Lord of the Oasis Chapter 8: .The trouble after the morning

The peasants stood in high spirits.

"Very good."

Kant nodded in satisfaction.

These 50 Swadian peasants will be the population base of the future "Dehrim" village.

In the future development, they will be the main force.

This is not a game. Kant just takes his soldiers to fight. He also needs a certain number of peasants to help him take care of the village and make this village with only one consular hall grow stronger and stronger. .

Similarly, these 50 Swadian farmers have also solved the current security risks.

The 20 cavalry of the Principality of Lions have left, causing great concern about Kant and the current sentry oasis.

Those fleeing gnolls will never give up, they may form a team at any time and come back, **** the oasis where they once lived, and have a fierce military conflict with Kant.

After all, Sentinel Oasis is still at the forefront of danger.

Only 10 Swadian militiamen, and 20 Swadian recruits, are too weak.

The addition of these farmers has greatly alleviated this threat.

At the very least, they formed a tight array with long-handled scythes. With those gnolls who didn't even have many iron weapons, it was undoubtedly a bit whimsical to break through their defenses.

"It still needs development." Kant calculated in his heart.

According to the system interface, the current village only has the humble building of the Consulate.

While other structures, such as houses, fences, imitations, watchtowers, wells, require an investment of money and time to build, just as cumbersome as real construction.

This makes Kant helpless.

Money and time are exactly what he needs most.

The gnoll wouldn't give him that time in the first place.

Besides, his funds are currently only 1000 dinars obtained after completing the main task of building a village.

There is one thing Kant regrets.

It is the currency of this world, whether it is a small silver coin, a large silver coin, or the more expensive gold coin.

Neither can be converted to the dinars required by the system.

"A long way to go."

Kant couldn't help shaking his head and smiled bitterly.

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The bright moonlight shrouded the earth.

In the desert, the temperature control effect of vegetation has been lost, and the slightest chill has begun to appear.

It was getting dark.

The Sentinel Oasis is still in full swing.

An 80-person camp is no small thing.

The only administrative hall at present, although it is a two-story stone building, the overall area is not large, at most more than 500 square meters, which is equivalent to a single villa in China.

It's obviously impossible to squeeze in 80 people.

Kant had other arrangements.

30 soldiers entered the Consulate to rest, while 50 farmers set up tents around the Consulate.

On the three carriages, Kant brought a lot of living supplies.

Including larger multi-person tents and wool sweaters to keep out the cold, enough for the 50 farmers to spend tonight.

This arrangement also has Kant's reasoning.

Or rather, a trade-off.

In any case, 10 Swadian militiamen and 20 Swadian recruits belong to the main combat force currently possessed by Kant, and even the loss of 1 person will make him feel heartache.

This is related to future troop construction and cannot be treated as consumables at will.

The 30 soldiers were the main ones on duty at night.

Therefore, they need to rest better to deal with the crisis that may arise at any time.

The 50 peasants outside the Consultative Hall, because of the advantage in number, can quickly assemble under the reminder of the soldiers on duty even if they encounter danger, forming a dense array to protect themselves, and there will be no large of casualties.

Reality is often cruel.

The so-called protection is sometimes a woman's benevolence.

Kant is not pedantic.

On the contrary, he understands the concept of value and knows how to use the smallest price to exchange for a higher return.

"Okay, let's hurry up!"

Kant urged, so that the tent could be set up sooner, so as to avoid long nights of dreams.

At the same time, several bonfires were also lit, using the tents and logs of these gnoll tribes as fuel, burning roaringly, releasing a heat that dispelled the chill of the night.

The camp next to the sentry oasis is basically still built.

Some militiamen came quickly and reported to Kangdehui: "Lord Lord, your room has been tidied up."

"Got it." Kant nodded.

His room is on the second floor of the Consulate Hall, and is protected by 10 Swadian militiamen. In the hall downstairs, 20 Swadian recruits are also preparing to ensure that Kant is safe.

The people who come from the system themselves exist in the presence of Kant.

So in terms of loyalty, you can rest assured.

Looking at the dazzling galaxy in the sky, a chill also made Kant feel cold all over.

"Be careful."

Opening the mouth to remind, Kant walked towards the Consulate Hall.

Walk up the stairs in the corner of the living room to the second floor. Kant's room is in the innermost room, which has been cleaned up by the militiamen.

The room is by the window, just facing the pond

Kant looked up and saw the soft light in the night, spread out on the pond, with the wind blowing the water surface, sparkling, a beautiful scenery, let him indulge.

Kant couldn't help but admire: "This is really beautiful."

This is the first time he has come to the Narun Desert to enjoy such a breathtaking view.

Unlike the rough desert, this is soft beauty.

But he quickly calmed down and looked at his room.

