"Ah, you are indeed here too!"
The huntress with wheat-colored skin held two large glasses of ale, walked over with a smile, and stuffed a glass into the hands of Gordon and Hayata.
"Miss Maca!" Hayata greeted the visitor happily.
Gordon looked at Maka, and then at the little odd-faced tribe over there holding a wine barrel, "So that's really it?"
Maka followed Gordon's gaze and her face suddenly darkened, "Babakar! Why did you put the wine barrel on your head again? How many times did you say it was not a mask, and it will be used to hold wine later!"
Maka ran over angrily.
Two more figures came and sat down next to them. As expected, they were the other two members of the alcohol team, Oshula and Maxine.
Oshula expertly picked up the pork chop in her arms and rubbed it. Seeing that the pork chop had a strong desire to resist, she threw it away and replaced it with Pandan.
"I haven't seen you in the assembly hall these days. When did you come here?" Gordon asked curiously, taking a sip of his wine.
"I've been here for several days."
Maxine seemed to have had a little too much to drink, and she laughed sillyly, "It's so comfortable here. I help with some work during the day and eat and drink wildly at night, and no one is looking after me. It's much better than staying in the city!"
"In charge?" Gordon asked funnyly: "Who is in charge of you? Your father? Is Fan the president? He may not be your brother, right?"
Urshula, who was hugging Pandan, sneered, "Shit, Ted himself is the one who drinks the most, of course he is the old man."
Maxine burped in a very indecent manner, "Dad is retired and doesn't really care about us.
But as soon as this incident happened, they came to supervise our preparations, physical condition, etc. They also said that they would stop drinking for a period of time in advance, so we came here first. "
Gordon looked serious, "I think what Senior Miles said makes sense, but you guys are too undisciplined."
"Huh?"
Maxine and Urshula were not stupid. After being stunned for two seconds, they both turned their heads and looked back, and as expected saw Miles' dark face.
So the two half-drunk ladies were caught by Miles. Ted, who only had time to drink one drink, and Maka, who was lying on the gun, could not escape. The angry Miles even Not even Babaka was spared.
The entire alcohol team was forced to leave their favorite banquet and didn't know where to go to receive training.
Gordon thought that such a scene would arouse everyone's ridicule, but he did not expect that most of the hunters, actually the local hunters of Minagard, looked sad.
Yamos, who sat down in the vacant seat, looked around in amusement, "Senior Miles has always been like this, and he has also been a shooting instructor for a long time.
In Minagard, there are very few shooters under the age of fifty who have not been taught by him. "
Hayata added in a low voice beside him, "Mr. Xia Zuo is a swordsman instructor, and he has always been very strict."
"No wonder..."
At the edge of the square, the hunters' temporary drinking ground became quiet, and everyone's voices unconsciously lowered their voices.
Gordon smacked his lips. There was no point in drinking like this.
Forget it, the war is coming, just drink a few sips less.
...
After walking out of the tent and looking at the slightly bright sky, Gordon stretched his waist, followed closely by Pork Chop, sleepy-eyed.
He had a pretty good rest last night. Although there was a tinkling sound on the other side of the city wall all night, he had long been accustomed to sleeping in various environments that were not very suitable for sleeping.
As a high-ranking hunter, you still get some preferential treatment. At least, you don't have to share a tent with two people like other hunters, and you can enjoy a "single room".
But that's about it.
All the guild's transportation resources are used to ensure the construction and maintenance of new and old fortresses.
Forget about fixed houses. Even the wine he drank last night was a gift brought by the transport convoy, and the meat was hunted by the hunters themselves.
"Yes, getting up early is a good habit."
Gordon turned around to look. Miles, who was neatly dressed in armor and even his hair on the temples was neatly arranged, nodded to him with satisfaction.
Following him were Ted, who kept yawning with his mouth open like a Tyrannosaurus, and a trio of female drunkards with "joyful faces".
With the arrival of Miles, they bid farewell to their careless and free life.
Gordon suppressed his laughter and cleared his throat, "Good morning, Mr. Miles."
"morning."
Miles pointed to the work shed in the center of the square, "Don't skip breakfast, there's oatmeal there."
Looking at the long queue of dozens of people, Gordon grinned, "How about I just eat dry food..."
"It's better to eat something warm and easy to digest when you get up." Miles said seriously.
"......All right."
Gordon experienced the feeling of being disciplined for the first time in a long time, scratched his head and walked towards the work shed.
After waiting in line for more than ten minutes, the aunt who was cooking took a look at his size and gave him a bowl of porridge. Gordon thought about it and asked for a smaller one, intending to send it to Hayata.
It turned out that Hayata was already practicing swordplay with Yamos.
Noticing Gordon's arrival, Hayata was a little distracted.
Yamos's expression looked as if he was constipated. After holding it in for a few seconds, he finally sighed and said, "Let's go have breakfast first. I'll make up for the rest of Su Zhen later."
Hayata nodded happily and trotted over to Gordon.
"Where's Pandan?" Gordon asked curiously.
"I haven't gotten up yet."
"Go down and scratch it, meow." Pig Chop ran away with his own dried fish in his mouth.
The two of them squatted on the edge of the square, sipping oatmeal and looking at the busy construction site.
The craftsmen on the night shift have finished their work, and the craftsmen on the day shift are just on top. This double shift, day and night work has lasted for nearly three weeks, just to make the city wall stronger.
"Suddenly, I felt a little embarrassed to rest." Hayata whispered.
"Yeah." Gordon quickly drank the rest of the wheat porridge, "I'm going to see if there's anything I can do to help."
Hayata also poured the porridge into her mouth and stood up, "I'll go too!"
However, Xia Zuo came over at this moment, accompanied by Agaxi and Qipu, the two Longliyuan hunters, "The engineering team does not lack you two strong laborers, and I will save your strength for the subsequent battles."
If you don't want to be idle, come with us to Battle Street to have a look. You must know the terrain, the land bridge, and the location of the forts. "
Gordon nodded and followed.
Walking and stopping along the canyon, as the president lady said, there are many forts in this two-kilometer-long Battle Street, but the cannon models are in a mess, some are new and some are old.
Most of them were temporarily transferred from surrounding cities. If the original artillery in Jiuzhai were used, not many of them could fire normally.
On the road, the group met Miles, who was leading the alcohol team to inspect the artillery.
The old man's face was very ugly, "It's too confusing, and the people who checked it were not careful. There are also old bronze cannons from hundreds of years ago. That thing should only be placed in a museum."
I even saw twelve-inch shells piled next to a ten-inch cannon. Some of the cannons looked like they hadn’t been fired for decades. There were sediments in the barrels. Do you want to blow them up?
If you don't seize the time to debug them one by one, at least a quarter of the artillery will not be able to function properly after the battle begins. "
Xia Zuo heard this and said, "Please organize and adjust. Call all the idle hunters over. They have been eating and drinking for the past few days without thinking about doing more serious work. I will teach them a lesson later."
