"We lack weapons, we lack armor, we lack food, we lack fresh water, we lack everything but gold." Pastor Kidd was expressionless in front of a giant microphone mirror and communicated with the other side of the Wojin Church hierarchy.

Just two weeks ago, Pastor Kidd was willing to lick the toes of the higher-ups in order to climb one step further, but now his only wish was to get out of this damn place and find a sunny island to spend his old age on, and let the church of Waukin, and the people of Cyris, go to hell.

"I'm sorry, Pastor Kidd of the Silver Library, but we are temporarily unable to provide supplies other than personnel." The voice on the other side was unusually gentle, as if he was afraid that Pastor Kidd would pick on him: "As long as you hold on for another month, I promise that everything you want will arrive in the Far South Colonies, and you will be a hero of the church!" You'll have a chance to become a Gold Coin Priest! ”

"Whatever you want, I've done my best." Pastor Kidd took the initiative to end contact with a gloomy face.

It was the first time he had contacted the headquarters of the Church of Waukin, and Kidd couldn't hold on any longer, as he said he had done his best.

More and more mercenaries, mercenary warbands were taken to the small port built by the Ganges, which soon turned into a huge military camp.

The Seris have known that their enemies are gathering here, but do they care? Even Kidd knew that they didn't care, they were training, waiting to see the joke by the way.

Under his leadership, the Ganges people did earn a lot of benefits, but the supplies they provided were limited.

You can't expect Kshatriyas, numbering no more than a thousand, to continue to provide logistics for professional soldiers who are more than four thousand.

Prices in the huge barracks skyrocketed fivefold in two weeks, and the Ganges bitterly exchanged their only food for a wealth that they could not spend at all.

The Retribution Warband built a joint defensive line around the Gangese camp, and on the frontal battlefield, the city guards of Godrim City and the renegade mercenaries were mixed into a qualified legion, and the two sides used the simplest tactics to shoot each other on the battlefield, exchanging blood.

In the forest, the Amazonian warriors are like demons, attacking all the adventurers who try to break out and explore day and night, leaving no one alive.

On the seas, the warships of the Seris cruised, and one out of every three cargo ships managed to reach the port of the Ganges.

Abushek has felt like he's aged more than ten years in the past week, mercenaries are not sheep who don't know how to resist by the fierce hair, and when the price of food exceeds the bottom line they can afford, they will not hesitate to draw their swords and share life and death with the 'profiteers'.

However, the Ganges themselves are under tremendous pressure, and they themselves are a regional gangster who simply cannot afford the logistics of such a large number of people.

In fact, the surrounding human strongholds together can't afford it, and the reason why these Ganges players can continue to 'buy' from the surrounding towns is Yang Yuefan, who counted the money and had hand cramps.

He had planted more than one spy in the Ganges' harbor, which was crowded with disorganized and disorderly mercenaries, and it would be a shame not to do so for their chaotic system.

Who has the final say in the camp of the Ganges?

Of course, it is Yang Yuefan, a profiteer behind the scenes, who accurately grasps the bottom line in the hearts of mercenaries and Ganges people through systematic analysis, and constantly creates tension through inflation.

Every day passes, the smell of gunpowder on both sides will be stronger, and Yang Yuefan will laugh happily behind the scenes.

"Lord Singh! The men of the Golden Regiment have clashed with Jagger! A Ganges player rushed in, covering one eye and bleeding from his head, apparently having just experienced a street brawl-level fight.

Recently, the various mercenary warbands have been clashing with the Ganges players who provide logistics services, and although both sides have restrained themselves from causing any fatalities for the time being, this armed conflict is driving Abshek crazy.

With the average rank of the Ganges in the early four levels, how could they defeat the mercenaries who lived by war in such gang battles?

Every time they were defeated, the Ganges would lose a lot of supplies, and Abshek found that not only did he not make any profit recently, but he lost a lot of his previous profits.

"Is the damage serious?" Abshek felt dizzy and had to press his fingers on his temples: "If the damage is not serious, let them disperse first, and I'll go talk to Pastor Kidd." ”

"Lord Singh, they robbed seven of our women!" The Ganges player added, "Lord Garam Chander led people to surround the people of the Golden Regiment. ”

Abshek stood up suddenly, ignoring the darkness in front of him because of his dizziness, grabbed his clothes and rushed out: "You go and tell Pastor Kidd to get to the scene immediately!" ”

But it was too late, and when Abshek went out, there was a loud shout of killing in the makeshift trading bazaar.

The vanguard of the Golden Regiment is currently in a state of self-control of the companies, and since the death of General Griffin, the commanders of the subordinate companies have become scattered, and the failure of two consecutive elections of new generals has completely deprived this vanguard army of the possibility of unification.

At least until the other mercenary generals arrived in the Far South, they would all have to fight on their own at the company level.

This time, it was the captain of one of the companies who had a crooked mind about the female player in the Ganges, and as a result, the conflict between the two sides continued to expand, and new companies of the Golden Regiment were constantly involved.

And the idle mercenary who was afraid that the world would not be chaotic took advantage of the fire to rob, and there were many mercenary warbands themselves opposed to each other, and the entire port became a battlefield almost instantly, and the human brain became a dog brain.

A handful of paladins guarded Pastor Kidd in the temple that had just been erected, and looked at the chaos outside in a cold sweat.

It's only the early stage of the riot, and many warbands haven't slowed down yet, once they go crazy, where is the most worth grabbing in the entire camp, do you still need to consider?

"Can you contact the Grand Master of the last subgroup?" Pastor Kidd had been trained in the recent war to be in the face of a Tarzan collapse without panicking, and his priority was to seek refuge in the Second Sons.

Those who claim to be nobles have some bottom line, and they are more trustworthy than other warbands in terms of credit, and Pastor Kidd said bluntly: "Tell them that I will offer a commission that people can't refuse." ”

"I'll send someone to contact me right away." Paladin Commander Dale Seaworth looked out with a frown: "I don't think our enemies will let go of this good opportunity. ”