After accepting the allegiance of the two Crusader swordsmen, footsteps appeared again in the blue-white light cluster, and a small group of spearmen walked out in a neat line. Behind them, followed by a small group of archers with longbows and arrows on their backs, dressed in short blue and white coats.

In Levi's impression, there were only a few archers in Viscount Lane's castle, and most of them were men who were too weak to train to become warriors. During the battle, these men always stood behind the safety of the city walls or on the watchtowers, firing cold arrows at distant enemies.

In short, it is a profession that Levi does not have a good impression of, cowards. Far from being comparable to the valiant knights.

The sniper archer, Sir Grace, impressed Levi and was the most powerful archer he had ever seen. However, Levi's overall impression was not reversed, and it was not until the archers recruited in the heart of the castle were neatly arranged in front of him that he realized that the archers could be so imposing.

The squad of archers were tall men, no less than heavily armed pikemen. The short coats they wore didn't seem to have the good defense of the pikemen, but they were much more flexible in their movements. A long bow more than half a man tall rested on their shoulders, and the material seemed to be made of cherry wood, but it was better than cherry wood in terms of elasticity and strength.

When the pikemen stepped out of the blue-white ball of light, they were carrying a bag that looked rather heavy. Levi couldn't help but glance at them, and one of the pikemen immediately walked over and opened the bulging bag towards Levi.

The aroma of fresh oats came to my nose, and the bag was filled with a bag full of shelled oats. Levi grabbed a handful of the bag in surprise, and the satiety oat grains left a cool and slippery feeling in the palm of his hand, and each oatmeal looked particularly attractive.

The pikemen were able to carry the weight quite well, but it was still a bit of a struggle to carry the bag. Levi estimated that each bag contained about 40 to 50 pounds of oats, a total of eight bags of about 400 pounds, if you save food, it should be enough for about two days of food rations for hundreds of refugees in the camp. Thinking of this, the young knight squire finally breathed a sigh of relief, and it seemed that he didn't need to worry about food for a short time.

Although the oats were not very large, the old magician Mr. Dish made it clear that this was only a day's production in the heart of the castle. 400 pounds of oats a day would not only provide enough food for all the refugees, but also provide a small surplus.

The most pressing food problem was thus solved.

By the time Levi returned to the camp in the afternoon, his small group had become a force of 12 pikemen, 8 archers, and 2 heavily armored Crusader swordsmen. This well-armed force was spotted by the camp guards on the watchtower from a distance, and the guards, who had already become frightened birds, immediately sounded the alarm bell vigorously.

Grace was directing several villagers to clean up the new warehouse, and when he heard the alarm bell, he immediately grabbed the silver fir longbow and rushed to the watchtower. In the forest not far away, the figure was longing, and the cold light belonging to the metal sword flickered from time to time, and Grace quickly judged it, and came to the conclusion that it seemed that a force of more than 20 men was approaching.

Warren the Ranger used his spear well, his bow and arrow skills were better than his spear, and although he was more than a step worse than Grace due to the limitations of his rank, he was still the undisputed first among the defenders of the entire refugee camp. After hearing the sound of the alarm bell, he was only a little slower than Grace, picked up a hunting bow, and walked briskly up to another watchtower.

"Prepare to shoot!" Grace coldly ordered, then raised his longbow and aimed it at the forest, and the four camp guards, including Warren, raised their bows and took aim. However, except for Warren's hand, which was still stable, the arms of the other three people were trembling, and if they did shoot, God knows where the arrows would go.

Grace almost wanted to curse, there were no decent blacksmiths in the camp, it was almost impossible to forge iron arrowheads, and these guards were wasting precious resources. However, if they were all driven down, there would be only two bows and arrows left on the watchtower, Warren and Grace, and it would be an impossible task to suppress more than 20 well-armed enemies.

"One hundred and fifty meters away, three salvos, ready to ......"

"Wait a minute!" Grace was about to give the order to shoot, when Ranger Warren's voice suddenly sounded rapidly, and one of the guards was so nervous that his hand trembled and he almost shot the arrow. Luckily, Grace was right next to him, squeezing his shoulders to let the guy go.

"Warren, what's going on?" said Grace, in a stern voice. Warren's body couldn't help but tremble, and then replied in a low voice: "Lord Sir, the troops below have a familiar feeling, it may be that Master Levi is back." ”

"Levi, when he went out, he only had four guards with him! Can't you see that the team below has more than 20 people?"

When Grace heard Warren's explanation, her first thought was that it was impossible, but as the team in the forest gradually approached, the thick blue and white coat belonging to the pikemen could already be faintly seen, so Grace shook her head in disbelief and put down the silver fir bow in her hand.

"Alright, alright, it's okay. Disperse, open the gates, and welcome Lord Levi back. ”

Warren had already put down his hunting bow and ran down from the watchtower, shouting loudly as he ran towards the entrance to the camp.

Since the wooden gate of the camp was completely burned down by the Great Demon Burner, the two large trees that had just been cut down from the forest were still carrying branches and leaves on the trunks that had not had time to be cut off. Warren commanded several of the strongest men in the camp to push hard, and finally pushed the two big trees halfway apart, and Levi also happened to be at this time, leading a team that had increased several times to appear at the edge of the forest.

"Lord Levi, you're back. Warren bowed respectfully to Levi, and the big men beside him bent even lower. Although these people have a lot of strength and a strong physique, they are all farmers and have not received systematic martial arts training. For a knight like Levi, the fear is much stronger than that of Warren.

"I'm back, Warren. Is something happening in the camp?" Levi said as he walked inside the camp. Spearmen walked in in a neat line, followed by a squad of archers. When two Crusader swordsmen in full armor walked in with heavy steps, Warren's mouth opened wide and he forgot all about to answer.

"Lord Levi, this, these two adults are...... Is it a knight?"

Lord Knight? Levi was stunned for a moment, and after thinking about it, he already had the ability to dissipate his fighting spirit, and the two Crusader swordsmen were certainly enough to be called knights. So he nodded and said, "Well, yes, they are my knights, and they have just arrived here. ”

Hearing Levi's words, Grace, who was walking down from the watchtower, slipped and almost fell.

Ever since the two Crusader swordsmen came into view, Grace had been on his toes. With his strength of reaching about level 6, although he was not able to successfully comprehend the Dou Qi Seed, he also had some understanding of this magical power. Levi could see the fighting spirit of the Crusader swordsman, and Grace certainly wouldn't fail to see it.

At first, Grace thought that the two knights were the guardian knights of Levi's family. After all, being able to have the ability to dissipate fighting spirit means that the door of high-level knights is already open, and even an ancient and noble family will not have too many knights of this level.

However, Levi's statement represented that the two knights belonged directly to his subordinates, much to Grace's surprise. He had raised his opinion of Levi several times, but this time he felt that he still seemed to seriously underestimate Levi's background.

"With two great knights as his subordinates, what kind of family is this Young Master Levi, is it the first heir of an ancient family?" Grace thought as he stepped down from the watchtower.

"Sir Grace, I have thought of a solution to the problem of food. Levi said, pointing his hand behind him. The pikemen with bags on their backs unloaded the weight from their shoulders and piled them on the ground to form small stacks.

Grace squatted down to untie a bag, and was immediately attracted by the yellow and full grains of oats inside, he twisted a few oat grains with his fingers, rubbed them gently, and then put them in his mouth and chewed them, showing a satisfied smile.

"Very good oats, just perfect taste. ”