Facing the young man whose blood was mobilized, Dean didn't wait again, and shouted straight out-

"Siren!"

"Here, Captain!"

The young militia captain replied loudly and stood up.

"Lead your squad to the outpost I was stationed at - this is the closest point to the bandits and the Tyr Territory, and if they want to retreat into the snowy forest, it will be the way to go! Remember, your mission is only to arm and report back as soon as you see you! ”

"Yes, Captain!"

After the young militia captain gave a not-so-standard military salute, he stepped aside at Dean's signal, and then, Dean's eyes looked at Ike, and he said, "Although those swords have been maintained before, if you want to really fight, these swords are still a little worse; What's more, you're good at bows and arrows, right? ”

The young people, including the two militia captains, all nodded subconsciously.

Ike, who had been staring at Dean, said with some embarrassment: "But we don't have any bows and arrows in our warehouse?" ”

"There isn't one there, but there is one in Tyre, and as the hunter town of Tyre, every household will have a hidden bow!"

As these words came out, the young people in the hall were stunned - it was clear that they had something bad in mind.

Using some excuses to forcibly confiscate commoners' belongings is too common for nobles, although Baron Tyre has never done it, but several barons around him often do such things, and the young people living in Tyre have naturally heard of it.

What's more, this time it was the bow and arrow that was confiscated - for the hunter's family, the bow and arrow were the foundation of survival, and everyone knew it.

Unless it was at the last minute, no hunter would take out his bow and arrow as collateral.

Suddenly, the atmosphere in the entire hall was suffocated, as if it was about to freeze.

However, Dean would not give these young people a chance to think about it, so he took out a money bag and threw it at the thin militia captain: "There are twenty Kimptons here, and fifteen of them are enough for you to buy a batch of bows and arrows to equip everyone!" The remaining five will require you to buy a lot of food, and when you leave the barracks, there will be no more food at that outpost! ”

The young people, who had thought that Dean had some bad intentions, bowed their heads in shame at this time, and the thin militia captain was even more flushed, while the other militia captain looked at Dean excitedly—obviously, he did not expect that Dean would think specifically about their food.

In fact, in Xilun's heart, it would be the best thing if they could bring the food left over from this celebration banquet as dry food when they could deploy this defense.

However, his natural way was that this was a luxury, and the greatest possibility was the dry food of the barracks kitchen, which was a mixture of hard rye, buckwheat, and some wild herbs, which they ate for most of the barracks; Even if you use a fire, after you have heated it, it is like gnawing on a dry clod of soil.

As for re-buying?

Such a thing is no longer an extravagant hope, and Siren doesn't even dare to think about it.

But even things that I couldn't think of have come true like this.

Looking at the young man who was sitting there and continuing to assign the tasks of the remaining people, Siren had an inexplicable feeling for the first time - I really wish that Lord Dean could always sit here and be our leader.

Undoubtedly, this feeling is definitely not only for Silen alone, but also for the young people who went to garrison to look at Dean excitedly.

As for the former regiment commander Potts?

Nature is better to never come back.

Dean didn't know what the young people were saying, but looking at the expressions of these young people, Dean could guess a thing or two.

And that's exactly what he needs—to want these young people under his command at one time, even if these people are simple, no matter how simple they are, it is impossible to do so.

In addition to the accumulated time, it is natural to experience such a combination of grace and power again and again.

Of course, for these simple young people in front of them, 'En' is undoubtedly more important - the hunters' longbows, although also called longbows, are different from the longbows provided by Rumen, but a simplified version, after all, the hunters' longbows are all made by themselves.

Although it is not bad, it is impossible to reach the level of a real bowmaker, and in addition to the materials, it is more about the craftsmanship.

As a result, the hunters' longbows were worth several times less than those of the real bow makers.

Normally, a longbow of good quality, but from an unrenowned bowmaker, is at most six or seven silver horns.

Often, the price of a longbow made by an unknown bow maker is two or three times higher than that of a hunter's zuò'.

Therefore, fifteen Kimptons, a full hundred and fifty silver horns, and want to buy about thirty hunter-made 'longbows', is really more than enough, or even more than double.

"Regiment, regimental commander, this is too much, if you buy bows and arrows, half of it will be about the same!"

The thin militia captain took the money bag in his hand, as if it was extremely hot, handed it to Dean, and stammered to Dean.

