"Well, the number of victims is too many!" He Ziwei took the villager all the way to the largest town controlled by the local lord. In the small town of Baofeng Town above, but outside the town, basically everyone has already

The queue was full of refugees of all kinds, and civilians carrying large and small bags, carrying their families with them, were walking towards the town of Xiangzhong.

"It seems that the defense capabilities of this town are not very good!" He Ziwei took a look at the defense capabilities of Baofeng Town. He found that it was not very good. He Ziwei found that the height of their wall was a little more than three meters, and it could only accommodate

It was just three or four people walking together. It was not very big, and there were not many guard towers. As for the city gate, it was even worse. It was basically just a thick wooden board. The only thing that made He Ziwei feel good was their soldiers. These soldiers

They are all professional soldiers, and there are no militiamen or the like. It is possible that the other party has asked those militiamen to perform other tasks.

"Everyone has to take notes, and then you can go in!" A guard who was taking notes at the city gate was also full of sweat. He looked around at the people who were still approaching the town. He also felt that his head was heavy. Now

It was already very late at night, but they had no way to close the city gate because there were too many civilians outside. Everyone wanted to enter the town, but their town was almost full.

"Everyone, listen up. Everyone, please move back. Now the living quota in the town is full. You can only go to the next town. There is no room for more people in the town, so please go to the next town!"

Just as the civilians outside were queuing up to enter the town, suddenly several guards came out with the lords in the town. They announced on the spot that there was no way the town could accommodate more people, so they could only

Let them leave, otherwise it will be even more troublesome when there is a food supply problem.

"Lord, it's getting very late now. Even if we want to leave, we can only walk yesterday! It's too dangerous to walk at night!" A large number of civilians said to their lord that it was already getting late.

Down, if they encounter something on the road, then they know how to deal with it! And now the leopard people are constantly approaching them. If they can't reach a safe town before the leopard people attack,

Then they are dead.

"Except for professionals and mercenaries, the rest of the people should leave immediately!" The lord looked at the civilians below and said loudly at once. He now needs to have a sufficient number of combat forces instead of dragging back those who retreat. This year he is also

I don’t know why those leopard men are so crazy. It seems that all the leopard men in the forest have rushed out. A large number of sentries have issued warnings. Their city lord has also begun to organize his army to come to support, but during this period, it will take seven people.

Eight days, if you go slowly, it might be more than half a month. There is no way to supply the food in the town for such a long time, so he can only choose the advantage to retain the professionals and mercenaries outside the town. They are the only ones here.

The best force to protect the town in the future.

And he also has his own little calculation. He only needs to provide a part of the living place, plus a small part of food, and he can harvest a group of strong combat forces. When a battle occurs, he can also spend a small amount of money to directly let them

To participate in the battle, as for their daily living expenses in the town, he would not be short a penny and would collect them all, so that he could reduce his losses as much as possible. As for the civilians, what does he have to do with him?

His family holds the leadership position in this town. For the sake of his own status, of course he gave priority to how to stop his own losses, and then it would be the turn of those poor commoners.

"It's interesting!" He Ziwei looked at the civilians who were being expelled by the army in the town, and the mercenaries or professionals who were invited in one by one. He immediately thought of the lord Xiao Jiujiu. This guy has a good mind and knows

No matter how you make your own calculations, sometimes, if a person is too sophisticated, he will lose more things. Those common people cannot bring much benefit to him as a lord.

But he didn't know at all that human resources were indispensable to promote the development of a region. In order to stop his small loss, this fool lord gave up his biggest human resources. He Ziwei already knew a little bit about it.

After all, this world is also the world of swords and magic in the traditional Western world. There are various magical professions here, and there are also magicians who can conquer the sea, but their production capacity has not improved, not at all.

The level is still no different from that in ancient China. Basically all is human labor, and nothing can be done without human labor. This lord has expelled a large number of his own civilians, and it will inevitably be absorbed by the lords in other towns.

These human resources attracted to the other side are the future losses of the current lord. Without enough manpower, the restoration of production level in his territory after a war must be the worst one. If the production level drops, it will be even more difficult.

It affects their own family business. When the time comes, he will have to spend a lot of money to introduce labor resources. When the time comes, he will spend a lot of effort to introduce labor resources, and the cost will be more serious than what he originally thought he could stop this part of the loss. This is simply a move.

It's just a stone to hit yourself in the foot.

"My lord, what is your profession?" Just when He Ziwei was thinking about other things, a guard from the town came over with a notebook. He looked at He Ziwei wearing it and almost thought He Ziwei was someone else.

A commoner, but when he accidentally sensed the aura fluctuations on He Ziwei's body, he immediately knew that the other person was a professional, and he immediately changed his attitude.

"I'm a warrior!" He Ziwei thought for a moment. He should be a warrior now. As for the skeleton leopard men, he had already put them away. He still doesn't know that this world treats death magic and those who control undead soldiers.

Will he have other malicious intentions, so he must change his identity, at least temporarily hide his ability to control the undead. As for why not say that he is a knight? Is there any need to say it? All fools know that there are more than just knights.

It represents a profession, and more importantly, a status. With his current appearance, no one would believe him if he said he was a knight. He might as well say he is a warrior. Anyway, in this era, he buys armor and wears a commoner warrior.

It's not just one or two questions.

"Sir, what's your strength?" The guard quickly recorded it in his notebook, and then asked He Ziwei about his strength.

"First-level warrior!" He Ziwei thought for a moment. His profession was indeed written as first-level. There was no need for him to act like a big-tailed wolf. He could just say what his strength was. At least he had not offended anyone in this world now.
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