System: Build My Own Territory Chapter 981 - 289: I Am Starting a War (10,000 Characters)_6

Red conveyed with a somber expression, "Lord, no, I merely instructed the guards to notify Rose to muster the troops."

Lynn acknowledged, "I understand."

His gaze shifted, once again directing towards the rear of the assembled ranks.

Standing at the very front of the seven hundred ninety-nine Pan Rock Iron Guards, Tyrone observed the soldiers arrayed behind him.

He bellowed, "Begin forming ranks, align yourselves!"

Complying with Tyrone’s order, the Pan Rock Iron Guards initiated movement with short, resolute steps.

Swish, swish, swish~

With measured, rapid paces, the Pan Rock Iron Guards transitioned from a marching column into a disciplined formation.

In a span of less than half a minute.

All seven hundred ninety-nine Pan Rock Iron Guards were perfectly arranged in formation.

Such impeccably ordered, swift, and precise execution of commands.

It is only achievable by soldiers like the Pan Rock Iron Guards, who have undergone systematic training.

Under the watchful eyes of Lynn, Red, Rose, and the others.

Tyrone advanced from the rear of the formation, passing his comrades, to reach the very front.

Finally, he halted three meters ahead of Lynn.

Tyrone proclaimed with a loud voice, "Lord, the eight hundred Pan Rock Iron Guards have assembled! Pray, issue your commands!"

Much like the resonant marching sounds just heard.

Tyrone’s words reverberated through the woods and mountains.

Despite the prominent scars marring Tyrone’s face, Lynn met his gaze directly and stated with gravity.

"Commander Tyrone, I specifically did not order you to assemble the Pan Rock Iron Guards!"

"My recollection of the orders I gave you was... to lead them in drills and restore their combat proficiency!"

Tyrone maintained his composure, continuing with a strong voice, "I comprehend, my Lord."

Lynn's brow furrowed slightly, awaiting his explanation.

Tyrone elaborated, "I am aware that our Lord desires us to regain our former combat capabilities through rigorous training and to possess formidable fighting prowess."

"However, my Lord, the eight hundred Pan Rock Iron Guards are in need of genuine combat!"

"This sentiment is not solely mine, but reflects the desires of every single Pan Rock Iron Guard!"

"In your esteemed view, my Lord, we are merely a contingent of prisoners of war who surrendered and deserted their posts for the sake of survival."

"We are deemed unworthy of pledging our unwavering loyalty to you, my Lord!"

"Therefore, to unequivocally demonstrate our firm resolve to pledge allegiance to you."

"We humbly petition you, my Lord, to permit us to participate in the impending conflict."

"Kindly bestow your favor upon us, my Lord!"

Having concluded his statement, Tyrone’s sturdy frame bowed deeply, executing a formal soldier's salute.

The synchronized voices emanating from the Pan Rock Iron Guards at the rear resounded concurrently.

"Please grant us your favor, my Lord!"

Lynn remained silent, his gaze traversing past Tyrone to survey the soldiers arrayed at the back of the formation.

On their visages, within their eyes, were expressions brimming with fervent anticipation and profound yearning.

Full of an intense craving and a deep-seated longing for the crucible of war.

Lynn redirected his attention to Tyrone, declaring.

"Commander Tyrone, our territory currently lacks an adequate supply of armors to equip every one of you!"

Upon hearing this, a flicker of delight appeared on Tyrone’s countenance.

He swiftly responded, "My Lord, we have no need for armor. It would suffice if you could provide each of us with a single weapon."

"Then, we shall be ready to join the fray!"

Lynn's expression shifted into another frown.

Following a brief period of silence lasting a few seconds.

Lynn turned his head towards Rose, who stood beside him, and inquired.

"Rose, do our armories contain sufficient weaponry to arm eight hundred soldiers?"

Rose, who had been attentively observing the unfolding events while standing proximate to Lynn.

