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The next day, it was still snowing.

Ron went to the quartermaster to report his spoils of war. He had earned a total of 2,600 military merits from this conscription, which placed him at the top among all the baron lords.

I flipped through the military merit redemption table and found that the items inside were really good.

Most of them are quite rare and hard to find on the market, such as magic potion spirit insects, breakthrough aids, and formal knight training manuals.

However, the price is naturally outrageously high.

Ron's military merits were barely enough to buy a magic potion sprite bug.

After exchanging for a Jasmine Flower Fairy Insect, there were very few left.

The quartermaster kindly reminded:

"Baron, the Elf Insects are not in stock; they need to be shipped from the Duchy. Once they arrive, you will be notified to pick them up in Oakwood City."

Ron nodded in understanding.

The orc camp in the distance. Most of the tents have been dismantled, and the troops are gathering.

The captured lords were held in solitary confinement, watched over by several generals, sandwiched in the middle of the ranks, each one dejected.

Ron glanced through his binoculars and saw that Viscount Daniel was indeed there.

Laun leaned closer and rubbed his palms together:

"The orcs have really struck gold this year. They've seized over fifty territories and captured so many lords; the ransom alone will be enough to feed them for years."

"Have you encountered this situation before?" Ron asked.

"When I was a mercenary in the frontier, I encountered orcs marching south twice, but neither time was this large."

"This is the biggest loss the pioneering area has suffered in the past ten years or so."

After this, things should calm down for a few years, and other orc tribes won't be eyeing our duchy's expansion territories anymore.

In the afternoon, the orcs broke camp and returned to the northern wilderness.

As for the ransom transaction, it will be conducted in a special place after the duchy has raised enough money; it's the usual practice.

After the scouts confirmed that the orcs had left.

The Marquess of Windsor's messengers ran all over Sandstone Castle.

"Recruitment complete! Lords may return to their territories!"

Ron was cleaning his sword in his tent when he received the message.

He lowered his sword and looked at the messenger:

"Are you sure that's what the Marquis of Windsor ordered? His exact words were that the conscription is over and the lord may return to his territory."

Messenger: "Sir, that's exactly what the Marquis said."

Ron told him to leave, and then paced back and forth, deep in thought.

Recruitment is over!

Recruitment has ended...

Suddenly, an idea popped into Ron's mind.

He summoned Lauenhardt and gave him instructions:

"Have the soldiers pack their things, hide them, and leave the city in small groups disguised as mercenaries."

"Keep an eye on the city gates. Once one lord has left, we'll depart. Don't dismantle the tents at the encampment; leave them there."

After giving the two orders, Ron stepped out of the tent and looked at the cheering soldiers on the city wall, but he felt surprisingly calm.

After making some purchases at the shops in the city, some impatient lords finally left the city.

Ron immediately led Lauenhart and the others away quietly.

Once outside the city, they found the soldiers who had come out earlier; there were only a dozen or so left, and nearly forty had died on this trip.

The rest were all knights, and two of them had already broken through to become mid-level knight squires.

It was the five low-ranking members Ron brought from his family, plus the remaining two.

These two are truly lacking in talent, and Ron is no longer planning to waste resources on them.

After reuniting, Ron led his men on a frantic run.

The heavy snow hadn't stopped, the roads were difficult to walk on, the horses' hooves kept slipping, and their hair was covered in ice crystals.

Following behind, Laun couldn't help but ask, "Sir, why the rush?"

Ron gave a wicked smile.

"Destination: Linshui Territory!!!"

Laun and Hart were also shocked and speechless for a moment.

"But...but Marquis Mammon said that the lord is not allowed to cause trouble at this time!" Hart said, trembling.

"The lords were not allowed to cause trouble during the conscription period, but the conscription is now over!"

Ron didn't even turn his head: "Besides, it was all done by bandits, what does it have to do with us? We're still on our way."

The two agreed that it made sense, and then they became excited, energized, and led their soldiers to continue the raid.

Fortunately, all the soldiers are now knights, otherwise half of them would have died just from traveling.

