The peasants stood up in high spirits.
"very good."
Kant nodded in satisfaction.
These 50 Swadian farmers will be the population base of the "Dherim" village in the future.
In the future development, they will mostly be the main force.
This is not a game. Kant only needs to lead the soldiers to fight. He also needs a certain number of farmers to help him take care of the village, so that the village with only one ruling hall will grow stronger and stronger.
Similarly, these 50 Swadian farmers have also solved the current security risks.
The 20 cavalrymen from the Principality of Lions have already left, causing great concerns about Kant and the current sentry oasis.
Those Gnolls who escaped will never let it go. They may form a team at any time to fight back, rob the oasis where they used to live, and have a fierce military conflict with Kant.
After all, the sentry oasis is still at the forefront of danger.
With only 10 Swadian militiamen and 20 Swadian recruits, it is too weak.
The joining of these farmers has greatly alleviated this threat.
At the very least, they held long-handled sickles and formed a tight formation. With those jackals who didn't even have much iron, it was undoubtedly a bit whimsical to break through their defenses.
"Development is still needed." Kant thought in his mind.
According to the system interface, the current village only has the simple building of the governing hall.
Other buildings, such as houses, walls, imitations, watchtowers, and wells, require investment of money and time to build, just as cumbersome as real construction.
This made Kant helpless.
Money and time are exactly what he needs most.
First of all, the jackal would not give him this time.
What's more, his funds are currently only 1,000 dinars obtained after completing the main task of building a village.
There is one thing that Kant regrets.
It is the currency of this world, whether it is a small silver coin, a large silver coin, or a more expensive gold coin.
Neither can be converted to the dinar required by the system.
"There is a long way to go."
Kant couldn't help shaking his head and giving a wry smile.
... ... ...
The bright moonlight shrouded the earth.
In the desert, the temperature control effect of vegetation has been lost, and the slightest chill has begun to appear.
It was getting dark.
The sentry oasis is still busy.
Camping for 80 people is no small feat.
At present, the only administrative hall is a two-story stone building, but the overall area is not too large, at most more than 500 square meters, which is equivalent to a single villa in China.
It is obviously impossible to squeeze in 80 people.
Kant had other plans.
Thirty soldiers entered the governing hall to rest, while 50 peasants set up tents around the governing hall.
On the three carriages, Kant brought quite a lot of daily necessities.
Including larger multi-person tents, as well as woolen sweaters to keep out the cold, are completely enough for these 50 farmers to spend tonight.
There is also Kant's reason for such an arrangement.
In other words, a trade-off.
In any case, the 10 Swadian militiamen and 20 Swadian recruits belong to Kant's current combat force, and even losing one of them would make him feel heartbroken.
This is related to future army building, and it is absolutely impossible to treat it as a consumable at will.
The 30 soldiers who are on duty at night are also the main ones.
Therefore, they need to rest better to deal with crises that may arise at any time.
The 50 peasants outside the governing hall, because of their superiority in numbers, can quickly assemble under the reminder of the soldiers on duty even if they are in danger, forming a dense array to protect themselves, and there will be no major casualties.
Reality is often cruel.
The so-called protection is sometimes a woman's benevolence.
Kant is not pedantic.
On the contrary, he understands the concept of value and knows how to use the smallest price in exchange for higher returns.
"Okay, let's move faster!"
Kant urged, so that the tent could be set up earlier to avoid long nights and dreams.
At the same time, several bonfires were also lit, using the tents and wood from the wolf man tribe as fuel, burning blazingly, releasing a wave of heat, which dispelled some of the chill of the night.
The camp next to the sentry oasis is basically still set up.
A militiaman came quickly and reported to Kang Dehui: "Lord Lord, your room has been packed."
"Understood." Kant nodded.
His room is on the second floor of the governing hall, which is protected by 10 Swadian militiamen. In the hall downstairs, 20 Swadian recruits are also preparing to ensure that Kant is safe.
People from the system themselves exist as Kant's existence.
So in terms of loyalty, you can rest assured.
Looking at the bright galaxy in the sky, a chill also chilled Kant's whole body.
"Be careful."
After opening his mouth to remind, Kant walked towards the governing hall.
Go up the stairs in the corner of the living room to the second floor. Kant's room is the innermost one, and the militiamen have already cleaned it up.
The room is by the window, just facing the pond
Kant looked up, and the soft light in the night spread over the pond. With the wind blowing the water surface, the sparkling light made him intoxicated by the beautiful scenery.
Kant couldn't help admiring: "This is really beautiful."
This is the first time he has come to the Nalun Desert and enjoyed such a breathtaking scenery.
Unlike the rough desert, this is soft beauty.
But he quickly restrained his mind and looked at his own room.
Kant knew that he would probably live here for a long time in the future.
