Chapter 1077: Chapter 305: Longing for War (10,000 Words)_6

"With the sudden attack command from Lord Master Lynn, even though the manor lord of Boxi Town is vigilant,"

"they would hardly expect an ambush to be set in this forest."

"However, to be on the safe side, it is still necessary to send a reconnaissance force into the forest to scout and patrol!"

Earl nodded at the meeting, pondering for two seconds before speaking.

"Lord Wesley, Earl is willing to lead a reconnaissance force into the forest for scouting and patrol."

Wesley glanced at Earl again.

Upon witnessing the determination on Earl’s face, Wesley nodded and ordered,

"Centurion Earl, I order you to lead a hundred-man cavalry unit into the forest."

"Clear road obstacles while scouting for ambushes or unknown dangers in the forest."

"If any abnormal situation is detected, withdraw immediately and report!"

Earl’s expression became stern and he responded promptly.

"Yes, Lord Wesley."

As his words fell, Earl spoke no further.

After dispatching a cavalry unit, he spurred his horse into the forest.

Until the cavalry disappeared into the forest.

Wesley withdrew his gaze, glanced at the afternoon sky, and called out to the cavalry behind him.

"Everyone start eating dry rations and replenish water."

"Once Centurion Earl’s scouting party returns, we will immediately set out into the forest, heading toward Boxi Town!"

A series of loud responses ensued.

"Yes!"

Wesley also took out hard bread and jerky from his pouch and began to chew.

Dry and hard.

Then, he took out a waterskin and took several large gulps.

An intense feeling of fullness immediately hit.

In a cavalry raid, it is naturally impossible to carry supply troops.

To restore physical energy, one can only consume the dry rations carried.

Though difficult to swallow, it is far better than going hungry.

Wesley dismounted from his horse, poured some water from the waterskin onto his palm, then extended it to the warhorse.

The warhorse immediately began to lick and drink.

The rough tongue’s texture was felt on Wesley’s hand.

It is mid to late August, and the weather is still hot, combined with the scorching sun.

Both humans and warhorses need a significant amount of water.

After feeding, Wesley hung the waterskin on the saddle and turned his gaze to Tim Jones not far away.

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"Have you ever heard of the manor lord of Boxi Town setting up sentries or spies in this forest?"

Tim Jones, who was chewing jerky, put it away upon hearing Wesley’s inquiry.

Dismounting, Tim Jones bent his kneels in a salute.

"Lord, according to Tim, there has never been a manor lord setting up sentries in this forest."

"Because this forest is really too remote, the roads have been abandoned for years, rugged and pitted..."

"Lacking merchant caravans to plunder, and deficient in stable water sources..."

"Even bandits are unwilling to establish nests or stay long-term in this forest."

"There are some poisonous insects and beasts, but with the armored cavalry led by Lord, I believe none of the beasts would be feared."

"Tim believes the greatest danger is still from the rugged roads..."

Listening to Tim’s explanation, Wesley nodded slightly.

Since there is no danger, it coincides with resting and replenishing for the cavalry while also providing Earl with a chance to train.

Even though Lord Master Lynn has not specifically instructed him.

Wesley can clearly sense Lord Master Lynn’s focus on Earl.

Accurately speaking.

It should be enhancing and improving Earl’s comprehensive ability through actual combat experiences!

Wesley has no concern regarding this.

With his current familiarity with Earl, as long as Earl is willing to listen.

He’s willing to teach Earl all the combat tactics and experiences from his mind.

Half an hour later.

Earl finally led the light cavalry troop out from the shadows of the forest canopy.

Seeing the waiting cavalry figures, Earl quickened his horse’s pace to approach Wesley’s side.

Earl spoke respectfully, "Lord Wesley, from the forest entrance here to the exit over there, has been thoroughly scouted."

"No trace of ambushed figures was seen in the forest."

"Some fallen logs and debris on the road have also been cleared."

"Moreover, I have stationed cavalry at twenty-meter intervals throughout the forest to monitor the area."

"If any unexpected situation arises in the forest, it will be known immediately!"

Wesley looked approvingly at Earl.

Earl is far more astute than Wesley imagined, making decisions based on the forest’s conditions.

"Well done."

"Notify the entire army to set out immediately and enter the forest."

Earl immediately responded, "Yes, Lord Wesley."

In Earl’s calls, heavily armored soldiers stopped resting and mounted their horses.

As Wesley spurred his warhorse forward, towards the forest.

The cavalry also spurred their horses, chasing after him.

The thunderous sound of galloping hooves echoed through the forest.

Frightening birds and beasts into flight and dispersal, creating a series of rustling sounds.

Just as Earl said.

On the road through the forest, every certain distance, a cavalry waits.

As Wesley’s cavalry troop reached,

they immediately spurred their horses, joining the troop.

...

The sun sets westward.

Golden rays pour from the distant western horizon as the orange-red circle sinks into the horizon.

Illuminating a vast expanse of cultivated and planted farmland.

Shining on a three-story manor estate and series of thatched wooden huts.

Peasants clad in thin, worn linen garments.

Even though their linen clothes have been soaked by sweat, dried, and soaked again...

Repeated numerous times.

They persist in enduring the heat, the blazing sun, working in the fields.

Not far from them, are guards wielding whips.

As soon as they show any slack or laziness, the guards’ whips will mercilessly strike them!

Crack!

A crisp sound of a whip echoed.

The next moment.

A painful scream emerged, followed by a trembling, pleading man’s voice.

"Please, don’t hit anymore... Ah..."

Crack!

"Ah... I was just too thirsty and wanted a sip of water..."

Crack!

"Oooh, I realize my mistake... I won’t drink, I really won’t drink..."

"Please, Lord, spare me..."

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