Ryan left the wilderness and returned to Crimsonwing Plains.
"The blood, endurance, and physique of the war horse are not created out of thin air."
"A large amount of food can induce birth, and a large amount of magic potions can be cultivated little by little to become a war horse. According to Grand Mage Macken..."
Ryan has a headache, money, money, money, it's all money.
"With one thousand Gold Coin materials, a first-generation war horse can be cultivated in one and a half years. Ten thousand Gold Coin can be cultivated in half a year. Thirty thousand Gold Coin can be cultivated in half a month!"
At a glance, through this data, Ryan can probably understand that when Imperial House originally trained Highland Warhorse, the initial investment was probably very large.
Wealth worth countless Gold Coin stabilizes the bloodline of Highland Warhorse. After ten or twenty years, it will be a pure harvest. It does not require too much money consumption. The war horse will grow on its own and become Highland Warhorse when it reaches adulthood.
Imperial House's Highland Warhorse probably couldn't make ends meet in the first ten years. The longer the time goes by, the more wealth Highland Warhorse will bring.
Ryan had a toothache. He finally understood why Imperial House did not allow Grand Mage Macken to sign a contract with the big nobles. With such a price and such initial investment, the small nobles simply couldn't afford it. Only those big nobles with real power, especially...
That Four Grand Dukes.
Imperial House doesn't want to see big nobles in the empire being able to share the war horse market with them.
"But... is it really not?"
Within the empire, Highland Warhorse is the only one. It does not mean that others cannot train war horses, but that others can only rely on the magic Mages to cultivate a few or more than a dozen war horses sporadically, which does not have universal applicability.
In other words, there is no way to cultivate it on a large scale.
And it is more towards Magical Beast, rather than a war horse that anyone can ride.
Even the big nobles can't do it, so the annual sales of Highland Warhorse are terrible. Magic Potion has been castrated and can't even be bred.
But Ryan didn't believe it. Although the empire only had Highland Warhorse's business on the surface, what about secretly?
Do the great nobles really not have the means to mass-cultivate a kind of war horse?
The reason why Ryan made such doubts was because of Otherworld.
What he knows now is that both Count Winter and Count Weiss have mastered a Otherworld Plane. This is a world they control alone. No one knows what they are doing in that Other Plane.
Just like Ryan trained war horses on the wilderness of Svadilfari, who said that the great nobles can't do it?
"If this is the case, then the great nobles of the empire may have greater foundation and strength than I thought."
Crimsonwing Plains's war made Ryan a little distracted. Now that he thought about it carefully, he finally calmed down.
"No wonder Count Winter and Count Soron didn't think about attacking Thundercloud County at first. They were worried about what Count Weiss and Other Plane had in their cards."
Ryan thought to himself, and then went to the military camp to train the army. Excluding the disabled, there were only more than 2,200 soldiers who could still fight. Each of them was the most elite veteran. If nothing else, as long as these soldiers returned to Zero Crossing Prefecture alive, each of them would be qualified to become a wealthy class in each noble territory.
The merit and wealth brought by the war can change their family for generations.
Ryan looked at the two Extraordinary Legion. Among the Crimsonwing Plains armies, he was confident that except for these two armies, all the remaining armies were no match for him.
This is a head-on fight with the same numbers, and his army can definitely win every battle.
After all... the quality of these troops from the two counties does not seem to be that high.
"Lord Baron Ryan, Lord Count invites you to discuss matters."
Flying Wolf Cavalry arrived, Ryan went to Mobile Fortress of Count Soron, and Count Winter was also here.
"My Lord Earl."
"Ryan, sit down."
There were only three nobles here, and the two earls directly stated their decisions.
"In ten days, Crimsonwing Plains's army will enter Thundercloud County, and we intend to hand over the army to your command."
"Northwind Province, there is no one more suitable to direct this war than you."
"Me?"
Ryan's eyes narrowed slightly. Of course, he did not have any thoughts of modesty, but was considering the benefits involved.
and his right to speak before the two earls.
It can be said that as long as he becomes the commander of these tens of thousands of troops, if the war is victorious, what he can get will not be much less than the two counts.
It can even be said that they will become the only three nobles who eat meat after the victory of the war.
Are these two so kind?
But soon, Ryan understood.
Orcs invasion, Lordship land war, and Crimsonwing Plains war at the end of last year and not long ago, winter snowstorms, spring plowing...
For all these factors, the appearance of even one of them would be a huge loss to the nobles' territory. If added together, even these two earls would not be able to bear it.
In the war to attack Thundercloud County, they did not want the army to suffer too much loss, so it was inevitable that they would need to find a commander with strong military talent to command the army.
After much discussion, Ryan was the only choice.
Thinking of this, the corners of Ryan's mouth rose slightly.
In this case, he can put forward many conditions.
In the evening of that day, after the nobles gathered, the position of the commander-in-chief of Ryan was completely decided.
So early the next morning, Mobile Fortress of Count Soron became the residence of Ryan.
Of course, it's temporary.
The flags of the three counts and the flag of Frozen Earth Territory were planted on the fortress. As the strong wind blew the hunting sound, he stood on it and determined the troops in all directions through Flying Wolf Cavalry's constant reports.
It was just at this moment that Ryan also felt extremely tired. He had no choice but to command an army of tens of thousands of people, not just to command them on the battlefield.
"Have Baronet Fran, Baronet Cariso, and Baronet Arietta stop training, a total of 9,200 people, to take charge of logistics."
Even if the number of hastily gathered slave soldiers reaches tens of thousands, Ryan has no intention of letting them go to the battlefield.
"Give them the shovels and axes of all the troops. They will be responsible for clearing the way for the march in front and transporting food and grass to the rear of the army."
"Order the two thousand soldiers led by the knight under Baron Jaeger to move to the border between Crimsonwing Plains and Thundercloud County, order..."
As Ryan's orders continued to fall, it was not until one day passed that the entire Crimsonwing Plains army reluctantly turned into what he wanted.
The army was divided into three parts, the front, middle and rear armies. The front army was composed of half of the slave army who opened the road and 2,000 regular troops, a total of 6,500 people. The rear army was composed of 4,000 slaves responsible for transporting grain, grass and armaments and 6,000 regular troops.
The last Chinese army was the main force of Ryan's attack on Thundercloud County, with a total of 30,000 soldiers. As for the remaining one or two thousand soldiers, Ryan asked them to take care of the wounded soldiers.
Just from such a simple command at the beginning, the questions that followed made Ryan feel extremely overwhelmed.
The most direct thing is the dissatisfaction of the nobles.