The quartermaster on the side was impatient: "If you want to chat, stand far away, don't hinder me from loading the car." Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

A few baggage soldiers hurriedly carried the sacks of grain to the cart, and Mira told them to load more, but the grain cart was so big that the dozen or so bags of grain were already trembling, and six or seven carts really couldn't hold much. After learning about the current situation, the foodie suddenly asked, "Since it is carrying so many hungry people, isn't it safer to carry so much food?"

The quartermaster squinted his eyes and glanced at him: "How can you pretend more, how can you pretend more? Don't you see that you are about to fall down at any time now? No matter how much you pretend, it will be useless if you can't take it away." ”

When the foodie brought the modified grain cart to the quartermaster, the quartermaster's face changed: "This is not good, you are violating the law." ”

"Isn't it what you just said, as long as it's a grain cart, as long as it can fit in, we can change it however we want?

The quartermaster's face darkened, "Hmph, even if you put a baffle on all sides of the car, how many more bags can you pack?" ”

"Wait," the foodie took out a roll of oilcloth and carefully pasted it on the wall of the car, "untie the sack, and pour the grain directly into it." ”

"What?" The quartermaster was taken aback and poured straight into it? Isn't that every inch of space in the car being used? How much food does such a cart have? The quartermaster said angrily: "Don't play tricks in front of me, how can there be such a car, I don't agree." ”

The representatives of the Gipps had been silently following Mira, and when they heard the quartermaster's words, they immediately clamoured, for them, even an extra liter of food could mean that their loved ones would have lived one more day, and if it weren't for the heavily armed soldiers everywhere nearby, they would have stepped forward to reason with the quartermaster.

One-eyed put his arm around the quartermaster's shoulder: "Brother, I've also been in the barracks, and I know what you're thinking, but let's analyze it." First of all, we collected so much grain a few days ago, so the army is not short of food, and I think what you need to worry about is how to transport so much grain with the army; secondly, Master Kempinski said to give us six carts of grain, but he didn't say how we want to load these six carts of grain, and you also said that as long as we can load it, whatever we want, everyone hears it; finally, see that those people behind us are not, they are the representatives of the hungry people, if you don't handle this matter well and provoke the hungry people to mutiny...... , I heard that adults are still looking for something to sacrifice flags, are you interested?"

As soon as the first grain cart left the camp gate, the nearby surrounded the whole group, and everyone watched in disdain as they watched the grain piled up on the cart, and kept swallowing. However, the deputies had been with Mira for a few days, and they knew a little about Mira's character, so they spontaneously came out to persuade the people to maintain order, but they did not cause any riots.

The grain cart walked in the vast desert, and on all sides it was a desolate earthy yellow, and a few marmots were playing in the half-withered bushes, and suddenly they were startled by the rolling wheels, and they did not know where to go.

Except for Night Feather and One-Eye, who were still on guard, Mira and the others had already gotten into a half-empty grain cart or lying or lying, Mira smiled and asked, "Foodie, how did you come up with this idea? At least two or three times more, you look at the quartermaster's eyes, almost bursting fire." ”

"I used to go to the rich man's field to steal corn cobs, and no matter how much I carried them, I could only get seven or eight, and I had to leave a few more when they were chased by dogs. Later, someone taught me how to wrap all the corn I picked with my clothes, so that not only could I take about 20 cobs with me at a time, but I could also ensure that everything went wrong when I ran, so I used it this time. ”

As he spoke, Night Feather urged the horse to approach the grain cart: "Commander, there is something wrong with those gypsies. ”

Mira stood up and looked behind her, and in the vast twilight, she vaguely saw a shadowy crowd in the distance, he shook his head and said, "It's too far away, I can't see clearly, have you found anything?"

One-Eye also came over: "When they first set out, they were still scattered and walked at random, but then they slowly gathered into several groups, and the groups kept their distance from each other and sneakily connected, I think they were prepared to disadvantage us." ”

Mira said angrily: "Didn't they just send the food down at noon and feed them all? ”

Fast legs said quietly: "People are dying of hunger, what kind of benevolence and morality do you talk about?"

The big man nodded heavily, "yes, if it were me, I would have to do the same." ”

As night fell, Mira sent half a cart of food to the back, and some of the Gipps thanked him for their kindness, while many more watched him quietly in the shadows. Mira became a little nervous, and solemnly told the Gipps representative not to go near the grain truck at night, otherwise he would burn the grain.

