Lord of the Oasis Chapter 167: .The demands of the station militia

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Kant leads the trek through the Naron desert.

However, the journey this time was much easier than before.

All thanks to a caravan of 30 dromedary camels.

There is no need to carry a lot of supplies and water in person. The war horses who feel relaxed are also walking fast on the top of the dunes, plus sufficient water and feed, and linen burqas that can shade the sun. After a day's trek, these war horses are quite Spirit.

Soon, they climbed over the layers of sand dunes and saw the inn where the sand was originally.

It's getting dark.

The bright starlight and moonlight can't stop the light rising from the station.

From the Sentinel Oasis to the Stone Pass, only the inn here can provide accommodation and supplement important drinking water.

Immediately lead the camel caravan and cavalry over.

The 10 Swadian militiamen responsible for guarding here have already spotted the cavalry coming from the north.

Although the night is dark, it does not cover one's eyes.

With the hurried shouts, these militiamen all carried heavy spears with iron-coated front ends, wore iron-inlaid leather armor, and came out with large wooden shields. .

They are welcoming Kant and the others.

The camel team and cavalry were not slow to come over the dunes.

Kant rode ahead.

These militiamen are very sharp-eyed. After all, as half-range shooters, their eyes are better.

Seeing Kant, he hurried forward a few steps and bowed respectfully to say hello: "Seeing you is like seeing the greatest sun in the world, Lord Kant, we sincerely welcome you. "

"Well." Kant nodded with a smile: "No need to be more polite."

At the same time, he turned over and dismounted, looked at the 10 militiamen, shook his head slightly, and asked Manid next to him, "When did these 10 simple and honest militiamen in my impression become so fond of flattering me."

"I think they're right," Manid replied with a smile.

"Really." Kant smiled and shook his head.

Everyone loves to hear flattery, but he doesn't like it.

How to say it is two generations.

He still has the ability to resist flattery and flattery. He can't be treated like an ordinary 16-year-old aristocratic young master. Of course, listening to these flattery words occasionally makes him a little happy, but he is still willing to accept it.

Seeing Kant chuckling, Manid shrugged: "It's not because of being stationed here."

"They don't like it?" Kant nodded knowingly.

"I don't like it very much." Manid smiled helplessly: "Last time I came, they applied like I did, hoping to be replaced by other militiamen, it's better to form a rotation instead of letting them be on duty. 10 people have been here."

"We seem to be under-strength, don't we?" Kant raised his eyebrows.

"That's right, I explained it too," Manid said.

After a pause, he still shook his head helplessly and smiled bitterly: "These militiamen are here, it is estimated that they are about to be suffocated."

"That sounds really sad."

Kant shook his head and chuckled. Looking at these militiamen with anticipation, he said helplessly: "Continue to persevere. When I return to the sentry oasis, I will arrange for someone to replace you on duty."

"Long live!" The militiamen suddenly cheered.

Kant understood this too.

Facing the vast sand sea, there are only 10 of them in the entire station.

There are no entertainment activities on weekdays, and there is no abundant food to relieve the growing restlessness. Except for waiting for a caravan to pass by here, I hope to learn something new, and then I hope to be transferred from this inn.

But for Kant, these 10 militiamen really don't have a good mobilization area.

Currently there is not much danger in the Sentinel Oasis.

There is not much scope to control, even if there are a few accidents caused by low-level gnolls, those newly recruited 120 desert robbers can be dealt with within 3 weeks, and the effect is much better than these militiamen.

"It's also a hassle."

Kant shook his head, but after thinking about it, it was not difficult to solve.

The next step is to develop the strategic decision to develop the Sangwaya Mountains. Let the troops take these 10 militiamen into the depths of the mountains to experience several battles and upgrade to more advanced troops, so it is convenient to be incorporated into other troops.

With an idea, Kant felt a lot more at ease.

Enter the station.

The cavalry and accompanying peasants came in after setting up their war horses and camels.

Not long after, the militiamen served hot food.

Boiled sloppy barley porridge, toasted crispy bread, and chopped fried cabbage with minced antelope meat, and a hard-boiled egg per person, quite a hearty late-night snack.

It's all just done.

And easy to digest, just enough to ease the pain of Kant's day-long trek.

Even for Kant's comfort, these militiamen also deliberately fetched a bucket of bath water from the well, heated it, and placed it in the room prepared for Kant, so that they could take a comfortable bath before going to bed.

Kant did not reject this.

As a feudal lord, his privilege cannot always be to serve the people.

Eat a quick supper.

