I became a mage and was recruited by the lord as his son-in-law

"Master Mage, Captain Sera, the leader wants to see you."

Bennett and Sera looked at each other and followed the soldiers in front of them to the front of the team.

The lord and Kenny were looking at a map. The army had been marching for 15 days and would soon reach Cook Territory, as long as they crossed the valley ahead.

"Lord Lord."

"Ah."

The lord pointed to the valley on the map and said, "The army of Lord Cook is in this valley."

Bennett and Sera looked at the lord with confusion.

"They want to fight us to the bitter end."

Bennett scratched his head and looked at the map in front of him. It was basically impossible to set up an ambush on both sides of the valley, which meant that they really had to engage in a head-on battle.

Bennett wondered, "Do they have a chance of winning?"

"It will be troublesome to kill 20,000 people in this corridor. The knights will kill in the front and the soldiers will carry the bodies in the back. The war can be ended today." Kenny gave an affirmative answer.

"Pay attention to the mental problems of the knights. They've been going crazy after a day of killing. Let's change shifts and kill in three shifts." Sera's tone was gentle, but his words were incongruous.

The lord also responded: "Well, Kenny will lead the charge to deal with their knights, no problem, right?"

The three of them nodded together. Bennett had no objection as he was not familiar with this.

The three men determined the order of departure and each led their team to the front. 300 people fought against 2 people, still in a valley. Looking at the lord's spear, shield, and red cloak, Bennett inexplicably wanted to shout "This is Sparta".

In any case, the 300 iron cans still walked into the valley. They did not ride horses and kill each other. The valley was only 10 meters wide and could not accommodate many people in a row. Charging in such a place would easily trap themselves in the crowd. Even if they were iron cans, they would not be able to bear being surrounded by people from all directions.

There were no earth-shaking shouts, only the rumbling sound of footsteps. All 300 people had received professional military training. They were arranged in neat rows, their steps were in unison, and they were strictly disciplined. The front row held shields, the second row held daggers, the third row held spears, and behind them were knights ready to substitute at any time. The white armor flashed coldly like stars in the sun, like an iron mountain pressing down on the "soldiers" in the distance of the valley. Kenny stood behind the knights to supervise the battle.

It was an easy fight, especially in this small space, without knives coming from all directions, and 2 people simply weren't enough to kill.

Kenny had a smug look on his face. In his opinion, the battle could be declared over. Especially when he saw a group of old people in front of him, he was so happy.

"Hey, Sera, the opponents are all old, weak, and sick. You have no chance to play."

Sera's knights were the second to come on stage. When she heard this, she took off her helmet, shook her hair, and sat down on a rock at the side. "Then you can change whenever you want."

The common soldiers passed by Sera and her knights, who were to follow Kenny to carry the bodies.

The two sides met, shields held back the crowd, spears stabbed in, and daggermen prevented anyone from squeezing in, everything was so orderly, but what puzzled Kenny was that this group of soldiers only begged for mercy and did not resist at all, but it didn't matter, this was a battlefield.

The knights stepped forward, and the soldiers carried out the bodies blocking the road. What kind of soldiers were those? They were just a group of old farmers. They didn't even have a weapon in their hands, and they were all skinny and pale from hunger.

Kenny was silent as he looked at the corpses in front of him. This was different from what he thought, but since they had participated in the battle, they were enemies and he could not have mercy on them.

But Kenny still had another question: Didn't Cook County have any strong and mature soldiers? Why were they all old, weak, sick, and disabled?

The battle was so easy that Kenny even had time to daydream. Collar and Sera behind him also saw the bodies carried by the soldiers. They confirmed that Lord Cook was already corrupt beyond recognition. Even the usually serious lord walked behind Kenny with a smile.

Bennett was behind the knights. Sera found him and asked him to go to the front to watch the battle. This time, Bennett was in trouble. Is the atmosphere so relaxed? The soldiers were carrying dead bodies.

Bennett felt like vomiting now, and the lord took out a wine jug and asked Bennett to drink a sip, saying that it would reduce his reaction. Bennett tasted it and found it was deer blood wine.

Bennett finally vomited, Sera and the lord laughed, and Kenny also laughed out loud.

However, Bennett couldn't accept the earth-shaking cries and begging for mercy in front of him. He shrank his neck and wanted to retreat to the back, but Sera forced him aside and asked him to adapt to the current situation.

Fortunately, the magic made Bennett's spirit more resilient, otherwise he would have fainted when seeing the corpses being carried out like water.

While the killing was still going on in front, people in the back started to make a fire and cook. It was noon, and the lord felt that the knights in front could hold on. Bennett had also sensed that there were no knights within a mile. So, they started to eat. The knights were frying meat and grilling sausages, but only Bennett's chef made blood sausage specially for him. Although he added a lot of spices, Bennett couldn't stand the blood all over the ground.

After putting the food on Serra's plate, Bennett sat aside and became autistic. Kenny also came to eat. He divided the knights into two groups and took turns eating. Looking at them biting the steak with blood all over their bodies, Bennett secretly ran aside and vomited again.

Kenny has been back in the team for some time, and the bodies are still flowing out like water. The people who were counting the bodies later reported that there were already 5 bodies.

Five thousand bodies, all old men, the lord's eyes narrowed.

"Keep reporting. Report every time you add 1."

"Yes."

The soldiers retreated, but the crowd's doubts remained.

Bennett and Serra looked at each other, both of them felt uncomfortable. Of the 2 soldiers, 5 were old and weak, and the ones killed in the front were the elderly. This was not right. The army was not a nursing home, and the Cook family could not do charity all the time. Using the elderly as cannon fodder? With such a large number, wasn't he afraid of being criticized by the public? He would be stripped of his title by a joint complaint.

The bodies of the old men in front were still being brought in, and Kenny could no longer sit still.

"What should we do? Should we really kill all these old people?"

The lord tapped his hand, glanced at the valley ahead, and said decisively: "Kill, we have come this far, we have no choice."

The killing continued, and everyone was silent. Fortunately, the crowd in front began to resist. Maybe it was out of desperation, they began to pick up stones to resist. The knights never hoped that the enemy could resist with all their strength.

At this time, reports came in from behind that there were 6 elderly and weak people.

7, 8.

Suddenly, the knight in front stopped, and everyone looked ahead in confusion. There were still sounds of resistance in front, although the sounds were a bit strange.

Kenny came, he took off his helmet, his face was pale, and his green eyes were full of loss and confusion.

"Father, the person in front is still an old person, and... she is still an old woman."

Shocked, everyone's faces were filled with disbelief.

The lord pushed aside the knights in front of him and saw through the gaps in their shields that the elderly people in front were all wearing old-age skirts, with hunched bodies and scarves on their heads. They picked up stones and smashed them on the knights' shields. One stone was thrown directly at the lord's face, and the sharp edges cut a deep wound at the corner of his eye. Blood flowed across the lord's expressionless face. He opened his lips slightly and ordered, "Continue, kill."