Our troops entered the town, and the town sorted out all the empty houses that could live in it, and many hotel owners were willing to provide housing free of charge, and Mayor Mario also set aside a vacant land for us to set up tents to solve the problem of troop placement. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info In terms of supplies, we didn't take advantage of the town either. We sold the loot to the town for a very low price, three times less than normal. On the other hand, the supplies were provided free of charge by the town, which was paid in disguise. But these problems are not a big deal in general, and what I am worried about now is the problem between our soldiers and the residents. Although the townspeople highly welcome us into the town, after all, we are a foreign enemy, and they have to accept us, and if any conflict occurs at this juncture, it may cause trouble out of control. In times of war, people may be restrained, but what about after the war? How do we stand on our feet? You know, we're not here to join in the fun, my goal is to make Bieber Town our back. So I repeatedly warned the soldiers of the system not to contradict the locals, but I was still not at ease. Mellon Philip and Mayor Mare were now discussing the construction of the defensive line and the battle plan around the map, so I took the opportunity to sneak out and take a look outside.

However, the facts tell me that I have been thinking too much, and the soldiers of the system naturally get along with the residents. I walked around town and didn't see anything wrong. The archers wander around leisurely, whispering between sisters (although it feels very wrong to say it on the street) and using various methods to get the men they talk to. Goblins roam the streets, constantly selling so-called "goblin souvenirs" made of wood, just like vendors. Others stood at the counter, trying to convince the boss to buy the loot they had secretly hidden for two or three times the price. However, because they have a lot of credit, I didn't pursue it. The barbarians found common ground with the mercenaries in the tavern, and large cups of ale and beer were splashed everywhere under the violent impact, and what remained in the cups went into the stomachs of the people. The tall giant sat in the square, smiling at every child. Driven by curiosity, the frightened child approached the "big monster" and asked him in a milky voice which legend or fairy tale he came from. Everything is so harmonious.

When the horn sounded, all the adult men in the town and the soldiers of the system put down what they were doing, according to the drawings and plans we drafted with the mayor of the town, picked up the tools, carried the materials, and started the work in full swing. Under the belief of protecting their homeland, everyone in the town is full of energy, and they work non-stop in the form of a relay race. And our soldiers once again showed our strength, tireless skeleton soldiers; barbarians with high morale and shouting slogans; a militia with a clear division of labor and a conscientious and responsible one; and the mighty giant. With our joint efforts, the progress of the project was completed rapidly. The fence has been made of wood, the gate has been nailed to a solid foundation by dozens of pieces of iron made by the blacksmiths, and in addition to the town's original watchtower, we have built six new arrow towers, which are hasty but of reliable quality. Under the guidance of the hunters, nearly a hundred traps of various sizes were made, some of which were large pits with sharp stakes, and some of which were traps of animal traps on the outskirts of the forest, and the scale was enough to kill a man. The abandoned log cabin in the forest is also one of the passages into the town, and I plan to rely on the system soldiers to form a line of defense there, to wear down the robbers' vitality and weaken their strength when attacking the town. And I have a secret plan in the works. The sun is gradually setting in the west, and the planned project is basically completed, and the speed is unbelievable.

The fortifications were repaired, and the whole town breathed a sigh of relief, and the townspeople believed that this strong defense would hold off the robbers, and that was what we expected. After the work, the people returned to the tavern to toast each other, and the clashing of wine glasses and the laughter of the great men formed a music that belonged to warriors, mercenaries and adventurers. And on the outskirts of the town, the soldiers of the system and the town hunters are pulling out the beasts in the trap...

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Outside the forest, the camp of the bandits' advance detachment. A heavily armed and outnumbered contingent stopped here. They were numerous and of all kinds of equipment, except for the leaders who were infantry, and they stopped here and stared blankly at the scene in front of them.

The two men in front of the team dismounted, and a man in a somewhat dilapidated but still valuable coat squatted down, took out a knife and dug into the ground a few times, and the loose soil was quickly shattered, revealing the bodies buried underneath. The man's brows furrowed, and the face of the strong man in armor beside him instantly turned iron blue. ''Captain, we must make these bastards pay!'' We will use our blood to show them what it will happen to offend us! The strong man roared as he said this, his palm tightly clenched on the hilt of his sword. ''The deputy head is right, we are going to kill them all.'' The robbers behind also followed suit, and for a time there was a lot of commotion. ''Enough. The man spoke, a very calm word, but it made hundreds of robbers shut their mouths. The only person who can do this can only be the leader of the bandit group: "Ron Baker", a man who looks ordinary but is more terrible than three hundred robbers combined. He stood up, patted the dirt, and said in a still calm tone, "Bring those cowards here." ‘’

A few pale-faced, trembling men were carried over by the other robbers, and if I had been here, I would not have known who they were, but they were among the nine who had fled. ''You come with me.'' Ron pointed to one of the men and called the man to his side, just in a position to obfuscate the soldiers by speaking in a position that would be heard by the chiefs, and he softened his tone: "Tell me what happened." The named robber shuddered, and the further he spoke, the more strange the faces of the bandit leaders next to him became. And the robber continued, dancing with his hands and with a frightened countenance, as if he were recounting a most terrible nightmare. When the robber finished speaking, Ron was already deep in thought, and after a short wait, he finally spoke, "The enemy is too strong, and it's not your fault. When the robber heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief, and his face was bloody again. But'Ron''Ron'Ron''Ron'' The robber's face turned pale in an instant: ''Please, Commander, don't...''' Before he could finish speaking, the sharp scimitar had already slashed through his neck.

''See, that's what happens to cowards!'' Ron raised his bloodied blade and shouted, "Despicable enemies have attacked us, and their shamelessness and viciousness are a hundred times greater than ours. And these bastards left our brothers behind and fled, leaving them surrounded by farmers and mercenaries. There is only one fate waiting for these cowards. With that, he looked at the other robbers who had fled: "Kill them all!" Hearing this, the robber leaders rushed straight forward and, without waiting for them to explain, sent them on their way. When Ron saw that the men were dead, he continued: "Now those foolish farmers are sitting at home with lots of gold coins and beautiful women laughing at us, thinking that we will be afraid of them, and that we are going to teach them a good lesson and show them how good we are!" After Ron finished speaking, the robbers immediately boiled over, shouting the slogan of robbery and killing, Ron nodded in agreement, and walked aside with the deputy head Bauer in the cries of the younger brothers. There they began a real conversation.

''Is he telling the truth?'' ''Bauer asked. ''Probably right.'' Ron nodded: "I asked several people, and they all said so, although I don't believe it, but there must be some means on the other side." But don't worry, if their strength is really far superior to ours, then we won't be standing here. Then why did you kill it? Bauer was a little puzzled, but Ron was unimpressed: "Otherwise, would it be disheartening to wait for them to spread the news?" Anyway, the intelligence is known, so there's no need to keep these cowardly waste. ''' Hearing this, Ron shook his head directly: "No, they are prepared, and it is not possible to storm it." Want to surround the town and don't let anyone out. Also, send a message to other bandits. Whether it's true or not, I think we've all hit a hard head. ‘’

Bieber Town ---

''Mr. Lee, is this what you call the plan?'' Mayor Mario looked at the cartloads, cages of beasts, monsters, and goblins dipped in oil on the ropes, and felt very strange. ''That's right, Mr. Mayor. I smiled and nodded, and my heart was filled with emotion: "A plan, a plan used by our great ancestors, a plan that can help us defeat the enemy!" ‘’