Kant went back to the room alone.

Other cavalry and accompanying peasants were naturally placed by Manid.

The wooden bucket for the bath is huge, Kant soaked in a beautiful hot bath, soaked the exhaustion from his body, and then came out, wiped his body, and then lay on the soft bed and fell asleep.

Wool blankets cover her body to keep the cold of nights away.

The cavalry and accompanying peasants also sleep in their own rooms.

It is a blessing to be able to rest in bed after a tiring trek in the desert.

No one picks.

No one complained.

All 10 militiamen were dispatched, standing at the top and door of the inn, guarding Kant and the others at night, all of them in good spirits, although they knew that there would be no accidents around, and even the low-level gnolls were very few , but for the sake of safety, they still maintained the greatest vigilance.

Nothing went wrong all night.

The next day, at dawn.

Kant, who has formed a biological clock, wakes up automatically.

There was a little noise outside the room. It was the voices of the awakened cavalry and the accompanying peasants talking, and Manid was arranging the supply of fresh water, and left some supplies as food supplies for this inn.

When Kant came out, breakfast was served.

Not easy-to-digest oatmeal.

It's sliced ​​bread and grilled meat, and as long as you're full of this greasy breakfast, you can go straight to noon.

The militiamen are very caring.

Even the 40 war horses and 30 dromedary camels outside helped to feed them first.

Everything is very well prepared.

"You did a great job."

Kant finished his breakfast, nodding his praises to the still busy militiamen.

This makes the militia even more happy.

Of course, Kant also understood what they were thinking, he pondered for a moment, and said to them: "I will set up a new village in the Sangwaya Mountains, and there will be a lack of defense forces there, I think you don't mind. , maybe you can go there and try it, although it is dangerous, it also brings opportunities."

"We do!" The militiamen nodded.

Danger isn't their thing.

Because danger is often accompanied by opportunity, as Kant said, if they go to a new village in the Sangwaya Mountains, they may be lucky enough to gain a lot of experience and upgrade to a higher class.

This is also their lifelong wish.

Mediocre is not the pursuit of the Swadians!

After explaining a few more words, Kant led the team again.

Manid accompanied the camel caravan in the rear, while 40 Salander riders rode Salander horses to defend around them. For the next day or so, they would have to rely on their real trek, There will be no post stations to provide them with accommodation and supplies.

This station represents more than half of the journey.

Just one more day and they can reach Stone Pass.

We have had several exchanges and have gained experience.

Time passed slowly and the sun slanted westward.

At dusk.

The Sunwaya Mountains on the horizon finally revealed their full outlines. The towering appearances are layered on top of each other. I don’t know how many mountains and canyons are hidden in them. Lion Principality.

Sangwaya Mountains, also known as the shield of the Principality of Lions.

That's why.

Kant led the team to speed up the advance.

I quickly found a canyon that was as sharp as a knife. The cliffs on both sides were quite smooth. At the deepest point near the North County, it was the Stone Pass ~IndoMTL.com~ which firmly blocked the Nalen Desert and the Principality of Lions. Links, vital throat fortresses.

The inside of the canyon appears to have been cleaned.

The clutter of trees and mounds has disappeared.

What appeared in front of him was a dirt road that could barely walk with a carriage.

You don't need to guess to know that this must be Baron Dylan. In order to ensure that Kant and his caravan can quickly pass through the canyon and enter the stone pass, they built the dirt road.

It's all done by conscripted militias, and it doesn't cost much.

"I have a heart."

Kant rode forward with a slight smile on his face.

"Perhaps." Manid shrugged.

Both of them understand that this road can be a boost for the caravan, as well as a passage for the troops.

Now that this road has been built, it may be necessary to send people to follow Kant and them back to the sentry oasis, and explore the possible natural salt mines, and record them on the map for later use.

With what Kant knew about this Baron Dylan, he certainly knew it would be true!

He would never underestimate the greed of nobles.

Soon, they came to the northern gate of Stone Pass.

Kant looked up and saw that there were more than 20 conscripted militiamen standing above. Compared with when they first arrived, the security work was much better, but when they found out that such a large number of troops were coming, they were still a little flustered.

But it was quickly stabilized.

A middle-aged man dressed as a knight in chain mail appeared at the top of the city.

Seeing that it was Kant and Manid, their faces were still expressionless. Only the Salander rider who swept over the 40 people finally narrowed his eyes with a certain suppressed shock.

He could see that under the linen robes of those cavalrymen were pure iron armor.

Because the boots on the stirrups are all chain boots.

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