System: Build My Own Territory Chapter 1132 - 315: War, At Last (10,000 Words)
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Red, likewise, grabbed a horse and followed, under the watchful eyes of five patrolling soldiers.
Lynn rode his horse, galloping toward the farthest reaches of the farmland.
The small banner of the patrol immediately mounted a nearby horse and instructed the soldiers by his side.
"You two, quickly return to find and inform Earl that the Lord Master is heading toward the outskirts of Morgan Town."
"More soldiers need to be arranged to protect the Lord Master."
The two patrolling soldiers who had their horses taken quickly bent over and responded.
"Yes, sir!"
The small banner turned his gaze to the other two soldiers and continued.
"You two, follow me to protect the Lord Master and prevent any mishaps."
The other two patrolling soldiers immediately replied, "Yes, sir!"
Following the sound of horses’ hooves clattering.
The small banner led two patrol cavalrymen in pursuit of Lynn and Red ahead.
Da da~ da da~
The rhythmic sound of hooves galloping resounded persistently on the gravelly and muddy road.
Pushing the two-wheeled carts, farmers transported crops back to the Manor Castle.
Upon seeing the young and handsome man riding a horse, it was indeed their Lord Master.
They hastily moved the carts to the road’s edge.
To avoid blocking the road for their Lord Master’s ride.
Simultaneously, they bowed and saluted, their faces full of admiration and awe.
Had it been before.
As peasants, they believed.
Lynn was merely an invader.
Having destroyed Connelly Manor and taken them captive to Morgan Town.
As peasants, they were merely transferred from being the property of one Manor Lord to being the property of another Lord.
Thinking of Lynn as similar to Zock Connally, oppressing and exploiting them.
But after these few days of working life.
They discovered how different Morgan Town was, and how different Lord Master Lynn was.
Because.
Upon arriving in Morgan Town, they first learned what it felt like to have three meals a day!
Eating to their fill, their bodies filled with power.
They still needed to labor the whole day.
But no longer did they feel physically drained to the point of dizziness.
Moreover.
They heard from Gavin Agricultural Officer.
Should they be fortunate enough to be selected by the Lord Master to become garrison soldiers, they could be allocated dozens of acres of farmland.
They would only need to pay some taxes, then keep what the garrison needs, while the rest of the farm’s yield entirely belongs to the garrison soldiers!
Though Lord Master has yet to begin selecting and recruiting them as garrison soldiers.
Their hearts are already brimming with anticipation and longing.
As lifelong peasants.
They never dared to dream.
That someday, they would own their farmland!
Even if they have to pay a portion in taxes.
It would still be worth it!
You see.
As peasants, their status was even lower than plow cattle and draft horses.
They were far from being like the Free People.
Who had the right to lease land from Manor Lords or the Church.
To have farmland allocated to them for cultivation.
If Lord Master truly issues such an instruction.
It would be akin to God descending divine edicts, changing their identity and status as peasants.
What would be the difference?
In their eyes now.
Lord Master is no invader or plunderer!
But a liberator who rescued them from oppression and exploitation!
Watching the Lord Master lead a team of armored soldiers galloping away.
The farmers then slightly raised their heads.
Restraining the awe within and returning to their respective labors.
Amid the occasional commands of horsemanship from Lynn.
The horse beneath Lynn continued to gallop swiftly.
Pushing through vast harvested fields, racing over rough gravelly roads.
Lynn, leaving the scope of Morgan Town, headed toward the vast mountains ahead.
Apart from a few familiar merchants coming to Morgan Town and entering his territory.
Lynn never saw unfamiliar traveling merchants entering Morgan Town again.
Moreover.
Even Free People seldom came to Morgan Town.
Lynn thought carefully and understood.
Perhaps due to the Imperial Authority struggle.
Or perhaps merchants knew the situation in Morgan Town had changed.
Not to mention previously having the Iron Blood Bandit Corps wreaking havoc within Morgan Town.
Whether merchants or Free People, they dared not risk coming to Morgan Town.
However, Lynn does not mind.
Lacking labor before, he could purchase peasants from a slave merchant like Grayson.
To fill the labor shortage in his territory.
Now he possesses a sufficiently strong military force.
He could seize labor through external warfare from other Manor Lords!
The natural growth from births in the territory could gradually increase the population.
The pace is slow, requiring significant time.
Only through external conquest and plunder can the region’s labor force experience explosive growth!
Amid the horse’s gallop, Lynn arrived at the edge of a forest.
Lynn looked afar, seeing mountains standing on the ground winding and twisting, stretching out to the distant sky.
Much like a natural barrier separating Morgan Town from Kakasong City.
Leaving only a gap between two peaks for passage between them.
Lynn’s gaze rotated, surveying his surroundings.
The forest was dense, ancient trees thriving.
The road ahead had transformed from gravel to an uneven stone path.
Observing the road, Lynn once again felt the remoteness of Morgan Town.