##### Chapter 355: Lord Whiteford Must Be Cut Down
Those who leave their names in history are those who can do what ordinary people cannot.
This Lord Whiteford, having killed a woman who followed him since she was nine years old, is ruthless in heart, truly a formidable figure.
“South Land, this generation is destined for talents, but you should never have chosen to invade my Kisia. Because I am here, I have said it, I will lead the soldiers to confront your Lord Whiteford,” Robin declared.
Robin exited the hotel, his demeanor instantly shifting, becoming like a sharp dagger, his edges exposed. Lord Whiteford was destined to fall under his blade. Robin was always a man of his word.
“Where to, General?” a soldier asked Robin.
Short on manpower, Robin did not have Jeff Reczek accompany him, but instead chose a soldier.
“To the main tent.” Robin did not live in the city. He shared meals, lodging, and hardships with his soldiers.
“Yes, sir.” The soldier then drove him back.
Before long, they arrived at the encampment outside the city, where the Ghost Wolf Cavalry was stationed. This large camp housed three squads. His loyal troops were in the middle, with some younger soldiers on the left, who had enlisted from St. Sunday, and the returning scattered soldiers.
“General, a total of 120, 000 people signed up in the city, but following your requirements, I eliminated those who were not qualified and we now have 30, 000 soldiers left. In addition, due to our reputation, we have gathered 80, 000 scattered soldiers who have come to join us, so we now have a total of 110, 000,” Theresa Lindsay, dressed in a dark green military uniform, reported to Robin.
She was strikingly fit with a spirited demeanor. Dressed in the uniform, she indeed looked like a female officer.
“Maclean, Reese Daniels, where are you?” Robin scanned the area and asked.
“Here.” At this point, Maclean and Reese Daniels stepped forward. Reese Daniels was only eighteen, and he had been severely injured, but after several days of recovery, he was almost healed. However, his left sleeve was empty, which was difficult to look at.
But Reese Daniels remained extraordinarily optimistic: “See, the one-armed hero. Heroes are usually like this.” Even at this moment, Reese Daniels held his head high, his face full of confidence. This rebellious youngster had grown up.
As for Maclean, in his early twenties, he had also been through hardships. Initially, the soldiers did not accept this young man, but they were eventually moved by his fearlessness on the battlefield and chose to follow him.
“This army, led by veteran soldiers with new soldiers serving as members, will undergo cross-training to achieve the fastest possible learning curve. Also, Red Flames, I hope you will burn as fiercely as the flames, never to be extinguished. Maclean, you’re their general, Theresa Lindsay and Reese Daniels are the deputy generals,” Robin issued his orders.
Theresa Lindsay and Reese Daniels, both lacked qualifications and abilities to lead an army. One could even argue they were not even qualified for the position of deputy general. But Theresa Lindsay represented St. Sunday. She was the second leader of the pro-war faction in St. Sunday, with Robin, or Mr. X, being the first. Therefore, she had sufficient prestige to lead these new recruits.
As for Reese Daniels, he was the son of the border chief in South Province. He was well-known in South Province. In the past, people would not have accepted this second-generation soldier, but things were different now. Reese Daniels did not run. He stayed for the people of South Province, even sacrificing an arm. In Reese Daniels, the old soldiers of South Province saw the shadow of the old border chief. So they were willing to follow him.
As for Maclean, even though he was capable, he was still too young. This army could be a good training ground for him. As for the main force, of course, it would be led by Robin himself, considering the upcoming battle with South Land.
“Yes, sir.” Maclean, Reese Daniels, Theresa Lindsay accepted the orders.
“General, what about these people?” Jeff Reczek walked over and asked Robin.
He was referring to another group of soldiers on the right, a group of demoralized and spiritless soldiers, lying haphazardly or leaning on each other. These were the surrendered twenty thousand men.
Robin slowly walked over and scanned them, saying, “You have no way out.”
Upon hearing this, the soldiers lowered their heads even further. Indeed, they had no way out.
“But, it doesn’t mean you can’t fight for a better future. Honestly, I don’t know how to deal with you now. If I leave you in St. Sunday, I’m afraid you’ll betray us. After all, St. Sunday is so important, and you are from SouthLand. I don’t have that many soldiers to control you all. If you fight with me, you won’t be able to raise your hands against your own people. So, tell me, what should I do?”
Robin held his hands behind his back, looking at them. After a while, he added, “I have a nickname in the international community, ‘The Butcher’, because I have killed surrendered soldiers. After all, for people like you, who I can’t control and can’t accommodate, who also waste food, why should I keep you?”
Those words, heavy with the threat of death, sent shivers through the surrendering soldiers.
Kill surrendered soldiers!
Suddenly, several officers stepped forward and knelt down, “We are genuinely willing to surrender to Kisia, without any duplicity. We ask for a chance.”
“Giving you a chance, alright, tomorrow the army of 500, 000 coming to rescue you will arrive. This is your opportunity. I need you to give me proof of your sincerity,” Robin said.
Upon hearing this, the crowd hesitated.
Then, feeling the killing intent emanating from Robin, they shrank back. They knew that this man would show no mercy and would indeed kill surrendered soldiers.
“We are willing to serve as the vanguard to demonstrate our determination,” several team leaders said, kneeling down.
With the team leaders kneeling and declaring their stance, the remaining soldiers had no choice but to follow. After all, they had come this far. One after another they said, “We are willing to serve as the vanguard to demonstrate our determination.”
Robin smiled at this but his eyes flashed coldly, “Very well.”
Being merciful to the enemy is being cruel to oneself! After all, these men had the blood of Kisia people on their hands before they surrendered.