, his brows slightly furrowed: 'Dealing with these unarmored peasant soldiers, there's no need to use a cross sword, a thrusting sword will do. I must conserve my strength... whether it's a retreat or a pursuit later!'