The Emerald Tower

　　 Facing the young man whose blood had been mobilized, Dean didn’t wait again, and shouted straight--

　　 "Siron!"

　　 "Here, leader!"

　　 After the young militia captain answered aloud, he stood up straight.

"You lead your squad to the outpost where I was stationed before to deploy defenses-that is the place where the bandits and Tyre are the closest, if they want to withdraw into the snowy forest, there is the only way! Remember, yours The task is to deploy defenses, and report immediately when you find the trace!"

　　 "Yes, leader!"

After the young militia captain saluted a non-standard military salute, he stepped aside at Dean’s sign. Then, Dean looked at Ike and said, “Although the swords have been maintained before , But if you want a real fight, these swords are a bit worse; what's more, what you are good at is bow and arrow, right?"

　　 The young people including the two militia captains all nodded subconsciously.

　　 And Ike, who has been staring at Dean, said with some embarrassment: "But there are no bows and arrows in our warehouse?"

　　 "Not there, but there are in Tyre Town. As Tyre Town where hunters are concentrated, every household will have a Tibetan bow!"

　　 With the exit of such words, the young people in the hall were all taken aback-obviously, they thought of something bad.

Using some excuses to forcibly confiscate the belongings of the common people is really common for the nobles. Although Baron Tyre has not done it before, the surrounding barons often do such things. Young people living in Tyre. Naturally it is heard.

　　 What's more, bows and arrows were confiscated this time—for hunters’ families, bows and arrows are the foundation of survival, and everyone knows it well.

　　 Unless it is at the last moment, no hunter will take out his bow and arrow as collateral.

　　 Suddenly, the atmosphere in the entire hall was suffocated, as if it was about to freeze.

However, Dean would not give these young people who had just gathered up a chance to think about it. He took out a money bag and threw it at the thin militia captain: "There are twenty Kimptons in it. Fifteen is enough for you to buy a batch of bows and arrows to equip everyone! The remaining five require you to buy a lot of food. After you leave the barracks, there is no more food for that post!"

The young people who originally thought that Dean had some bad thoughts, at this time, all bowed their heads in shame, the thin militia captain was flushed, and the other militia captain looked at Dean excitedly— —Obviously, he didn't expect that Dean would specifically consider their food.

　　 In fact, in Xilun's heart, they deployed the defense this time. If they could bring the leftover food from the celebration party as dry food, it would be the best thing.

However, his natural way is an extravagant hope. The most likely thing is the dry food made of hard rye, buckwheat and some wild vegetables in the barracks kitchen-in fact, most of the time in the barracks, they all This is what I eat; even after using the fire to heat it up, it seems to be gnawing a piece of dry soil.

　　 As for buying again?

　　 Such a thing is no longer an extravagant hope, Xiron can't even think about it.

　　 But things that I didn’t even dare to think were realized in this way.

　　 Looking at the young man sitting there and continuing to arrange the tasks for the remaining people, Xiron had an inexplicable feeling for the first time-I wish Lord Dean could sit here forever and be our leader.

　　Undoubtedly, this feeling is definitely not just Xiron alone, but the young people who went to the garrison are all looking at Dean excitedly.

　　 As for the former head Potts?

　　 Of course, it is better to never come back.

　　 Dean doesn't know the voice of young people, but looking at the expressions of these young people, Dean can guess one or two.

　　 And this is exactly what he needs-he wants these young people to be brought under his command all at once, even if these people are simple and simple, it is impossible.

　　 Except for the accumulated time, it is natural to experience such a combination of grace and power again and again.

Of course, for these simple young people in front of them,'en' is undoubtedly more important-the hunter’s longbow, although also called the longbow, is different from the longbow provided by Longlang, but a simplified one. After all, the hunters’ longbows are made by themselves.

　　Although it's pretty good, it's impossible to reach the level of a real bowmaker. Apart from the materials, it's more about craftsmanship.

　　 Therefore, the value of the hunter’s ‘longbow’ is several times lower than that of a real bow maker.

　　 Under normal circumstances, a longbow made of high-quality materials but made by an unknown bowmaker, at most six or seven silver horns.

　　 Normally, the price of a longbow made by an unknown bowmaker is two or three times higher than the price of a longbow made by a hunter, or even higher.

　　 Therefore, fifteen Kimptons, one hundred and fifty silver horns, want to buy about thirty "longbows" made by hunters, it is more than enough, even more than doubled.

　　 "The regiment, head, this is too much, if you buy a bow and arrow, half of it is almost the same!"

　　 The thin militia captain took the money bag in his hand, as if he was extremely hot, and handed it to Dean, stammering to Dean.

