Chapter 229 Surprise Attack on the Harbor

Rinsk Port.

This important port of the barbarians in the far north ushered in the busiest time.

The blizzard finally stopped, and the blue sky and the rising sun in the east heralded the beginning of a sunny day, and such weather is rare at the end of winter.

A barbarian man in a messy animal skin short came out of the stone house next to the port and, under the command of the port sage, either went to the road to clean up the snow, or to the nearby warehouse to carry supplies to earn a meager salary.

Linsk Port is a harbor port. To the north and to the west are the rolling snowy mountains, and to the south is the hills and snowfields of the relative plains. The barbarians have built a fortress city near the port to protect its safety.

Despite hundreds of years of history, the people who really mastered the fortress and port did not intend to build it into a truly prosperous and beautiful harbor, but only as a transit point for barbarian support and plunder.

So in addition to the urban appearance of Linsk Fortress, the barbarian settlement area outside the fortress is completely a slum, a settlement for barbarian porters, vagrants, small fishermen, craftsmen and girls.

With these tens of thousands of cheap labor, the human nation plunders a large amount of wealth from here every year, far beyond their support to the barbarians.

Due to the bad weather, a large number of grain, forage and weapons from the southern country piled up in the warehouse area on the edge of the port and could not be shipped out. The cold weather even made the sea water around the port frozen. The ships could not approach or transport the same timber ore and animal skins stored in the port area.

"Open all the warehouses. We must load 3,000 snow camels today!"

Oransk, the second deacon of the fat port, roared at the barbarians under his hand, hoping to whip these lazy people with the whip in his hand.

The barbarians are famous for their strength and hard work, but these barbarians who have lived in the port of Linsk have long lost the tenacity and toughness of the nomadic tribes, and have also been infected with the bad habits of many races, and will not work hard like real slaves.

Olensk cursed these lazy guys in his heart, but he didn't dare to really offend them.

You should know that although the barbarians are the servants of the human race, they are quite united. If the whip in his hand is really passed, the consequences will be quite serious.

Once there is a strike and the supply goods in the warehouse cannot be delivered, it is still a small matter for him to lose this rich job.

So the deacon, who weighs more than 200 pounds, can only be moved and tempted: "Think about your companions who fight against the orcs. They are still suffering from hunger, er... After finishing today, everyone can get more than two pounds of rye!"

The former obviously could not stimulate the nerves of the laborers, but obviously no one could resist the ** of two pounds of rye. Hundreds of barbarians were refreshed and their movements suddenly accelerated a lot.

Clean up the snow in front of the warehouse door, push open the wooden door, and a snow camel was led from the livestock pens and began to load the most urgently needed food on the front line.

The raging blizzard has isolated the main road to the west, and only the road to the south can barely walk. Many convoys have been stranded in the port area for seven or eight days, and they are eager to go back.

While the weather is fine, Oransk can't wait to deliver all the supplies in stock at once, so he can rest comfortably in the fortress of Linsk for a period of time without dealing with barbarians in this dirty port.

"Quick! Hurry up, all of you!"

While he was busy commanding his men, a long team entered the port area from the south.

Olensk soon found out, so the size of this team is very large, with thousands of snow camels and hundreds of heavily armed guards showing its strength.

And the most eye-catching thing is the frost giant war puppet behind the team. Such a big guy, it is difficult for people not to pay attention.

Which legion's bridron is this? Warren City?? Oransk was a little surprised, but he was very annoyed by the other party's behavior of bringing the Frost Giants into the port area.

"Stop, stop!" He didn't care about the mud on the ground and rushed to each other with agility that was not compatible with his body.

Running all the way, he finally stopped the other party on the periphery of the warehouse area: "Which team are you from? How did you bring the Frost Giant in?"

A leading barbarian warrior jumped off the snow camel and said rudely, "We are from the city of Warren. A few days ago, one of our convoys was attacked by a despicable sneak attack and lost all the supplies."

So that's it! Oransk understood, so the size of the transport team was so large, and there was the protection of the Frost Giant.

"Now Warren City is in urgent need of 300 heads of grain, arrows and mane oil. Please fill our snow camels immediately. We will go back soon!" The barbarian warrior continued.

