This Is My Home! I Want to Pay Master Taxes!

"Ah? Rob them? Haha, Master, you're so humorous." Tommy chuckled, but when he saw Henry wasn't laughing, he quickly shut his mouth.

"I do want to rob them, but there are too few of them. This group has over a thousand people. How could so few robbers be enough to rob them?

Damn it, wasn't it said that away from the Empire's center, robbers are everywhere?"

Tommy, seeing Henry angry because there were too few robbers, was too scared to speak and could only stand obediently to the side, a man in his thirties standing at attention.

Normally, for a noble with a fief, the fewer robber gangs and the smaller their numbers within or around their territory, the better. What's wrong with his Master?

Is he itching for a fight?

"Master, do you mean we should wait a bit?"

Henry shook his head and said, "No waiting. Pick a squad of New Recruit Squad and a squad of Archers to practice first. As for those Grassland Warriors, they can go catch the fleeing Robbers."

Soon, Henry set about selecting a squad of New Recruit Squad and a squad of Archers.

The New Recruit Squad, having undergone Loyalty training, were excitedly preparing, eager to fight for Henry. Unless the enemy's numbers or combat power were too heaven-defying, you couldn't send one person to fight hundreds.

The Archers were checking their bows and arrows to ensure accuracy. The Highwayman... ah, the Grassland Warriors, wore simple smiles, betting with each other on how many Robbers they could lasso.

The next morning, Lord Henry's troops set out, passing by a Farmstead and a pasture along the way.

The Serfs and Herdsmen watched the troop from afar, some numb and listless, others eager to join.

Unfortunately, it was difficult to become a noble's private soldier. Some of those around them had been taken to be private soldiers last month, which made them extremely envious.

Not only could they escape servitude, but they would also have food to eat and money to spend. That was the life. Some of the more timid ones were working hard towards Henry's other law, honestly working for two years to rent a piece of land as Tenant Farmer.

The eighty Grassland Warriors in the troop galloped ahead, directly surrounding the Robbers' hideout in the valley.

The Robbers' behavior also made Henry couldn't help but give a thumbs up. The vast plains were wide open, and there were only a few hills and woodlands in the entire area. Wasn't that the same as not hiding at all?

With that level of intelligence, they shouldn't be Robbers. If they followed him, they'd starve nine meals out of three days!

Bain, who was responsible for scouting, recorded the gatherings of bandits every day like clocking in for work. There was no difficulty at all; it was transparent in one direction.

At that moment, the Bandits and Robbers who were suddenly surrounded knew they were done for, even if they were slow to react. Even if they wanted to run, they couldn't. They had to fight whether they wanted to or not!

This time, Henry and Bain didn't take the field to command. Instead, they let the newly trained troop officers command on their own.

After each troop Loyalty training, a "representative" would be promoted, and this representative would basically be the officer of this squad in the future.

The army wasn't afraid of soldiers dying, but of having no one to command. Henry had to feed these newbies experience. Vasco was the best example.

From Serf to New Recruit, from one battle to several meat grinders, from Bandit to Demihuman, Vasco's Infantry commanding ability improved rapidly.

Now, Vasco chased after Bain every day to learn to read, which annoyed Bain to no end. He preferred to compete with Boman to see who could eat faster.

The New Recruit Squad, each luxuriously equipped with a set of Cotton Armor, held up shields and approached the Robbers in formation. After the Archer Squad launched two rounds of rapid volleys without any martial ethics, the New Recruit Squad immediately charged forward bravely.

There were so few Robbers in total. If you kill them all, who will we chop? How will we have extra meals tonight!

The Robbers in their tattered clothes were frightened and fled in panic, without even the courage of a cornered beast making a last-ditch struggle.

The Grassland Warriors, who were waiting not far away, quickly pursued and captured the Robbers who tried to escape one by one.

The captured Robbers were all crying bitterly. Who was spreading false information? Wasn't it said that this place was very rich and that there were only one or two hundred soldiers?

Liars, all liars!

If Henry had trained his soldiers outside the castle, perhaps they would have run away long ago. Unfortunately, there were no such ifs.

Compared to these Robbers who didn't even dare to throw stones, the Bandit were much stronger. At least, after many of them were shot, they still had the courage to shoot at the approaching New Recruit Squad.

The Bandit's unyielding attitude delighted the New Recruit Squad. With the New Recruit Squad leader's order, the warriors instantly increased their speed and sprinted.

The battle was about to break out. The Bandit waved their not-so-sharp machetes and simple spears, their faces ferocious as they slashed and stabbed wildly.

The New Recruit Squad, in groups of three or five, used their shields as walls, forming an indestructible line of defense. Perhaps one second a Bandit was defending against a knife from the left, and the next second he would be stabbed to death by a sword from the right.

Each precise stab made it difficult for the Bandit to get close.

This time, the New Recruit Squad annihilated more than forty Bandit. Perhaps some surrendered, but no one cared.

"Lord, what should we do with these Robbers?" A Grassland Warrior rode over and asked.

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