Othua's War Banner

Chapter 109 0108: Come Back

Ken frowned lightly, stared at this sincere gift for a while, and then put them away, as if he felt a little ashamed of this group of bold and rough warriors.

"You seem troubled?"

The shaman who accompanied the army leaned towards the warring.

His eyes hidden under the hood seem to be always observing, always on guard against enemies who want to harass, and also spying on the emotions hidden under the subtle expressions of everyone.

Ken had no need to hide.

"These mercenaries are very frank, but my arrangements for them have a purpose. This feeling makes me a little ashamed."

After he finished speaking, he began to deal with the affairs in the barracks:
Allocate equipment, adjust troops, count and calculate food.

"What do you mean?"

The shaman waited until the reporting scout had left before turning around and continuing to ask. He led his horse and waited with Zhan Jing for Feilang King to finish his routine inspection mission.

"The displaced people we've helped are terrified that they're going to leave the land and bring what's going on in Santon Kaya."

Ken is now a battle flag, carrying the hopes and lives of many people on his shoulders, and his consideration of issues will be more complicated and long-term.

The army shaman seemed to understand what he meant, and was thinking about it, when he turned around and asked a seemingly irrelevant question.

"What is our advantage in fighting against the Painted Ice Apostle?"

The shaman thought it was a test for himself, so he answered seriously:

"This group of beasts has been consumed by frequent aggression, and now their number of troops is less than half of the initial assembly, and the rest time between each battle is very short..."

"That's right!"

When Ken heard the answer he wanted, he frowned and continued: "But afterward, the refugees will take our situation out, and soon, all the villages and ports south of the Sharp Ice Bay will know that there is a counterattack here." The tribe of the Painted Ice Apostle."

He thought of Elwe, and of some ancient tribe who were scouting for information.

"We have no allies, but we have potential enemies. When Thornton Kaya survives this crisis, we will be in the same situation as the Apostles of Ice. We have no time to recuperate, but we have to face unknown threats."

The shaman fell silent.

He has lived in the northern border for many years, and he knows more about the threat that Zhan Jing said in detail. Even in the early years, he had personally seen several tribes destroyed for the same reason.

"You... ah, your vision always amazes me."

Shaman praised sincerely.

Palotus is worse than the environment, and the people living here have violent blood, so when they stir up disputes, they usually only consider "faith" and "emotion".

[The tribe rises quickly and dissipates quickly. 】

"We... don't calculate and consider as carefully as the southerners, but there is no doubt that all prosperous tribes have a leader who is far-sighted!"

The shaman secretly reminded himself that in the future, he should let go of the complacency brought about by his age and experience, and learn more humbly from Zhan Jing. For example, now, he asked:
"I don't understand, what can the friendship between traders and mercenaries do?"

"They walk on the mountain road and have their own information network. This group of guys will share stories during the journey and gain their friendship, which can improve our image in the story."

Positive rumors can cope with the scrutiny of the ancient tribes, and the prestige among the common people in the northern border can create the illusion of having many friends and supporters, which makes the younger generation fearful.

Ken is not a bad guy.

In the first few days before he woke up in the wasteland, he was on the verge of death several times, and he gradually became mature in making decisions.

Rescuing refugees and doing good deeds can make residents mentally healthy and generate more positive emotions.

And in this process, they will take the initiative to cultivate the values ​​of the troops, and then continue to accumulate reputation and increase new friendships. These can produce weak help to the long-term development of the tribe, and when accumulated, they can produce qualitative changes.

Ken didn't get the question out of the way.

He sighed, feeling more tired, the deeper he analyzed, the easier it was to fall into the vicious circle of weighing pros and cons.

"Hey, I'm beginning to doubt my original intention when I made a decision."

"You are an upright and kind-hearted leader. No one can refute this. Calculations and arrangements can be pretended, but the final result and your inner conscience will clearly confirm your character."

[Rumor: Prayer in the Wasteland (excerpt)]

[With Bing's original intention, I am worthy of my heart. 】

Ken nodded but did not answer. Before they could wait for Fay Wolf King to return, there was the rumble of horseshoes and wheels in the distance, like a series of urgent calls for help.

After a few breaths, the carriage followed the village road and entered the first aid station of the military camp.

Ken strode to the corresponding shed, and the scouts from Luojun Plain returned.

They traveled day and night, surpassed the main force, reached the tribe, and brought the seriously wounded to the battle banner before they died.

Ken saw several unconscious people on the ground, almost all of them had horrific wounds, some of them barely stopped the bleeding, and the wounds of others even started to fester.

"The beast and the spies of the Qi Bing apostle did it. We encountered a small group of troops. Although we killed them all, it's still..."

Everyone in the tent gritted their teeth and cursed at the group of animals.

The shaman saw Zhan Jing's expression, and he took the scouts out knowingly. These people also had minor injuries, and they all needed to be dealt with properly.

Most importantly, Ken's treatment methods are quite special!

The Heila were lucky enough to have seen it, and the soldiers in the team had all heard of that miraculous method. However, in a situation where there are so many people, there is no guarantee that something will go wrong.

The shaman intentionally spread some magical and weird messages, and directed the power of the war banner to the old god Winter Mother, and the effect is also there. At least everyone will not guess wildly, and the operation will be much easier later.

Not long after, there was a cry of pain from the tent.

For the soldiers who had experienced the Battle of Luojun Plain, this sound meant survival, and meant that this person was still saved!

Look at this scream full of life!

On the other hand, the refugees who were like frightened birds, saw the relieved expressions on the faces of these scouts, and then heard the wailing in the air, and their hearts were instantly confused.

Not long after, Ken came out.

"You lead the way." He said, and jumped onto the saddle of the Fay Wolf King. It was twice the size of its kind, and it was comparable in size to the Parmelo boar of the age of ten Xia.

They rode up the mountain together, and the soldiers along the way were tying the logs into horse stakes and arranging them at the necessary places on the mountain road.

They continued to advance along the rugged and difficult road, and the altitude was getting higher and higher, and they could even overlook most of Sandun Kaya.

There were strange knocking sounds from all around the mountain road.

(End of this chapter)