Lord of the Oasis Chapter 386: .anxious militia report

With the glimmer of the stars and the bright moon in the sky, the elite desert robbers dispersed, picked up some dead wood and grass in the field outside the village, used it as firewood, and lit several bonfires in the tents of the camp. .

At night, the temperature in Dongjun Territory is slightly lower. Although it is not as cold as the Nalen Desert, it is also chilly.

Dongjun Territory, formerly known as Dongjun, was originally the capital of Dongjun, and was once also the city of Dongjun.

It means that it comes from the cold air in the south. Every year, there are occasional snowflakes and cold rains, and even slightly larger hailstones can be seen several times in a few years. It is the only county in the Principality of Lions that can see obvious cold winter collar.

The reason why Dong County was renamed Dong County.

It's because of Kant's own aunt, the Countess Agatha who was named here.

Because of a disagreement with Cameron, Duke of the Lion, after being granted the title of Winter County, Countess Agatha directly changed the name of the county, and changed the Winter County in the west to the East County. There is no homophony. There is only a deep estrangement.

It means that the former Winter County leader has absolutely nothing to do with the Lion Principality.

The fact remains.

Ten years.

Countess Agatha polished the East County Territory as strong as an iron barrel.

Don't say that the lion archduke Cameron can't reach out, even the nobles of other counties can't get any communication and contact with the East County through the official, just like the real separation of the two domains, as if they can't see each other. strangeness.

If there is communication, it can only be handled under the guise of a caravan, which is extremely troublesome.

Simply semi-independent!

But there's nothing I can do, or say I can't.

The official of the Principality of Lions, that is, the Grand Duke Cameron, due to the hasty succession, it was too late to gather the support of all the top nobles, which also led to the release of the Countess Agatha, who could separate the county leaders. .

In feudal times, the support from the nobility was still particularly important to the rulers.

Nobility is the foundation of a feudal state.

Especially the nobles of the Western European system are the mainstay of the country!

As for civilians.

It's just a vassal begging for life at the feet of the nobles.

On the battlefield, they are only used as cannon fodder, a living target to block arrows for the nobles, and half of the servants who are ploughing the fields, grazing and hunting on weekdays, paying taxes and helping the nobles!

In the Principality of Lions, nobility is everything!

Actually.

It's not just the Eastern Command.

Also Viscount Wayne's Northshire Territory.

Ten years ago, if Cameron hadn't acted decisively, taking advantage of the North County Territory being invaded by gnolls, and leading the troops directly north to show the threat of force, it is estimated that even the North County Territory would have been as semi-independent as the East County Territory at that time.

And now, Viscount Kevin of the North County Territory is still inserted as a nail in the North County Territory as a threat to the royal family.

From this, we can see the contradictions and discords within the Principality of Lions.

The struggle for rights.

A dispute between the king and the nobles.

There is still nothing Kant can do about this. This struggle has nothing to do with him, but it does.

The current Kant belongs to the top nobles. He is a tyrannical and powerful group among the nobles. He has soldiers and money in his hands. It is still a desert of Rift Nalen, and he has confronted the kingship.

It would be more interesting if someone from Lion Castle asked Kant to pay taxes or provide financial assistance.

According to the rules, Kant does have this obligation.

Just initially different.

He is exiled.

Then get boosted up in exile.

As a baron, the top manager is nominally Viscount Wayne of the Northshire Territory.

But because of the blood of the royal family, he is the second son of Cameron, the grand duke of the lion, and has the right to inherit the grand duke. Even the mere Viscount Wayne can't really treat Kant as a vassal.

What's more, the Narun Desert in Kant is not divided on the official map of the Principality of Lions.

Viscount Wayne is only in the custody of the North County Territory.

Hosting is also just the situation.

In the once forbidden area of ​​civilization, the racial desert, no one cared at all.

Even if it is known that there are sentry oasis where people can live in the Naluun Desert, it is not directly proportional to the reclamation and return, and no one will really care who the Naluun Desert is.

Even before Kant went to the Narun Desert, official scholars did not recognize it as the territory of the Principality of the Lion.

The map also indicates a no-man's land.

Pure desert!

This embarrassingly leads to Kant having no actual superior at all.

