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Ron rode on his warhorse, wearing a dark blue cloak and the Broccoli Family crest pinned to his chest.

As he approached the front of the formation, his voice, now tinged with fighting spirit, resonated deeply as he faced the two thousand soldiers arrayed in formation.

"Gentlemen! The Grand Duke has passed away, and a rebellion has broken out in the Duchy. According to the right of succession, the eldest prince is the legal heir to the dukedom, and the others are disloyal traitors."

As a direct lord loyal to the Grand Duke, I cannot stand idly by and watch the Duke's throne be illegally usurped.

This is a betrayal of the Duke.

I hereby decide to support the eldest prince in succeeding to the dukedom and to raise an army in response to the eldest prince's call.

Punish the traitors!

"Baron Austin of Green Lake has refused to pledge allegiance to the First Prince and has colluded with the rebels. Today, in the name of the First Prince, I formally declare him a member of the rebels."

Ron spoke with fervor, each word clearly reaching the soldiers' ears.

He drew his sword, the tip pointing towards Green Lake Territory.

"Set off."

The army set off in three columns, advancing majestically towards Green Lake Territory.

The vanguard consisted of five hundred veteran soldiers led by Lauen, fully armored and armed, representing the most elite force in the territory.

At the center was Ron's spear brigade, accompanied by over a hundred low-ranking squires he had brought from the small garden, with Abaddon following closely behind.

The rearguard consisted of Hart's mixed battalion, which included cavalry and crossbowmen.

In the morning light, the entire procession resembled a long black dragon moving rapidly westward. Two flags fluttered in the procession: one was the flag of the eldest prince, and the other was the green flag with gold flowers of the broccoli family.

In less than half a day, the farmland of Green Lake Territory came into view.

Upon seeing the army from afar, the serfs abandoned their farm tools and fled.

We passed through several villages, but all the gates were tightly shut.

This defense was practically useless against Ron, but Ron didn't waste any time on this small farm.

Austin should have known as soon as they stepped into Green Lake Territory.

In order to prevent this old bastard from having the opportunity to escape with his wealth.

Ron ordered his cavalry to charge straight for Green Lake Castle.

Green Lake Castle.

Austin stood on the city wall, his fingers gripping the crenellations so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

He already knew that Ron was leading his troops toward the castle, but there was nothing he could do. The messengers sent to Blackrock Territory and Coldpine Territory had just set off.

Ron's cavalry arrived at the castle.

They patrolled around the castle, looking like they had him cornered.

Austin was frustrated. Now his escape route was cut off, and if he dared to leave the city, the cavalry would keep him at bay.

It would be better to hold the castle and see if we could wait for reinforcements from Blackrock.

With the castle and so many alchemical items, they should be able to hold out for a few days.

"My lord, they're here..." The knight beside him said, his voice trembling.

On the horizon, a dark mass of troops slowly advanced. Banners fluttered, and the tips of spears gleamed coldly in the sunlight. The spearmen at the forefront marched in perfect unison, their footsteps kicking up a long, continuous cloud of dust.

"Block the city gates!" Austin roared.

"All archers, put yourselves on the wall!"

Ron reined in his horse and gazed at Green Lake Castle in the distance.

The city walls were tall, the moat was three zhang wide, and the city gates were made of pure iron, which looked very solid.

There were nearly a dozen alchemical crossbows on the city wall, and hundreds of people were stationed behind the city wall, each wearing a full suit of armor.

Ron was amazed. No wonder he was the richest man in this pioneering land. Austin had amassed a fortune over the past ten years by occupying the port.

Just by looking at the defenses, you can tell that the harvest this time will be substantial.

Ron possesses an absolute advantage in strength, overwhelming Green Lake Territory in both the number of soldiers and the combat power of its high-ranking soldiers.

Therefore, Austin's arrangements only caused Ron some minor troubles.

After completing the siege machinery, Ron immediately raised his hand and ordered the front and middle battalions to attack the city, and also drew out the knights from the third battalion to join the attack.

Only the Little Garden Knights remained in front of them, refusing to make a move.

"Bang—bang—bang—"

Iron arrows from the city wall streaked with afterimages as they hurtled towards the charging soldiers.

These alchemical crossbow bolts pose a significant threat to knight squires. If they hit, a mid-ranking knight squire would be seriously injured, and could even die on the spot.

Fortunately, Ron had many knights, and the alchemical crossbow bolts didn't always hit the knights; more often, the soldiers were hit.

So after only two rounds of crossbow fire, some of Ron's knights had already climbed over the wall.

If even one or two sections of the wall are firmly established, the castle will fall.

Austin doesn't have that many knights to go up against Ron.

Sure enough, Abaddon, dressed in specially made armor and braving arrows, climbed onto the wall.

As soon as he jumped in, he began to swing his spiked club wildly, smashing more than a dozen Green Lake soldiers to pieces.

The section of the city wall near Ebadan became a vacuum, and the soldiers of Green Lake dared not approach from a dozen paces away.

This gave Ron's soldiers an opportunity, and in just a short while, four or five more knights climbed up.

The city wall was in complete chaos.

When Ron saw that Eba had taken the throne, all he knew was that the castle had been captured.

He took out his binoculars and began searching for Austin's location.

Austin was dragged back by his bodyguards; his face was ashen and his lips trembled.

He never imagined that his castle defenses, built at great expense, would be breached and taken over in less than half a day.

He couldn't understand where Ron got so many knights and squires, and that perverted bald thug.

His own mid-ranking knight squire went up and had his head smashed open with a single blow.

This sudden movement completely threw Austin into a panic.

Then he saw the bald man carrying a huge spiked club rushing towards him.

Along the way, whether soldiers or knights, he swept his staff across them, exploding red and white ones all over the ground.

"Surrender! I surrender!" Austin pushed aside his guards and shouted at Abaddon.

His psychological defenses were completely shattered by Abaddon's spiked club.

With Austin's surrender, the resistance on the city walls gradually subsided.

The city gate creaked open.

Austin walked out alone, clutching his noble medals, his steps heavy. There were no attendants or guards behind him, only a deathly silence.

He walked up to Ronma, knelt down, and held the badge high above his head.

"Baron Ron... I surrender. Green Lake Territory is yours. I only beg you to spare my life and let me leave with my family."

Ron looked down at him.

This once arrogant baron now resembles a stray dog.

Ron dismounted and walked up to Austin, raising his hand and slapping him across the right cheek.

He was making "tsk tsk" sounds as he looked Austin up and down.

"I still prefer your previous rebellious self; please try to revert to that."

The other person looked embarrassed but still managed a fawning smile: "I was blind back then and offended you, Baron Ron. Please forgive my offense."

"I have left all the valuables and sprites in the castle, hoping you will spare my life for the sake of these riches."

Ron's expression was strange, and he sneered, "How can you not understand? Surrendering before the attack is surrender; once the city falls, you're a prisoner."

You can't use my things to buy your life!

"Do you have anything else that can buy your life?"

"All my wealth is here," the other person replied, trembling.

Ron shrugged helplessly: "Well, there's nothing we can do about that!"

Austin jerked his head up, his eyes wide: "No! You, you! You're going to kill me? According to the rules after a conflict between nobles..."

A flash of sword light.

Austin's voice trailed off. His head rolled to the ground, blood spurting from his neck and splattering onto the grayish-brown earth.

Ron wiped the blood from his sword: "Enough talk, you can't even see the situation clearly, yet you're still spouting nonsense..."

Want to leave without money? Dream on.

You yourself are my wealth.

Ron is very frugal; even the smallest mosquito is a treat, and he can't let it go to waste.