The sun is shining today, but the spirits of the two women sitting on the carriage are a little depressed.

The Ostara tribe, which used to have a large population, now only has more than 200 people left to continue to drive towards the territory of the Yilmalun people.

Many refugees fell into despair. Those people had hanged themselves in the forest, or fell to the ground weak and became food for beasts.

"Sister, are your legs better?" Sister Ella pressed her sister Carlotta's shoulder and asked weakly.

"I feel much better."

"Then next."

When mentioning the next thing, Carlotta suddenly became alert. The corner of her eye noticed that the man was napping, and she was less vigilant.

Carlotta put her mouth close to her sister's ear, and whispered, "When we get to the port of Yilmallen, you have to listen to me."

"Well, I always listen to you."

"My dear, we may only have one chance to escape, and then we must go all out."

This is what my sister said, but her heart is very tangled. Sister Ella is too young. She naively thinks that someone has promised to give herself and her sister's daily food, and also promised to take care of her in the future. Isn't this person a good person?

However, Ella believes in her sister even more. Maybe my sister has a better countermeasure.

Actually? Carlotta's thoughts about the future can be described as naive. She feels that the identity of her granddaughter, the leader of Ostara, will be revealed, and the leader of the Mellaren will give herself courtesy.

The Gran's team is now in the lead, followed by Fodgen's caravan. At the end of the team were the women who were determined to starve to death without betraying themselves to Fodgen. They took their children and tried their best to follow the large army in order to get to the Yilmalun tribe and receive the courtesy of the locals.

The time has entered June, and the warm wind of early summer blows the whole world, and at this time it is the aquatic plants.

No one knows the tragedy that took place in Blow Bay in the south, but the Yilmalun people learned other news. For example, the fishermen of Mlaren claimed that the Ross people of the north began to establish a stronghold in the land Islands.

The Ross people did have a new base, and they had already started doing business with the nearby Merlaren fishermen.

This situation has further confirmed that the legend about the Rus attack on Gotland is true.

However, those things do not seem to have much to do with the Yilmalun people.

The Yilmalun people living by the lake, their life remains the same.

These people are near the lake in the inland area. There is a wider river bed and the rugged river on the surrounding beach. It continuously pours the fresh water of Lake Yrmalen into the wide Lake Mlaren.

Generally speaking, the area at the mouth of a river and lake is very suitable for establishing a settlement.

However, the regional conditions in that area were not satisfactory to the Yilmalun people.

Living inland, this group of people simply did not have the strength to looting and raiding outside areas. Besides, they were not far from the true north, which was the range of activities of the mighty Mellaren people. They can only live under the "protection" of the Mellaren people.

The Yilmalun people established a settlement in a small bay on the south bank of the lake where they are located. The development of generations has resulted in a large number of wheat fields along the lake appearing around the settlement.

This tribe with a population of 3,000 people sits on a huge field. Here is not only spring wheat, but also onions, cabbage, and peas. Especially for onions and cabbage, they need plenty of water and a warmer climate for their growth. It was early June. The onions that the Yilmalen people planted before the winter in September last year have finally entered the harvest season after resting and growing for more than half a year.

The cold resistance of onion has been an important vegetable crop in Western Europe and Northern Europe since ancient times.

Although people do not have the concept of vitamins, they all know that eating onions is not only good for the body. Its sweet and spicy blend of taste really adds a lot of adjustments to the dull life.

And it is also a low-priced crop in the entire "Mlaren Lake Economic Circle", which is affordable for poor people.

No, some merchants from the Mlaren tribe have already rowed large transport boats against the Stone River to enter Lake Yrmalen.

Four to five hundred merchants and oarsmen entered the port of the Yilmalun. Businessmen generally have already built their own houses, and those oarsmen either slept on the boat or set up tents by the lake.

Everyone was waiting. When the leader of Yilmalun gave the order, the entire tribe immediately began to harvest onions.

It was also a critical moment when the tribe patrolled their fields to guard against thieves.

Opposite those onions, there are plenty of green wheat fields.

There are still more than two months before the harvest of spring wheat. Before harvesting the wheat, the Yilmalun people can harvest a large amount of onions and cabbage.

These dishes can fill the stomach, but relying on these alone cannot make a strong man energetic.

Ordinary people don't have so many requirements. They are very grateful for the gift of the so-called goddess of the lake, and rewarded themselves that they can also eat vegetables to live steadily during the traditional summer famine.

Yes, in the concept of the Yilmalun people, famine events are rare.

