Lord: Starting from the Pit-Dwelling Courtyard

Chapter 40: Horse-faced Wall

Leonardo da Vinci put down the black bread in his hand and was the last to speak.

"My lord, that building doesn't have a name yet."

Everyone put down their spoons and looked at Ron.

Ron tore the last piece of dark bread in half, put one half in his mouth, and placed the other half on the table.

"Ansen Building".

The courtyard was quiet for a moment.

The name was spoken softly, but everyone heard it clearly.

Anson was not a knight, nor a hero; he was the first soldier of the Grimm to die in battle, and also the hero who brought back the rock potato.

He never lived in the pit house for a single day before he died, but he told Thun that the Green people would have their own houses in the future.

Old Hall was the first to raise his glass, which contained filtered water.

Fanta raised his glass, then Dorron raised his glass, then Ton raised his glass, then Leonardo da Vinci raised his glass, and then Mrs. Moriel raised her glass.

Thun isn't here tonight; it's his turn to be on night duty, and he's leading the Greens on patrol on the city walls.

After the meeting, Shanlier squatted in the corridor on the fifth basement floor of the pit building, the house he had just been assigned, his fingers touching the mortar seams on the blue brick wall.

He recalled the dugout he lived in when he first came to the wasteland; it was dark, damp, and you could get covered in dirt just by turning over in bed.

He now lives on the fourth basement level, where there are large panes of glass at the entrance and light pipes in the middle.

It's much better than a dugout.

"The lord is right, as long as there is life, there is hope."

At the same moment, deep in the eastern valley.

Devon de Gea asked the man in black beside him, "How's it inside Ashwood?"

The man in the black robe looked up at the sky, his eyes appearing as a faint grayish-white.

That's a sign of Eagle Eye.

He is not an ordinary person; he is a mage, or at least a formal mage.

After a moment, the grayish-white color faded, and he lowered his head: "There are many houses in the territory, and two special buildings, which are three stories high and have a very deep bottom. I can't tell how deep they are."

Devon calmly asked, "What building?"

The man in black robes was silent for a moment: "The brick building... Ashwood Territory is developing faster than expected. If we don't act now, it will really be too late."

Devon did not answer, but the knuckles of his fingers gripping the knight's sword turned white.

The construction of Ashwood Territory is progressing incredibly fast.

When Bard reported, the adobe city wall had just been erected.

The city walls have now been completely replaced with stone walls, and the pocket walls at the city gates have also been built.

"The goblins are still gathering their army; they won't arrive for at least five more days."

The man in black robes sighed softly, and an owl flew back from the sky and landed on his shoulder.

"I wonder how far Ashwood's understanding will have developed in five days?"

The next morning, Ron stretched, and Mrs. Moriel immediately arranged for two of the cleanest and prettiest maids to help him wash up.

In fact, the male-to-female ratio in the territory is somewhat unbalanced now. After all, most of the people rescued from the goblin camp were women, and the children were mostly girls. Meanwhile, the people of Wenger Territory had lost many young and strong men after so many days of bloody fighting. As a result, the original male-to-female ratio in Ashwood Territory has actually decreased.

The low-ranking militiamen and criminals who participated in the war almost each got a woman, and it is believed that a large number of newborns will be born in the territory next year.

Mrs. Moriel was in charge of allocating and settling these women. Naturally, she prioritized placing women with better conditions in the lord's manor. After all, there were no other conditions, and rashly transferring the wives and daughters of other lords would have aroused public anger. However, these rescued women did not have this concern.

The only drawback is that she was defiled by a goblin, which, in Mrs. Moriel's eyes, is a stain that can never be erased.

Ron was not used to being served by the maid, and soon grabbed two pieces of rock potato cake and fled.

Mrs. Moriel asked hurriedly, "Young master, De Gea's convoy is coming today. How many bricks should we give them this time?"

"We'll exchange whatever grain you have!"

After all, the bricks produced in the territory have been stockpiled from start to finish and have not been used to build houses. The pit house was built by Ron, and the other houses are mainly adobe houses, so there is no need for bricks at all.

Only after leaving the No. 1 pit courtyard did Ron have time to check his personal attributes.

Yesterday, when the pit building was constructed, I rewarded him with 50 magic points in one go. However, compared to the rewarded magic points, the magic consumption was a bit too high.

My magic power has now reached 405.

A pit building requires 500 magic power. Fortunately, the construction of the pit building was carried out over two days, and with Old Hall's help, Ron would never have been able to complete it.

As Ron passed by Anson Building, he saw Thun standing at the end of the corridor.

He stood motionless for a long time, facing the newly engraved nameplate "Anson" on the wall.

Ron didn't go over to bother him, but instead took another route to the north wall.

"Let's start here today."

The defensive capabilities of the blue brick city wall have been greatly improved, but Ron is still not satisfied. Today he plans to build a few more horse-faced walls here.

The horse-face wall played a crucial role in the ancient city walls of China.

Horse-face walls, also known as enemy platforms or watchtowers, are solid high platforms that protrude outwards at intervals on the outer side of the city wall, resembling a row of teeth. They are used to eliminate blind spots under the city wall and to attack enemy troops from three sides.

There are blind spots for shooting under ordinary straight walls. When the enemy climbs the wall, the defenders on the wall can only slam down and cannot attack from the side. There are also blind spots in the line of sight. If you don't peek out, you can't see the enemy under the wall at all.

The enemy could easily ambush under the city walls and then dig them down or destroy them.

Each section of the city wall has a protruding rampart, and the two ramparts on the left and right, together with the main city wall, form a three-sided crossfire, with arrows, stones, hot oil, and rolling logs covering the base of the wall.

Another function of the gable wall is to support the long wall like a pillar, preventing it from collapsing and the base of the wall from being dug out.

Because the ramparts protrude outwards and offer a good view, building watchtowers on them would allow for better surveillance of the area outside the city, and neighboring ramparts could relay signal fires.

Ron quickly completed a horse-face wall, using only 10 points of magic. He stood on the horse-face wall, rested his chin on his hand, and thought for a while. He then built two layers of earthen watchtowers on the platform. In particular, the roof of the first watchtower was quite long, extending to almost the same area as the horse-face wall, perfectly blocking the arrows falling from the sky and greatly improving the safety of the guards at the horse-face platform.

By noon, he had completed the construction of the northern city wall. Every fifty meters, a square watchtower was erected, protruding ten meters outward. Two layers of earthen and wooden watchtowers were built on the platform, with openings on all four sides, allowing for shooting from near and far.

When Fanta led his people up, he only walked around once before giving Ron a thumbs up.

"My lord, you are truly awe-inspiring! How did you come up with the idea to build such a structure, perfectly sealing off the blind spots of the city walls? Especially those double-layered watchtowers, they are even more perfect. They reduce the probability of the soldiers on the platform being attacked by arrows, while also increasing the vigilance area and the angle and area of ​​attack. They are simply too perfect!" Fanta said, becoming somewhat incoherent. Finally, he added, "As long as there is enough food and weapons, I am confident that I can hold off an attack of tens of thousands of goblins with only five hundred men."

Ron didn't reply. He was standing on the second watchtower of the horse-face wall, looking around with his binoculars, and soon his eyes were fixed on the valley to the east.

In the telescope's field of view, several small black dots were moving deep in the valley.

It's not a goblin, it's a person.

A person wearing armor.

Fanta.

"exist."

"Starting today, the number of sentries on the city walls will be doubled, and all militia members will have their leave canceled and will be on standby 24/7."

Fanta's smile faded: "What did you see?"

Ron lowered his binoculars: "There are some stinking rats lurking around us. A major battle is on the horizon."