When the Haori army first came, its morale was at its peak, and it was very difficult to meet the enemy in person. Davao's approach of temporarily avoiding and consuming the opponent's sharp energy may be effective. But there are always two sides to the story, and if Foote is captured, it will be a different story.

The city of Foote was broken, and the morale of the Haori army was greatly boosted, and Davao was already weak-hearted, and even the courage to resist would be lost, and it was almost certain that he would be defeated and retreated.

At the moment, the latter seems to be more likely.

Sparker was anxious, but he couldn't tell that he couldn't keep it, which would lead to a loss of power. He clearly told Feng Luo that he wanted to bet a big game.

Defend the city, and he will become the first person in Davao to repel the Haori army in the last five years. Although Qi Mingyuan will not personally lead the troops this time, it will also break the myth of undefeated.

Failure to defend the city, for him, is the same result as retreating. Failure, losing everything in a short period of time. And if you retreat, you will also slowly lose everything you have gained.

Feng Luo exhaled and slowly lay down. Suddenly I felt quite happy, at least more comfortable than Spark. No matter how bad the war situation is, he will not lose anything.

Sparker said this heartily, and of course Fengluo understood what he meant. Fighting head-on, it's almost impossible to win. The best way is to assassinate and kill the commander, which is easy to say, but difficult to do. Infiltrating the army is a major challenge in itself, and the boss is heavily protected and even more difficult to attack.

Looking back at the assassinations in history, especially the examples of kings being killed, he pondered carefully. Taking advantage of the darkness to sneak in assassination, buy murder, arrange spies, ambush beside the road, dig secret passages, poison, etc., many ways flashed in Feng Luo's mind and were ruled out.

The task at hand is urgent, no more than killing the king. Killing political bigwigs can kill time slowly. There is no time to spend at the moment, such as arranging spies, who will trust strangers in a big war?

The barracks are defended at all levels, and killing stratum officers in the marginal areas will be discovered, and it is not easy to go deep into the assassination. I'm afraid that even a rat can be chopped into meat sauce if it enters.

The biggest challenge is how to get closer. Feng Luo thought about it, and had some ideas in a daze, but it was difficult to be coherent.

The assassination could not be rushed, and Feng Luo tried his best to harass on the periphery and slow down the progress of Haori's army. At present, what he is grasping most closely is the construction in the territory.

The walls gradually took shape, and the tops were paved with flat strips of stone. It's about five feet wide and can accommodate three people side by side. Arrow towers are set up every ten zhang, which can accommodate about 50 people. In addition, there are steps up and down to make it easy for people to go up the city walls.

The arrow towers at the ends of both sides are relatively large and are built according to the topography. Among them, there is a place to place a large pulser, and when there is a condition in the future, a few will be placed.

The gates were made of fine iron and hardwood, and were a foot thick, requiring three strong men to push a gate through the same force. With such a defensive force, they have more than 200 people, which is enough to withstand the attacks of thousands of people.

It is customary for the gates to be completed by slaughtering livestock and burning smoke to pray to heaven. But in the current situation, it is obvious that there is no way to burn smoke. They substituted wine for wine, poured it on the head of the city, lifted it up to the sky, and then poured it slowly, the amber liquid flowing.

Many years later, there are still dark brown articles on the head of the city, which is the traces left by fine wine when the city wall was first built.

Feng Luo ascended to the third floor of the arrow tower in the middle and looked down on his territory. He had been made a baron of the third class, and the realm was officially recognized. The circle outside the city wall also belonged to him.

The area within the city walls is not very vast, and the houses are full, and only about 2,000 households can live. If there are large families among them, there will be fewer people who can accommodate them.

At present, it is still very spacious, with more than 200 people, living in a place that can accommodate tens of thousands of people. The farmland was neatly divided into small plots, and parts began to be sown.

Corresponding to the city walls are the high mountain cliffs that surround at the back. That is a natural battle, and it is difficult to overcome it by manpower.

However, Fengluo took precautions, and built a few simple sections of walls on the high mountains, and arranged several outposts to prevent sneak attacks from behind. The outpost is small enough to be filled with a dozen or so people. Of course, it is still empty, and there is a serious shortage of manpower.

On the highest peaks, a simple beacon tower was set up to warn the invading enemy.

According to preliminary estimates, it would take about 500 people to fully guard the entire territory. Counting the reserves, it has to be doubled. They were only two hundred of them.

Feng Luo walked back and forth at the head of the city, looking carefully. He then went down, accompanied by Li Lu and Sting, and inspected the warehouses built next to the city walls. There are very few weapons in the warehouse, and they are in urgent need of expansion.

Hopefully, these facilities will always be a decoration and not a usefulness. Feng Luo thought secretly in his heart.

"Lord Wind, this is your territory, and you will be the first city lord of this city!" Stin said solemnly.

Becoming the lord of the city means that Feng Luo will truly obey the orders of the Davao Kingdom and will need to kneel down to the king. It also means that he has more responsibilities and always works for the welfare of those who live in the city.

"When you expand your territory in the future and the number of towns increases, you can hand over the position of city lord to someone else. Stin reminded with a smile.

Serving as the lord of the city and stepping down as the lord of the city is an inevitable experience for everyone who rises from low to high and slowly rises in title. There is only one city, and naturally he serves as the lord of the city. There are many cities, especially larger cities, and the original position of the city lord can no longer be occupied.

There will be no substantial loss when stepping down as the lord of the city. The new lord of the city must obey the orders of the lord first, and then the king. Of course, the lord will eventually have to obey the king, which is another matter.

"I think it's a nice place, and I want to live it for the rest of my life. Feng Luo's eyes were full of affection. The place he wanted to live most was Iron Pine Village, and then here.

Starting from a wasteland and building up with all its fill, Feng Luo has never felt so fulfilled. If someone comes and destroys it, Feng Luo will make the invading enemy pay the price in blood!

"Lord Wind, the new city doesn't have a name yet, I wonder if you've thought about it?" Sting asked him for instructions.

"Name?" Feng Luo really hadn't thought of giving the town a name. He thinks it's good to be able to live, as for the name, do you need it?

"Yes, the city belongs to you, and the name is yours. Sting smiled.

Feng Luo scratched his head, without thinking. Like Iron Pine Village, it is surrounded by iron pine, so you can be lazy. Things that grow in the neighborhood are cluttered and lack representative things.

"Otherwise, let's call it Windy City. Li Lu next to him proposed.

"Doesn't this seem like I'm too domineering? Most of the city construction is up to you, and I'm afraid you'll have to replace me in the future, so it's better to call it Lucheng." Feng Luo quipped.

Li Lu blushed, of course refusing. The two of them were at a stalemate and couldn't decide on the name of the town.

"It's better to call it Wind Dew City. Sting suggested from the side.