By the glimmer of the stars and moon in the sky, the elite of the desert bandits scattered, picked up some dead wood and grass in the fields outside the village, lit them as firewood, and lit a few bonfires among the tents in the camp.

At night, the temperature in the Eastern Commandery was slightly lower, and although it was not as cold as the Naren Desert, there was also a chill.

Dongjun Ling, formerly known as Dongjun, was originally the capital of Dongjun, and it was once also Dongjun Town.

The meaning comes from the cold weather in the south, and occasionally snowflakes and cold rain fall every year, and even the larger hail can be seen several times a year, and it is the only county in the Duchy of Lion where you can see a significant winter.

The reason why Winter County was renamed East County.

It was also Kant's own aunt, the Countess of Agasa, who had been given the title here.

Because of the discord with the lion Grand Duke Cameron, after being awarded the title of Winter County Territory, Countess Agatha directly changed the name of the county and changed the Winter County Territory located in the west directly to the East County Territory.

It means that the former Winter County Territory has nothing to do with the Lion Principality at all.

This is still the case.

Decade.

Countess Agatha polished the Eastern County Territory as firmly as an iron bucket.

Not to mention that Grand Duke Cameron's hand can't reach in, even the nobles of other county lords can't get any communication and contact with the eastern county lord through the official, just like the real separation of the two domains, as strange as not seeing each other.

If there is communication, you can only use caravans to handle affairs, which is extremely troublesome.

It's just semi-independent!

But there is nothing to be done, or no way.

The official of the Duchy of Lion, that is, Grand Duke Cameron, was too late to gather the support of all the top nobles due to the haste of succession, which was also the dependence of the Countess Agasa, who led to the release of the feudal title, to be able to separate the county territory.

In the feudal era, the support from the nobility was still particularly important to the rulers.

The aristocracy was the foundation of the feudal state.

In particular, the aristocracy of the Western European system is the mainstay of the country!

As for the civilian population.

It's just an ant begging at the feet of the nobles.

On the battlefield, they are just used as cannon fodder, a live target for the nobles to block arrows, and the foreign generations plough the fields and graze and hunt on weekdays, and pay taxes to the nobles and the half of the servants!

Within the Lion Principality, nobility is everything!

As a matter of fact.

It's not just the East County Collar.

and Viscount Wayne's Northern County Domain.

Ten years ago, if Cameron hadn't made a quick decision, taking advantage of the invasion of the Jackals by the Northern County Territory, leading the troops directly north to show the threat of force, it is estimated that even the Northern County Territory would be semi-independent like the current East County Territory.

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

From this, we can see the contradictions and discord within the Lion Principality.

The struggle for rights.

Disputes between kings and nobles.

Kant was still helpless about this, and this struggle had nothing to do with him, but it was also related.

The current Kant belongs to the top aristocracy, he is a powerful and powerful faction among the nobles, with soldiers and money in his hands, and he can be regarded as a rippling Nalun Desert, and he has already had a confrontation with the royal power.

It would be even more interesting if the Lion Castle came and asked Kant to pay taxes or provide monetary assistance.

Kant did have this obligation according to the rules.

It's just that the initial difference.

He was banished.

Then get a boost to rise in exile.

As a baron, the top administrator is nominally Viscount Wayne of the Northern County Territory.

But because of the royal bloodline, he is the second son of Grand Duke Cameron, and he has the right to inherit the Grand Duke, even Viscount Wayne can't really regard Kant as a vassal.

What's more, the Narun Desert of Kant, on the official map of the Principality of Lion, is not divided.

It was only the proximity of the Northern County Territory that Viscount Wayne was placed in charge.

Escrow is also just a situation.

Once a forbidden area of civilization, a racial desert, no one cares at all.

Even if they knew that there was a sentry oasis in the Narun Desert that could live people, it was not proportional to the reclamation and the return, and no one would really care who the Naren Desert was.

Even before Kant traveled to the Naren Desert, official scholars did not recognize this as the territory of the Duchy of Lion.

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

Pure desert!

