When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 750

After walking out of Meliati's wooden house, Horn's footsteps on the steps became heavier.

I don’t know if Horn is too gentle or if Meliati has entered her rebellious phase.

For some reason, Meliati felt like she was covered in thorns at this moment.

Although I don’t know how much Meliati heard, there is still a big gap in strength between the two sides.

Although Meliati is stubborn, she is not a good-for-nothing.

Although the Stonebreakers have the advantage in numbers, in theory they are far more powerful than Meliati.

But from Horn's point of view, the Stonebreaker may have both hands and a sword on his waist, but only two fingers can move.

Although Meliati only has one hand, her five fingers are clenched into a fist.

They can win, but they are afraid that the cost of maintaining stability will be high, and they are also afraid that Meliati will become even more proud.

The cool summer breeze from the gravel field blew on Horn's face, but his eyes flickered.

During this communication with Meliati, he found that she was becoming more and more extreme.

She was becoming more and more like Meliati and less like Carrie.

Horn wasn't sure whether this was a sign of her illness or her growing desire for power.

The reason why Qianhe Valley has not split is because of the equal relationship between the two.

If Meliati is determined to take advantage of the great victory and turn the Holy Alliance into the Holy Alliance of the Thousand River Valley, then it will be difficult for Horn to deal with it.

It’s not that I’m afraid that Meliati will really succeed, but I’m afraid of losing the upper-level channel for equal and objective communication.

Looking at the calm upper Nauan River, Horn was silent for a while, but smiled: "Who cares? She fights hers, and I fight mine."

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Along the western bank of the Upper Nauan River, a huge army was trudging along the muddy dirt road.

The civilians, infantry, cavalry, caravans, cattle, horses, and sheep formed a long muddy dragon.

The rangers who were running back and forth stopped at the head of the team and couldn't even see the tail of the long dragon.

They numbered 21,000 in total, and were divided into three parallel groups, with four columns in each group, and between them were horse-drawn and donkey-drawn carts carrying ordnance and weapons.

Most of the people on horseback were mountain mounted infantry, neatly dressed in identical carbon-black armor.

Walking along the way were a mixture of newly formed new armies, militia and mercenaries.

Some of them wore black and gray knee-length padded jackets with an alpaca-colored cashmere short cape on the outside.

Some of them only wore a waistcoat and some ill-fitting tattered armor randomly wrapped around their waists, shoulders and hands.

The route farthest from the river is Andre's Iron Fist Regiment, which is a version of the Black Crown Regiment with extremely poor military discipline.

Old Laffer and others should have belonged to the middle group.

But Captain Andre admired Besser and others very much, and integrated the two incomplete infantry regiments plus the Besser infantry regiment into one.

Besser still serves as the group leader.

Most of the centurions at all levels were mountain knights, so Besser was able to command them seamlessly.

"Why are you being so lazy!" The old Laffer, the leader of the reserve formation, whipped his whip so hard that several laborers who were pushing carts started to shudder.

Kaler, who was also the captain of the reserve array, felt sorry for it but he could only watch.

If you don't whip me, the cane will hit you when you turn around.

The fate of these civilians as part of the transport team is already good enough.

If they could see the Nauan River out of sight, they could see flat-bottomed barges sailing by.

The rowers in the barge huddled in the narrow cabin, paddling desperately, panting with their tongues out like dogs, to resist the current and strong wind.

But when they occasionally encountered fast-flowing water, they had to conscript able-bodied men from the surrounding areas to serve as trackers.

The ropes were tied around the shoulders of the trackers, almost grinding their skin and flesh even though there was leather to reduce friction.

Compared to them, the lives of these ordinary laborers are relatively good.

However, since the wages of the trackers and rowers were too low and the work was too hard, the soldiers had to capture a batch of them from time to time.

The original trackers either ran away or died of exhaustion or illness.

If it was just about using the whip to scare the laborers, then the journey would be relatively easy.