"Oh! Oh! Brave young man, I can understand your eagerness, but it's not that easy!" Oransk wiped the sweat on his face, shook his hand and said, "Look over there, there are still more than a dozen transport teams waiting to deliver supplies. You have to wait according to the rules and wait until they all leave."

"How long will it take? We can wait, but Warren City can't wait!" The barbarian warrior was anxious as soon as he heard this and shouted, "We have been here for three days and three nights. It will take longer to go back!"

Auransk didn't care about the other party's anger. After working in the port for so many years, he was used to these roaring guys: "It's not my responsibility, unless you can get special permission from the fortress commander."

He pointed to the Lynsk Fortress not far away: "I only obey the commander's orders!"

The barbarian warrior stared at him, and the anger in his eyes could almost melt steel, but Oransk looked directly at the other party, and it was expected that this guy did not dare to do anything to him.

After a moment of confrontation, the momentum of the barbarian warriors quickly weakened. He looked left and right, lowered his head to Oransk and whispered, "Your Excellency, please think of a way. Our Warren City is really in urgent need of this batch of supplies."

As he spoke, he quickly stuffed a fur pocket into Oransk's hand.

A smile appeared on Oranske's fat face. He didn't expect the big man in front of him to know how to get priority through bribery.

There is no doubt that this guy is much smarter than the captains of the original Warren City. Uh-huh, it's better to be attacked!

As the second deacon of the port, although Auransk is in charge of dozens of warehouses, large and small, he does not have the ability and courage to embezzle the materials inside, which is the interest of the higher level.

But he can profit from these transport teams from different places. Do he want to get the best supplies? Want to load and send it away as soon as possible? No problem, just be willing to spend some money!

He weighed the heavy money bag. Even if he didn't open the bag, Oransk could accurately judge that it was full of gold coins, no less than 200 pieces, which was equivalent to his half-year salary.

"Okay! You convinced me that I will let you load it in advance..." Oransk nodded and said, "Give me the approval letter from the military department."

Linsk Port is a military-controlled port. The power is in the hands of the top commander of the fortress. It is impossible for a convoy to move supplies at will after arriving at the port. A confirmation and approval letter from the military department is required.

"We just arrived, and we haven't come to the fortress headquarters to exchange the approval letter..." The barbarian soldier smiled bitterly and said, "Well, I'll send someone to handle it immediately. Let our soldiers go to the warehouse to carry arrows and mane oil first, so that it won't affect your grain loading."

"This is not a compliant rule!" Oransk frowned: "I can help you load it in advance, but I can't do it without a reply..."

A piece of cold crystal stuffed into his hand made the deacon shut his mouth. This is a magic crystal more valuable than gold coins, and the quality is quite good!

It seems that the situation in Warren City is really bad! Oransk smiled in his heart. The life or death of the barbarian had nothing to do with him, and the immediate interests were real.

And the so-called rules are broken by people. Anyway, as long as there are sufficient materials, the fortress headquarters will basically not reject the demand from the front line.

"Okay! Today, I'll make an exception..." He said to the barbarian entourage behind him, "Take them to the weapons warehouse and the mane oil warehouse, and let them install 300 heads first!"

A snow camel has a standard load of about 500 pounds of materials, and 300 heads are 150,000 pounds. If it hadn't been for the role of gold coins and crystals, the deacon would not have been so generous.

"We don't have enough manpower. You have to install it yourself, and my people will be responsible for inventory." Oransk turned around and said to the barbarian warrior, "Let someone change the reply letter quickly, otherwise you can't leave even if you put it up."

"Good!" The barbarian warrior agreed.

Hundreds of soldiers entered the warehouse area with 300 empty snow camels, and Oransk's men opened the arsenal and mane oil warehouse opposite the granary.

Mane oil is an important war material in the north. It is made from the fat of snow bral pigs. It can be eaten and used as a maintenance weapon. It can be applied to the skin to protect against cold and treat frostbite. It can even attack the enemy directly as fire oil when necessary.

When his men began to carry large cans of mane oil, the barbarian warrior took Oransk aside.

Olensk was in a good mood, and the other party's sneaky behavior also made the cunning deacon smell the charm of money again.

"What else do you want?" Oransk asked with a smile, and his eyes narrowed into a slit.

The barbarian warrior also smiled, revealing his white teeth.

(to be continued)