This is the case in Northern Europe. The closer the peninsula is to the south, the macroscopic agricultural conditions are gradually improving. The Yilmalen people have enough food to feed themselves, and they can earn a fortune every year by selling their own agricultural products. Even because dealers are uninvited, they can't organize a fleet to the Mlaren bazaar.

While the people of the tribe were eagerly looking forward to a bumper harvest of onions, the farmers guarding the remote farmland saw a mighty "army" driving a large number of cattle and sheep.

Oops! This group of cows and sheep, which can gnaw even the grass roots, does not understand the spicy and sweet roots, they will gnaw the onions clean!

Suddenly the farmers fried the pot.

"No! Some enemies are coming! They want to take all our onions!"

"Brothers, take up arms and go to the fields to defend our property."

More than 30 farmers who ran back to the settlement were the first to scream for help on the intricate dirt roads of the tribe.

As more peasants came with a frightened look, and some peasants ran out with shields and short spears immediately after returning home, those who had turned a blind eye for a while could no longer stand idly by.

Several farmers simply broke into the leader's house and reported terrible things to the guards.

Winterson, the leader of Yilmallen, was also taken aback.

"What? A group of cattle and sheep from the south? There is also a large group of enemies? Are they really enemies?"

The guard also heard hearsay: "My lord, the situation is very uncertain now. Whether it is an enemy or a friend, those cattle and sheep will definitely destroy our farmland."

"Well, organize the army first. We must stop them from trampling on the farmland and come with me."

With that, the leader Wenderson, the lean middle-aged man immediately put on leather armor, brought his own sword and shield, greeted nearly a hundred guards under his command to enter the streets of the tribe, and declared war mobilization as the leader.

With this order, the entire tribe fell into a high degree of tension.

Some people suspect that the cattle and sheep were brought back by allies in the south. It's just that they appeared at this point in time, what happened?

Windson summoned all the 1,200 men with weapons that the tribe could get. There are more than 400 young women who also hold weapons, or simply digging shovel and hoes, to participate in the camp of their own people.

Even with those merchants who lived as a guest, they didn't even think about continuing to do business this year or even next if the Yilmalun's crops were destroyed. Out of the protection of their own interests, plus a slogan of supporting traditional allies, another ally composed of more than 300 merchants and oarsmen joined the army of Yilmalen.

For a time, an army of up to two thousand troops quickly assembled, rushed to the farmland of the tribe, and stood densely on the ridges.

In this situation, the Granite team, which was moving slowly, was nervously nervous.

"Chief, are they going to war? We are allies. Wouldn't this group of people also take refuge in the Danes?"

"You're so stupid." The Granite leader Oak knocked on his subordinate's helmet.

The subordinate continued to advise: "My lord, there is such a possibility, you have to be careful."

"Forget it. I think they are worried that our team will destroy their fields. The leader of Yilmallen is called Wenderson. I know the character of the guy. That guy is most concerned about his field. Inform my brothers and take good care of his own. Cattle and sheep, don't keep going."

After giving the order, the Granite leader led ten people out of the large army and headed to the opposite camp.

Because allies in the south generally raise cattle and sheep, many of the leather goods needed by the Yilmalun tribe also come from the south.

The leader Wenderson narrowed his eyes and saw the guy who was approaching.

"It's Gran? Why did they come here?"

With doubts in mind, Wenderson also issued an order to order the people of the tribe to stay alert. And he also took the ten proud fighters on his side and walked forward to negotiate with them.

In this way, the leaders of the two tribes met on Tianlong.

With a courteous courtesy, the Granite explained the truth of the destruction of the Ostara.

"The Danes? Could it be that our southern line of defense has collapsed?! In this way, wouldn't we become the southern line of defense?"

"It's true." In order to highlight the seriousness of the situation, the leader of the Granite, Oke, deliberately claimed that only more than a hundred women and children survived in the huge Ostala tribe. "According to the news I got, the Danes seemed to be possessed by the evil gods. They launched an indiscriminate attack. In order to avoid disaster, we fled."

Hearing the news, Wendson of Yelmalen's eyelids jumped wildly, and the feet in his boots were also full of cold sweat.

"Could it be that... the Danish chaser... the enemy is coming?"

"They didn't come, maybe they thought they had won and retreated."

"The Danes really didn't come?" Wenderson continued to ask.

"It's true. My friend, all of our tribes in the south have lost their homes. All the tribes are fleeing. To escape death, I came with the tribe. I hope that my tribe can settle near your lake, We will be neighbors from now on."

"This..." Speaking of a very realistic question, Wenderson realized that he couldn't answer this readily.

