The peasants stood in high spirits.

"Good."

Kant nodded in satisfaction.

These 50 Swadia peasants will be the population base of the village of "Dehrim".

In the future, they will be the main force.

This is not a game, Kant only needs to fight with his soldiers, and he also needs a certain number of peasants to help him take care of the village, so that the village with only one consul will become bigger and stronger.

Similarly, these 50 Swadia farmers have also solved the current safety hazards.

The 20 cavalrymen of the Duchy of Lion have left, causing great concern for Kant and the current sentry oasis.

The escaped gnolls will not rest on their laurels, and may gather at any time to fight back and rob them of the oasis where they once lived, and engage in a fierce military conflict with Kant.

After all, the sentry oasis is still at the forefront of danger.

With only 10 Swadia militiamen and 20 Swadia recruits, it is too much to do.

The participation of these farmers greatly alleviates this threat.

At the very least, they were armed with long-handled scythes to form a tight array, and it was undoubtedly a bit whimsical for those gnolls who didn't even have much iron to break through their defenses.

"There is still a need for development." Kant had a calculation in his heart.

According to the system interface, the current village is only a rudimentary building, the Consulate.

Other buildings, such as houses, fences, imitations, watchtowers, and wells, require money and time to be built, just as cumbersome as the actual construction.

This made Kant helpless.

Money and time are exactly what he needs most.

First of all, the gnoll will not give him this time.

What's more, his funds are currently only 1,000 dinars obtained after the completion of the main quest of building a village.

There was one point that Kant regretted.

It's the currency of this world, whether it's a small silver coin, a large silver coin, or a more expensive gold coin.

None of them can be converted to the dinars required by the system.

"There's a long way to go."

Kant couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly.

………………

The bright moonlight shrouded the land.

In the desert, the effect of vegetation temperature control has been lost, and the slightest chill has begun to appear.

The night was dark.

The sentry oasis is still in full swing.

A camping camp of 80 people is no small feat.

At present, the only consul hall, although it is a two-story stone building, but the overall area is not large, at most more than 500 square meters, which is equivalent to a single villa in China.

If you want to squeeze in 80 people, it's obviously impossible.

Kant had other arrangements.

Thirty soldiers entered the hall to rest, while 50 peasants pitched tents around the hall.

In the three carriages, Kant brought a lot of living materials.

Including a larger multi-person tent and a sweater to keep out the cold, it was more than enough for the 50 farmers to survive the night.

In this arrangement, there is also Kant's reasoning.

Or rather, the trade-off.

In any case, 10 Swadia militia and 20 Swadia recruits belong to the main combat force that Kant currently has, and the loss of even one of them will make him feel heartache.

This has a bearing on the building of the armed forces in the future, and it is absolutely impossible to treat it as a consumable item at will.

And on duty at night, it is also dominated by these 30 soldiers.

Therefore, they need to rest better to cope with crises that may arise at any time.

The 50 peasants outside the ruling hall, because of their numerical superiority, can quickly assemble under the reminder of the soldiers on duty to form a dense array to protect themselves even if they encounter danger, and there will be no large casualties.

Reality, often very cruel.

The so-called protection is sometimes a woman's kindness.

Kant was not pedantic.

On the contrary, he understands the concept of value and knows how to exchange the least price for higher returns.

"Alright, let's all move faster!"

Kant urged that the tent be set up earlier, so as to avoid long nights and dreams.

At the same time, several bonfires were lit, fueled by the tents and wood of these gnolls, and they burned brightly, releasing a stream of heat that dispelled the chill of the night.

The camp next to the sentry oasis is basically still almost set up.

A militiaman walked quickly and reported to Kant, "Your lord, your room has been cleaned up. ”

"Got it." Kant nodded.

His room was on the second floor of the Consulate Hall and was protected by 10 Swadia militiamen, and in the hall downstairs, 20 Swadian recruits were also preparing to ensure Kant's infallibility.

People from the system themselves exist with the existence of Kant.

So in terms of loyalty, it's completely reassuring.

Looking at the bright galaxy in the sky, a chill also sent chills around Kant's body.

"Be careful."

As he spoke, Kant walked towards the Consulate.

Walking up the stairs in the corner of the living room to the second floor, Kant's room was in the innermost part, already cleaned up by the militia.

The room was by the window, right next to the pond

Kant looked up, and the soft light of the night spread over the pond, sparkling with the wind blowing the water, a beautiful scenery that intoxicated him.

Kant couldn't help but exclaim: "This is beautiful. ”

It was the first time he had come to the Naren Desert to enjoy such a breathtaking view.

Unlike the rugged desert, this is a soft beauty.

But he quickly gathered his mind and looked at his room.

