Release that Witch Chapter 1032: King of Greycastle (medium)
Extreme Southern Region Shahai, the source of Silver River.
Brian sits in the tent and waits for news from the front. Opposite him is Clan Head Gulz Burningfire of Wildflame Clan and Elder Thuram of Brave Sand Clan.
The two of them are now spokespersons for Mojin Clan.
With the Firearm Battalion commander representing Great Chief, it can be said that the chiefs who can determine the fate of Sandpeople have gathered here.
The cold wind in the desert makes the tarpaulin slap, but the tent is extremely warm. This sandy land seems to be located on a huge brazier. No matter how cold the ground is, bury your feet in salt sand. Zhongzhong can feel the hot air coming out, and its effect is comparable to the fire of Neverwinter City and heater.
The locals even invented the sand bed to plan out a shallow pit with a length and width of one person, replace the white sand and sand with sieved fine sand, and then bury them in to maximize Keep your body temperature. And those fine sands are soft to the touch, and lying on them is even more comfortable than quilted quilts. If you set up a tent above your head, you can enjoy the whole winter.
It is a pity that this geothermal heat has ruined the vitality of this place. The salt in the seawater kept precipitating, turning the desert around a hundred kilometers into a white. Not to mention flowers and trees, even sandworms and poisonous scorpions are hard to see.
If there is no oasis, there will be no food source. A large plain is no different from dead land. If it is desolate, I am afraid that there are only Black water swamps in Extreme Southern Region.
For hundreds of years, Mojin people have only set up a few scattered wooden houses at the junction of saline-alkali land to provide salt pickers who come from afar to stay temporarily, but now, situation has become different.
"You're very calm, lad," Gulz suddenly broke the silence, "Raging Wave Clan and Bone Scraper Clan are both the top-ranked clan in Iron Sand City. Great Chief can easily defeat them, which does not mean that those tribe can At this point you have such confidence in them? "
Seeing someone start, Thuram also quickly added, "During this year, Iron Sand City has not been promoted to six Clan tribes. Obviously they control all natural resource flowing to the city. In Extreme Southern Region, as long as there is sufficient Clan will soon be able to recover their food. They are now stronger than you were before you came here. "
"Confidence? No ..." Brian shook his head slowly, "I don't have such a thing for them."
"Why ... why don't you use Great Chief troops?" Thuram was a little surprised, "Just need to dispatch a hundred people, and then cooperate with the warriors of PP and Brave Sand, this group of arrogant will not dare to pass A little oasis. "
"Then what? Let First Army cruise forever on the front line of Silver River Oasis and act as the caretaker of those tribe?" Brian looked at him, "Do you think that is what Your Majesty wants to see?"
"Uh, this ..." Thuram was stunned for a moment.
Soon after the implementation of the Great Migration Plan, the development of Extreme Southern Region also started. In addition to the construction of Daqing Port in Endless Cape, another focus was on the saline-alkali land at the source of Silver River. Due to the lack of river channels, wanting to transport these white flowers industrial natural resource out of the desert can only rely on a lot of manpower and animal power, towing to the nearest tributary of Scarlet Water River.
For this reason, the two cities of Fallen Dragon Ridge and Port of Clear Water have opened favorable conditions to attract enough Sandpeople joining to the sand-moving army.
In just one year, there were many camp accounts and figures at the junction of saline-alkali land.
A deep well was laid down, and fresh water was drawn from the underground flowing Silver River dark river. It was used for drinking and also for filtering and purifying salt sand.
A humble factory building was also set up. There is no blasting steam, no machine roar, all rely on human both hands to complete the entire process. Like gold rush, people condense the wealth scattered among the tens of thousands of gravels and recrystallize. Pieces, then loaded to the Western Region hinterland, waiting for further processing, this repeated and boring work has become a new melody of saline-alkali land.
Although there are still no oasis, sandworm and poisonous scorpion, it is a little bit lively here.
The worry-free rewards not only attract migrants, but also small tribes who have not yet made a decision. They often come to the junction in droves and trade their energy for wheat, jerky and cloth. Some people returned to the oasis with food happily, while others stayed and became one of the migrants.
This phenomenon has aroused the dissatisfaction of Iron Sand City and clan's. The more clans leaving the oasis, the less natural resource they can get. This contradiction finally broke out two months ago. Nutao and Bone Scraper Clan dispatched cavalry, intercepted a team of small tribe men from the oasis set off, and threw their heads on the road that must go northward. The intention was obviously to warn The other Mojin Sandpeople is rushing.
Da Clan did not dare to be an enemy of King of Greycastle, so they aimed the butcher knife at those small tribes that had not yet surrendered. They thought that this would not attract the Thunder anger of Great Chief. After all, no king of the North Kingdom would really care about the hundred Sandpeople. Life and death, but did not expect that this move directly touched the nerves of Neverwinter City.
Unreasonably reducing the population is undoubtedly one of the most taboo things about Your Majesty Roland. For this, Brian has known for a long time.
Early before the letter Gulz was delivered, Firearm Battalion Commander was ready to respond.
"What if they fail?" Gulz Burningfire rubbed his forehead. "If I remember correctly, those people have only been three months since they received firearms training, right?"
"Then they will be killed and the tribe they belong to will be slaves of Iron Sand City." Brian closed his eyes. "I said before the expedition that their battle was not for me, but for them. I gave them enough blades to fight against the Iron Horse. If they still cannot protect their clan from the opponent's butcher knife, then they are not worthy of being part of the Greycastle army. For me, it is just retraining a group . "
"..." For the first time, Gulz revealed his face, as if he had a new understanding of the young officer.
"And, you forgot that three months is just firearms training time," he continued. "In addition to firearms, they also have swords, daggers, fists, and teeth. These weapon are all born from Sandpeople. Start training right away, right? "
Brian selected and formed the Sandpeople unit, whose members are resident from the small tribe. They are different from the big Clan like Mad Flame. Although they chose to stay in the Greycastle line, they still miss the tribe in the oasis. These people have no unified background and can form an invisible relationship between the two places. They are the best source of troops for the local army. The old-fashioned firearms, which has been eliminated, has become their standard equipment.
Suddenly, there were rapid footsteps outside the tent.
"Stop!" the guard standing yelled.
"I am Jodah of the ambush team. I have something to report to the battalion master!"
"Let him come in," Brian opened his eyes sharply.
The curtain was opened, and a man with blood on his face stumbled to come in. After shaking it twice, he seemed unable to support his body anymore, and kneeling on one knee fell to the ground. Although panting, his eyes were bright as stars.
"Sir, we won!"