i have a shelter.

He quietly waited for the next words from the bishop, and after the lord patted him as if to comfort a child, he slowly opened his mouth, "However, I have always had a very close relationship with you." The question is, when the knights are fighting in the front, will the rear become a piece of sand due to some trivial incidents. If so, I can only agree with those people's plan."

After Garvey heard it, he felt a little flustered. He could think of what those people's suggestions were. It would be to search the valley fiercely, and then defend the city together with Duke Adeline.

In the view of the valley lord, this kind of tortoise-like defense behind closed doors is simply traitorous.

Although he also has to admit that facing the irresistible enemy, it may indeed be better to clear the wall field

"So, even though I tried my best to support another strategy, I was under a lot of pressure. However, the performance of the Bianhe Warriors today gave me a lot of confidence. However, you can't represent everything. Two days later, I want to see how the warriors in the valley are doing. And don’t tell anyone about the knights.” George winked at Baron Garvey and said, “I don’t have any sacred objects , the people in my hands are only these forty or so. Naturally, there will not be a large number of knights rushing out at a critical moment."

"As for the next plan you asked about, with our strength, it is natural to harvest wild wheat."

"Tell everyone, those who are willing to come, those who are not willing to come, I don't blame it. After all, this operation is not tourism. It has risks, and accidents are like disasters that always come unexpectedly." After the young archbishop finished speaking , patted the middle-aged man on the shoulder, and walked away.Only Baron Garvey was left standing there.

Struggling in his heart, he knew that he had to hug this thigh tightly.

But if you want to have thigh hugs all the time, you have to wake up those selfish idiots

He must let them all know about this matter

Because, this must-win tourism drama requires everyone's full cooperation, so that the bishop can believe and be satisfied with it.

Otherwise, no one can eat a piece of the so-called cake

At the banquet that night, everyone was very drunk, after all, after such a big battle, everyone desperately needs the comfort of alcohol.

What's more, the lord of Bianhe specifically confessed that he wanted to get those people drunk.And the young bishop also made an exception for the knights today. One intentionally poured alcohol, and the other intentionally made everyone drunk.

Some people cried bitterly for their dead comrades, and some prayed for these people. Although the prayer words were a bit strange, some were glad that they were still alive, and some were full of confidence in the future.

At the end of the drink, everyone got carried away. Even after everyone slanted back to the room, there was no one in the corridor that had been patrolled all the time.

The two lovers embraced each other, and His Excellency was helped into the room at the very beginning.

However, Baron Garvey, who was standing in front of the window, could not sleep peacefully. He watched the team running out of the castle, and hoped that his nephew, the bard who could successfully escort him, would be able to pass through the thick fog and arrive at various destinations

0112 Rat coat of arms among the wild wheat

A flaming square hammer whizzed through the air and slammed into the decayed armor.

Amidst the heavy explosion, the groaning in the mouth of the Defiler stopped abruptly, and in a blink of an eye, like a suffocated can, it flew into the air and burned.

Under that strong impact, the surrounding fog stirred up as if it had been dispersed.The whirlwind brought down a large piece of wheat.

After the blasphemer landed, he didn't move anymore, as if he had been completely rested.It ignited a piece of wheat grass around it, and also attracted the dozen or so confused companions nearby.They waded through patches of wheat grass feebly, and the breath on their bodies gradually withered the vegetation, and even the fire that had just started was gradually suppressed by the thickening fog around them.

A wave of horseshoes approached from far away, and as the chants in his mouth became clearer, the surrounding fog seemed to be dispelled.

The square hammer on the ground suddenly trembled twice, spinning and getting into the fog. Immediately afterwards, a horse jumped out of the fog, knocked a rotting dead man into the air, and rushed into the crowd.

The dead, who never knew what fear was, suddenly stopped in a hurry amidst the chant.But there were two walking corpses charging towards the knight on horseback amidst the clatter of armor.

The knight on the horse looked at the two charging figures, his round eyes glared angrily, the burning square hammer in his hand seemed to have no inertia, and brought a golden flame, and hit the charging figure first. enemy.

However, the weapon in the Defiler's hand has been swung, and he is about to block the hammer.But at this moment, the hammer made a strange trajectory and crushed its head precisely.

No.1 Defiler has been reduced to ashes, and No.2 is just around the corner.

And at this moment, the knight's other big hand suddenly waved, and a strong light suddenly pierced the fog in the sky, forming a phantom of an angel, and instantly crashed into another blasphemer.

