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The sky began to darken in the afternoon, and as night fell, sparse raindrops began to fall.

The fourth group of freed mobs escaped through the open gates. At this point, Eric came back and told me that there were no more people left to organize a fight of sixty.

"So, now can you start having some fun?" ”

"There are fewer and fewer mobs who dare to participate in riots, and most of the nobles' minions are dormant, but that doesn't mean that there is nothing to do at the moment." "Actually, it's even more dangerous now." At first, these mobs thought they could take us away, so they dared to attack us head-on. That's why we're taking advantage. No mob of any number can stand up to the soldiers, but now, they will hide in the corners, using their familiar surroundings to destroy us bit by bit. We are more dangerous now than ever. ”

"What would Giovanni do when he was stationed in a town like this in the past?" I asked Eric.

Eric laughed and said, "Giovanni is stationed in town? You're kidding. He will rob the wealth of the city, take away the prettiest and ugliest girls in the city. He would keep the pretty girl for himself, and then force his enemies to marry the ugly girl. Giovanni would never have been stationed in town, or he wouldn't be alive now. ”

"That's what we're in now, and Giovanni hasn't encountered it either, right?"

"Yes." Eric nodded, "More than half of the Valanians in Valankov love Giovanni, but in such a situation, during the siege, the uprising continued. Capturing a city and managing a city are two different things entirely. The Valans can win many wars, but it has to be said. There is a shortage of people among us who have the talent to run towns. ”

"Let's build a guard first." I put this morning's report on the table, "A unit appeared outside the city, with more than forty cavalry and more than ninety infantry, without raising the flag. Very well equipped. ”

"It's a mercenary." Cruzedale asked.

"Yes." A cavalryman who had just joined the Civic Guard said to me. "They wandered in the mountains, so poor that three of them wore a pair of trousers. Five people share a wife. However, they are good at fighting. ”

I handed the two letters to the messenger, "Since this force is unknown, report it to the Paraven garrison." Around the capital, rebels pro-Fitre appeared. The two letters were given to the garrison officer himself, respectively, and to Jefferson, who lived in the lower city, and went to him first, and he knew what to do. ”

The messenger looked embarrassed, "My lord, I may not make it to Paraven alive. I like your coins, but I prefer my head. ”

Two of the messengers who delivered the letter for me have not returned. Most of the messengers in the city are not willing to serve me now.

"There is a ship," I said to him, "as fast as an arrow, and it leaves the harbor in the afternoon." You won't be in danger. ”

Eric added. "Your family will be here waiting for your return."

The Courier's face flushed with rage, "What does this mean, Lord Mayor?" You keep saying that you are here to fight those noble minions, but now you use the same methods as bandits and robbers? ”

He was so angry that he threw the letter on the table.

I picked up the letter, slipped it into the gap of his clothes, and said to him, "It is no secret that you are in the service of the Valans. Your family is already in danger, and what safer place could be in such a dangerous city than my residence? Find a way to get aboard, and you will be grateful to the Valans, who have always been rich in rewards. ”

He shook his head in frustration, "Your greatest reward is to take away those horrible heads, and this is hell, Lord Mayor. Your enemies will not be frightened, but my family can't stand such torture anymore. ”

After saying the last sentence, he put on his hood and hurried away through the side door.

He is the third messenger I have sent out to-day, and I have arranged three routes to spread the news of this place for me if one of them succeeds in reaching Parabun.

In addition to the soldiers of the Guards who were attracted by the food among the townspeople, the little boy also brought six young men.

I'm curious how these six young men with different looks and accents came to be the older brother of the little boy. But when I asked, most of them didn't want to tell me more. They said that their brother thought I was a trustworthy man, so they were willing to come and get me a job. The six lads were each short in stature and had different disabilities: some had lost a whole piece of skin on their legs, some were missing a few fingers, some had had their heads burned with boiling water and had no hair, and one had a large burn mark on their face.

After the establishment of the Civic Guard, the citizens elected a captain.

However, it is frustrating that the captain they elected is actually a nobleman who is in charge of business in the city. The man was over fifty years old, but he seemed shrewd and capable. When the citizens elected their own guard captain, he and his employees bribed the citizens with a bag of flour per person, plus threats, so that the citizens elected him as their own guard captain. The captain of the Civic Guard, chosen by the Valan soldiers, was Eric.

The two captains stood in front of me together and wanted me to swear allegiance. When the allegiance was over, the man teased Eric and said, "How does it feel to swear twice to the same person?" ”

Eric laughed and ignored him.

