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At night, oil lamps were lit in the barracks, and there was not much oil in the barracks, only half of the area was illuminated. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info the townspeople and mercenaries were eating their first meal of the day, and the unsavory oatmeal bread was accompanied by a small bowl of broth.

There wasn't much food in the barracks, and it would be enough if it was strictly rationed, after all, they didn't need to hold on for a long time. The only thing to worry about is the water source, the well in the barracks is outside, and now no one dares to go out to fetch water, so they can only cope with the rainwater from the windows of the upper floors, and the witchcraft of the fish-men has stopped.

Mo Yan and Camos won the favor of those surviving soldiers because of their actions during the day. They offered to provide a room for four people to use, instead of sleeping on the cold floor or huddled with other people, and even the amount of dinner in the evening was more than others, but Mo Yan still hadn't eaten enough.

"I have some cookies here. ”

Looking at Mo Yan, who was sitting on the bed in a daze, Camos smiled and took out an oiled paper bag from his arms. He knew Mo Yan's amount of food, and he could eat all the food of five people, and those things would be appetizing for him at most. He had some dwarven bread here, which he had in reserve. Most of the dwarves who were unable to make fires in underground mines carried such things with them, and one piece was enough for an adult man to eat for a day.

"Thank you. ”

Without pretentious pushing, Mo Yan took the biscuit handed over by Camos, took a piece and stuffed it into his mouth. It's bland and hardly tasteful, but after eating it, it feels magically full, and of course, a little thirsty. Mo Yan, who probably guessed what it was, returned the rest to Camos.

This is not the world that used to be, and this kind of compressed biscuit-like thing may not be cheap here.

"Do you know what this thing is?" a red gem was pushed in front of Camos, and Mo Yan, who had been thinking about it for a long time, finally decided to confess.

He didn't know how long the siege would last, and he didn't know how long the siege would last, and there were still women and children in the town who had not been evacuated, and he didn't know how long they could hold out. These finally made Mo Yan make a decision, wealth is only something outside the body after all, and there is no need to make the situation stalemate because of a gem.

The language barrier is still a big problem, so pen and paper come in handy again. Mo Yan revealed the origin of this gem, and did not foolishly reverse his original words, the gem became a product of luck in his story, and had some connection with those fish people.

"It's really about you!" the corners of Camos's eyes twitched.

After learning what Mo Yan meant, Camos's head instantly became bigger. The worst happened, and the person took the initiative to admit that if the townsfolk who had died knew about it, the black-haired alien would definitely be hanged. Based on his understanding in the past two days, Mo Yan would never obediently follow those people's wishes.

"Even if they could catch you, at least half of those people would die, and the other half would become the rations of the fishmen. ”

Camos rubbed his temples and wondered how to fix the situation. Mo Yan believed that he had told the matter, and he couldn't and shouldn't tell a third person about it, after all, Mo Yan just did something bad unintentionally.

Camos, who figured out the joints, quickly rolled up the parchment paper on the table and threw it into the fireplace in the room. His movements alarmed the resting mercenaries, but they closed their eyes after just one look. They had a hunch, but it wasn't something they needed to worry about.

"Don't tell anyone about it. ”

Camos gestured to his mouth, and Mo Yan had already understood Camos's plan when he burned the parchment, and nodded to tell him that he understood. The gem was put away by Camos, and he walked out the door briskly towards the balcony, not seeing an eye staring at him around the corner of the hallway.

After nightfall, the fishmen launched several attacks, trying to enter the barracks from balconies and other positions, but they were all repulsed. The balcony is not wide, and the gate is well defended. The spear that stretched out from the door turned the entire gate into a hedgehog, and there were already many fish-men strung on it.

"Aren't you supposed to be resting? ”

The soldier in charge, one of the survivors of the day, saw Camos come to the balcony and handed him a small pot in his hand. It was some non-strong wine to warm up. The door here has been broken by the fishmen, and a lot of wind and rain have blown in through the cracks. For warriors, only true brothers are able to share wine, and Camos has apparently been included in the list of soldiers who can be shared.

"Some apprehension, so come here and have a look. Camos took a sip of his wine, hmm...... It is a familiar smell of mead.

"There's nothing to worry about, those fishmen won't be able to attack anytime soon. Thank you for the daytime, if it weren't for you and that outlander, we probably wouldn't have survived, I owe you my life. The soldier looked at the balcony door that was being reinforced, and his words were full of joy and gratitude for surviving.