"Then you will choose a longbow of sufficient value for me, and enough bows and arrows. Remember, these are the weapons that you want to use, and you can't have any carelessness, because this is related to your lives— Now, Captain Ike, I order you to lead enough people to buy bows and arrows. Can it be done?"

　　 Dean did not take the money bag at all, he looked at the thin militia captain in front of him, and said very solemnly.

"can!"

　　 The thin militia captain replied loudly, and then, under Dean's gaze, ordered six of his companions, turned and walked outside the barracks.

　　 "Siron!"

　　 Dean shouted.

　　 "Here!"

　　 The remaining militia captain immediately replied loudly.

　　 "Before Ike comes back, you lead your people to rest and replace the people on duty with auxiliary soldiers!"

　　 Dean ordered.

　　 "Yes, leader!"

　　 The militia captain saluted the military again, then turned and left.

　　 Compared to before, this military salute is undoubtedly a bit more standard.

　　……

　　 In the evening sunset, when the snow on both sides of the road in front of the general camp was stained with a layer of red, Ike returned to the barracks with his six companions.

Not only did they successfully bring back long bows and arrows enough for 30 people to use, but also a lot of food, so that six strong young men collapsed on the floor of the hall when they returned to the barracks. Panting and need other people to help, take things off.

　　 Xiron ran over first, took out one of the longbows and several arrows and handed them to Dean.

Holding the longbows and arrows handed by his subordinates, Dean can be sure that they are definitely the best longbows and arrows in the hands of hunters. Although there are no arrows and bow tires made of pure steel, they are all made of It is made of tough and high-quality birch wood-and this is definitely not a simple matter. At least from the initial selection of materials to oil immersion, to drying and other processes, it takes nearly a year, plus the subsequent adjustments to the bowstring , And the maintenance of the longbow, this time and energy will be spent more.

　　 Undoubtedly, the thin militia captain is doing this very carefully.

　　 Not only does the Kimpton he spends is worth the money, it even exceeds some - and the extra part is naturally the result of the efforts of Ike and others.

　　 After all, some things cannot be bought with money.

Just like the birch bow in his hand, it is definitely a weapon and survival tool that every hunter loves. It has no relationship. No matter how much Kimpton spends, it is just a waste of effort-don't underestimate the mountain people. The stubborn temper, and the Tyre leader, who is the representative of the mountain people, is even more so.

　　 "Ike, well done!"

As Dean spoke, he took out three Kimptons and placed them in the hands of the thin militia captain. In the face of meritorious subordinates, Dean would never be stingy with rewards, not to mention these in his hands. The longbow is worth making up for the difference. Dean checked it again and was very sure.

　　 What's more, Dean can't feel at ease to let his subordinates'make up' the difference for him.

　　 "Team, leader, this, this..."

　　 The militia captain sitting on the floor immediately jumped up and looked at Kimpton in his hand at a loss.

"One of them is a reward for you and the six people who completed the task this time. As for how to distribute it, it depends on you!" Dean said, sitting back in his position, and then pointed his finger at himself. His eyes said: "The rest is the price difference of these longbows-I don't want to be mistaken by others, I do it for selfishness!"

　　 "Everyone is voluntary, and the Kimpton you gave to the leader is enough..."

　　 The thin militia captain explained it hard.

　　 "We all know these things ~www.readwn.com~ But what about others? Especially some of my enemies, who absolutely don't mind splashing me with dirty water and let them become a stain in my life!"

Dean straightforwardly pulled the relationship between the two parties, and he meant to say-integrate himself into a group, establish mutual interest relations, and the appearance of an imaginary enemy who wants to compete for these interests will undoubtedly be more Close the relationship between each other.

　　 Although it is not good for some simple young people to use such methods, Dean has to use some methods if he wants to gather the team around him in a short time.

"Siron, now choose suitable bows and arrows and enough food. Then, take your spears and start to go to the outpost. Every other day, I need to know the news there. You can take two horses away. Prepare to send the letter! Remember, I only need to arm and monitor, not fight!"

　　 Dean exhorted again.

　　 "Yes, leader!"

Xilun replied loudly, and started preparing with his team, while Ike and others on the side also began to help their companions and friends prepare, and from time to time they sent some words of blessing—as if It's the first time recruits on the battlefield, even if their mission seems very simple.

And Dean, who was sitting in the chair, slowly moved his sight. When he saw the sky outside the door that was dyed red by the setting sun, like a cloud of blood, he couldn't help but meditately said: " The **** battle... it will last a long time!"

　　 PS is so decadent late... I'm sorry to say~~~ I ask for your support again~~~