"And this time you'll stay and help Will guard the town of Bull, I think the two of you are enough to face all the dangers. Even if the orcs who attacked the White Bear tribe descended the mountain and attacked the town of Boer, you would be able to hold it. "The town of Bull is no longer the town it used to be, with tall walls, elite soldiers, and many high-morale townspeople.

And York City has to do it, otherwise the consequences are serious, and even a little risk is worth it.

Although the butler still had worry on his face, since the young master's attention had been decided, as a subordinate, he only needed to do what the young master thought now, instead of continuing to oppose it. He nodded, and then said, "Young Master, if I stay, then who will prepare the logistics for you?" ”

'Amüller, he did well last time and asked him to do the same this time. Qin Feng walked a few steps, stood at Mankou, pushed the wooden door on the switch, and looked at the soldiers practicing in the square below.

"Amul," the butler frowned, and he said, "Young Master, he is still too young, although he has been with me for a long time, and he is also very smart, but his talent is limited, I am afraid that he will not be able to manage the logistics of so many troops for the time being." Last time there were only a few hundred people, but this time, young master, you will bring thousands of people, relying only on Amulle, I am afraid that he will be in a hurry. ”

"I'm afraid Shirina would be more suitable, she's smarter." The housekeeper proposed.

"Helina." Qin Feng shook his head, "She is not suitable, let her stay in Bull Town, and I will take Amul with me." Steward, this matter will be left to you, even if Amul is lacking, you need to help him more. "Sirigon's approach has made him no longer able to trust them, even if, as the steward said, Shirina is smarter and more appropriate than Amul.

The housekeeper nodded, he didn't know what the reason was, but the young master had already made a decision, he could only abide by it, and the young master's tone did not give him room to refute.

"Lowell," Qin Feng looked at Rowell and ordered: "Prepare the formation of the army as soon as possible, I will take half of the infantry and all the levies, and you only have two days, and in two days, we will rush to Fort York." All you need to do is pick your soldiers and get ready to go to war, and I'll be waiting for you outside the city in two days.

"Yes, young master," Rowell ordered.

Half of the soldiers plus all the levies, then it can be said that there are almost more than a thousand soldiers in his hands. After a large number of displaced people flocked into the city, he quickly expanded his army with the help of a large number of displaced men, and now he had 8 teams of Roman adult troops and 10 teams of Roman army of prime, plus 5 teams of levies and a team of 50 cavalry. Now he has a strong army, even if he only brings ordinary soldiers, it will not be difficult to deal with the remnants of the orcs in Fort York, not to mention that he still has the barbarian allies of the White Wolf Tribe.

"You all go down, I'd like to see here for a while." Qin Feng waved his hand to let the two of them retreat, he brought a chair, sat in front of the door, and looked at the hard-working soldiers in the square. He had been grading papers in his study, and it was the first time he had watched the training of soldiers in the barracks like this today.

In the city of York, the old shaman sat on the main seat, looking at the noisy generals under the seat with a calm face. Since his last defeat, while no one has put all the blame on him, his authority has been challenged. Many orcs are talking about him, and the radical orcs regard him as the source of all failures.

Although shamans are an exception, every shaman is a group of people who are naturally respected by orcs, but when a shaman leads an orc to fail, his prestige will gradually diminish until one day his head is cut off by a rebel henchman.

The old shaman knew this, so he would gather all the generals today, looking at these unruly generals, he was not sure in his heart, could these brainless orcs really obey their orders?

"Okay, do you think I'm here as the Colosseum?" The old shaman paused on crutches and made a muffled sound. "Get out of here if you want to fight."

The noisy orcs were silent, even the steel skins.

The old shaman's remnants are still there, even if all the orcs are dissatisfied with him during this time, but the inheritance is here. Whether in ancient times or in the present, all the great commanders of the orcs are shamans, which is an unchanging reality.

"You think we have a chance to stay here any longer, who thinks so?" The old shaman stared angrily at the general who sat down: "The barbarians of the White Wolf Tribe are on the mountain ahead, and those despicable humans will come back to attack us at any time, do you think we can stay here?" ”

"Those humans only sneak up, what else can they do but do that. You said they would come and attack us, it was simply impossible, those humans didn't have that guts. "The success along the way has long made the orcs think that humans are vulnerable in their hearts, and even if they failed last time, many generals also thought that it was the humans who attacked them despicably.

The other orc generals agreed, and the noise rang out again.

The old shaman didn't know what to say, and perhaps it was useless for him to say anything at this time. He glanced at the steelskin, but the steelskin turned his head away from him. He could only sigh at this point and leave on crutches. Orcs respect the strong, and he has long lost much power at this time after defeat, and now all the orc generals do not agree with his words, and even the steel skin that has always supported him in the past is the same, he can only retreat, otherwise he will die here.

It is common for orcs to commit the following crimes, and the beasts are not unfamiliar with this situation.

As for the consequences of these orcs, he didn't want to worry about it, anyway, there were a lot of orcs, and it might not be a big deal to die as many as they wanted.

He mounted a wolf and braved the snow towards the province of Kalin. The commander-in-chief of the province of Kalin is his friend, and as soon as he gets there, he will regain his rights and status.

He didn't know that after he left, Steelhide followed him out of the tent, and he stood on the city wall and watched the old shaman riding a wolf in the snowfield.

"General, he .........." What a gnoll general on the side wanted to say.

"No, I've already made the arrangements." Steelhide interrupted the gnoll general's words, and he looked at one of the werewolf generals on the side. The werewolf general nodded, jumped on the female wall, and raised his head and roared.

As his howl sounded, the wolf galloping in the distance was suddenly pounced on by a few white shadows, and with a few wails and splashes of blood, everything vanished.

It's not that I don't want to leave your life, but your life is left or a hidden danger, I wish you to drink with the God of War in the Temple of the God of War, old shaman. With a smile on his terrifying face, he glanced at the calm snowfield, turned and left with many orc generals.