Aiden nodded, "Go ahead!"
Bruno bowed slightly, turned around, and looked at the followers in front of him.
He drew the longsword from his hand and shouted to the crowd, "Everyone, follow me to stop the enemy!"
"Yes, yes!"
Under Bruno's leadership, more than seven hundred followers marched grandly toward the edge of the territory.
Watching the team gradually recede, Aiden retracted his gaze and looked at the few followers beside him.
"Quickly pack up, take all the valuables!"
"I will stay for a while at Viscount Chambers's Castle."
A few of the followers exchanged glances, unsure of how to respond.
Aiden's expression changed, and he shouted, "What, are you deaf?"
"Or do you want to stay here?"
The followers instantly understood the meaning behind Aiden's words.
They quickly responded with two acknowledgments and hurried into the mansion.
Aiden's gaze once again looked into the distance, where Bruno's army of followers was about to disappear at the horizon.
If, as Ackman had said, there were numerous fully armed soldiers behind the walls!
Then these newly recruited followers would be completely unable to stop the soldiers' advance.
Let alone defend his manor!
Therefore, as long as he could incite these followers to intercept, no matter how many Gold Pounds he promised, Aiden didn't care.
As long as it allowed him to leave here and get to Viscount Chambers's Castle to save his life.
In time, then head to Marquis Ducas's Castle in Bordeaux.
He did not believe that Marquis Ducas would tolerate vassals engaging in mutual slaughter!
This is a challenge to Marquis Ducas's dignity!
A few minutes later.
A few followers, carrying a bundle on their backs and leading twin maids, came downstairs.
They placed all the money and valuables onto the carriage.
The followers helped Aiden and the maids onto the carriage.
Watching the followers mount their horses, Aiden wasted no time in urging, "Set off!"
The followers responded, "Yes, sir."
Under the escort of the followers, the carriage drove along the road at the back of the mansion.
With an arm around each of the twin maids, Aiden glanced back at the mansion behind.
His eyes were filled with a cold light.
Wait and see, it won't be long before I take back everything that belongs to me!
...
The night sky above.
A long army was galloping on the road.
Upon nearing the edge of Morrison Territory.
From afar, Lynn saw a cavalry unit galloping towards them.
Red, beside Lynn, spurred his warhorse a step forward, arriving at Lynn's front side.
Until the cavalry approached, Lynn finally saw the face of the oncoming rider clearly.
It was Gasper!
Gasper did not dismount but instead turned and followed beside Lynn.
His voice was filled with explanation: "Sir."
"Ackman failed!"
"He didn't incite the followers to rebel against Aiden but instead tried to stab Aiden in the back on his own."
"The backstabbing failed, and he was counter-killed by Aiden."
Lynn was unsurprised at all.
Ackman might have had some of his own little schemes, but ultimately he was just an ordinary person without any [Talent] or [Skills].
Gasper continued, "However, sir, I think we must speed up."
"Otherwise, it's very likely Aiden will successfully escape the manor..."
Lynn was just about to respond to Gasper when cries rang out from the front.
Gasper instantly thought of something, his expression turned serious, and he warned, "Sir, it's Aiden's followers!"
"There are about seven hundred of them in total!"
Lynn acknowledged, "I understand!"
Then, Lynn's gaze shifted to Wesley, "Wesley, estimate the distance, prepare for a volley!"
Wesley, who had been following behind, quickly replied, "Yes, master!"
Wesley drove his horse to the front, looking at the distant swaying figures, and frowned slightly.
He began calculating the distance and feeling the wind direction and speed...
Until a few minutes later.
Wesley returned to Lynn's side and said, "Master, the test is complete!"
Lynn said, "Two rounds of volleys, Arrow coverage, you command it."
Wesley again responded, "Yes, master!"
"Archers, step out, split into two teams."
At Wesley's words, the archers orderly stepped out from the back and stood at the front of the formation.
Two hundred archers were divided into four rows, with fifty in each row.
He held the bow in his left hand and an arrow in his right, setting it on the bow, waiting for Wesley's next command.
Wesley directly said, "First team, prepare to shoot."
"Bow at forty degrees!"
"Draw bow!"
Bzzz~
With the drawing of the bowstrings, the sound of full tension filled the air.
Beside Lynn, Rosered and the other soldiers watched this orderly and disciplined scene.
Their eyes were filled with admiration.
Even though they themselves had now become soldiers, seeing these orderly, well-trained archers.
They couldn't help but feel a sense of awe in their hearts.
To think just a few months ago, they were nothing more than ordinary people worried about their daily meals.
Wesley commanded, "Release the arrows!"
Whoosh whoosh whoosh~
Upon hearing Wesley's order, the archers of the first team immediately released their arrows between their fingers.
The arrows pierced through the air, aimed at the distant darkness for a comprehensive shoot.
Wesley wasted no time, continuing to shout, "Second team, move forward, prepare to shoot!"