After temporarily placing the cattle and sheep in the ranch of Fort Morand, Rainer led the army back to Mecalon City.

Lena has not found enough manpower to take care of those cattle and sheep, but in the final analysis these are his private property, and the residents of the north are not like serfs in the traditional sense, they are also the domestic slaves of the nobles.

So Rainer can only gather the shepherds in his hands for the time being, and then send them to Fort Morand to raise them.

And since Rainer has made up his mind to keep these cattle and sheep in captivity, there must be bullpens and sheep pens large enough to hold so many cattle and sheep, and this requires manual construction.

Therefore, those cattle and sheep can only circulate and commit crimes on that pasture at present, and wait until the sheep pen and cattle shed are built before they are raised in captivity.

So, it’s Tillihan and his riding and archers who are managing the herd of cattle and sheep now...

"Head... I haven't done such a job for seven or eight years..." a horse archer said to Tirihan depressed.

"Close your dog's mouth!" Tirehan irritably turned his hand back and drew a whip on the opponent's body, but he didn't use too much force, and he was wearing armor. This behavior can only be said to be a joke.

"Do I want to do this job? Isn't that Master Yan needs us to do this? Our job is to follow Master Yan's orders! Don't complain to me! Get away from me! Go!"

The city gate was already crowded with people, and there were heads of Mimizaza everywhere. Residents stretched their necks to look forward. Some savvy merchants even came here with merchandise to sell.

Lena wore the magnificent armor for combat, and Sarang and Lombard followed him behind him with the golden lion flag on the red background. The Scarlet Gryphon knights lined up in three rows, following them in unison.

As soon as they entered the city, they immediately aroused earth-shattering cheers from the citizens.

The red griffin feathers on the helmets of the Scarlet Gryphon Riders fluttered up and down with the biting cold wind, and the armors painted in red with the griffin pattern with teeth and dancing claws would look majestic when worn on their bodies.

Riding a high-headed war horse under the hip, looking straight ahead without squinting, such scarlet gryphon riders have never seen the citizens.

In their impressions, the image of these Scarlet Gryphon Knights is generally still in the stage of patrolling the city. They are strong and strong, but the leather armor they wear is no matter how sharp the armor is now. The knight equated.

After becoming Leiner's leaders, it was the first time they saw how mighty the army of earls who returned triumphantly was, which made their support for Leiner even higher.

Leonor rode forward slowly on the back of the horse with his head upright. This kind of pretending thing was thought of by him in his previous life, so he enjoyed the feeling after crossing over.

At the same time, the opposite of Mecalon City is the Pakuten Department.

A group of nobles in the tribe rushed into the big tent of Prince Samuzha, their faces extremely ugly.

"What's the matter with you?" Prince Samuza put down the knife he was playing with and asked when he looked up at the dozen or so people who rushed in.

"My lord... I heard... I heard that you accepted the canonization of the yellow-haired earl, you surrendered to him?" asked a sturdy man who was covered in muscles and covered in several layers of thick fur.

Seeing the other person's angry look, Samuzha raised his head and cast him a cold look.

This eye suddenly made this muscular prairie man cold all over his body, and a layer of fine sweat appeared on his forehead, as if he was facing a fierce hungry wolf.

"Are you questioning me?" Prince Samuza didn't get angry, and didn't even change his tone. He just picked up the knife again and put it in his hand to play with.

"No... how dare I ask the king... I just... just don't understand!" The sturdy man instantly withered like a cat with a mouse, and said dejectedly.

Samuzha played with the knife in his hand, sat up straight, looked at other people, and asked, "You guys are here to ask about this too?"

Everyone nodded silently.

"Well, let me tell you, this is indeed true. I have become a courtier of the Earl of Beijing Leiner! Although I still don't understand what a vassal means, he is already my monarch, and the title he granted me is Baron Pakuten!" Samuzha stood up from the wool felt and said.

"But...but...but how can the king succumb to others and become others' courtiers?" His group was even more surprised, and said dumbfounded.

"Do I want to be someone else's courtier?" Samuzha looked at them and said coldly: "I also know that it's ugly to be someone else's courtier, but don't you know what kind of situation we are facing now?"

"We are already on the verge of life and death. We finally wanted to go to the West to find opportunities and were beaten back by them! I have no choice! If this continues, our Pakuten Department will perish sooner or later!"

"Instead of letting the tribe perish, it is better for me to remove the title of the king on my head and seek refuge..." At this point, Prince Samuzha sat down on the wool felt and said: "Don't call me king anymore, I The current title is Baron Pakuten!"

"But... can the Northern Earl Rainer help us defeat Morsh and his five thousand army? That's five thousand cavalry! Can you change everything by surrendering to him?"

A middle-aged man stepped forward and said to Samuza: "I think, instead of succumbing to others like this, it is better to fight Morsh directly! At least we can preserve our dignity!"

"That northern earl! Does he also have five thousand cavalry? Yes, he defeated us, but does that mean he can defeat Morsh? That is five thousand powerful cavalry!"

After these words, ~lightnovelpub.net~ there was silence in the tent, and the other people's thoughts were similar to his. The five thousand cavalrymen were like a big mountain pressing on them, leaving them breathless.

After a while, Samuzha spoke: "My uncle, you believe my judgment, Earl Rainer is a different person! He will definitely help us through this difficult time!"

"Yes! This is not realistic at all!"

"I said believe my judgment!" Samuzha stood up and frowned and shouted, "Are you not even listening to my orders? Are you trying to kill me and go to Morsh?"

Listening to Samuzha's excited roar, everyone stopped talking.

Samuzha brought the 50,000 troops of Pakuten to fight against Morsh many times, and each time they lost more than they won, and their soldiers were no better than the 5,000 borrowed by Morsh from Agur’s department. cavalry.

No matter in terms of combat effectiveness or equipment, they are all different.

And this series of failures directly caused Samuza's prestige to be quickly damaged. If it weren't for the accumulation of prestige in the past, I am afraid these people would dare to speak against him.