I have a Mount and Blade panel and I kill people in the Game of Thrones

Although Stannis's ability to govern his territory is not very good, he also has his say.

Where is his fiefdom, Dragonstone?

The place was sparsely populated and barren, and the people there could only make a living by catching fish, shrimps and crabs.

Apart from the rich dragon crystal minerals buried under the land and several fortresses and temples built by the Long family, the place is pitifully poor.

So naturally he doesn't have much experience in governing, and there is no need for him to understand these things.

Therefore, Stannis was naturally confident in blaming Lyon.

Currently, Eastwatch is home to almost all of the Night's Watch, and even Castle Black has been nearly abandoned.

If not, just to take care of the daily living needs of the 100,000 savages, the dozens of Night Watchmen in Eastwatch would find it difficult to cope even if they worked to their limits.

Lyon saw the refugee camp that was like hell on earth and walked in without saying a word.

At the door of the tent, a Night's Watch Oathsworn holding a two-handed sword was stationed there. His cloak was covered in mud and he had no time to wash it. His tough face was full of fatigue. When he saw Leon and others getting off the boat, his empty eyes seemed to finally light up.

"Commander-in-Chief..."

"Samwell, how did you end up like this?"

What Lyon didn't expect was that the person guarding the freeman's camp would be Sam.

Even though Leon hadn't seen him for a long time, he was still shocked by the change in him.

If you ignore his tired face, you will find that Sam's temperament has changed dramatically. His original body of 200 to 300 kilograms has become as slim as a normal person. This is due to the genetic genes of the military family Tully, which makes his body look like it has been carved by a knife and an axe. Because of long-term use of two-handed swords, his arms are stronger than others, but this is not fat, but solid muscles formed by long-term exercise.

His originally good-looking face looked even more heroic after he lost weight, but the worry between his brows diluted the heroic look.

Leon used the troop function on the panel to check Sam's attributes and was immediately shocked. Unknowingly, Sam had surpassed the ability of a 6th-level global defender and advanced to a lord-level hero.

"My Lord Commander, Lord Spithuum has gone to Grey Crow Village to arrest the wildlings who have escaped. Grand Maester Aemon is leading half of the Night's Watch to make lime to curb the plague, and the remaining half has been sent out to find food. I am the most useless one, and I can only guard the gate."

Sam sounded aggrieved as he spoke, and his eyes even showed that he was blaming Leon for making the decision without thinking.

"Commander-in-Chief, are you not prepared to receive these 100,000 savages heading south?"

Davos, who was standing by, couldn't help but ask when he saw the miserable situation in the camp.

"Olaf, let me ask you, when Mance Rayder gathered a hundred thousand wildlings, did he not think about raising enough food and fodder?"

After listening to Davos' question, Lyon immediately looked at Olaf with a fierce look, as if if the other party didn't answer him correctly, Lyon would turn into a Thenn berserker.

Feeling the boundless murderous intent from Leon, even the cannibalistic Olaf was trembling with fear at this moment, and replied with sweat dripping down his face:

"My Lord Commander, Mance Rayder has indeed prepared enough food..."

However, Olaf only said half of his words before his eyes flickered and he dared not look at Leon.

"go on."

When Leon saw Olaf's evasive look when he spoke, he became furious and kicked him directly.

Olaf then finished the rest of his words in one go:

"After finally escaping to the south of the Great Wall, many people took all the food and continued to flee further south. Some people ate and drank as if they had survived a disaster. In addition, the giants were particularly good at eating and drinking... The food that Mance Rayder had originally prepared for 100,000 people for a month didn't even last a week."

As Olaf spoke, he lowered his head in shame.

Sam was a soft-hearted person, and he quickly stopped Leon who was about to get angry and said:

"Commander-in-Chief, our food reserves can actually last for a while, but there was a problem with the allocation, and those free people started snatching food..."

"How long can this last?"

"This?" Leon's sudden question interrupted Sam's thoughts. He recalled the size of the storage room in his mind, opened his mouth, and replied after a long time:

"I have no idea……"

"You don't know? As someone who dreams of becoming a bachelor, you would say you don't know?"

Leon was almost laughing at Sam's honesty.

As a captain who once owned a ship, Davos had some experience he wanted to share with Lyon.

But before he could say anything, Stannis stopped him in time and warned him to shut up with his eyes.

But Leon didn't care about the little tricks between the king and his subject, but stretched out his hand to Sam and said:

"Take the account book."

Sam decisively took out a leather-covered notebook from his pocket and handed it to Leon.

Leon just glanced at the content and asked with obvious dissatisfaction:

"Only one?"

"Yes, the expenses were recorded, but since we received so many freedmen at once, we were short-handed and overwhelmed, so a lot of it was not recorded."

The account book that Sam handed over was so disorganized that it gave people a headache to read. It was impossible to accurately determine any useful information from it.

"How do you usually distribute supplies?"

Finally, Leon pinched his sore temples and said weakly.

"If someone comes to ask for it, give it to them..."

Sam's answer was extremely frank and sounded simple, but it made Leon feel deeply powerless from the inside out.

Just as Sam was about to explain something, Leon waved his hand, and the former tactfully shut his mouth and prepared to be scolded.

However, seeing the devastated freeman refugee camp, Lyon no longer had the energy to get angry.

"Sam, take me to the storeroom to count the supplies left. Also, Olaf, go to all the chiefs in the united camp and tell them that all free people have one day to return. Anyone who exceeds this deadline will be considered a wildling. If you catch them, you will be sent to build the Great Wall for me."

Olaf set out at once to seek out the chieftains and elders of the camp.

"Lord Commander? What can I do?"

Jon, who had been unable to get a word in, asked hurriedly.

"I have an important task for you. Go and collect the minimum daily food needs of ten free families, and then give me the median value. You don't understand what the median value is..."

Stannis originally treated Lyon as a laughing stock. After all, anyone who took over such a mess would have a headache.

However, what surprised him was that Lyon did not seek help from himself or any other scholar, but resolutely handled the civil affairs himself. Moreover, seeing that he issued orders in an orderly manner, he could not help but put away the mocking look on his face.