System: Build My Own Territory Chapter 1223 - 330: This Is the True Lord (10,000 Words) (2)

She needs to immediately arrange personnel to take over the land.

And arrange farmers to start cultivation and planting.

It was just September.

Whether it’s her Wells Manor or other estate territories, they are all engaged in fervent labor.

As for what Lord Lynn said earlier about having armored cavalry bring back everything from the two manors...

Helena was not surprised at all.

Lord Lynn calls the armored cavalry and launches external wars, naturally to yield results.

Especially for a lord like Lynn, it is especially true.

Everything done is for personal or territorial interests!

Descending the city wall steps, she arrived at the vacant plaza within the Manor Castle.

With Lorenzo extending his right arm as a helpful hand, Helena seated herself inside the carriage compartment.

Waiting outside the Manor Castle, a series of thunderous roars echoed.

Helena spoke to Lorenzo.

"Set off, return to Wells Manor!"

Lorenzo, who was waiting on horseback, quickly responded.

"Yes, Lady Helena!"

Lorenzo lightly squeezed the horse under him with his legs, went to the front of the carriage convoy, and shouted.

"Set off!"

"Return to Wells Manor!"

As Lorenzo’s shout fell, sounds of driving the horses continued to rise.

Amidst the sounds of hoofbeats and rolling carriage wheels.

The convoy moved towards outside of the Manor Castle.

As the carriage drove out of the Manor Castle, Helena glanced forward.

Due to the large-scale cavalry force rushing past, dust was everywhere in front.

Blown by the gentle breeze, it continually dispersed.

And the direction the cavalry team rushed forward was Alba Town!

Perhaps knowing the situation in Alba Town is about to change.

Helena’s heart was full of complexity and excitement.

All these because of the existence of Lord Lynn!

Sitting on the cushioned seat in the carriage compartment, Helena suddenly thought of something.

Her body slightly tilted, eyes peering through the carriage window, lifting her head to look at the top of the city wall behind her.

That tall figure had already disappeared...

Inside the reception hall.

Lynn was seated on the Eagle Throne, seemingly ready to soar.

His right elbow was rested on the armrest, hand curved, under the chin.

With a thought, Lynn opened the [Resource Management] panel for a check.

[Adult Work Bulls]: One thousand one hundred heads

Seeing this number, Lynn’s eyebrows involuntarily raised.

Thinking anew, Lynn felt relieved.

The eleven hundred work bulls were acquired from traveling merchants and added up from several estates in five small towns.

Of course.

The work bulls acquired from trading were but a minority.

The majority were seized from waging wars outside.

Morgan Town now retains six hundred and forty adult work bulls!

If equipped with three hundred and twenty sets of wheel plows.

For cultivation and planting on Morgan Town’s farmland.

Plus hundreds of draft horses for cargo traction transportation.

Short-term wise.

The current stock of animal power is naturally sufficient for Gavin and Wesley to use.

However.

The wheel plow equipment can only be arranged after Lynn returns to the territory and apprentices forge and produce them.

Suppressing the thoughts in his heart, Lynn rose from the Eagle Throne, walking out toward the reception hall.

Calm words sounded from Lynn’s mouth, reached Red’s ears.

"Red, prepare the horses immediately, return to the territory!"

Red’s eyebrows raised, quickly responding.

"Yes, Lord, Red will arrange immediately!"

Lynn answered, his steps unfaltering.

Descending the city wall steps, arriving at the Manor Castle’s ground floor.

Several guards had already brought Mo Ying, waiting at the edge of the steps.

Taking the reins from the guard’s hand.

Lynn agilely mounted, gently squeezed his legs against Mo Ying’s belly, an urging sound emitted from his mouth.

Yah!

Feeling the familiar weight on its back, hearing Lynn’s familiar voice.

Mo Ying couldn’t help but let out several joyous neighs, stepping forth, rushing outside of the Manor Castle.

Riding on war horses, Red and the guards closely followed.

A group of seven or eight riders rode out from the Manor Castle, galloping on the gravel and muddy road.

Dust swirling, immediately drawing the attention of farmers on the road and farmland.

When they saw it was their lord riding tall horses.

Everyone bent low in salute to show respect.

Even though their lord had never ordered them to perform grand gestures upon seeing him.

Nor had guards or soldiers used whips to coerce them...

Yet upon seeing their lord,.

They couldn’t help but feel admiration and respect from the depths of their hearts.

As Lynn led Red and the others riding past the farmland.

Farmers, like waves, bent low one after the other, watched Lynn gradually depart.

Riding on the war horse, Lynn kept his eyes forward, constantly urging the Ink Shadow below him to speed up the gallop.

With a top-notch pure-blood warhorse like Ink Shadow, if galloping on level sturdy ground at full speed.

Its speed can reach sixty to seventy li per hour.

Of course.

This is also just the sprinting speed, without much duration.

Normal long-distance marching speed is about forty li per hour!

This speed may not seem fast.

But compared to infantry wearing full standard armor marching at a speed of four to five li.