Or Cameron, the lion prince who canonized Kant himself, is considered as the prince, but as the prince, he is also Kant's father. If he really leads the nobles, at least he is a viscount. The title of a baron is really too low.

Completely the lowest title in the nobility.

"Huh."

Kant stood on the grain drying yard, his face calm.

He is not interested in the level of the title, and in fact he is not interested in the so-called Grand Duke position. It is true that he can live smoothly in this world. It is the only way to live better by relying on the riding and cutting system. his pursuit.

The night is getting darker, and the stars and moon have released all their light.

The torches are also burning on the ground.

The fragrance is diffused.

It is the fragrance of baked bread, plus the fragrance of air-dried meat, sausage and smoked fish.

Kant and his cavalry trudged all afternoon, eating only at noon, and by the time the evening was getting deeper, they were so hungry that they were so hungry that they set up a bonfire and prepared dinner.

But even though it's cold, tired and hungry, these cavalrymen haven't forgotten to take care of their personal horses.

He is a partner on the battlefield.

Can be seen as brothers.

The simple food trough and water tank are spliced ​​together, and the top-quality wheat grains mixed with chickpeas and perennial alfalfa are poured into it, and the water is moistened, which is the first-class food, which can quickly replenish the stamina of the war horse.

All thanks to "Aaron" Urban Farming.

The terraced fields outside the city are already flourishing.

For example, wheat fields are common crops. Crops such as chickpeas, cabbage, and pumpkins have already been planted. With the suitable climate and good irrigation in the Sunwaya Mountains, they have brought rich harvests.

And take wheat fields as an example, not once a year, but two to three crops a year!

The interior of the Sanwaya Mountains is very fertile.

It's like black earth.

And the temperature of the Narun Desert, plus the slight chill at the bottom of the mountain, just neutralized at the surface.

In addition to the power of the rules of the system, the construction of agriculture is easier. The entire city of "Aaron" has now begun to enter the great development of agriculture, which is why farmers are so keen on reclamation.

With the development of agriculture, livestock can eat better, sometimes as much as commoners.

Good feed makes good war horses.

This is quite true for the riders of the Sultanate of Sarand.

Of course, excellent training and breeding must be added. Otherwise, even if they eat high-quality feed, those horses or pack horses will still not be able to become war horses. On the contrary, they will gain weight and do their jobs well.

After feeding and water, the bread and meat baked by the campfire are also hot.

Scorched on the outside and tender on the inside.

Sprinkled with a little salt and spices, the taste is even more delicious.

When Kant eats it in his mouth, he doesn't feel crude. Instead, he has the feeling of eating barbecue in a previous life.

Without avoiding suspicion, I dined with Rolf and the accompanying Sarion lion knights, and chatted about what we had seen along the way, occasionally chuckled, and the bonfire illuminated the room, which made it a little more lively.

Entering the East County Territory, near Aviles Fort, this trek is more than half of the journey.

This is not far from the East County Town to the south.

Although the road is rough, for this group of cavalry, it is only 2 days' journey away.

Conversing.

In the village where the torches were also lit, the atmosphere was very solemn.

The elderly village chief was negotiating with the slightly fat financial officer and the burly sheriff in the house, all of them frowning and looking very ugly.

I was greedy for silver coins at the time, but now I am afraid.

This is really dangerous.

The grain drying field is just a stone's throw from the village.

If these ferocious mercenaries like bandits start to make a fuss, with the militia in these villages, even if they are all added up, it is estimated that they are not opponents. If there is an accident, I am afraid it will be a bloodbath.

A **** purge that looted and slaughtered entire villages, with one last fire burning to ashes.

Although close to Aviles Fort.

Also close.

There is a problem, and it will take time for the troops in the castle to come.

And after these cavalrymen looted and slaughtered, they would be able to leave in a hurry by setting fire to it, and leaving the East County Territory in the dark, it is estimated that there will be no chance for them to take revenge.

The troops of the Eastern Commandery will not leave their territory, let alone the Northern Commandery and the Southern Commandery.

"What to do."

The financial officer's regrets are all over the place.

He is a treasurer and controls all taxes and finances in the village. He seems to be a low-level squire who is attached to Fort Avilés, but with the help of the caravans around the village, he has a lot of oil and water on weekdays.