"Then you can choose a longbow of sufficient value for me, and enough bows and arrows, remember, these are your own weapons, and you must not be careless, because your lives are at stake - now, Captain Ike, I command you to lead enough men to go and buy bows and arrows, can you do it?"

Dean didn't take the money bag at all, he looked at the thin militia captain in front of him, and said very solemnly.

"Yes!"

The emaciated militia captain replied loudly, and then, under Dean's gaze, he ordered six of his companions, turned and walked out of the barracks.

"Siren!"

Dean shouted.

"Here!"

The remaining militia captains immediately replied in a loud voice.

"Before Ike returns, you lead your men to start resting and swap those on duty with auxiliaries!"

Dean commanded.

"Yes, Captain!"

The militia captain saluted again, and then turned to leave.

Compared with before, this military salute is undoubtedly more standard.

……

As the evening sun set, the snow on both sides of the road in front of the barracks was stained red, Ike returned to the barracks with six of his companions.

Not only did they bring back enough longbows and arrows for thirty men, but they also had enough food to eat, so much so that as soon as the six able-bodied young men returned to the barracks, they collapsed on the floor of the hall from exhaustion, panting and needing the help of others to take off their belongings.

Siren was the first to run over, pulling out one of the longbows and several arrows and handing them to Dean.

Holding the longbow and arrows handed by his subordinates, Dean was sure that this was definitely the best longbow and arrow in the hunter's hands, although there were no arrows and bow tires made of pure steel, but they were all made of tough and high-quality birch wood - and this was definitely not a simple matter, at least from the initial selection of materials to oil soaking, to drying and other processes, it would take nearly a year, plus the subsequent maintenance of the bowstring and longbow, this time and energy would take even more.

Undoubtedly, the thin militia captain was doing this very carefully.

Not only did Kimpton make it worth the money, but he even produced some of it, and the part that came out was naturally the result of the efforts of Ike and the others.

After all, there are some things that money can't buy.

It's like the birch bow in his hand, which is definitely a weapon and survival tool that every hunter can't put down, without a trace of relationship, no matter how much Kimpton spends, it's just a waste of effort - don't underestimate the stubbornness of the mountain people, and as the representative of the mountain people, the Tyr Leader is even more so.

"Ike, well done!"

As Dean spoke, he took out three Kimptons and put them in the hands of the thin militia captain - in the face of meritorious subordinates, Dean would never be stingy with rewards, not to mention, these longbows in his hands were worth making up for the difference, Dean checked it again, and was very sure.

What's more, letting his subordinates 'make up' the difference for him, Dean can't be at ease.

"Regiment, regimental commander, this, this ......"

The militia captain, who was slumped on the floor, immediately jumped up and looked at Kimpton in his hands at a loss.

"One of them is a reward for you and the six people who completed the task this time, as for how to distribute it, it depends on yours!" Dean sat back in his seat, then pointed to his eyes and said, "The rest is the difference in the price of these longbows - I don't want to be mistaken for what I'm doing for my own selfish motives!" ”

"Everyone is voluntary, and the Kimpton you gave before is enough, Captain......"

The emaciated militia captain struggled to explain.

"We all know these things, but what about the others? Some of my enemies, in particular, don't mind splashing me with dirty water and making it a stain on my life! ”

Dean drew the two sides closer, and, meaningfully, to integrate himself into a group, to establish mutual interests, and the appearance of an imaginary enemy who wanted to compete for those interests, would undoubtedly bring them closer together.

Although it is not good to use such means in the face of some simple young people, if he wants to gather this team around him in a short time, Dean has to use some means.

"Siren, now pick up the right bow and arrows and enough food, then, grab your spears, and start encamping at the outpost—every other day, I need to know the news there, and you can take two horses with you in preparation for the message!" Remember, I just need to arm and monitor, not fight! ”

Dean admonished again.

"Yes, Captain!"

Siren replied loudly, and began to prepare with his team, and Ike and the others on the side also began to help their companions and friends prepare, and from time to time sent some words of blessing - as if they were recruits who were entering the battlefield for the first time, even if their mission seemed very simple.

Dean who was sitting in the chair slowly moved his gaze, and when he saw the sky outside the door dyed red by the setting sun, like a blood-like cloud, he couldn't help but silently think: "Bloody battle...... It's going to last a long time! ”

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