The sudden victory made Baker very excited. Although his excitement was mixed with a hint of uneasiness, this did not affect his admiration for Wu Lai. After Wu Lai finished his lecture and left the training ground, he hurriedly chased after him.

"Lord Wu Lai, I have a suggestion," Baker said tentatively.

"Oh? Tell me about it." Wu Lai stopped. Although he despised Baker from the bottom of his heart and had already made plans to kick this guy out of Salt Marsh Town, Wu Lai had to admit that this guy was very good at financial management. He kept a clear and flawless account book, and it would take some time for him to find any mistakes.

"Don't hang those forty-plus corpses on the edge of the town. I heard that after the corpses rot, they will attract diseases, maybe even plague. Hang them on the horse trail ten miles away from the town. It will be a bit troublesome, but it won't attract diseases." Baker said with a smile.

"Your idea is good. I originally thought of going to the salt field to get some salt to pickle these corpses, so that they can be hung for a long time without rotting. Now I think it would be better to hang them on the side of the horse trail after pickling them." Wu Lai smiled and said. This sounded a bit cruel, but Wu Lai needed to do this right now. At least it could intimidate some restless guys, whether they were in the town or outside the town.

"Your Excellency is truly a genius, killing two birds with one stone." After Baker finished flattering Woolley, he rolled his eyes and asked, "Your Excellency, I heard that some of the horses seized today were dead or injured. Can you give me two of these useless horses? If not, one will be fine too?"

As expected, his greedy nature was revealed in just three sentences. Wu Lai commented in his heart, then smiled and nodded: "The fruits of victory should be shared by everyone. How about I give you one dead horse and two injured horses?"

"Thank you so much, sir." Baker thanked with a smile on his face, and couldn't help but say a lot of flattering words. Wu Lai didn't feel anything, but Guru got goose bumps all over his body after hearing it.

After walking a short distance, Wu Lai quickened his pace. His original plan of taking a slow stroll was obviously not going to work because the townspeople were too enthusiastic. They walked towards him, nodding, smiling, and waving. He also had to distract himself to listen to the flattery of the sycophant Baker, which was really difficult.

"Gulu, I'll trouble you to lead a few people to go around the streets and register all the people who have signed up to join the militia. Also, have Lauren drive a car to the salt field to haul salt back to dispose of the bodies..." After Wu Lai gave Gulu detailed instructions, he turned his eyes and looked at Baker, "Baker, today is a day worth celebrating. Let's go home early. When you settle the wages, give everyone a 10% bonus. Just say that I'm treating everyone to a drink."

"As you wish." Baker's smile grew wider.

After giving all the instructions, Wu Lai walked out of the town quickly. Pu Ya and twenty young men from the Daishan team were still waiting for him, while they were also cordoning off the scene and guarding the horses.

Seeing Wu Lai coming, Pu Ya hurried to greet him: "Master, the bandits' backup horses have also been brought in. Among the captured bandits, those with minor injuries have been sent to the official residence to await interrogation, and those with serious injuries have been executed by me. The bandit leader has also been sent to the official residence, but his injuries are serious. If he is not treated quickly, I am afraid he will not survive tonight."

"We have to find a way to keep him alive. I am still useful." Wu Lai frowned. "It is easy for him to bring more than a hundred horses. Many of his leather armor and weapons are standard equipment of the Assyrian Legion. He is definitely not a small character."

Pu Ya nodded and asked, "Master, would you like to say a few words to encourage the children?"

"That's exactly why I came," Woolley replied with a slight smile.

…

Shortly after nightfall, Lauren returned with an empty car.

"Sir, the salt field said that without Lord Tours' personal approval, not a single grain of salt can be taken away." Laurent said in fear.

"Didn't you tell me I wanted it?" Wu Lai was furious, but as soon as he said this he knew it was unnecessary for him to ask, because Lauren was driving the official residence's carriage, and it was impossible for him not to tell her that he wanted the salt field.

"Sir, I told you, they said that Lord Tours ordered that even if the lords from the city of Lunvington come, they cannot do it without a permit," Lauren replied.

"Asshole!" Wu Lai couldn't help but slam the table and stood up. He was the governor of Salt Marsh Town, and he was slapped in the face in his own place. How could he bear it? "Wu Lai." Gulu frowned, anger was hidden on his face, "How about I take a few people with me?"

