Chapter 251 - 169 Burning my Field_2

Chapter 251: Chapter 169 Burning my Field_2

Translator: 549690339

Martial law during wartime refers to the practice of controlling over traffic, food, water, and fuel on the roads in order to prioritize war needs, ensuring that troops could be mobilized smoothly during a conflict.

Otherwise, it would be ridiculous if a squad was blocked on the road while trying to relocate elsewhere.

“How should we manage now that such controls are in place? This is going to be troublesome, how do we leave the city?” Negris voiced his concerns.

Now that the insecticide was ready, it was only natural to test it at the earliest opportunity. Yet, it was impossible to encounter any bugs if they couldn’t leave the city.

Just as Negris was brooding over this, the sound of galloping hooves echoed in the streets. A cavalry troop of three soldiers came racing in from the other end of the street. Spotting Ange and his companions, they immediately shouted: “Under martial law, cease your wandering around. Ah?”

After shouting out a couple times, the soldier recognized the composition of Ange’s group and his eyes lit up.

His gaze first fell upon Vania, he excitedly said: “A splendid Totem Column? A war Minotaur? And dressed in civilian clothes? Brilliant, you’ve been conscripted. Head to the combat provisioning camp for a piece of leather armor, then proceed to the city wall. No defiance allowed!”

After finishing, his gaze fell upon Little Zombie and Ange, healthy adult men who are also within the conscription age. Therefore, he said, “Both of you have also been conscripted.”

Finally, looking toward Sava and Little Angel, his expression softened slightly: “You two are not within the conscription limits, go home. Do not roam around aimlessly. Those who can fight have already climbed onto the city walls. Some despicable characters are lurking around. If you two encounter any bad guys, yell for help immediately, understood?”

Vania looked doubtfully at Ange, she had already figured out that among this group, the silent Ange was the real leader. The chattiest Bronze Dragon turned out to be the one with the least status.

However, Vania wasn’t too certain about this guesswork, as the Bronze Dragon was described as the God of Knowledge by Sava. How could a deity be ‘the one with the least status’?

However, Ange’s small stature wasn’t very convincing, Vania didn’t quite believe that such a small human could protect her. She felt she could protect him instead, at least her body could shield him from arrows.

Alright, I’ll stand next to you later and protect you. Vania secretly made up her mind.

The military supplies depot in front was already jam-packed. As Vanina walked over, threw her Totem Column on the ground and extended her arm, the crowd in front tumbled down, and she easily walked in.

Not long after, she walked out, wearing an obviously too small leather armor that tightly hugging all over her body. As she adjusted it, she grumbled, “The old man inside says there’s no armor in my size. I’ll have to make do with a smaller size, and the iron armor sizes are even smaller.”

“At least you’ve got something. Back home, Purple Corpse could make you a set. With your figure, probably only a Titan’s armor would fit.” Negris said, resigned.

Only Vania put on armor, Ange and Little Zombie were still seemingly empty-handed, especially Little Angel who was even more conspicuous in her pure white dress – pink and delicate, she wouldn’t look out of place in a fairy tale.

From the martial lookout, staring at the city wall, afar from the city wall down to the squadron of cavalry on standby, Anthony, who led the group, squinted a glance and frowned, “Hey, isn’t that the lord who delivered the rations? They’re going to the city wall?”

As soon as he stepped onto the city wall, Ange instantly felt something. He looked towards the outside of the city and saw a sea of bugs.

Outside the walls, beyond the line of fire created by the insect repellent, the land was densely packed with black bugs. The entire open ground seemed to be carpeted in bugs, extending all the way to the horizon.