Lord of the Oasis

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Kant led the trek in the desert of Nalun.

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

All benefited from the camel team of 30 dromedaries.

There is no need to carry a lot of materials and water in person, and the relaxed horses are also walking fast at the top of the sand dunes, plus plenty of water and feed, and linen robes that can be shaded. These horses are quite spiritual after a day of trekking.

Soon, they turned over the layers of sand dunes and saw the post in the original sand.

It was already dark.

The dazzling starlight and moonlight can't block the light rising from the station.

From the sentry oasis to the Jianshi Pass, only the post here can provide accommodation and supplement important drinking water, which was an important part of Kant's original arrangement, and now it has also played a great role.

Immediately lead the camel and cavalry past.

Ten Swadian militiamen responsible for guarding here have already discovered the cavalry squad coming from the north.

Although the darkness is dark, it does not cover people's eyes.

With the hurried cries, these militiamen all carried heavy iron spears with iron on their fronts, wore iron-clad leather armour, and walked out with a large wooden shield, neatly arrayed in front of the post, but were not prepared to fight.

They are welcoming Kant and their arrival.

The camels and cavalry turned over the sand dunes, and the speed of coming over was not slow.

Kant Zema walked ahead.

These militiamen are very sharp-eyed. After all, as half-range shooters, their eyes are better.

Seeing Kant, I quickly walked forward a few steps and bowed respectfully to say hello: "If you see the greatest sun in the world, Lord Kant, we sincerely welcome you."

"Well." Kant smiled and nodded. "You don't have to be more polite."

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

"I think they are right." Manid also answered with a smile.

"Really." Kant smiled and shook his head.

Everyone loves to listen to flattery, but he is not cold.

How to say that the two worlds are human.

He still has resistance to flattery and flattering. He can't be treated as an ordinary 16-year-old aristocrat. Of course, he listens to these flattery occasionally to make him feel a little happy. He is still willing to accept it.

Seeing Kant chuckling, Manid shrugged: "It's not because of the presence here."

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

"I don't like it." Manid smiled helplessly: "Last time I came, they applied like me, hoping that there could be other militia members to replace them. It is better to form a shift instead of letting them 10 At this."

"We seem to be understaffed?" Kant raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, I explained it too," Manid said.

After a pause, he shook his head helplessly and smiled bitterly: "These militia are here, it is estimated that they will be maddened."

"It sounds sad."

Kant shook his head and smiled, looking at these anticipating militiamen, and said helplessly: "You continue to persevere, and when I return to the sentry oasis, someone will be arranged to replace you with your rotation."

"Long live!" The militiamen cheered immediately.

Kant also understands this.

Facing the vast sand sea, the entire post is only 10 of them.

There are no entertainment activities on weekdays, and there is no rich food to ease the growing turmoil. In addition to waiting in this dry caravan, there is a caravan passing by, hoping to learn something new, and then expect to be transferred from this post.

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

There is currently not much danger in the sentry oasis.

There is not much scope to control, even if there are some accidents caused by low-level jackals, those newly recruited 120 desert robbers can be dealt with within three weeks, and the effect is much better than these militia.

"This is also a hassle."

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

The next step is to develop a strategic decision for the Sanwaya Mountains, allowing the troops to take these 10 militiamen into the depths of the mountains to go through several battles, and upgrade to a higher level of arms, so that it is convenient to include other troops.

With an idea, Kant was relieved.

Enter the post.

The cavalry and entourage peasants installed war horses and camels, and they all entered.

Not long after, the militiamen served hot food.

Pork barley porridge boiled, crispy toasted bread, chopped and fried cabbage with chopped antelope meat, and a boiled egg per person, quite a sumptuous supper.

It’s just done.

And it's easy to digest, which just relieves Kant of their trudge all day.

Even for Kant’s comfort, these militiamen even deliberately brought a bucket of bath water in the well and placed it in the room prepared for Kant after being heated, so that they could take a comfortable bath before going to bed.

Kant did not reject this.

As a feudal lord, his privilege cannot always serve the people.

Quickly finish supper.

Kant returned to the room alone.

For other cavalry and accompanying farmers, Manid was naturally responsible for resettlement.

