System: Build My Own Territory

Chapter 1076 - 305: Yearning for War (10 000 Characters)_5


Chapter 1076: Chapter 305: Yearning for War (10,000 Characters)_5

"Pass on Lord Wesley’s order: the whole army is to increase marching speed and reach Boxi Town as soon as possible!"

As Earl’s words fell.

A chorus of shouts answered from the cavalry ranks behind.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!"

Listening to the cavalry’s response, Wesley felt a surge of unrestrained ease and satisfaction in his chest.

Not just Earl.

The cavalry behind him were just as hungry for war!

They longed to gain more military merit through war, to obtain promotion in office, to change their status and rank.

Wesley turned the thought over in his mind.

As one of the Commanders appointed by Lord Master Lynn.

How could he himself not want to build achievements, to gain more battle merits.

To let Lord Master Lynn see his Ability.

To win Lord Master Lynn’s recognition?

If not for Master Lynn picking him out from a crowd of refugees, appointing him as the Commander responsible for teaching and training soldiers’ Archery Ability.

Wesley could hardly imagine what sort of situation he would be in now...

Starved to death on the streets?

Or sold himself as a Manor Lord’s Guard?

Or perhaps died at the hands of bandits?

Wesley considered himself to have some special Ability in Archery.

But in a state of extreme hunger, with his stamina completely exhausted.

Even a few Farmers holding iron farm tools could easily end his life.

Wesley knew very clearly in his heart.

The grace of being recognized and employed was something he could never repay!

The only thing he could do.

Was to carry out any order issued by Lord Master Lynn without the slightest hesitation!

Wesley let out a long breath of hot air, pushing the thoughts in his heart down into the deepest part of his mind.

His hands tightened on the reins, giving them a quick snap; at the same time, his legs gave a slight squeeze to the Warhorse’s belly.

At Wesley’s shout of "Hyah!", the Warhorse let out a shrill neigh and galloped toward the road ahead.

Behind him.

The cavalry likewise drove the mounts beneath them, racing after Wesley in front.

Under Tim Jones’s guidance, the galloping cavalry column left the territory of Morgan Town.

They entered a stretch of ownerless, weed-choked wasteland that had yet to be cleared and used for Planting.

Here.

Belonged neither to Morgan Town nor to Boxi Town.

Because Kakasong City lay in a remote position and labor was limited.

There were many such weed-choked wastelands lacking in fertility in this Southern Border Land.

Only after they were cleared for Planting, and then reported to Marquis Duca.

Would this stretch of wasteland be assigned to some Lord!

At the end of the weed-choked wasteland lay a dense mountain forest of trees.

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According to what Tim Jones said.

If they wanted to avoid taking the main road from Kakasong City, they could only cut through the dense mountain forest between the two small towns.

Following an almost invisible track of broken stone and muddy ruts, they galloped to the edge of the forest.

Wesley extended his right arm, directly signaling the cavalry behind to halt.

Wesley narrowed his eyes slightly, scanning the forest ahead.

One towering tree after another, thick enough that several men together would be needed to encircle them, stood like forest sentinels, standing guard.

The trunks, twenty to thirty meters high, bore branches and crowns thick with leaves.

Blotting out the sky and sun, they veiled the heavens.

Even though it was now midday, the forest ahead exuded a deep, shadowy gloom.

Only when the mountain wind stirred the crowns and set them swaying did patches of sunlight pierce through the leaves, sprinkling into the forest.

Creating streaks of light like falling silk brocade...

A gust of mountain wind carrying the smell of soil and green bitterness swept over, and Wesley felt a faint, inexplicable chill.

Earl drove his mount forward to Wesley’s side.

He followed Wesley’s gaze and looked ahead.

Earl withdrew his eyes and asked.

"Lord Wesley, is there something wrong?"

Wesley glanced at Earl and said in a low voice.

"A forest this dense is a natural trap for a marching column."

"Whether it’s the tangled roots, or the swamps covered in rotting leaves, it’s all too easy for a Warhorse to break a leg, for soldiers to fall to their deaths, or to be swallowed and drown."

"At the same time, it’s a natural breeding ground for guerrilla bands."

"As long as the ambushers place a small number of Archers, or javelin-throwers, or set a few traps, it’s enough to inflict a fatal blow on a marching column."

"It could even cause an entire marching force to be wiped out in the forest!"

"Someone once said: ’I’d rather face an enemy ten times my number head-on than step half a pace into an unknown forest’!"

"To pass through such a dense forest is no different from gambling with your life!"

Feeling the gravity in Wesley’s tone, Earl’s brows instantly furrowed.

"Lord Wesley, then how should we resolve such a forest crisis?"

Wesley did not hesitate in the slightest as he spoke.

"First option: clear a path with axes and saws!"

"Assign soldiers to carry Iron Axe and Iron Saw and open a road, cutting a safe passage for the main body that follows."

"That way, we can effectively avoid ambushes and unknown dangers within the forest."

"But the drawback is obvious: the cutting Speed of Iron Saw and Iron Axe is slow."

"Second option: burn it out with fire!"

"Set the forest alight directly, burning away all the potential unknown risks within, ending it once and for all."

"But this likewise has a drawback: if the wind suddenly shifts, it’s all too easy to set ourselves on fire."

Listening to Wesley’s orderly explanation, Earl nodded, suddenly enlightened.

In the next instant, Earl’s brows lifted.

He seemed to understand why Lord Master Lynn had told Wesley to bring him along.

Lord Master Lynn wanted Lord Wesley to teach and train him!

Earl’s heart could not help but be moved.

Wesley shifted the topic and continued.

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