Meria rubbed her sore eyes, put down the file in her hand, glanced back at Ron, who was still unconscious, and walked out of the tent gently.

It was getting dark, and before nightfall, he had to check and arrange the sentry on duty tonight, which was one of his daily tasks.

After Ron fell into a coma, it was definitely not an easy thing to deal with the affairs of Bol City alone, and what made Meria feel most gratifying every day was the routine inspection work every day, watching the originally ruins of Bol City get back on its feet little by little, which made him feel that his efforts were not in vain.

Along the way, the civilians and soldiers who were working on both sides of the street bowed consciously after seeing Meria, and after this period of time, Meria, as well as these new officers to Boer City, were recognized by the residents of the city.

In fact, in the Death Fjord, these ordinary people, no matter what the identity of the ruler of the city is, what qualifications they have, as long as they can be fed, clothed, and have a good accommodation environment, this is enough.

This kind of patrol work is also a good opportunity for Merial to think and summarize her day's work. The city of Boer was not a large area, and it took less than an hour for Meria to be near the central square again, interrupted by the dull thunder in the sky.

Meria realized that she had walked down a street near the central square, and not far in front of him, he saw the familiar sign of the Sword Riding Bar.

"It's going to rain?" Meria's nose twitched slightly, he could smell the smell of rain in the air, this was definitely not good news, although the rainy season has passed, but once it rains heavily, there are still many houses in Boer City that have not been built, which means that many citizens will have to sleep in the rain.

"Eh, my lord, why are you here?"

The door to the Sword Rider Bar opened, and Ginny and Planck stepped out of the bar, surprised to see Merial.

"It's okay, I'm going to take a look around, you're here to buy wine?" Meria's eyes quickly fell on the two black wine bottles that Planck was carrying, and to Meria's surprise, behind the two, a petite figure also pushed open the door and walked out of the bar.

"Sylph, why are you here too?" the corners of Meria's mouth twitched slightly, "You won't be here to drink too, will you?"

"Mr. Lord, when I was in the elven territory, I also drank alcohol, but the wine of your humans tastes different from the wine of our elves. The little girl's face was excited, Sylph was definitely the most relaxed one in Boer City right now, not so much that Miss Bezy would leave her to see the world, but that she would let Merial and others help take care of her.

"Many of the houses in the house have not yet been repaired, and they have come to the bar for the night, this is really not a place to drink, we bought two bottles, my lord, do you want to drink together?"

"Forget it, there's a lot of work to attend to, and if I let my soldiers know that their lord is still in the mood for a drink, they must quarrel. ”

"It's not good for you to have a tight day, it's time to take a break, and besides, we can talk about the future of Boer City, what do you think?" Ginny smiled, "We haven't had a proper conversation since Planck and I came here." ”

"Okay. You hide the bottle so that the other soldiers don't see it. Meria hesitated, then readily agreed.

......

Hamp Great Plains, Yod Town.

The once prosperous lonely city of the Great Plains has become a huge crematorium at this time, and the two major armies facing each other across Yod Town have fought a lot of battles here, elite against elite, there is no possibility of hiding strength, Noah's legion who wants to fight for Hamp City, and the Plantingians who want to go further into the enemy's hinterland, both sides have won and lost each other, but each battle is quite tragic.

In this rainy season, the humid and sultry environment will definitely cause the breeding of epidemics, and both sides are merciless on the battlefield, both want to kill them quickly, but in the matter of dealing with corpses, it is rare to reach a consensus, once the accumulation of corpses causes epidemics, it will be a devastating blow to both sides of the glue.

At the end of each major battle, both sides would send a section of their soldiers to clean up the battlefield, dragging the corpses piled up on the Great Plains into the town of Yod, where they would be burned with flames.

Frank Lampard was lying in an armchair in the middle of the tent, the battle was in a stalemate, and his mood was getting more and more agitated.

The blood of the war soaked the land of the great plain in front of him, and the ground here was slippery and soft when he stepped on it, and even in this large camp, he could smell the pungent smell of blood, and the two armies fought fiercely for several days, and there were definitely tens of thousands of dead soldiers.

In terms of combat effectiveness, the Second Army under the command of Lampard still has a slight upper hand, but after the bloody battle in Yode Town before, the soldiers under his command are still somewhat tired, and in that battle, they definitely lost a lot.

Fortunately, the explosive weapons that caused them great damage in the attack and defense of Yode Town did not reappear, and the battle on the Great Plains was more like a battle of flesh and blood.

"Is this stalemate going on?" Lampard rubbed his temples, after receiving the order from the Grand Duke of Plantington, there was no follow-up, and when the Second Legion inflicted real casualties on the enemy, the price he paid here was not small - it was impossible to say that Lampard did not suffer from flesh, these soldiers were the elite divisions he had worked hard to temper.

"My lord, behind us, it looks like an army is coming!"

Outside the tent, Williams' voice suddenly rang out as Lampard jerked to his feet from his recliner.

The army that appeared in the rear was nothing more than two possibilities, one was its own reinforcements, and the other was the enemy army attacking around the rear.

"How many people are there? Can you see the flag?"

Lampard put on his robes and lifted the curtain of the door and walked out, the soldiers in the camp were in a commotion, and Lampard could feel the tremors of the great plains beneath his feet, and the dull roar of thunder in the distance.

"This hoof, not like an ordinary war horse, dull and long, this is a war horse of the north!" Lampard hurriedly climbed to the center of the camp, on the command platform responsible for looking at the panoramic view of the battlefield, although night fell, but the moonlight on the great plain still allowed him to clearly see the army galloping in the distance.

"That's—" Lampard's Adam's apple slid up and down, "Kyrnilo's Northern Army?"