"If what the Commander said is true, not only will we help you with this favor, but we will also do our best to help you and send food to the front line, which the dreadnoughts on the front line need more than us." Patrium replied with a solemn expression.

The traditions and customs of the kingdom of Lesserman doomed the kingdom to produce few cowards.

The tribe in front of them maintains a relatively complete structure, and has a large number of young people, indicating that they have a special mission.

Raising food for the troops on the front line is their main task.

The latitude of the Lesserman Kingdom is relatively high, and the interior is dominated by plateaus and mountains, and the weather is dry and cold, so only one season of grain can be harvested a year, and the rest is supplemented by vegetables and grazing.

This structural model makes them relatively less resilient to disasters.

In good years, they can barely maintain self-sufficiency.

In the event of a disaster, not only in natural disasters, but also in military disasters like the current one, there will be a huge shortage of food for them.

In the past, it was purely against the Serre Kingdom, but for the reason of the cold lips and teeth, the merchants of the Sesk Kingdom would spare no effort to provide assistance, not only selling a large amount of grain in their own kingdom, but also trying to transport low-cost grain from other kingdoms.

But this time the nomads invaded, even most of Faeron was alarmed, and when the Sesk Kingdom was in danger, it naturally had no way to supply the Lysserman Kingdom at any cost.

In desperation, the Lesserman Kingdom could only hit the Giant Valley and the Inbutu Kingdom across the bay.

It's just that neither is very reliable.

Although the Great Valley was a Druidic regime, it was the Mother Earth who dominated the faith.

Unlike the earth priests of the Golden Wheat Bale Monastery in the Misty Valley, they belong to another branch of the Earth Goddess cultists, who worship the primitive nature of Chantia, revere the primitive ways of nature, and only obtain the necessary materials for life from nature, and they consider themselves to be the true priests of Chantia.

They jokingly called the priests who were dedicated to farming, serving the faithful in towns, cities, and civilized areas, as town priests.

Although their relationship with the more civilized priests was not hostile, and sometimes even cordial, there were some points of disagreement, and when the two met, they often fell into lengthy arguments, leading to an unhappy breakup.

The Druids saw the City Disciples as the new nouveau riche, and the more civilized priests believed that the time of the Druids was over, and while the Druids still had value in the Wilderness, what the rising nations needed was a more organized and professional faith controlled by a more rational and rational clergy.

As a result, the valley had extremely fertile land, but very little cultivated area, and the small settlements maintained a relatively primitive and conservative way of life for the Druids, who survived by small hunting, cultivating small open pastures, and collecting dead branches from the forest.

It is worth mentioning that this custom originated from the druids, not the elves, and ninety-nine percent of the population of the Great Valley are humans, not to mention elves, even half-elves are very rare.

When people think of forests, the first thing that comes to mind is elves.

Nowhere is this more evident than in the Valley, where most of the elves of the Great Forest of Comanso have joined the Great Retreat, there are few pure elven villages and communities there.

But the influence of the elves on the area is permanent - the customs, the philosophy of life, the large number of half-elves, etc., and this will not change with the great retreat of the elves.

It is said that these two forests suffered from the calamity of the elves in ancient times, resulting in the death of a large number of elves, and the rest were forced to leave this place, until two thousand years ago, when a large number of humans moved here, and it became lively again.

All in all, if some people are moved here, they can draw nutrients from the two forests and become self-sufficient.

But it is completely wishful thinking to collect a large amount of food from here to supply the front.

As for Inbutu, which is separated by the Gulf of the East, this country is often jokingly referred to as the forgotten country, and the lack of characteristics is the country's greatest feature.

They are surrounded by impassable mountains to the west and north, and surrounded by a sea of fallen stars to the south and east.

This left them relatively isolated, with no strong foreign enemies and a serious lack of ambition, and the ease of shipping made their trade as prosperous as the Kingdom of Sambia.

It's just that their system of using the holy warriors as the ruling class makes them far less aggressive than the kingdom of Sambia, and they have adhered to the tradition of non-interference since the founding of the country, allowing their neighbors to handle their own affairs, unless such a policy of non-interference seriously affects the people of Inbutu themselves.

This is also an important reason why the Great Valley can maintain the Druid government, if there is a country like the Kingdom of Sambia as a neighbor, the Great Valley must develop a stronger government to protect itself, if not destroyed.

This policy made the kingdom of Inbutu an excellent trading partner, but also the worst ally in wartime.

Grain convoys from the Cormier kingdom have arrived, and the country has not responded effectively to the Tucan invasion, neither sending its own reinforcements nor raising military supplies on a large scale to support the Lesserman kingdom.

This is also related to the lack of strength in the kingdom of Butu, they have no powerful foreign enemies, but there is never a shortage of small enemies.

The Tu Ma Thorn Mountain Range and the Gutu Mountain Range, which are larger than the land area of Inbutu, are all kinds of monster hatcheries, and every year, a large number of monsters will spring out from here and sweep the entire Inbutu from the inland.