This is embarrassingly the fact that Kant had no actual superiors at all.

Or Archduke Cameron, the lion who personally canonized Kant, is counted, but as the Grand Duke and Kant's father, if he is a nobleman who really rules, at least he is a viscount, and the title of a baron is too low.

It is completely the lowest title among the nobility.

"Huh."

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

He is not interested in the level of the title, in fact, he is not interested in the so-called Grand Duke, it is true that he can live smoothly in this world, and it is his pursuit to live better by relying on the riding and chopping system.

As the night grew darker, the stars and the moon had released their full light.

Torches were also burning on the ground.

The fragrance is pervasive.

It is the aroma of baked bread, plus the aroma of air-dried meat, sausages and smoked fish.

Kant and his cavalry had been on the march all afternoon, eating only at noon, and by the end of the evening, they were already so hungry that they had their chests and backs, and they had set up a bonfire and prepared dinner.

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

This is the partner I rely on to cooperate with on the battlefield.

I can come and see it as a brother.

The simple trough and the trough are spliced together, and the best wheat grains are mixed with chickpeas and alfalfa grass and poured into it, plus water and moistened, which is the best food, which can quickly replenish the physical strength of the war horse.

This is all thanks to Aaron's urban farming.

The terraced rice fields outside the city have long since flourished.

For example, wheat fields are common crops, and crops such as chickpeas, cabbage, and pumpkins have already been cultivated, and with the suitable climate and good irrigation in the interior of the Sanwaya Mountains, they bring abundant harvests.

And in the case of wheat fields, it is not one crop a year, but two or three crops a year!

The land inside the Sanwaya Mountains is very fertile.

It's like black earth.

And the temperature of the Narun Desert, coupled with the slight chill at the bottom of the mountain, just neutralizes at the surface.

Coupled with the rule power of the system, agriculture was made easier to build, and the entire city of "Aaron" was now in the midst of great agricultural development, which is why farmers were so keen on farming.

Agriculture is developed, and the livestock eat better, sometimes no less than the common people.

Good feed breeds good horses.

This is quite common to the riders of the Salander Sultanate.

Of course, it is necessary to add excellent training and breeding, otherwise even if you eat high-quality feed, those steals or pack horses will still not become war horses, but will increase their weight and do their own work well.

After feeding the feed and water, the bread and meat baked around the campfire were also hot.

Charted on the outside and tender on the inside.

Sprinkled with a little salt and spices, the taste is even more delicious.

Kant didn't feel simple when he ate it in his mouth, but he had the feeling of eating barbecue in his previous life.

I didn't shy away from suspicion, dined with Rolf and the accompanying Sarrion lion knights, chatted about what I had seen and heard along the way, occasionally chuckled, and the bonfire was reflected, which was a little more lively.

Entering the East County Territory, near Avilés Castle, the trek is more than halfway through.

It's not far from the eastern county town to the south.

Although the road was rough, it was only a two-day journey for this group of horsemen, who were all riding horses.

Talking.

In the village where torches were also lit, the atmosphere was very solemn.

The old village chief was talking with the fat treasurer and the stout sheriff in the house, and they were all frowning, and their faces were very unpleasant.

At that time, I coveted silver coins, but now I am afraid.

It's really dangerous.

The grain drying yard is just a stone's throw from the village.

If these mercenaries who are as fierce as bandits make a fuss, with the militia in these villages, even if everyone is combined, it is estimated that they are not opponents, and if there is a real accident, it will probably be a bloodbath.

A bloody purge, looting and slaughtering entire villages, the last fire burned to ashes.

Although close to Avilés Fort.

But it's also close.

If something goes wrong, it will take time for the troops in the castle to come over.

And after these cavalrymen have plundered and slaughtered, they can leave with a smoke and take advantage of the night to leave the Eastern County Territory, and it is estimated that there will be no chance for them to take revenge at that time.

The troops of the Eastern County Territory will not leave their territory, let alone go to the Northern County Territory and the Southern County Territory.

"What to do."

The field of regret of the finance officer is almost green.

