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Ron didn't waste any words with his men and went straight to issuing orders.

"Perrin, you'll still be in charge of logistics. I haven't let you sell any grain for the past two years. Get the grain and military supplies ready as soon as possible."

Siege equipment has also been prepared in advance and will be taken along with it.

Palin was already very familiar with this, and after receiving the assignment, he went to prepare.

Ron looked at his knights and called out their names one by one.

Laun is meticulous and steady, so this time he was assigned to guard the house, and two thousand of the three thousand soldiers stationed in the territory were given to him.

These three thousand men almost all possessed a trace of fighting spirit, and could easily defeat three or four ordinary soldiers.

The company commanders and battalion commanders inside were all middleman knights and their squires, and they were all fully equipped.

Two thousand men are more than enough to guard the territory.

They took the remaining thousand with them.

"Laun, go down and recruit soldiers. Bring back all the men who have been eliminated in the last two years. Put all those old, worn-out leather armors on them, and give each of them a spear."

"I want to see a force of ten thousand men when I set out for the expedition."

"yes!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Laun accepted the offer. Ten thousand men were not a difficult task for the current River Bend Territory. The eligible serfs selected earlier included not only men but also women.

Don't underestimate these people; when they pick up a spear, they may not be any worse than soldiers carefully trained by other families.

They might be slightly inferior in tactics and skills, but their physical attributes are probably stronger.

With these 10,000 men, they were divided into four corps.

Including those thousand men, let Hart lead them first.

It wouldn't be difficult to command some low-ranking knights and squires to serve as squad leaders.

Ron then recalled something else and added:

"By the way, have the three vassal states—the Old Cripple, Mrs. Martha, and the Broccoli family—each send two or three hundred people."

The broccoli family moved here more than a year ago.

At the time, Ron thought Margaret would be ready in three to five months, and then he could start annexing territories.

If the broccoli family were within the duchy, the Grand Duke would probably chop them up and stuff them to vent his anger.

So we moved here.

Of course, Ron wasn't telling the truth either; he just said there were benefits and to come quickly.

The broccoli family sold off their territory and came over happily.

Upon arriving there, Ron sent him to the east, to a territory he had casually conquered.

Of course, Ron wouldn't force anyone to come if they didn't want to.

The next day at noon, a dark mass of troops gathered on the high slope outside the castle.

More than 10,000 soldiers, their heads densely packed, covered the entire open field.

Hart rode past the front lines, his face pale and his hands trembling. Not from fear, but from excitement.

He had never led so many soldiers in his life.

"My lord, do you really want me to lead ten thousand men?" He reined in his horse, his voice tense.

Ron, mounted on his horse, scanned the phalanx:

"Yes! Relax, you're a full-fledged knight now."

There's still time; you have one day to adjust.

"Remember my instructions. The day after we leave, you will lead these people to attack the Eastern Graystone Wasteland."

"Yes!" Hart replied excitedly.

As for where Ron is going...!

Of course he's going to rob that old bastard Marquis Mammon!

Ron doesn't need as many Pokémon or Pokémon anymore, as he can only make a few coins by conquering the surrounding territories.

What he wants now is a great elf, or even an elemental elf.

These are the things that are useful for his cultivation.

Of the surrounding minor lords, Ron only had eyes for those with well-developed territories, populations, and facilities.

If Ron launches a large-scale attack on the lords here first, Oakwood City and even the Duchy will certainly not regard this as a normal noble conflict.

Then we'll have to use the same tactics we used against orcs on Ron.

Of course, none of these mattered to Margaret.

But those nobles can run away!

They're much better at escaping than fighting, and by then the wealth will have been transferred to the families behind them.

Ron could at most ask for a ransom.

Moreover, if someone asks for too much, they might not want the lord anymore, and the heir will directly take over.

So Ron came up with this idea: to pick the fattest ones first and grab them all.

Moreover, after Marquis Mammon was taken down, the frontier was leaderless, and who would dare to attack Ron?

At that time, Ron will take Margaret to attack the city.

Those who know what's good for them will pay to save their lives and perhaps continue to be lords under Ron.

Those who don't know what's good for them will have their homes confiscated and their bodies turned into popsicles.

Seeing that Hart handled it quite well, Ron equipped the Knights and a few first-tier knights.

They headed straight for the valley.

"You locked me in the small garden again?"

Silver Dragon's voice echoed in Ron's mind. She had just come out and was about to go back in, so she was quite unhappy about it.

"It'll only be a few days," Ron reassured her.

"When you show up in a few days, we'll go on a rampage!"

Margaret snorted, but didn't object further. A flash of white light, and she was taken into the small garden.

Ron ultimately couldn't escape his fate of riding a sheep.

To avoid being spotted and to travel faster, he rode Abad's war ram across the blue sky and white clouds.

Ron arrived at Oakwood in just one day.

He looked at the tall city wall with a complicated expression.

This city has never been captured in more than a hundred years since it was built. The most critical moment was when the orcs attacked and brought it to the city walls.

Now, Ron is going to lead his people to bloom from within.

Ron first released a few men as his followers, and then the group swaggered into the city under the respectful watch of the guards.

Upon arriving at the manor he had previously settled in Oakwood, Ron released his knights.

There were five or six hundred people, fully armed to the teeth.

The entire retinue of knights consists of nearly half of whom possess strength at the mid-level or higher.

Each of them—Abbadon, Gray, Erin, and Selena—led a hundred men.

Once Ron gave the signal, they quickly captured all four city gates.

To prevent nobles and merchants from fleeing the city with their wealth.

The rest remained in the small garden, waiting to help Ron clean up the battlefield.

After making the arrangements, Ron took the gifts and went to pay his respects to that old man, Mammon.

Marquis Mammon was somewhat surprised to learn that Ron had come to visit. Ever since his attempt to test Ron failed, he had directly sent people to cause trouble for him offline.

They would target him with their orders from time to time, and Ron could only suffer in silence.

It's been going on for over a year now. Is this the last straw? Is it time to back down?

Marquis Mammon thought to himself, then grinned:

"Genius knight? I think he's nothing special, huh."

"Guards, invite the Earl of the River Bend in!"

Serve tea!

Fine tea!

Then call my granddaughters over...

Ron was led in by a servant and saw Marquis Mammon sitting in the main seat.

He wasn't on guard at all, and instead looked at Ron with a smile.

"Damn it," Ron cursed under his breath.

However, after confirming that it was indeed Marquis Mammon, he simply stopped pretending and released Margaret.

Margaret's enormous body instantly filled the entire hall, and her dragon eyes locked onto Marquis Mammon.

Marquis Mammon was utterly shocked by this sudden change, and then a chill ran through his body:

Damn it! They're coming for me!!