Without the current village, he would not be able to enjoy the glory and wealth he once had!

"All silver coins are given."

The sheriff undoubtedly has some knowledge, and he calmly said: "Can you still drive those guys away?"

The village chief also sighed: "Be careful."

It was all right.

If you really go to drive away the group of mercenaries, and if there is a quarrel or even a fight, then it will be a big trouble.

Other things were not dealt with, on the contrary, they caused bigger things to come out, even the worst ending, which made them shudder to think about it, and even more ashamed and angry about their greed at the time.

But now is not the time to blame each other.

The village chief is obviously older and more knowledgeable: "It's better to report to the castle."

"Report?"

The sheriff and treasurer frowned.

"Hmm."

The old village chief nodded: "This is not a trivial matter. Since we are here, don't we have the right to report the matter here to the lord. Now more than 500 cavalrymen are crossing the border, and they are still mercenaries. If they want to find some work, then we Why not report to the castle for this reason."

After a pause, the old village chief said solemnly: "If something happens, the castle can also organize troops to come to rescue as soon as possible. It would be even better if they could come to investigate their identities."

"Okay, great idea!"

The sheriff and treasurer nodded.

This is a really good idea.

Soon, in the village, a few capable militiamen quietly led their horses and left in the dark.

I didn't dare to gallop the horse at will. Instead, I carefully followed the remote path and left a long distance before arriving on the road to Aviles Fort. I slapped the horse under the crotch with the whip, and let the speed A few minutes faster.

They can bring the hope of the village, and the safety of the family.

Aviles Fort is not far away.

It only takes two or three hours to ride a horse.

At this time, the five of them rode faster, the stars were bright in the night, and it took 2 hours to reach the castle.

The torches were lit on the city wall, and the elite guards in chain mail were patrolling. They saw people riding horses running in the dark from a distance.

Aviles Fort has been in peace for a long time, let alone the enemy, even the robbers and bandits are pitiful.

Not to mention the attackers.

This group of well-trained elite guards is on guard.

There is a helpless look on his face, and to be honest, for them, they really want to have a little fight and have some fun.

However, the defense of the castle still requires vigilance. Viscount Gibran is not a benevolent lord. Although he is older, the majesty he once left on the battlefield has become more and more intense.

Thinking of this, the elite guards of the castle all cleaned up their spirits and came to the city gate with weapons.

"Stop!"

Leading the elite guards shouted: "This is Aviles Fort, Viscount Gibran's castle, if you come here, if you want to get close, you must tell your identity, otherwise we will attack!"

Of course his words were not a joke~IndoMTL.com~ The cavalry that greeted him was also a well-trained knight attendant.

All of the long swords and spears in their hands have been raised, and they watched vigilantly at the five guys who were riding on horses, panting, looked at each other, and lowered their weapons a bit.

None of these guys look like raiders or robbers.

"We...we..."

The leader of the militia was a little nervous.

However, for the safety of the village, we still stepped up and shouted: "We are the militiamen of Nali Village. This evening, a mercenary group came to our village to stay overnight. We were afraid of an accident, so we came here to report!"

"The mercenary group?"

At the city gate, several guard captains also looked at each other.

Nari Village is indeed one of several villages subordinate to Fort Avilés, but it also has the duty to inquire about news for the castle on weekdays. It's just that the so-called news is varied and depends on the reactions of the villagers.

I just came to report now, so anxious, I guess there is indeed a situation.

Noticing a difference.

The leader of the guards also shouted: "Let them come!"

"Keep up!"

The cavalry that greeted them released the 5 militiamen close to the castle.

However, the main entrance of the castle is still closed. There is only a shed at the bottom. It is the residence of the soldiers on duty who are stationed outside the castle at night. Now there are more than a dozen guards standing with long spears and watching them cautiously.

A short while later, the city gate opened a gap.

The captain of the guard steps out.

"Master Knight!"

The five militiamen said hello quickly.

"Yes." The captain of the guard was indeed a knight, but he frowned at them and asked, "What's the matter, isn't it normal for a mercenary group to stay overnight in your village? Why are you panicking like this?"

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