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Chapter 58 Scouting
"Hello, Master Allen!"

"Hello everyone, how is the city wall going?"

"Returning to Mr. Village Chief, since cement is available, building walls has become very easy, and there are pulley and rope tools made by blacksmiths, which can easily transport the soil out of the foundation. The foundation was dug more than ten meters deep..."

The orc who reported stood at attention in a military posture, with his legs together, one hand on the side of his thigh, and the other in front of his temple.

Allen glanced at the foundation of the fence, which had already been filled with cement, and the deep pit below ten meters in the past could not be seen.

Orc slaves came and went, carting bricks or cement to the wall site.

Every few meters there is a small slave construction team building walls with cement. The total length of this wall exceeds 200 meters. This is the largest construction project in Datie Village currently occupying slaves.

"When laying bricks, pay attention to leaving some small brick openings, so that sticks can be stretched out. You are responsible for this." Allen turned around and brought someone to bring the design drawings, and said by the way.

The stonemason from the slaves of Morning Glory Town nodded respectfully, and then glanced at the location Alan circled on the design drawing. There were indeed a few small holes of unknown meaning.

Why do we need to leave a small hole in the wall?
Judging from his 20 years of experience in building houses in Morning Glory Town, he couldn't understand it at all, but Allen said he could stay.

His name is Pete. Before that, he was a slave in Morning Glory Town. He was sent to work in the mines, and was later liberated by Allen. When he learned that the status of a stonemason could obtain the status of a free citizen of Datie Village, he resolutely chose to stand up for him. Allen Village Chief played.

Not for anything else, just for the status of a free citizen, the new house promised by Master Allen, and the daily white rice porridge.

Look at the fellow slaves who worked with him in the past. They are still working in the mine. They have to work hard every day to fight for the mining quota of the day. At the same time, they have to compare the amount of mining with other teams, so that they can eat every day Porridge.

"Lord Alan is so kind." The stonemason Pate couldn't help but let out an exclamation.

"Yeah, without Mrs. Allen, Datie Village would have today. Look, the slaves in the whole village are working hard, and there is endless work every day. The villagers in this village practice day and night. Such a village wants to It’s hard not to be strong.”

The stonemason next door who supervised the work of the slaves ran over to brush his face, rubbing his presence.

The cat-eared orc with a sense of presence raised his tail behind him, his ears moved slightly, and looked at Alan with sincere eyes, hoping that Alan would notice his existence.

It's a pity that Alan still didn't know his name in the end. After Sunshine smiled, a dove descended from the sky, and Alan's attention turned to the dove.

"Cuckoo!"

The pigeon half lifted its foot tied with paper strips, turned its head from side to side, and stared ferociously at the orcs who were looking at it, as if saying: "What are you looking at, haven't you seen such a cute pigeon!"

Naturally, the orcs couldn't understand the pigeon's language. Allen smiled and touched the pigeon's head, and moved his shoulders. The pigeon cooed a few more times, pecked at the rice, and flew away with a splash.

Spreading out the note, Alan frowned slightly, and then stretched it out again, feeling amused.

"Master Allen, what's the matter?"

There were not many stonemasons supervising the construction of the wall. There were only four villagers in total. The leader inspected it, so naturally they all had to be present.

When I saw Allen frowning and amused at a piece of paper, I knew it was a good thing.

The four orcs straightened their necks, and looked at the poor-quality paper with their heads poking around. There was a series of unintelligible cipher text written on it. There were a lot of repeated simple strokes in a paragraph, which was in common with the Lionheart Kingdom taught by Datiecun. The text is different.

"Lord Alan, whoever wrote this letter can't even write the words." Pate the stonemason boldly asked the question because he had the most knowledge of stonemasons.

"It doesn't matter what you write on this paper, as long as you do your own thing well, I'll take someone to take care of a bunch of wounded young men." After Allen finished speaking, the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

The four stonemason orcs trembled violently. For some reason, they felt that Lord Alan's smile was a bit sinister, but he was in a good mood.

Allen left quickly, and the stonemason stayed on the spot and looked at each other, you look at me, I stare at you.

"Injured little boy?"

"Is it a beast tide?"

The stonemason knew that the tide of beasts was heading towards Morning Glory Town, and they wouldn't be heading south so soon.

Because the beast horde is too large, only towns can satisfy the huge appetite of the beast horde, and swallowing a small village will not be enough to eat, so it is not worthwhile.

"Probably not, maybe Morning Glory Town sent people to investigate?" Pete orc's tail stood up like a question mark, obviously he himself was not sure whether the matter was true or not.

"possible."

"I agree."

"Pate is worthy of being a stonemason in Morning Glory Town for 20 years!"

"Whatever it is, build the city wall quickly. Don't think that we can be lazy because we have meat and white rice every day. Lord Alan doesn't tolerate sand in his eyes. An orc at a construction site was trained for being lazy the day before yesterday. One meal, fined to eat sticky rice for a week."

Pate's cheeks were hot, he was used to being a slave, how could he stand up to the praise of the three original villagers, so he hurriedly waved to work.

The three orcs thought it made sense. Whoever wanted to eat Chinese medicine-flavored porridge with white rice shook his legs and slipped back to his management area to supervise the work of the slaves and control the quality of the construction of the fence.

……

Hu Hu Hu.

The summer wind blew along the river, and the sails were slowly accelerated, and the two sailboats transported five hundred lion soldiers to the south at a slightly faster speed.

On the boat, the lion soldiers were having a drinking party. Several large wine jars were placed in the center of the deck. Groups of lion soldiers sat in rows around the wine jars. Bowl of wine.

As a result, the two ships were filled with cheers from lion soldiers and beastmen, one after another, it was very lively.

The lion soldiers sitting on a high place laughed out loud, "They really look like us when we were young."

He was wearing a golden lion white cloak with shiny plate armor inside, but there was a huge fist mark on the chest, and even the plate armor was cracked, revealing layers of white silk cloth strips.

"Yeah, we also broke our wrists on the boat at that time. I didn't expect that we would all wake up after a few years..."

The Templar next to him was about 35 years old, with a bushy lion beard, and he was not wearing plate armor due to serious injuries, and his chest was covered with blood-stained cloth strips.

These two were badly wounded Templars, at least with a fractured sternum.

And because they are awakened ones with strong bodies, they were lucky not to die, and they had to rest for two or three years before their sternum healed automatically.

These two are also the only high-ranking military officers on this big iron material trip, and each commanded 250 ordinary lion soldiers to investigate the reason why the mine ship in the big iron village did not return.

"Speaking of which, what happened to the mining ship going to the Great Iron Village did not come back? When I heard Commander Simon say this, I still couldn't believe it. Isn't the Great Iron Village a small mining village?"

"Who knows, anyway, you don't need to move, I'll take a few light armored soldiers to scout the wave first, don't rush forward with the whole army."

The speaking Templar squinted his eyes with a fierce light, and the white-faced golden lion cloak behind him fluttered in the wind, rattling.

Their leading boss is not afraid of the Great Iron Village, but the Templars who accompanied the fleet to the south do care.

Didn’t you see the layers of white cloth wrapped around their chests? Their sternum is cracked. If someone punches their chest again, the heart will be injured next time. Once the heart bursts, no matter how strong the orc talent is, they cannot be saved. .

There is only one life, so be careful. This is the experience of veterans in the battlefield.

(End of this chapter)