The Navy Commando and the Red Postman who stayed in Fein County were warmly entertained by the residents at night.

These extremely poor villagers had nothing to entertain guests. But they still decided to take out all their "good things".

For example, grilled sizzling fish, rabbit meat, hard dough cakes, larvae caught in the woods that take hours to walk, and... mushrooms and wild vegetables dug in the forest.

Apart from the group fish, these things are almost no different from garbage in the eyes of commandos and red-clothed postmen. However, when the residents enthusiastically took out the food they had collected and handed them with a humble and cowardly smile, no one could say anything to refuse.

Dusand couldn't refuse either. The food in front of him was the most abundant - the dozen fat and squirming insect larvae were said to be the most delicious.

"These bugs were dug out of the bark." A young man of fourteen or fifteen years old next to Dusand was introducing this "food", and he was swallowing while saying that, "Just eat it raw, the juice inside tastes very sweet, and it tastes better than the sweetest wild fruits..."

Dusand picked up the worm that was still squirming in front of him with some difficulty, and then... he was bitten by the worm.

"It's okay, you can eat it even if it is cooked." The young man took the initiative to act as a waiter. He skillfully stabbed the insects with a sharpened wooden stick, and then put them on the fire to start grilling.

The fat and white bug quickly twisted under the burning of the flames. After being burned by the fire for a few seconds, it stopped moving.

"Eat while it's hot." The young man swallowed several times more, and then stuffed the wooden stick with the insects into Dusand's hand.

Looking at the young man's expectant look, Dusander was really hard to refuse. He could only bite the bullet, close his eyes, and stuff the insect into his mouth.

A fatty texture filled Doosander's mouth, and the sticky texture also had a slightly woody smell unique to the plant.

Besides that, it is sweet - sweet.

Dusand felt like he had a strange piece of food made of pure pork fat, wood chip seasoning and three pounds of white sugar.

"Does it taste good?" the young man smiled. "This is something we usually don't want to eat - only women who want to have children can eat it."

Fat and sugar are precious sources of energy that these poor people usually find difficult to obtain. Such a strong sweetness and fatty taste... will indeed easily satisfy them.

"Master..." the young man looked around, then lowered his voice and asked, "Can we really have our own land to grow wheat in the future?"

"Of course there will be." Dusand nodded, "In the future, with steam carriages, you can dig back all the soil around you - so that there will be fields to cultivate!"

Digging the soil and carrying it back and pile it in the fields is the main way for the villagers to transform the land now. With their continuous efforts, the fields in some places are now nearly ten centimeters thick.

Getting a thick enough soil layer thickness for the field is only the first step toward agriculture. Although it is difficult, they are still "making" land for themselves in their own way that can be used to grow crops.

"That's great." The young man smiled, "We won't have to go hungry again in the future!"

Hundreds of people ate together by the fire, which made everyone relax. Although the villagers themselves did not have wine, the soldiers of the Navy Commando were all carrying wine pots.

After eating the roasted worms, the Navy soldiers began to drink wine and shared with the villagers the rum they carried - distributing rum to the Navy commandos, which is the tradition of the Imperial Navy.

"I wish you good health!" I have to give you a congratulations when drinking, but the Navy commandos and villagers are not as good as the nobles who can do so much fun. After all, they began to wish General Horn and Dusand "healthy" over and over again.

Dusand also joined in the fun with everyone. Although he didn't drink, he was still very happy.

"Boom!" Everyone was drinking and eating meat lively, but Dusander vaguely heard an explosion in the distance.

Before Dusand could react, General Horn, who was standing beside him, suddenly threw away the wine pot in his hand.

He pulled out his hand and snatched it, then shouted.

"Everyone has it, enter the position!"

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Dusand was escorted to the cave where he had been imprisoned by two red postmen. Colt sat on the ground and looked at him with a smile.

Looking at this situation, even if Colt is very nervous, he should know that he was plotted by Dusand. But he is not angry at all.

"Just with the red postman and the poor, it is impossible to stop the elite team of the Ministry of Security." Colt said to Dusand, "Mr. Lord, give up resistance. I promise you in the name of Mr. Duke that after giving up resistance, we will ensure your safety."

"You all heard it." Dusander sneered and said to the red postman beside him, "This brother has brought out all the Duke's Excellency - this is a naked slander of the Duke."

"We will keep records and convey them to the Privy Council." The postman in red who escorted Dusand showed a bright smile. "This is a merit of getting a badge. Thank you, Mr. Lord, for your report."

Colt laughed a few times, and he still seemed to feel that Dusand had no chance of winning.

"Mines can only hinder the attack, but cannot repel the enemy." He said to Dusand. "The Navy Commando can only exert all its combat power with the support of naval ship artillery shelling, and you will lose."

"You keep going." Dusander found a cleaner ground and sat down. He rolled his eyes at Colt and said, "How many people can you fishing companies with less than 300 people come together? There is a battalion of naval commandos outside. If you can't beat this, I'll admit defeat."

"Who said...we have less than three hundred people?" Colt answered Dusand's question enthusiastically. "Mr. Duke has four mines around Bosenke, and the mine supervision team in the mine has at least five hundred people. Moreover, we still have many mine slaves to use."

He squeezed his eyes at Dusand, "Like Fine, he was once a mine slave for the Allied soldiers. They picked up their weapons and could burst out much higher than the Navy Commando."

Dusander paused, and then sneered as if nothing had happened, "Distribute weapons to mine slaves, they may have to kill you first!"
Chapter completed!