Anton Weissen border, plain.

The homeless people were co-opted, and the iron-clad sergeants crudely stuffed them with baked potatoes.

The military formations and camps were in good order, and the monitor lizards carried away the displaced people in truckloads like cargo.

The overseers wore buckled shawls with embedded leggings and overlapped ox tendon whips to patrol back and forth.

Here, the victims of the famine were confiscated of their assets, and they sat together with their food in their mouths, like dirty flowers blooming on the ground full of tender grass.

They did not complain, and even felt glad, because there was no need to think about the next step, the future was imminent, and it did not matter whether it was labor or hard work.

At least alive.

The mountains rise and fall on the earth like a lofty magnanimus, winding to this point, gradually flattening.

The Treknama swept through like a hurricane, splashing up grass and mud, and the fearless Anton Weisen cavalry raised their steel swords to besiege the monsters.

On the side of the plain, a huge trench had been dug and a chaotic corpse fly had gathered, entrenched and transformed like black smoke.

From time to time, soldiers drag half-dead ghouls or sideburns to the pit and throw them into a deep pit, where the ghoul oil is stacked high in barrels, waiting to be evacuated, and then poured in and lit.

Typical army handling.

The two-tall wolf king was bloodied, and his claws could only catch sparks on the steel shield soaked in the secret magic mixture, and finally fell under the blades of the cavalry, and his neck was trampled off.

It's lucky.

An even more terrible howl was not far away, and the hapless bandits were pressed into the dirt by the iron armguards before they could put on their pants and were taken back to the camp for interrogation.

"Raised by a bitch, I don't want your dog's life, tell me!"

The chief of military discipline put down his whip, washed the blood in the brown basin of water, and roared incessantly.

"Stand in a daze? Bring someone over again and ask the untouchables who eat dry rice if they know the news, and reward them with meat! But don't give me the same conversation again, okay! ”

"Sir...... The one who died just now was already the last bandit. ”

Syllable!

The veil was thrown into the basin by him, his half-wiped arm behind his back, and a sigh of resentment came from the room.

The chief of military discipline lifted the curtain and walked to the center of the camp.

Anton Weisen is a kingdom, and this time the surrounding displaced people who fled due to the war were unified and co-opted, and the marginal areas along the border were taken over by the army.

The soldiers privately saw it as an expansion of the country's power, showing an unprecedented level of passion.

And this mountain range, with its complex terrain, has no fighting forces to conquer, and is mainly responsible for receiving displaced people.

However, the number of displaced people in this plain is hundreds less than in the intelligence, almost two villages!

If it was in the past, it would not be too much of a problem to report it according to the monster slaughter and the complexity of the mountainous area.

This time, however, there were rumors among the displaced people that some people were gathering troops and carrying out unified integration.

No king or lord would allow the power to rise under their noses, and they received orders to find out each other's information, but no matter how much they intercepted, they did not meet on the avenue of Anton Weisen.

The homeless people did not hesitate to praise it, and the bandits were wary of word of mouth.

Who the hell is he?

The marital officer stood still in front of the timber-made barracks, adjusted his mood, pushed the door open, and knelt down on one knee in a knightly salute.

Sou!

Barbed arrows were pinned to the helmet under his armpits, and it was the adults standing at the long table who were the source of his anxiety.

"Everyone is together, is there any news?"

The female voice was clear, her red lips were slightly pursed, her slender little thumb was cocked, her right arm was relaxed, and the sharp arrow left the bow again, barely tied to the helmet.

The other big men in the room were silent, and the arms of the military discipline officer trembled, and they were glad that the level of the teacher that the king had recently hired was okay.

Woman, beautiful woman, woman who pinched the arrow again......

"Honorable lord, I got some news."

The bow was lowered, and so was the heart of the military marshaller.

"Let me guess, there's a madman with a bunch of outcasts and hunting bandits one by one, right......

So, gentlemen of the kingdom, who can give me his name! ”

She is Cathy Longal, the second daughter of King Anton Weissen and the fiancée of his lord.

"I'm going to Taiganda and pull Arnold's beard off, he deceived us! Tell my father that I don't have time to go back for the time being. ”

The royal Froma ran gracefully and gracefully, leaving the plain with half a cavalry and a cloud of dust.

Anton Weisen was in the western part of Hangener, and the dirt roads were much more complicated by the efforts of the caravans, and the avenues, forks, and even the collapsed green trees were also small paths.

The bustling arteries were always filled with patrols, camped in the valleys outside the town, and sent from galleons or wagons to all parts of the continent with thick ropes.

Of course, there are also country dirt roads, where the grass is trampled by footboards and shoes, and the soil is layered, and no more weeds grow, recording the direction of progress.

Adam lay on a carriage without a canvas roof, his head resting on a cloth cloth, his feet on farm tools, and the uncontrolled iron buckle fittings undulating with the bumps.

He closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, his eye sockets were a little deep, the escape was over for the homeless, but for the lord who started up, it was the beginning of the hard work.

[The road home was not quiet, and many people hid in the shadows, waiting for an opportunity. 】

The blacksmith in the car was as heavy as water, the girl sitting in his arms was wandering, and the water ghosts on the roadside were slaughtered in the grass, blood and broken stubble were scattered everywhere.

The cart was like a hop, pressing against the silent mountain road, and the foam of fear exploded from time to time, and except for a few wails, no figure could be seen.

Finally, a horse appeared on the side of the road and did not block the way.

Although this guy is expressionless, with a steel knife at his waist, the iron spear behind him is not friendly.

But at least I saw people, not the sound of rustling in the grass.

The blacksmith sat upright, silent, the reins snapped at the horse's hips, the frame shook and drove away quickly.

Da Da Da ~ The rider set his eyes on the back of the car, crossed his legs and drove the horse, and actually caught up and followed the truck.

"Mr. Adam."

Jane whispered, the blacksmith ready to strike back at any moment.

"Shh

Adam didn't open his eyes, and the resting young man breathed slowly and adjusted his neck as if he had been awakened by the chirping of birds.

Of course he knew.

In fact, there are a dozen or so blue dots on the side of the road, which are dedicated to protecting the wagons carrying food, hunting supplies and killing the water ghosts lurking around.

[Loyal servants are waiting to offer their harvest to the passing lords]

Luca, the rider, gently placed the bag on the back of the car, stopped his horse, and watched the delivery cart go away.

Jane buried her head in her lap and waited until the sound of the horse's hooves died down before she lifted her head.

There were many people clinging to the trees all around, carrying all kinds of weapons, stained with mud and blood, looking at the carriage from afar, and their eyes wandered back and forth between young men and young girls.

"Back to the stronghold, if someone is joking with you, don't be nervous, just tell the truth."

"Hmm."

"Open it and take a look."

Not knowing what Mr. Adam meant, Jane replied softly.

Untie the wrapped fine vines, warm and moist cloth bags, green skin and sweet plum, red persimmons, and grass pudding...... After cleaning and putting them together, they are all seasonal wild fruits in the mountains and forests.

It was obviously for Mr. Adam, but he was already snorting evenly and his expression was serene, so Jane was not bothered.

Tie the bag tightly and did not eat.

The blacksmith was relieved, and felt that his employer did have some courage, and at least Adam's men respected him—they had never seen a country man pick a wild fruit and leave it to give away.

Such prestige is not found by lords who coerce slavery with whips and blades.

With such an adult, you should be able to strike iron well, and you will have fewer things to worry about.