Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

The Northwest Army Corps was being rapidly reorganized. Kraina knew the task was arduous, but she still acted in advance, determining the numbering, regardless of whether she could reorganize twenty Northwest Army Corps.

The top ten Northwest Army Corps were explicitly designated as the direct army of Prince Sauron.

These directly affiliated corps were uniquely blessed in terms of equipment configuration, possessing the finest equipment.

In particular, the infantry heavy crossbows and repeating crossbow carts produced by the Northwest Armory were given priority to the directly affiliated corps.

Despite the Northwest having accumulated such a long-standing foundation, it was still stretched thin when it came to equipment distribution.

Infantry heavy crossbows were only equipped in six corps, and repeating crossbow carts were only equipped in two.

The situation of the last five corps was extremely dire, lacking even the most basic weapons and armor.

At this moment, the Northwest Armory was working at full capacity to rush-produce armor, but even with military supplies sent from the capital, the armor could only satisfy five corps.

The armor for the other corps depended entirely on the Northwest's own collection efforts, which was undoubtedly a huge challenge.

Not to mention that in addition to the Northwest Army Corps, three city defense corps were also being reorganized.

These three city defense corps were all composed of older soldiers from the Northwest Army Corps.

In the Empire, a soldier's term of service was twenty years; only after completing twenty years could they lay down their armor and return home.

These older veterans might have abundant combat experience, but due to physical limitations, they had to retreat to the second line.

He planned to occasionally report on the development of the Northwest to His Majesty and have no other concerns.

However, Alonso's appearance disrupted his tranquility.

Alonso, an old fellow who had known him for nearly a century, began to coax Robert with his usual cunning and enthusiasm.

"Robert, look at this Northwest land. Although it seems peaceful, it actually contains unlimited possibilities. Are we old bones really going to spend the rest of our lives in this mundane way?" Alonso's eyes sparkled with excitement as he stared at Robert.

Robert frowned slightly, looking at Alonso with suspicion, "What do you want to say?"

Alonso chuckled and leaned forward, "Think about it, we were once people who roamed the world in turbulent times. Now, this Northwest needs us to contribute our remaining energy. We can build academies together to cultivate more outstanding talents for this land. And that magic tower, once completed, will become a landmark of the Northwest,

bringing endless glory to this place."

Robert remained unmoved, "Hmph, I have no intention of tossing and turning with these things anymore. I just want to retire quietly."

Alonso didn't give up, continuing to persuade, "You can't think like that. Although we are old, our experience and wisdom are invaluable. Think about those young juniors, they need our guidance. Moreover, building academies and magic towers, what meaningful things are these. After we are gone, we can also leave a valuable legacy."

Robert was still somewhat hesitant, "But how much energy will this take? My old bones can't stand the tossing."

Alonso patted his chest, "Don't worry, I'm here. We will work together and definitely do this well. Moreover, don't you think this kind of life is much more fulfilling than you doing nothing all day?"

Under Alonso's constant persuasion, the trace of unwillingness and the desire for meaningful things in Robert's heart were gradually awakened. In the end, he sighed helplessly, "Okay, I'll listen to you, old fellow, just this once."

Robert couldn't help but laugh as he recalled the reunion of the two after a long separation.

"Why are you getting more and more indecent as you get older?"

Robert and Alonso were both old men of the same era, except that Robert's cultivation talent was ordinary. It was already not easy for him to reach the seventh rank knight with a sixth-grade cultivation talent.

This was also the reason why he looked old and frail despite being the same age as Alonso.

Alonso didn't want his old friend to "die young", so he tricked Sauron into giving him six empowering potions to improve Robert's cultivation talent to the peak of the seventh grade.

With a massive amount of mind-calming potions, Robert was fortunate enough to break through to the eighth rank, successfully extending his life by more than twenty years.

But this was already the limit. Even with a certain quota of mind-calming potions to assist in cultivation every month, twenty years would at most be enough for him to improve to the late stage of the eighth rank.

"This is already enough, don't waste it anymore, give the rest to your grandsons!" Robert said unhappily when he saw Alonso bringing ten more mind-calming potions.

He knew the value of these potions and understood Alonso's good intentions, but he didn't want to waste any more resources.

In this upcoming war, he hoped to contribute more to the Northwest, rather than relying solely on potions to prolong his life.

The future belonged to the younger generation, and his grandsons might be able to play a greater role in this war.

Because he had stayed in the Northwest long enough, Robert had an extremely deep understanding of this land.

He knew that the Northwest had already been laid a solid foundation by His Royal Highness the Prince.

With the full-scale rollout of fertilizer bricks and purple melons in the Northwest, the problem of insufficient food that once plagued the Northwest had become a thing of the past.

Today's Northwest is full of vitality in the fields, and scenes of harvest can be seen everywhere.

His Royal Highness the Prince's vision was not limited to the present; he had already begun planning and construction for other cities in the Northwest.

In various places, many villages called "administrative villages" have been developed.

These administrative villages are like brilliant pearls scattered across the Northwest.

In order to encourage population development, His Royal Highness the Prince even issued a population expansion plan for a period of ten years.

During these ten years, as long as a family had three or more children, the head tax could be reduced by one person's share each year.

If a couple could have eight children, they would never have to pay head tax again.

This policy greatly stimulated people's enthusiasm for childbearing.