Farming in the Magical World

"Something's not right with their spears!"

Hearing these panicked words, the leader was also startled. He didn't even have time to think about what kind of weapon could damage heavy armor. He quickly took a step back to dodge the spear thrust out by the opponent. "Don't take it head-on, retreat, retreat!"

Unexpectedly, as they took a step back, the enemy opposite them stepped forward with their shields raised, slammed their shields to the ground, and then began to thrust out several spears from behind the shields.

"Third brother, how are you?" The eldest brother didn't have time to turn around and check on himself; he could only ask while dodging the spears.

"I'm fine, just a little scrape on my leg... Ouch!"

Hearing that the other party was alright, the leader was slightly relieved, but looking at their well-trained appearance and the turtle-shell-like shield, his mood sank even further.

This wasn't the auxiliary army he thought they were. It was the information provided by that bastard that showed that these people were clearly elite troops, the very best of the best, just like the ones they were moving in and out of order!

If their weapons can penetrate armor, then tonight...

"Ah~~" Before he could react, another scream came from the direction of the castle. This scream was not just panicked, but also filled with terror, as if he had seen an immense fear.

Hearing this scream, the eldest brother was startled again. Forgetting about being exposed, he yelled at the top of his lungs, "Second brother, second brother..."

The expected answer did not come. The direction of the castle remained pitch black, like a monster lying in wait for its prey, and the dark castle gate was like the monster's gaping maw, ready to devour everything at any moment.

After calling out several times without receiving a response, the leader had a bad feeling.

The enemies in front of them continued to slowly surround the four of them, seemingly in no hurry at all. However, the four of them were already getting anxious. New enemies were still appearing from the direction of the camp and were constantly rushing here. They were held up by the group of people in front of them and could not break free for a while. If they could not break through the defense line before these people formed an encirclement, they would be in an even more passive position.

"Boss, think of something quickly, we can't wait any longer, the second brother might already be..." The usually taciturn fourth brother broke his silence and solemnly reminded his boss that a decision must be made as soon as possible.

After slashing away several spears that were thrusting at him with his sword, the leader looked around again and noticed that there seemed to be a large number of people carrying torches heading this way from the riverbank in the distance.

"Damn it, have we stirred up a hornet's nest? Just how many troops does this little nobleman have?" the leader cursed inwardly, his mood growing even heavier.

After thinking for a moment, he suddenly whispered, "Break through!"

He finally made up his mind. Since the current situation seemed to make it impossible to achieve their goal easily, they had to break out before the distant enemy could surround them. Otherwise, they would probably all perish in front of this remote little castle tonight.

This was an ending that he, who was renowned in the Southern Territory, was truly unwilling to accept!

The three people beside him were also shocked when they heard this. Their leader had not used the method of charging out, but rather the method of breaking through the encirclement.

Based on the cooperative practices of recent years, this is already the highest level of breakout signal, meaning to escape at any cost.

Has the situation really gotten this bad?

"Boss, there's no one in the direction of the castle. Let's rush in. As long as we catch that kid, we won't have to worry about them not letting us through!" Upon hearing the boss's signal, the usually impulsive third boss got anxious and immediately shouted.

"Damn it, we don't know the situation over there and you still want to go? Do you want to get us killed?" The fifth brother didn't care about manners and immediately started cursing.

The eldest brother was initially moved by what the third brother said, but after the fifth brother said that, he became even more certain of his judgment. Since the second brother had gone over without making a sound, they probably didn't know what was going on over there. The enemy on the other side didn't seem to be in a hurry at all and was proceeding steadily.

"Stop talking, break through!" he emphasized again, and then his attack suddenly became more intense, actually forcing the enemy to take a half step back.

Unbeknownst to them, during their discussion, the security team was also deeply worried, fearing that the intruders might actually turn around and rush towards the castle.

The other side may not know, but do they not know? There are only two guards at the castle gate, and if you include the guards at the back gate, there are at most four people, and there are not even any shield bearers.

However, the squad leader continued to issue various orders in an orderly manner, showing no sign of panic, which reassured the team members, who assumed that the captain or Commander Tim had made some arrangements in advance.

The squad leader wasn't entirely unperturbed; rather, he was acutely aware that if his side lost its composure, the enemies would immediately turn and head towards the castle, which would ultimately harm the master.

