Lord of the Oasis Chapter 132: .Refugees who arrived before the war

The sun burns high above the sky.

The power of the sun enveloped the desert of Naron, as if even the air would be burnt out.

It's noon.

But just north of the sentry oasis, among the rolling sand dunes, 10 desert robbers formed a cavalry team. They were roaming and patrolling on a desert horse with a splendid crotch. on the left arm.

Apparently this patrol also prepared them for battle.

"Sighing..."

This is the desert horse snorting irritably.

The desert sun is already strong, and it is noon now, and the temperature is soaring rapidly.

Knock on the horse's belly lightly, 10 desert robbers shook the reins, poked the neck of the desert horse under the crotch to turn the direction, and prepared to return along the route they came from, ending this patrol deep into the desert.

Their patrols are serious and careful.

Select to leave after confirming that there is no problem with this area.

However, they didn't know that in the ruins of the tribe, the expedition from the Kingdom of Greymane had sent an advance team, that is, the 300 powerful gnoll pirates, and successfully traveled there.

And occupied the well in the ruins of the tribe, dug together, and successfully dug out more groundwater.

The message didn't come through.

Kant did not set up outposts or outposts in the tribal ruins.

But the system has given a warning, but the "Drehem" fortress has been prepared, and all troops are on standby, ready to meet the enemy troops that may appear at any time.

The desert bandits ride their horses back to the Sentinel Oasis.

The 10-meter-high Consular Hall and the arrow towers at the four corners are the first to be seen.

Then there is a 7-meter-high city wall reinforced by attics.

Sen Ran's defenses have been fully laid out. Soldiers are standing on the entire city defense fortifications. Whether it's the arrow tower, the attic, or the top of the Consulate, the bowmen are all vigilantly scanning their responsibilities. Area.

There will be no troops that can quietly approach the Sentinel Oasis.

The bowman has a good eye.

The gates opened slowly.

Ten Swadian Light Infantrymen walk out with spears.

Not far away, all the desert robbers who went out to scout and patrol have all returned. Under the supervision of these light infantry, they led their desert horses and entered the fortress on foot.

Fortress "Drehem" has entered a state of high martial law.

Management is very strict.

This is a good habit to bring to Calradia.

During the chaos of war, martial law in fortresses or towns is very common.

Not only do you need to walk in line to enter the fortress, you can't rush in by riding a horse like before, and even any soldiers or civilians who want to go out must apply to their superiors in advance.

This is to prevent spies from leaking inside information.

While the current "Drehem" is unlikely to have spies, the habit remains.

Strict is always good.

The aroma of cooking begins to permeate, and lunch is ready.

The strong peasant women carried rattan baskets on their backs and transported all the prepared lunches to the city wall. The bowmen who were responsible for vigilance would eat in batches and rest in batches to ensure that the vigilance level would not be lowered.

The same goes for the infantry and cavalry in the tents that have been pulled up under the city walls.

Inside the Consulate.

Kant sat in his chair, eating the food on the table in front of him.

Manid and Fatis were sitting on opposite sides of the long table, also eating.

Lunch from the kitchen was more generous, with toasted bread and fried lamb chops as main course, fried eggs and stewed mashed oatmeal as side dishes, and honey-coated croutons for dessert.

All three's lunches were sprinkled with increasingly rare spices and tasted delicious.

But Kant's face was calm.

Although he was skillfully eating lamb chops with a knife and fork, he asked, "Have you noticed anything abnormal recently?"

"No." Fatis replied.

"Everything is fine," Manid replied.

Kant's eyes were slightly anxious: "This is really not good news."

Discovering the enemy means he has mastered the enemy's dynamics.

The fact that the enemy has not been found all the time also means that the enemy is still out of his control and is in an unknown state, which makes Kant anxious, and even the delicious lunch is completely unaware of the taste.

Fatis frowned: "Sir, why don't I lead the team to investigate further."

"It's too dangerous." Kant rejected his proposal.

Swallowing the lamb chops that were being chewed in his mouth, Kant said solemnly: "Perhaps our enemy will take some time to bring his troops to the sentry oasis. After all, it takes 2 days to get here from the natural salt mine by horseback. time."

"On foot, it's estimated to take three days," Manid added.

Kant nodded: "That's it."

Silence in the hall.

Kant looked up again: "But we can't help but prepare."

Manid and Fatis looked up at him.

"If I remember correctly." Kant squinted his eyes slightly and said, "My subjects should have completed all the work in the morning, and transferred everything from the entire agricultural and pastoral areas in."

"Yes." Manid nodded.