The moon slowly rose, and several members of the Skeleton Mercenary Regiment sat quietly in a small area surrounded by grain carts, watching the campfire of the Gipps camp in the distance be lit, and many people were singing and dancing around the campfire. The singing broke the silence of the night and brought a knowing smile to everyone's face.

Mira coughed, "It doesn't seem to be anything abnormal, do we have too much heart?"

Fast Legs pretended to be mysterious: "This must be paralyzing us, preparing to take us by surprise, tonight seems to be a sleepless night." ”

Night Feather slowly emerged from the darkness: "There are a few people over there, but there is no hidden trace, and it seems that there is no malicious intent. ”

After a while, an old man approached with several young girls, Shi Shiran, holding a few large gourds in his hands, saying that he was grateful to Lord Mira for giving them food, and had come to offer them the wine they had carefully brewed.

"Wine?" Mira couldn't help but cry out: "You don't even have to eat, where do you get the grain to make wine?"

The old man immediately swore an oath, saying that these wines had been brewed before, and they were usually frozen in cool wells, so they were not searched by the cavalry who collected grain and grass, and they were definitely not stealing the grain of the army. Seeing Mira's expression softened slightly, the old man smiled and said, "My lord, our gypsy girls have a singing voice that is better than a lark in the sky, and their dancing is better than that of a swan on the water, since they are so happy today, let them dance for a while to help the adults." ”

Mira was greatly embarrassed and looked at Night Feather beside her for help, only to find that Night Feather was staring straight at a girl on the other side, and the girl lowered her head shyly. Mira looked at this girl carefully, she was neither the prettiest nor the best of them, how could Night Feather be so fascinated by it?

The old man saw that Mira did not respond for a long time, thinking that it was a young man's tender face, he smiled slightly, pulled out a reed from under his robe, and babbled and played, while several girls also twisted their waists with the music.

The moonlight is waving, the music is melodious, the graceful woman is gently swaying like a willow, everything is so dreamlike. Mila said softly to Night Feather, "What's wrong with you? Have you fallen in love with that girl?" Night Feather raised her eyes and saw that the girl was spinning and dancing, revealing a snow-white calf under the flying skirt, and Night Feather blushed and said, "Don't you think she looks like my sister very much?" Mila looked at it seriously for a while, nodded and said, "Don't say it, it's really a bit like Tracey, but it looks much healthier than Tracey, and she dances very well." Night Feather's face immediately darkened: "In the past, when Triss was not sick, she often danced to show me. ”

If the wine is not drunk, everyone is drunk, if the color is not charming, everyone is self-obsessed, there are songs, dances and moonlight, and the old man diligently advises to drink, and soon, except for the little sparrow, several men are a little drunk. The old man was also interested, and seeing that Mira was a little overwhelmed, he took the girls back to the campsite with a chatter, but Mila had nowhere to put her spring heart that was stirred up ****.

Mira coughed dryly, "Okay, don't pretend, which of you has been drinking?"

The big man laughed: "Who dares to drink such wine of unknown origin, I secretly spit it on the ground next to me." ”

Kuaileg smiled: "This old man also doesn't know how to be a man, I thought he would leave a girl to spend the night with our respected head of the regiment." ”

One-eyed gently wiped the blade of the sword and said, "They are doing this, and they want to get us drunk, and they will definitely come to attack at night, everyone should be careful." ”

When the bonfires were extinguished, the howling wind played the rhapsody of the night, the moon yawned and hid in the dark clouds, and countless figures came out of the darkness and pressed silently forward.

The fire flashed, and the little sparrow in a light red robe stopped in front of the grain cart, a little flame in her right hand floated up and down in her palm, and she sneered: "What? ”

There was some commotion in the crowd, and some people began to talk to each other: "It's a fire magician, this is too bad, she's going to burn all the food." ”

Immediately, the well-informed person explained: "Don't be afraid, looking at the appearance of her magic robe, she is at most a trainee magician, and it is estimated that she will have a lighting spell, a small fireball or something, so many of us rush over together, how many fireballs can she release? and we will extinguish it immediately." ”

The little sparrow was so angry that his face turned white, and he was about to get angry, when someone in the darkness next to him burst out laughing: "How many times have you said that you should spend more time meditating and buy less cosmetics, and now you are being laughed at, haha." ”

The little sparrow sneered at each other: "You are not the same, if you read less fantasy novels, how can you still be just a junior thief now?"

With bursts of laughter, Mira and the others showed themselves in the torches lit up by the second time, and an old man exclaimed, "Impossible, aren't you all drunk?"