System: Build My Own Territory

Chapter 939 - 282: Rare Spiritual Guardian Armor (1W)_6

Dorian shook his head helplessly.

Even though it was now evening, and the temperature had dropped significantly compared to the daytime,

yet,

the weight of the composite armor they wore still made them sweat profusely.

Moreover, Master Lynn had once issued an order.

All soldiers and guards, except during rest, were not allowed to remove their armor at any other time.

Dorian naturally understood.

The reason Master Lynn gave such an order was to better protect the soldiers’ safety!

Previously, within Master Lynn’s territory, the city walls provided protection, ensuring life safety.

But now,

they were in Morgan Town, which Master Lynn had not yet fully controlled.

Furthermore,

unknown cavalry had previously approached the borders of Morgan Town.

Only by wearing armor uniformly could they avoid cold arrows from hidden enemies.

Without the protection of this armor, their flesh and blood would be no different from ordinary people.

This was also why, upon hearing the soldiers’ desire to bathe, he hesitated.

Watching them use linen cloths from unknown sources, soak them in the creek, and then wipe their bodies,

Dorian felt a slight stir in his heart.

Ultimately, he gave up.

Dismounting from his horse,

Dorian paced, observing the surroundings.

Thus,

he could both avoid becoming a target by riding and set his body loose after sitting astride the horse for so long.

After waiting several minutes,

the four soldiers who had finished bathing donned their armor and approached Dorian.

The young man politely reminded, "Captain Dorian, won’t you wash up?"

"It’s still early, even if you finish bathing, we still have time to patrol."

Another soldier added, "Yes, Captain Dorian."

"The four of us can help you patrol!"

Dorian shook his head, "No need, let’s wait until after the patrol."

After speaking,

he walked over to the horses chewing grass beside the road.

The four soldiers exchanged helpless glances and headed to their respective horses.

Mounting their horses, after a few prompts, the horses started moving steadily again.

Clip-clop, clip-clop,

the slightly disordered hoofbeats fell on the gravel road, creating a series of interwoven steps.

After washing, the four soldiers showed a noticeably improved mood.

Their eyes continuously scanned their surroundings, looking for any abnormalities.

The young soldier walking beside Dorian nudged his horse closer to him.

The young soldier seemed hesitant, wanting to speak but unsure.

Dorian glanced at him and asked, "Got something to say?"

The young soldier Du An grinned and quickly said, "Captain Dorian, is what the lord said true?"

Dorian looked at Du An in confusion, about to ask.

Perhaps realizing his words were unclear, Du An quickly explained.

"I mean what Lord Early conveyed after returning from the territory!"

"That every castle guardhouse soldier can be allocated fifty acres of farmland!"

"Moreover, as long as the soldiers complete their grain tax duties, the remaining crops belong entirely to them."

Upon hearing this, Dorian understood.

He nodded, saying, "Lord Early was personally appointed as Centurion by the Lord."

"His transmission of the Lord’s directives is not false."

Du An’s eyes shone brighter, and he continued to ask.

"Then Captain Dorian, can we, who were dispatched from the territory, also get fifty acres of farmland?"

Upon hearing this, Dorian hesitated for a moment.

"At the moment, I can’t give you a definite answer."

"Once we finish patrolling and return to the town, I will inquire with Lord Early."

Dorian shifted his tone and continued,

"However, I feel you should be able to get the fifty acres of farmland!"

"Since when Lord Early conveyed the instructions, he mentioned becoming garrison soldiers meant farming during the busy seasons and training during leisure times!"

"In other words, soldiers have become both soldiers and farmers."

"Although we were transferred from the wall garrison, we are also part of the soldiers."

Du An’s face was full of expectant anticipation as he listened.

Dorian turned to look behind him.

Not only Du An wore this expression, but so did the other three soldiers.

Dorian raised his eyebrows and asked, "What? Want to farm?"

Du An laughed, "Of course, Captain Dorian."

"Our family has been a farming family for generations, always relying on planting to survive."

"Captain Dorian, I don’t know if you understand that feeling."

"It’s like watching the barren land slowly sprout, transform into crops, mature into harvests, then be made into food to eat... the whole process."

"It’s like witnessing the beginning and end of a life."

"Most importantly, this life grows under my effort!"

Dorian summarized, "You mean... the sense of harvest?"

Du An thought for a few seconds, "Sort of, but not entirely!"

"I can’t fully describe that feeling..."

"But if we can get fifty acres of farmland and use the Lord’s agriculture techniques, we will surely have a bountiful harvest!"

"Apart from the public grain taxes, the surplus crops can be stored."

"Only when we have food at home do we have the confidence to survive!"

Upon hearing this, Dorian slightly furrowed his brows.

He then remembered that Du An was from the southern part of the Portlands Empire.

Rumors said that because of the witch, what should have been a harvest season turned into half a month of continuous torrential rain.

The crops planted in Du An’s village yielded nothing!

Coupled with military control and suppression,

Du An’s family starved inside the house.

Dorian understood.

Only those like Du An, who truly experienced hunger,

understand the horror of extreme hunger and lack of food.

Dorian nodded and said, "Don’t worry, you’re now a soldier of the Lord."

"The Lord once promised that he wouldn’t let his townsmen starve!"