Lord of the Oasis

The peasants stood in high spirits.

"very good."

Kant nodded in satisfaction.

These 50 Swadian peasants will be the population base of the future "Dehrim" village.

In the future development, they will be the main force.

This is not a game. Kant only needs to fight with his soldiers. He also needs a certain number of peasants to help him take care of the village and make this village with only one consular hall grow stronger and stronger.

Similarly, these 50 Swadian farmers have also solved the current security risks.

The 20 cavalrymen of the Principality of Lions have left, causing great concern to Kant and the current sentry oasis.

Those gnolls who have escaped will never give up, they may form a team at any time and come back again, snatch the oasis where they once lived, and have a fierce military conflict with Kant.

After all, Sentinel Oasis is still at the forefront of danger.

Only 10 Swadian militiamen and 20 Swadian recruits are too weak.

The participation of these farmers has greatly alleviated such threats.

At the very least, they formed a tight array with long-handled scythes. With those gnolls who didn't even have many iron weapons, it was undoubtedly a bit whimsical to break through their lines of defense.

"It still needs development." Kant calculated in his heart.

According to the system interface, the current village only has the humble building of the Consulate.

Other structures, such as houses, fences, imitations, watchtowers, wells, require an investment of money and time to construct, just as tedious as the real construction.

This makes Kant helpless.

Money and time are exactly what he needs most.

First of all, the gnoll wouldn't give him that 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 Kant regrets.

It is the currency of this world, whether it is a small silver coin, a large silver coin, or the more expensive gold coin.

Neither can be converted to the dinars required by the system.

"There's a long way to go."

Kant couldn't help but shook his head and smiled bitterly.

………………

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 dark.

The Sentinel Oasis is still in full swing.

Camping for 80 people is no small thing.

At present, the only administrative hall, although it is a two-story stone building, the overall area is not 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 arranged otherwise.

Thirty soldiers entered the Consulate to rest, while 50 farmers set up tents around the Consulate.

On the three carriages, Kant brought a lot of living materials.

Including larger multi-person tents and sweaters to keep out the cold, it was enough for the 50 farmers to spend the night.

This arrangement also has Kant's reasoning.

Or rather, the way to go.

In any case, the 10 Swadian militias and 20 Swadian recruits belong to the main combat force currently possessed by Kant, and even the loss of 1 person will make him feel heartache.

This is related to future troop construction, and can never be treated as consumables at will.

On duty at night, these 30 soldiers are the main ones.

Therefore, they need to rest better to deal with the crisis that may arise at any time.

The 50 peasants outside the Consultative Hall, because of their superior numbers, can quickly gather under the reminder of the soldiers on duty even if they encounter 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 the benevolence of women.

Kant is not pedantic.

On the contrary, he understands the concept of value and knows how to use the smallest price to exchange for a higher return.

"Okay, let's move fast!"

Kant urged, so that the tent could be set up sooner, so as to avoid long nights of dreams.

At the same time, several bonfires were also lit, using the tents and wood of these gnoll tribes as fuel, burning roaringly, releasing a heat that dispelled the chill of the night.

The camp next to the sentry oasis is basically still built.

Some militiamen came quickly and reported to Kangdehui: "Lord Lord, your room has been tidied up."

"Got it." Kant nodded.

His room was on the second floor of the Consulate Hall and was protected by 10 Swadian militiamen. In the hall downstairs, 20 Swadian recruits were also preparing to ensure that Kant was safe.

People from the system themselves exist as Kant.

So in terms of loyalty, you can rest assured.

Looking at the bright star river in the sky, a chill also made Kant feel cold all over.

"Be careful."

After opening the mouth to remind, Kant walked towards the Consulate Hall.

Go up the second floor along the stairs in the corner of the living room. Kant's room is the innermost, which has been cleaned up by the militiamen.

The room is by the window, just facing the pond

Kant looked up and saw the soft light sprinkled in the night, spread out on the pond, with the wind blowing the water surface, sparkling, a beautiful scenery, let him indulge.

Kant couldn't help but admire: "This is really beautiful."

This is the first time he has come to the Narun Desert to enjoy such a breathtaking view.

Unlike the rough desert, this is soft beauty.

But he quickly calmed down and looked at his room.

Kant knew that he would probably live here for a long time in the future.

With a space of about 10 square meters, there are wooden beds and wardrobes made of wood, as well as tables and chairs with the same rough workmanship. Overall, the layout is simple and crowded, just the decoration of ordinary civilians.