"No need. I'll do the bullying myself." Wu Lai waved his sleeves and said to Laurent, "Go, find ten militiamen, give each of them a horse, plus a cart, and get me enough torches. I want to see which bastards are so bold!"

"Should we call Puya?" Guru asked quickly.

"No, she's busy." Wu Lai shook his head. Pu Ya was chatting with the twenty boys from the Daishan team at this moment. It was not only a chat, but also encouragement. To put it bluntly, these boys were killing machines. In order to prevent them from suffering irreversible psychological damage, Wu Lai specially compiled a booklet for Vulture and Pu Ya. Every time the boys finished a mission, the two of them would gather them together for a genuine psychological intervention, but they didn't know the term.

After a while, the chaotic sound of horse hooves shattered the tranquility of the night in Salt Marsh Town. Many townspeople looked curiously in the direction of the horse hooves, only to see a string of torches swaying with flames, running slowly towards the direction of the salt field...

The nearest area of ​​the salt field to Yanhuan Town is about ten miles away, and the salt storage area is even farther away, requiring another five miles to reach. Moreover, there is no horse trail from the town to the salt field. There are only obvious or blurred ruts on the white saline-alkali land.

Wu Lai fell asleep against the side of the carriage. The road was quite bumpy, so his body was shaking slightly. Fortunately, there was a small partition on each side, which prevented him from falling in his sleep.

Puya sat opposite Wulai, because Guru was really worried about letting Wulai go "alone" - in Guru's opinion, neither Laurent nor the militia were very reliable, and the journey might not be peaceful. It would undoubtedly be much safer to have Puya accompanying him.

The windows and curtains were open, and there were two militia soldiers on horseback holding torches on each side of the carriage, so Puya could see Wu Lai clearly in front of her with the help of the swaying firelight. As she looked at him, she smiled, because she found that when Wu Lai fell asleep, he looked like a child of only a few years old.

…

Udon is Tours's brother-in-law, but he is not a nobleman because his sister is not Tours's formal "wife", but she is much more favored than Tours's original wife.

Udon has been in a good mood recently because Tours has been arranging for Udon and his sister to become nobles. You know, although this is difficult, it is not impossible to do it. It’s just that you have to get through all the connections up and down, and you have to bribe a certain impoverished noble to make him willing to write Udon and his sister’s names into the family tree.

At this moment, Udon was sitting on the flat ground in front of the salt warehouse, sipping his wine slowly while looking forward to the happy life after becoming a noble. Then, he saw a string of torches coming from behind a small hill, and he could vaguely see horses and vehicles.

Who could it be in the middle of the night? Wu Dong frowned. Although the Salt Marsh Salt Field was one of the cash cows of the city-state of Lunwenton, it was not a place that bandits were willing to visit, because besides salt and salt workers, there were only salt wells. No bandit would be stupid enough to come and steal a bunch of salt.

Could it be that the guy who didn't get the salt is here again? Wu Dong turned around and shouted a few times, and then several strong men came running over. These men were originally salt workers in the salt field. They were all strong and muscular, and they were all good at working hard. After Wu Dong was "selected" by Tours to be the salt warehouse manager of the salt field more than two years ago, they were all selected by Wu Dong and became the salt warehouse guards. To put it bluntly, they were tools for Wu Dong to show off his power and kill time.

"Go and see what's going on?" Udon frowned and waved his hand. Several strong men immediately nodded, lit two torches and went over.

Udon frowned and thought for a while, then turned and walked into his small house, pulled a chair and sat down in the yard to continue drinking.

After drinking two more glasses of wine, Udon heard chaotic footsteps outside the door, and then the gate was kicked open with a bang.

Udon was so frightened that he jumped up. When he looked closely, he saw a handsome young man in gorgeous clothes with a frosty face walking in quickly, followed by a heroic woman in black clothes with a sword. These were naturally Wu Lai and Pu Ya.

"You... who are you?" Wu Dong asked while glancing outside the door. It would have been fine if he hadn't looked. After looking, his heart skipped a beat because he saw that his men were kneeling obediently outside the gate, with a sword on their neck.

