"Slow down, slow down!" When the number of people reached a certain level, even the breathing became so spectacular.

The soldiers and workers around the walls of the town of Scoti breathed one after another, and because of the quantity, for a time they formed a clearly visible white mist in the range of the firelight.

"Slow down!Steady!Steady!" the non-commissioned officer in charge of the command wore a thick rabbit skin warm hat and waved the torch in his hand. Under his command, two teams of six workers were using pulleys to raise the bed crossbows to the top of the city walls.

Dark.

Everyone knew it was already morning, after all, no night could last that long. But the thick clouds in the sky obscured everything, and not only that, but even the snowflakes that fell down were as gray and black as volcanic ash.

There are so many ominous signs that people don't bother to count them in the end, or even treat them as part of their daily environment.

The resilience of human beings is evident from this, but in the final analysis, there are no deserters in the face of such a strange supernatural landscape.

White flowers, shiny coins.

There must be brave men under the heavy reward, and after the daily wage was raised to twenty times the previous one, the craftsmen worked very hard.

No amount of flowery rhetoric is as good as white silver in the end.

Everything is inseparable from money.

"Stop!!" shouted the non-commissioned officer, who, despite all the best possible efforts to light a campfire for lighting and almost a torch in his hand, in this dark environment with extremely poor visibility, was still doubly difficult to move on all sides than in the daylight with excellent visibility.

"Fixed!" the non-commissioned officer then shouted, his throat feeling dry from the shouts of more than two hours after he got up, and the workers quickly wrapped the thick hemp rope around the stakes nailed in the snow, using the friction of the huge stakes to maintain the suspension state.

"But—pull—!" the sergeant then turned around, shook his torch vigorously, and shouted loudly at the men on the city wall in a lengthened voice. The workers above received the signal, and knew that the workers below had been fixed, immediately took out two long-pole wooden sticks with iron hooks at the ends, hooked the base of the bed crossbow and pulled them towards the stone crossbow platform on the city wall.

"Slowly release - slow - slow!"

"Bang-"

"Whew—whew—" A torch poked out of the wall and shook from side to side.

"Alright!" said the non-commissioned officer, finally relieved. The workers above the city wall untied the hemp rope and threw it down. Taken over by the Empire's combat sappers, the bed crossbow began to be adjusted and the base was secured.

"This is the last one. Rest for a while, and then you have to carry the bolts. He said, and after being tired for most of the day assembling and pulling up the heavy fortified weapon, the workers finally finished their work, and sat down on the ground gasping for air.

The logistics personnel came over in time with a small wheelbarrow, and in the huge military cast-iron pot was hot ginger soup, which tasted intoxicating sweetness when it was put in the jaggery sugar, which not only warmed the body but also the soul of the workers.

"I'll have a bowl too. The commanding officer, who felt his mouth dry for most of the day, said this, and reached out to take the wooden bowl.

"Is it done? Behind him, a young voice rang out.

"Ah, yes, sir. It was Mikhail, the young man's injured right arm had not yet fully recovered, and the cold weather and running from side to side had a big impact on his recovery, so he used a square scarf to avoid re-injuring his arm unless necessary.

As Konstantin's aide-de-camp, Mikhail was a young man who was excellent in many ways, so it was only fitting that he would come and check the progress of all aspects as the chief of the inspection.

"Thank you for your hard work, there are still a lot of things to deal with next, pay attention to safety. As one of the few people who knew the truth about the matter, and knew the horror of witches, Mikhail did his best not to show worry and heaviness, and as a result, his tone became rather polite, and the subordinates were a little uncomfortable.

"Where, that's what we're supposed to do, sir. The non-commissioned officer, feeling somewhat flattered, saluted him, and the young man nodded and walked to the other side.

Huge bonfires were piled one after another, and melted snow was pouring all over the floor, but despite this, they barely lit up the work area.

Mikhail glanced at the city walls, which had been urgently heightened, and with a mixed sigh, continued on to the other side.

Many of the dwellings near the castle walls were demolished and used as the foundation workbench for the expansion of the castle walls, facilitating various transportation and fabrication work.