And the neighbor to the north, the kingdom of Daraum, has risen this year with a new king, Gairos*Dragonmare, who will defeat the witch king who has been plagued here for more than a decade.

This was a great joy for the kingdom of Dalauma, which had been in dire straits for many years, but not for their neighbor, the kingdom of Inbutu.

The Witch King's fleeing monster army poured into the kingdom of Inbutu in formation, colluding with the local monster forces to bring disaster to the interior of this ancient kingdom.

They have now lost much of their control of the interior, and royal decrees can only be maintained in the walled seaport city.

These densely populated cities, where there is no way to be self-sufficient in food, must rely on the support of the inland plains, and their famine is predictable, let alone squeeze out excess food to supply the Lytherman Kingdom.

"Empty words." Gavin has a lot of experience dealing with these straightforward and heroic people, and said bluntly, "Our fleet is not far from the docks, you can get on the ship to inspect the food first, and then make a decision, but the roads along the way are controlled by the brothers of the Brotherhood of Sword Thorns, whether they will let you go is just an unknown." ”

"If they want to stop us, they have to have the ability to do it." Partlem erupted into a loud roar that didn't match his diminutive stature, "The fangs are assembled. ”

At the sound of the order, a large number of Lyssermen poured out of the various camps.

Most of them wore animal skin clothes or leather armor, and a few of them had a lot of milk leaking like the fanged leaders, and without exception, they had magical tattoos on their chests and backs, but the tattoos were not identical, most of them were tigers and bears.

The weapons in the hands also varied, with axes, spears, and two-handed swords in the majority, as well as a few bows and arrows.

They formed a relatively loose formation, in groups of three or five, led by the fanged captains with magical tattoos on their bodies.

And dozens of fangs converged into the entire fangs team, and when they were full, they were in their early hundreds, but the members were of different ages.

There are young people with immature faces and beards that have not yet grown.

There are also gray-haired old people who are entering old age.

There are even a dozen able-bodied women.

Less than one-third of the young people who are really in the prime of life.

These Leeselmen used practical actions to explain what it means to be a soldier for all people.

Except for those who are really old, weak, sick and disabled, the rest of the staff responded to the call.

At the same time, four more masked Lythman witches silently appeared behind the first witch.

The witch's lips moved several times, but she didn't make a sound.

The fanged leader visibly looked listening, and after a few minutes, he shouted again, "Everyone, change your weapons for sticks, and if there is a conflict, kill as little as possible." ”

"Leader of the fangs, isn't this an extra move? Once our dreadnoughts go berserk, it will be difficult to control their emotions and actions even in normal times, let alone on the battlefield, how to control casualties when the time comes? ”

"Don't you tell us, you can't even use the rage in a minute?"

The Lesserman soldiers grinned as they swapped their weapons for sticks.

"When we use berserk, we must be cautious, and we can't use it until the moment when we endanger the lives of our own people." The fanged chieftain Patlem added.

"Fangs Chief, why don't you just let us tie our hands?"

"If you talk a little more, the Fanged Leader will really do it."

"Against these thugs who cowered behind the city and their armor, are they still using our dreadnoughts to go berserk?"

"That's right, to deal with these cowards, we don't even need wooden sticks, they can't find North if they can fight with their fists."

These Lysmermen were so joking and arrogant that they didn't take the Brotherhood of Sword Thorns in Usmail City seriously at all.

Surrounded by the Lesserman's fangs, Gavin and the others followed their original path towards the port of Usmail.

Compared with the formal city institutions, these market gangs have a common characteristic, that is, they are sensitive to information and extremely efficient in their actions, because this is the basis for their survival.

The Brotherhood of Swords was no exception, Gavin stepped into the makeshift camp of the Lythmans on the front foot, and the news reached the ears of the Brotherhood of Swordshorn higher-ups.

"What? Did the other party directly contact the uncivilized Lysserman barbarians? Duis, the eldest of the three brothers, crushed the wine glass in his hand and stood up with a change of color.

The other party doesn't play cards according to common sense at all.

Under normal circumstances, they should send someone to find a way to contact them, find out each other's problems, and try to solve the problem through negotiation.

Even if it's an abnormal situation, it's just to show off your strong muscles, tell them that you are not easy to provoke, and then negotiate with them.

Only contacting the Lessermans from the outside was unexpected.

"Big brother, what should we do now? Those Lysersmen are rude, unreasonable, and extremely grouped, and if the other party negotiates with them, will our people stop them or not? Brady, the second leader of the Sword Thorn Brotherhood, also asked nervously.

He has been dealing with those Lythmans a lot lately, and basically has no good memories, and many of the reasons with these barbarians do not make sense.

"Of course you have to stop it, you have to stop it." The three leaders of the Sword Thorn Brotherhood, Felican, said with high fighting spirit, "This is not just a battle for loading and unloading, or a battle for the dominance of Usmail, this time we took the initiative to back down, and next time there is a similar dispute, what should we do?"

