Farming with Entries: From Lord to Emperor

It seems that the Cold Blade Clan has indeed fallen into the trap.

But they haven't completely fallen for it.

They did not send out all their forces and still retained a considerable portion to defend the town.

However, Luo De is already quite satisfied with this result.

After all, the nobles of the Cold Blade Clan are not fools.

This outcome is already sufficient.

"Have the Eagle Ridge people keep circling."

Luo De ordered, "Be careful to maintain a safe distance and don't get caught."

"If worst comes to worst, hide inside Eagle Town."

Of the retreating army, only a few dozen are veterans, the instructors of the army.

The rest are all disguised as militia and newly recruited soldiers.

Originally led by Alya for training this winter, they have now become the bait in this grand play.

The Hawk Trainers of the Eagle Feather Race would monitor the pursuers' movements in real-time for them.

Allowing this troop to feel pressured and maintain a realistic retreat stance.

But also avoid encountering genuine fatal risks.

And when they hide behind the walls of Eagle Town, if the Cold Blade Clan's troops dare to attack, then they're courting death.

Eagle Town's previously accumulated arrows, stones, and grease for defending the city will let them know what reality is.

Gala nodded emphatically,

"Understood, Saint Master!"

"Additionally, inform everyone else to gather immediately!"

Luo De stood up, "Move towards the border town as quickly as possible!"

Luo De's voice echoed in the cave.

As soon as he finished speaking, the soldiers around him instantly rejoiced, their eyes filled with excitement.

Following an ordinary Lord to attack a town is a deadly affair, many soldiers feel anxious, even fearful.

But the soldiers of Black Pine Ridge know that the Lord would not make them pile up bodies to break open the gate, he will find another way!

This way, everyone will have a fair fight with the garrison soldiers!

If you're still afraid like this, then you're not worthy of being a soldier of Black Pine Ridge, not worth the high pay and rewards, you deserve to go to the northern mine to dig!

So now, squeezed into this narrow, cold cave, the soldiers have only one thought in their minds

——Rush into the border town, turn the nobles' property and slaves into their own merit points!

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Border Town.

Over ten meters high, the city wall towers, gray-white bricks tightly stacked, hard as if they could withstand any impact.

Along the wall, every thirty meters stands a square arrow tower, the tower's shooting windows like cold eyes, ever vigilant for any approaching intruders.

Under the city wall is a wide and deep moat, four meters deep and eight meters wide.

The bottom is covered with thick snow, yet it still cannot completely cover the sharp wooden stakes.

A massive drawbridge made of thick pine spans the moat, its surface covered with heavy iron plates.

On either side, four arm-thick chains connect the bridge, the other end fixed to winches inside the gate.

As the sun gradually sets into the western valley, the guards inside the town collectively turn the winches, the heavy drawbridge slowly lifts, cutting off the road to Border Town.

At this time, the shadows on the street inside the town gradually diminish, the cold weather forcing people to go home early to rest.

Thin Rat wraps his tattered cloak tight, leading two companions, crouched, into a dark corner.

The drainage ditch here is a secret passage used by smugglers to evade entrance tax.

Thin Rat glanced around, seeing no one, gestured for his companions to work.

His companions brushed away the snow, moved the slab blocking the entrance, only to find the hole filled with mud-covered rubble.

"Boss, the guards sealed it here."

The companion quietly spoke, tapping on it, "Hard as iron."

"Damned."

Thin Rat cursed, waving his hand, "Let's go."

His companions replaced the slab, smoothed the snow, and followed Thin Rat's steps.

They turned into the slum inside the town, heading to the garbage pit filled with waste and sewage.

Here too is a tunnel leading outside, letting filthy sewage flow out of the border town.

Only this passage is narrow and filled with a nauseating stench.

Even beggars are unwilling to pass through there.

But before they could approach, Thin Rat saw the rim around the pit, several fully armed soldiers patrolling back and forth.

"Even such a disgusting place is guarded."

Thin Rat muttered, eyes flashing with annoyance.

Sharp Fang clenched his teeth, teeth gritting, as if suppressing anger.

"Boss, even if there's no one here, it seems difficult to pass."

A companion pointed at the pit filled with all sorts of garbage, whispered reminder.

Thin Rat turned his head, the sewage inside all frozen, the pit hole surely blocked.

"What do we do next?"

His companion asked in a low voice.

Thin Rat furrowed his brows, took a deep breath, instantly choked by the stench and started coughing.

He clumsily covered his mouth, turned away,

"No choice, we'll have to fight our way through!"