The wooden tub for bathing was huge, Kant soaked in the hot water bath, and then came out after soaking up the fatigue on his body, wiped his body clean, and lay down on a soft bed to sleep.

Wool blankets cover the body, and the night's cold can't invade.

The cavalry and accompanying farmers also sleep in their rooms.

It is already a happy thing to be able to rest in bed after a tired journey in the desert.

No one picks.

No one complained.

When all the 10 militiamen were dispatched, they stood at the top of the post and at the door and sent their whistle for Kant to watch the night. They were all energetic. Although they knew that there would be no accidents around them, even low-level jackals were very few, but in order to For 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.

It was slightly noisy outside the room. It was the voices of the waking cavalrymen talking with the accompanying farmers, and Manid was arranging to supply fresh water and leaving some supplies, which was considered to be the food supply for this post.

When Kant came out, breakfast was served.

Not easy to digest porridge.

It's sliced ​​bread and grilled meat. As long as you eat this greasy breakfast, you will be able to boil directly to noon.

The militiamen are very caring.

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

Everything is well prepared.

"You are doing very well."

After Kant had breakfast, he nodded his praises at the busy militia.

This made the militia more happy.

Of course, Kant also understands their psychological thoughts and ponders for a moment, saying to them: "I will set up a new village in the Sanwaya Mountains, and there will be a lack of defensive force there. I think if you don’t mind, maybe you can Try it there, although there are dangers, but also opportunities."

"We are willing!" The militia nodded.

The danger is not what they care about.

Because danger is often accompanied by opportunities, as Kant said, if they go to a new village in the Sanwaya Mountains, they may be lucky, able to gain a lot of experience and upgrade to a more advanced arm.

This is also their lifelong wish.

Inaction, but not the pursuit of Swadians!

After a few more words, Kant led the team again.

Maned was with the camel in the rear, while the 40 Sarand riders rode the Sarand horse to defend around. For the next day or so, they would have to rely on their real trek, there would be no The post appeared, providing them with accommodation and supplies.

This post station represents half of the journey.

As long as they support another day, they can reach the Jianshi Pass.

Having exchanged several times, I already have experience.

Time passed slowly, the sun was slanting west.

At dusk.

The Sunwaya Mountains at the horizon finally showed all the outlines. The majestic shapes were layered. I don’t know how many mountains and canyons were hidden in it. With the supreme power that can stop the erosion of the desert, it blessed the Principality of the Lion.

The Sunwaya Mountains are also known as the shields of the Principality of Lions.

This is why.

Kant led the team to speed up the pace.

I quickly found a sharp canyon like a knife, and the cliffs on both sides were quite smooth. At the deepest point, near the North County, it was the Jianshi Pass ~www.readwn.com~ which firmly blocked the desert of Naron and the Principality of the Lion Contact, vital throat fortress.

The canyon seems to have been cleared.

The messy trees and mounds have disappeared.

What appeared before was the dirt road that was barely able to travel with the carriage.

Needless to guess, this is definitely Baron Dylan. In order to ensure that Kant's caravan can quickly pass through the canyon and enter the Hard Rock Pass, the dirt road was built.

It was done by recruiting militiamen, and there was no cost.

"Intentional."

Kant Zema moved forward with a slight smile on his face.

"Maybe." Manid shrugged.

Both people understand that this road can be used as a help for caravans and also as a channel for troops.

Now that this road has been built, it may be necessary to send people, or follow Kant to return to the sentry oasis, or explore the natural salt mines that may exist, and record them on the map for later use.

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

He will never underestimate the greed of the nobles.

Soon, they came to the north gate of Jianshi Pass.

Kant looked up and saw that there were more than 20 conscripted militiamen standing on it. It was much better to do the security work than when he first came, but when they found out that such a large number of troops were coming, they were still a little flustered.

But it was quickly stabilized.

In chain mail, a middle-aged man dressed as a knight appeared in the city.

Seeing Kant and Manid, his face was still expressionless, and only the Sarand rider who swept the 40 people finally narrowed his eyes, with some kind of repressed shock.

He could see that under the linen robes of the cavalry were pure armor.

Because the boots that step on the stirrup are all chain armor boots.

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