System: Build My Own Territory Chapter 982 - 290: March with Me (10,000 Words)

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Mo Ying’s powerful hooves struck the smooth, mortared limestone path with crisp sounds.

Their leader’s deliberate movements drew the unwavering gaze of the soldiers.

A shift in their expressions became apparent upon hearing their Lord declare, ’I will initiate war.’

Their eyes widened slightly, revealing a spectrum of emotions.

Lynn’s grip tightened on the reins as he continued, his voice carrying across the formation.

"Perhaps you ponder why, with the recent harvest filling our granaries and vast stores of grain, a war is necessary."

"Perhaps you are puzzled, believing the territory is secure behind strong city walls and the Weng City, facing no immediate threat."

"Perhaps you are baffled, considering our peaceful existence within the territory's confines."

"Why then do I summon you to wage war abroad!"

A quiet murmur of agreement rippled through some soldiers.

Lynn, observing their reactions, raised his voice.

"Now, I shall provide the answer."

"The current peace and stability you experience within the territory are merely fleeting!"

"Outside these borders, numerous forces harbor ambitions for the lands we inhabit."

"In our vicinity, there are the Manor Lords of Pulder Town, Rasio Town, Bo Xi Town, and Alba Town, all near Morgan Town."

"Further afield, Viscount Jon Zack commands Kakasong City."

"And even more distant, the Imperial Authority is embroiled in conflict, its war flames spreading..."

The soldiers lifted their heads, their faces becoming grave as they regarded their Lord.

They understood these were not mere words to incite them but the true dangers, present and approaching, that their territory faced.

Lynn’s gaze swept over their faces once more.

"Therefore!"

"As threats silently germinate and undercurrents stir beneath the placid surface, we shall strike with all our might!"

"We will utterly extinguish these nascent crises!"

"You may view this campaign as an opportunity for external expansion."

"Or, you can interpret it as a defensive measure, safeguarding a more secure and stable future for our territory!"

The soldiers remained silent, their attention fully fixed on their leader.

Their eyes, wide with earnestness, continued to meet Lynn's.

Lynn pressed on: "But there is one crucial detail I must convey in advance."

"This war will not resemble past conflicts, where our opponents were merely one or two Manor Lords."

"This time, we march against eight Manor Lords and one Viscount!"

"Their combined forces number a staggering seven thousand, possibly more!"

"And our own contingent stands at only five thousand!"

A fervent excitement stirred within the soldiers, their gazes alight with anticipation.

Observing their reactions, Lynn offered a nod of approval.

Despite the daunting numerical disadvantage, not a trace of tension or fear could be seen among them.

Instead.

Their faces radiated eagerness and a palpable longing for battle.

Lynn continued, his tone unwavering: "It is possible some of you may fall in this war."

"But I can pledge to you..."

"For every ten enemies slain, you will be promoted to Small Banner rank and awarded one acre of fertile land!"

The soldiers drew in sharp breaths, their excitement palpable.

They were well aware of the Small Banner promotion system tied to military merit.

However, the prospect of receiving an acre of land along with such a promotion was unprecedented!

"Even in death, your remains will be returned to our territory, to be interred in this very land you fought to protect."

"Your names will be inscribed beneath the Lord Statue, forever honored as 'warriors' to be remembered by all."

"Your families will be provided for, continuing to live with the dignity befitting the kin of warriors!"

Lynn gently guided Mo Ying forward, moving to the very front of the assembled troops.

He let out a powerful roar: "Now, who among you is willing to fight for this land, for yourselves, for your Lord...?"

The moment Lynn’s voice faded.

A thunderous chorus of assent erupted from the soldiers.

"I! I! I!"

"I..."

Listening to the resounding echoes reverberating through the mountains and forests, witnessing the fervent excitement on the soldiers’ faces.

Tyrone, standing at the vanguard of the Pan Rock Iron Guard, felt an uncontrollable tremor run through his body.

He understood that his Lord was skillfully bolstering the soldiers' morale.

Yet, even he found himself deeply moved by Lynn’s words.

Ten kills leading to promotion and land!

Fallen warriors honored, their names etched in history, their memory preserved for descendants!

And their families, assured of well-being and continued respect!

It could be said.

Their Lord, Master Lynn, had considered every possible concern for his soldiers!

For the living, advancements and land were guaranteed.

For the fallen, eternal honor and peace of mind for their loved ones were assured.

Such a military system, such exceptional leadership capabilities...

Even he, Tyrone, had never encountered anything like it before!

Lynn surveyed his soldiers, a look of profound satisfaction gracing his features.

Launching an external campaign, whether framed as territorial expansion or necessary self-defense.

A legitimate reason must be established for this war. Only in this way can the soldiers' fighting spirit be ignited, thereby elevating their combat prowess!

[Hint: Commander's Roar skill successfully activated, boosting the morale of the entire army; soldiers' Attack Power and Defense increased by 10%, effective for 2 hours]

Lynn glanced at the text panel and willed it shut.