"Come slowly! Come slowly!" After the number of people reaches a certain level, even breathing becomes so spectacular.
The white gas that the soldiers and workers around the city wall of Scotti Town exhaled one after another formed a clearly visible white mist within the range of the firelight due to the quantity.
"Slow down! Steady! Steady!" The noncommissioned officer in charge, wearing a thick rabbit fur hat, waved the torch in his hand. Under his command, two teams of six workers were using pulleys to lift the bed crossbow to the top of the city wall little by little.
There is no daylight.
Everyone knew that it should be morning already, after all, no matter how long the night was, it couldn't last that long. But the thick dark clouds in the sky blocked everything. Not only that, even the falling snowflakes were as gray and black as volcanic ash.
There are so many ominous signs that in the end people are too lazy to count them or even regard them as part of their daily environment.
This shows the strong adaptability of human beings, but in the final analysis, there are no deserters in the face of such a strange supernatural landscape.
White flowers, shiny coins.
There must be brave men under heavy rewards. After the daily salary was raised twenty times, the craftsmen worked very hard.
No matter how many gorgeous words you use, they are not as useful as money.
Everything depends on money.
"Stop!!" the sergeant shouted loudly. In this dark environment with extremely poor visibility, although they tried their best to light bonfires for lighting and almost everyone had a torch, the actions of all parties were still Twice as difficult as daylight with excellent visibility.
"Fix it!" the noncommissioned officer then shouted. The shouting for more than two hours since he got up made his throat feel dry, and the workers under the command quickly wrapped the thick hemp rope around the wooden logs nailed in the snow. On the pile, the friction of the huge wooden pile is used to maintain the suspended state.
"You can pull it!" The sergeant turned back, shook the torch vigorously, and shouted loudly to the people on the wall in a long voice. After receiving the signal from above, knowing that the workers below had been fixed, they immediately took out two long wooden sticks with iron hooks on the ends, hooked the base of the bed crossbow and pulled it towards the stone crossbow platform on the city wall.
“Release slowly—slowly—slowly!”
"哐——"
"Huh-huh-" A torch poked out from the city wall and waved left and right.
"Okay!" the sergeant said, finally breathing a sigh of relief. After the workers above the city wall untied the hemp rope and threw it down. The empire's combat engineers took over and began to debug the bed crossbow and fix the base.
"This is the last one. Rest for a while, and then you have to move the crossbow." He said. The workers who had been tired for a long time assembling and pulling up this heavy city defense weapon finally finished their work and sat down on the ground and took a big mouthful. The ground gasped.
The logistics staff pushed the small wheelbarrow over in time. In the huge military cast-iron pot was hot ginger soup. Added with jaggery, it tasted an intoxicating sweetness, which not only warmed the workers' bodies, but also My soul also warmed up.
"I'll have a bowl too." The sergeant, who felt his mouth was dry after commanding for a long time, said this and stretched out his hand to take the wooden bowl.
"Is it done?" Behind him, a young voice sounded.
"Ah, yes, sir." That was Mikhail. The young man's injured right arm still had not fully recovered. The cold weather and running around had a great impact on the recovery, so he used it unnecessarily. They were all fixed with a square towel to avoid further injury to the arm.
As Constantine's adjutant, this young man Mikhail is considered excellent in many aspects, so he is the perfect candidate to come as the patrol officer to check the progress of all aspects.
"Thank you for your hard work. There are still many things that need to be dealt with. Pay attention to safety." As one of the few people who knew the truth about this matter and knew the horror of the witch, Mikhail tried his best to control himself not to reveal it. There was worry and heaviness, and as a result, the tone and wording became quite polite, which made it difficult for these subordinates to adapt.
"No, this is what we should do, sir." The petty officer, who felt a little flattered, saluted him, and the young man nodded and walked to the other side.
Huge bonfires were piled up one after another, and melted snow flowed all over the ground, but despite this they could only barely illuminate the work area.
Mikhail glanced at the city wall that had been urgently raised a lot, sighed with a complicated mood, and continued walking towards the other side.
Many residential buildings near the city wall were demolished and used as basic workbench for the expansion of the city wall to facilitate various transportation and production work.
