MTL - The Lord of the Rings: Lords of Middle-earth-Chapter 189 soldiers among refugees

"Send someone to inform Lu Longsai! Tell them not to open the door to help the refugees! You can hang some supplies from the city wall to give them, but don't open the city gate!" Roland's eyes suddenly became round, and he realized that if the refugees If you come from the south... You must know that the system will refresh the life species like refugees and summon them on the border of the border. Once Lulongsai opens the city to rescue the refugees... Roland has no doubt that these crazy refugees will fight against the garrison for food. Five Hundreds of fortress defenders can't resist the surging refugees. Once the fortress is occupied, the fun will be great!

"System you...you're a pit!" Roland was distraught, and if he was taken away from the fortress, it would not be impossible for Roland to regain his current strength, but he would have to bleed once. A few years of recuperation are talking! Even fighting against the infantry with the eight Meteor Dragon Towers would cost Roland more than a thousand soldiers. If they were on time, it would be no problem to kill Caslow.

"This..." Caslow figured out the connection in an instant, and Caslow, who was in a panic, immediately summoned his own dragon, leaving only one sentence: I will inform! He left Rapid City.

After all, Kaslow is still a very qualified dragon knight. As long as he is a dragon knight, he will not have nothing to do to challenge a war fortress with eight meteorite dragon towers alone. That can only change him from a dragon knight admired by everyone to a like-minded person. An existence that everyone worships like an unknown prime minister. (An unknown prime minister: I've only been slamming for three days, why is everyone singing and dancing? I feel offended.)

"Is there a need for notification in Tuput Forest?" Renault looked at Roland and bared his teeth. Now he felt that the country was full of defense holes.

"Forget it, the centaurs are much smarter than we thought! They won't approach those hungry refugees at will! At most, they will send someone to inform us." Roland is very confident in the centaur lord Balder, and the centaurs can be in the north. It is impossible to survive in such a harsh environment without brains. As their most basic ability to survive, Roland does not believe that they will welcome the wave of refugees who don't seem to be easy to mess with.

"Right! Order the knights to scout the outermost periphery! There may be professional soldiers among the refugees! It is not ruled out that there are senior professionals." Roland sighed, remembering that it seemed that some of the lords in the refugee wave encountered a complete hundred people. The Knights, and then a baronial domain collapsed.

"Thank God! Your Highness always brings good news..." Marcus's head exploded beside him. As a city defense officer, is he under a lot of pressure?

"If there is really no way... we can only do it!" Omsk, who clenched his fists and loosened them, said ruthlessly, every sixth-order professional has experienced **** storms, and Omsk will not do it if necessary. Mind fighting violence with violence, even if it's their citizens...because he fought for the glory of the king and kingdom!

"No! No! No! This is a crime! They are the children of the Empire! Our compatriots! They need help instead of killing! You butcher!" Radiel shouted excitedly, his words full of anger.

"Don't stare at me! I fight for the kingdom and the king! Anyone who wants to destroy this place is an enemy!" At this moment, Omsk, who was holding the sword, erupted with a terrifying sixth-order coercion and fiercely moved towards Ladir pressed over.

"Tsk!" With a light tsk, the pressure on Ladir disappeared instantly, and Yunfeng in a robe appeared in front of everyone with a staff.

"Knowledge tells me that our enemies will never be our own people, but the shadows and darkness in the abyss! Lord Omsk, you are too much! Although alchemists are not good at fighting, I don't mind giving you an unforgettable lesson for a lifetime. ." Yunfeng's staff slammed into the ground, and suddenly layers of six-pointed star formations emerged around him.

"Enough! Let you discuss the solution! It's not that the two of you are in the sixth rank to pretend to fight!" Roland said with a headache, and sure enough, the contradiction between the warrior and the spellcaster will always exist.

"His Royal Highness, I reserve my opinion... But I can't let the refugees storm our country." After Omsk finished speaking, he sat on the side and said nothing.

"As an aristocrat, I don't think we should escape the impact of the refugees, but how to accept and help them. After all, they are just exiled citizens of the empire!" Yun Feng sighed, the senior professional Their status is comparable to that of the nobles, except that they have no titles and territories, their status is not inferior to the nobles, especially the sixth-order professionals, who can already be on an equal footing with the real viscounts.

"His Royal Highness... Our population is sparse and needs to be supplemented, but our ability to deal with risks is also not very high! I can't take risks with the last hope of the empire!" Omsk sighed and sighed to Roland.

After hearing this, Yunfeng also fell silent. After all, the population base of Rapid City is here, and the number of refugees is still unknown. Once the number is too high, it will become the last straw that breaks the camel's back.

"Damn it! If you give us another year!" Yun Feng snarled angrily as he punched the table.

In the final analysis, there is not enough cargo in Rapid City. If the refugees arrive after the autumn harvest, the situation will be very different. With abundant food, Rapid City is enough to support even tens of thousands of refugees.

Roland was also sitting on the chair with a gloomy face. After all, there were not many humans in the entire north, and he had to face the invasion of orcs all the time. There were almost no large-scale human gathering areas in the entire north except for River Valley Town and Karyan Ferry, and the farming area was extremely limited. Roland and White Wing brought humans here, and after the dwarves' reinstatement, only a trace of the former north's lushness was restored here.

"It really can't be done, I can only ask the elves for help. The dwarves should not have much inventory... Only the elves have some wealth." Roland rubbed his chin after thinking about it.

"And we're going to be sending out residents to fish a lot! Thanks to the Swift River that gave birth to me and raised me so much!" Marcus added.

"Fish meat can only last for a period of time. It cannot be eaten as a staple food. The important thing is food." Omsk shook his head, and eating fish all the time would cause problems.

"Eat it with wheat bran, we can make the most old-fashioned black bread, and although the taste is bad, at least it is enough to eat with fish soup," Radiel suggested.

"Let's see how many people there are. Is the information you got accurate, Your Highness?" Yun Feng looked at Roland suspiciously. How did he know that there was a wave of refugees coming?

"Is it possible to tell you that I have a system? Is this the system that made me disgusting?" Roland muttered in his heart.

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"What's the situation, don't refugees happen every day? As for so much trouble?" A Batenian archer riding a Shire warhorse was walking around the outermost part of Rapid City's control area. I understand why his Highness threw out all the mobile troops like the wind, and I heard that the entire army of the Knights was dispatched!

"Oh! The Dragon God is above! What is that?" Suddenly he found a black torrent coming from the northwest...

"Is that a torrent? It's spectacular! No! It's a plain! Where did the torrent come from!" The Batania archer slapped himself to wake himself up, UU reading www. uukanshu.com Then he activated the skill - Overlook!

His vision was suddenly elongated with the blessing of his skills. With his extraordinary eyesight, the Batania shooter finally saw those "torrents" clearly.

"Dragon God! It's the Swiftstream Infantry! They actually wear Swiftstream Infantry armor! It's all worn out like this! The green armor is actually black! What have they experienced!" The shocked Batenian shooter stayed where he was, and he didn't even react when he saw the fast-moving infantry mixed in the team.

"Oh! Damn! They are refugees!" The Batania shooter hurriedly fired the magic flare he was carrying, and a red signal light burst into the air hundreds of meters high, turning into a pattern of a red dragon head.

"God! They are rushing towards here at an accelerated rate! His Royal Highness Roland... It's not that I'm not loyal and brave... It's just that there are too many of them... I'm going to retreat first!" The turbulent refugee "torrent" was forced to retreat helplessly towards Rapid City, where God knows if they will eat him raw.

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