To be a neighbor? Based on the current situation, this is a good thing, but the Gran people who are good at raising cattle and sheep are here. If the cattle and sheep are not well controlled, they will definitely become monsters that destroy the farmland.

Taking into account the mentality of the people, Wenderson estimated that it would never be possible for Granites to live together.

After all, those who came were old friends, and Wenderson didn't embarrass these people anymore.

His only requirement is that the cattle and sheep must be restrained. The so-called once the onion is destroyed by the cattle and the sheep, the people of Gran must use the cattle and sheep to pay off the debt.

In order to avoid unnecessary troubles, Wenderson temporarily pointed out a temporary resting place for the Granites.

"Your army will first go to the northeast of our tribe, where is the undeveloped wasteland. You rest for a while, my friend, please allow me to invite you to my home. Maybe we should discuss the future."

The Granians, who have suffered from the hardship of the boats and cars, really need to rest, and the leader Oak agreed to the kindness of his friends.

The war alarm was lifted, and life seemed to recover quickly.

The Granite troops moved in a new direction, but, as a businessman, Fodgen, he saw a large number of buildings not far away, and realized that he must have arrived at the initial destination.

"Carlotta, Ella, we have arrived at Yilmallen. My dear, wait a moment for all of us to rest."

The two girls were attentively observing everything around them. Carlotta clutched her sister's hand tightly, her eyes trying to observe the details of everything in order to find a chance to escape.

"What's the matter? Are you two asleep?" As he said, Fodgen turned his head and noticed that the eyes of the two children seemed to be looking at something else.

"Is this the first time you have come to Yilmallen? Haha, don't worry. We will spend the night here, and we will leave for Mellaren tomorrow. Haha, bear with me again, when I get to my island, I will give it to you Arrange the most comfortable room." Verdegen kept saying his promises, his words full of pride.

Carlotta understands that he and his sister have a chance to escape, just tonight!

Now Fodgen has no time to take care of Gran's affairs. What he needs to consider most is how to bring back the nearly 100 Ostara refugees under his control. The food expenses of so many people were not a small figure, and he didn't want to waste time in Yilmallen.

More than a month ago, when Verdegen left Mlaren and headed south, he was travelling by sea, but he had also travelled many times over land.

He understands the geographical situation of Yilmalun. As a businessman, he placed the caravan on a small wasteland near the settlement of the locals.

While it was still dark, the businessman rushed to the dock with a few proud subordinates to look for those rowing boats. In the end, he could only reach a business agreement with his business counterparts.

Because only their own merchants brought large transport ships, the local fishermen in Yilmalen, their small boats simply can't work!

Both of them are businessmen, and what they pay attention to is a reputation.

The colleagues all learned about the fall of Ostara, they didn't even think that they all came from Mellaren and knew something about Verdegen.

They envied the fact that this surviving fellow had gotten a hundred slaves. What else could they do except envy?

Even if Fodgen tried his best to defend, his colleagues, besides joking and joking, also offered their terms.

It turns out that these merchants are waiting to transport onions! Soon the Yilmalen people's onions were harvested, and whoever has the fleet at the port will be able to purchase the best quality batch. At this critical moment, Fodgen must be given a good reward before the fleet can take this group of people to Mellaren.

Are you forced to stay here?

impossible!

Fodgen reckons that if they leave with a large number of onions, they will only come back when the cabbage is harvested again. If you can't make a deal with them right away, you're in trouble!

He reluctantly paid a deposit of two pounds of silver coins to a caravan, and he had to pay another two pounds after it was done.

For caravans, this is simply a ripping off behavior. Transporting all the people and belongings of Fodgen to Melaren, basically the fleet is downstream, and it may be possible to transport all of them to Fodgen's site in a whole day. Why not make four pounds of silver coins before and after?

For this professional caravan selling agricultural products, they fought against Fodgen, and the four pounds of silver coin income has almost caught up with their annual gross profit from trafficking. Even if it is the owner of the fleet, the person's annual net income is only about 100 silver coins. The routine is to hoard onions to sell in winter, and hoard wheat to sell in summer, in order to make money on the market when supply and demand are out of balance.

But most of the fleet is run by small-capital businessmen. If it were not for the Danes, who had lost all of their ships, Fodgen would not bother to communicate with this group of people.

After all, in the business district of Fordgen, all you know are the big business people who are active in the "Melaren Economic Circle"! His Fodggen level is naturally much worse, so it depends on who he compares. If he set aside the prosperous and peaceful years of the previous years and drove up his fur business, he would have made more than 20 pounds of silver in his annual net profit.