Othua's War Banner

Chapter 545 0393: Road Encounter

"Ruins, gatherings, waves of undead, dead dragons... I know you are tired, Ken."

Mag sat down slowly, not crying willfully, nor seeking care.

She just said calmly: "I'm sorry, I have reduced my sense of existence as much as possible, and the journey ahead is on thin ice. I know I shouldn't bother you in this situation... this... this will bother you."

McGonagall rested her forehead with two fingers.

The sigh she breathed into the night reminded Ken of the way Selina breathed out, and the two of them began a long conversation.

During the journey, McGonagall often thinks about [Langmingway] who has gone away, and [Nolin] who is caught in the battle for the kingdom.

She is smart and rational, of course she is not deliberately torturing herself, but those terrible premonitions always come uninvited.

The northern border was cold and windy. When she kept silent and followed the southern Xinjiang people to change camps one after another, there was basically nothing to do. She could only collect information like grabbing a life-saving straw, and then chewed it over and over again in her mind. Those rumors.

Weeks of running around, and then, inevitably, a breakdown.

With his elbows resting on his knees and his knuckles staggered in front of him, Ken said, "You know, since Sidi died... I've figured out a lot about life and death, and I'm no longer bothered by those things ..."

McGonagall listened carefully, and she could actually tell—Ken no longer judged himself too much.

As a bystander, she was happy for him from the bottom of her heart.

"But City's death also reminded me to cherish," Ken said calmly. "My friends, my tribe, the kind and funny souls I meet."

"It's an honor to be honored by you, Mr. Kean."

Meg smiled gracefully.

Ken also knew that he might not be able to change her decision, so he offered a compromise.

"I will try to contact Selena before I arrive in Santon Kaya. At least the Uncoverer organization has roots all over the Usua continent, which can protect you to a certain extent."

Mag nodded and did not refute.

She knows that there is still a distance to travel, but her past education does not allow her to leave without saying goodbye.

Flengang still declared war on Thornton Kaya, and Ken was the one whose life and death were uncertain, but he sincerely hoped that McGonagall could change his mind and go to find Burke, or be obediently protected by the Uncovered Organization.

But McGonagall knew what he really longed for.

Although the groundwork for departure was laid in advance, everyone can still pretend that tonight's night talk never happened during the last time together, and just wave to the departing convoy on a certain night when they arrive at Sandton Kaya.

……

The noise woke Ken up.

A well-equipped team with complicated tattoos was unloading boxes of loot next to the mercenary camp.

When Ken came out wearing a thick coat, he saw Pentu and other juniors of the Sacrificial Clan who were complexly transporting boxes.

Wu Senbu's son greeted him hastily, with great etiquette, and regarded him as a respected battle banner.

There are many kinds of goods in various quantities, mainly fur and forging consumables.

The Sacrificial Clan didn't care about those vain spoils, but cared about Ken's decision and his position.

Frengundo officially declared war on Ken, and in the wave of southward invasion, the animal clan had no way to show strength, after all, the real dominance of this wasteland was not with them.

The elders admire Ken very much, but there is no way to stand on his team.

The amount of these materials in front of them far exceeded the normal amount on the battlefield, indicating that the Sacrificial Clan also paid for it and used some hidden means to support Santon Kaya.

They don't expect Ken to win, they just hope he doesn't die.

……

The snow in Santon Kaya began to melt, and the warm wind from the hunting season swept straight up from the crack outside the Qiuming Ancient Road.

Meng and Feilang came out of the cave sheltering from the rain. There are still many weird weather in the process of changing seasons in the wilderness.

The silhouette of the birds skipped over the cold face, the rain clouds had already withdrawn, and the Thornton Kaya wolf cavalry could be seen through the bunkers on both sides of the mountain road. The scale of the mighty army was exciting.

After Zhan Jing left the tribe, a large number of people came here one after another.

The beast trainer is in charge of the chores of the village, Meng is in charge of the army, and the two Hanqi brothers are in charge of business.

The surrounding villages have all been remodeled according to Ken's instructions, the roads are smooth, and they learn from each other's strengths to deliver a steady stream of food and materials to Santon Kaya.

"Are bandits rampant again?" Meng asked.

