System: Build My Own Territory-Chapter 741 - 249: This Will Be a War of Liberation (10,000 Words) (6)
The formation of heavy cavalry, clad in standard plate armor, wielding exotic long spears, riding Badan warhorses.
The formation of heavy infantry, also in standard plate armor, holding shields in their left hands and spears in their right.
The formation of light cavalry and infantry, riding ordinary horses, wearing composite armor, and wielding winged spears.
The formation of archers holding bows in their left hands, with quivers full of triangular armor-piercing arrows slung over their shoulders, and one-handed swords hanging at their waists, wearing half armor.
And the formation of light infantry, dressed in plate armor, holding wooden shields in their left hands and iron spears in their right.
The soldiers in the five formations stood in order, stretching from beneath Weng City to several tens of meters beyond.
Under the illumination of torches held by soldiers on both sides, their solemn faces could be clearly seen.
Rose, mounted on a horse, circled the formations of soldiers, ensuring everything was in order.
He glanced at the sky, then turned his gaze to the other end of the forested hills.
Suddenly.
The sound of galloping hooves began to echo from behind the formations.
Due to the forest and the current silence of the soldiers, the sound of galloping was particularly distinct.
Not only Rose, but also Wesley and the Earl, who were on horseback, couldn’t help but look into the distance.
Until half a minute later.
The silhouettes of cavalry appeared in the torchlight, approaching them.
As the cavalry came galloping forward.
Rose and the others finally saw the faces of those coming.
At the forefront.
It was none other than their Lord, Lynn.
Clad in black armor, helmeted.
A black cloak billowed behind him, swaying freely with the galloping warhorse, rustling.
Shortly after.
Lynn, riding Mo Ying, arrived at the very front of the formation.
The slightly weary soldiers, upon seeing Lynn,.
Their armored bodies stood even more upright.
Even their heads adorned with iron helmets were tilted upward, their eyes full of determination.
Rose Wesley and the others quickly bowed their heads, calling out, "Master."
Lynn glanced at them, "Are the soldiers assembled?"
Rose tugged the reins in his hands, making the warhorse beneath him face Lynn.
He replied, "Master, three hundred standard plate armor heavy cavalry, two hundred heavy infantry, three hundred and fifty light cavalry, five hundred longbowmen, and six hundred and fifty unarmored light infantry."
"In total, two thousand soldiers have been assembled!"
"The remaining soldiers I have arranged to guard the city."
Lynn nodded, "Very good."
Rose bowed slightly in response.
Lynn pulled the reins, turning Mo Ying beneath him around.
After a few strides, Lynn stood squarely facing the formations of soldiers ahead.
His gaze swept over the faces of every row and column of soldiers.
Perhaps because these soldiers had experienced several battles, their faces no longer showed obvious fear.
Or perhaps it was because Lynn was standing in front of them, scrutinizing them.
Their eyes were filled with fervor and resolve.
Because standing before them, their Lord Lynn was reviewing their military appearance and discipline.
Looking at the variously shaped but spirited faces.
Lynn inhaled a breath of air, and in a deep voice, spoke to the soldiers.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I am your Lord—Lynn!"
Upon hearing Lynn’s name from his mouth, the soldiers’ faces were full of solemnity.
"Perhaps, many of you still don’t know why Rose woke you from your slumber, assembled and lined you up."
"Now, I can tell you!"
Lynn’s words gradually became forceful and resonant.
"For war!"
"For an external war!"
The voice was so loud, like thunder, reverberating throughout the forest, echoing in the ears of all the soldiers.
They all widened their eyes, staring straight at their Lord on horseback in front of them.
Lynn’s voice continued.
"Upon hearing this, perhaps you become confused, puzzled."
"In the current territory, there is grain if we need grain, soldiers if we need soldiers, why must we wage external war?"
"Simply guarding the city walls, can’t we live steadily?"
The soldiers made no sound, not daring to make a noise.
"Indeed, that’s true."
"Under current conditions, unless a particularly powerful regular army comes to siege the city."
"This city wall, this Weng City, is hard for enemies to breach!"
Lynn’s tone shifted.
"However, you may not know."
"Now, in Morgan Town, the townsmen are suffering."
"Being forcefully taxed, head tax, transit tax, land tax, transaction tax..."
"They are miserable under the oppression of Frank Manor!"
"Among you, there might be residents from Morgan Town!"
"You could think about it."
"If now you were like them, subject to various oppressions, unable even to leave Morgan Town freely."
"How would you feel?"
Listening to Lynn’s account.
The soldiers from Morgan Town began to breathe heavily, their eyes widened.
Even becoming excessively angry, blood vessels showed in their eyes.
Lynn scanned their faces and continued speaking.
"Therefore."
"To free the residents of Morgan Town from such a life."
"To liberate them from their suffering."
"I, Lynn, have decided to wage this war!"
This time.
Not only did the soldiers from Morgan Town breathe heavily.
All the soldiers were filled with righteous indignation, clenching their hands tightly.
Some gripped winged spears, others longbows, or held tight to their reins.
Their eyes wide open, eager to fight.
It was only because their Lord was still on horseback, not having given any command to attack.
As soon as their Lord said a word, they would charge out of the city walls without hesitation, heading straight for Morgan Town!
Lynn’s words continued.
"For the townsmen of Morgan Town, this will be a war of liberation!"
"But for you, it might be a battle requiring you to offer your lives!"
"Who is willing to fight in this battle to liberate others, even if it means sacrificing their own lives?"
As soon as Lynn’s words fell.
A loud shout rang out from the front of the formation.
"I am willing!"
Everyone’s gaze shifted forward.
There.
A young yet robust man was riding a warhorse, raising the winged spear in his right hand high.
It was Earl Mendes.
The hearts of the soldiers trembled.
If it were someone else, they might hesitate.
But, it was Earl!
In the last expedition for military aid.
As a centurion, he was at the forefront of all the heavy cavalry!
The next second.
A succession of shouted responses rang out among the soldier formations.
"I am willing!"
"I am willing!"
"..."