Since the citizens have elected such a person, I can only cooperate with him. I told them to continue to recruit the townspeople into the guards, and to keep the town under martial law, and that only a few grain merchants and lumberjacks could enter the town, and that they were not allowed to come into contact with the townspeople, and that they had to leave the city after dropping off their goods.

When I talked about the city's martial law, the captain of the guard kept smiling sarcastically.

I was very unhappy with the cunning of the townspeople, who tactfully made their trade-offs between the Valans and the local nobles, so that whoever took control of the city in the future would not incur retribution. In pursuit of such safety, they are as supple as grass, always being changed by the wind. I quickly suppressed my frustration. I told the local captain of the guard that he would have the same rights as Eric, but that they would be responsible for restoring law and order in the town, including the arrest of thieves, the prohibition of smuggling, and the punishment of thugs. Beyond the basic accusations, if I need to call in the soldiers of the Civic Guard to serve me. Or fight with the Valan soldiers. It must be agreed by both of them.

"Although the citizens elected me out of love, you are the one who enabled me." The man said, "Excuse me, then, who can remove me?" ”

"If you go against the original purpose of the Civic Guard, you are not responsible for the protection of the citizens. Then if there is a dissatisfaction with the citizens, I will remove you. ”

The man made a look of surprise and said to me with a sarcastic smile, "Oh, that's a long sentence, and it's so long that you're the one who can remove me." ”

"Why do you want to be the one I deposed?" I asked him rhetorically. "If you're here just to prove that I'm a city magistrate who doesn't keep my word, that's all I can say. You're so stupid. You work for a few teeny nobles, but ignore the royal appointed mayors in front of you. Now that you have become the captain of the guard according to the rules of the Valans, it is only natural that the Valans will fight alongside you. ”

The man nodded, "Your Excellency's words are very beautiful. My name is Heredin. Red. Always ready to serve you. ”

"Heredin. This is the name of the Creelian. Are you deceiving me? I asked dissatisfied.

"Your Excellency still knows Creel?" He raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Didn't you call me a Wikibian barbarian? Don't you call the Creelians barbarians? Shouldn't barbarians be familiar with each other? ”

"My lord misunderstood," he nodded, "I volunteered to fight in Rhodok when he was attacked by the Salanders, and I was a sailor there. The first ship of Salander that our ships sank was called Heredin. You know, at sea, the sinking of a ship is the greatest bad luck, and after that, the ship will not continue to be unlucky. Sailors love to give themselves the name of a shipwreck, and I am no exception. ”

"Is Ulrick City east or west of Lundkaburg?"

"Neither." He smiled slyly, but with a hint of friendliness, "Lundka Fort is a sea fortress, it's where Salander's Creelic servants are stationed, it's just south of Yurik City, it's only half a day's sail downwind. ”

"Yes, Heredin." His answer satisfied me.

Eric watched in silence as Hereddin saluted me again and took his leave.

He pushed open the door, and the screams of the fighting in the city magistrate's square were immediately heard inside my mansion.

I asked behind him, "What makes an Imperial warrior a minion of a nobleman?" ”

He was stunned for a moment and continued to walk out.

After the formation of the Guard, the forces of the Valan soldiers were finally withdrawn from patrolling the streets and returned to the Valans' brigade.

The Valan soldiers had already lost several soldiers and wounded more than a dozen, which was a very serious loss, because the Valan soldiers were difficult to replenish. Eric and a few Valan officers have begun to recruit soldiers from the Vykia diaspora to supplement themselves, but there are very few Vykian expatriates in the town, only a few dozen, and a considerable number of them are descendants of the Diaspora, who do not identify with the Valans, and only regard themselves as Svadias, for fear of being involved with us. We ended up adding ten Wikians and more than twenty selected Swadians. When these recruits join the Valans barracks, they are asked to forget the military orders they are familiar with, and the Valans military orders are all given in Wikipica, and these recruits are required to learn simple WikiAsian quickly. In addition to these men, the six or seven lads were taken by the Kujits to train them in the skills of horseback riding and reconnaissance in the manner of the steppe people. The Kugit said that if a man was an adult, it would be difficult for him to learn the skills of horseback riding and archery of the steppe people, and that it was easy to train younger ones, which made the child also ask for it.

After the change of guard between the Valan soldiers and the Civic Guard, there were different things in the city, some of which were mobs that disappeared almost overnight, and the workshops even began to reopen, and they were producing the only remaining raw materials into goods, as if they were not worried that their goods would not be shipped out because of the city ban, while in other areas, there were frequent reports of the Civic Guard raiding certain sheds and workshops, and the mob was still rioting. Eric reported me to me. Heredin unearths many thugs hiding in underground hideouts and raids their homes and workshops, but in some neighborhoods, Heredin refuses Eric's plans to search.

