Richest Mogul

Chapter 1982

The soldier's words quickly spread from the city gates to the city, eventually reaching Kemp.

Kemp relayed the message to Manfred, who was intensely studying a battle map.

Manfred hadn't slept for days. His eyes were bloodshot, and his face was etched with exhaustion.

He stared at the battle map before him, watching the flags of various forces flutter. When he heard the news from Kemp, his expression didn't relax. Instead, it became even more serious.

"Mr. Atkinson, we won. Aren't you happy?" Kemp asked, his voice trembling slightly.

Besides those stationed on the frontlines, no one knew the hardship they had endured over the past decade.

For the last ten years, the barbarians had allied with the northern tribes, launching multiple assaults. Combined with the king's incompetence and weak officials, things had only gotten worse since Glen's death. Vlario had descended into chaos.

If it weren't for Manfred leading his troops and holding the line, the country would have long since fallen and been destroyed.

Manfred opened his mouth, but the skin on his lips cracked, crusted with blood. "This attack was only their first attempt. They will attack again and with even greater forces."

face turned pale at his words.

forces had been dwindling for the last decade, and now they were on the brink. Vlario had not sent reinforcements, claiming they needed to focus on defending the

were just trying to keep Manfred from seizing the throne.

In recent years, as he grew older, he had become

it was nearly impossible to accommodate

such a

of this responsibility fell on

would be doomed. The barbarians' cavalry would sweep through, and the common people would fall

few marks of it on Manfred's face. However, his eyes had grown even more

stood, Manfred

the soldiers take a moment to rest There will be another

straightened his back.

citizens left in the city. The men and women had all enlisted, and the elderly and children had long since

off the enemy. However, even without Manfred's command, Kemp knew tonight would be their final battle, the one that would determine their lives or deaths. Yet, Manfred

For the past ten years, Manfred had been alone at the border, and it

his eyes, and placed his hand on a book beside him.