System: Build My Own Territory Chapter 993 - 291: Blitzkrieg (10,000 Words) (Part 6)

The relentless downpour and fierce winds threatened to flatten the barley and wheat crops in the fields. Excessive rainfall risked submerging the fallen crops, significantly complicating the harvest and potentially causing the grains to sprout and mold, thus diminishing both yield and quality. Furthermore, as the crops matured over an extended period, their vulnerability to pest infestations grew. Not only that. When the crops reached full maturity and were left unharvested, the barley and wheat grains would naturally shed from the stalks. Or. Birds and field mice would be directly drawn to the fields to feast on the bounty. The crops in the fields would dwindle, day by day.

Lynn acknowledged, "I understand the situation regarding the harvest."

"Let Gavin continue to lead the harvest efforts; gather as much as they possibly can."

"Once we secure additional manpower, we will deploy more to assist Gavin."

Wesley offered a slight nod, "Yes, Master!"

In the subsequent moment. Wesley's thoughts turned inward. He pondered, "Additional manpower?" Indeed. His master was planning to initiate a conflict!

However, his master had not explicitly stated this intention. As a devoted household attendant, it was naturally out of the question for him to pry further.

Boom~ Boom~ Boom~

As Lynn's gaze swept towards the horizon. The distinct sound of synchronized marching footsteps, punctuated by the clatter of metallic armor, resonated from beyond the manor's castle walls.

Lynn redirected his attention. Bathed in the warm, golden light of the setting sun. A formidable army, their armor gleaming with shades of black and gray, advanced steadily towards the manor castle.

With Rose leading the vanguard, they proceeded into the manor's grounds. It wasn't until half an hour had passed. That all the soldiers had successfully entered the manor castle, and the imposing iron gates were slowly secured with the heavy clang of chains.

Outside the manor castle, save for a lingering cloud of dust, an profound silence descended. A moment later. Rose ascended the steps with swift strides, approaching Lynn directly.

Rose reported, "Master, all three thousand eight hundred soldiers have safely entered the manor castle."

"And following the established arrangements for the castle's garrison, they have commenced their meals and rest periods."

Hearing Rose's report, Wesley, standing beside Lynn, displayed a flicker of surprise in his eyes. "Three thousand eight hundred soldiers?" If his memory served him correctly, this figure represented nearly all the armored troops within the master's domain, which numbered no more than three thousand. This implied. Master Lynn had effectively mobilized the vast majority of available soldiers in his territory!

Lynn cast a glance at Rose and replied. "After marching day and night, allow them to rest thoroughly first."

"Let us proceed to dinner together, as I have battle orders to issue to both of you!"

Rose and Wesley exchanged a knowing glance. The two immediately responded in unison: "Yes, Master!"

As the affirmation faded. Wesley promptly quickened his pace, moving ahead of Lynn to guide the way.

Lynn, accompanied by Red and Rose, passed through the imposing main gate of the castle, which stood four to five meters high, and entered the grand reception hall.

Upon reaching the dining table, Lynn unceremoniously took his seat in the chair of honor, which Wesley had promptly pulled out for him.

The instant he was seated. The leather and wool cushioning of the main seat yielded with a soft, inviting feel.

It wasn't just Lynn. After Rose took his seat, a palpable sense of comfortable satisfaction registered in his eyes.

Having endured a day and night of riding, both the rider and the warhorse would undoubtedly be profoundly fatigued. This manor castle, certainly, did not possess the same amenities as the castle within his own domain. With the attentive service of maids like Kuisi and Janet. In this heavily militarized manor castle, only Red attended to his needs.

Under the watchful eyes of Rose and Wesley, Lynn selected a piece of meat with his fork.

"Let us begin eating!"

With those words spoken. Lynn unhesitatingly conveyed the meat on his fork into his mouth and began to eat with gusto.

Having resided within the manor castle, Wesley, who maintained his usual daily routines, was unaffected. Rose, who had been famished for a full day and night, naturally understood Lynn's current state. He too, without any reservation, grasped the knife and fork before him and started consuming his meal with equal enthusiasm.

Wesley, seated between them, observed their expressions and actions, his eyebrows slightly raised. It wasn't until approximately half an hour later. That Lynn reached for the glass of gin placed before him by Red and drained it in a single gulp.

As the comforting warmth of the gin began to permeate his body. Lynn, his hunger appeased, let out a satisfied belch.

As a man, Lynn never allowed so-called lordly etiquette to constrain his actions! Placing the gleaming glass back on the dining table. Lynn turned his gaze towards Rose and Wesley seated before him.

The two, who had been observing Lynn's meal, ceased eating the moment he set down his glass. They straightened their postures in their chairs, awaiting Lynn's directives.

Lynn directly addressed the matter at hand, stating, "The reason I mobilized the soldiers to the manor castle overnight."

"Is to execute a Blitzkrieg strategy!"

Rose and Wesley’s eyebrows shot up, reflexively echoing Lynn’s pronouncement.

"A Blitzkrieg strategy?"

"Precisely!" Lynn affirmed.

"I require you to take four thousand troops under the shroud of night, catching the enemy completely off-guard, and assault Alba Town."

"Before the other lords within Alba Town can even comprehend the situation, swiftly obliterate Connelly Manor and Louis Manor in a single, decisive blow!"

"Furthermore, seize all amassed wealth, manpower, iron implements, fowl, livestock, and every last bit of stored grain from both manors!"

Rose and Wesley fell silent, awaiting further commands from their liege.

"Connelly Manor fields a modest contingent of soldiers," Lynn continued.

"A total of five hundred personnel, comprising eighty cavalry clad in mail and leather, fifty archers, and the remainder are either unarmored or possess only cloth protection."

"Louis Manor’s soldiery numbers are quite comparable."

"Considering the caliber of fully armored soldiers I command, even if split into two detachments, their eradication would be a swift affair."

As Lynn laid out the details, Rose and Wesley offered slight nods.

Rose, the former second-in-command of the cavalry squadron.

Wesley, the final scion of the Don Quixote Clan, rigorously trained and favored by the Wind God.

They possessed an acute understanding of the vast disparity between fully equipped warriors and those lacking armor!

This difference was amplified exponentially when the armored forces advanced in formation!

A clash between such opposing forces would spell utter devastation for the unprepared, unarmored soldiers!