Opening two eyes in the snow, the magical breath is weak, and the sense of existence is extremely low.

They are scouts trained by Ken himself.

But these people dream of joining the direct team of Zhanjing, that is, a group of people called [Heila], which originally represented the identity and brand of slavery, but because of the information of Ken Bouvier, it became The highest honor in the tribe.

When Ken left, he took away the archer commander [Quema] and stayed in the [Heila] in Santon Kaya...

Mongolia has the highest military status!
So even if he is young, even if the scouts don't belong to the regular battle formation established by the battle banner, all the scouts scattered around Sandon Kaya will follow Meng's instructions.

Meng didn't know how to investigate, so he could only do everything by himself, using learning and actual combat to resist the responsibilities on his shoulders.

He knelt down to observe the things left in the melted snow, and at the same time judged the identity of the enemy with the help of Feilang's sense of smell. These things he hadn't learned before Zhan Jing left, but now he is very proficient.

The leader of the scouts thinks that he is really enlightened, or that Heila is not a simple person.

"Horses of war horses carry a lot of load, and the width is not that of the horses in the north, and there is a strong fishy smell on the hoofprints."

Meng raised his head, the armor is elegant black, rich in ore from the Ice Ring Tribe.

He tested his head to feel the wind direction and verified his judgment again. "The smell of blood."

"What wave is this for the Southern Xinjiang people who have withdrawn from the Red Maple Heights? Hearing about Flen Gunduo's conquest plan, they all ran like crazy to the perpetually frozen high wall."

The scouts all learned what happened in the north from the traders who came and went.

The Orc Warspawn's declaration of war on Thornton Kaya was not widely circulated, and people paid more attention to Ken himself.

After all, before this, the village under the rule of Dongmu was not very eye-catching, and no one would care about the name of a tribe that would perish at any time in the backcountry.

Among them, the scout who was in charge of the northbound mountain road on Qiuming Ancient Road reported to him: "There are a lot of refugees, and this group of people is leaving in a hurry."

"The only problem is," Mon stood up and adjusted the knife to the buckle. "The blood in these hoof prints is fresh. Let's outflank the path to the front of this group of people, and send someone to look at the village ahead."

Those small villages, like the former Santon Kaya, have not enjoyed the taste of being protected for a long time.

Although it is not within the scope of the battle banner, Meng is still willing to make the damned predators pay the price when he can.

The scouts quickly dispersed.

Meng bit his fingertips and blew a whistle, then rode Feilang out of the mountain road, and galloped away on the steep slope with rolling gravel.

At the same time, Thorn Kaya wolf cavalry jumped out of the surroundings and followed behind him. There were more than five hundred uniform armor and various weapons.

It is worth noting that this is only the amount brought out by the mongoose.

It does not include the troops stationed at Santon Kaya, nor does it count the garrisons in the various small villages.

There is no way for the refugees to provide so much combat power for Thornton Kaya, and the original expansion speed of the tribe is quite normal.

The subsequent steady growth was also as expected by Zhan Jing, filling quarries, lumberyards, plantations, fishing spots... all, and even adding a batch of laborers who could be called at any time.

Suddenly one day, a group of mercenaries riding beasts visited the tribe.

They came along the mountain road, opened their mouths and asked if this was "Sangton Kaya". After getting a definite answer, the name that was announced immediately was "Ken Maharu".

The half-truth and half-fake names made everyone afraid to relax.

The visitor was not accepted until those detailed stories were known and everyone was sure that it was Zhan Jing.

Only then did the mercenaries understand that those rumors were true, and that Mr. Mahalu was really a tribal banner.

The group of mercenaries returned to the north not long after, as if they wanted to bring the news to others.

A few days later, on a sunny day, a group of dark-skinned laborers came, and they were all accompanied by their relatives.

They are very good at craftsmanship. When they came up, they first asked if there was any place to work.

The animal trainer noticed the clues and began to take over the external management affairs from Meng. With his experienced experience in the wilderness, he judged that these people were not malicious, and they were probably behind the preparations for the battle.

Thornton Kaya distributed them according to their work according to the rules set by Zhanjing, built houses for them, and paid a lot of money.