The pulley device that had just been used to transport the bed crossbow was one of them. The walls of the town of Scoti were old, low, and cramped, but they were the basic defense equipment used to defend against bandits and some wild beasts, and they could not build larger walkways due to time constraints, so they had to use this method to move the bed crossbow.

This inconvenience is reflected in all aspects, compared to the walls of the well-functioning military fortress of Scoti Town, the sappers have become firefighters, always having to run around to tear down the east wall and make up the west wall, dealing with all kinds of problems, which is annoying.

But this is not because the mayor of this place is short-sighted, but because the construction funds are always limited.

Whether it is the royal family or the lords and nobles, of course, they will want to build every city, town and even the countryside into a fortress like an iron turtle, but they have limited funds at hand, and if they only know how to use military force, then it will naturally lead to the inability to build local infrastructure such as academies and reduce the living standards of the people.

So going back to what we mentioned earlier, Benito, the fat mayor of the town, is indeed a qualified leader.

He knows where the focus is, and although he is a real hedonist, he will not do such a thing as embezzling funds to enrich himself, and he will use every cent of construction funds where it is used.

The contrast between the old city walls and the town's brand-new academy and other infrastructure is the best proof of this.

This poor border town, which has few important supplies and is not a trading port, is usually too lazy for human bandits to visit. As for large predators like Earth Dragons, if it weren't for the sudden change in the environment, the vast forests would have enough resources for them to live leisurely, so why bother to provoke these little people who like to hold grudges.

Benito is shrewd, and his abilities clearly don't stop there – you only have to look around to figure it out.

Although the mayor complained about Margaret's unruly approach to bringing in so many soldiers and mercenaries, he did not stop at the level of saying cool things.

The population that has suddenly skyrocketed dozens of times but is still able to live a normal life in the small town of Scotti, and the greatest credit behind the scenes is not the various officers and nobles who led the troops to fight, nor the Miss Margaret who transferred these manpower and material resources with a letter, but the fat mayor of the town.

No matter how talented Margaret is, no matter how fully she has grown up after this adventure, she is still just a noble girl who is used to reaching out for food and opening her mouth before being in a mansion, and knows nothing about the real world outside, and is more of a beautiful fantasy.

If it weren't for Benito's help, Margaret would have been able to look at the tens of thousands of people and the large amount of supplies.

She lacks the experience and knowledge to unify and let people do their jobs, and the more people there are, the more chaos it will bring, and in the end, the witches and the undead will not need to be present, and the logistical supply problem alone will be enough for humans to mess up.

Fortunately, even if the fat mayor who was mourning again and again was not happy, he was very familiar with this kind of thing when he was very well equipped with both manpower and materials. Where should the people be placed, how should the materials be arranged, and where are the things that need to be used first.

The plan that Benito wrote out in a hurry, the human and material resources divided according to priorities, even if the number of people has increased dozens of times, the town is still in order, everyone has their own duties, and there will be no troublemakers without idlers.

Workers were dispatched to transport and build all sorts of fortifications and equipment, and cooks and butchers were not idle to feed the huge population every day. Even the mercenaries, after arriving in the local area, were sent out by Benito to collect firewood and animal skins without fighting.

Of course, there is a fee.

If they have money, they won't make trouble.

The huge amount of money and materials spent belonged to Margaret's family, and it seemed that they had been paying, but the knowledge and experience of the noble lady who followed the fat mayor closely in the process of how to control personnel and arrange materials could not be bought by any amount of money and materials.

Exhaustion is natural, not only Margaret is so tired that she instantly faints because of the sense of security when she sees Mira and the others. The white-haired girl and our Mr. Sage barely recognized the mayor when they met Benito later.

Because he lost almost 20 pounds.

Benito, who has shrunk his whole body, doesn't look like he's getting refreshed because of the weight loss, and his skin has become quite loose at the cost of losing weight quickly, and because of the lack of rest, Mr. Mayor Town also has two big dark circles under his eyes, plus a sad face brought by the great pressure, he looks like a pug with a drooping face - a pet dog that is endearing because of his sad face.

As we have mentioned countless times, when discussing war, the layman always talks about strategy and tactics, while the expert starts with logistics.

