Two days later, Morning Glory Town.

The heavy rainstorm has hurt the town far more than that, the people have no soil fertilizer to strengthen the stems, and can only rely on the weather for food, and the surrounding rice fields are showing signs of lodging.

Tonight, there was another moderate rain.

The rain was falling tricklingly, and Viscount Morning Glory looked at the rain outside the window, looking stunned.

The Templar army in the nearby barracks had been stationed the previous night, and the lion soldiers searched the town for all the underground dens, and forced their way into 400 suspicious houses, only finding sixteen anti-lion orcs.

After some harsh questioning, the anti-lion faction revealed that they were not responsible for the Morning Glory slave liberation movement.

The anti-lion faction said that they took advantage of the fire at best, killing some local nobles who supported the king during the great unrest.

"So you tortured for a long time and only found one message?" The Templar leader roared at his men.

"But, they've already committed suicide by poisoning." The little orc trembled, not knowing how to explain it to satisfy the Commander.

In this way, the trail of the slave rebellion was broken, no one knew where they came from, and the viscount's face was ugly, as if trampling on his majesty.

However, they are not completely without harvest, it is said that there is a den of underground rats that the people go to the empty building, and the orcs inside are missing.

That weird den is Windsor's cat girl group, after the Viscount of Morning Glory Town knew about it, he immediately looked for someone to understand the ins and outs, and found that the women of the underground organization were all from the former cat slaves, which means that they had a grudge against the slave traders.

"It's possible that they're going south." The Viscount remembered again that on the day of the slave revolt, several ships had left the harbor and headed south, and the recorded end was Saltpetertown.

However, if the other party is smart, he will definitely jump off the boat halfway, and the ruthless stubble will hijack the captain, kill people, and throw the boat in the middle of the river.

Simon, the Templar commander, frowned, knowing what the viscount wanted to do, and hurriedly said: "The Minotaur army has moved forward, the target is Morning Glory Town, and the war will start tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, and those orcs will not care." ”

Viscount Morning Glory heard the minotaur rushing to Morning Glory Town, his eyebrows furrowed even deeper, he touched his long beard with his hand, grabbed a pile of lion hair, and died of sorrow.

The Minotaur attacked, the whole town entered a state of emergency combat readiness, went out of the city and entered the city under martial law, the commercial output was greatly reduced, and the peasants could not go out of the town to work, and the harvest of this autumn harvest must be the lowest in recent years.

After a long while, the viscount asked coldly, "How long will it take to fight this time?" ”

"It depends on the situation, but the Minotaur is menacing this time, come prepared, and will not stop until it hits Silver City."

"Then isn't my town ......" Viscount Morning Glory's face turned pale, the land he had managed for several years was going to be wasted in this year.

No, he would never accept such an outcome.

The knight commander snorted lightly and went back to the meeting to hold a mobilization order to prepare for battle.

"This time, I'm going to take the initiative to defeat you in the mountains and forests." Simon stared coldly, and the white-faced golden lion cloak behind him was shaking, and the murderous aura was very heavy.

……

The next day, Alan woke up and saw a little white dove standing by the window, his little red eyes silently watching him, and when he woke up, he immediately flapped his wings and flew to the side of the wooden bed.

"Goo."

The little white pigeon raised its head, its white feathers stained with a large piece of rain and dew, and shook off a large piece of dew with a light fan.

When Alan saw the pigeon, he instantly sobered up, reached out and touched the pigeon's head, and took out a few grains of rice from under the mat, and the pigeon immediately lowered his head and pecked at the rice.

Taking advantage of the pigeon's pecking valley, Alan took out the note tied to the leg of the little white pigeon, spread it out and looked at it, and immediately knew the latest movements of the enemy.

The Minotaur attacked Morning Glory Town, and a large number of lion soldiers gathered in Morning Glory Town, and went to the suburbs to arrange the home position in advance.

