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John's gaze remained fixed on the map, unwavering. His brow furrowed deeply as he spoke with a serious expression, "Brother, our primary task right now is to firmly hold onto these territories. Just look at how vast this land is, yet the troops we can mobilize are woefully insufficient!"
Indeed, compared to the significantly expanded territory, their available forces were pitifully small. After the last fierce battle, the original three hundred men had dwindled to just over two hundred. Even with powerful equipment like the Catapult from Wu Lan, the nobles they would face next were no longer as reckless as the first one they encountered. Therefore, losses were unavoidable; even among the ten elite guards, three had tragically fallen.
When it came to replenishing their ranks, while ordinary soldiers could be cobbled together from the three territories to muster around a hundred more, John harbored a fundamentally different idea deep within. He did not wish to manage his lands like those nobles from another world, merely collecting taxes and maintaining a superficial level of control. Instead, he yearned for every village to be filled with loyal subjects, ensuring that his commands reached every corner of his domain.
Unfortunately, it was clearly unrealistic to expand the army further in such a short time. After all, having just conquered new territory would not immediately yield substantial wealth; rather, the need for effective management required significant investment of effort and resources in the early stages.
"Brother, all that is well and good, but we still need to fight another battle," Redman said, looking bewildered at the current situation. His mind was filled with questions. Now that they had annihilated those three factions, who exactly were they supposed to attack next? Did they really have to go after Gray Ash Territory? It was known that Gray Ash Territory was controlled by a Baron backed by an Earl Family. With this thought in mind, Redman frowned and tentatively asked, "Are we going to attack Gray Ash Territory?"
However, John gently shook his head and pointed to another area on the map. His finger landed steadily on one spot as he said, "Brother, look over here—this is the place."
Following John's point direction, Redman discovered that it was one of the two wobbly factions akin to Fence-sitters. Within this territory lay a region that resembled a sharply pointed dagger, deeply embedded between the two lands they had just delineated.
The geographical significance was evident; if any changes occurred, the opposing faction could leverage this advantageous position to pick them off one by one and completely annihilate them.
"This faction cannot be left alone! Its position is too advantageous. If we allow it to develop unchecked and any unexpected situation arises, we will find ourselves in extreme danger," John explained with a serious expression.
Hearing this, Redman couldn't help but mutter under his breath, "Why do we still have to keep fighting?"
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