What Kant was talking about was Achnatherum splendens, which can be used as green fodder, as well as chicken coops, honeycombs and other things.

But he still reminded: "Lord Kant, the 5 acres of date palm trees on our north side have not yet been cut down. If the enemy really comes, it will be difficult for us to cut down these trees in a short time."

"It's too late..."

Kant put the sheep in his mouth, looked at Fatis next to him, and said calmly: "Then burn them all."

"Understood." Fatis nodded.

They don't leave anything behind to help the enemy with the possibility of a siege.

Although the troops in the fort are well-equipped and well-trained veterans, in the face of strong gnolls with chain mail and two-handed battle axes, Kant is not sure in his heart whether he can Take advantage of close quarters.

The battle for the city wall can only start after the enemy pays attrition.

If you come up, you will fight for the city wall.

It means that the soldiers stationed in this fortress are too lax, and even such obvious weaknesses and vital points are handed over to those gnolls, which is absolutely unacceptable to Kant.

"In this case." Kant said: "In the afternoon, let all the civilians cut down all the date palm trees."

"Understood." Manid nodded.

But with a bit of reluctance on his face, he hesitated: "These date palm trees have already bloomed, the bees can still collect honey, and at most one month, the date palm can be produced."

"Chop it off." Kant shook his head and repeated.

There is no way out.

To be safe, they have to lose something.

Just like the date palm trees on the 5 acres of land, if the harvest is successful, you will get 240 baskets of date palms.

If the purchase price of these dates by the Riwadin caravan is used, the total value of these 240 baskets of dates is 12,000 dinars, which is more than the current balance of Kant's village mines, which is a huge sum of money!

The main thing is that, mixed with honey, Kant can make a lot of date palm sugar.

This kind of product that can bring sweetness and satisfy the tongue is also a luxury that those nobles in the Lion Principality who can only rely on fruit and honey to obtain sweetness on weekdays are keen and pursued!

Even if you turn dates into candied fruit, you can sell them for a very high profit!

In the kingdom of lions lacking condiments.

The value of salt, sugar, and spices often represents huge sums of money.

Kant chuckled, although there was still regret in his eyes, but he said calmly: "We will get more date palm trees in the future, this is just a trade-off for the war."

"Yes." Fatis and Manid nodded.

Lunch ends soon.

Manid was the first to leave, and he needed to arrange for farmers to cut down the date palm trees so that they could all be completed before dark.

Fatis also left after reporting the city defense arrangement.

The two of them are very busy.

Perhaps the most leisurely lord is Kant, whose daily work is mostly to inspect various points of the fortress, or listen to the reports of the two, make the final decision, and personally decide some arrangements.

It's like cutting down a date palm.

As a lord, you don't need to work hard, but you need to master the overall situation.

This is Kant's creed.

With the swing of the logging axe, pieces of date palm trees are felled.

After simple repairs in the agricultural area, the thickest trunks were all lifted into the fortress, carefully placed against the wall, and tents were set up with linen to prevent direct sunlight from damaging these straight logs.

After all, the trunk of the date palm is the best wood.

Whether it is making beams or planks, as well as guns, arrow shafts, etc., the texture is more than enough, and those branches and leaves are also collected, and the other party is used as a fuel reserve at the sugar workshop.

The date palm is full of usable material.

Today will pass quickly.

Civilians and soldiers alike fell asleep after a busy day.

But on the city walls and arrow towers, the sentry archers have been well arranged to ensure that they will not be attacked by the enemy at night.

Caution is required.

But at dawn the next day, a loud noise rang out.

The entire Sentinel Oasis was quickly brought into combat readiness.

Even Kant was awakened by the sound of the guard knocking on the door, quickly put on his clothes, and asked, "What's wrong, what happened, has the enemy started to attack?"

"No, Lord Kant."

The guard's tone was serious, and he said seriously outside the door: "A refugee is coming~IndoMTL.com~Refugee?" Kant frowned.

Get dressed and walk out of the room before taking a shower.

However, instead of going downstairs in the Consular Hall, they walked up the stairs along the stairs to the top floor. The 20 Ravenston Rangers were holding their bows and looking to the east. When they saw Kant, they hurriedly saluted and said hello.

"Well, what's going on." Kant came to the bumpy arrow wall.

Just behind the sand dunes to the east, nearly 300 refugees are gathering there in fear.

There are 40 desert robbers around, holding spears and riding horses back and forth, staring at this group of refugees very closely, it seems like a ferocious desert vulture, staring at this group of poor little quails.

Kant couldn't help frowning: "Really a refugee?"

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