"What are you doing in the village?"

One of the heads asked.

This is a middle-aged man, judging by his face and clothing, he should be a craftsman or a hired laborer.

"Find food and weapons, and by the way, see if there are any survivors to ask about the situation."

Chu Zihang said frankly.

With their fighting power, there is no need to hide it in the face of these civilians.

"We can give you a little food, but we have to exchange it for water."

The middle-aged man said.

Their food was sufficient, but there was not enough clean water, and they did not dare to go out to find it.

If the trial team doesn't come, then it will be self-circulating.

"Childish Girl, Takar, go outside and get some water."

Chu Zihang ordered.

"Yes."

The two of them took the order.

There was a well in the middle of the village, which was not destroyed by the orcs, so they quickly fetched water and came back.

"Thank you."

After taking the bucket, the middle-aged man's face was a little less vigilant.

They returned to the cellar with the buckets, and the crowd seemed to hear the cheers.

"Thank you for fetching me water, you deserve it."

The middle-aged man climbed up again, holding a basket of black bread in his hand.

Even in modern society, brown bread is not a delicacy.

In the Middle Ages, when productivity was lagging behind, brown bread was often not pure flour bran, but was mixed with ground chestnuts or beans.

Because the ingredients are complex and not easy to ferment, they are particularly hard.

There's a medieval joke about not arguing with your wife in the kitchen, or she'll pick up the black bread and blow your head off.

But even so, some poor people can't even afford to eat.

They would put some rough wheat flour in a bowl and pour some hot water to make the wheat paste, and if they could, they would add some wild vegetables or meat of unknown origin to it.

Chu Zihang took the basket and broke the black bread and distributed it to everyone in the team, and one person was divided into about three-quarters.

The quality of this brown bread is actually not bad, at least it can bite well.

However, the people who were fed by the war gang still showed disgusted expressions.

The middle-aged man was shocked when he saw it, and he had some doubts about their identity, but wisely did not say it.

Chu Zihang nibbled on bread and set up the information.

The middle-aged man didn't hide anything, and told him everything he knew.

The middle-aged man's name was Donald and he was the baker of the village.

The village was called Rhodes and was the domain of Baron Reyek.

Three days ago, a group of orcs suddenly attacked the area, and the villagers fought hard, but they were slaughtered.

Only Donald escaped with his family by hiding in the cellar.

"Didn't the Baron send an army to help you?"

Chu Zihang asked.

"The orcs attacked us at night, and the village didn't have time to send messengers for help."

Donald shook his head,

Moreover, he still has a hidden worry in his heart.

It's been three days before a group of strangers come to find them, and I'm afraid the situation on the baron's side is not very good.

"And what are your plans?"

Chu Zihang asked again.

"I don't know."

Donald looked confused.

It's not okay to hide in the cellar all the time, there will always be a time when the food will run out.

But he didn't have the guts to leave the village with his family.

The carnage that night had scared Donald out of his guts, and the thought of running into orcs on the road made him shudder,

"Then come with us."

Chu Zihang said.

"Coming with you? Where to go? ”

Donald asked.

"Let's go to the baron's territory you said first."

He thought for a moment.

It's all barons, how can it be a bit of a formal army, and it shouldn't be wiped out by the orcs who are still holding wooden sticks.

"No, no, what if you run into an orc?"

Donald's head shook like a rattle.

"Orcs are not scary, we killed three orcs on the way here."

Chu Zihang showed off his loot.

Donald recognized the orc's iconic stone stick, and his pupils narrowed.

He had seen an orc with such a weapon smash a villager into a meatloaf with a single stick.

And the young man in front of him actually killed this orc, and it didn't seem to be hurt.

"Are you really Orions?"

Donald asked cautiously.

"What does it matter if it is or not? As long as we're human. And we didn't mean it. Otherwise, if you pour smoke into the cellar, you won't live. ”

Chu Zihang said.

Donald was a little angry when he heard such a vicious method, but he also had to admit that he had a point.

"But."

He was still a little hesitant.

"If you stay here, you will surely die, and you will waste only food and weapons. Live with us, or be killed by us, you have no other choice. ”

Chu Zihang's tone was a little cold.

Although he pitied these poor people, he had to think first of all for his own regiment.

Walking with the Donald family is already a manifestation of Chu Zihang's soft-heartedness.

Space Marine is the Emperor's large currency, and he is not eligible to splurge it.

The naked threat made the baker's face extremely ugly, but he still didn't have a seizure.

He didn't dare to face the orcs, and naturally he didn't dare to blow up the hair with the strongmen who could kill the orcs.

"Can you let me talk to my family?"

Donald said reluctantly.

"Go ahead, but don't take too much time."

Chu Zihang nodded.

After a period of bickering and debate, Donald drilled his head again.

"With you, what do we have to give, and what can we get?"

He asked.

"Hand over all food and weapons, and follow my orders. You will be protected by us, whether the enemy is human or orc. ”

Chu Zihang said.

"Will you swear to the gods of your faith?"

Donald said.

"Of course. I swear to the great Lord of Humanity to keep Donald and his family safe. ”

He swore by the Aquila salute.

Donald saw his piety and settled down a little.

Although the name of the Lord of Mankind has not been heard, it does not matter.

The beliefs in this world are very complex, and there are many gods.

However, people still attach great importance to faith, after all, the gods will actually perform miracles, although not very often.

After the contract was made, Donald climbed out of the cellar with his family.

There were five of them, Donald, his wife Melania, the eldest son Donald Jr., the youngest son Barron, and the daughter Ivanka.

His family's looks are not bad, especially his daughter Ivanka is young and beautiful, and her figure is even hotter.

Donald glanced at everyone covertly and found that none of their eyes lingered on Ivanka's body, and he was relieved.

Now that he had decided to accept the protection of the Trial Team, he took the initiative to hand over the stored supplies.

Not to mention the food, the abundance of weapons and equipment surprised Chu Zihang.

Four spears, a one-handed sword, a short-handled chain hammer, and a scythe, hoe, and pot lids.

Chu Zihang asked for a one-handed sword, the chain hammer was given to Takar, and the spear was distributed to the rest.

As for the sickles and hoes, they were left to the Donalds.

Chu Zihang, the pot lid, also stayed, and he could also be a shield.

He pulled out his one-handed sword and danced a few sword flowers casually.

The quality of the sword is average, and the weight is also a little light, but it is stronger than nothing.

Looking at Chu Zihang's chic and neat movements, Donald's sense of awe was stronger, but his sense of security was also more.

"Your Excellency, do you want armor?"

He rolled his eyes and said.

(End of chapter)