The group moved quickly. Ron rode at the front, feeding his horse some "healing potions," hoping only that the horses could make it back.

He knew in his heart that he was racing against time.

Boris left later than him, and at the normal pace, it would take him at least three days to return to the Waterfront Territory.

Traveling in the snow is difficult and may take even longer. If Boris waits until the snow stops before setting off, things could get interesting.

The current defenses of Linshui Territory are definitely not strong enough to stop Ron, a level one life form.

The thought of what would happen next made Ron's body tremble with excitement, and his mind became unusually active.

In just over two days, Ron arrived at Coldpine Territory.

It wasn't that the people couldn't hold on, it was that the horse ran itself to death.

These past two days, apart from necessary rest, they have been traveling day and night.

They rested using several tents that Ron had bought and stored in his spatial storage beforehand.

Hart leaned closer to Ron and said:

"My lord, if we stop now, the horses will be unable to get up, and the knights will be unable to hold on either."

Even Ron was feeling a bit tired, so his men must have reached their limit.

"Then let's rest for half a day, recharge our energy, and take down the waterfront castle in one fell swoop," Ron said after thinking for a moment.

Ron has been thinking about this for the past couple of days: should he go back to River Bend Territory first to replenish his troops?

After much hesitation, I decided to give up.

This time, he not only wanted to plunder Linshui Territory, but also planned to eliminate Boris in one fell swoop.

If Boris comes from the river bend and discovers something amiss, it would be a loss for him.

Furthermore, this also serves to prevent Boris from having any ulterior motives, so the troops in the territory cannot be moved.

At night, Ron led his men into Linshui Territory.

They bypassed all the outposts along the way without alerting any guards.

The castle of Linshui Territory came into view.

From a distance, the castle in Linshuiling is built on high ground and occupies a considerable area. The walls are made of bluestone and are two stories high.

The main gate is at the front, made of sheet metal covered with wood, and looks sturdy. There is a watchtower on each side, with torches lit on top and guards patrolling. Every few steps along the city wall are crenellations, behind which people can hide.

"This won't be easy," Laun said in a low voice.

"The main gate is too sturdy, and the city walls are too high."

"Stay a little longer and observe their posts," Ron said.

Ron hadn't originally intended to launch a full-scale attack. If he had, he might have been able to take the city with his own strength, but he would have suffered many casualties and the commotion would have been enormous. It would have made it much harder for him to outmaneuver Boris.

Therefore, the only option is to outsmart the enemy, that is, to launch a surprise attack.

In the latter half of the night, Ron took only Lauenhart to a corner of the castle, a spot he had scouted during the day, and took out the iron claws he had prepared in advance from his spatial storage.

The three of them climbed directly onto the castle walls without being noticed.

On such a cold day, the guards were all huddled in their watchtower rooms, and the nearby lords had all been conscripted, so the guards were quite lax.

This made things easier for Ron, who quickly dealt with the nearby guards before he could even send out a distress signal.

The small castle didn't have enough people to keep watch at night; shifts would only be taken during the day.

This is Ron's time.

They called on Lauenhart, and the three of them sneaked into the castle, avoiding the sentries' sight.

After tying up a maid and finding out the location of the lord's wife's room, Ron and his men sneaked over there.

Try your best to avoid the servants along the way, and deal with those you can't avoid.

They arrived at the door of the lord's wife's room very easily.

Ron decided that he would definitely keep more dogs on the manor in the future, otherwise he would be in big trouble if he encountered someone who didn't know any martial arts.

Ron had Hart and the other man stand guard at the door while he went into the room alone.

He circulated his battle qi and took in the entire scene inside the room.

Lying on the bed was a fair-skinned woman in her mid-twenties with a slender figure and a beautiful face.

Is this the Baroness?!

It really tastes delicious.

Ron carefully examined the woman in front of him in the darkness. Tsk tsk tsk!! The moon tonight was big and white, reflecting light.

The woman seemed to have been disturbed by the sound of the door opening and looked like she was about to wake up.

Ron immediately stepped forward and silenced the Baroness with a kiss.

"Madam, don't turn around, it's my elder brother!!!"