The Ravenston ranger on the top floor has already spotted Kant.
Before reaching the city gate, Fatis brought the Swadian heavy cavalry to greet him.
50 heavy cavalry on standby all the time, even the men and horses are heavily armored, even if they are covered with a layer of linen to block the scorching sun, the armor of the chain armor, the horseshoes vibrating the sand layer, splashing sand with every step The grains and the appearance of shallow pits are all terrifying.
Known as the best defense and the strongest group combat tier 4 cavalry, this reputation is not for nothing.
"Master Kant, welcome back in triumph."
Under the leadership of Fatis, everyone respectfully saluted Kant and said hello.
"Yeah." Although Kant was tired, he also cheered up and nodded.
From the departure to the salt mine, after experiencing battles, it took two days and two nights to return. It was indeed extremely difficult.
Turning his head to look at the afternoon which was approaching dusk, although the sun was not as hot as noon, it still made him sweat, Kant beckoned and said: "Hurry up and prepare food and water, don't forget to add some fresh fodder for the war horses. "
"My lord, everything is fully prepared." Fatis replied, he has always been well prepared.
"Very good." Kant was satisfied with this.
"This is what I should do."
Fatis bowed his head respectfully, his excellent qualities did not make him proud.
At the same time, he turned his head and looked at the skinny low-level wolf men who were bound together, but frowned slightly, and said in a slightly apologetic tone: "My lord, I didn't know that there were so many prisoners, so Their food and water need to be returned to the fort before they can continue to be prepared."
"Don't worry about it," Kant replied.
These gnolls have great patience, and they won't be able to die for a while.
To be on the safe side, during the two days and nights of his return, Kant ordered the prisoners to eat only a handful of food and water, which could only maintain the most basic needs. It was obviously impossible to eat enough and become energetic.
Swarmed back to the sentry oasis.
Manid, the merchant leader, and the garrisoned infantry also came to the city gate and waited respectfully.
And those peasants who were still busy, when they heard the triumphant return of the lord, they all dropped their work and rushed to the gate of the city, standing behind the soldiers, cheering and welcoming.
Kant rode his horse into the fortress.
With a smile on his face, although this is just a situation, his soldiers and farmers are celebrating from the heart.
Vanity suddenly filled his chest, making him slightly intoxicated.
Kant sighed in his heart: "No wonder the high-ranking people like to greet them. This feeling is really unusual."
Not only is it unusual, the vanity is so overwhelming that it can almost make people lose their minds. It makes the once shrewd monarch become stupid, and the good general becomes proud. Many people are ruined by these vanities.
Kant naturally understood this truth and calmed down very quickly.
It's not that his own reason is too strong.
It was the current scene of "Drehem" that made him wake up instantly.
There are not enough military buildings, the city walls are not high, there are no arrow towers and sentry towers, and there are no towers or weapon workshops. There is not even a barracks for soldiers to stay and rest. They can only sleep in tents with bonfires around them at night.
There is a shortage of houses, and the few houses can only accommodate 50 peasant women to sleep at night.
The 200 farmers also had to sleep in tents.
It seems that the sentry oasis is surrounded by city walls, soldiers are stationed, and everything is in order, but in fact, compared with the most backward North County of the Lion Principality, the most remote rocky pass, the environment is much better than here.
Turning over and dismounting, the Swadian infantry immediately came over to take the reins.
Kant also instructed: "Feed more water."
"Understood." The infantryman nodded, and led the horse towards the temporary stable.
The horses that accompany the trek are no match for the camel.
The camel is known as the boat of the desert, and it was supplemented and perfected before leaving, and there was nothing to do without eating or drinking for two days.
More delicate war horses can't do it.
During the three days of back and forth, Kant’s new horse, a carefully bred military horse from the Kingdom of Swadia, lost a circle of weight visible to the naked eye, and lost the energy before leaving. Obviously, this trip to the desert The journey made it exhausted too.
The Sarande horse of the Sarande rider, the elite desert horse of the desert bandits, was also quite tired.
Trekking in the desert consumes three times more energy than in the plains.
The soft sand layer sinks in and pulls out, which consumes energy, and every step is like this. Compared with the down-to-earth plain stone road or dirt road, these sands are hard to resist.
This is another reason why cavalry on camels in the desert is better than cavalry on horses.
Go back to the Consulate.
After Kant sat down, the peasants and peasant women who acted as servants also hurriedly brought up various kinds of food.
But still the same.
Lamb stew, toast, grilled sausages, cabbage puree.
