Hughes frowned as he looked at the towering warhorse approaching.

He instinctively tightened his grip on the one-handed axe in his hand.

Watching the burly knight, he put on the full face helmet hanging beside him.

He took the lance hanging on the stirrup gun rack in his left hand and tucked it under his arm.

Hughes finally began to panic.

"Anthony, what are you doing? I was just speaking casually!"

The lance in Anthony's hand was already aimed at him.

His legs suddenly clamped the horse's belly, and the black warhorse beneath him neighed and started galloping toward Hughes.

The people originally following behind Hughes retreated repeatedly, fearing collateral damage.

Hughes was terrified and kept backing away, shouting, "Lord Anthony, I was wrong; I shouldn't have spoken nonsense in the team. Please forgive me?"

The warhorse did not stop, despite the rugged mountain road, it continued to stride briskly.

Its powerful leg muscles pulled, raising its hooves high with each leap.

Each time it leaped, mud flew from its iron hooves...

Watching this scene, everyone's gaze contracted and they held their breath.

The knight charged!

Twenty meters.

Ten meters...

The shadow grew larger in his eyes, and Hughes realized Anthony would not spare him.

Hughes crouched down, gripping his axe with his right hand, ready for combat.

Crack!

Boom!

However.

The speed of the warhorse was too fast.

The sharp and long spear struck Hughes' chest.

The great inertia carried by the horse knocked him off, flying three to four meters before crashing onto the ground full of gravel, lifeless.

Everyone's faces were solemn, not daring to speak.

Especially Hall, whose heart was racing.

Everyone's gaze fell on the towering knight.

He retracted the lance and removed his helmet.

Anthony didn't spare a glance at the corpse on the ground.

He pulled the reins of the horse and moved forward.

It wasn't until Anthony was seven or eight meters away that they resumed breathing.

Pressure!

The pressure from a real knight made them afraid to breathe.

Everyone exchanged glances, squeezed their horses' bellies, and followed Anthony forward.

...

Lynn rode along the lime road, flanked by unclaimed wasteland.

It was twenty miles from the village to the mountain forest, and it took Lynn two hours on his draft horse to reach the entrance of the forest.

The depth of the forest was five miles.

Lynn rode while scanning the forest around him.

The slope wasn't very high, mainly consisting of decomposed soil and dry leaves.

With a cross pickaxe or iron shovel, it could be leveled for a camp.

Halfway through the forest, Lynn saw villagers laying the road.

The remaining two or three miles would be completed in two or three days.

At the forest's exit, several chevaux-de-frise blocked the middle of the road.

About ten figures stood there holding iron spears.

Seeing Lynn, their eyes immediately lit up and they stood up.

They called out with admiration, "Master Lynn."

Lynn responded with a nod.

Riding on his horse, accompanied by several soldiers, Rose saw Lynn and quickly dismounted.

Rose spoke respectfully, "Master, as per your request, the chevaux-de-frise and guards are arranged."

Lynn nodded, "Rose, I plan to build fortifications here."

Rose's eyes brightened, "Master, do you mean to establish a gate?"

Lynn nodded, "No, a wall! A wall constructed from lime, sand, and stones, four meters thick and ten meters high!"

Rose's eyes widened instantly.

Even with chevaux-de-frise and soldier guards, they could only block small teams.

If a cavalry force of a hundred or eighty men charged, such fortifications would be instantly destroyed.

Truly, as the master said, construction of such a massive wall gate with soldiers defending it.

Unless equipped with heavy siege machinery, the wall gate would be indestructible!

In front of the exit was a vast open space, visible for four or five miles, with clear sight lines.

This was Lynn standing on the ground.

If a ten-meter high wall was built, the view would stretch even further.

There would be no worry about surprise attacks.

However.

The distance between the two mountains is about a hundred meters, with slopes forming an inverted eight shape.

On the slopes, there are full of men-sized trees, shrubs, and sharp rocks.

All of these need to be cleared.

Building fortifications at the forest's exit is indeed a large project!

Nonetheless.

Lynn still plans to prioritize this task.

Building fortifications to guard the entrance to the territory allows for farming without worries.

...

Lynn returned to the village.

Lime burning was underway.

Cartloads of stones and anthracite as fuel were being transported to the riverside below the Acadia River.

There, a hundred villagers were preparing to construct kilns for burning lime.

In one or two days, burning could begin.

Everything was proceeding according to Lynn's plan.

Lynn joined the group constructing kilns, rolling up his sleeves.

[Construction Experience +1]

[Construction Experience +1]

Little by little, experience was accumulating…

Until dusk fell.

The kilns for lime were almost ready.

After drying overnight, early in the morning the stones and anthracite would be loaded into the kilns and capped, ready for burning.

Except for the patrols arranged by Rose, all villagers returned to the village.

They ate dinner and sat by the bonfire, letting its flames dance across their faces.

In the light of the fire, their faces were full of satisfaction.

Lynn took a sip from his bowl of beer, and two figures approached him one after the other.

Colin quickly bent down, speaking reverently.

"Master Lynn, you were looking for me?"

Lynn glanced at Colin and Kuisi, nodding, "I need you to oversee the construction of the wall at the forest entrance."

After hearing Master Lynn's explanation, Colin frowned.

Standing alongside Lynn, Kuisi's face showed some surprise.

But, more than anything, it was anticipation.

Kuisi didn't understand why a wall was needed at the forest entrance.

But she knew that if a wall served as defense, they'd no longer worry about enemy attacks!

Thinking briefly, Colin hesitated.

"Master Lynn, I've previously helped other lords build castles, constructing walls... it's really difficult."

Lynn naturally understood the problems Colin mentioned.

Firstly, the collection of stone.

Surrounding the forest, there's plenty of forest, allowing close collection.

Transportation wouldn't be an issue.

However, relying solely on manual labor to mine and shape the stones was very challenging.

Next was the foundation, which must bear the massive weight of the wall, requiring the removal of surface soil to the bedrock.

Piling technology might even be needed.

Finally, manpower!

Not only must many stonemasons ensure tight joining of stones.

But massive manpower is also needed.

Transporting large stones relies on manpower, pulleys, ropes, and slopes.

He solemnly said, "I understand this, but... the wall must be built!"

The existence of the wall pertains to the safety of the entire territory.

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