The servants scratched the wall, showing half of their heads and looking out. Lehman stood under the wall and asked bitterly, "Idiot, what do you see? Talk to me. Do you want to make me anxious to death?"
The servants on the wall opened their eyes wide, staring at the movement in the barracks diagonally opposite. But no matter how long they watched, they didn't notice the chaos in their master's hope.
One of the servants turned his head down and said bitterly, "Master, the barbarians on the opposite side are indeed fine. They are neither poisoned nor run around."
"Stupid." Lehman couldn't help being angry and kicked the ladder that built the wall. The ladder leaned, the servant above screamed and fell, and the people led the ladder to knock Lehman himself down. The other servants hurriedly came to pull, and the cry of oops was endless.
Lehman was smashed by the wooden ladder in the eyes of Venus, and even kicked the servants. He was really annoyed in his heart, and he lifted the fallen ladder up and climbed up the wall to look in the direction of the barracks.
Coldwind City used to be a military fortress against demons, and the military camp was a small fortress in the city. It has no open doors, but has permanent fortifications. Hundreds of people were squeezed in front of the fortifications, and they were slowly lining up to enter.
It really doesn't look like something is going to happen, but it's orderly.
"Where are the people who were sent to deliver food last night? They didn't say what's going on inside?" Lehman turned his head and asked the servant on the escalator underneath.
Several servants looked at each other and shook their heads. It took a while before someone whispered: "Master, I sent someone to feed the barbarians last night. But the things went in, but the people didn't come out."
"Really didn't come out?"
"It really didn't come out."
One question, several answers, the more we ask, the stranger it becomes.
Yesterday's farce-like duel caused the Vice-City Lord's face to lose face, and also damaged the subordinate knights. Naturally, this kind of humiliation cannot be let go. It wasn't dark, Lehman's secret calculation came—if I couldn't beat you, I would use the name of Longlegs to poison me.
This routine is simple, and after seeing through it, you will feel it is not worth mentioning. But Lehman used this trick to deal with an unknown number of people, and it was effective-the result was'the meat bun hits the dog, there is no return'.
In order to bring down all of Zhou Qingfeng's manpower at once, His Excellency Lehman gave up a lot of money. But food and wine were sent in, and there was no response at all. He pinched the time to send someone to collect the corpse in the middle of the night, only to find that it was nice in the barracks.
Then Lehman sent people to bewitch the hungry people to attack the barracks. Those who could be agitated were all identified from a distance and were shot one by one. Only then did he realize that he had really kicked the iron plate, and he had to come and see in person.
After seeing it, I couldn't see any clues, on the contrary, it made Lehman's brain very messy. He stepped down from the ladder with a calm face, and asked sharply, "Do those barbarians even have anything to buy?"
The servants still shook their heads, "That gang of barbarians are indeed a little different. They won't come out after entering the barracks, and they can't even see anyone outside. We were scolded and chased away even if we wanted to send people closer, let alone bribed."
This is a team that has never been heard of before, and it is different everywhere. Lehman had a stunned "mouse drags the tortoise, no way to start". He had lived for so many years and had encountered such a disciplined force for the first time.
Seeing that their master was about to become ashamed and angry again, the servants said quickly: "The barbarians seem to be recruiting craftsmen. We have already sent people to get in. It will not take long to set them on fire and they will definitely be burned to death."
Listening to send someone in, Lehman put up the ladder again, wanting to see the situation. At the gate of the military camp tens of meters away, teams of more than 100 people have entered the training ground one after another, waiting to be screened.
There is no agriculture in Coldwind City, so if you want to make money, you must rely on handicrafts. There are quite a lot of artisans in the city, and all the rich and powerful will raise a group. If you don't raise it, you can't even solve the pots and pans in life.
But the Phils family of Banshee Castle was stimulated by Zhou Qingfeng, and in order to force other city owners to yield, they directly cut off the food supply for the rebels. This forced the alienated forces into a great predicament, and also put the bottom of the cities in desperation.
Zhou Qingfeng ordered the craftsmen to house Coldwind City, and the number of people who came here far exceeded expectations. Thousands of people appeared outside the barracks in one breath, all hungry people with hungry chests and backs.
The need for relief by so many people is completely beyond the capacity of the Harmonious Village team. Wilson, as the chairman of the craftsman, was happy and anxious. He was not only happy that Zhou Qingfeng was willing to give food, but was also afraid that the team would be too large, so he forced Zhou Qingfeng to stop taking shelter.
Watching more and more hungry people enter the barracks, Zhou Qingfeng was expressionless, and Luke and others' faces were extremely ugly. Who hasn't been hungry these years? All people have extremely painful memories of hunger. No one likes to send food out.
In order to survive, but also to cling, no human face can be taken care of. Wilson was willing to be a dog in front of Zhou Qingfeng, but as soon as he turned his head, he gritted his teeth and summoned the backbone of the Artisans Association with only one order...
"Now food is life, and only Master Hugo can save us. But Master Hugo's kindness cannot be endless. Therefore, people who are not from our Artisans Association must not accept them. Who dares to let people go, I will kill first he."
There is no need to explain this, everyone understands it. There is no need for Zhou Qingfeng to do any mobilization, and the artisans who are in custody organize spontaneously. They have their own set of criteria to determine who can get relief, and are merciless to those who want to get through.
The crowd entering the training ground of the barracks was quickly cleared out of more than one hundred. Either they are not members of the Artisan Association, or they are considered technically inadequate, or they simply have private enmities.
The craftsmen who were confirmed to be able to stay naturally breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately turned around to drive out those who were not recognized. When disputes broke out, Wilson even borrowed weapons from armed civilians and expelled him by force without hesitation.
Blood was quickly seen on the training ground, crying and crying. Zhou Qingfeng stood on the sidelines and turned a blind eye. He called Wilson at most and whispered: "Young women and children can stay, but they must be closely guarded.
In addition, a combat-capable team must be organized. You should be very clear about how I manage civilian husbands in the Black Forest and follow the old rules.
Groups of five, three groups of one team, three teams in a row. Give me good management of people, and you are a man of merit. Anyone who disobeys orders will be put to death. "
Wilson was on the verge of death and Zhou Qingfeng was killed again. He was convinced at the moment and strictly followed any orders. To protect the interests of Master Hugo is to protect his own interests.
It's just that so many hungry people are suddenly accommodated, and the food carried in the team is not enough to eat, and it will be run out of food within a few days. Luke suggested to Zhou Qingfeng, thinking about how to make the craftsmen eat less.
Zhou Qingfeng waved his hand, "Make it early for lunch. Everyone is full and ready to go out and find someone to fight. Trust me, someone has already prepared the food and is waiting for us to get it."
Luke heard Zhou Qingfeng's affirmation and immediately understood what was going to happen. Outside the barracks, Lord Lehman, who was expecting to see a mess, kicked his servants everywhere again.
"Didn't you send someone into it? Why did you get bombed out again? Why are you useless? Lord, what can I expect from you? If those barbarians come to kill me, will you just make a fuss like this? "
The Vice-City Master scolded vigorously, and the servants underneath looked at each other, all in silence.