Lord of the Oasis

With the gleam of the stars and the bright moon in the sky, the 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.

The East County Collar was formerly known as Dong County. It was originally the capital of Dong County, and it was also the city of Winter County.

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.

The reason why Dong County was renamed Dong County.

It was because of Kant's own aunt, the Countess Agatha who was awarded the title of this place.

Because she was at odds with Cameron, Duke of the Lion, after being granted the title of Winter County, Countess Ai Jiasha directly changed the county name from the Winter County Command in the west to the East County Command. There is no homophony, only Shen Shen estrangement.

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

The fact remains.

ten years.

Countess Agatha polished the Eastern County Collar as strong as an iron barrel.

Not to mention that Cameron, the Grand Duke of the Lion, 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 strange as they can't see each other.

If there is communication, they can only handle affairs under the guise of a caravan, which is extremely troublesome.

Simply semi-independent!

But there is no way, or no way.

The official of the Lion Principality, that is, the Grand Duke Cameron, was too hasty in his succession to gather the support of all the top nobles.

In the feudal era, the support from the nobles 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.

They are nothing but vassals begging for their lives at the feet of nobles.

On the battlefield, they are only used as cannon fodder, a living target to shield the arrows of the nobles, and half of the servants who are ploughing the fields, herding and hunting, and paying taxes to the nobles!

Inside the Principality of Lions, nobility is everything!

Actually.

It's not just the Eastern Commandery.

There is also the Northshire Territory of Viscount Wayne.

Ten years ago, if it wasn't for Cameron's decisive decision, 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 be as semi-independent as the current East County Territory.

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

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

struggle for rights.

Disputes between kings and nobles.

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

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

It would be even 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.

Only initially different.

He was exiled.

Then get a boost to rise in exile.

As a baron, the manager at the top was nominally Viscount Wayne of the North County 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 Naron Desert in Kant is not divided on the official map of the Principality of Lions.

It was only when the North County Territory was approaching that Viscount Wayne was entrusted.

Escrow is also just the situation.

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

Even knowing that there are sentry oases that can live in the Naron Desert, it is not proportional to the reclamation and return.

No one would really care who the Naron Desert belonged to.

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

The map also shows that it is a no-man's land.

Pure desert!

This embarrassingly leads to that Kant has no actual superior at all.

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

It is completely the bottom title of the nobility.

"Ah."

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

He has no interest in the level of the title, and in fact is not interested in the so-called Grand Duke position. It is true that he can live smoothly in this world, and relying on the riding and cutting system to live better is his pursuit. .

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

Torches are also burning on the ground.

The aroma is diffuse.

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, only eating at noon, and when the evening was getting deeper, they were already so hungry that they were so hungry that they would raise a bonfire and prepare for dinner.

But even though they were cold, tired and hungry, these cavalrymen had not forgotten to take care of their personal horses.

This is his partner on the battlefield.

Can be seen as a brother.

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

This is all thanks to "Aaron" urban farming.

The terraced fields outside the city have already flourished.

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 Sanwaya Mountains, they have brought rich harvests.

And take the wheat field as an example, it is not one crop a year, but two to three crops a year!

The land inside the Sanwaya Mountains is very fertile.

like black earth.

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

Coupled with the power of the rules of the system, it makes the construction of agriculture easier. The entire city of "Aaron" is now beginning to enter the great development of agriculture, which is why farmers are so keen on reclamation.

With developed agriculture, livestock can eat better, sometimes as much as commoners.

Good feed makes good war horses.

This truth is quite agreeable to the riders of the Sultanate of Saland.

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

After the feed and water were fed, the bread and meat baked by the campfire were also hot.

Crispy on the outside and tender on the inside.

Sprinkled with a little salt and spice, the taste is full of flavor.

When Kant eats it in his mouth, he doesn't feel that it is simple. 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. By the way, we chatted about what we had seen along the way. Occasionally chuckled, and the bonfire reflected the room, which made it a little more lively.

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

It is not far from Dongjun City in the south.

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

talking.

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, each with a frown and a very ugly face.

At that time, I was greedy for silver coins, but now I am afraid.

This is really dangerous.

The grain drying yard 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 bloody purge looted and slaughtered entire villages, and the last one burned to ashes.

Although close to Aviles Fort.

But also close.

If there is a problem, 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 flash by setting a fire, and leaving the Eastern Commandery in the dark of night, it is estimated that there will be no chance for them to take revenge at that time.

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

"How to do."

The place where the financial officer regrets is almost green.

He is a financial officer and controls all the 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 the 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 move your hands, then it will be a big trouble.

They didn't deal with other things, but they caused bigger things to come out, and even the worst ending, which made them shudder to think about it, and even more ashamed and angry about their greed at that time.

But now is not the time to point fingers at 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.

"Um."

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 passing through the border, and they are still mercenaries. If they want to find some work, why not borrow it? 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 better if they could come to investigate their identities."

"Okay, great idea!"

The sheriff and the treasurer nodded.

This is indeed a good idea.

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

He didn’t dare to gallop at will, instead he followed the remote path carefully, leaving a long distance before coming to the road to Fort Avilés, using the whip to whip the horse under the crotch, making the speed a few faster. point.

They can bring the expectations of the village and the safety of their families.

Avilés is not far away.

It takes two or three hours to ride a horse.

At this time, the five of them rode the horses 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, but they did not panic. Instead, a team of cavalry rushed over to greet them.

Avilés has been in peace for a long time, not to mention the enemy, even robbers and bandits are pitiful.

Not to mention the attackers.

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

There was a helpless look on his face. To be honest, for them, they really wanted to have some fun with a little battle.

However, the defense of the castle still needs to be vigilant. 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!"

The elite guards at the head shouted: "This is Fort Avilés, Viscount Gibran's castle. If you come here, you must tell your identity if you want to get close, or we will attack!"

Of course his words were no joke.

The group of cavalry that greeted them were also well-trained knight attendants.

The long swords and long spears in their hands have been lifted up, and they looked vigilantly at the five guys who were riding on the horse, panting, looked at each other, and lowered the weapons in their hands a bit.

Either way, none of these guys look like raiders or robbers.

"We... we..."

The militia captain at the head was a little nervous.

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

"The mercenary group?"

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

Nali Village is indeed one of the several villages under Aviles Fort, but on weekdays, it also has the duty to inquire about news for the castle, but the so-called news is varied and depends on the reactions of the villagers.

Just coming over to report now, so anxious, it is estimated that there is indeed a situation.

Notice the difference.

The captain of the guard at the head also shouted: "Let them come!"

"Follow!"

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

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

After a short while, the city gate opened a gap.

The captain of the guard came out.

"Master Knight!"

The five militiamen quickly said hello.

"Well." 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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