According to the agreement between the Imperial Aobo garrison and the local nobles, the defense lines that the nobles were responsible for were basically connected. This is also so that the nobles can take care of each other, not in the event of falling into a well, or even the rout of the whole line.

But they overlooked the fact that Hemalton College, which was aided by the Alliance, took in a large number of civilian students.

It is definitely a good idea to disrupt these graduating students and mix them up in various lines.

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Because of the hypocrisy of the nobles, as well as the exclusion activities, in the first few operations to clean up monsters, there were heavy losses. So much so that the adjacent defensive lines were extremely surprised, even if the small actions of the nobles were now somewhat restrained, they still made it impossible to recover for a short time.

In order to prevent the nobles from suddenly changing their minds, Aobo's military can only indulge in the small actions of the nobles. To put it simply, as long as you don't make too much noise, it's a matter of turning a blind eye.

Therefore, even slow animals such as ploughing cattle have become important strategic materials. They still don't forget to engage in friction, and they are always thinking about how to get those poor students out.

In their minds, the poor are not worthy of school. Not to mention learning a craft and becoming an adventurer. In the minds of these petty aristocrats, the poor were only the lowest labor force, and they were only worthy of being coolies.

...... On the path at the edge of the forest, several ox carts were moving slowly. The birch bark-wrapped wood wheels, due to the lack of lubricating oil, make a "squeak, squeak" sound from time to time.

On the car, stacks of sacks were stacked in unison. The deep rut marks on the ground, as well as the occasional "moo" sound of the ploughing oxen, all show the heaviness of the cargo on the ox cart.

Several horsemen followed the ox cart in a casual manner, and their bodies swayed as the horses moved forward.

It was like falling asleep.

"Hey, Negan, who the hell attacked Lord Hobbes's camp?"

"Who knows? Maybe it's the monsters. Isn't it said that those monsters are as intelligent as humans?" "It's not impossible to attack the camp or something. ”

One of the horsemen straightened his waist, and then looked around,

"Hey, hey, don't scare me!"

An old soldier who took off his helmet and showed his beard held his head high and gasped. Take a leather water bag from the horse's duffel bag and pour it into the mouth a few times.

"Hahaha! Look at that scares you. What we do, are you afraid of this?"

"I'm just not like I'm dying in a fool's errand. The cavalryman argued.

"Dawson! This is the edge of the forest. Can you put away your broken wine bag first?"

Judging from the tone of his voice, Dawson was the oldest member of the team. And the man named Negan is also a veteran oilman.

"Got it, got it. Captain!"

Dawson deliberately said the word "captain" very seriously, and then after a few more sips of wine without care, he reluctantly put the wine bag back into the duffel bag on horseback.

Just as a few people were chatting leisurely, there was a noise at the front of the line. Then, the convoy slowly stopped.

"What's going on?"

The young man who was called by Dawson as the captain asked sharply.

A few minutes later, a message came back from the front of the line.

"There's no way ahead!"