bookpub Chapter 1041 - 299: Please Punish Us, Master (10,000 words)_6
Chapter 1041 - 299: Please Punish Us, Master (10,000 words)_6
Even though he had planted a spy team led by Gasper in Kakasong City.
But to be on the safe side.
He still needed to set up dedicated intelligence-gathering and alert personnel on these transportation routes.
Only by obtaining first-hand intelligence information.
Could he quickly come up with countermeasures and organize effective defense or offensive methods.
Rose and Wesley, looking solemn, naturally understood what Lynn intended.
Rose bowed his head and responded, "Yes, master, I will arrange it immediately."
Lynn nodded slightly, "If there’s nothing else, go ahead and make the arrangements."
"Without rest for two days and nights, you must be tired."
Hearing the caring words from Lynn, Rose and Wesley felt a surge of emotion in their hearts.
"Master, you should rest early too."
As the words fell.
The two bowed and left.
Watching Rose and Wesley walk out of the reception hall, Lynn finally withdrew his gaze.
A look of contemplation appeared in his eyes.
The amount of grain and meat seized from Connelly and Louis Manor was significant!
But compared to the grain stored in his territory’s castle warehouse, it was a drop in the bucket.
Awaiting September, to complete the autumn harvest.
A total of 100,000 acres of barley fields, at least can yield 18 million pounds of barley!
Plus the barley, wheat and other crops harvested from Morgan Town, most of which transported back to his territory...
These few million pounds of food crops were even less than the leading grain stored in his territory!
The reason for storing this grain and meat in the manor castle.
Was to prepare for the likely attack from Jon Zuck’s army of soldiers.
The returned grain, plus the future harvested crops...
Based on the farmers’ consumption of three pounds of grain per person per day.
A total of 3,300 farmers, their daily grain consumption was only 9,900 pounds.
Considering soldiers’ daily consumption, which required more nutritious fine food.
Even at four pounds a day, a total of 4,800 soldiers’ daily consumption was only 19,200 pounds.
Counting the daily consumption of warhorses...
It was roughly estimated that the total daily consumption was about 30,000 pounds of grain.
With the more than three million pounds of grain brought back by Rose and Wesley.
It was enough to last all the farmers, soldiers, and warhorses in Morgan Town for at least three months!
Even though he had never seen Jon Zuck’s appearance.
But given Jon Zuck’s coveting of his territory, the conflict of interests.
Plus, he had just dispatched an army to crush Jon Zuck’s two supporter manor lords.
The relationship between the two was already like fire and water!
However.
Not even mentioning three months.
At most three days’ time.
Once the armored soldiers newly returned to Morgan Town were fully rested.
Before Jon Zuck Viscount’s army of soldiers could appear within his spies’ alert range.
He would not hesitate to dispatch armored soldiers again to launch an attack on neighboring Boxi Town!
To continuously weaken Jon Zuck’s armed forces.
As long as he could destroy all eight supporting manor lords of Jon Zuck!
He could incorporate a large labor force and grain from the manor, if nothing else.
Leaving Jon Zuck solitary.
Even if he wished to rely on Kakasong City to hold out.
How could he withstand so many armored soldiers and the numerous catapults and crossbow cannons developed and made?
In Lynn’s view.
No matter what decision Jon Zuck Viscount made.
Currently, Jon Zuck Viscount was already in a dilemma.
What he needed to do now.
Was to continually nibble away at Jon Zuck’s supporting manor lords and the entire Kakasong City!
...
Under the cover of night.
Caravans quickly moved along with the guards holding torches high for light.
Although the roads the carriages traveled differed.
The ultimate direction of their travel was the same.
That was a city surrounded by tall, sturdy walls.
On the city walls.
One after another, beacons filled with firewood were burning.
Providing light and warmth to the night guards on the walls.
And also served to alert beyond the city walls!
Squads of soldiers wearing standard plate armor, wielding long spears, patrolled in formation and marched along the wall paths.
The heavy footsteps and the clashing sound of plate armor assembled into a cacophony, echoing continuously.
Until late into the night.
A carriage, escorted by guards, reached the city gate under the city wall.
The burly man riding a horse at the front of the escort team shouted towards the top of the city wall.
"Baron Bruce McKinley of Boxi Town, summoned by the Viscount!"
"Open the gate immediately!"
The soldiers atop the city wall seemed to have received prior orders.
Without any inquiry, or identity verification.
With a sound of a heavy movement, the nearly five-meter wide, eight-meter-high iron gate slowly opened.
The burly man on the horse had no hesitation, immediately urging the stopped horse beneath him.
Leading the caravan behind him, they galloped through the gate into the city.
As the caravan entered the city gate, galloping on the cobblestone road towards the inner city.
The soldiers slowly closed the iron and wooden door again!
However.
In a mere ten minutes.
Outside the city wall.
Once again, traces of burning torches and the sound of galloping horses could be seen.
The soldiers stationed on the city wall gazed into the distance.
Two carriages, escorted by the guard team, were driving swiftly towards the city gate.
The loud and powerful shout was heard again as the carriage team reached the city gate.
"Baron Werner Nek of Pulder Town and Baron Mateo Foster, summoned by the Viscount."
"Open the gate immediately, no mistakes allowed!"
The heavy opening and moving sound of the iron and wooden gates once again resounded through the night.
The two carriage teams did not pause, entering the city and heading toward the inner city.
At the late hours of the night.
Such frequent sounds of the city gate opening and the galloping of horses and carriages on the streets.
Naturally caught the attention of some residents within the city.
They lit the oil lamps in their rooms, quietly pushed open already closed windows.
Peering through the gaps in the windows, they looked toward the cobblestone road on the street.
When they saw the various different family crest signs carved on the carriages passing by.
A sense of unease filled the hearts of the residents.
They could naturally guess.
The master of this city, Jon Zuck, was summoning his supporting manor lords.
In the turbulent times of the ongoing imperial authority war.
The Viscount’s large-scale summoning of supporting manor lords was certainly related to war!