"Uh...... That one. You are real soldiers, and no one with the slightest honor will die for you. ”

Camos was a little overwhelmed by this sincere gratitude, and although he was involved in the rescue, he was not the one who played a decisive role. Even he felt that Mo Yan should not win this gratitude, after all, everything was caused by him. It was he who caused the death of these soldiers' comrades, even if it was unintentional.

Originally, Camos's plan was to throw the red gem to the fishmen from here, maybe to stop the fishmen's madness. But when he actually got here, he found that the idea was naïve and terrifying. He couldn't do it without realizing it, throwing something under the balcony. If he was discovered, he didn't know how to explain his move.

After a few more conversations with the soldier, Camos made an excuse to leave. The barracks is not a large space, and it is difficult to find an unmanned window. Eventually, Camos made his way to the toilet and, enduring the unpleasant smell, threw the gem out of the window. The fish-men had surrounded the barracks, and Camos wasn't worried that the fish-men wouldn't find the gem.

And when Camos opened the door and walked out, a townsman who had been waiting outside the door for a long time hurriedly got in, holding his stomach, and the poisonous rain in the afternoon began to show its effect.

There are not many antidotes in the barracks, only those who still have combat effectiveness can use them, and others can only endure the damage of the poisonous rain, and some people have begun to have diarrhea uncontrollably, which is also the reason why the toilet smells bad. And in a few days these people will be dehydrated and completely incapacitated.

Back in the room, Camos met the bearded man at the door, with at least six heavily armed soldiers, who did not look as friendly as he had been in the evening. An unknown townsman followed at the end, and Camos instantly understood what was happening, and what he feared most had happened, and someone had linked the two events.

"There's something I need you to do with that stranger. ”

The bearded man with his hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist said his intention straightforwardly, and although the soldiers behind him looked entangled, they all looked vigilant. If what the townsfolk said was true, and the two had something to do with the fish-man attack, then even if they had saved them, they would have to take it down.

"Can you give me some time? He couldn't hear us, and I needed to explain. ”

"Alright, we'll wait at the door, you've got five minutes, and we'll need to collect the weapons. ”

It's a fully enclosed room, and the windows aren't big enough for people to get out, not to mention the fact that it's full of fish people outside, so don't complicate things. The bearded man didn't want to fight someone like that, and although he was reluctant to admit it, if he did fight, they really wouldn't be the opponent of the black-haired man.

Five minutes passed quickly, and the bearded man who had not seen the two of them come out for a long time finally waited impatiently outside the door. He vigorously pushed the door open and burst in with a full rage, only to see the three people lying on the ground. The stranger was gone!, glancing at the room, the bearded man annoyed at his carelessness.

"What's going on? How did you faint, where did that outlander go?"

The bearded man who couldn't find a figure when he looked through the boxes and cabinets woke up the three people who fell to the ground, and looked at Camos who was sitting on the bed. It was already clear that the stranger had fled. But he didn't know how the other party did it, except for the door and the window that couldn't let people leave at all, it should be airtight.

"I don't know. Carmos shook his water-soaked hair and touched his aching stamina and said, "After I told him what had happened, he suddenly attacked, and I only felt a pain in the back of my neck, and I didn't know anything." ”

"He's too fast, and he's ...... We can't figure out why he attacked suddenly. We only saw him hit Master Camos once, and then rushed to our side and knocked us out, he was so fast, I had never seen such a speed. ”

The two mercenaries didn't know much either, they were knocked unconscious only a few seconds later than Camos, and were now ashamed of their dereliction of duty. They are also people who survived the battlefield, and they would be knocked unconscious here, and if that person had any other thoughts, they would already be dead.

"It's a conspiracy! They're in a gang! No merchant would be stupid enough to stay here this season. They brought those damn fishmen here!"

The townsfolk shouted loudly, and the others in the aisle gathered around, and after figuring out what was going on, they also began to shout.

The faces of the two mercenaries turned ugly, and the long swords that had been inserted in their waists were drawn. And this irritated the townsfolk even more, because the fish-men attacked everyone who was distributed, and at this time they aimed their guys at their own kind.

"What are you yelling about!"

Behind the crowd gathered at the door, a low and then majestic voice rang out, and the captain of the garrison heard the commotion and finally arrived with the men.

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