The Lord of the Rings: Lords of Middle-earth

Chapter 685 Night Alarm

Here Roland is still chatting with Apophis Breo at night, but Ismir and his party are already preparing to take a rest. After all, the kingdom is in such a bad state that there are no entertainment activities to start, and people are still filling their stomachs. Struggling between stomach and starvation, their biggest pursuit is to eat more hot food. Neither the environment nor physical strength can support them in any entertainment.

Even the taverns in Rapid City fell into depression. The drinks turned into sour wild fruit wine. Grain was prohibited from brewing. Of course, no one sold them food. Sour fruit wine and dried fish became the only dishes served in the tavern. ...not to mention a shabby place like Windhelm Town.

"The night is still a little cold, and the wind is getting stronger." Ymir looked at the roaring bear flag flying on the simple, semi-finished castle and making a sound in the night wind.

"Your Excellency, City Defense Officer, are you still not resting?" The patrolling soldier team happened to be next to Ymir, and they were teasing Ymir.

"Haha, I'll go around again and eliminate all loopholes before I can rest. Otherwise, I won't even know if you were snatched away by a wolf in the middle of the night..." Ymir laughed.

The two patrols also looked at each other and smiled. As for why there are only two people in the Feng Helmet Town patrol team? Look at the pitiful military strength under Ismir. There are only thirty soldiers in the Manchu Army. It is already the limit to form five patrol teams of 10 people to patrol the wall in one night. If there are more points, the turnover will be impossible.

"Okay, I'll go look elsewhere!" Ymir didn't accompany them to talk nonsense, and turned around to leave. The two patrols looked at the back of Ymir carrying a big sword and wearing heavy armor. He couldn't help showing a look of envy and admiration.

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"You haven't slept yet?" Ismir poked his head out of the tent and looked at Ymir who had just walked back to the castle and asked in surprise.

"You haven't slept either, sir." Ymir took off his helmet and leaned his sword aside and said softly.

"Get some rest early, we have to work tomorrow!" Ismir muttered a few words and climbed back into the tent.

It is not difficult to understand the brain-burning thing about Ismir living in a tent in the castle. After all, this simple castle only has a simple outer wall, not even a roof, and there is no divided space inside, so especially Mir and Ismir led the soldiers to set up tents in the open space of the castle. The only difference was that Ismir's tent was the largest, with a hammock hung inside and several wooden boxes placed as storage and decoration. supplies.

"Okay!" Ymir nodded naively. He picked up the sword and ducked into his tent, and soon began to snore soundly.

"...Damn it! I'm really suffering!" Ismir tossed and turned in the hammock, listening to the deafening snoring and covering his ears with his hands. As a result, he felt that the sound was louder, and this time it became a 3D stereo surround sound... The veins on Ismir's forehead were throbbing, but he still suppressed the idea of ​​waking up Ymir.

What a pity! Who knows how a half-giant snores, especially when the castle walls just gather the sound. At this moment, Ismir feels like he is in a bell, buzzing with vibration.

"Fuck! I can't stay in this house anymore!" Ismir regretted it! My intestines are so wet! Why don't you go to bed and get up to see Ymir? Listening to the snoring one after another around him, Ismir's head is now bigger than the two! One Ymir is already deafening, plus 20 men... What a guy! It’s literally a symphony orchestra!

"Gan!" Ismir just did it, put on his clothes, grabbed his staff, carried a roll of bedding, and got out of the tent. The sounds of snoring, mouth blowing, and teeth grinding were all left behind him.

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"Sir?" The sharp-eyed patrolman saw someone walking around, and he held his spear vigilantly and pointed it at the person. Only when the person got closer did he realize that it was his lord?

At this moment, Ismir was holding a roll of blankets with a tired look on his face. He immediately became energetic after seeing the two patrols.

"Come on, come on! Help me!" Ismir was handed a bed roll to the two of them, and asked them to pull out a triangular area for him with oilcloth against the wall. Then they found some hay for the horses and spread it on the ground. Ismir could finally close his eyes comfortably.

"Sir... what are you..." The two soldiers looked at Ismir lying on the ground from the side and stared at each other for a long time before finally asking cautiously. After all, they knew that Ismir should live there. In the unfinished castle, after all, they were the ones who built the tents.

"It's okay, it's okay. The snoring there is so noisy that I'm sleeping outside!" Ismir said with a dark face and waved his hand to indicate that the two of them could leave smoothly.

"Then you have a good rest!" The two looked at each other and could only shrug helplessly and continue patrolling.

As the night grew darker and darker, the entire Windhelm Town became quiet. Apart from the sound of weapons clashing as the patrols walked, there were only large and small grunts.

"Ah~ I'm so sleepy!" A spearman rubbed his eyes and stretched.

The Nature Guardian who was accompanying him held up the sword on his waist and gave him a weak look, but he didn't say much. After all, the physiques and energy of professionals and ordinary soldiers were different. In order to make it easier to deal with things, he patrolled at night. Some nature guardians and ordinary soldiers were also organized to patrol together.

"Rustling~" Suddenly a rustling sound came. This sound was extremely weak but real. Maybe ordinary soldiers would ignore these small sounds, but the sensitivity of the guardians of nature will not let go of these problematic things. He moved his ears and clearly sensed the place where the sound came from. However, because he was not a spell caster, the mental strength of a warrior did not allow him to explore so far.

However, the mountain man had his own clever plan. The soldier directly pulled out a wooden short-throwing gun from the leather backpack on his back. This thing was equipped by him himself. The standard equipment of Windhelm Town did not include this thing. In addition, this The technical content of the gadget is not high, it can be easily made by hand, and it is cheap. More importantly, it brings mid-range shooting capabilities, so Ismir supports these things.

"Huh!" He put the throwing spear in his hand onto his companion's torch and heated it up. Soon the wooden spear was ignited. Then he suddenly raised his hand and took a step forward to throw the short spear in his hand.

"Enemy attack!" The shrill shouts and whistles resounded throughout Windhelm Town. Everyone opened their eyes instantly. Even the children subconsciously hid in the corners of the tent. As for the men and soldiers, they naturally caught them early. The guy walked out.

"What happened? What happened? Where was the attack?" Ismir squeezed out of the crowd and asked anxiously.

"Move towards where the whistle sounds! Don't be stunned! Get ready for me immediately!" Compared with Ismir's squeeze-out operation, Ymir was simpler and more violent. He directly squeezed the others out. It pushed the crowd back slowly like an icebreaker.

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"What's going on? Why the warning?" After climbing the wall, Ismir saw the two people who raised the alarm at a glance, and rushed up to question them.

"See for yourself! I think I'm in trouble!" The soldier raised his finger and pointed at the darkness and said to Ismir.