System: Build My Own Territory

Chapter 905: Chapter 277: Wildfire (10,000 Words)_2

"If you run into any problems, you can have someone come find me at any time."

"I’ll immediately assign soldiers to help you resolve them."

"If there’s anything still too difficult to handle, you can report it to Lord Wesley in the Manor Castle."

Gavin bent slightly at the waist. "All right, Centurion Earl."

Earl answered, "Just call me Earl."

"If nothing unexpected happens, I’ll be leading this unit to be permanently stationed in Morgan Town."

"There’s no need for us to be so formal."

Gavin smiled. "All right, Earl."

Earl responded, then turned his head and said in a deep voice to the cavalry, "Make way for Agricultural Officer Gavin!"

Neat shouts rang out from the mouths of the cavalrymen.

"Yes, sir!"

As the shout fell.

The faces of the Free People were all grave.

Under their tense gazes.

The cavalrymen pulled on the reins in their hands, driving the warhorses beneath them to edge over to both sides of the road.

Seeing this, Gavin’s brows lifted slightly.

Of course he knew Earl was backing him up.

Without any unnecessary words, he strode forward between the cavalry and headed toward the town entrance.

The Free People behind saw this, exchanged a few looks, and still chose to follow along.

As they passed in front of the mounted men one by one, some of the Free People couldn’t help but raise their heads and steal a glance.

When they saw how those burly bodies before them swelled the sets of black‑gray Armor high and taut,

and how, under the torchlight, they gleamed with a hard, cold metallic sheen,

that iron‑steel-like aura of power made them hastily lower their heads.

Not daring the slightest offense, they followed in the column, trickling into the town one after another.

...

While Lynn was spending his days holed up in the canteen kitchen, grinding away at experience,

five days passed in the blink of an eye.

Not until the afternoon.

Having ground away for most of the day, Lynn walked out of the canteen a little out of breath.

He sat down on a bench not far away and took a few swallows of well water.

The heat all over his body gradually dissipated.

Lynn let out a satisfied burp.

His gaze shifted and he looked toward the Lord’s Square.

The stone rollers produced by Avery’s Stonemason Workshop had already been delivered back.

At the moment,

under the Farmers’ lead, driving the draft horses, they were already rolling and threshing the first batch of barley that had finished drying in the sun.

Each stone roller, weighing over a thousand jin, rolled and crushed back and forth over the golden mass of barley grains and stalks.

The stone rollers were made from blocks of granite, shaped into cylinders.

Wooden axles were fitted at both ends of the rollers, making it convenient to hitch and connect draft animals.

Apart from the Farmer in front driving the draft horse, another Farmer had to follow behind, constantly adjusting the position of the barley being crushed.

So as to turn the parts not fully rolled up to the top layer.

Then wait for the draft horse and stone roller being driven behind to crush and thresh them again.

Because the Lord’s Square wasn’t as flat as one might imagine, each stretch of barley had to be rolled for at least five passes to complete threshing.

The first pass was a preliminary roll to crush the grains off the stalks and ears.

Then the second and third passes were more detailed rolling, thoroughly threshing the portions that still hadn’t shed grain.

If the threshing still wasn’t satisfactory,

they had to keep rolling repeatedly until all the barley was fully threshed.

This too was a repetitive process.

However.

All the barley in the fields had already been harvested.

All that remained were the subsequent processing steps; even if things went a bit slowly, he didn’t mind.

As long as threshing was finished, once the Farmers completed winnowing and sieving,

this barley could be put into storage!

While Lynn watched the stone rollers crush the barley, listening to the low humming they made as they passed,

that strange yet familiar sense of déjà vu made him feel as if he’d seen it before.

Lynn took another sip of well water, and the sound of pounding hoofbeats rose from beyond the Lord’s Square.

Handing the waterskin back to Red, Lynn turned his gaze in that direction.

He saw a lone figure on horseback galloping toward the Lord’s Square.

When the horse drew nearer, Lynn finally saw clearly who it was in the saddle.

It was Gasper, the scout captain he’d sent to Kakasong City.

Gasper also spotted Lynn on the bench.

He reined in his warhorse seven or eight meters away, then leapt down from the saddle.

Taking big strides, a little out of breath, he came up to Lynn.

Gasper bent at the waist and said deferentially, "Master."

Lynn nodded slightly, met Gasper’s eyes, and spoke.

"Have you found out anything about Jon Zuck’s military strength?"

When Gasper last returned to the territory, he had already Instructed him.

As Gasper collected information from all over in Kakasong City, he was to find a way to probe the military strength Jon Zuck possessed.

Even though he had Boer gathering intelligence for him,

he also had his own operations.

Only by combining and comparing the intel Boer obtained with what Gasper dug up

would he have information of real reference value!

Gasper immediately nodded and replied,

"Master, I found out!"

"Viscount Jon Zack of Kakasong City commands a total of two thousand soldiers!"

"Of these, one thousand are fully armed soldiers responsible for patrols and garrison duty inside Kakasong City."

"The other thousand are Unarmored or in Cloth Armor; they’re responsible for guarding and patrolling the fields outside the territory, and so on."

Listening to Gasper’s explanation, Lynn’s brows furrowed slightly.

A thousand fully armed soldiers!