So he could only force himself to remain calm, and while quietly starting to release water, he directed his squad members to concentrate on both sides, creating an opening in the middle, and continued to command the battle.

The squad leader actually had a tough job doing all this. He not only had to prevent the enemy from noticing anything, but also prevent his own squad members from noticing anything and calling out. It wasn't easy. Fortunately, with his adjustments, the attack formation gradually changed slightly.

It was nighttime, and the leaders couldn't see very clearly. However, they suddenly felt that the pressure they were under had lessened, and their attacks were putting more pressure on the other side.

Overjoyed at the sight, the third and fourth brothers risked leg injuries and kicked the shield blocking their way, causing the shield bearer to stumble and finally revealing a small gap in the defensive line.

"Let's go!" the leader shouted first. After the others broke through the encirclement, he quickly followed.

"Captain, should we chase them?" Seeing the group running and jumping away into the distance, but not receiving any orders from their captain, the team members couldn't help but ask.

"Chase my ass! There are only two people in the castle, how can we chase them? We should rest here!" Gavin spat out the blood in his mouth, his expression fierce, completely unlike his usual smiling self.

In those last few blows, he moved his teammates aside and took over the shield himself. He hadn't expected the opponent to be so strong; he even felt a slight pain in his chest.

Without mentioning that the patrol team was resting on the spot, the few who broke through the encirclement soon encountered the second squad that followed. But to their surprise, as soon as the two sides made contact, they were overtaken.

"Huh, why are these guys behind us so weak?" the third brother muttered in confusion. But this muttering made the eldest brother suspicious. He turned around and glanced in the direction of the castle, only to find that the two groups of people were standing still and did not immediately give chase.

Damn it, I've been tricked!

The leader cursed inwardly, finally understanding everything in that instant!

The defenses around the castle were not strong enough, otherwise these patrols would not have let them go so easily.

However, there are now two groups of people between them and the castle, making it impossible for them to return to the castle and capture Lanny again.

Since regret was useless, he could only compose himself and lead the remaining three men quickly toward the small hill. As long as they could reach the hill where they had tied their horses, they could escape this damned place.

The moonlight at night not only illuminated the road, but also the conspicuous armor on the men's bodies. Faced with such a conspicuous target, several squads that came out from the riverside camp to intercept them spread out from several directions and finally surrounded the men on the flat ground in front of the hill.

"Boss, what should we do?" The four men stood back to back, holding their longswords and warily watching the enemies around them. The third brother asked the boss for a plan in a low voice, his voice surprisingly calm and composed.

Whether he was impulsive or talkative before, once he was in dire straits, he became fearless.

The leader was at a loss. Looking at the rows of shields as tall as a person in front of him, and the rows of spears gleaming coldly behind the shields, he felt a little scared.

What puzzled him was why these people hadn't started attacking yet, but were just surrounding them with weapons. Were they waiting for some important figure to arrive?

Sure enough, a figure riding a horse and wearing heavy knight's armor soon appeared not far away. With the clatter of hooves, he trotted over and stood outside the encirclement, looking down at them and demanding, his voice laced with anger, "Who are you? Why are you attacking the castle?"

The knight wore a helmet, and his voice beneath the mask was muffled and dry, making it clear that he was male. However, the group almost immediately recognized him as the castle's only knight—Tim Miller.

They had expected to be looking down on the other person, waiting for them to beg for their lives, but they never imagined that when it actually happened, the other person would be looking down on them.

Seeing that the men remained silent, Tim shouted again, "If you refuse to confess, you will be killed without mercy!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill..." As Tim's voice fell, the surrounding guards shouted in unison.

After glancing at the team members around him, the leader slowly spoke up, "We heard that Mr. Lanny recently made a fortune, so we wanted to get some gold coins to spend. Since you've surrounded us, I have nothing to say."

"You call yourself bandits?" Tim's face behind his mask was full of sarcasm as he glanced at the surrounded group again. "Haha, this is the first time I've ever heard of bandits dressed in full knight's heavy armor."

Although he was laughing, there was no real joy in his laughter!

He wasn't blind, so he naturally knew that these people were definitely not bandits, but he was still a little unsure where they came from.

The eldest brother had no answer to this question and could only remain silent.

Seeing that the other party no longer answered, Tim had no choice but to raise his hand. "Since you are so stubborn, then don't blame me for disregarding knightly honor."

Having said that, he raised his voice, "All units, attack formation, prepare..."