Kant knew that he would probably live here for a long time in the future.

About 10 square meters of space, there are wooden beds and wardrobes made of wood, as well as tables and chairs with the same rough workmanship. Generally speaking, the layout is simple and crowded, and it is just the decoration of ordinary civilians.

The bed is a single bed with a linen mattress and a quilt made of wool and cotton.

Standard Swadian kingdom style.

Although the room looks simple, it is neatly tidy.

Mainly, there is no odor.

"Very good."

Kant is satisfied with this, sleeping in a protected room and a safe wooden bed is much better than sleeping in the shallow pits like a grave pit dug out.

Although he is the youngest son of the Duke, he is not incapable of suffering.

He untied the light crossbow and quiver on his back and placed them neatly on the table. At the same time, he took off the linen robe that was used to block the wind and sand, and patted it a few times before hanging it in the closet.

But Kant didn't take off his shirt and trousers, and the dagger stayed by his side.

Although the room of the 10 Swadian militiamen is next to it, it is always good to maintain due vigilance, at least if there is any emergency, there will be no unresponsiveness.

Unrolling the quilt, Kant lay on the bed and fell asleep.

It seems that after a long journey and another fight, Kant is sleeping soundly now.

The crisp bird chirping in his ears awakened his mind.

"Twitter."

Kant opened his eyes slightly and fell into a drowsy sleep.

Two unknown birds were standing by the window. They looked like sparrows, but their appearance was a little khaki. They were chirping and beating. They tapped the wooden windowsill with their small beaks.

The morning light came into the room through the window, and it was already bright.

"Hmm."

Kant lifted the quilt, the Naron Desert in the early morning was still a bit cold.

But he knew that it wouldn't be long before the temperature quickly returned to unacceptably hot temperatures.

Getting dressed again, Kant stood by the bed and looked out.

The vast sea of ​​sand spread over in the distance, and the khaki-colored appearance was like a mouth that devoured everything. There was only a little sparse greenery nearby, which brought a bit of stability and relaxation.

This is a sentry oasis.

The clear spring water reflects a faint light, and at a depth of half a meter, you can easily see the gravel and stones at the bottom.

Kant couldn't help but sigh: "This is really beautiful."

Yes, this oasis is like paradise compared to the Narun Desert.

A paradise for him.

With a frown, Kant also found that there is a lot of filth in this paradise.

The messy tents of the gnolls are still on both sides of the lake, including those perennial household garbage, and even feces, which are piled up randomly, and there is no concept of hygiene at all.

This is a defilement of the oasis!

However, what made him feel a little relieved was that there were already farmers in Swadia, sorting out the garbage.

After all, this is the area where they live, and the messy garbage is piled up together. These farmers who love cleanliness and tidy and advocating beautiful rural scenery can't stand it at all, and they are cleaning up spontaneously.

"Dangdangdang."

There was a knock on the door, and a voice came from outside: "Lord Lord, breakfast is ready, do you want to eat it now?"

The former Swadian militia.

"I'm going to eat now." Kant responded.

Closing the window again, Kant walked out of the room, where a sturdy militiaman was respectfully waiting.

Kant asked, "What's breakfast?"

"Slices of bread, including a bisque of dried meat and cabbage," the militia replied.

"Air-dried meat and stewed cabbage soup?"

Kant was stunned for a moment~IndoMTL.com~ walked down the stairs, wondering, "I don't remember we have cabbage." After a while, Kant also seemed to have thought of something: "The Consular Hall The cabbage that comes with it?"

"Yes."

The Swadian militiaman nodded: "The storage room has 500 portions of bread, 250 portions of dried meat, and 100 portions of cabbage."

"So much?" Kant raised his eyebrows slightly.

These breads and dried meats, as well as the cabbage, are counted in hundreds, which is indeed a huge amount.

But the militiaman hesitated for a moment and said, "It's only 10 days."

Kant was shocked: "10 days' amount?"

The militiaman nodded: "Yes, Lord, we must find more food, otherwise we will run out of food after 10 days. Even if we save food rations, we can only last for about 15 days."

Outside the Consular Hall, the bushes on the sand are green.

But Kant lost the quality of viewing and frowned: "How can you eat so much?"

Around, 50 Swadian farmers were leveling the oasis, cleaning up the gnoll tents that had been trampled down, as well as the **** and excrement everywhere.

10 Swadian militiamen are patrolling with heavy spears covered in iron.

On the surrounding sand dunes, 20 Swadian recruits had already dispersed, forming a guard post.

"Okay."

Kant nodded, his face a little dignified: "80 people really eat a lot of food."

PS: The Sultanate of Sarand is too halal, I dare not write it! The desert Riswadia knights are also very strong, ahem, don't worry, desert robbers, I will arrange their upgrades to be Mamluks!