In the east corner of the barracks, there was a group of temporary shacks. Nailed together with crude wood and iron plates, this was where Allen's warriors rested. Whether it was Inch Fire, the King Of Mountains, or the ordinary infantry soldiers, they didn't have much of a problem with where they lived. After all, this was an extraordinary period. Even if the Deep Sea Scaled Concubine had a little bias in allocating accommodation, for example, the warriors of their own army were assigned to relatively spacious barracks. However, the warriors chose to remain silent and put this little unfair treatment in their stomachs.
But now, the atmosphere in front of these simple shacks was tense, and there was even a hint of hostility.
One to two hundred people had already gathered here. Among them, a hundred or so infantry of the Deep Sea Scaled Concubine were all armed. Although their swords had yet to be unsheathed, everyone's expressions were solemn. They headed in the direction of the shacks. Outside, there was a human wall formed by fifty King Of Mountains. The King Of Mountains Warrior did not carry his usual warhammer with him, only carrying a square shield. However, in their hands, this shield could also be turned into a weapon when necessary.
Broy had taught them how to use a shield. Apart from protecting themselves, it could also be used as a weapon. However, the King Of Mountains used warhammers the most, but that didn't mean that they only had the power to defend with shields.
Standing in front of the King Of Mountains was William. The tall young man was moving his Angry Beast Armor and looking coldly at the two people standing in front of him.
One was Abel, the other was Glar.
Glar stood a little later and wisely chose to protect his nephew.
Abel's face flushed red and he shouted, "I'll say it again, hand over your Fire Thunder and rifles!"
"Then I'll tell you again," said William, unmoved. "It's impossible. These things belong to Sir Allen's war supplies. No matter what, we won't give them to you. "
"Bastard, who are you? He was just a lowly martial artist, not even a Knight. You don't deserve to talk to me, and you don't have the qualifications. Listen, you guys, I'll give you one more chance. If you don't hand it over, I'll punish you according to military law! "Abel said sternly, his eyes almost spitting fire.
At this moment, someone behind him said indifferently, "William is my brother. What he says is equivalent to what I say." Since he said no, it was the same answer when it came to me. May I ask the noble Adjutant Abel, are you going to punish him according to military law? "
Abel and the soldiers surrounding the shack turned around. Behind them, Allen looked at them coldly with his hands behind his back. Allen did not mention gathering Origin Energy, but that formless aura was as sharp as a sword as it rushed forward. Those who were hit by his aura, whether it was the soldiers or Abel, all felt a chill down their spines, and their expressions changed drastically. Especially the row of soldiers standing closest to him, they were even pushed back a few steps by his cold killing intent, making way for him.
Allen walked towards William with his hands behind his back. Behind him was Jorah, who had an equally gloomy expression.
After walking to the inner circle, Jorah looked at Abel, but in the end, her gaze fell on Graner, and she said, "Dear uncle, can you tell me what is going on here? When did our Deep Sea Scaled Concubine's swords actually turn towards our brothers and allies? "
The last sentence was very stern, and the soldiers couldn't help but lower their heads, not daring to meet Jorah's gaze.
Glar chuckled dryly, but after the battle, he heard from Abel about the powerful grenades and rifles that Allen and the others had used to raze the artillery positions and defend the defensive walls. He immediately encouraged Abel to get these weapons, and Abel thought it was feasible. If he had such a powerful weapon in hand, he would be able to obtain more military merits.
At this moment, the soldiers that his family had placed in the Deep Sea Scaled Concubine took advantage of Jorah and Allen's absence to force the barracks. Originally, he thought that with his official position and a hundred soldiers, Allen's subordinates would obediently hand over the things. As long as the things were in his hands, even if Allen came to ask for them, he would be able to safely use Earl Oban's name to suppress them. However, Abel had never thought that Allen would not put them in his eyes, and even his subordinates would not obey his orders.
In a fit of anger, Abel naturally clashed with William, and in the end, he still alarmed Allen and Jorah.
Asked by Jorah, Glar simply walked out and said, "Miss Jorah, you saw it too. Sir Allen has a batch of powerful weapons in his hands. Abel and I both believe that it would be better for the Deep Sea Scaled Concubine to use these weapons. After all, we are the main defense force, and we need these weapons more than Sir Allen. I think Sir Allen has always been generous, so he should be happy to hand them over with both hands, right? "
Allen looked deeply at Grar's ugly face, but a smile appeared on his face. "Viscount Grar, Adjutant Abel. Now I'll give you a chance to scram in three seconds. Or should I break your legs and send you back? "
Glar's expression stiffened. He didn't expect Allen to tear his face apart. Abel was even more indignant and shouted angrily, "Miss Jorah, are you going to let a little baron humiliate us like this? He's just a country bumpkin. How dare he speak so rudely? I … "
"What, does Lord Abel want to have a duel between nobles?" Allen revealed his white teeth. His eyes were ice-cold, but the smile on his face was incomparably brilliant.
Abel's chest rose and fell, but in the end, he swallowed the words "I want to duel you" that rushed out of his mouth. After all, Allen's battle record was there. No matter how arrogant he was, he was not arrogant enough to think that he could defeat the young Sir in front of him.
Allen's smile faded and he shouted, "Since you don't dare, scram!"
Without looking at Abel, he said to Welik, "If our guests don't want to leave by themselves, do you know what to do?"
"Of course, Young Master." William clenched his fists and licked his lips.
Grar was so angry that his entire body trembled, but he pulled Abel and finally led the soldiers away dejectedly. After they left, Jorah revealed a tired expression and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't know they would do such a rude thing. Those soldiers are all from their own families. Please believe that the warriors of the Deep Sea Scaled Concubine will not be so rude and reckless. "
Allen nodded and said, "Of course I know, but Grar and his nephew have been trying to hit me over and over again. You know, I'm not that easy to talk to. I have to teach those two a lesson. "
"Now is not the time. I promise that after this battle, I will have my brother give you a satisfactory explanation." Jorah said softly.
She revealed a trace of weakness. Seeing her like this, Allen did not want to cause internal strife at this time and let Hagrid take advantage of it for nothing. He immediately agreed, "Alright, I'll listen to you."
"Thank you." Jorah smiled and her frown slightly dissipated.
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