Chapter 4: Militia (Please Follow/Read)

, The Mysterious Calamity

Advancing, retreating, jumping...

Slashing, stabbing, defending...

Aaron held a Cross Sword, training by the book. Before long, he was panting, with large beads of sweat appearing on his forehead.

"Huff... This greatsword has strong lethality, but if I go all out, my stamina is exhausted in just a few minutes... On the battlefield, this is something to be mindful of."

In a life-or-death struggle, one's energy is consumed the fastest.

It is just as some say: if a life-or-death fight between two people lasts more than five minutes, it is just a performance.

Aaron understood this deeply, and he also knew that the initial clash on the battlefield was often the most brutal, and a soldier's stamina would be depleted rapidly.

"As long as I survive the initial dangerous moments and take care to avoid stray arrows, the problem of staying alive shouldn't be too great..."

He thought to himself, seeing Colin not far away, excitedly trying on a set of armor.

This was a gift from the Lord, a set of finely forged armor worth as much as a Knight's manor. Once worn, it provided incredibly astonishing defense on the battlefield and could further increase one's chances of survival!

As for Aaron himself, he only had a piece of Leather Armor...

Perhaps only when he left the territory would he obtain a set of armor and become a wandering Knight, and that would still depend on whether Colin was generous.

However, Aaron did not feel much jealousy about this and silently returned to the castle.

After lunch, he instructed the maid not to disturb him and immediately began a nap.

During the day, it was also possible to enter a dream.

Boom.

The same darkness, the same sensation of falling and twitching.

Aaron was already familiar with it; he opened his eyes and saw a dark ocean.

Numerous bloodstains and scales... were still floating on the surface of the sea, seemingly recounting the horror of the previous great battle.

He looked up and saw the night sky like a pitch-black velvet curtain, and... a Scarlet Moon!

"Damn it... The original Moon wasn't this color. But the Moon, or rather, satellites at night rely on reflecting the light of a star, so it has also turned scarlet?"

Although this world might not necessarily operate strictly according to the rules of his past life, this was the most reasonable explanation Aaron could barely come up with.

"I'm sorry... I really didn't mean it."

Aaron Sotos apologized to the air and then began to sense himself.

In this world, he was a pure observer existing outside of multiple dimensions. Aside from changing the sun last time, he actually couldn't do anything.

But tonight, the situation seemed somewhat different.

"I... can move?"

Aaron let his perspective zoom in, change... and finally confirmed that he had moved a very short distance. He almost wept with joy.

Heaven have mercy!

Ever since he started dreaming in his infancy, he had been standing at this Coordinate, and he had almost grown sick of the fixed scenery, you know!

And now, he could finally move his perspective!

"It seems that all the changes started from changing the sun..."

Aaron carefully recalled those subtle differences.

"Could it be, just as I guessed, that sixteen years of accumulation finally completed some kind of qualitative change... Although all the power I accumulated for sixteen years was used to change the sun, my essence also underwent some kind of change and won't regress. So, by entering the dream today and accumulating another unit of energy, I can move?"

Aaron named the slight enhancement he gained from entering his dream every day as one unit of energy.

And his movement just now had consumed this energy. Because it was only one day's accumulation in the real world, he had moved a very short distance.

"Being able to do this, it seems my life in the dream world won't be so monotonous from now on..."

Aaron let out a long breath.

To be honest, when he changed the sun before, he had to admit the madness surging in his heart, which contained some of his own dark and crazy thoughts, and even the venting of thoughts about destroying the world.

After all, for a person to be pinned here and imprisoned for sixteen years, it would be a miracle if they didn't go crazy.

"However, what will this mutated world actually look like?"

Aaron was somewhat expectant. Relying on the Moon and stars in the sky, he chose a direction and began to move.

"I hope there is a continent at the end of the ocean... although... I don't know what stage it is at now..."

The Sotos Family occupied the Lower Green Forest, with Sotos Castle as the core, forming a settlement the size of a small town, where over ten thousand people lived.

Besides this, over a dozen villages had been successively cultivated in the forest, and at the same time, some wild tribes obeyed their orders.

In the castle, there was always a standing guard of about a hundred people; this was already some kind of limit for the feudal era.

Of course, if a real war were to break out, farmers could be conscripted into the army to become Militia, but they didn't have much discipline or combat effectiveness. In Aaron's view, they were just there to build up momentum.

At this moment, Aaron was looking at a squad of Militia in front of him, just pulled from the fields, most of them barely clothed and equipped only with crude weapons like pitchforks, frowning incessantly.

'Guys like this, even if they go to the battlefield, are just cannon fodder...'

'A cannon fodder leader leading a cannon fodder battalion, it is quite fitting.'

Aaron looked at the messy Militia, standing in crooked rows, with no expression on his face, and said loudly: "I am Aaron of the Sotos Family! Aaron Sotos, your Captain! From today on, you must all obey my orders! Now, ten people form a squad, and you choose your own Squad Leader!"

He looked at the Militia, who had instantly descended into chaos again, and pondered in his heart.

In the feudal era, wars between the noble classes were actually very polite.

For example, during the Spring and Autumn period, fighting was very particular about etiquette; one could not even capture the enemy monarch, and one tried not to kill or injure enemy nobles, but rather treat them with courtesy while waiting for the other side to pay a ransom.

In Fusang and medieval Europe, the situation was roughly the same, and even descendants of nobles who lost their land were widely sympathized with.

The fact that so-called 'Prince's Revenge' stories could be staged repeatedly was precisely because of the existence of such concepts.

'But after all, this is another world, and the situation is somewhat different. This time, it's not for a wild boar.'

Two lords calling upon hundreds of hired thugs to brawl over a piece of prey might just be a form of entertainment for medieval lords.

But this time is different!

Aaron can feel the ambition in Theodore's heart; Green Forest is, after all, too small to hold two lords!

And the Davis Family upstream seems to have the same idea.

Then this war will inevitably be extraordinary, and it is also the scene Aaron least wishes to see.

"Perhaps, after this battle, one family in Green Forest will be completely wiped out..."