But what surprised Kant was that there was an extra layer of reddish-brown syrup on the toast, which seemed to be coated with honey date palm sugar cubes after it melted. It adds a bit of deliciousness.
This is not dark cuisine.
I am used to eating salty and hard roasted air-dried meat and grilled sausages, these sweet foods are even more appetizing.
It's just that the quantity is a little small.
Just like the meal at the king's banquet, it is famous for its delicacy and small quantity.
Kant ate these sweet foods in three or two bites, his stomach was still rumbling, he shook his head helplessly, and asked the peasant women who were waiting beside him, "Is there any other food?"
"Yes." The peasant women's chubby faces quickly showed smiles: "It's being made in the kitchen."
"Since there is one, serve it quickly." Kant nodded and urged.
These are the 50 peasant women. The women from the Kingdom of Swadia are all about 30 years old. Just like those peasants, they are quite healthy, strong and strong, and there is no problem in plowing the fields.
A typical Swadian woman, not one of those city girls who are good for nothing but pretty.
Soon, follow-up meals were served.
The peasant woman twisted the waist of the bucket, and her two thick legs moved very fast. On the arms that were comparable to Kant's thighs, she was carrying a plate, and she came over to put down the food on it, which were two silver plates.
"My lord, this is fried fresh antelope tenderloin and fried eggs."
With a smile on her fat face, the peasant woman said very proudly, "My lord, I made it all myself."
"Oh, very good." Kant lowered his head, picked up the knife and fork and ate silently.
tasty.
The fried tenderloin is sprinkled with a little spice and salt, and the frying temperature is also good. It is also sprinkled with a sauce made of honey and cabbage. The overall combination is perfect. Compared with the original roast or stew, the taste is not the same level.
The same goes for the fried egg next to it. Although it is an ordinary poached egg, it is no less than a delicacy to Kant.
The peasant women and peasants are still waiting to be served.
Kant ate quickly, enjoying the relaxation and comfort of returning home.
Because he was eating delicious food, he also felt a sense of joy in his mind, which made him unable to stop thinking about it.
If this is a novel, perhaps those readers who have been looking forward to women must like these peasant women very much. After marrying back, they can not only have sex, but also help with housework. If they are bullied, they can be bodyguards with a kitchen knife.
"Well, they must like it if they don't have a girlfriend." Kant thought silently.
After eating the food quickly, Kant let out a satisfied breath.
Just relying on these fried foods is much better than rough fire-baked foods.
The peasant woman next to her also thoughtfully brought over a cup of date palm powder brewed with hot water. This is an after-dinner drink, and it can also be drunk as tea. The date palm flavor is very strong, but the taste is still good.
Compared with those peasants with rough hands and feet, peasant women are obviously better at serving others.
The fatigue of the journey eased slightly.
Kant wiped the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief, and ordered: "Clean up everything."
"Yes, my lord." The peasant women came over and immediately began to put away the plates, ready to take them out to wash.
Kant got up and walked out of the governing hall.
The smell of food outside is very strong, just on the street, tables and chairs are spliced together, and there are piles of food on them.
The Salanders were eating with great interest. Obviously, the fried lamb was more delicious than the roasted air-dried meat and sausages. They had eaten enough on the way.
Manid's arrangement is also very appropriate.
Seeing Kant coming out, he and the caravan leader hurried over to say hello: "I hope the food is still to your liking."
"Very good." Kant nodded with satisfaction: "The fried food is also very good."
The oil should have been bought by the caravan leader, after all, only his caravan has this kind of material.
As if aware of Kant's thoughts, the caravan leader smiled wryly and shook his head, "My lord, Mr. Manid, you didn't buy oil from me, but just bought a lot of grain and linen."
"Huh?" Kant was curious.
"Those desert antelopes are very fat, suet oil extracted from fat."
Manid replied with a smile: "Although there is a smell of mutton, but after being covered by honey and spices, the fried food tastes good, much better than the purely baked food."
"Good job." Kant couldn't help but praise.
A tank of oil in the caravan costs 500 dinars.
This is Calradia continent, the oil that is refined after slaughtering the fattest pigs. Even Kant feels that it is expensive, and he feels distressed just to improve the food.
You must know that the weekly maintenance cost of 50 desert bandits is only 800 dinars.
Of course, Kant is not short of money now.
He turned his head and smiled at the caravan leader: "I have more than 300 more Jackal captives here. I can't wait to see those cute dinars reappear in my hands."
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