Kant knew that he would probably have to live here for a long time in the future.

The space of about 10 square meters, with wooden beds and wardrobes made of wood, as well as tables and chairs with the same rough workmanship, is generally simple and cramped, just the decoration of ordinary people.

The bed was a single bed with linen mats and quilts sewn with wool and cotton.

Standard Svadia Kingdom style.

Although the room looks simple, it is neatly clean.

The main thing is that there is no odor.

"Very good."

Kant was satisfied with this, and it was much better to sleep in a protected room and a comfortable wooden bed than in the shallow pits that had been hastily excavated outside, like a grave pit.

Although he is the young son of the duke, he is not incapacitated.

He untied the light crossbow and quiver on his back and placed them neatly on the table, and at the same time took off the linen robe used to protect him from the wind and sand, and hung it in the closet after a few beats.

However, Kant did not take off his shirt and trousers, and the dagger remained with him.

Even though there is a room next to the 10 Swadia militiamen, it is always good to be vigilant, at least to avoid any unexpected incidents that go unreacted and avoid scrambling.

Unfolding the quilt, Kant lay down on the bed and fell asleep.

It seems that after a long journey and another fight, Kant now sleeps soundly.

The crisp birdsong in his ears woke up his mind.

"Twitter."

Kant opened his eyes slightly, and slept a little drowsily.

By the window stood two unknown birds, like sparrows, but with a yellowish tint, chirping and beating, beating on the wooden windowsill with their small beaks.

The morning light shone through the window, and it was already dark.

"Hmm."

Kant lifted the quilt, and the Naren desert was still a little cold in the early morning.

But he knew that it wouldn't be long before the temperature would rise quickly to an unacceptably hot level.

Redressed, Kant stood by the bed and looked out.

The vast sea of sand spreads in the distance, and the earthy yellow appearance seems to swallow everything, and there is only a little pine green nearby, bringing a bit of stability and relaxation.

This is the sentry oasis.

The clear spring water reflects a faint light, and at a depth of half a meter, you can easily see the gravel and stones at the bottom.

Kant couldn't help but sigh: "This is really beautiful. ”

Yes, this oasis is like paradise compared to the Narun Desert.

A paradise that belongs to him.

With a slight frown, Kant also found that in this paradise, there is a lot of filth.

The gnolls' messy tents are still on both sides of the lake, including those perennial household garbage and even feces, all piled up indiscriminately, and there is no concept of hygiene at all.

It's a stain on the oasis!

However, to his relief, there are already farmers in Swadia sorting out the garbage.

After all, this is about to be the area where they live, and the messy garbage is piled up together, and these farmers who love cleanliness and neatness and advocate beautiful rural scenery can't stand it at all, and they are cleaning up spontaneously.

"Dangdangdang."

There was a knock on the door, and a voice came from outside: "My lord, breakfast has been made, do you want to eat it now?" ”

It's the Swadia militia from before.

"I'll go down and eat now." Kant responded.

Closing the window again, Kant walked out of the room, where a stout militiaman was waiting respectfully.

Kant asked, "What is breakfast?" ”

"Slices of bread, including a thick soup of dried meat stewed cabbage." This militia replied.

"Cabbage soup with dried meat?"

Kant was stunned, walked down the stairs, and wondered, "I don't remember that we had such a thing as cabbage." After a pause, Kant also seemed to think of something: "The cabbage in the consulium?" ”

"Yes."

This Swadiya militiaman nodded: "The pantry has 500 servings of bread, 250 servings of air-dried meat, and 100 pieces of cabbage. ”

"So much?" Kant raised his eyebrows slightly.

These breads and air-dried meats, as well as cabbage, are counted in hundreds, which is indeed a huge amount.

But the militiaman hesitated for a moment and said, "It's only 10 days' amount." ”

Kant was stunned: "The amount of 10 days? ”

The militia nodded: "Yes, lord, we must find more food, otherwise we will run out of food in 10 days, and even if we save rations, we will only last about 15 days." ”

Outside the Consulate, the bushes on the sand were green.

But Kant lost his ornamental nature, frowned, and said, "How can you eat so much?" ”

Around, 50 Swadia farmers are leveling the oasis, sweeping up the trampled gnolls' tents, as well as garbage and excrement everywhere.

Ten Swadiya militiamen patrol with heavy spears covered in the front section.

On the surrounding sand dunes, 20 Swadia recruits had already dispersed to form a guard post.

"Okay."

Kant nodded, his face a little solemn: "The amount of food eaten by 80 people is indeed quite enough. ”

PS: The Salander Sultanate is too halal, I don't dare to write it! The Desert Risvadia Knights are also very strong, ahem, don't worry, desert bandits, I will arrange their upgrades to be Mamluks!