In the next few days, Su Mo has been leveling, and after the new version is launched, he has unlocked the level of fifty, and the whole game is in full swing to level up.

The main quest has nothing to do with Wallace anymore.

Su Mo had visited Wallace without any clues, and Wallace had obviously become a busy man.

In the few minutes since Su Mo's visit, there had been a knock on the door at least three times—and that was when Wallace had told him not to disturb unless there was an emergency.

Obviously, I feel that everyone is no longer at the same level.

Even if Wallace was still passionate.

After brushing the monster for a few days, brushing until his head was dizzy, Su Mo finally rose to the fifty-second level.

Then I received a report that a large group of NPC centaurs were heading towards Huggins and had entered the territory.

Su Mo almost thought that someone wanted to settle accounts after the autumn.

Neither Count Dracula nor Archduke Stan died, but they were lost in the war, and they were bounty by the Federation, but no trace of them was found.

Su Mo thought that Count Dracula might come to take revenge on him, but he didn't show up after waiting for so long.

Archduke Stan probably wouldn't have come to retaliate.

His Excellency is a charismatic existence, but his values and Su Mo can't be synchronized.

It wasn't them this time.

As Su Mo received the tip, the messenger also came to him, and what was handed over was an official document from the Federation.

Garrison notice?

A 15,000-strong corps of the new Southern Army was ordered to be stationed in Huggins, hoping that Huggins would be able to provide some material support.

Su Mo was a little puzzled after receiving the order.

It is not uncommon for the regular army of the Federation to be stationed in the local area, and the entire Federation is basically composed of large and small nobles, otherwise it would not be called the Federation.

Lordless realms are almost non-existent.

It is impossible for the regular army to live in the sky, so it is natural to be stationed in the fiefdoms of the local nobles, forming a relationship similar to borrowing.

And the nobility did not reject these garrisons.

The power of the nobility is greater than everything, and sometimes they even have the power to mobilize the regular army in the fief to do some private affairs, such as suppressing bandits or something, and the noble territories where the regular army is stationed are relatively peaceful.

But Huggins is different, why is there a sudden garrison in this poor and remote area?

And as soon as it is stationed, it will be stationed in fifteen thousand, one-fifth of the strength of the entire Southern Army, even if Su Mo and Wallace make a deal, they will not be able to win such a force.

Su Mo also didn't want an army of NPCs stationed in his territory.

In this way, he will not be able to develop this player's territory unscrupulously, and it will be difficult to keep the secret if he does anything out of the ordinary.

Of course, now is not the time to think about this.

The first thing he had to figure out was why he was stationed here, and why his Huggins needed fifteen thousand elite regular troops to be stationed.

It doesn't feel good.

Su Mo thought of the two old men who were still lying in the tavern, and their mood was as depressed as frosted eggplants.

As a lord, he must lead his subordinates to meet him.

Now with the cavalry combat system, the players are all tall horses, and the blood-colored battle flags are mostly warrior professions, all wearing shiny armor, and hundreds of people gather together, which also looks extraordinary.

Su Mo didn't expect that the leader of this force was actually his old acquaintance.

Sheriff Thorrin!

Oh no, I can't say it's a sheriff, the old man accepted his appointment and became an officer again after exposing Archduke Stan.

Thorin Sartre snorted heavily when he saw Su Mo.

He hadn't forgotten what Su Mo had done to his dog, this Lord Huggins was nothing at all.

Lost the face of the nobility.

"Oh, Your Excellency, I haven't seen you for a long time, is your dog okay?" Su Mo is very self-cooked.

"Luckily, at least no damn thieves want to steal it." Thorin Sartre said in a strange way.

"That's good, that's good, if you don't worry about leaving it at home, you can send it to me, you must be serving like an uncle, and we have a lot of dogs here, and I personally have one." Su Mo knew that this old man was just having a weird temper, but in fact, he was upright and a little cute.

"Forget it, let's get down to business." Thorin Sartre was defeated by Su Mo's cheekiness, sarcasm was useless, and he was not easy to say, he would appear to have no aristocratic demeanor.

"Okay, the garrison has notified me that I have received it, and now I will come out to greet you, Your Excellency, can I understand the intention of your army stationed in my Huggins, this should not be a secret, even if it is a secret, it will not be hidden from me as a lord." Su Mo asked solemnly.

Everyone is a colleague, and they are all good people, so there is no need to beat around the bush.

"Alas, it's only been a few days since it was peaceful." Thorin Sartre did not answer Su Mo immediately, but sighed heavily.

If it is really peaceful, he will be disarmed again and return to the field and go to the border to become a minor sheriff.

If you have nothing to do, you can inspect the border defense, or walk the dog, it is really the most comfortable life in this life, but unfortunately, I was deceived by Su Mo to participate in the war, and then I shouldered greater responsibility.

"With the old general here, something can't be settled!" Su Mo patted the horse's ass.

"If only that were the case." Thorin Sartre looked back at the soldiers who were following behind him with no end in sight, and sighed, "I only hope that these fifteen thousand brothers can let them go home and reunite with their wives and children as much as possible. ”

Su Mo couldn't help but be in awe, and praised: "Your old man is really a benevolent general. ”

"If you really agree with me, don't pull back in the future." Thorin Sartre said.

"Look at what you said, tell me, what support do you need from us?" Su Mo said angrily, his background in reality determines the strength of his support, and it is estimated that he will not be able to understand so many lords in the entire Huggins.

"The food and grass supply of my men and horses will be supplied by the five surrounding fiefdoms together, and you may have to work harder because you are stationed in your fiefdom." Thorin Sartre got into the groove and began to make his own demands. Frankly speaking, he doesn't trust the nobles very much, and knows what the nobles are.

Selfishness is a must, and some of them are bad for all sorts of reasons.

"It's all small things, and I'm going to do my best to support them." Su Mo calculated, in fact, even if he was asked to pay it alone, he would be able to take out the provisions of this regular army.

It's not that Master Su is floating, it's that Master Su is rich.

He controls not only one Huggins, but also the villages of the nineteen guilds, and the Countess of Burriman is also an ally.

Of course, he's not stupid.

The Federation had already arranged for five fiefdoms to jointly support him, and there was no need for him to be the culprit.

"By the way, I remember that Stan City was built by you, and it seems that you have a lot of experience in building it." Thorin Sartre was very satisfied with Su Mo's attitude.

"Yes, yes, I supervised the construction, and now it has become a famous building in the Federation." Su Mo was secretly happy in his heart, should there be another similar business coming to the door.

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