The pulley device just used to transport the bed crossbow was one of them. The city wall originally owned by Scotti Town was old, low, and very narrow. It was just a basic city defense equipment used to defend against bandits and some wild beasts. And because of the tight time limit, they could not build a larger walkway, so This is the only way to move the bed crossbow.
This inconvenience is reflected in all aspects. Compared with the well-functioning military fortress, the city wall of Scotti Town has turned the engineers into firefighters. They always need to run around demolishing the east wall to repair the west wall. Dealing with all kinds of problems, which is very annoying.
But this is not because the mayor here is short-sighted, but because construction funds are always limited.
The royal family, lords and nobles, would of course want to build every city, town, and even village into a fortress like an iron tortoise if they could, but the funds they could use at hand were limited. If they only knew how to engage in military warfare, then they would naturally As a result, local basic buildings such as colleges cannot be built, and people's living standards decrease.
So going back to what we mentioned before, Benito, the fat mayor of the town, is indeed a qualified leader.
He knows the key point. Although he is a real hedonist, he will not embezzle funds to enrich himself. He will use every penny of construction funds for application.
The sharp contrast between the old city walls and the new colleges and other infrastructure in the town can be used as the biggest evidence.
This kind of poor border town has no important supplies and is not a trading port. Human bandits usually don't bother to visit. As for large predators like earth dragons, if not for sudden changes in the environment, the vast forests would have enough resources for them to live leisurely, so why bother provoking these little people who like to hold grudges.
Benito is shrewd and clearly capable of more than that - you can tell that just by looking around.
Although the mayor complained about Margaret, the disobedient eldest lady, who brought so many soldiers and mercenaries to her willfully, he did not stop at making sarcastic remarks.
The population that suddenly increased dozens of times was still able to live a normal life in the small town of Scotti. The person who made the greatest contribution behind the scenes was not the various officers and nobles who led the troops in the war, nor was it Maggo who mobilized these manpower and material resources with a letter. Miss Little, but the fat mayor.
No matter how talented Margaret is, no matter how fully she has grown through the adventures along the way, she is still just a person who was used to having clothes on her hands, food on her hands, and mouth to open when she was living in a big mansion. Ignorance is more like a noble girl who stays at the level of beautiful fantasy.
Without Benito's help, Margaret would have been able to look at the tens of thousands of people and the large amount of supplies without knowing what to do.
She lacks experience and knowledge in this area. If she cannot coordinate and let people perform their duties, the more people there will be, the greater the chaos will be. In the end, neither the witch nor the undead need to be present, just logistics. The problem of supplies is enough to throw mankind into chaos.
Fortunately, even though the fat and whining mayor seemed extremely unhappy, he was able to do this kind of thing with ease when he had both manpower and supplies. Where should the people here be placed, how should this material be arranged, and where should the things be used first?
Benito worked hard all night to write a plan, and divided human and material resources according to priority. Even if the number of people increased dozens of times, the town was still in order. Everyone performed their duties and there were no idlers, so naturally there would be no trouble. Guy.
Workers were dispatched to transport and build various urban defense facilities and people's livelihood equipment, and cooks and butchers were not idle to support this huge population every day. Even after the mercenaries arrived at the local area, Benito sent them out to collect firewood and animal skins without fighting.
Of course, it's paid.
If they have money, they won't cause trouble.
The huge amount of money and materials spent belongs to Margaret's family. It seems that they have been paying, but the noble lady who closely followed the fat mayor learned in the process how to control people and arrange materials. Knowledge and experience, but no amount of money and supplies can buy it.
Exhaustion is natural, not only Margaret was so tired that she fainted from the sense of relief when she saw Mira and others. When the white-haired girl and our sage met Benito at the back, they almost failed to recognize the mayor.
Because he lost almost 20 pounds.
Benito, who has shrunk in size, does not seem to have become energetic because of the reduction in fat. The price of rapid weight loss has caused his skin to become quite loose, and due to lack of rest, the mayor is still wearing two large clothes. With the dark circles under his eyes and the scowl caused by great pressure, he looked like a pug with a droopy face - a pet dog that is endearing because of its scowl.
