There is no need to resist, nor the ability to resist

They have been trained professionally, and if they really want to fight, two or three people can bring down all the workers.

There is no need to pay for your life.

The workers obviously need some time to accept the status quo, but the soldiers of Blade City do not intend to wait.

"Go to work quickly. If you want to try to escape, it depends on whether you can run past the elite soldiers of the Wall family." The wine seller impatiently distributed the tools, "or are you going to use these axes to fight us?"

"Go quickly!" The soldier roared angrily with a wooden spear in his hand, scaring the workers almost fell to their knees.

After the workers arrived at the construction site, which is where the torch was located, they found that the workers were cheated were far more than one team on their own.

In the tree-cutting area designated by the wine seller, hundreds of workers have worked hard here and got close to it. Only then do they realize that the torches used for lighting are so dense.

Hundreds of soldiers holding wooden spears were watching the workers with high concentration. If anyone was lazy, they would directly hit the person trying to escape with a spear. There was no such thing as Hanbo's sight, but there were a few bloody corpses piled up on a small open space that had been opened.

"Work quickly, do you want to pile it up there?" The wine seller kicked Hanbo's back, "Madsha Pen, you dared to spit out labor yesterday. If you don't work quickly, you will kill you now!"

The workers gave up their resistance and began to work as the soldiers ordered.

"Listen! Your job is to cut down the trees, repair the broken branches, and then transport them neatly to the river bank! Time is tight, no one of you is allowed to procrastinate!" The wine seller shouted and urged the workers to work hard.

While working tremblingly, Hanbo looked at the surroundings with his eyes.

These soldiers in Blade City did not wear armor. Obviously, the armor was absolutely not allowed to be worn when passing through the port. They were wearing coarse cloth clothes. Each of them had a sign on their chests that marked the class by the number of knife handles.

Among them, the people with only one knife handle are the most common soldiers.

The wine seller proudly took out a sign from his arms and brought it with two knife handles on it.

There were only four or five people carrying three knife handles, and each looked arrogant.

These people had planned to attack Ryintang! Hanbo's heart was tight, what should he do?

Although he had no feelings for Ryintang, he was in vain for his destruction of the town of Reinden, and he might have lost his life.

Of course, he and the vast majority of workers did not realize that he would not be able to leave here alive after finishing his work.

"Hey, come here." A lively voice came from Humbo.

A handsome young man walked from the forest. He was wearing clothes of the same specifications as the soldiers, but the signs on the clothes were a little different from them. Four knife handles!

Of course, he was not pointing to Hanbo, but the wine seller who had just passed by the latter.

"Come on." The wine seller was stunned for a moment, then rushed over quickly: "Who are you? There is only one leader sent to the shore. Are you?"

Logically speaking, only the leader has this identity sign.

"I am the fifth son of Earl Burdo, Elebrdo." The young nobleman smiled quite freely, "I asked my father for a leader's sign, and came to you here on the river bank to see you, wanting to see the world, Oh, I have been staying in the manor for too long, and the news is not well-informed at all."

It turned out that it was the Count's son, the wine seller, who looked more respectful.

The fief of the Burdo family is near Blade City, and it is very close to the Wall family. The Count is even more popular in the eyes of the late Duke of Majin. As for the aristocratic knowledge reserves of soldiers from the North, the wine sellers know this very richly.

Now the nobles' son came over sneakily, so he should not serve him well?

"Speaking of it, where are you leaders?" Eller frowned, "I don't come to greet you, it's very unpleasant."

Although I have never heard of this old fifth, my aura should be a young master who has nothing to do with power and has no worries about life.

If you can't offend and serve, maybe there will be a reward. If someone takes out a golden dragon directly

"Well, young master, I'm going to perform the mission, so I didn't see the leader." When the wine seller said this, he scratched his head embarrassedly, "It's shameful. Logically speaking, the leader should be in the middle to command everyone, I don't know why."

"Okay, okay, then don't mind him." Eller waved his hand impatiently, "I'm quite curious about your plan, he's not here, so tell me!"

"Uh, yes!" the wine seller smiled and nodded, "Isn't this the situation? Lyin led a patrol day and night. It is inconvenient for us to build a floating bridge in Blade City. After Duke Wall died, no one had the courage to repair the bridge with the loss."

"Ship vessels of all sizes are closely monitored in the port. If they are not convenient to move, they will be mobilized privately. The catapults led by Ryin will patrol the shore day and night, and almost no one can bring them."

"Fortunately, the magicians of Bladefinition City have recently developed a very effective magic that is related to the pontoon bridge. This magic ball is this magic ball." He said as he took out a small ball with green light from his arms as he took out a small ball with green light from his arms.

"It can bond the stakes so that it can resist the impact of the river to a certain extent. With it, we can send hundreds of elite soldiers here tonight and build a larger pontoon bridge that is enough to allow the army to pass through!"

As he said this, the wine seller's eyes flashed with brilliance and knew what this meant for the lack of troops.

"So, why do you have to send someone to Ryin to lead this place?" Eller continued to ask

"Because hehe, the effect of this magic ball is relatively limited after all." The wine seller's expression was a little awkward. "After testing, when it reaches the river bank, it will be dangerous because it cannot hold on. Both parties must work together and then join in the middle to be considered safe. Look, it's there! After the joint, they will come!"

The wine seller said and pointed to the river bank and erected a strong wooden stake, with two thick ropes tied to the pile.

The rope pulled the pontoon bridge that had been connected halfway, so that it would not be washed away by the river and would not roll downstream and make it impossible to pass.

Eller's eyebrows jumped and he noticed that there were no soldiers on the river bank at this moment, only a few labor soldiers who obeyed the orders to build a pontoon bridge on the river were all watching in the forest, holding javelins in their hands.

"Huh, thank you for your hard work, I'll give you some reward." Aile smiled and asked the wine seller to get closer.

"Hehe, you are so generous." The wine seller smiled, but his smile quickly solidified on his face forever.

Because, a BS pierced his heart.21
Chapter completed!