"We can talk it over, we can talk it over. Who are you?" Udon retreated to the threshold and almost tripped over it.

"My young master is the governor of Salt Marsh Town, Wuleglindo, and you are Udon, the manager of the salt warehouse?" Puya asked in a deep voice.

Archon? Why is he here? Wu Dong was startled again and nodded quickly: "Good evening, Archon. I am Wu Dong, the manager of the salt warehouse."

"Tell me, why don't you give me salt?" Wu Lai snorted coldly and asked.

"Reply... Report to you, sir. The salt production officer, Lord Turles, has ordered that no salt can be shipped out without his approval." Wu Dong hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and continued, "Lord Turles also said that it would be the same no matter who comes."

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It's no wonder that Wudong was so bold. Before Wulai arrived in Saltmarsh Town, Turles, who had received the news, had already given Wudong all these instructions. He also told Wudong that the senior officials in the city of Lunvington had already planned to make Wulai suffer a setback in Saltmarsh Town, so Wudong didn't need to give Wulai face.

"You mean to say that even if I come here in person, I can't take anything away without Tours's approval?" Wu Lai asked with a frown.

Wu Dong made up his mind and replied, "Your Excellency, this is what Lord Turles told me to do. I am just following his instructions. Please forgive me."

"Bold!" Pu Ya's eyes turned cold, and his sword was unsheathed with a "clang" sound.

Wu Dong quickly took two steps back and said in a hurry: "Mr. Archon, this is really the order of Mr. Tours. If you want to take salt, please bring Mr. Tours's approval."

Wu Lai laughed instead of getting angry: "Wudun, you are really stubborn. If it was in the past, I would have let it go. I can understand that you are a good employee. However, this is Assyria, Salt Marsh Town, and the place where I, Wu Lailindo, govern. In my territory, the rules must be set by me. What others say does not count."

Udon was startled and thought to himself, how can such a young man speak so domineeringly? The salt fields here belong to Tours' territory, and several consuls have tried to intervene but failed. How can you, a young man, do that?

"Open the salt warehouse!" Puya stepped forward and pointed the sword in his hand at Udon.

"P-P-P-note..." Udon said hesitantly while shrinking back.

"You still dare to ask for approval at this time?" Wu Lai raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth, "Okay, I'll grant you your wish, Puya."

"Master." Pu Ya replied.

"Go, beat this Udon up, just don't cripple him." Wu Lai waved his sleeves.

"Okay." Pu Ya's eyes lit up. She felt that this Udon deserved a beating ever since she entered the door. Now Wu Lai's words were exactly what she wanted.

"You dare?" A trace of fear flashed across Udon's eyes. Although he shouted this, he knew in his heart that the other party must really dare to beat him.

It was no need to put in any effort to deal with an ordinary person. Puya moved, turned the hilt of the sword and hit Udon, who fell to the ground with a look of pain on his face, holding his stomach.

With Puya's violent temper, and the fact that Udon had offended her own young master, how could she calm down just by falling? So she sheathed her sword and kicked Udon where his flesh was...

When Udon's screams and dull kicking sounds reached outside the courtyard gate, not only the warehouse workers who were ordered to kneel down by the militia soldiers, but even the militia soldiers themselves felt a chill.

“Please, ouch, ouch, don’t… don’t hit me anymore…” Wu Dong was in great pain and begged repeatedly, “Master Wu Lai, you can… as much as you want… as much as you want… ouch, don’t… hit me anymore…”

"Puya." Wu Lai called Puya to stop, walked to Wu Dong who was still curled up on the ground with his head in his hands, smiled slightly, and asked, "I don't ask for much, but I don't have the approval of Lord Tulsi? Is this okay?"

"Yes, yes, you have the final say, sir." At this time, Wu Dong no longer cared about Tours' orders. He thought that he should get beaten less first, and if there was any score, Tours would settle it with the barbaric consul.

"Don't you feel reluctant?" Wu Lai asked.

"No, no, not at all forced," Udon replied quickly.

"That's good." Wu Lai nodded and took two steps back. "Puya, beat him up for a while. Let him learn his lesson."

"Okay." Pu Ya grinned and kicked out again.

"Oh my god!" Udon screamed...