Kant led a trek through the Naren Desert.

However, this time the journey was much easier than it was at the beginning.

All thanks to a caravan of 30 dromedary.

There was no need to carry a lot of supplies and water in person, and the horses that felt relaxed also walked fast on the top of the dunes, plus plenty of water and fodder, plus linen robes to provide shade, these horses were quite energetic after a day's trek.

Soon, they climbed over the layers of sand dunes and saw the original post station in the sand plain.

It's getting dark.

The bright starlight and moonlight could not stop the light rising at the post station.

From the sentry oasis to the Solid Stone Pass, only the post station here can provide accommodation and replenish important drinking water, which is an important part of Kant's original arrangement, and now it also plays a great role.

Immediately lead the caravan and cavalry over.

The 10 Swadia militiamen who were in charge of guarding the area had already spotted the cavalry coming from the north.

The night was dark, but it didn't obscure people's eyes.

With the rapid shouting, these militiamen all came out with heavy spears covered with iron at the front, wearing iron-inlaid armor, and holding large wooden shields, and lined up in front of the post gate, but they were not ready for battle.

They were welcoming Kant for their arrival.

And the caravan and cavalry climbed down the dunes, and they were not slow to come.

Kant Zema was ahead.

These militiamen are very sharp-eyed, after all, as half a long-range shooter, their eyes are better.

Seeing Kant, he hurriedly walked forward a few steps, bowed respectfully and saluted: "Seeing you is like seeing the greatest sun in the world, Lord Kant, we sincerely welcome your arrival." ”

"Hmm." Kant smiled and nodded: "No need to be polite. ”

At the same time, he turned over and dismounted, looked at the 10 militiamen, shook his head slightly, and asked Manid next to him: "When did I have the impression that these 10 simple militiamen became so fond of flattering me." ”

"I think they're right." Manid replied with a smile.

"Yes." Kant smiled and shook his head.

Everyone loves to listen to flattery, but he is not interested in it.

How to say that it is also a human being in two lives.

For flattery and sycophancy, he still has the ability to resist, and he can't be regarded as an ordinary 16-year-old aristocratic young master, of course, he is still willing to accept these flattering words occasionally to make him feel a little happy.

Seeing Kant chuckling, Manid shrugged: "It's not because of the reason why I'm stationed here. ”

"They don't like it?" Kant nodded slightly intriguingly.

"I don't like it very much." Manid smiled helplessly: "The last time I came, they asked for it like me, hoping that there could be other militia to replace them, and it was better to form a rotation on duty, rather than let 10 people be here all the time." ”

"We don't seem to have enough troops, do we?" Kant raised an eyebrow.

"That's right, I explained." Manid Road.

After a pause, he still shook his head helplessly and said with a wry smile: "These militiamen are here, and they are probably about to be suffocated." ”

"It sounds a little sad."

Kant shook his head and chuckled, looking at these expectant militiamen, and said helplessly: "You continue to insist, and when I return to the sentry oasis, I will arrange someone to replace you on duty." ”

"Hooray!" The militiamen burst into cheers.

Kant understood this.

Facing the vast sea of sand, there were only 10 of them in the entire post station.

There was no entertainment on weekdays, and there was no abundant food to relieve the growing restlessness, except for the caravan passing by in the dry waiting, hoping to learn something new, and then hoping to be transferred out of this inn.

But for Kant, these 10 militiamen really don't have a very good mobilization area.

There is not much danger in the sentry oasis at the moment.

There isn't much to control, and even if there is a few accidents caused by low-level gnolls, those 120 newly recruited desert bandits can be dealt with in 3 weeks, which is much more effective than these militias.

"It's a nuisance, too."

Kant shook his head, but after thinking about it, it was not difficult to solve.

The next step was to develop the strategic decision of the Sanwaya Mountains, so that the troops would take the 10 militia into the depths of the mountains to go through several battles, and upgrade to a more advanced unit, so that it would be convenient to integrate into other units.

With an idea, Kant felt a lot more at ease.

Enter the station.

The cavalry and the accompanying peasants, who had set up their horses and camels, all entered.

After a while, the militiamen served hot food.

Boiled barley porridge, baked crispy bread, chopped fried cabbage with chopped antelope meat, and a boiled egg per person, a hearty late-night snack.

It's all just done.

And it's easy to digest, just enough to relieve the pain of Kant's day's journey.

Even for the sake of Kant's comfort, these militiamen specially brought a bucket of bath water from the well, heated it and placed it in the room prepared for Kant, so that he could take a comfortable bath before going to bed.

Kant did not refuse.

As a feudal lord, his privilege could not always be to serve the people.

Finish a quick late-night snack.

Kant went back to his room alone.

