Lord and Dragon

Chapter 2: The war turned

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7.

By the seventh day Frius was able to stand up.

I told him a lot of things these days, for example, I used to be a playboy, although I didn't have much playful capital. Then my dad left suddenly, and I was caught off guard. I had to take care of my mother and my brother, and take care of Anna Andy Anthony... And overnight, I became the lord everyone expected.

I pretended to be confident and nothing happened, but I was actually scared. Every time those people from Monka came to invade and loot, I panicked, and my heart was heavy, but I wanted to look calm, steady and well-known, and I would tell the people on this land more firmly than anyone else. We always have One day will be stronger.

I have no scruples about telling Frius about all kinds of things, including those little thoughts that have never been mentioned to anyone, without worrying that he will say it. From what I have observed, dragons don't like to talk - for so many days, he has not told me anything except to confirm that he flew over from the continent of Ikon on the other side of the sea of death. And so far he has no second person to speak to besides me.

I feel that the effort and return are not proportional.

I am hurt.

But then I was relieved. After all, I am a human and he is a dragon. I am more common, and he is less common.

I should be proud to have such a noble and rare tree hole.

8.

From the tenth day onwards, I was finally speechless.

I also stopped giving him medicines, because those medicines were really useless for Frius' recovery.

But I still insist on seeing him every day after dealing with business affairs - I think this is human nature. If a dragon suddenly appears in your backyard, although the dragon ignores you, it is not malicious and will not hurt. You, you can't help but see him every day.

Not to mention, I have been curious and fascinated by this powerful and rare life since the age of listening to the bard's stories.

As a lord, even if I manage only a very small population and land, I have business affairs to deal with every day - such as reducing the tax of the households who have been harassed by looting, such as funding the repair of my bow tower that can't shoot a few arrows, For example, mediation and arbitration of cases such as "John's cow is bitten by Jack's dog".

I knew from a young age that I would inherit my father's status and become the lord here, and I have always fantasized that when that day comes, I will lead my iron cavalry to step on the common Nas, and the sword will point to the continent of Ikang. Today, that day has come, and I have come to realize that my childhood thoughts were nothing but thoughts.

Not to mention the iron cavalry, even a piece of iron armor is rare in my only warrior unit.

Frius would walk up and down the beach silently, like a philosopher. And I sat and watched, feeling a little distressed about my ground - I always felt that every step it took, the ground was sending out an overwhelmed smack.

Sometimes he would glide a short distance in the direction of the sea, and then hover over the sea, unrestrained.

I was extremely envious in my heart. Looking at his free posture, I secretly thought that it would be great if he could fly me around one day. But I did not dare to express this desire.

It is said that powerful alchemists can build battleships that fly in the sky and sell them to rich and powerful lords at high prices.

I want to wait for my territory to grow, with money, I can probably buy such a battleship back, and I can fly in the sky.

In fact, most of the time, Frius would lie on the ground, motionless.

I think he's just as lazy as a cat.

I would lie on the other side, watch the sunset with him in silence, say goodbye to him, and ride Anthony back to the fort.

The way Frius responded to my goodbyes was to tap his noble jaw.

I'm quite satisfied with that. Because I think his head is so big, it must not be easy to nod.

9.

This regular day lasted about fifteen days.

Half a month after the last raid, Monka came over again with his troops.

I think he has tasted the sweetness. After all, with his strength, in addition to bullying me, he can only stand and be beaten by other lords.

In order to avoid hurting ordinary people, every time I encounter other lords who come to rob, I will arrange for Andy to organize guards to place the civilians in buildings near the fort for protection.

The crops of this season were just harvested two days ago, and now the granaries of the territory and the rice warehouses of every household are full. Guys like Monka have always robbed as much as they can. After this time, I am afraid that people will have to starve for nearly three months.

I saw some people with red eyes.

They said to me: "Lord Lord, let me go out, I would rather fight with them."

I didn't speak, I turned around and asked Anna to fetch my armor and sword.

Anna stood there hesitantly looking at me. I told her with my eyes that I was serious and determined.

My father used to be a famous hero in this area. When he was young, a lord next to him came to rob him. He and his soldiers fought hard and wounded nearly 100 people by himself. Those people were so frightened that they never dared to invade our territory again.

But his father was getting old and had no strength, and the wounds he suffered in the war when he was young still tormented him from time to time. He couldn't scare off the enemy so heroically anymore.

And I am an incompetent and cowardly person. The hard work of practicing martial arts or swordsmanship can easily scare me off, and my father never could bear to criticize me. So far, I understand astronomy, geography, history, music, arithmetic, architecture and machinery, but I am afraid to raise my sword and fight each other, so I can only instruct craftsmen to build stronger fortifications, and instruct everyone to hide together when the enemy strikes.

10.

I put on my armor.

Andy looked at me and asked, "Are you really going?"

I nodded.

He didn't object, just said: "Okay, you hide behind me."

11.

Our soldiers were only a thousand men, more precisely nine hundred and sixty-seven.

Monka brought four thousand men, five hundred of whom were cavalry, and were much better equipped and armed than ours.

But behind me was an army of five hundred civilians. Some of them even tried to fight the enemy with the iron guy they farmed, but they were all persuaded by Andy and I to go back. The 500 people who finally came were a relatively agile and physically strong group.

Going to the real fighting scene was even more cruel than I imagined, and my hand holding the sword was shaking.

Andy knew me better, and he put me at the end of the team. He said: "You don't have to go up and fight hard, you can just show up here."

I watched a familiar bodyguard get slashed in the right shoulder, tightened the sword in his hand, rushed up, and charged the enemy with a sword while he was not paying attention.

The guard smiled at me and said softly, "Sir..."

I waved my hand: "Go down and rest, I'll block it here."

He still wanted to fight for something, but because of his injuries, he could no longer hold a weapon. So he nodded and left the battlefield.

Our only advantage is that we are familiar with the terrain and can use the buildings in the territory as cover and obstacles to spread out the enemy. But the strength between us is too great, even if the Monka troops are severely damaged, it will soon be difficult to continue to support.

In the end, the enemy relied on the superiority of numbers to surround us, and we had to gather together, shoulder to shoulder, and fight hard against the enemies on the periphery. Watching the familiar brothers and friends fall one by one, many people's eyes are stained with sadness and even despair.

They shielded me inside, blood and tears clouding my eyes. Suddenly there was a commotion in the back of Monka's troops. I raised my head and looked up to the sky in a sense, and saw a huge black shadow rushing towards here quickly from the direction of the sea. The movements of flight are graceful, powerful and swift.

I know he's not actually black.

"Frius..." I muttered.

12

Taking advantage of this moment, Andy and the others made a way out, leading us to fight and retreat to the fortress.

At the same time, Frius quickly approached from the rear of the Monka troop, opened his mouth in mid-air, and spit out a cloud of cold air, and the soldiers of the Monka troop were instantly frozen in place.

Unexpected turnaround.

I raised my hand and directed the remaining warriors to fight back - now it's as easy as harvesting crops.

Frius let out a breath, flapped his wings, and began to hover over the two fighting armies as if nothing had happened.

Andy stared blankly at Frius, suddenly reacted to something, turned his head to look at me and said, "This is the one you used to go to the beach to see every day?"

I nodded.

"You've got serious taste," he said.

I was stunned for a moment, and then I realized that he must have remembered the nonsense about "beauty" that I lied to him at the time.

The author has something to say: This is just a short story on a whim, you don't have to worry... The hole next door will be filled