In Morning Glory Town, there are fires in the five areas of east, west, south, north and middle.

At first, no one cared, but when the fire broke out, the whole town came to life, and exclamations were everywhere, shouting "fire fight, fire fight".

The orcs crowded into the courtyard and saw several lion soldiers lying in the spacious compound, bleeding all over the ground.

There was also blood flowing from several slave cells, and the commotion of slaves was freeing their companions.

Everyone saw the slave violently breaking the locks and quickly retreated.

No one knows if an out-of-control slave will bite or not, and it's right to retreat after all.

Following the burning of Martin's Farm, another slave cell was burned, and the orcs who set it on fire must have had a great cause.

The ordinary residents looked hesitant, thinking about whether to retreat.

These mansions are surrounded by walls, and when the fire burns the walls, they can't be burned, and there are dirt roads in the way.

"Moonlight Valley has been broken, what else do you think, pack up your things and leave, and take refuge in Silver City." Someone in the crowd chattered.

"That's right, the wall of the Moonlight Valley fortress has been broken, and it will take three days for the troops of the royal city to come back, I'm afraid that Morning Glory Town can't stop it, after all, the wall is not so thick at this time."

The townsfolk knew how terrible the Minotaur was, and the body of the copperhead and iron arm alone was terrifying, let alone slamming his fist against the wall.

"Rush!"

The freed slaves poured into the streets, screaming all the way, tears of happiness streaming down their faces.

The townsfolk rolled back to their houses and watched through the windows.

Some townspeople were bold enough to take a few sons with them, each with a rope and a lawn mower, and openly went to the streets to catch slaves, one by one, one by one, and slowly dragged home.

Some slaves don't know where they should go, they are used to being beaten and fed, and they are uncomfortable without anyone to control them.

This makes some free people cry and laugh, but people have their own aspirations, and servility is deeply rooted in their bones, and it is difficult to change the stereotype.

Some rats ran to send information to the slave traders, but as soon as they entered the door, they found the slave trader dead at home.

"The slave traders are all dead!"

"It's terrible to leave no one, which force have they provoked?"

"In my opinion, the bigwigs in other towns are angry and want to start Morning Glory Town, so they take the slave traders."

The news spread quickly, and this is when the orcs had another idea.

The slave trader died.

Ownerless slaves are jumping around town.

When the slaves get together, the townspeople weigh the risk, but when the slaves disperse, the risk is greatly reduced.

"Catch slaves!"

"Catch one of them, the slave traders are all dead, they are all ownerless!"

"Scratch, scratch, can't let them run!"

I don't know who took the lead, which made Morning Glory Town even more chaotic, and all the townspeople mobilized their own forces to catch slaves.

Soon, there was a craze for catching slaves in the whole town, and it was so cool to see one by one.

The adults of the town sent soldiers to suppress it, and dispersed part of the troops.

In the midst of the chaos, the Assassins secretly boarded the ship, rendezvoused with the appointed captain, and sailed out of the harbor with a large number of supplies, heading south to the village.

……

Early in the morning, Alan arranged a lot of work for the slaves, and the village was full of running and sports, except for the old man, no one was idle.

The preparatory teacher dragged the children near the military training team, using the sand to teach on the spot.

Ena Efe's two cat-eared loli squeezed together, and after learning today's font, she sat on the edge of the sand, watching Alan drill the villagers for military training with relish.

"One-two-one, one-two-one, stand upright!"

Alan conducted a large military training in the village, assigning a villager to be a temporary captain and shouting slogans.

Practice standing posture first, and then practice various group movements, such as turning right, turning left, walking in unison, etc.

The villagers had never practiced like this, and they felt useless, but the meat and white rice every day told them that as long as they trained seriously, they would have food, and who wouldn't want to be serious.

As the priest and housekeeper of the village, Hood was a must-visit to the training of the whole people.

He sat by and watched for a while, only to see that they were either practicing their steps back and forth, or quietly basking in the sun, feeling that Alan was torturing the villagers, and there was no point.

"Lord Allen, this training method was already used yesterday, did you teach them assassin skills?" Hood cautiously suggested.

Hood knew that Team Zero trained by Eren was Assassins, and their level of Assassins was indeed very high, bringing out almost all the characteristics of the Cat Orcs, so it was the right choice for Eren to teach Assassin skills.

However, Alan shook his head, "This batch of soldiers is the spearmen of the future, and the assassin teaching can be taught, which can improve the survival rate of soldiers, but it is not the focus of training." ”

"Spearmen?"

Hood was puzzled, imagining the appearance of four hundred villagers with spears and attacking forward, and said curiously: "Do you want to resist the lion cavalry, but the pikemen are not so easy to train, and I heard that the horses of the heavy armored knights wear custom plate armor, and they destroy the ground and pull the cleverness wherever they pass, and even the pikemen can't stop them, and they are directly killed by the heavy armored knights." ”

"The 'gun' I am talking about is not a long gun, it is a new type of weapon, mainly gunpowder and projectiles, and now it is discipline."

Alan revealed a little bit of information to let the priest know what he knew.

As long as the musket was not born, Priest Hood could not think of a way for the musketeers to fight, even if he wanted to break his head.

No, when Hood heard gunpowder, the first thing that came to mind was fireworks.

Boom, the fireworks are beautiful, gone.

And then he couldn't think of the effect of the projectile.

Is this bull's head not good for the horse's mouth, what can gunpowder and projectiles have to do with it, Hood collapsed, and couldn't think of what kind of weapon this was.

"Count the days, the old hunter should have found the rubber." Alan muttered.

The old hunter had never heard of such a thing, but the old hunter knew that there was a kind of tree in the southern woods, and white tears would come out when the bark was cut, and the villagers of the fox village called those trees sacred trees and could not be destroyed.

When Alan heard the old hunter describe such a trait, he knew that the tree was a rubber tree nine times out of ten, so he sent him south to find the rubber tree.

Of course, he also sent orcs to the right along the southern mines to dig for sulfur on an extinct volcano.

Thanks to the extinct volcano on the right side of the Southern Mine Mountains, it would have been a bit of a hassle to find sulphur.

With sulfur, saltpeter, one of the three raw materials of black powder, is not a problem.

You must know that saltpeter was an ice-making artifact in ancient times, and Allen only needed to send a fleet to the downstream town to spend money to buy a batch of saltpeter mines and transport them back.

It is a pity that the southern mine of his own country is not fully developed, and no saltpeter mine has been discovered so far.

Allen went through the recent arrangements in his mind, and basically determined that the pre-preparation conditions for the steam engine and the gun had been solved, and he only needed to spend time transporting materials and equipment.

As for the destruction of Moonlight Valley, Alan is not in a hurry.

You must know that Lionheart, as a war power, definitely did not grow up as a vegetarian, presumably the minotaur will be beaten home in two days, or the two sides will be deadlocked.

The longer they stalemate, the better it will be for Allen.