But soon, the captain's orderly came running over arrogantly and said, "You two, take ten soldiers each, go to the nearby village to get twelve laborers, fifteen chickens, ducks and twenty sheep." "Aren't we almost at the Salt Flat Market?" Kaler retorted subconsciously.

The orderly wanted to be sarcastic, but when he saw the medal on Kaler's chest, he forced a smile: "That's why we want to reward the whole army."

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A young boy was kicked and tumbled out of the house.

The elders at the entrance of the village stood at a loss, watching the armored soldiers knocking the chickens and ducks into the rattan baskets.

Several young men were pushed out of the hut with spears pointed at their backs, their bony ribs exposed through the torn collars of their linen clothes.

"No - no -" the woman screamed.

The door panel hit the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust.

The burly soldier walked in carrying a ewe that was bleating in fear. Behind him, a woman with blood coming out of her mouth held his thigh and wouldn't let him leave.

"Cousin, let go." The soldier angrily hit the woman's forehead with the handle of his saber.

The corner of his forehead quickly turned purple and slowly swelled up.

But the woman's arms were like a lock, tightly clasping the soldier's thighs.

"What's going on?" Old Laffer immediately ran over with a whip in hand.

"My breasts were cut off by sheep thieves, so I have no milk." The woman immediately knelt in front of old Laf and hugged his legs. "You moved the ewe away. Without goat milk, my child will starve to death."

As if sensing its owner's attempt to retain her, the ewe began to kick and fight wildly in a humane manner.

It kicked and bleated at the same time, and its wet eyes seemed about to shed tears.

"All right, all right." Old Lav pointed his whip at the soldier, "Give her the sheep back."

The soldier who robbed the sheep was fierce in front of the woman, but he was submissive in front of old Laffer: "The superiors said they wanted twenty sheep..."

"Is this the only one missing?"

Kaler reminded in a low voice: "The captain's order is to distribute the money equally to each household. If there are no sheep, they will provide people, but she..."

"Aren't there still a lot of sheep in the sheepfold?"

"Her Highness Meliati said that we should treat the village elders well and not rob them at will."

Old Laf was silent for a moment, took out some silver coins from his pocket, threw them into the hands of the village elder, and then led a sheep out of his sheepfold.

"Let's go."

The ewe and the woman hugged each other and cried with joy.

But the shepherds' eyes behind the window railings were full of disgust and fear.

Although enough able-bodied men and sheep were recruited, everyone present was in a bad mood.

Unlike those old-time mercenaries, they were still farmers a year ago.

Not only were they not alienated by the horror of the battlefield, they also had military chaplains to counsel their souls, allowing them to remain simple and honest.

What they hated and feared most was being forcibly robbed by the soldiers.

But now they are the ones doing this, it's really, really...

"I guess if it was the Salvation Army, they wouldn't have to rob cattle and sheep like this." A new soldier was unhappy. "If I had the chance, I would definitely transfer to the Salvation Army."

"You want to go, I still want to go." Another recruit also complained, "Can you read? I asked."

"Damn, I'll move my family to Siduo Town. I heard that the children of the townspeople can go to school for free." An old bearded soldier cursed, "Don't be like his father, who lost his conscience for money."

"The land price in Siduo Town is very high..."

Although Kaler also felt uncomfortable, he was the son of a sergeant after all, and did not feel as deeply as the farmers.

Although old Laffer felt ashamed, he was unwilling to show it.

Just when he was about to remind a few people not to say this in front of their superior officers, he heard a sharp scream.

Old Laffer and Kaler's faces changed at the same time. They had heard this sound many times. It was a signal gun, reminding people to return to the camp urgently.

"Uuuuuu——"

Following closely was the deep sound of a horn.

"That's the sound of a horn, a call to return to the camp." Looking at the red smoke column in the mist, Old Laffer jumped up, "We've encountered the enemy, hurry back to the camp and prepare for battle!"

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