System: Build My Own Territory

"Although the bandits' target was our horses and the grain on the carriage, they didn't harm us. Yet for Master Boer, this would be a tremendous loss..."

Upon hearing this.

I became increasingly curious about the Lord mentioned by my second uncle.

Ryan had told him directly that the Lord had built a wall here in the borderlands that exceeded the height of Kakasong City!

Not only that.

The Lord also possessed a group of soldiers clad in plate armor!

Heavy cavalry!

Seeing Mike remain silent, Ryan's words shifted, "Don't worry too much. Just wholeheartedly follow Master Boer and do your job well."

"After transporting a few times, the money earned will allow you to marry your little wife."

Upon hearing the words 'little wife,' Mike's face instantly flushed with bashful redness.

Mike, full of embarrassment, said, "Second uncle, what are you talking about?"

Ryan couldn't help but grin and said, "What's so unspeakable about that?"

"Come on, tell Second Uncle—how far have you two gotten?"

"Holding hands?"

"Hugging?"

"Kissing?"

"Haha, well, I said there's no softies in our family!"

Listening to Ryan's teasing words, Mike's face blushed like a monkey's bottom, "Second uncle, what nonsense are you talking about!"

The guards surveying the surroundings couldn't help but burst into teasing laughter.

Sitting on the soft seat of the carriage, Boer opened his eyes at some point, listening to the conversation between Ryan and Mike.

The dialogue between the uncle and nephew added some life to the otherwise tedious journey of transporting goods.

Ryan was about to say more when his smiling face instantly turned solemn.

His face shifted, looking ahead.

Seeing Ryan's expression suddenly change, Mike asked curiously, "Second uncle, what's wrong?"

Ryan said nothing, instead extending his right index finger suspended in the air, which instantly made Mike close his mouth.

Mike's brow furrowed slightly as he looked at the surrounding guards.

Like Ryan, their faces were full of seriousness and indifference.

Boer looked at Ryan's back, just about to ask, when Ryan's voice suddenly rang out.

"Pull the reins and stop!"

"Switch rides! Quickly switch Master Boer to a different mount! Hurry!"

As Ryan's voice rang out.

All the guards with solemn expressions instantly moved.

The coachmen driving the carriage disregarded the agonizing cries of the draft horses and pulled the carriage to a stop.

With the help of two guards, Boer alighted from the carriage and mounted a warhorse.

Ryan, controlling his steed, moved beside Boer.

His face was full of solemnity as he stared at Boer, "Master, we must abandon the cargo and ride swiftly to Master Lynn's territory!"

Boer instantly understood the reason and had no doubts, "Alright."

As Boer's voice fell, Ryan abruptly raised the whip in his hand and swung it up.

"Ryan, what are you doing?"

In Boer's wide-eyed questioning, the whip struck the warhorse beneath Boer.

Woo~

The warhorse instantly felt the pain, galloping forward with its four hoofs.

Ryan immediately looked at Mike ahead, and said, "Mike, hurry and follow to protect Master Boer."

At this moment, Mike had already heard the thundering sound of galloping horses from afar.

He naturally understood why Ryan had to do so.

Mike's face was full of hesitation, "But, second uncle..."

Ryan's eyes suddenly glared, and he shouted, "When I brought you out, how did you promise me?"

"The first escort hasn't even been completed, and you want to defy my orders?"

Mike's eyes instantly turned blurry, and his voice became choked.

"I...didn't! I...didn't!"

"But second uncle..."

Ryan stared directly at Mike, "Execute the order!"

Mike could no longer suppress his emotions, exclaiming tearfully, "Yes!"

Ryan, without any courtesy, again raised the whip in his hand, and struck the horse beneath him.

Whoa~

The horse felt the pain, its forelegs leaping high before landing, chasing after Boer ahead.

Mike's hands clutched the reins tightly, not daring to relax even a little.

As the horse galloped quickly, tear drops in his eyes were immediately blown away, falling onto his leather armor shoulders.

Mike's gaze shifted.

He looked to the distance on the right.

A dense cavalry was galloping fast.

The thunder-like pounding of hooves brought up dust like a sandstorm across the sky...

And the target of these cavalry was precisely them!

Such a massive cavalry force, Ryan could clearly see some small stones on the ground were gently vibrating.

Perhaps because of the overwhelming momentum, the horse beneath him was frightened, moving uncontrollably.

Ryan's gaze looked at the thirty guards still stationed near the carriage.

He grinned, "Ladies and gentlemen, Ryan Isaac originally wanted to take you to fortune, but unexpectedly, it's only come to this!"

"You all have wives and children. If you want to live, run in the opposite direction while you can, maybe there's a chance."

A guard close to Ryan asked, "Captain, what about you?"

Ryan grinned and said, "I am the guard captain, I must be responsible for Master Boer's goods..."

All the guards' bodies trembled fiercely.

Seeing dozens of guards remain motionless, Ryan reminded them, "Everyone, if you don't move now, there won't be another opportunity!"

Listening to Ryan's words, the guard who asked earlier was full of hesitation.

"Captain, my life was saved by you. Even if I die, I want to die ahead of you."

"I'm not leaving either. Without Captain, my wife and daughter would have been sold to a brothel long ago!"

"If you all aren't leaving, then I'm not leaving either."

"..."

Resounding voices of conviction rose amidst the thunderous sound of hooves.

Ryan looked at the resolute faces behind him.

His body couldn't stop trembling.

"Since that's the case, then follow me to face the enemy!"

"To kill one is no loss, to kill two is a blood profit!"

Snkt~ Snkt~ Snkt~

The sound of swords being drawn resounded beside the carriage convoy.

The guards' accompanying roars also rose.

"To kill one is no loss, to kill two is a blood profit!"

"To kill one is no loss, to kill two is a blood profit!"

"..."

Ryan raised his scimitar, taking a deep breath.

The next second, he roared loudly.

"Charge with me!"

Ryan fiercely squeezed the horse's sides, prompting the warhorse beneath him to gallop towards the empty wasteland ahead.

Behind him were all the guard team members.

But how could thirty cavalry guards ever stand against the entire Iron Blood Brotherhood Bandit Corps?

They were instantly engulfed by the cavalry flood, with no trace left to see.

The carriage convoy parked on the road at this moment, surrounded by a group of cavalry.

When a sturdy figure came from the rear, the surrounding cavalrymen pulled their reins to make way.

Anthony's gaze swept across the twelve fully loaded carriages, his brow furrowed, pondering something unknown.

A cavalryman dismounted after inspection, his face full of joy as he said, "Leader, it's food, all food."

"At least fifty or sixty thousand pounds!"

Anthony didn't speak.

A reminder came from behind him.

"Lord Anthony, there are two mounted riders escaping into the distance."

"If I'm correct, it should be Boer Hansen as mentioned by that gentleman."