He could already hear the sound of the cavalry's hoofbeats.
The man with the black beard quickly withdrew his gaze and shouted to the others.
"Retreat! Quickly retreat!"
Upon hearing the black-bearded man's words, several shadowy men immediately withdrew from the soldiers in front.
Immediately.
Without looking back, they sprinted into the darkness outside the town.
Dorian furrowed his brows tightly, his right arm twisting as the hand holding the longsword now reversed its grip.
His arm bent, then suddenly exerted force, directly throwing the longsword outward.
In less than half a second.
The sharpened blade pierced directly into a spy's back before emerging from the chest.
The shadowy spy didn't even let out a scream, falling to the ground, lifeless.
The black-bearded man glanced back and continued running towards the distant darkness.
Right when Dorian hesitated over whether to mount his horse and pursue them.
Rumble rumble...
With a series of low roars, squads of cavalry thundered past Dorian and his men.
Heading straight to pursue the distant fleeing spies.
Leading the charge on horseback was Earl.
Dorian understood.
Lord Earl clearly had no intention of letting these spies go.
Even though Earl led a group of heavy cavalry, all donned in standard plate armor.
But with the support of Badan Empire's warhorses, their running speed was naturally unmatched by humans.
In just two short minutes.
The four fleeing spies were surrounded by the heavy cavalry.
Under the five-meter winged spears, the black-bearded man could only choose to surrender.
After being bound by several cavalrymen, the four spies were dragged behind the warhorses, towards Dorian and his men.
On horseback, Earl observed the corpse pierced by the longsword.
He halted his warhorse, detached from the returning cavalry troops.
Earl praised Dorian, saying, "Well done, Captain Dorian."
"I'll report your achievement of intercepting the spies and killing one to Lord Wesley for a commendation!"
Hearing Earl's words, the eyes of Du An and his men immediately lit up.
Dorian bowed, neither humble nor arrogant, and said, "Thank you, Lord."
Timely discovery of spies, instructed Du An to report.
Intercepted the spies' escape and killed one.
These inherently belonged as their merits.
He certainly didn't need to politely decline.
Earl nodded in satisfaction and continued, "Continue patrolling."
Dorian immediately responded, "Yes."
After instructing them, Earl drove his warhorse to return to the cavalry ranks ahead.
Watching the cavalry depart, Dorian finally withdrew his gaze.
Du An dismounted from his horse, walked to the corpse, and pulled out the longsword.
Despite blood flowing continuously after pulling it out.
Du An's expression remained unchanged.
Having been through several battles.
Though still just an ordinary soldier, he had grown accustomed to the horrors of the battlefield.
Compared to this single corpse, the mass burial pits piled high were far more visually striking.
Returning to Dorian, Du An horizontally held the longsword, handing it to Dorian.
His words were full of envy.
"Captain Dorian, with such battle merits, I feel you're going to be promoted!"
Several soldiers beside him chimed in.
"Yes, yes, I feel it too, Captain Dorian has been through these wars and killed so many enemies."
"At least a Small Banner, or even higher, a General Banner!"
Dorian took the longsword handed by Du An, retrieved a piece of linen cloth from the saddlebags on both sides, and wiped the blood off the blade.
Only then did Dorian sheath the longsword.
"Stop daydreaming, whether it's Small Banner, General Banner, or staying the same..."
"Both Lord Wesley and Lord Earl have their own considerations."
"We just need to do our best, and that's enough."
Du An and the four others nodded knowingly.
Under their gaze, Dorian mounted his horse and continued.
"Let's go, keep patrolling, or it'll be daylight soon!"
In unison, the four responded, "Yes, Captain Dorian."
Taking a few steps forward, they approached their respective horses and mounted.
Led by Dorian, they continued executing their patrol tasks.
As for where the just-captured spies came from or their intentions.
These had little to do with them as ordinary soldiers.
Being their superior or the decision-maker, Master Lynn will care more about this matter.
...
Two days passed in the blink of an eye.
After breakfast, Lynn and Red left the castle early.
Walking along the red brick road between the towns.
At this moment, the Karedi Empire happened to enter August.
The harvested barley, after a fortnight of sun drying, crushing, threshing, winnowing, and sifting.
By yesterday afternoon, it was finally stored away.
Through information on the [Resource Panel].
He finally knew how many pounds of winter barley were harvested from the fifty-five thousand acres planted using 1.2 million pounds of winter barley seeds!
A total of 9.9 million pounds!
The per-acre yield of winter barley reached 180 pounds!
Compared to the rain-dependent random planting, an increase of nearly eighty pounds.
In Lynn's view, this was already considered a bountiful harvest.