With the arrival of the imperial envoy and his party, the atmosphere in Xueman City immediately became tense.
Groups of strong men armed with weapons can be seen everywhere on the streets. They hurriedly walked out of the city gate and headed for various investigations in Xueman Territory.
The land in Xuemanling is quite large, with high mountains and dense forests. It is really difficult to find a group of people hiding in it.
In addition to dispatching search personnel, Balgruuf also issued an order to all villages and towns in the area under his control. Once an unidentified person is found, they must report it immediately. Anyone who shelters will be severely punished.
For a moment, people were panicked, as there seemed to be dark clouds hanging over Xueman City.
The hidden forces in the city, big and small, also smelled something unusual from this tense atmosphere. They jumped up and down one by one, trying to find opportunities for themselves to make profits.
War is definitely a disaster for ordinary people, but for some special groups of people, it is an opportunity to make a fortune.
If someone has a big plan and succeeds, it is not impossible to split the earth and become a prince!
There will never be a shortage of people with this kind of thinking.
Just as they were trying to figure out the cause of the incident and formulate corresponding countermeasures, a group of soldiers also moved along the rugged road in the direction of Hewang Village.
The total number of soldiers in this group was less than twenty. They were wearing worn-out leather armor and had a trace of decadence on their faces. They were headed on their way under the leadership of a monk.
They had been walking for three days from Xueman City, and now they all looked tired.
At a time of turmoil, the defense of the territory must not be taken lightly, so after careful consideration, Balgruuf decided to send a thousand soldiers to garrison in various villages and towns in the territory to avoid accidents.
After arriving in each village, local villagers must be responsible for supplying daily consumption, and receive training to cooperate in fighting when battles occur.
Although Balgruuf wanted to send more manpower, Snowrun City's defense must not be relaxed. At the same time, a sufficient number of soldiers must be retained to guard against accidents, so his military strength was also very tight.
Besides, these soldiers sent out are at best a miscellaneous army with limited combat effectiveness. Perhaps their greatest role is to send timely warnings to Xueman City when a crisis strikes!
These soldiers are all veterans. Although their fighting ability is not strong, they definitely have a lot of twists and turns in their minds. They have guessed their role, so they are all listless, and there is no fighting spirit in their bodies.
Staying away from the bustling Xueman City and stationed in a remote village is definitely a boring and depressing thing.
However, since the order was given, they did not dare to delay. Even though their legs were weak from walking, they could not stop and rest. They could only continue to move forward under the urging of the monks who led the team.
If you don’t have any complaints in your heart, it’s absolutely nonsense!
The soldier cursed the monk who led the team in his heart, but did not dare to slow down his pace. Unknowingly, Hewang Village was already in front of him.
A wooden house appeared, surrounded by towering ancient trees, and smoke was rising from the kitchen.
A group of children stood at the entrance of the village, looking at the soldiers curiously. When they approached, they immediately ran towards the village.
The already tired soldiers couldn't help but cheer, their pace couldn't help but speed up, and they arrived at the entrance of the village in the blink of an eye.
I have long heard that Hewang Village is not small, and there are also pubs and other shops in it, so there is no shortage of places to drink.
I have been exhausted from traveling these past few days. If I could drink a large glass of ale in a while, it would be an indescribable enjoyment!
With a trace of desire in their hearts, the soldiers walked into Hewang Village and kept looking around.
These soldiers often relied on their status to snatch chickens and ducks to drink. Now their eyes were fixed on the fat chickens foraging in the grass, and their saliva could not help but flow down.
But just when these soldiers were thinking about roast chicken, the monk leading the team had already frowned and was also constantly looking around.
Ever since he entered the Hewang Village, he felt something was wrong. The deserted streets and the expressionless villagers gave him a feeling of thorns in his back.
Normally, the villagers should be busy at this time, but why is it so quiet?
"Where is your village chief? I need to see him for something?"
The monks leading the team do not need to identify themselves, because the standard leather armor on their bodies is the best proof of identity. In this place in Xueman, only soldiers can wear this kind of clothing.
The villager who was stopped looked up at the leading monk, raised his eyebrows, and replied impatiently: "The village chief is not at home for something, please tell me if you have anything to do!"
The leading monk was furious when he heard this. This villager dared to be so rude. He must be taught a lesson.
By the way, it was also done to show these villagers, and it was used as a sign of intimidation, so that they would not dare to deal with it when providing supplies.
Thinking of this, the leading monk suddenly whipped out his riding whip and struck the villager hard in the face.
If this leather-tanned and woven riding crop is whipped on the face, the flesh will be torn open, and if it touches the eyes, the eyeballs will definitely explode!
Obviously, the leading monk did not regard the villagers of Hewang Village as human beings. He was just punishing them, and then he dealt such a heavy blow.
The soldiers on the side looked on with a smile, imagining the villager being whipped and rolling on the ground. Apparently they had experienced such a thing more than once.
But just when the riding whip was about to fall on the villager's face, he nimbly dodged aside. However, it seemed that his legs and feet were not flexible, so the riding whip still hit his shoulder.
The riding whip easily pulled away the villagers' coarse clothes, but what was exposed was not the skinny bodies, but the shining black armor.
When the leading monk saw this, he suddenly showed a look of shock. Just when he was about to turn around and draw his sword, he saw the villager laugh evilly and pull out a dagger with a cold light from under his robe.
At the same time, the surrounding villagers who were watching the excitement picked up various items around them at the same time and quickly approached these soldiers.
"You...are you going to rebel?"
All the soldiers raised their weapons nervously, and the leading monk looked gloomy as he held a long sword and shouted.
These murderous guys in front of you are not ordinary villagers at all!
The leading monk finally knew something was wrong, because the eyes of these villagers were too calm, without the fear and awe that ordinary villagers would have when they saw them.
"Could it be..."
A terrible thought suddenly flashed through the mind of the leading monk, and with a hint of panic on his face, he reached into his arms without hesitation and took out a scroll-like object.
Just when he was about to tear it open, the lame villager suddenly rushed forward, reached out and copied it with a speed that shocked the leading monks, and the spell scroll for alarm was snatched away.
"If you want to call the police, haha, just dream!"
The villager sneered, punched the leading monk to the ground, picked up his riding crop and whipped him wildly.
Amidst the crisp sound of the whip, the villager continued to curse.
"Damn you bastard, you still want to slap your Uncle Downey casually like before. I'm really tired of living!"
The leading monk kept dodging and trying to resist, but whenever this happened, Downey would serve him with an electric baton, shocking him until his whole body convulsed.
After being whipped dozens of times in a row, Tang Zhen spit hard and turned to look at the soldiers who were beaten to a bloody head and bound with hemp ropes and thrown aside.
"Send them all to me where the temple is. The city lord is in need of coolies to move rocks!"
Donnie looked at the soldiers with fearful expressions on their faces and said with a sneer, "Hey."