The late-autumn night was very quiet, and the scent of pine resin was soothing too. Whether the militia in the village slept or not, and no matter how well the tribal archers in the camp rested, the military noble E-Zhuo, on the village chief's comfortable grass bed, truly slept very well indeed!
"Praise the Main God! That sleep felt so good, my whole body's loosened up... Ah, not bad. Truly not bad!"
The next morning, Woodpecker E-Zhuo wore a smile as he ate the village flatbread, while "promising" the nearby farming-garrison leader Tagu.
"Blessings of the Main God! When I come back after the war next year, if I pass by here again, I'll definitely come sleep here one more time!..."
"Ah?!..."
Hearing Woodpecker's words, the farming-garrison leader Tagu was struck as if by thunder. His hand trembled, and he shook the piping-hot flatbread straight onto the ground. He stared wide-eyed at the utterly sincere E-Zhuo, itching to pick up his long spear and viciously stab the man right in the face.
Mm, the farming-garrison leader Tagu did indeed have a two-and-a-half-meter legion long spear. He was actually a retired warrior of River Mouth County's First Spear Legion. He had not been wounded, nor was he old; the reason he had left the legion was precisely because he had obeyed the order of the legion commander, County Magistrate Kuluka.
Back when the Kingdom established the civilian farming settlements of River Mouth County, every settlement needed several village heads and warriors to manage it. Monkey Kuluka came from commoner stock, and under him there were neither Mexica nobles who had come to serve him nor hereditary family warriors. So the method he came up with was to transfer a batch of reliable veterans out of his own legion and send them