Upon hearing Lynn's question, Rose promptly replied.

"Master, indeed they do!"

"The armaments previously confiscated from the vanquished Frank Manor are presently stored within the warehouse."

"They have yet to be dispatched to the Blacksmith Workshop for the purpose of melting down and repurposing."

Upon receiving Rose’s affirmative response, a discernible luminescence brightened within Tyrone’s eyes.

Lynn gave a nod, stating, "Arrange for personnel to transport these weapons forth and issue them to the Pan Rock Iron Guards!"

Rose responded with immediate compliance, "Yes, Master."

Without delay.

Rose summoned a few soldiers, conveyed her instructions, and the soldiers promptly departed to execute the task.

While seated atop the Ink Shadow Horse, Lynn addressed both Tyrone and the assembled Pan Rock Iron Guards in the rear.

"I shall accede to your request, thereby granting you permission to participate in the upcoming war!"

Lynn continued, cautioning them, "However, I must apprise you beforehand: I am only capable of furnishing each of you with a solitary weapon!"

"Without the protection afforded by armor, you will be essentially defenseless targets when confronted by the enemy's volleys of arrows, or their formidable cavalry charges!"

Tyrone’s visage contorted, and he shouted.

"The battlefield represents our ultimate destiny!"

The Pan Rock Iron Guards positioned at the rear echoed his fervent declaration in unison.

"The battlefield is our final destination!"

Lynn bestowed upon Tyrone and the entirety of the Pan Rock Iron Guards an expression of sincere approval.

"Very well."

"I hereby permit your participation in the impending conflict!"

Having gained Lynn’s consent, a wave of elation washed over the Pan Rock Iron Guards.

Their Lord, it turned out, wasn't fond of mere spoken vows of allegiance.

Therefore,

They resolved to demonstrate the sincerity of their commitment through their deeds and their valor on the battlefield.

Lynn cast a cautionary look toward Tyrone.

"Even stripped of your armor's protection."

"For every Pan Rock Iron Guard you lead out, you must ensure they return!"

"From this moment you pledge your loyalty, your very lives are no longer your own!"

Standing before Lynn's warhorse, Tyrone met his Lord's gaze, his eyes brimming with profound gratitude and unwavering admiration.

His voice, thick with emotion, was barely a whisper.

"Yes, my Lord!"

For within his Lord's words, he perceived a genuine concern he had never before encountered.

He had never sensed such heartfelt consideration from anyone else.

Lynn acknowledged his affirmation, sending Tyrone back to rejoin his fellow Pan Rock Iron Guards.

His gaze then settled upon the assembled Iron Guards at the rear.

Perhaps it was the granting of their request,

Or perhaps it was the palpable concern echoing in his words,

But the loyalty index of the Pan Rock Iron Guards began to climb noticeably, rising with discernible speed.

He admitted to himself that he had harbored reservations earlier.

Committing the majority of his territory's armed forces to an external conflict,

Leaving behind a contingent of seven hundred and ninety-nine Pan Rock Iron Guards under Tyrone's command,

Posed an unforeseen risk to his domain.

Tyrone's request, for the Pan Rock Iron Guards to participate in this external campaign,

Had precisely alleviated his worries about the potential dangers posed by the very guards he was leaving behind!

As the soldiers meticulously equipped the eight hundred Pan Rock Iron Guards with the newly arrived weaponry via the double-wheeled carts,

Lynn gently spurred his mount, Ink Shadow, which understood the cue and began to move at a measured pace.

Lynn's voice resonated, deep and clear.

"You all likely ponder the abruptness of my summons!"

"Calling forth a total of three thousand eight hundred soldiers to assemble beneath these very walls."

The soldiers collectively lifted their heads, their gazes wide with anticipation, fixed upon their Lord.

Lynn's eyes surveyed them all before he declared with solemn gravity.

"I shall now reveal the reason—I am initiating a declaration of war!"