I built a manor in the Middle Ages

Chapter 160 Blizzard!
As the flames rose, the damp grain finally regained its temperature little by little.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this.

"It was my negligence this time, but luckily I was saved."

Luc cut off a few small pieces of birch bark and handed them to everyone. He put them on his eyes and continued, "We can't abandon the sled. Hans, you and I will go get some branches to make the sled taller. Ryan, after the wheat grains are roasted, we will cook first. The sacks need to be dried all night."

Seeing Ryan nod, Luc stood up, picked up a torch, took little Charlie and Hans with him, and walked out of the forest.

Ryan took out some salt, dried meat and oats and cooked them separately.

Miller was standing guard nearby. He was also hungry and tired, but he looked very energetic. He smelled the aroma of meat and suddenly said:

"Mr. Ryan, how did you feel when you killed someone for the first time?"

"First time killing someone?" Ryan paused and stirred the thick soup in the clay pot. Drinking thick hot soup in cold weather would make it more difficult to dispel the cold.

"The first time I killed someone was when I followed the master to attack the Wild Boar Cave to rescue Amy and the others. Well, I didn't feel anything. I was just very nervous. Very nervous."

"Then are you afraid when you kill someone?"

"There's no time to be afraid when killing people. After all, the knife is stabbing at you. The master said that the more cowardly you are on the battlefield, the faster you die. But thinking back on it later, I do feel a little scared."

Ryan glanced at Miller and asked, "Why are you asking that?"

"Nothing, nothing."

Miller laughed and turned his head to look at the dark forest.
It turns out that Mr. Ryan was also afraid when he killed someone for the first time.

He had asked the same question to Jill and George, and no matter who asked it, they all felt more or less trembling the first time they answered.

"I definitely won't."

Miller said to himself that he couldn't wait to kill someone.

It would be great if a few bandits suddenly appeared in the forest at this moment.
With this thought in mind, Miller stared more intently into the darkness. Suddenly, footsteps sounded from the woods. Miller's eyes widened instantly, and he raised his voice and shouted, "Who is it?!"

"it's me."

Luc's face slowly emerged in the firelight, and Miller looked lost.

"Why? You're still hoping for bandits to come?"

Seeing Miller's expression that couldn't hide what was going on, Luke slapped him on the back of the head in annoyance. The teenager's mind was really full of ridiculous ideas.

"Go and weave the branches and put them on the sled. Your father, Robert, weaves well, so I guess you're pretty good at it too. And don't think about murder and arson in the future!"

Ignoring Miller's dejected look, Luke took Ryan's clay pot and fed the donkeys and mules first. They were already extremely hungry and had cried out countless times. Their howling was so painful to the ears.

After feeding little Charlie some more food, they finally had their dinner as he wagged his tail vigorously across from them.

"Keep this can for Miller. When he comes back, have him and George guard the first half of the night. Ryan, you and Hans guard the second half."

As for Luc, he certainly slept a full night.

Several people had no objection. After Miller came back with the mat, Luke went to check it again. After seeing that although it was not sturdy, it could be used for almost a day, he finally felt relieved and each of them went to the shallow pit to sleep peacefully.

George and Miller had nothing in common, so they just stood aside and silently waited out the time.

George held the sheepskin bag and sipped the remaining wine, while Miller continued to stare at the forest.

But the imagined bandits did not appear, and instead he felt colder and colder.

"What the hell!"

Miller muttered something and moved closer to the fire, but the cold did not decrease. Instead, it seemed that the surroundings seemed to become even colder.

Phew~~

A mountain breeze blew by, and Miller shivered immediately.

"Damn it! What happened?"

Miller wrapped his clothes tightly around him and cursed. He turned to look at George, only to see his face gradually fall apart. His already wrinkled face seemed to be twisted into a thick rope. "Master! Master! Wake up!"

George's face suddenly changed, and he screamed, waking Luc from his sleep. Luc, who was already a light sleeper, immediately grabbed the sword in his arms and stood up.

