When it was completely dark, Lydia presided over a simple funeral for the war dead, burying them near the village of Kushui.

Lydia then ordered a pocket taller than a man to be sewn out of thin cloth, under which a lit oil pot was hung from a thin iron chain, and as the air heated, the huge Kong Ming lantern swayed into the sky in the open space outside the village.

A thin iron chain several hundred meters long was tied to the bottom of the oil pot, and when the iron chain was straightened, the Kong Ming lantern had already flown to the highest place. The soul flame in Lydia's hand ignited slightly, and there were also soul flames lit up one after another on the chain.

Each section of the chain has a small soul stone embedded in it, and the soul stones activate each other until the oil pot at the top of the chain. The oil pot is surrounded by four shading flakes with soulstones and spell drives underneath. As Lydia's soul flame activated, the shading sheet slowly rose and fell, looking like a blinking star from a distance.

"What's that?"

"It's the traverser's defiled spell again!"

"This woman must be Ironbeard's accomplice, she deceived the Holy Maiden!"

There were already many onlookers on the side, and at this moment there was a sudden commotion, driven by those elders of the Red Pavilion, the refugees were excited. Some people had already picked up sticks and stones, and they were screaming like cockfights. If it weren't for the guards unsheathed their blades, they would have rushed up and tore Lydia to shreds.

Lydia glanced at them angrily, concentrating on manipulating the Soul Stone. It wasn't long before a star flickered in the night sky to the southeast.

Lydia took the charcoal rod and recorded it for a long time, then looked it up on a form. The depressed expression on his face suddenly became crying and laughing, and when he finally ordered someone to put away the chain and lower the "star", he actually showed a self-deprecating smile.

"Buxiao ordered us to stay for five days, ready to take Greystone Fort."

The proprietress and those elders of the Red Pavilion looked at her in disbelief, although there were magical soul stones in this era, there was no telepathic soul art. Someone suddenly shouted, "This woman must be a liar!" She's going to make us die in this village! ”

"Grab it." Lydia commanded, and immediately two tall sergeants pounced on the man and dragged him out of the crowd.

The proprietress hurriedly stepped forward tremblingly to persuade: "Lydia, they are all elders of the Red Pavilion, don't worry about these ...... with them"

Lydia motioned for the nurse to support the proprietress and asked, "Let me ask first, did the Red Pavilion have laws before?" ”

The question came strangely, and the proprietress hesitated: "Yes...... bar. ”

"What punishment should be given if you disobey the owner's orders during the operation?"

"This ......"

"What is the punishment if someone interferes in military affairs?"

"This ......"

"If someone spreads rumors and divides the army, what punishment should be made?"

The proprietress was dumbfounded by the question, after all, the decisions of the Red Pavilion were all made by her after consulting with these elders. Such a detailed law, she has not yet considered.

Lydia sneered, how could such a free and loose old Red Pavilion be undefeated? Then he drew his sword: "Sergeants, answer me: What about those who disobey orders?" ”

"Kill!" All the sergeants roared in unison, like thunder!

"Interferers in military affairs?"

"Kill!"

"Rumor-mongers?"

"Kill!"

A few "kills" sounded, like echoes in hell. The patriarchs who wanted to attack were already silent, and they wanted to leave secretly but found that they had already been surrounded by soldiers, so they had to stay where they were.

Lydia pointed her sword at the man and asked, "You call yourself a patriarch, what are you good at?" Is it a march to war, or is it a trader? ”

Seeing that the man didn't dare to reply, Lydia said unceremoniously: "I heard that the Red Pavilion fought for seven years and lost for seven years. Hiding in Tibet, there is nowhere to stay. You can only survive like ants in the cracks between empires! After seven years like this, what kind of contributions have you, the 'veteran', made, why don't you tell you about it today? ”

These words are so harsh, but they are also powerless to refute.

Lydia turned her head and glared at the elders of the Red Pavilion: "You boast that you joined the Red Pavilion in your early years, you have no strategy in your head, no responsibility on your shoulders, no action in your hands, you have lived the age of a turtle king, and you deserve to be called a 'veteran' if you haven't done anything?" If you don't have merit, you dare to spread rumors in the army and flout military discipline, do you think your neck is too hard, or my sword is not sharp enough? ”

These words are angular, sharp and sharp. Lydia hated these wastes of empty qualifications before crossing over, and at this moment, the resentment that had accumulated for two lifetimes suddenly erupted, and the originally handsome face was like a fierce god, and those big eyes could only spew flames to burn these "qualification monsters" to ashes.

Those "veterans" were originally opportunistic elements who bullied the weak and feared the hard, and they were also unpopular among the refugee group. At this moment, my hands and feet were cold from Lydia's anger, and a few of them shrank their necks and just hated to become a hard shell like a turtle.

Lydia cleared her throat, "Don't kill people today, because you don't know the rules yet." In the future, if there are any more challengers to military law, they will be dealt with severely! ”

After saying that, he ordered the soldiers to take the veterans back to the barracks for separate quarantine and announced a curfew.

Such a menacing Lydia, not to mention that the proprietress and the young man are not adaptable, even Lydia herself feels that she has taken off a shell. When the refugees had dispersed, she exhaled a few breaths, puffed up her cheeks and kept kneading: "No, no, I always speak so seriously, my face is stiff." I really admire that guy, how can he put on a stinky face like a facial paralysis all day long. ”

Uncle Leiden came over with a smile, "I thought the princess was too tolerant like the saint, but I didn't expect there to be such a stern side." ”

Lydia smirked.

"I've been scared like this, I guess those people will be able to obey for a while." Uncle Layton seemed to approve of Lydia's approach. This also gave Lydia a new idea: Uncle Layton is so open-minded and pragmatic, it can be seen that even among the "elders", there are people who are dissatisfied with those who eat and drink by seniority.

Maybe these people can't be killed with a stick?

A sentence that I heard when I slept in class in my previous life came to my mind: Fight the enemy, win over the centrists, and unite friends.

Lydia rubbed her face, and suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed in her mind, "Uncle Layton, can you help me find a way to count the list of refugees?" ”

"It's so easy." Layton agreed.

Lydia wrenched her fingers and thought as she said, "It's best to distinguish between those elders of the Red Pavilion and those who have special skills, such as hunting, building, weaving, farming, etc. ”

"What's the use of that?" Layton was a little curious, "Isn't our goal to recapture Chishui Bay?" ”

"Fighting a war is just a part of life." Lydia said with a grin, "Kushui Village is located in the center of the Scarlet Leaf Forest and Chishui Bay, and if it can be rebuilt, it will be very helpful for supplies back and forth, and it can be regarded as a strategic location. Can you count the time in three days? ”

Uncle Leiden shook his hand, "Where you need three days, one day is enough." I'll ask, maybe it'll be done overnight. ”

Seeing him leave confidently, Lydia couldn't figure out what unique method he had.