The sky after the rain is very clean, with a refreshing coolness.

After staying in the bloody battlefield for several days, I could feel the fragrance of the earth again and see the dew on the nearby trees. The atmosphere in the team became much more relaxed.

The team moved very slowly, because everyone was injured, and most of them were sitting on the carriage.

Moreover, they also hauled a lot of things, including food, trophies, equipment, horse feed, etc., all of which were heavy goods.

These carriages were pieced together by carpenters, and some of the parts came from the battlefield where Leslie's caravan was attacked.

More than a dozen carriages formed a long convoy and finally took away all the lord's people and goods.

This is all thanks to Leslie's reasonable overall arrangements.

Of course, it was also due to Li Ang's shameless taking away half of the carpenters.

Ralph didn't care about this matter - in fact, judging from Ralph's appearance, he had no intention of returning the carpenter he borrowed from Changhe Town...perhaps when others asked for it, he would say that they were all taken away.

Li Ang kidnapped...

A person who can temporarily take over the command of the city defense army will naturally not be an honest and kind person.

This can probably be regarded as one person sharing half of the stolen goods.

Of course the carpenters didn't matter. They worked under Leon and Ralph and their wages were much higher than those in the town.

In fact, the dozen or so carpenters who followed Li Ang were full of joy - the lord even asked them to participate in the distribution of spoils, saying that they also contributed to the battle, and they felt that the lord was a fair man.

So these carpenters officially became a line in the team list: ‘Carpenter, 10/11’.

One of them was shot by an arrow and was injured.

Since the carriages were all made of junk that had been patched together and temporarily repaired, even with Leslie, a logistical quartermaster who was good at moving quickly, taking care of things, the team still couldn't move quickly.

But fortunately, no one is in a hurry now.

In fact, they enjoyed the rare leisure time along the way - the lord was a good boss who kept his word. The only problem was that he never gave his employees holidays and occasionally had to work overtime...

There are constantly migratory birds flying through the sky, and occasionally there are birds that are not afraid of death and hover over the convoy, and from time to time they stick out their butts to tease the convoy.

Fortunately, Li Ang, who was lying drowsily in the carriage, was not hit by the bird droppings.

Anson was running around energetically on his horse, holding up his bow and planning to shoot down a bird - this was an exercise assigned to him casually by Li Ang.

Anson was probably really interested in bows and arrows, but he never shot a single bird along the way. He kept riding around to retrieve the missed arrows. He probably gained a lot of riding experience...

In order to commend Anson for his outstanding performance in the last battle and to ensure the safety of the team doctor, Leon gave him a set of cuckold equipment, which was one of the twenty sets of Horn Ranger equipment that Ralph gave him.

Except for the bow, of course.

It's not that he's reluctant to give up, the main reason is that with Anson's current arm strength, he simply can't draw the rangers' eagle bows.

Therefore, he now uses a short wooden bow, which was given to him by a crossbowman who had been a hunter.

The kind-hearted doctor is very popular among the team. Everyone likes this polite young man, and he can also treat everyone's injuries.

And the courage he showed in the last battle also impressed everyone. Even Klose no longer laughed at his weak strength, but seriously taught him some tips on muscle training.

After another futile effort, Anson picked up the arrow and ran to Li Ang's carriage with a sigh: "Sir, I still can't seem to find the feeling you mentioned..."

Leon was still hungover, and Leslie's drunkenness was extremely strong. Most of the day had passed, and he was still a little confused: "Have you fired your bow a hundred times? Do you feel any pain in your shoulders?"

"Some adults...I can't even lift my hands now...my whole body hurts!"

"That's right!"

Ansen's eyes were filled with anticipation and confusion. Could pain be the secret?

"This shows that you have reached the limit of breakthrough... go and treat your arm... and then keep practicing like this, and you will soon feel that mysterious feeling..."

"Ah! Yes, sir!"

The innocent Anson retreated honestly...

Drawing the bow a hundred times in half a day, even if he doesn't practice archery, he can at least practice his arm strength... If his muscle is strained, he can still practice medical skills...

Even if I am still hungover, the training method arranged by the lord is still very scientific and logical.

Although it only works for Anson...

Li Ang lay down on the straw pile on the carriage again, biting a straw stalk and looking at the sky boredly.

He has finished reading the officer's memoirs, Leslie has arranged the team, and he has nothing to do now.

Walking at the front of the team was the crossbowman who was good at swimming.

Since the lord was still hungover, the crossbowman held Alice in front.

His name is Eric - this is an extremely common name in the Lion Kingdom, and is basically similar to names like Gou Sheng and Shuan Zhu.

Gou Sheng's current attire is basically the same as Li Ang's a few days ago, chain armor face helmet, light chain mail, cotton and linen lining, high-top riding boots...

After seeing Li Ang's archery and martial arts skills, Eric probably admires Li Ang now and never forgets to imitate him.

Except for the most valuable and heaviest armor and the smelly nomadic boots, he didn't want them. All the other equipment on the Jatu warlord Drash was now on him. This was Li Ang's promise to them before.

Zhajia gave another name to John the White Stripe - this name is almost of the Goudan type.

As for Drash...Leon was kind enough to leave him a nomadic robe. He is now dressed as a pure nomadic vagabond, and is shown as a 'Jatu Wandering Rider' in the team list.

However, Drash, who had no desires or demands, was very honest now. He stayed with dozens of Jatu horses and looked very gentle, like a kind middle-aged herdsman.

After this harmonious team marched south for most of a day, Eric, who was exploring the road at the front, asked the team to stop by a small forest, and then trotted to find Li Ang.

Eric is now one of the few men in the team who has maintained full combat effectiveness. He only has a few scratches on his face. According to him, he was scratched by several arrows in the face, but none of them were hit.

Maybe there are benefits to having a cheap name...

"Sir, shall we camp here today? If we go further, it will be a forest. It is not safe to camp in the forest."

"Okay, you can figure it out. You are more familiar with the terrain around here than I am..."

The lord turned over lazily and continued to doze off.

But then, he jumped up as if he had been hit by an arrow: "Who! Who is talking?!"

Li Ang looked around, but there was no one beside him except Eric. Most of his teammates were on the carriage behind.

Eric looked at Leon blankly: "Sir, are you still sober from your wine...Is Miss Leslie's wine so strong?"

Li Ang covered his head and shook it: "No, Gou Sheng, I really heard a woman talking..."

"Sir...cough, this is another woman I dreamed of...forget it, I'll go find Miss Leslie to arrange the camp..."

Eric shook his head, muttered, turned around, and walked toward the back of the team.

Li Ang was still covering his forehead in confusion and kept looking around.

"...Watch your back, kid..."

The voice became clearer and clearer, a gentle and plain female voice.
Chapter completed!