Chapter 200: Border Dispute!

"Who are you? This is Storm Territory, the domain of Viscount Gervas. You have already breached the Iron Mine Restricted Zone of Storm Territory. Leave immediately!"

"Otherwise, Storm Territory reserves the right to take any measures against you!"

"Ignore them. Charge!"

Hearing the guards at the foot of the mountain ahead shout their warning, Pat spoke quietly to his subordinates and ordered the column to push forward.

There are at most three or five guards on this mine; unless they are tired of living, they would absolutely not dare to do anything to them.

Pat's plan this time was, just like his grandfather back then, to seize this mine first and take control of it.

Afterwards, he would wrangle and pressure Gervas.

Given Gervas's background as a minor noble, although he has become a viscount, there is a great difference between one viscount and another.

Once the reserves of the mine are confirmed, at worst he will tear up the contract and return the seven hundred gold coins to him.

"Damn it, stop right there!"

Seeing their aggressive approach, the mine guards were indeed afraid; while shouting in terror, they left their wooden gate post and fled up the mountain behind them.

"Speed up!"

With his heart greatly settled, Pat led his subordinates, their steps actually becoming faster and faster.

This iron mine mountain is not high, only about one hundred meters in height.

As long as they take the summit and quickly establish a position, then the most crucial part of his plan will be complete.

By then, even if that boy arrives, he will be powerless.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

But just as Pat's emotions surged, several sharp whistles shattered his beautiful fantasy!

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Several arrows rained down into the ground, their trembling fletching causing all of Pat's subordinates to come to an abrupt halt.

Immediately, the scene Pat least wanted to see occurred: that boy Gervas appeared from the mountaintop with his subordinates.

"Damn it, how is he here!" Pat's expression darkened.

"Viscount Pat, what are you trying to do? Forcibly breaking into another noble's territory counts as invasion, do you know that?"

Viscount Pat's face shifted through a series of expressions, but thinking of the immense profit from the iron mine, his eyes hardened with determination.

"Viscount Gervas, I do not intend to sell this iron mine. I can return the seven hundred gold coins to you, but you must return the iron mine to me!"

"Viscount Pat, listen to what you are saying. From the moment we signed the contract, the iron ore already belongs to me, Gervas. How to dispose of it is entirely up to me!"

"Therefore, what I want to say is: I do not intend to sell this iron mine. Viscount Pat, leave immediately. In consideration of our status as neighbors, I will not pursue this matter of your sudden intrusion!"

"But if you do not leave, then I will not be polite!"

"Not polite? Gervas, think carefully. Do not truly believe that because you obtained a viscount title through good luck, you are really a viscount!"

"Offending our Pat family will bring you great trouble!"

"Viscount Pat, is this a threat?"

"You can understand it that way. Gervas, if you dissolve the contract now, I, Pat, will not take advantage of you; I will return all seven hundred gold coins to you!"

"But if you do not hand it over, then I will take it myself. Do you think you can stop my eight hundred subordinates?"

"In that case, Viscount Pat, I tell you this: within three minutes, I need to see you withdraw from my territory, otherwise the consequences will be your own responsibility!" Gervas's expression also turned cold.

Seeing this, Pat was even less inclined to leave.

The other party's attitude made him feel that his speculation about the increased value of the iron mine deposits was fully confirmed.

"Hmph, Gervas, then I will let you see what the true foundation of a viscount is!"

Speaking thus, Pat turned to the vassal and guard captain beside him and said, "Charge forward! Anyone who dares to block us, show no mercy!"

This time, Lord Pa Ke brought all his forces: besides two hundred direct family guards and three hundred serf soldiers, there were also two vassals totaling three hundred soldiers.

Thus, the total force reached eight hundred men; he decided to give this Gervas, whose head had been clouded by good fortune, a profound lesson.

Yes, he always felt that Gervas's merit was mostly due to luck.

Although a little courage was also needed, besides courage, what combat power does a minor noble really have?

Judging others by himself, Pat felt there was none.

At that time, if it had been himself, he probably could have captured those tribal heirs just as smoothly.

"My Lord the Viscount has ordered: everyone, charge forward!"

"Kill!"

Hearing the order, the guard captain and the vassal immediately imitated the command, speaking to their subordinates.

Immediately, eight hundred soldiers began their charge with overwhelming momentum.

Under normal circumstances, a common minor noble seeing this would surely have been terrified into rout.

After all, Viscount Pat's foundation in this border region is indeed considered relatively strong.

However, he never dreamed in his wildest dreams that the opponent was not a soft persimmon, but an iron plate!

Gervas sneered, "Archers and crossbowmen, target the enemy! Attack!"

Fifty archers and crossbowmen quickly moved to the ridge on both sides of the mountain path, then rained arrows down upon those below!

Although they had trained for less than a month, the learning curve for bows and crossbows is extremely low; thus, the archers and crossbowmen's accuracy was already quite good.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

Thwack, thwack, thwack!

After a volley of arrows, a chorus of screams instantly erupted within Pat's charging column.

And this first blow instantly stunned the charging column.

"Damn it, what the hell is that? Why do they have such longbows? And why are there so many of them?" Pat's face turned iron-green.

"Pat, will you retreat or not? If you do not retreat again, I will no longer hold back!" No one gave Pat an answer; instead, Gervas's cold warning came again.

"Damn Gervas, you will regret this!"

Pat would naturally not be frightened.

Otherwise, how could he, Pat, hold his ground on this border in the future?

Moreover, those who rushed to the front just now were only serf soldiers; he did not care about them!

"Kieran, Vol, Berry, you personally lead the guard squad to charge up!"

"Except for that brat himself, anyone else who dares to resist may be dealt with as you see fit!"

"Yes, my lord Viscount!"

The two vassals plus Pat's elite guard squad immediately went to the very front of the formation.

These guards were all equipped with shields and possessed excellent defense against arrows!

Indeed, under the leadership of the three titled knights, more than two hundred elite guards quickly advanced to the mountaintop.

"Brat, I will make you remember today's lesson forever!"

In Pat's view, the situation today could no longer be reversed.

After all, his side had three titled knights.

Of course, there were also his two hundred elite guards.

But soon, a shout from Gervas above shattered his beautiful fantasy!

"Spearman phalanx, advance!"

Immediately, a phalanx of fifty spearmen holding four-meter-long spears advanced to the mountain pass entrance, directly blocking the entire passage.

Of course, Pat's subordinates had not yet detected the coming danger. "Charge up!"

"Kill!"

The elite guards in the front row raised their shields and launched a charge,

"Spear phalanx! Pierce!"

Puff, puff, puff!

Faster and more powerful than ten days ago!

The moment the spears thrust out, a continuous series of puffs followed.

Pat's elite guards, who had just been shouting to charge, froze in place.

"Retract!"

Thump, thump, thump!

The spears retracted, and the Pat guards, now without support, collapsed helplessly into the pool of blood!

"Damn it! How could this happen!"

Pat, who had been calm before, now had his eyes wide open, his eyeballs almost falling out.

Those just now shot dead by the crossbowmen were serf soldiers; it didn't matter.

But these were his elite guards; every one that died was one less!