Lord of the Oasis

The Reston Ranger on the top floor had already discovered Kant.

Before reaching the city gate, Fatiz brought the Svaldia heavy cavalry to greet him.

50 heavy cavalrymen on standby, even with their horses are heavy armor, even if it is covered with a layer of linen cloth to block the nail plate of the burning sun, the horseshoe shakes the sand layer, and the sand splashes at every step The grain and the appearance of shallow pits are all terrifying.

Known as the best defense and the strongest group 4 cavalry, this reputation is not in vain.

"Master Kant, welcome back triumphantly."

Under the leadership of Fatiz, everyone respectfully greeted Kant.

"Well." Although Kant was tired, he nodded with energy.

From the start to the salt mine, after fighting, it took two days and two nights to return. It was indeed very difficult.

Turning his head to look at the afternoon when it was approaching dusk, although the sun was not as hot as noon, he could still make him sweat, Kant beckoned and said: "Go and prepare food and water, don't forget to add some fresh forage to the horses. "

"Adult, you are all ready." Fatiz replied, he was very complete.

"Very good." Kant expressed satisfaction with this.

"This is what I should do."

Fatiz bowed his head respectfully, and his excellent qualities did not make him proud.

At the same time, he turned his head and looked at the low-lying skinny skinny jackals who were tied up, but their brows were slightly wrinkled, and the tone was slightly apologetic: "Adult, I don't know that there are so many captives, so Their food and water need to return to the fortress before they can continue to prepare."

"Don't care," Kant answered.

These jackals are extremely patient, and at this time, they will never die.

For the sake of insurance, the two days and two nights after his return, Kant ordered that the food and water to be given to these captives are only a handful, and they can only maintain the most basic needs. It is obviously impossible to become full and energetic.

Was surrounded by the oasis of sentry.

Manid and the merchant leaders, as well as the infantry stationed, also came to the gate and waited respectfully.

And the peasants who were still busy, heard the lord's triumphant return, all threw down the work in their hands, rushed to the city gate, stood behind the soldiers, cheered and welcomed.

Kant Zema entered the fortress.

With a smile on his face, although this is just the situation, his soldiers and peasants celebrated, but from the heart.

The vanity suddenly filled his chest, making him slightly intoxicated.

Kant sighed in his heart: "No wonder the superiors like to greet, this feeling is really different."

Not only is it different, the vanity bursts, it almost makes people lose their heads, makes the once savvy monarch mediocre, makes the warlike generals proud, and many people are destroyed by these vanities.

Kant naturally understood this truth and calmed down quickly.

It is not that his own reason is too strong.

It was the current scene of "Drechem" that made him wake up instantly.

There are not enough military buildings, the walls are not high, there are no arrow towers and sentry towers, and there are no towers or weapon workshops. There are no military camps where soldiers are stationed to rest. At night, they can only sleep in tents lit by campfires at night.

There is a lack of houses. The few houses can only let 50 peasants sleep at night.

The 200 farmers must also sleep in tents.

It seems that the sentry oasis is surrounded by the city walls, the soldiers are stationed, and the city is well-organized, but in fact, compared with the most backward North County in the Principality of the Lions, the most remote Rocky Pass is environmentally stronger than here.

Turning over and dismounting, the Swadia infantry immediately came over to take the reins.

Kant also asked: "Feed more water."

"Understood." The infantry nodded and led the warhorse towards the temporarily built stable.

The horses that traveled with him were comparable to camels.

The camel is known as the desert boat. It is fully replenished before leaving. Nothing will happen for two days without eating or drinking.

More elaborate war horses can't be done.

These three days back and forth, let Kant this new replacement, from the military horses carefully cultivated in the Kingdom of Swadia, visible thinner circles, without the spirit before the journey, obviously this trip to the desert Make it tired too.

The Sarande horse of the Sarande rider, the elite desert horse of the desert robber, is also quite tired.

Desert trekking consumes three times more physical energy than the plains.

The loose sand layer is pulled in and pulled out, which is physical exertion, and it is so at every step. Compared with the down-to-earth plain stone road or dirt road, these sands can be difficult to parry.

This is another reason why cavalry riding camels in the desert is better than cavalry.

Return to the ruling hall.

After Kant sat down, the peasants and peasants who served as servants also quickly brought up all kinds of food.

But still the same.

Stew lamb, toast, grilled sausage, cabbage soup.

