I am a god in another world

"At least assign two, no, assign four guards to protect me full-time." Luo An felt a little sad when he made this request. He was obviously a baron of the Nott family, why did he have to ask Zalanda for instructions on such matters?

No, when he arrived in Dalaoma, he had to change a garrison captain no matter what. He still had this right.

Luo An secretly made up his mind. He had had enough of being ridden on the head by his own knights.

"No problem, even if the baron didn't ask, I would do it. After all, the retreat is different from the castle." Zalanda agreed without hesitation, "In this case, let's get started!"

Zalanda was as resolute as ever. After finalizing the agreement with Luo An, he immediately gathered all the personnel except those on duty in front of the small square in Northenburg.

Zalanda turned sideways to Roan who was sitting on the rostrum and said, "Baron, do you really not want to say something to the people?"

Roan stretched his neck and looked down, only to see people standing next to each other, their heads pressed together and buzzing. His heart was beating like a drum, and he waved his hands in annoyance and said, "Come on, come on, it's all the same anyway."

Although Roan has now inherited the baron of the Nott family and is respectfully called master or lord by the people, his actual age is only two years older than Gavin.

The father of the two, the old Baron Tessen, is a strong man who has entered the extraordinary, but to put it bluntly, he is just a rough warrior with a very average ability to govern the territory. He used to rely on Zalanda's father, and later relied on Zalanda.

The old baron basically let Roan and Gavin go. Gavin's situation is a bit special. He has been with Zalanda and has learned a lot.

Luoang has always been treated like a pig by Oster. He is ignorant and good at eating, drinking, whoring and gambling. He is good at everything else.

They originally thought that they could rely on Tesen for decades, but who would have thought that the old baron suddenly had a brain attack last year, organized an elite team, and went to clear the monster tribe in the marching mountains in person, and then never came back.

Not even a messenger who delivered the letter came back. The high-level priest who was hired at a high price had no reaction at all when he performed the complete resurrection spell. It is not known whether Baron Tesen and his men did not encounter misfortune, or it is too late, and their souls have been judged and reincarnated.

Luoang was forced to do something big and small. He could only rely on Zalanda for everything. He showed up in front of the people no more than ten times. It is no wonder that the people of the Nott family only know Zalanda*Star*Rhineton, but not Luoang*Nott.

"People of Nott, this is the most critical moment in the history of Nottburg. We must work together to overcome the difficulties. The kind and great Lord Roan*Nott, the guardian of Nottburg, has promised to open the ancestral equipment warehouse and loan the weapons and equipment inside to all the people to help us overcome the difficulties. Let us thank Lord Nott..."

The breeze gently blew Zalanda's waist-length fiery red hair, which contrasted with the fiery red cloak on her body. The afterglow of the sun fell on her beautiful face, reflecting a hint of strength.

From beginning to end, she did not shout at the top of her lungs, but she was full of energy, her pronunciation was clear, and her rhythm was relaxed and tense, enough to spread throughout most of Nottburg, so that most people could hear it clearly.

Every short pause would cause a tide of cheers, one wave higher than the other.

This is why the people of Tethyr in later generations supported Zalanda so much and affectionately called her Zalanda of the people. Not only because she regarded everyone as her relatives and people, but also because she had enough ability to easily use the Nott family's weapons and equipment warehouse to open this matter and mobilize the morale of the generals.

The process of distributing equipment was busy but not chaotic. The Nott militia under Zalanda showed organization and discipline beyond the general regular army.

Gavin was not surprised by this. Although he did not have the name of Nott militia, he was a militia and had trained with them for eight years.

It was originally a matter of course. After comparing the experience of later generations, it was found that Zalanda and his daughter did have their own set of training. Especially Zalanda was a famous self-disciplined and training maniac. Once the militia was trained, she would definitely eat, live and train with them. After more than ten years, it was hard not to think of elite soldiers.

Now with the equipment accumulated and collected by the Nott family for many years, these young people have only one shortcoming-a lot of battlefield fighting experience.

When this part is completed, the Nott militia will be transformed into Nott elite soldiers, and will also become Zhalandar's initial team.

"What are you doing?" When Zhalandar came back to his senses from the busyness, he found that Gavin had been following him, looking around, and actually made a set of armor, but no matter how you look at it, it is a bit out of place.

The equipment on his body is a set of studded leather armor, and a layer of chain mail shirt on the outside. Both of them are light armor, but when worn together, they become medium armor.

The left hand is wearing a pair of elbow-length iron gloves, but the palm is missing, and the top is a thin leather glove, holding a small round shield, while the right hand is the simplest leather glove, wearing a pair of spiked knee pads, and a pair of blade boots that obviously hide daggers.

A one-handed sword was strapped to his back, at least one dagger and one-handed axe were inserted on his waist, a one-handed crossbow was hung on his right waist, and a Lantan Island, dwarf-style percussion musket was pinned to his left waist. There was a shoulder strap tied to his chest, and a combat potion belt was tied around his waist. It was bulging inside, obviously filled with small miscellaneous items.

When Zalanda looked at him, he was trying to put a smock on himself.

"Arm yourself." Gavin said as a matter of course, "When we retreat, the battles are likely to become very frequent, and the captain will be too busy to do anything. I can only take care of myself, and maybe I can provide some help to the captain. Don't forget that I am also a member of the Nott Militia."

"Substitute! I don't remember approving your formal joining." Zalanda corrected seriously, but did not let Gavin take off his equipment.

What Gavin said was indeed right. Once she embarked on the road of retreat, she could not focus too much energy on him. Most of the time, he had to protect himself.

It was not only Gavin who did this. On the other side, Luo An, with Oster and the four personal guards who had just been transferred back, was also rummaging through the boxes and cabinets, and equipped himself with the best part of the Nott equipment warehouse.

This is their right, and Zalanda can't say anything.

Fortunately, the Nott family has been passed down for a hundred years and has accumulated a lot of wealth. There may not be many magic equipment, but there are still many excellent equipment, and some of them are even exquisite dwarves.

Not only the entire Nott militia is equipped, but even the civilians can be allocated several pieces of armor and self-defense weapons, especially spears and crossbows, which are the most valued by Zhalanda.

Give priority to distributing them all, and many women and children have also been allocated one. In troubled times, it is better to rely on yourself than on anything else.

With these crossbows, relying on the chariot formation, they can still provide considerable help, even if it is random shooting, because now the Nott militia, each person is allocated at least one set of scale armor, including fifteen sets of half-body plate armor, and five sets of full-body plate armor-Roang and his men have robbed the other five sets of full-body plate armor.

In Zhalanda's view, it is enough. Two teams of ten heavy infantry are absolutely a killer to deal with the incompletely equipped monsters and chaotic armies outside.