The Hanqi brothers are in charge of the money in the tribe. Although they complain a bit, more manpower means more horses and chariots, which means more business routes and wealth!

Things just went off track from that time on.

Countless teams poured into Santon Kaya one after another, and they were no longer hungry refugees, but artisans with unique skills, rough and strong mercenaries, and many adventurers who gave up wandering.

Residents of Sandton Kaya are feeling nervous.

Later in the conversation, I understood the two key messages behind these waves of immigrants—the Mercenary Arbitration Tribunal and the Ambera Ice Port.

Thornton Kaya gets busy.

At this time, everyone realized the foresight of Zhan Jing.

If the logging farm absorbs enough labor, it will be able to create greater output, and the wood needs to be invested in the construction of the village, and it can also consume a group of migrating residents.

The winter house built can accommodate more people and expand the scope of activities at the same time.

And expanding the scope of exploration means more resource collection points, those precious mineral deposits, materials for forging and daily use, and wild fruits that can be picked and transplanted...

All of these require manpower to support, which just eases the wave of immigration ushered in by Sandon Kaya.

The progress of mining has doubled several times, and all the mineral deposits that were originally thought to be unshakable have been activated and used.

Because of the opening of the trade route, those merchant leaders were willing to detour to Santon Kaya for trade, providing scarce tools and a huge amount of daily necessities.

The pressure on Meng's shoulders comes from this.

Artisans can be assigned to [Arthur] to set up workshops, residents can participate in labor, but enlisted soldiers need someone to restrain them, just when he feels that the number of troops is getting out of control...

Ken entrusted the Mercenary Arbitration Tribunal to deliver a letter.

He predicted the current situation of Thornton Kaya, and said that the score was not bad, and he even predicted that Meng's command ability was not enough to suppress the mercenaries who had just surrendered.

The way Ken gave was to delay.

First of all, the army should be put into the mountain roads of the affiliated villages to expand the radiation range of Santon Kaya to accommodate more villages, and there must be enemies entrenched in these newly reclaimed territories.

Kill looters, institute patrols, and even send escorts to massive caravans.

Ken ordered Meng to try his best to consume manpower, so that the team could grow in actual combat, and at the same time reduce the number of people in his hands, so as to ensure that Meng could have an absolute position among the guards.

Then increase the conditions for enlisting in the army, and only recruit experienced and capable guys.

Meng concentrated on cleaning up the arrogance of this group of people and cultivating a useful team around him.

The last is to organize purposeful conquests.

At the same time that the countries in the southern borders invaded Palotusbi, some city-states also extended their tentacles to the ancient Qiuming Road. A few neutral camps were raided, and some fleeing troops were even stationed dozens of miles away.

Meng summoned the Thornton Kaya wolf cavalry, and had won several battles. Although the scale was small, it was inspiring.

Even though he remembered the teaching of the battle flag, as the number of troops surged, he still had that uneasy premonition.

Meng led the Thornton Kaya wolf cavalry to take a shortcut and blocked the two groups of southern Xinjiang troops that had just plundered.

They escaped from the Red Maple Heights. There were about 200 of them. They were fat and strong, fierce and fierce, and there was still a terrifying murderous look in their eyes that had fought against the tide of undead.

The wolf riders of Thornton Kaya faltered for a moment.

Meng and his wolves had already killed these bandits. With the horn recalled, he charged in with a knife, and the rain of arrows passed by, only his calm and terrifying eyes drifted through the bloodstains.

They fought from dusk to late night, wolves howled in the darkness, and the dim light from the beast's pupils crushed the nerves of the enemy.

Meng put all his weight on the end of the dagger, piercing the armor of the enemy leader, and then lay on his back gasping for breath, reaching out to grab the snow to cool his burned skin.

There was movement from Meng's side.

He vigilantly reached out to touch the spare knife, and turned his head only to find that the leader was staring at him twitching.

A strong southern sergeant major.

The horror in his eyes didn't fade away. Obviously, the flashback of the dying brought a lot of scary things, and some memories and reality overlapped together. "Wolf, hunting, dragon, monster..."

Meng drew the knife calmly, and gave him a kick.

(End of this chapter)