Knight of the Light

The servants poked at the wall and half-headed their eyes. Lehman stood under the wall and groaned and asked, "Stupid, what do you see? Come on, talk. Do you want to slay me down?"

The servants at the wall widened their eyes and stared at the movement in the barracks diagonally opposite. But no matter how long they watched, they didn't notice the confusion in the hope of their master.

One of the servants turned his head down, and said bitterly, "Master, the barbarian opposite is indeed fine. They were neither poisoned nor ran away."

"Stupid." Lehman couldn't bear his anger and stomped down the ladder on the wall. The ladder was tilted, and the servant above him screamed and fell, and even led the ladder to smash Lehman himself. The other slaves hurried to pull, and the screams were endless.

Lehman smashed Venus into the eye of the wooden ladder, and even jumped a few chickens to beat the servants. He was so angry that he lifted the fallen ladder up and climbed the wall to look at the barracks.

Coldwind was a military fortress against demons, and barracks were small fortresses in the city. It has no open doors, but has permanent fortifications. Hundreds of people were crowded at the gate of the fortifications, and they were lining up slowly.

It really doesn't look like a mess, but it's orderly.

"What about those people who sent food last night? They didn't say anything about it?" Lehman turned around and asked the servants on the escalator below.

Several slaves looked at each other and shook their heads. It took a while for someone to whisper: "Master, I sent some food to those barbarians last night. But things went in, but people didn't come out."

"Really did not come out?"

"It really didn't come out."

One question, several answers, the more we asked, the stranger it became.

Yesterday's slapstick duel made the deputy Lord Lord lose his face and damage the knights he subordinated. This kind of humiliation cannot be stopped. It wasn't dark, and Lehman's conspiracy came—I couldn't beat you, and I used the name of a long-legged family to poison.

This routine is simple, it will be worth mentioning after seeing it. But Lehman used this trick to deal with a few people, and it works just fine-the result is ‘meat buns hit dogs, go or not’.

In order to bring down all of Zhou Qingfeng's staff at once, His Excellency Lehman gave up a lot of capital. But the meat and meat were sent in without any reaction. He took time to send people to collect corpses in the middle of the night, but found that they were good in the barracks.

Next, Lehman sent people to confuse the hungry people into the barracks, and those who could be agitated were identified in the distance and shot and killed. Then he realized that he really kicked the iron plate and had to come and see for himself.

After seeing it, there was no clue whatsoever, but it messed up Lord Lehman's mind. He came down the ladder with a calm face and asked sharply, "The barbarians don't even have one to buy?"

The servants still shook their heads. "The gang of barbarians are indeed a little different. They don't come out when they enter the barracks, and they can't even see anyone outside. We want to send people close and be driven away, let alone buy."

This is a team that has never been heard before. Everywhere is different. Lehman has the mistake of 'mouse tortoise, no way to start'. He lived for so many years and encountered this disciplined army for the first time.

When they saw their masters, they would be ashamed and angry again, and the slaves quickly said, "It seems that the barbarians are recruiting artisans. We have sent people in. It won't be long before they set fire to them and they will surely burn them."

Listening to his men sending in, Lehman put the ladder up again and wanted to see what happened. At the entrance of the barracks dozens of meters away, a team of more than 100 people has entered the training ground one after another and is waiting for screening.

Cold Wind City does not have agriculture, and if you want to make money, you must rely on handicrafts. There are quite a lot of artisans in the city, and a lot of powerful people will raise a group. Without support, there is no way to solve the pots and pans in life.

But the Phils family of Banshee Fortress was stimulated by Zhou Qingfeng, and in order to force other city leaders to submit, they cut off the food supply of the resistance directly. This forced the forces of dissent to fall into a great dilemma, and also put the bottom of each city into a desperate situation.

Zhou Qingfeng ordered the artisans who contained the Cold Wind City, and the number of people coming in was far more than expected. Thousands of people appeared outside the barracks in one breath, all of them hungry with hungry fronts and backs.

So many people need relief, which is totally beyond the affordability of the harmonious village team. Wilson, the president of the craftsman, was happy and anxious. He was pleased that Zhou Qingfeng was willing to give food, but was afraid that the team was too large, and forced Zhou Qingfeng to stop containment.

Looking at more and more hungry people entering the barracks, Zhou Qingfeng was expressionless, and the faces of Luke and others were extremely ugly. Who hasn't been hungry this year? All have extremely painful memories of hunger. No one likes to send food out.

In order to survive, and to climb, no human face can be taken care of. Wilson was willing to be a dog in front of Zhou Qingfeng, but as soon as he turned his head, he gritted his teeth and called the backbone of the Craftsmen's Association. There was only one order ...

"Now food is life. Only Hugo can save us. But the kindness of Master Hugo can't be endless. So it's not the people in our craftsmen's association. It must not be accepted. Whoever dares to let people go, I will kill them first. he."

There is no need to explain this, everyone understands. Without Zhou Qingfeng's mobilization, the contained artisans organized themselves. They have their own set of criteria to determine who can get relief, and show no mercy to those who want to get confused.

The crowd entering the barracks training ground was quickly cleared of more than a hundred. They are either not members of the Artisans' Association, they are considered technically inadequate, or they simply have a personal grudge.

The craftsmen who confirmed that they could stay naturally relieved, and immediately turned around and expelled those who were not recognized. When the disputes began, Wilson even borrowed weapons from armed civilians, and he was expelled by force without hesitation.

Seeing blood quickly on the training ground, begging cries rang out. Zhou Qingfeng stood on the sidelines and turned a blind eye. He invited Wilson at most and whispered: "Young women and children can stay, but they must be supervised.

In addition, combat teams must be organized. How do I manage the husband in the Black Forest? You should be very clear and follow the old rules.

A team of five, a team of three, and a team of three. Manage me well, and you are the one who has merit. Anyone who disobeys orders will be executed. "

On the brink of death, Wilson let Zhou Qingfeng pick up another life. He was convinced at the moment and strictly obeyed any orders. To safeguard the interests of Master Hugo is to protect his own interests.

It was just that there were so many hungry people suddenly, the food in the team was not enough to eat, and the food had to be discontinued within a few days. Luke advised Zhou Qingfeng, thinking about how to make artisans eat less.

Zhou Qingfeng waved his hand. "Get it early for lunch. Everyone is full and ready to go out and find someone to do the work. Believe me, some people have already prepared the food and they are waiting for us to get it."

After listening to Zhou Qingfeng's affirmation, Luke immediately understood what was going to happen. Outside the barracks, Lord Lehman, who thought he would see a mess, kicked his slaves around again.

"Isn't someone sent in? Why were they blasted out again? Why are you useless? Master, what else can I expect of you? If those barbarians come to kill me, wouldn't you be so upset? "

The deputy Lord Lord scolded vigorously, a few servants looked at each other, all silent.