The blasphemer who was charging halfway was like a thunderbolt at this moment, and turned into a scorched bone in an instant.And the rusty armor on its body broke its rotten body in the inertia, and scattered all over the ground, bringing up a cloud of ashes.

While the embers were flying, the light in the sky was like a spot of light, expanding bigger and bigger.The surrounding fog is also constantly being dispelled during the rotation.

The walking dead nearby, in panic, wanted to escape from the sun and get into the fog.However, being gradually chased up by the sunlight, he could only cover his face, and turned into dust amidst the roar.

The sun gradually receded, and the fog shrouded the place again.The flames of the square hammer in George's hand dissipated.Afterwards, he exhaled a hot breath, and picked up the scroll on his waist.

On the scroll, more than 150 knights formed more than a dozen squads and were patrolling around. Some of them also encountered monsters who came and were fighting.Some lords and soldiers led by wolves are also rushing there to support that direction, which seems to be facing the manor a few kilometers away.

In the very center of this defensive circle, there are about [-] farmers and militiamen who are scrambling to harvest wild wheat.However, they were surrounded by thick fog, but they didn't know that the surrounding situation was a little urgent.

After seeing such a situation, George nodded, seemingly satisfied.Then he seemed a little uneasy, and licked his fingers again, feeling the direction of the wind.

Anthony was right, the east wind was blowing from the northeast today.And the manor is in the northeast.

Wiping the hot sweat off his brow, George swiped the scroll a few more times.Then he touched Little William's ears and rushed in one direction.

There seemed to be two people already waiting there.Not long after, Alexander's tall figure became clear in the fog.And beside him, Anthony was holding a cane and telling him a story.

"So, the southeastern part of this flat valley was once a forest"

After seeing the lord coming, the grand maester nodded, and then continued talking.

But Alexander doesn't seem to be particularly interested in these, because in his opinion, these stories are far less interesting and interesting than the tricks that Anthony secretly showed him.

But in order not to upset his friend, he still lifted his eyelids which were fighting.

George didn't bother these two guys who were getting better and better recently. After reaching out his hand and touching the back of Alexander's head, he waited for the others.

"The family of Viscount Geoffrey Lawrence uses the rat that is very good at storing food as the family coat of arms, and every lord here has also brought the spirit of the rat to the extreme."

"They lived up to the trust of the first duke. Over the centuries, they developed the forest and wasteland into pieces of black fertile soil that can be harvested without fertilization, and it has become the most important part behind Windsong City."

As Anthony said, this was once an extremely fertile land.While listening in, George looked at the large fields of wild wheat, and couldn't help recalling some of his childhood memories in his life

Every year when the spring was planted and the autumn harvest was harvested, there were tens of thousands of farmers harvesting grain in the fields on the Viscount's land of more than 1000 square kilometers. This help is paid for.The earl's land has been restated. I made a mistake before, and there is no township yet.

His Excellency the Duke once said that the annual contribution of the Rat Family alone can support his entire army.These words are not meant to be flattering, but until the fog came, the Chishu family was still cultivating, and up to now, they have cultivated more than one million acres.

The small land of Baron Johannes is three or four times worse than the worst baron under Viscount Geoffrey.

Naturally, the current situation of this land cannot be compared with that of the past.And these wild wheat, because there is no one to take care of and harvest all year round.has gradually degraded.Seeds germinate in spring rain and fall to the ground after autumn.The fruit that grows grows together with the weeds.

And after the best season of autumn harvest, every day, without a rain, the grain will fall from the sharp ears of wheat.

However, even so, in these unpolluted lands, there are at least tens of catties per mu, which has almost reached the number when the shelter harvested wheat.

If someone takes care of it, it may not be too much effort to harvest two hundred catties per mu per year in the future.

No wonder the lords are thinking about it all day long. After all, the yield of these wild wheat is higher than that of the saline-alkali land in the hands of many lords.

After watching George, he couldn't forget the black land.

In his opinion, the yield of two hundred catties per mu is probably just the beginning.

The lords were extremely active in harvesting wild wheat.After all, this thing is not only easier to preserve than sweet potatoes and potatoes, but it can be stored properly for a few years.And they're tastier too.

When the flour is mixed with wheat bran and filled with water to make black bread, one mu of land is enough for a person to survive for a year in this troubled world. You must know that in peacetime, the rations of many peasant households, It's less than three hundred catties a year and it's just eating, not counting as feeding livestock.