"What's going on? Are there robbers?!"

"Damn it! Did Miller guess it right?" Ryan also drew his dagger, his expression equally grim. Hans muttered sullenly as he took off his mace.

But as George spoke his next words, the three of them looked a hundred times uglier than they were now.

"Snowstorm, a blizzard is coming!"

"snowstorm?!"

Luc looked at George in horror. George was an experienced traveler and his judgment had been fully proven during this period. However, when he suddenly heard the word "blizzard", Luc was still a little bit unbelievable.

Where did the snowstorm come from for no reason?

I couldn't help but look up at the sky, but I don't know if it was a psychological effect, but I seemed to feel an invisible cold current in the empty air.

This year is colder than usual and the snow in the mountains is much thicker.
Little things that he had not cared about before kept coming into his mind. Luc held his breath and immediately said, "Quick, load up the food first!"

If a snowstorm really comes, it will not be as simple as the food getting moldy. If things go wrong, everyone will die in the mountains!
It's better to be cautious about this kind of thing.

Luke was very authoritative, so Ryan and Miller quickly picked up the food without saying a word.

Led by Luc, Hans George loaded the intact grain bags onto the mules one by one.

"Hmmmmmm~~"

When transporting grain upwards, the originally well-behaved black donkey mule suddenly began to neigh violently, looking extremely irritable. Little Charlie's face was even more ferocious, and he kept barking at the endless darkness.

Seeing this scene, Luc's heart sank.

Livestock don't scream for no reason. A blizzard is really coming!

"How long is the time left?"

Luc reined in the struggling mule, turned around and yelled at George who was also holding down the black donkey. The cold wind was howling louder and louder, and the air was filled with the smell of rust.

"Maybe an hour, maybe half an hour, anyway it will be soon!"

George's hair was deformed by the wind, and the campfire had begun to emit blue flames. Ryan, who was loading food, was shocked when he saw this scene. He had never seen such flames before.

"damn it!"

Luc gritted his teeth. Half an hour? Half an hour is not enough to do anything!
A blizzard is not simply a gust of strong wind; it is a devil that can cause the temperature to drop by more than ten degrees Celsius suddenly. It is a natural disaster that is horrific no matter what era it is.

Turning my head and looking around, I realized that since I had chosen an open space in the forest for my accommodation, it was all frozen soil covered with ice and snow. Even the shallow pit I had just lived in was only half a finger deep. It was simply a dream to dig a shelter that could withstand a blizzard.

George also realized this. The increasingly fierce cold wind cut his skin like a knife. He said anxiously, "Master, we can't stay here any longer. We have to leave quickly."

Before he could finish his words, a strong wave of ice poured into George's stomach, causing this well-traveled guy to start coughing violently.

"That's right. We can't delay any longer, Ryan. Don't use the food scattered on the ground. Carry the remaining bags up here. Let's hurry up and leave!"

The sound of the wind in their ears was like the wailing of the devil. Ryan and his companions quickly moved the food and did not care about the sled. They rushed into the forest facing the cold wind that could penetrate their clothes.

But the forest did not provide a barrier against the cold wind. On the contrary, as the snow on the ground grew heavier, an even more ferocious cold current was rushing into the forest.

George's wine bag was completely frozen in just a few minutes. Ryan's face was covered with ice chips. The fat Hans shivered violently for the first time. Miller, who was extremely eager to kill, looked timid. In the face of the blizzard, killing seemed to be a trivial matter.

The donkeys and mules' howling was more intense than ever before, but no one could hear them at this time. Everyone's eardrums were already swollen and painful like drums, as if a huge bell was roaring in their skulls.

Luc almost bit his gums to pieces. He seemed to have sensed something and couldn't help but look up at the sky which was already blurred.

After the hazy wind and snow, a red moon hung high in the sky, as if it had been stained with blood.

call!call!call!
In less than half an hour, the blizzard arrived.

(End of this chapter)