As we have mentioned countless times, when discussing war, laymen always talk about strategy and tactics, while experts start with logistics.
If the soldiers are not fed well, they will never reach the battlefield. Tens of thousands of people need to be fed, drunk, and urinated. Even if they are not fighting, they will not become stone men who do not eat or drink.
To solve the food, clothing, accommodation, and hygiene problems of tens of thousands of soldiers and workers, as long as any of these things are not implemented properly, they will inevitably taste the bitter consequences later.
Arranging various matters every day is enough to keep Benito, Margaret and the old housekeeper Ferruccio busy, and this is when the supplies are not stuck and can be fully utilized.
Now the sea supply line from Parnilla has been suspended due to the riots, and there is still a large amount of supplies stuck in the Port of Pavinzio without enough manpower to transport them, and they are piled up in the town. Although the supplies still seem to be very large, compared with the tens of thousands of people, one needs to be cautious.
Duke Juliende is arrogant and short-sighted in terms of tactics and strategy, so naturally you shouldn't expect him to put much effort into logistics. This glamorous commander-in-chief only cares about his own splendor, and he will naturally not get involved in the thankless behind-the-scenes work of logistics. But now that even the command authority has been handed over to Constantine, he has completely become an idler. He led his own bodyguards to stay in the relatively safe south of the town, closest to the exit, with the obvious intention of staying out of the situation and running away immediately if something went wrong.
He didn't even show up at the discussion meeting at the decision-making level, completely leaving the trouble to others.
In a way, this approach made him the only smart person among the senior people present.
Because this mess is really difficult to take over.
"Ominous?"
In the blink of an eye, it was afternoon. The dark sky all the time made people's biological clocks a little confused. After only a few hours of rest, everyone was back to work again. When discussing the most important logistical supply issue, they were confused. Unexpectedly, they got bad news again.
"Well, it is said that thick black clouds can also be seen from Pavinzio's side. They began to spread rumors that anyone who walked into it would never return, so the land caravans refused to take over the transportation task."
The news brought back by the riders sent out in the morning was depressing. Because the ravens who carried the message were unwilling to fly due to the gloomy weather, it was inevitable that others would think so.
Even these local people can stay because of the high remuneration, but the expenditure of tens of thousands of people cannot be maintained for a long time no matter how rich Margaret's family is.
"What a big head." Constantine stretched out his hand to wipe his curly hair, the expression on his face was quite heavy.
The atmosphere was a bit dull, and everyone was speechless.
The Luoan girl, who felt that she was completely out of the conversation, glanced at the people in the conference room - Henry was not among them, he was directing the deployment of the city defense troops on the periphery.
Compared with logistics, which is simply a matter of mobilizing personnel, the depth and breadth of the sage's experience is more useful in arranging city defense.
The depressing atmosphere cannot stop the loss of time, because every minute and every second is very precious. If this problem cannot be solved, they have to temporarily overcome it.
And when it was almost evening, their problem was suddenly solved due to the arrival of a group of unexpected visitors.
The white flag held high was fluttering.
With silver armor inlaid with brass trim and white cloaks as the representative colors, the entire team is full of bright atmosphere.
The huge holy symbols on their cloaks and breastplates silently revealed their identities.
Yetina sect.
Arms of the Holy See, Holy Knights.
An expert in slaying demons.
Traveling with them made many merchants feel at ease, so this extremely large transportation and supply force arrived at the small town of Scotty under the leadership of the platinum flag.
The time difference between the letters being delivered made everyone completely unexpected. However, this problem was solved, but the person who solved the problem brought new problems.
To be precise, it was when the leading knight in silver armor caught sight of our Mr. Sage who was directing the defense deployment.
A problem has arisen.
"Qiang——"
After a moment's hesitation, the golden sword with the inscription on it was pulled out. The knight with a dazzling light and a white cape raised his hand to stop his companion behind him, got off his horse alone, and walked straight towards Henry on the thin snow.
"I should have guessed that since the witch has appeared again after more than two hundred years, it is not unusual for a guy like you to appear."
"O God, give my sword its glory!"
"Help me defeat the enemy in front of me!"
The paladin loudly declared war and thrust his sword at the same time, and Henry.
He turned around calmly.
