CHAPTER 70: CHAPTER 70: PRISONER OF WAR

Lynn’s gaze, Red’s gaze, the gaze of the guard team...

And the gaze of the slaves, all fell upon Rose.

Rose’s expression was calm, with no fear whatsoever!

Compared to a direct charge against enemy cavalry, compared to the threat of death.

What does this matter?

He’s not even afraid of death!

Rose looked at Lynn, speaking with determination, "I killed him, you can dispose of me as you wish!"

Lynn said nothing, instead looking beside Rose.

There, a thin boy was sitting.

[Name]: Charles Anderson

[Ability]: Breeding Level 1, Collection Level 1

[Attributes]: Attack F-, Defense F-, Speed F-, Constitution F-, Energy F-

[Talent]: Good Rider — A natural cavalryman who can easily control horses

[Skills]: None

...

The same surname, and the same ’Good Rider’ talent.

Lynn asked, "So, was it because of the trouble your brother caused, and you killed my slave to save him?"

Why was Lynn so sure that the boy next to him was his brother?

Rose’s eyes contracted, he hurriedly said, "This has nothing to do with Charles!"

Lynn shouted, "That’s not important! What matters is that a slave capable of doing heavy work is dead!"

"Do you know what this means?"

Rose remained silent.

It meant that Lynn’s interests had been harmed.

Rose said firmly, "I can vow loyalty to the Lord!"

Lynn said, "What do you think you have to offer me in loyalty?"

Rose took a deep breath, bent his body, and spoke sincerely.

"Former Deputy Captain of the 6th Cavalry Brigade of the Kruma Tribe of the Shar Khanate, Rose Anderson, is willing to give his life for Master Lynn."

Admitting his identity meant admitting he was a prisoner of war.

This was a humiliation for Rose!

But...

From Lynn’s behavior, as well as shooting the slave who took liberties in trying to eat bread.

Rose knew.

Lynn was a decisive, punishing and rewarding Lord.

He could generously feed every slave but could also kill those who disobey orders!

Rose wanted to survive.

He wanted to survive with Charles.

Only by proving his value could the two brothers survive.

The identity of a deputy captain of the 6th Cavalry Brigade of the Kruma Tribe, justifiably demonstrated his value.

Listening to Rose’s uttered words, Lynn was not overly surprised.

With a five D attribute, possessing talent and skills.

How could he possibly be an ordinary slave?

Lynn stared directly at Rose, "Your life already belongs to me!"

Rose quickly thought back, saying, "I can help the Lord train cavalry!"

"The cavalry of the Kruma Tribe’s 6th Brigade was all trained by me."

Lynn’s eyes lit up.

This was exactly what he needed most.

Red’s strength wasn’t weak but was merely accumulated through constant hunting experience.

Even if some training methods were obtained from the veterans of Windless Valley, they still weren’t complete and methodical training systems.

The importance of Rose was instantly apparent!

Lynn looked at Rose, saying in a deep voice, "I accept your loyalty."

Rose visibly relaxed, bending over again, "Thank you, my master!"

Lynn looked towards Red, "Take them to rest in the cabin, and prepare some meat for them."

He needed strong slaves.

But he needed talented people like Rose even more.

...

Early the next morning.

George left.

With five thousand pounds of fine salt and three thousand pounds of beer, he left.

By now, George didn’t need Master Lynn’s instructions anymore.

He also needed to know what to bring back.

Food, slaves, high-quality iron...

Everything except salt!

Master Lynn needed them all.

Unfortunately, the carriage had limited capacity...

On the third day after George’s departure.

Twenty wheeled heavy plows were finally forged.

The number of oxen was slightly insufficient, but draft horses could temporarily replace them.

Under the guidance of the veterans Gavin and Wilbur.

Oxen in pairs pulled the wheeled heavy plows, cultivating the open grounds.

The wheeled heavy plow was like a fierce war machine.

Brutally tearing apart clothing, rudely flipping over, blatantly exposing itself to everyone’s view.

Watching the path of the oxen, where the soil was turned to the surface, smooth and unobstructed, Lynn felt a strange satisfaction.

The previous scenes of clearing wasteland with flint shovels were still vivid in memory.

Though there were twenty wheeled heavy plows, the varying skill levels of the slaves in farming would affect cultivation efficiency.

Over time, as the slaves’ proficiency improved, cultivating a hundred acres a day would surely be achievable.

Each heavy plow required one slave to drive the oxen and horse, one slave to stabilize the heavy plow, and two assistants.

To remove the clinging mud from the plow, or to drive away mosquitoes and flies from the oxen and draft horses.

That is to say, the normal operation of twenty heavy plows required eighty people!

It’s only mid-April now.

There are still forty days until the summer planting in June.

It’s almost possible to cultivate four thousand acres of farmland!

Lynn sighed, indeed when the labor force increases, expanding the planting scale becomes simple.

Not only Lynn.

Some villagers with farming experience watched the efficiency of the heavy plows.

The expression on their faces was one of shock.

"Are these the heavy plows invented by Master Lynn?"

"Such powerful plowshares, capable of cutting through sapling roots and turning over those stones?"

"With such heavy plows, a bountiful harvest is guaranteed!"

"Master Lynn is truly... a genius!"

...

They were uneducated and lacked knowledge.

Before witnessing the heavy plows, they could never have imagined that such plows could be made!

All they knew was that oxen could pull light plows, turning the top layer of soil, and they used their hands to clear stones and branches rooted in the soil.

They knew this wasted time and labor.

They had no way to change any of it.

They could only follow the passed-down experience to toil arduously.

This was the restriction from both thought and era.

But the heavy plow in front of them shattered their vision, crushing the experience lodged in their minds!

So this is how you could farm!

Retracting his gaze, Lynn called for Kuisi.

"How is the progress of the composting?"

Kuisi, without any reservations, started speaking directly.

"Master Lynn, previously manpower was limited, only one porter was collecting manure for composting, so the compost was not much."

Lynn acknowledged, "Increase the number of porters to ten, and tell them they can earn one penny in wages each day!"

Porters faced livestock and manure daily, compared to digging and salt-making, the working environment was much harsher.

Providing a penny in wages daily meant nothing to Lynn.

But it could stabilize and motivate the porters’ efficiency.

Why not do it?

...

Of the one hundred and twenty slaves George brought back, eighty were used for land cultivation.

Indeed.

Lynn was preparing to start lime burning!

Even though the village paths were paved with gravel, as more carts returned with fine salt, and trade caravans arrived.

The originally tidy gravel roads turned muddy again.

You could even see wooden wheel ruts on the ground.

If a salt cart capsized in the mud, the loss would be at least dozens of gold pounds.

The burnt lime was used for paving roads and building stone houses, and it could also improve soil acidity.

The task of overseeing wasteland reclamation was assigned to Kuisi.

Lynn, with forty men, headed toward the distant mountains.