The bed is a single bed with a linen mattress and a quilt made of wool and cotton.

Standard Swadian style.

Although the room looked simple, it was neatly tidied up.

Mainly there is no smell.

"not bad."

Kant was satisfied with this. Being able to sleep in a protected room and a safe wooden bed was much better than sleeping in the shallow pits that were dug out hastily.

Although he is the youngest son of the Duke, he is not incapable of suffering.

He untied the light crossbow and quiver on his back and placed them on the table neatly. At the same time, he took off the linen robe that was used to block the wind and sand, and slapped it a few times before hanging it in the closet.

However, Kant did not take off his shirt and trousers, and the dagger remained by his side.

Although the room of the 10 Swadian militiamen is next to it, it is always good to maintain due vigilance, at least if there is any emergency, there will be no unresponsiveness, which will save you from scrambling.

Unrolling the quilt, Kant lay on the bed and fell asleep.

It seems that after a long journey and another fight, Kant is sleeping soundly now.

The crisp bird chirping in his ears awakened his mind.

"twitter."

Kant opened his eyes slightly and fell asleep.

There were two unknown birds standing beside the window. They looked like sparrows, but their appearance was a little khaki. They chirped and beat the wooden windowsill with their small beaks.

The morning light shone into the room through the window, and it was already bright.

"Well."

Kant lifted the quilt, and the Naron Desert in the early morning was still a bit cold.

But he knew that it wouldn't be long before the temperature rose rapidly to unacceptably hot.

Getting dressed again, Kant stood by the bed and looked out.

The vast sea of ​​sand spread in the distance, and the khaki-colored appearance was like a mouth that swallowed everything. There was only a little sparse greenery nearby, which brought a bit of stability and relaxation.

This is a sentry oasis.

The clear spring water reflects a faint light, and at a depth of half a meter, you can easily see the gravel and stones at the bottom.

Kant couldn't help but sigh: "This is really beautiful."

Yes, this oasis is like paradise compared to the Narun Desert.

A paradise for him.

Frowning slightly, Kant also found that there is a lot of filth in this paradise.

The messy tents of the gnolls are still on both sides of the lake, including those perennial household garbage and even feces, which are piled up randomly, and there is no concept of hygiene at all.

This is a defilement of the oasis!

However, what reassured him was that there were already peasants in Swadia sorting out the rubbish.

After all, this is the area where they live, and the messy garbage is piled up together. These farmers who love clean and tidy and admire the beautiful pastoral scenery can't stand it at all, and they are cleaning up spontaneously.

"Dangdangdang."

There was a knock on the door, and a voice came from outside: "Lord, breakfast is ready, do you want to eat it now?"

It's the Swadian militia from before.

"I'm going to eat now." Kant responded.

Closing the window again, Kant walked outside the room, where a sturdy militiaman was respectfully waiting.

Kant asked, "What is breakfast?"

"Bread slices, including a bisque of dried meat and cabbage," the militiaman replied.

"Air-dried meat and stewed cabbage bisque?"

Kant was stunned for a moment. He walked down the stairs and wondered, "I don't remember that we have cabbage." After a while, Kant also seemed to have thought of something: "The cabbage that comes with the consulate?"

"Yes."

The Swadian militiaman nodded: "The storage room has 500 pieces of bread, 250 pieces of dried meat, and 100 pieces of cabbage."

"So much?" Kant raised his eyebrows slightly.

These breads and dried meats, as well as the cabbage, are counted according to the hundred, which is indeed a huge number.

But the militiaman hesitated for a moment and said, "It's only 10 days' worth."

Kant was stunned: "The amount in 10 days?"

The militiaman nodded: "Yes, Lord, we must find more food, otherwise we will run out of food after 10 days. Even if we save rations, we can only last for about 15 days."

When I came to the outside of the Consulate, the bushes on the sand were full of greenery.

But Kant lost the quality of viewing, and frowned: "How can you eat so much?"

Around, 50 Swadian farmers were leveling the oasis, cleaning up the gnoll tents that had been trampled down, as well as the rubbish and excrement everywhere.

10 Swadian militiamen were patrolling with heavy spears covered in iron.

On the surrounding sand dunes, 20 Swadian recruits had already dispersed, forming a guard post.

"All right."

Kant nodded, his face a little dignified: "The amount of food for 80 people is indeed quite enough."

PS: The Saland Sultanate is too halal, I dare not write it! The desert Riswadia knights are also very strong, ahem, don't worry, desert robbers, I will arrange their upgrades to be Mamluks!