The Navy commandos and the red-clad postmen who remained in Finn County were warmly welcomed by the residents in the evening.

These destitute villagers have nothing to entertain their guests. But they still decided to take out all their "goodies".

For example, roasted sizzling fish, such as rabbit meat, such as hard dough, such as larvae caught in the woods that take hours of walking, and ...... Mushrooms and wild vegetables dug up in the forest.

Aside from the clump fish, these things are almost indistinguishable from trash in the eyes of the commandos and the red-clad postmen. But when the inhabitants enthusiastically took out their food and handed it to them with a smile of humility and cowardice, none of them could say no.

Dussaint couldn't refuse. The food in front of him was the most abundant—the dozen or so fat insect larvae that were still writhing, and they were said to be the most delicious delicacy.

"These bugs are all dug out of the bark of trees." A fourteen or fifteen-year-old young man next to Dussander was introducing this "delicacy", and he was swallowing saliva as he spoke, "You can eat it raw, the juice in it tastes very sweet, better than the sweetest wild fruits......

With some difficulty, Dussaint picked up the worm that was still wriggling in front of him, and then ...... I was bitten by this bug.

"It's okay, you can eat it when it's cooked." The young man took the initiative to act as a waiter, skillfully piercing the worm with a thin wooden stick sharpened at the end, then setting it on the fire and starting the barbecue.

The fat, white insect quickly twisted under the scorching flames, and after a few seconds of being burned by the fire, it was completely immobile.

"Eat it hot." The young man swallowed several more times, then shoved the stick with the worm string into Dussand's hand.

Looking at the young man's expectant look, Dussander really couldn't refuse. He could only bite the bullet, close his eyes, and stuff the worm into his mouth.

A fatty taste fills Dussand's mouth, and the sticky taste has a slight woody smell peculiar to plants.

Other than that, it's sweet – sweet.

Dussaint felt like he had eaten a strange piece of pure pig fat, sawdust seasoning, and three pounds of sugar.

"Doesn't it taste good?" The young man smiled, "It's something we don't usually want to eat—only women who have children can eat it." ”

Fat and sugar are precious sources of energy that are difficult for these poor people to obtain. Such a strong sweet and fatty taste...... It will indeed be easy to make them feel satisfied.

"Master......" The young man looked around, then asked in a low voice, "Let's ...... later" Can you really have your own land to grow wheat? ”

"Of course there is." Dussander nodded, "With the steam wagon, you'll be able to dig up all the dirt around you – so you have fields to cultivate!" ”

Digging up the soil and then carrying it back and piling it up in the fields is the main way the villagers now transform the land. Thanks to their continuous efforts, the fields in some places are now close to 10 centimeters of soil.

Getting a sufficiently thick layer of soil for the field is only the first step in starting farming. Despite the difficulties, they are still "making" for themselves in their own way, the land that can be used to grow crops.

"That's great." The young man smiled, "We won't have to go hungry anymore!" ”

Hundreds of people gathered around the fire to eat together, and the environment was very relaxing. Although the villagers did not have any wine themselves, the soldiers of the naval commandos carried wine jugs with them.

After eating the roasted worms, the Navy soldiers began to drink and share their rum with the villagers, handing out rum to the Navy commandos, a tradition in the Imperial Navy.

"I wish you good health!" Drinking has to be congratulated, and the naval commandos and villagers are not as good as the nobles can do so much work. Going back and forth, they began to wish General Horn and Dussand "good health" over and over again.

Dussaint also joined in the fun with everyone, and although he didn't drink, he was still very happy.

"Boom!" Everyone was drinking and eating meat lively, but Dussander faintly heard an explosion in the distance.

Before Dussander could react, General Horn on the side suddenly threw the flask in his hand.

He snatched it with one hand and shouted.

"All of them, get into position!"

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Dusand was escorted by two red-clad postmen to the cave where he had been held, and Colt sat on the ground, looking at him with a smirk.

Looking at this situation, no matter how nervous Colt is, he should know that he is being calculated by Dussand. But he had no calculated anger at all.

"With the red-clothed postman and those poor people, it is impossible to stop the elite team of the Ministry of Security." Colt turned to Dussand, "Mr. Lord, give up resistance. In the name of Mr. Duke, I assure you that we will keep you safe when you give up your resistance. ”

"You all heard that." Dussander sneered twice and said to the red-clad postman beside him, "This old brother has moved out of the Duke - this is a naked false accusation against the Duke." ”

"We'll take note of it and pass it on to the Privy Council." The red-clad postman who escorted Dusand smiled brightly, "This is a merit to be awarded a badge, thank you, Mr. Lord, for your report." ”

Colt laughed a few times, and he still seemed to feel that Dussander didn't have any chance of winning.

"Mines can only hinder the attack, but not repel the enemy." He said to Dussand, "The naval commandos can only exert their full combat strength with the support of the shelling of naval ships, and you will lose." ”

"You go on." Dussaint found a clean ground and sat down. He rolled his eyes at Colt and said, "How many people can you muster together for a fishing company of less than three hundred people?" There's a battalion of naval commandos out there, and if you can't beat that, then I'll admit it. ”

"Who said...... We have less than 300 people? Colt warmly replied to Dussand's question, "Monsieur Duke has four pits around Bosenke, and there are at least five hundred overseers in the pits. Moreover, we still have a lot of miners to use. ”

He winked his eyes at Dussand, "Like Finn, he was once a mine slave for Confederate soldiers. They take up arms, and the power they can burst out is much higher than that of naval commandos. ”

Dussander paused, and then sneered casually, "Give weapons to the mine slaves, I'm afraid they will kill you first!" ”

"Ordinary miners do, but the allied miners are different." Colt laughed twice and spread his hands out, "If you want them to sell me their lives, I just need to reward them with a ship that can return to the Alliance." ”