In a space of about 10 square meters, there are wooden beds and wardrobes made of wood, as well as tables and chairs of the same rough workmanship. Overall, the layout is simple and crowded, and it is just the decoration of ordinary civilians.
The bed is a single bed with a linen mattress and wool and cotton quilt.
Standard Swadian style.
Although the room looked shabby, it was tidy and clean.
The main thing is that there is no peculiar smell.
"very nice."
Kant was satisfied with this, and being able to sleep in a protected room and a safe wooden bed was much better than sleeping in those shallow grave-like pits that were hastily dug outside.
Although he is the youngest son of the Duke, he is not incapable of suffering.
He took off the light crossbow and quiver on his back and placed them neatly on the table. At the same time, he took off the linen robe used to protect him from the wind and sand, slapped it a few times, and hung it in the closet.
But Kant did not take off his shirt and trousers, and kept his dagger beside him.
Although there is a room next to 10 Swadian militiamen, it is always good to maintain due vigilance, at least there will be no unresponsive response to any emergencies, so as to save you from being in a hurry.
Unfolding the quilt, Kant lay down on the bed and fell asleep.
It seems that after a long journey and another fight, Kant is sleeping soundly now.
It was the crisp birdsong in his ears that woke him up.
"twitter."
Kant opened his eyes slightly, and fell into a drowsy sleep.
Standing by the window were two unknown little birds, which seemed to be sparrows, but they looked a bit khaki, chirping and beating, beating the wooden window sill with their small beaks.
The morning light shines into the room through the window, and the sky is already bright.
"Well."
Kant lifted the quilt, and the Nalun Desert in the early morning was still a bit cold.
But he knew that it wouldn't be long before the temperature would rise rapidly, reaching an unacceptable level of heat.
After getting dressed again, Kant stood by the bed and looked outside.
The vast sea of sand spreads in the distance, and the khaki-yellow appearance seems to be a big mouth that swallows everything. There is only a little loose green nearby, which brings some stability and relaxation.
This is the sentry oasis.
The clear spring water reflects the slight light, and the gravel and stones at the bottom can be easily seen at a depth of half a meter.
Kant couldn't help feeling: "This is really beautiful."
Yes, compared to the Nalun Desert, this oasis is like a paradise.
A piece of heaven that belongs to him.
Frowning slightly, Kant also found that there was a lot of filth in this paradise.
Gnoll's messy tents were still on both sides of the lake, including the perennial household garbage, and even feces, all piled up indiscriminately, without the slightest concept of hygiene.
This is a defilement of the oasis!
However, to his peace of mind, there are already Swadian farmers sorting out the garbage.
After all, this will soon be the area where they live, and the messy garbage is piled up together. These farmers who love cleanliness and beautiful rural scenery can't stand it at all, and they are cleaning up spontaneously.
"Dang Dang Dang."
The door knocked, and a voice came from outside: "My lord, the breakfast is finished, do you want to eat now?"
It was the Swadian militia from before.
"I'm going down to eat now." Kant responded.
After closing the window again, Kant walked out of the room, where a burly militiaman was waiting respectfully.
Kant asked, "What's breakfast?"
"Slices of bread, including a stew of dried meat and cabbage," the militiaman replied.
"Dried meat and cabbage stew?"
Kant was stunned, and walked down the stairs, wondering: "I don't remember we have cabbage." After a pause, Kant seemed to think of something: "The cabbage that comes with the administration hall?"
"Yes."
The Swadian militiaman nodded: "There are 500 breads in the storage room, 250 air-dried meats, and 100 cabbages."
"So much?" Kant raised his eyebrows slightly.
These breads, air-dried meat, and cabbages are all calculated in hundreds, which is indeed a huge amount.
But the militiaman hesitated for a moment and said, "It's only for 10 days."
Kant was shocked: "10 days?"
The militiaman nodded: "Yes, Lord Lord, we must find more food, otherwise we will run out of food in 10 days. Even if we save rations, we can only last about 15 days."
Coming outside the governing hall, the shrubs on the sand are lush with greenery.
But Kant lost the nature of appreciation, and frowned, "How can you eat so much?"
Around, 50 Swadian farmers were leveling the oasis, cleaning up the trampled jackal tents, as well as the garbage and excrement everywhere.
Ten Swadian militiamen are patrolling with heavy spears covered in iron at the front.
On the surrounding sand dunes, 20 Swadian recruits had already dispersed to form a guard post.
"All right."
Kant nodded, his face a little dignified: "The food for 80 people is really enough."
PS: The Sultanate of Salander is too halal, I dare not write about it! Desert Riswadia knights are also very strong, ahem, don’t worry everyone, desert bandits, I will upgrade them and arrange them to be Mamluks!
(end of this chapter)