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Three days after the attack on the salt fields, the territory returned to a semblance of calm.

The guards' patrol routes have been tightened, but the knights are still holed up in the manor training, and no one is stationed in the village.

When the serfs were working, they would occasionally look up at the west side, then quickly lower their heads again, afraid that the foreman would see them slacking off.

Dick was taking inventory of supplies in the warehouse.

As he fiddled with the account books, he muttered to himself, "The saltworks are shut down, and every day that means a loss of hundreds of pounds of salt... The adults may not care, but I certainly do!"

"What are you muttering about?" Perrin's voice came from behind.

Dick was startled, turned around and saw Palin, then quickly forced a smile:

"Lord Perrin, I was just checking the inventory, nothing more."

Perrin looked at him but didn't say anything.

Dick said awkwardly, "Um... sir, is the matter of the salt mine really just going to be left like this?"

Perrin sneered, "What do you know? The adults know what they're doing."

Ron stood at the edge of the training field, watching Hart lead the recruits in drills. The wooden swords clashed with a dull thud, the shouts were in unison, but everyone could feel the oppressive atmosphere.

Perrin came in from outside, leaned close to Ron, and whispered:

"Sir, the saltworks inventory has all been brought back. The craftsmen at the tool farm are still working on it, and it'll probably take another four or five days to finish."

Ron nodded without saying anything.

Perrin hesitated for a moment, then said, "Sir, the people down below are saying... are we just going to give up on the salt mine like this?"

"Give up?" Ron glanced at him.

"When did I say I gave up?"

"This is a strategic shift!"

Perrin was stunned. The lord often uttered some incomprehensible words, such as "damn it," "big thunder," and "loli."

The people around them had gotten used to it and dared not ask anymore.

Gray returned from outside, looking rather pale.

"Sir, there are many more spies at the salt mine. Shi Xi led the most, and they even started fighting over the salt mine."

Are we just going to watch like this?

Ron glanced at him: "Didn't I order the people in the salt mine to come back? If they want to rob, let them rob."

These past few days have passed, and it seems as if the attack on Linshui Territory never happened; not a single piece of information has been released.

The news that Ron's River Bend had been set on fire by bandits spread far and wide, leading the surrounding lords to believe that Ron was an easy target and that they all wanted to take advantage of him. The fact that various lords sent people to him yesterday was proof of this.

It's obvious what role Boris played in it.

Since that's the case, Ron decided to play along and acted like a pushover, as if to say, "Go ahead and take it, I'll just guard the manor," hoping some fool would give in.

It now appears that the first to take the bait was the foolish son of the Stone Creek family.

Ron found Knight Laun, who was training. It had been almost ten days since Laun had focused on his training.

"How are you feeling? How much longer until you break through?"

Laun replied truthfully, "Almost there. We have enough potions; I estimate it will take another ten days or so."

Ron pulled out three bottles of his own concocted "special potions" from his pocket.

Place it on the table.

"I'll drink this."

Laun was stunned: "Sir, this is...?"

"This is a high-grade potion bestowed upon me by the Marquis of Cologne," Ron said, looking at him.

"The effect is excellent. Drink it half a bottle at a time, and I want you to break through within three days."

Over the next few days, Stone Creek Territory became increasingly arrogant, first by sending scouts, and then by sending in small groups of men.

Ron is still holed up in the manor.

At Stony Brook, Baron Peter and his men burst into laughter:

"Haha, this is just a lucky baron's second son, a spineless coward. I reckon the knights under his command can only protect his balls."

The subordinate chimed in, "Sir, shall we go for something bigger?"

"What's big?"

The subordinate lowered his voice:

"Let's just take over the saltworks. That kid's saltworks have stopped operating and all his staff have left. Let's send people over, take over the land, and boil salt ourselves."

"With that cowardly leader of the river bend, I doubt he'd dare fight us. If he doesn't dare come, then the salt fields are ours."