Alan put down the note, and the situation really developed into a war between the two countries, and his village could continue to grow.

Originally, Allen's plan was not so radical, but the slave robbery must be robbed, and without a large population, it is absolutely impossible to support the normal operation of industrial civilization.

He took into account the backward and delayed nature of the ancient news, and they investigated back and forth along the waterway, and it would take at least half a month to a month to find out about Datie Village.

Now he had ordered the construction of a wall, and in a day or two the materials came, and he could make black powder from sulfur, saltpeter, and charcoal, and develop wooden-handled grenades, and if the other side dared to go south, he would dare to use mountain warfare to fight guerrilla warfare and consume the enemy.

When the enemy's soldiers are tired, he will infiltrate the army and assassinate all the important generals silently.

All the generals of the army were killed, and he could also secretly make some "ghost fire" to make the soldiers afraid of invisible death, thinking that it was a punishment from the gods, and quickly escaped.

If the enemy attacks from the water, Eren will modify the old hunter's hunting bow and personally teach the blacksmith to make pulleys and assemble compound bows.

Then create a unique steel arrow, shoot through the enemy's general's head from the riverbank tree with the Assassin Master Edition's full-level archery, and then lead the disembarking enemy army to take a detour into the mountains and forests, and continue to use grenades to fight mountain guerrilla warfare on the main field.

Don't look at this plan is a bit nonsense, you must know that this era is still an era dominated by cold weapons, the surrounding area of Datie Village is full of hilly landforms, the terrain is complex, the cavalry is useless, they can only dismount and fight, they are wearing heavy armor and are not flexible, they can't outrun the assassins, and they will be attacked by ordinary assassins with all kinds of cold knives when they take off their armor.

Alan has played a lot of infinite streaming games, the game year is more than 10,000 years, and the combat experience is extremely rich, and it is still easy to lead troops to fight.

Luckily, the Minotaur attacked Morning Glory Town, and the guerrilla warfare plan could be temporarily pressed to the bottom of the box, and he could continue to develop the village.

In a short time Allen released the white dove, and he was overjoyed to see the old hunters returning, each of them carrying a barrel, and each slave was a little struggling to carry it.

"Lord Allen, I've brought back that 'white blood'." The old hunter was a little weak-hearted and didn't dare to say too loudly, for fear that the villagers would know that they had secretly rowed someone else's White Blood Sacred Tree.

In fact, what he brought was natural rubber latex, not rubber.

Alan opened the wooden lid and saw a pungent stench rushing up, and he immediately covered it.

It is his special protective agent that prevents the latex from setting naturally.

Another item, sulphur, was also brought back to the village from an extinct volcano yesterday.

Merchants who went to the town of saltpeter used ships to bring back large quantities of saltpeter, sets of alchemical tools, and movable type printing tools.

Among the complete sets of alchemy tools, there are glass tools, glass was born four or five hundred years ago, but no one knows how to make pure glass.

With these things, the rudimentary version of the laboratory was officially formed.

Alan ordered people to bring natural rubber latex and sulfur and other related items into the makeshift laboratory room to prepare for the production of vulcanized rubber.

On the other hand, the blacksmith shop has long been unable to accommodate all kinds of new machine tools, and many slaves are expanding their territory with cement bricks under the command of stonemasons.

All the blacksmiths are constantly on the move, directing the new slaves to assemble the machine.

Abel, with dark circles under his eyes, walked around, staring at the newly made machine tool as if he saw a beautiful woman.

Abel said hoarsely, "Can the cylinders and pistons of the steam engine be made?" ”

"Not yet, Lord Abel, but Alan said that work will start soon."

"Okay, you go and rush Alan." Abel waved his hand, feeling his eyes sleepy, and fell asleep leaning against the wall.

The slave next to him showed an expression of admiration, and it was really very rare to be so dedicated.

Having white rice to eat every day was already a happy thing, and they really couldn't figure out what drove the great blacksmith to work so hard.