But to Kant's surprise, the toast also had a layer of reddish brown syrup. It seemed that the honey and date sugar lumps were melted and coated on top. The bite was crispy and sweet, and it was also served with stewed lamb with sugar lumps. A little bit more delicious.

This is not a dark dish.

I am used to eating salty and hard roasted air-dried meat and grilled sausages. These sweet foods are more appetizing.

It's just a small amount.

Just like the meal at the King's Banquet, it is famous for its exquisiteness and small quantity.

Kant had eaten these sweet foods in two bites. He still grumbled in his stomach and shook his head helplessly. He asked the peasant women who were waiting next to him, "Is there any other food?"

"Yes." The peasant women's chubby faces quickly smiled: "Working in the kitchen."

"Since there is, then quickly serve food." Kant nodded and urged.

These are the 50 peasant women. The women from the Kingdom of Swadia are all around 30 years old. Just like the farmers, they are quite healthy, strong and strong, and there is no problem in plowing the fields.

Standard Swadia women, not girls who are charming in the city, are useless except for being pretty.

Soon, subsequent meals were served.

The peasant woman twisted the waist of the bucket. Her two thick legs were moving very fast. It was comparable to the arm of Kant's thigh. She also carried a dinner plate and came over to put down the food. It was two silver plates.

"Sir, this is fried fresh antelope tenderloin and fried eggs."

With a smile on his fat face, the peasant woman said with self-satisfaction: "My lord, I made it myself."

"Oh, great." Kant bowed his head and took the knife and fork silently.

tasty.

The fried tenderloin is sprinkled with a little spice and salt, and the heat of the frying is also good. It is also sprinkled with a sauce made of honey and cabbage. The overall mix is ​​perfect. Compared with the original roasting or stewing, the taste is not a level.

The fried eggs next to it are the same. Although they are ordinary poached eggs, they are as good as Kang De to Kant.

Peasants and farmers are still waiting to be served.

Kant ate quickly, enjoying the relaxation and coziness of his return.

Because he was eating delicious food, he also brought a pleasant feeling in his head, which made him unable to control his thoughts.

If this is the book, perhaps readers who are looking forward to women will love these peasant women very much. Not only can they marry back, but they can also help with housework. If they are bullied, they can use the kitchen knife as a bodyguard.

"Well, they certainly like it if they don't have a girlfriend." Kant thought silently.

After quickly eating the food, Kant exhaled with satisfaction.

These fried foods are much better than coarse fire-baked foods.

The peasant woman at the side also thoughtfully brought a cup of date powder with hot water, which is a drink after meals, and can also be consumed like tea. The date is very strong and the taste is still good.

Compared with those rough-handed peasants, peasant women are obviously more likely to serve others.

The fatigue of the journey is a little slow.

Kant wiped the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief and commanded, "Get it all done."

"Yes, sir." The peasants and women came over and immediately began to put away their dishes, ready to get them to wash.

Kant got up and walked out of the ruling hall.

The smell of the food outside is very strong, just on the street, the tables and chairs are spliced ​​together, and the food is piled on it.

The Salanders are eating with great excitement. Obviously, the lamb fried with fat is more delicious than the roasted dried meat and sausage. They have eaten enough on the way.

Manid's arrangement is also very appropriate.

Seeing Kant come out, he quickly came over with the caravan leader to say hello: "I hope the food will meet your appetite."

"Very good." Kant nodded with satisfaction: "The food is also fried."

Grease should be purchased by this caravan leader, after all, only his caravan has this kind of supplies.

Seemingly aware of Kant's ideas, the caravan leader shook his head with a wry smile: "Adult, Mr. Manid, did not buy oil from me, just bought a lot of food and linen."

"Huh?" Kant was curious.

"Those desert antelopes are very fat and the goat oil is extracted from fat."

Manid replied with a smile: "Although there is a bit of smell, but after being covered by honey and spices ~www.readwn.com~ fried food tastes good, it is much stronger than simple baked food."

"Good job." Kant couldn't help complimenting.

The price of canister oil in the caravan is 500 dinars.

This is the oil that Caldaia made after slaughtering the fattest pigs. Even Kant felt expensive about it. He felt distressed just to improve the food.

You have to know that the weekly maintenance cost of 50 desert robbers is only 800 dinars.

Of course, Kant is not short of money now.

Turned his head and smiled at the caravan leader: "I have more than 300 jackal captives here. I can't wait to see those lovely dinars reappearing in my hands."

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