Throne of the North.

Chapter 190 Commanding the Armies
Ryan left the wilderness and returned to Red Wing Plain.

"The blood, endurance, and physique of a warhorse are not created out of nothing."

"A large amount of food is needed to breed a warhorse, and a large amount of magic potion is needed to cultivate it bit by bit. According to Master McKen..."

Ryan had a headache. Money, money, money. It was all money.

"With materials from one thousand gold coins, a first-generation warhorse can be trained in a year and a half. With ten thousand gold coins, it can be trained in half a year. With thirty thousand gold coins, it can be trained in half a month!"

Through this data, Ryan could roughly understand that when the royal family bred Highland Warhorses, the initial investment must have been terribly large.

Wealth worth countless gold coins will stabilize the bloodline of the Highland Warhorse. After ten or twenty years, it will be pure harvest. It does not require too much money to spend. The warhorse will grow on its own and become a Highland Warhorse when it reaches adulthood.

The royal family's Highland war horses were probably in deficit in the first ten years. The longer the time, the more wealth the Highland war horses would bring.

Ryan felt a little toothache. He finally understood why the royal family did not allow Master McKen to sign a contract with the nobles. With such a price and such an initial investment, the small nobles could not afford it. Only the powerful nobles, especially...

The four grand dukes.

The royal family did not want to see any great nobles in the empire share the war horse market with them.

"But...really not?"

Within the empire, Highland Warhorses are unique. It's not that others are unable to cultivate warhorses, but that others can only rely on magicians to cultivate a few or a dozen warhorses sporadically, which is not universal.

In other words, it is impossible to cultivate it on a large scale.

And it is more inclined towards Warcraft, rather than a warhorse that anyone can ride.

The great nobles couldn't do it either, so the annual sales of Highland Warhorses were horrible. Even with castration using magic potions, they couldn't even be bred.

But Ryan didn't believe it. Although the Empire only traded Highland Warhorses openly, what about in secret?

Do those great nobles really have no means to mass-produce a type of war horse?

The reason why Ryan had such doubts was because of the other world.

Now all he knew was that Count Winter and Count Weiss both controlled an alternate dimension of the world. This was a world that they controlled alone, and no one knew what they were doing in that alternate dimension.

Just like Ryan trained war horses on the plains of Svadifari, who says the nobles can't do it?

"If that's the case, then the great nobles of the empire may have a stronger background and strength than I thought."

The war in Red Wing Plain made Ryan a little dizzy, but after thinking about it carefully, he finally calmed down.

"No wonder Earl Winter and Earl Solon didn't think of attacking Thundercloud County at first. They were worried about what cards Earl Weiss had in that alternate dimension."

Ryan thought to himself, and then went to the military camp to train the army. Excluding the wounded, there were only more than 2,200 soldiers who could still fight. Each of them was the most elite veteran. Not to mention anything else, as long as these soldiers returned to Lingdu County alive, they would all be qualified to become the wealthy class in various noble territories.

The merit and wealth brought by the war can change their family for generations.

Ryan looked at the two extraordinary legions. Among the armies of Red Wing Plain, he was confident that except for these two legions, all the remaining armies would not be his opponents.

This is a head-on battle with equal numbers, and his army will 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, the Earl invites you to the meeting."

With the arrival of the Flying Wolf Cavalry, Ryan went to Count Sauron's mobile fortress, where Count Winter was also.

"My Lord Count."

"Ryan, sit down." There were only three nobles here, and the two earls directly stated their decision.

"In ten days, the Red Wing Plains' army will enter Thunder Cloud County. We plan to hand the army over to you to command."

"In the entire North Wind Province, there is no one more suitable than you to command this war."

"I?"

Ryan narrowed his eyes slightly. He certainly had no intention of being modest, but was considering the benefits involved.

And his right to speak before these 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 won, what he can get will definitely not be much less than the two earls.

It can even be said that they will be the only three nobles who can eat meat after the victory of the war.

Are these two so kind?

But soon, Ryan understood.

The orc invasion, the Lord Land War, the war on Red Wing Plains at the end of last year and not long ago, the winter blizzard, the spring plowing...

In fact, even if only one of these factors occurs, it will be a huge loss for the nobles' territory. If they are added together, even these two earls will not be able to bear it.

In the war to attack Leiyun County, they did not want the army to suffer heavy losses, so they inevitably needed to find a commander with strong military talent to lead the army.

After much discussion, Ryan was the only choice.

Thinking of this, Ryan's mouth corners slightly raised.

In this way, he can put forward many conditions.

That evening, after the nobles gathered, Ryan's position as commander-in-chief was completely decided.

So early the next morning, Count Sauron's mobile fortress became Ryan's residence.

Of course, it's temporary.

The flags of the three earls and the flag of the Frozen Territory were planted on the fortress, fluttering in the strong wind. He stood on them and determined the troops in various directions through the constant reports of the Flying Wolf Cavalry.

But at this moment, Ryan also felt extremely tired. There was no other way. To command an army of tens of thousands of people was not just about commanding them to go to the battlefield.

"Ask Lord Fran, Lord Carrizo, and Lord Arietta to stop their training. A total of 9,200 people will be responsible for logistics."

Ryan did not intend to send the hastily gathered slave soldiers to the battlefield, even though there were tens of thousands of them.

"Give them all the shovels and axes of the army, and let them lead the way and transport food and fodder to the rear of the army."

"Order the 2,000 soldiers led by the knight under Baron Yeager to move to the border between Red Wing Plain and Thunder Cloud County, and order..."

As Ryan's orders continued to come down, a day passed before the entire Red Wing Plains army was barely transformed into what he wanted.

The army was divided into three parts: front, middle and rear. The front army was composed of half of the slave army that led the way and two thousand regular troops, a total of 6,500 people. The rear army was composed of 4,000 slaves responsible for transporting food and armaments and 6,000 regular troops.

The final central army was Ryan's main force in attacking Leiyun 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.

It was just such a simple command at the beginning, but the problems that followed made Ryan feel extremely overwhelmed.

The most direct one was the dissatisfaction of the nobles.

(End of this chapter)