Hereddin was still serving his old master. But I'm happy to see it happen. It's a good start, although I don't know if things will get out of my control.

Eric put me at ease. He has arranged our own soldiers at Hereddin's side, and if Hereddin colludes with the nobles to try against the Valans, we will know as soon as possible.

Training the new members of the guard became the main task of several other Wallan officers besides Eric. But they ran into a problem. They trained the Swadians like the Wikibians, but they didn't expect that the Swadians would surrender with their heads held up every time they were beaten and encountered, instead of fighting to the end like the Valan soldiers, which made the officers more or less contemptuous of the recruits. However, the Svadia soldiers were somewhat obedient, and some of them were very intelligent, and they were able to understand the changes in formation and the use of various weapons. They will not stubbornly choose the weapons they are good at, and they will do well with the orders of the officers. However, the habit of beating the recruits by the officers of Valan caused the recruits to be dissatisfied, and when the varan recruits were beaten. Recruits would fight alone and be ashamed of their companions' help, but once Swadia recruits formed a friendship, when one of them was beaten, all the rest swarmed up. Officer Valan was actually beaten several times by the group, and his nose and face were swollen and he reprimanded the Svadians for having no honor.

The run-in between officers and recruits continues. The Valans' barracks had a fatal attraction for the young men, because although the Valans and Vecchians were the majority of the Valans in the barracks, such recruiting habits did not make it exclude foreigners. Of course, the Valans prefer Valan's comrades-in-arms, but when a recruit from another nation enters the Valan barracks, as long as he becomes a Valan, then the Valans will accept him. The unrestrained nature of the Valans attracted the poor people of Swadia to join them, and in the barracks, all the people were Varan soldiers, in terms of food, clothing, shelter, weapons, and pay.

A few days later, six recruits chose to leave the Valan barracks and join the Civic Guard instead, and I didn't stop them, at least most of the recruits chose to stay at the Valan barracks.

A few of the lads in Crucedel were still learning how to mount their horses, and when I watched them clutch their manes, I remembered the Romanov squire I had killed, and that squire had seen me the same way in the past?

When I walked up to Crusedle, Crusedell said, "They only see this as an errand, not as a warrior, and such people can't be trained." Look at them, they scream when they scratch a little skin, like a bunch of guys who don't have egg bags. ”

"They're just not good at horseback riding."

"They don't know the joy of being a warrior." Crucedel looked at me meaningfully, "Most of the joy of a warrior comes from the joy of revenge. You've got to give me a chance. ”

"What chance?"

"Look at the wounds of these lads." Cruzedale puffed out a puff of smoke, "In their home, there is also a blind girl and two boys without feet, and their family is quite large. ”

"How did they get together?"

"Caught by a beggar's head." "These wounds were caused by the beggar's head. They also have an older sister who has died of illness. The blind girl's eyes were pierced by a beggar with a red-hot needle, and the beggar asked their sister and sister who would sleep with him and who would go to the streets to beg for money. Their sister agreed to sleep with her, so she was left at home to work as a secret prostitute, and their sister was stabbed blind when she was willing to go to the street to beg for money. ”

"I see what you mean." I felt a wave of anger churning, "You can actually do it directly." ”

"Do you think I don't want to? These are my soldiers, and it is my wish to give them a taste of revenge. You'll be happy to see someone take revenge, right, Viktorboyar? ”

"It's a pleasure."

"Okay." Crusedel continued, "Now the problem arises. The beggar is a citizen of the city, and after you have imposed martial law on the city, he has obeyed your commands, stayed at home and did not go anywhere, and asked for our protection. The little ones escaped during the fire, and several times they went to seek revenge, but they were driven out of the block by the Valans. Yesterday, when I was about to dig out that scum and hand it over to these boys, your citizen captain, Heredin, told me that the citizen guard had protected the inhabitants and was not allowed to go in and arrest them. I found Eric, and the Varan who killed that day actually had an opinion with this Swadiyake. Kruusedel said to me, "What are you going to do, Victor boyar?" Is it to make these lads warriors, or to give your Citizen Guard a good name? ”

He took a grunted puff and lazily spit it out.

When the smoke cleared, I saw a cold glint in Crusedle's eyes, and I rarely saw the Kugit so angry.

In the distance, Swadia recruits stood in a row, learning to use shields to protect themselves and their comrades under the guidance of Officer Valan. The patrol of the Civic Guard rested on the side of the street, watching the training of the Valan military camp with curiosity.

What am I going to do.

"Make a decision." Cruzedale urged me. "Victor the Valan."