If the soldiers are not fed, then they will never reach the battlefield, and tens of thousands of people will have to eat, drink, and Lazar needs to be solved, and even if they do not fight, they will not just become stone men without eating or drinking.

Solving the problems of food and clothing, lodging, and sanitation for tens of thousands of soldiers and workers will inevitably make them taste the bitter fruits later if any of these things are not carried out properly.

Arrange all kinds of things every day is enough for Benito and Margaret and the old butler Ferruccio to keep busy, and this is still when the supplies are not stuck and can be used adequately.

Now that the sea supply lines from Parnilla have been suspended due to the riots, and there is still a large amount of remaining supplies stuck in the port of Pavenzio, there is not enough manpower to transport them, and the supplies piled up in the town, although they still seem to be very large, need to be careful compared with the tens of thousands of people.

Duke Julionde is arrogant and short-sighted in terms of tactics and strategy, so naturally you don't expect him to put much effort into logistics. The glamorous commander-in-chief only cared about his own glamorousness, and he naturally wouldn't get his hands dirty with the thankless behind-the-scenes work of logistics, and at this moment, after even the command authority was handed over to Konstantin, he was completely reduced to an idler, staying with his own personal guards in the relative safety of the town closest to the exit, clearly planning to stay out of the way and slip away as soon as he saw that the wind was wrong.

He didn't even show up at the discussion meeting at the resolution level, and he completely threw the trouble on the others.

In a way, it made him the only smart person among the senior people present.

Because this mess is really hard enough to take over.

"Unlucky?"

In the blink of an eye, in the afternoon, the sky had been dark and the biological clock was a little chaotic, and after only a few hours of rest, the crowd was back busy, and when it came to the all-important logistical supply issue, they unsurprisingly got another piece of bad news.

"Well, it is said that a thick black cloud can also be seen on Pavenzio's side, and they began to rumor that anyone who walked into it would never return, so the caravan by land refused to take the task of transporting it. ”

The news that the riders sent out in the morning brought back was disheartening, because the ravens who sent the message were reluctant to fly because of the gloomy weather, so it was inevitable that others would think so.

Even these local people were able to stay because of the high remuneration for seeing is believing, but the expenditure of tens of thousands of people, no matter how rich Margaret's family was, could not be maintained for a long time.

“...... It's a big head. Konstantin stretched out his hand and wiped a handful of curly hair, the expression on his face rather heavy.

The atmosphere was a little dreary, and everyone was silent.

Feeling completely out of the conversation, Miss Loan glanced at the people in the conference room - Henry was not among them, he was on the periphery directing the deployment of the city defense army.

Compared with the logistical problem, which is simply a matter of mobilizing personnel, the depth and breadth of experience of the sage is more useful in arranging the defense of the city.

The oppressive atmosphere could not stop the passage of time, because every minute and every second was precious, and if this problem could not be solved, they had to cross it temporarily.

By the time it was about late afternoon, their problem was suddenly solved by the arrival of a group of unexpected visitors.

The white flag that was held high was fluttering.

Represented by silver armor trimmed with brass trim and white capes, the whole team is full of light.

The huge emblems on the cloak and cuirass silently revealed their identities.

Jetinazon.

Holy See Armament, Holy Knights.

An expert in slaying demons.

Traveling with them reassured many merchants, and thus this huge force of transport and supply arrived in the small town of Scotty under the guidance of the Platinum Banner.

The time lag in the delivery of the letter was completely unexpected, but the problem was solved, and the person who solved the problem brought a new problem.

To be precise, it was when the knight in silver armor at the head saw our sage sage directing the defense.

Problems arise.

"Qiang—"

After a moment of hesitation, the golden sword engraved with the inscription was drawn. The white-cloaked knight, glittering with dazzling light, raised his hand to stop his companion behind him, and alone he rolled over and dismounted, stepping on the thin snow and walking straight towards Henry.

"I should have guessed that since the witch has reappeared after more than two hundred years, it is not unusual for a guy like you to appear. ”

"God, give me a sword for its glory!"

"Help me defeat the enemy in front of me!"

The paladin shouted war in his mouth while a sword stabbed at the same time, and Henry.

Calmly turned around.