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If they don't retreat, what are they waiting for? For the Wild Boar Men to invite them for dinner?
The Wild Boar Tribe, having lost its main force, is indeed no match for the three-party coalition.
However, for Leo to wipe out this tribe, he would also have to pay a steep price.
If they really rushed into the Wild Boar Man's lair and fought in the narrow passageways, do the militiamen have the strength for that?
Are the Wild folk, who have lost their advantage in long-range attacks, willing to do so?
As for the kobolds...
Well, among the three forces, only the kobolds are highly motivated. Carrying thirty-pound stone hammers, they fear no one and look as if even the Almighty himself would get a hammer blow if he came.
If it weren't for Fisa's restraint, they would have led the charge.
Given the differences in size and strength, the fierce and battle-hardened Wild folk might be able to exchange one-for-one with the Wild Boar Man hunters, but the militiamen need to cooperate in pairs to defeat one.
Regarding this, both Leo and Bjorn are very rational.
Elder Zurvan is right!
Let the enemy live to boost one's own status. This truly rings true.
The severely damaged Wild Boar Man's lair no longer poses a great threat. After their strength declined, it's now their turn to be frightened.
So, from the perspective of the Wild Boar Men, the punitive army that rushed out menacingly was forced back by a wave of arrow fire from them and immediately scampered away in a noisy rush.
Carrying their spoils, each force returned to their own place.
The Wild folk, who simply couldn't stand by and watch, helped the kobolds hunt down two one-horned wild boars.
The kobolds dismembered the corpses of the one-horned wild boars into large chunks of meat. Several kobolds worked together, some lifting and some carrying, like a group of little demons carrying the captured Tang Seng (a famous character from Chinese mythology, the monk in Journey to the West) back to the mountain.
This "expedition" of the kobolds can already be recorded in their history - if they had a history book.
We massacred the Wild Boar Men with the humans, having a great time doing it.
In the end, only five one-horned wild boars in the large pit were captured alive. The rest that died or were injured were dismembered on the spot and carried back by the militiamen.
By the time they returned to the settlement camp, it was already noon the next day.
The village women swarmed forward and took the chunks of one-horned wild boar meat.
Some parts were cut into strips and air-dried, some were made into sausages, and the meaty bones were chopped into large pieces and thrown into a big pot to be boiled into a thick soup.
The whole settlement camp was filled with hanging meat strips.
This was several thousand pounds of meat!
A group of kobold cubs squatted under the meat-drying racks, drooling and jumping frantically, trying to take a bite of the meat.
Some that jumped high enough bit the end of a meat strip and then got hanged on it, swinging like on a swing until the village women knocked them off with rolling pins.
The five live one-horned wild boars were locked up in the lord's mansion.
Ordinary small houses and wooden fences couldn't hold them. Only the nearly two feet thick and six-foot-high stone foundation of the lord's mansion could withstand their ramming.
At this time, the lord's mansion was almost completed, with only the ventilation opening at the highest point still under construction. The territory's construction team had already disbanded, and only Valery and five or six assistants were left knocking on the roof.
The entire lord's mansion was similar to the style of a Viking longhouse and also had the prototype of a stone castle.
It covered an area of nearly three hundred square meters and was large enough to accommodate all the old, weak, women, and children of the village during wartime.
The main door of the mansion was installed on the six-foot-high wall foundation on the front and could only be accessed via the wooden staircase built on the outside.
When under invasion, the villagers would hide in the mansion, close the half-foot-thick oak door, and then remove the wooden staircase outside. Even a siege engine would be helpless and could only rely on the invaders' axes and hammers to slowly hack and smash.
The lord's manors in other small villages of the Northern Region aren't this luxurious. Many are made of mud bricks and wood, merely a large thatched cottage.
But Ulyan, who has a military background, simply looks down on those buildings dating back hundreds of years.
Not only the lord's manor but also the layout of the entire settlement camp bears a strong military camp style, focusing on both offense and defense, safety and practicality, with comfort taking a backseat.
Looking at the one-horned wild boars scurrying around in the lord's manor, Ulyan grumbled, "I haven't even gotten to live in it yet, and these damned beasts have already taken up residence."
The lord's manor is said to have two floors, but in fact, it has three.
In the middle of the lord's manor is a hearth. Around the hearth, wooden stairs are built layer by layer with wooden planks, stretching all the way to the beams and columns of the hall. Finally, they are parallel to the six-foot-high stone wall foundation and connect to the gate and other rooms.
And the six-foot drop from the wooden floor to the ground is the hidden floor of the manor.
This hidden floor was originally used by the people of the Northern Region to pen pigs, sheep, and other livestock.
So it's quite normal to put the one-horned wild boars in there.
It's just that there aren't enough wooden planks made manually in the territory yet. The entire hall is still empty, with only some crossbeams resting on the stone wall foundation.
There are also several rooms partitioned in the four corners of the hall. Those will be the future living quarters of the lord.
"Where am I gonna live? Where am I gonna live?" Leo was also super excited. Finally, he didn't have to live in a tent anymore.
"You?" Ulyan stared at Leo. Thinking about how affectionate his daughter was towards him, he suddenly felt a bit off, and his expression turned unfriendly.
Leo didn't indulge him at all: "What are you looking at?"
"So what if I'm looking at you?"
Seeing that the two were about to fight at the slightest disagreement, the militiaman Vicki walked in.
"Uncle, Knight Romon is here."
Knight Romon, wearing light armor, stood in the middle of the settlement camp with two attendants, looking at the strips of meat drying in the camp and the busy scenes of the village women.
The camp kitchen has been expanded during this period. A thick small wooden house appears behind the freight car, filled with wheat bags and other food.
There are also sheds built over several large pots, no longer placed outdoors. At this time, all of them are cooking food. Several strong village women rolled up their sleeves and kept stirring the pots with pine sticks.
The strong smell of meat wafted out continuously. The children had already squatted aside, practicing breathing techniques.
While practicing the breathing technique taught by Leo, they curiously sized up Romon, this outsider.
It wasn't until Ulyan walked over that Romon smiled and said, "It seems you've had a good harvest."
Ulyan boasted proudly for a while, retelling the story template of "the kobolds kowtowed in submission", but just changing the target to the Wild Boar Men.
"In that case, the territory is temporarily safe." Romon nodded, automatically filtering out the boasting part of his former superior. "I also brought good news this time."
"My father has promised the captain to provide assistance to the River Bend Territory in the next three years."
"Great! Great! The old guy still has some sense of friendship!" Ulyan was overjoyed.
Although Ulyan had been shamelessly asking Romon's father Rigolav for assistance since the first moment he came thousands of miles south, he was still very surprised when the other party really agreed.
Romon smiled helplessly. He knew his father best. Even if he really had a sense of friendship, as the head of a family with four knight fiefdoms, he couldn't support an outsider unconditionally.
If I send a bag of grain to Ulyan, how many bags should I send to my uncles who are related by blood?
"Let's go! Get drunk tonight and not go back until we're completely plastered!" Ulyan put his arm around Romon's shoulder. "Oh, right! Did you bring any booze?"