He was a treasurer, in charge of all taxes and finances in the village, and seemed to be a low-ranking squire attached to Avillesburg, but with the help of caravans around the village, there was a lot of oil and water on weekdays.

Without his current village, he wouldn't be able to enjoy the glory and wealth he once had!

"All the silver coins were given."

The sheriff undoubtedly had some insight, and he steadied his mind and said, "Can you still drive those guys away?" ”

The village chief also sighed lightly: "Be cautious. ”

It was all right.

If you really go to get rid of that group of mercenaries, there is really a quarrel, or even a move, then it will be a big trouble.

Something else was not dealt with, but they caused something bigger, or even the worst ending, which made them shudder when they thought about it, and they were even more ashamed and angry about their greed at that time.

But now is not the time to point fingers.

The village chief is obviously old and knowledgeable: "It's better to go to the castle and report." ”

"Debriefing?"

The sheriff and the treasurer frowned.

"Hmm."

The old village chief nodded: "This is not a trivial matter, since we are here, don't we have the right to report to the lord here, now that more than 500 cavalry have crossed the border, they are still mercenaries, and they want to come to find some work, so why don't we take this reason to report to the castle." ”

After a pause, the old village chief said in a deep voice: "When the time comes, if something happens, the castle can also organize troops to come to the rescue as soon as possible, and it would be better if they could come over to find out their identity." ”

"Good, great idea!"

The sheriff and the treasurer nodded.

That's a really good idea.

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

He did not dare to gallop his horse at will, but cautiously followed the remote path, and left a long way before he came to the road to Avilésburg, and whipped the horse under his crotch with a whip to make it a little faster.

They can carry the hope of the village, and the safety of the family.

The distance from Avilés Fort is not far.

It only takes two or three hours to ride a horse.

At this time, the five of them rode faster, and the stars were bright in the night, and it took them two hours to reach the castle.

Torches were lit on the city wall, and elite guards wearing chain mail were patrolling, and when they saw someone riding horses in the night, they did not panic, but a group of cavalry rode over to meet them.

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

Not to mention the attackers.

The elite guardsmen, who were well-trained, were on guard.

There was a helpless look on his face, to be honest, for them, they really wanted to have some fun by fighting.

However, the castle's defense still needs to be vigilant, Viscount Gibran is not a benevolent lord, although he is older, but the majesty he once left on the battlefield is getting stronger and stronger.

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 led by him shouted: "This is Avilésburg, the castle of Viscount Gibran, travelers who have come here, if you want to get close, you must tell your identity, otherwise we will attack!" ”

His words were certainly not a joke.

The cavalry that greeted them was also a well-trained knight squire.

The long swords and spears in their hands had already been picked up, and they looked vigilantly at the five guys who were on the horses, panting, glanced at each other, and lowered the weapons in their hands a few points.

No matter how you look at it, 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, he still stepped up and shouted: "We are the militia of Nari Village, this evening, a mercenary group came to our village to spend the night, we are afraid that something will happen, so we came to report!" ”

"Mercenary group?"

At the city gate, several captains of the guards also glanced at each other.

The village of Nari is indeed one of the several villages under the Avilés Castle, but it is also responsible for finding out the news for the castle on weekdays, but the so-called news is varied, and it all depends on the reaction of the villagers.

It's just that I'm here to report now, so anxious, I guess there is indeed a situation.

I noticed that there was a difference.

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

"Keep up!"

The cavalry who had gone out let the five militiamen approach the castle.

However, the main entrance of the castle was still closed, except for a shed at the bottom, which was the dwelling of the night guards stationed outside the castle at night, and now there were more than a dozen guards standing with spears in their hands, watching them cautiously.

After a few carvings, a crack opened in the city gate.

The captain of the guard walked out.

"Master Knight!"

The five militiamen hurriedly said hello.

"Hmm." The captain of the guard was indeed a knight, but he just looked at them with a frown and asked, "What's the matter, isn't it normal for the mercenary group to spend the night in your village, why did they panic like this?" ”