Summit Farmer

"Report, the Flying Star Army is approaching in this direction and is already close to us here," the scout sent out quickly reported the situation of the enemy’s arrival to Peter Brown.

"Your Highness, the Flying Star Army totals more than 12,000 men; they are an enhanced army, with personnel above Four Stars serving as soldiers, and their strength is very formidable. The soldiers stationed here to watch over us are merely the weakest among them, 2,000 Four-star Level soldiers and above, and they do not represent their greatest power."

Caleb Henderson knew quite a lot more about the Flying Star Army.

Peter Brown was sitting cross-legged there and did not show much change in expression, confident in his heart; if he could go through so much and still not defeat the Flying Star Army, he might as well slam his head against a block of tofu.

The group, initially somewhat worried, calmed down after seeing Peter Brown’s serene appearance, especially after considering how Peter had upgraded their combat capabilities.

"The forces coming our way must be their entire army, right?" Peter asked.

"Indeed, the elite of their troops are approaching. It seems they have discovered the situation here; this force is their kill squad!"

Peter Brown slightly smiled, "Everyone is skilled in the formation now, correct?"

"Rest assured, Your Highness, we are sure to win this battle!"

Caleb Henderson exuded confidence in this battle, his fighting spirit surging.

Dennis Brown said, "Although the cultivation of our military’s generals and soldiers here is significantly weaker than the enemy’s overall, with the formation, we have compensated for this deficiency. In fact, our overall combat strength far surpasses theirs, which they are unaware of. As long as we execute well, a single battle should be enough to crush them."