Chen Mo didn't hesitate to teach his first group of subordinates in this world the Holy Cross Swordsmanship. Andrew, who had received knightly education and was skilled in swordsmanship, immediately recognized the power of this technique. He was excited and grateful for Chen Mo's generosity and eagerly learned the intricate swordsmanship.
With his solid foundation and exceptional talent, Andrew quickly mastered the basics of the Holy Cross Swordsmanship, significantly enhancing his strength.
Chen Mo was very pleased with Andrew's talent, surprised to find such a hidden gem among those he had saved.
Usually, Chen Mo let Andrew train the others, and he would personally guide them in combat techniques whenever he had time.
With Andrew, a strong warrior from a knightly family, and Chen Mo, a former martial arts school master, their skills improved rapidly.
Meanwhile, the hundred soldiers recruited from the populace were divided into nine teams, each led by one of the trained men, and underwent unified physical and swordsmanship training.
With ample food supplies and a scientific training plan devised by Chen Mo, the soldiers' physical fitness and swordsmanship improved quickly.
As Chen Mo continued to kill werewolves invading the territory, both Andrew's group and the territorial guard soldiers were highly motivated, training harder in hopes of one day following their powerful lord to slay werewolves together!
While forming and training the territorial guard, Chen Mo gathered all the craftsmen in the territory and built a workshop in a corner of the lord's manor.
Chen Mo had read almost the entire library, and with his photographic memory, the contents of those books were clearly imprinted in his mind, including various simple manufacturing methods for modern products.
Items like glass, soap, steel, and cement weren't difficult to produce, even in the extremely backward medieval period, using some simple methods.
A year passed, and Andrew and the others' strength improved rapidly. Besides Andrew, the others had also reached the standard of becoming knights, and even the hundred soldiers of the territorial guard surpassed most squire knights in combat power.
Compared to other lords' armies, they were better trained under Chen Mo's modern military concepts, disciplined and orderly. When the soldiers stood in formation, they were neat and imposing, far superior to the chaotic and lax troops of other lords.
One day, Andrew was leading the soldiers in training on the manor's training ground. The soldiers were paired off, sparring intensely, with the sound of swords clashing and shouts filling the air.
Suddenly, the alarm bell on the watchtower rang. Andrew frowned, quickly ordered the soldiers to stop training, and led them to the wall.
Standing on the wall, Andrew looked into the distance and saw a large cavalry unit charging towards them. From their banners, he recognized them as Count Warren's knights.
The cavalry moved quickly, soon reaching the wall. Leading them were over twenty knights in heavy armor with lances, followed by dozens of squire knights in leather armor, also on warhorses.
They were well-equipped, each with three horses, and the sixty-strong unit had nearly two hundred horses, creating a formidable presence outside the wall.
Under Andrew's serious gaze, the leading knight lifted his helmet visor.
"Open the gate! We are here on Count Warren's orders!"
Andrew didn't move. Although Count Warren was the nominal ruler of the land, and all the minor nobles around were his vassals, Chen Mo hadn't sworn allegiance to him after taking over the territory, so they weren't his subordinates. Count Warren, after inspecting the werewolf corpses, had chosen to wait and see, not daring to provoke the mysterious and powerful new lord.
But now, Count Warren's knights had suddenly appeared in their territory, and Andrew had to be cautious.
The manor left by the previous baron wasn't well-defended, with long sections of the wall made of earth, crumbling from years of neglect, indicating the baron's financial struggles.
Andrew had suggested repairing the wall, but Chen Mo had refused.
As Andrew nervously arranged the soldiers to defend the wall, preparing for a possible attack, a commanding voice sounded behind him.
"Open the gate and let them in."
Andrew turned to see Chen Mo approaching.
"But, my lord!.."
Andrew was shocked and tried to dissuade him, but Chen Mo raised his hand to stop him.
"I called them."
Andrew was puzzled, but since the lord had ordered it, he quickly had the gate opened, despite his confusion.
The knights outside were growing impatient, but as the gate slowly opened, they spurred their horses and rode in.
With the sound of horses' hooves, the sixty knights, squires, and nearly two hundred horses entered the manor and stopped, looking at Chen Mo, who had just descended from the wall.
Chen Mo walked towards the knights, followed by Andrew and the soldiers.
The knights watched Chen Mo approach, remaining on their horses, looking down at him arrogantly, without any intention of dismounting.
They scrutinized the tall, stern-faced young man with black hair before them.
Was he really the one who killed over fifty werewolves in one night?
They didn't believe the widely spread rumor in the nearby territories. As the continent's strongest warriors, they had fought werewolves and knew how powerful those bloodthirsty beasts were.
Their strength far surpassed that of humans.