Peter's eyes lit up.

"Great idea!"

Next, the group drove into the salt field in a grand procession.

The leader was still the same slick-haired, powdered-faced foreman, leading more than thirty guards and several hundred serfs. They swaggered into the salt field.

The pot was set up again, the firewood was lit, and salt production began that very day.

There are also about 100 people building houses, looking like they are permanent residents.

The patrolmen watched from a distance, not daring to approach, and could only return to report.

Ron is currently sparring with Laun, who is breaking through to a higher level, helping Laun quickly master the power.

"Occupied?" he asked.

Gray nodded: "Yes. More than thirty people, and nearly five hundred serfs."

Ron was silent for a moment, then suddenly laughed.

It's time to close the net.

After Laun's breakthrough, River Bend now had two high-ranking knight squires, which was quite high for a pioneering territory, and from then on, the balance of power shifted dramatically.

On the third night after Laun's breakthrough.

Ron, leading all the knights and most of the guards, wearing masks and armor, reached the outer edge of the saltworks.

Under the moonlight, the outline of the salt field was clearly visible. Dozens of guards were sleeping haphazardly in the makeshift sheds, while only four men were on night watch, dozing around the fire.

Ron counted them and whispered, "Thirty-three. Try not to let any escape."

Laun stared at that spot for a moment, then grinned: "Sir, just you wait and see."

At Ron's command, everyone rushed forward.

Before the four watchmen could react, their necks were severed.

The people in the shed also snapped out of their panic and hurriedly prepared to fight back.

Ron set his sights on a middle-aged man whose fighting spirit surged, and he killed a fully armed soldier with a single sword strike.

High-ranking knight squire!!

I thought there would only be a few mid-level ones, but I didn't expect to catch a big fish.

Ron beckoned to Laun to come forward, making it two against one for justice.

The key is that Ron's strength is also extraordinary; he can overpower his opponents all by himself.

Ron's weakness is his lack of experience in fighting, but he is proficient in all the moves and, together with Laun, quickly suppressed their opponent.

When the other man saw that Ron and his companion were working together, he realized that things were not going well and had been thinking about escaping ever since the fight started. Unfortunately, Ron did not give him that chance.

Seeing that he could not escape, the man became desperate and tried to take down Ron and his companion, but was severely injured by Ron's powerful blow.

In the end, they successfully killed the high-ranking knight. Ron was alright, but Lauen was wounded by his opponent's desperate last stand.

The fighting continued elsewhere, and the two rushed into the shed to provide support. With their high-level strength, dealing with these soldiers was like cutting melons and vegetables.

As long as their fighting spirit isn't depleted, a high-ranking knight's squire can slowly kill off a squadron of fifty men.

The screams gradually ceased.

The shed was already littered with corpses. Laun stood in the middle, blood still dripping from his sword.

"My lord, five were spared. None of the knights escaped, but several soldiers fled."

Ron nodded and stood in front of the five survivors.

Among them was a seriously wounded mid-ranking knight squire and a low-ranking one; Ron had no intention of recruiting them.

Nobles generally do not accept surrendered knights; this is an unspoken rule among nobles.

After all, if knights could save their lives and even retain their property by surrendering, would anyone still fight to the death for their lord? Wouldn't they all just surrender?

This is a rule that benefits the nobility, and Ron will certainly abide by it.

If a lord is defeated and willing to pay a ransom to save his life, he will usually redeem the captured knights.

If a lord dies in battle and his territory is annexed, the surviving knights will become wandering knights, and few lords will recruit them.

In the end, most of them went into hiding and became mercenaries, while those who fell on hard times became bandits.

Therefore, the knights generally do not surrender, not only to protect their own interests, but also out of fear of bringing shame upon their families.

"Give these people a good welcome and see what information we can get out of them."

"Also, arrange for soldiers to keep a close watch on the serfs and bring back any who have run away." Ron was in high spirits; this was a huge profit.