The Tucan invasion has only just begun, and more and more Lythmans will come.

If we can't even hold off these hundreds of Lythersmen, how can we resist the invasion of more Lythersmen and hold our city?

Lesserman's berserkers are indeed strong, but those brave will stay at the forefront of the war, and it is impossible to run to Usmail, which is 500 kilometers away.

They must be a bunch of war-like cowards, so let me personally tear off their disguises and completely deter them. ”

"Felican has a point." Brady nodded involuntarily and said, "These Lessermen worship force, and it doesn't make sense to reason with them, only by proving to them that we have more force than them, will they be willing to sit down honestly and listen to what we have to say." ”

"It's not just these Lyssermans." Duis frowned and said, "And these foreign Cormiers, if the two sides are united, ......"

Before they could reach a unanimous opinion, another messenger hurriedly rushed in, "The two sides have reached an agreement, those Lyssermans have entered the city, about a hundred." ”

"Can't wait any longer." Felican pushed away his chair and stood up, and said in a loud voice, "There are only a hundred people, but our brothers in the city now have five hundred, and they can be drowned by flooding, and I am willing to lead the team myself." ”

"It's come to this, and we can only hard-top." Duis gritted his teeth and said, "When you do it later, try to be restrained, don't cause too many casualties, those ruthless Lesserman witches are known for their shortcomings, if you send a powerful witch to intervene, it will be troublesome." ”

"I'll do things, big brother, don't worry, I promise to master the heat." Felican patted his chest and assured.

As the higher-ups of the Brotherhood of Swords agreed on a countermeasure, countless members of the Brotherhood of Swords poured out of the streets and alleys, converging on the main thoroughfare of Usmail City.

There is only one main road in this small city, which is the only way to the port area, and the dirt road that has just been watered by an autumn rain is very muddy, and the excrement of people and animals and the muddy water of the dirt road are trampled by countless big-footed girls, mixed together, and it is difficult to distinguish from each other.

"It's going to be a fight, it's going to be a fight, the Brotherhood of Swords and the Lethermans are going to fight."

"Haha, I knew that sooner or later there would be a day when the Brotherhood of Swords was domineering and trying to dominate all walks of life in Usmail City, and we had to swallow our anger, and the Lessermen who acted rudely would not get used to them."

"It's good to fight, in recent years, the arrogance of the Sword Assassination Brotherhood has been so arrogant that we can't breathe, and someone really needs to fight them."

"You mean that those Lysermans will win?"

"Surely Lesserman's berserkers are the best in the world, and the Brotherhood of Swords is a group of rogue bandits from Inbutu, how can they be their opponents."

"If those powerful Lytherman berserkers come, this is indeed the case, but a group of refugees who have fled, real berserkers, are afraid of a dozen shirtless people, and the rest is a group of indiscriminate old and weak, and it will be difficult to please the Brotherhood of Sword Stabbing with many people."

"In this kind of street fighting, even if there are more people, it is useless, there are only a dozen people at the front, and the courage to fight is especially important.

Thirty years ago, when the three brothers of the Sword Thorn Brotherhood first came to our Usmail, they slashed from the West City Pier to the East City Gate, and then cut back from the East City Gate, and cut down hundreds of Usmail's Tiger Gang to pieces, laying the foundation for the Sword Thorn Brotherhood in Usmail City now.

What did they rely on in the first place?

is the blood courage that is not afraid of death, in this area, I am afraid that no one can compare to the Lysersmen, even those ordinary Lythersmen, it is said that the fierceness on the battlefield is not inferior to those berserkers. ”

"Isn't that inconsistent? The three brothers of the Sword Assassination Brotherhood, thirty years ago, were already so strong, how could they be worse now? Especially with so many brothers? How could they easily lose to these old, weak, sick and disabled Lessermans. ”

"Hey...... The strength of the three Sword Assassin brothers may be stronger now than thirty years ago, but the courage in their hearts is not necessarily higher than that of thirty years ago. ”

"Why do you say that?"

"It's not simple, thirty years ago, they had nothing but three cheap lives and six short knives in their hands, if they want to gain glory and wealth, if they want to gain a firm foothold in a strange land, they must fight with their lives, exchange blood for blood, and when people are extremely poor, they will have no scruples.

But what about now?

They have been in power in the city of Usmail for many years, squeezing countless benefits and values from us, and they have already raised themselves fat and strong, and they now have too many things, wealth, women, prestige......

Once people have concerns, then courage is easy to melt, do you think they will still fight for their lives now?

And what do those Lytherman War refugees from the backwoods have now?

Now the situation is back to thirty years ago, only the identity has changed, the Brotherhood of Swords has become the Tigers, and the Lysersmen have become the Three Swordsman Brothers. ”

"It seems that this is indeed the reason."

(End of chapter)