For the rest of the cavalry and the accompanying peasants, Manid was naturally in charge of the placement.

The wooden barrel for bathing was huge, and Kant soaked in it and took a beautiful hot bath, soaked away the fatigue of his body before coming out, wiped his body clean, and then lay down on the soft bed and fell asleep.

The wool blanket covers the body, and the cold of the night cannot invade.

The cavalrymen and the accompanying peasants also slept in their respective rooms.

Being able to rest in bed after a tiring trek in the desert is already a happy thing.

No one picks on the thorns.

No one complained.

All 10 militiamen were dispatched, standing at the top of the post station and at the door, guarding the night for Kant and them, all of them were in good spirits, although they knew that there would be no accidents around them at all, and even low-level jackals were very few, but for the sake of safety, they still maintained the greatest vigilance.

Nothing happened overnight.

The next day, at dawn.

Kant, who has formed a biological clock, wakes up automatically.

There was a slight noise outside the room, the sound of the waking horsemen talking with the accompanying peasants, and Manid arranging for the supply of fresh water, as well as leaving some supplies for the food supply of the station.

When Kant came out, breakfast was served.

Not an easy-to-digest oatmeal.

Instead, sliced bread and grilled meat, as long as you have enough for this greasy breakfast, then you can stay up straight to noon.

The militia is very caring.

Even the 40 horses outside and 30 dromedaries helped to feed the feed first.

Everything was very well prepared.

"You're doing a great job."

Kant finished his breakfast and nodded in praise of the militiamen, who were still busy.

This made the militiamen even more happy.

Of course, Kant also understood what they were thinking, and after a moment of silence, he said to them: "I will set up a new village in the Sanwaya Mountains, where there will be no defenses, and I think if you don't mind, maybe you can go there and try it, although there is danger, but there is also opportunity." ”

"We do!" The militiamen nodded their heads.

Danger is not something they care about.

Because danger often comes with opportunity, and as Kant said, if they go to a new village in the Sanwaya Mountains, they may be lucky enough to gain a lot of experience and upgrade to a higher class.

This is also their lifelong wish.

Doing nothing is not what the Swadians are pursuing!

After a few more words, Kant led the team back on.

Manid was in the rear with the caravan, while the 40 Salander riders, riding on Salander's horses, were on the defensive side, and for the rest of the day or so it was up to them to make a real trek, and there would be no caravanserais, to provide them with lodging and supplies.

This post station represents more than half of the journey.

As long as they hold on for another day, they will be able to reach the Solid Rock Pass.

I have been back and forth several times, and I have already gained experience.

Time passed slowly, and the sun set in the west.

At dusk.

The Sanwaya Mountains on the horizon finally revealed their full outline, and the majestic appearance was layered on top of each other, and I don't know how many mountains and valleys were hidden in it, with the supreme power that can stop the erosion of the desert, and blessed the Lion Principality.

The Sanwaya Mountains are also known as the shield of the Duchy of Lion.

That's exactly why.

Kant led the team to speed up the advance.

Soon they found a knife-like canyon, the cliffs on both sides were quite smooth, and at the deepest point near the northern county, there was a solid stone pass, which firmly blocked the connection between the Narun Desert and the Lion Principality, a vital choke point.

The canyon appears to have been cleaned up.

The clutter of trees and mounds of dirt is gone.

In front of him, there was a dirt road that could barely walk with a carriage.

You don't have to guess to know that this must be the dirt road built by Baron Dylan, in order to ensure that Kant's caravan can quickly pass through the canyon and enter the rocky pass.

It's all done by conscripting the militia, and it doesn't cost much.

"I have a heart."

Kant rode forward, a slight smile on his face.

"Perhaps." Manid shrugged.

Both understood that this path could be a boost for the caravan and also a passage for the troops.

Now that this road has been built, it may be necessary to send people, either explicitly or covertly, to follow Kant back to the Sentry Oasis and explore the possible existence of natural salt mines, and record them on the map for later use.

With Kant's knowledge of this Baron Dylan, he certainly knew that this would be true!

He would never underestimate the greed of the nobility.

Soon, they came to the northern gate of the Solid Stone Pass.

Kant looked up and saw that there were more than 20 conscripted militiamen standing on it, much better than when they first arrived, but when they found out that such a large number of troops had arrived, they were still a little panicked.

But it was quickly stabilized.

A middle-aged man dressed as a knight in chain mail appeared at the head of the city.

Seeing that it was Kant and Manid, their faces were still expressionless, and only the Salande riders who swept over the 40 people finally narrowed their eyes with a certain suppressed shock.

He could see that under the linen robes of those cavalrymen, they were all pure iron armor.

Because the boots that stepped on the stirrups were chainmail boots.

PS: The third watch, uh, there are two more below!