When the fifteen "contestants" were brought onto the field, the gate of the barracks suddenly opened, and then a large group of people rushed towards the playground.

Few people noticed the appearance of Puya and the third group, because everyone's attention was on the "contestants" who had just come on stage. Compared with the previous fifteen, this group was younger and weaker, and they had to join Khufu in applauding. So no one would look around at this time.

"Competition..." Khufu stood up proudly and shouted halfway when he was stunned because his seat was diagonally facing the entrance of the barracks.

"Who are they?" Khufu couldn't help but stop and ask several guards beside him.

After a quick glance, several guards understood what was going on. One of them immediately looked confused and shook his head, while the others pretended to be carefully trying to identify the situation while unnoticedly separating Khufu from the other guards.

The soldiers finally realized something was wrong from Khufu's behavior, but they were also confused when they saw Pu Ya and others. They all wondered if Lun Wenton had sent another group of people over. "Get into combat position!" Pu Ya drew the sword at her waist while running. Although the third regiment had only more than a thousand people, she would not take these unarmed guys seriously.

After the thunderous response, Khufu and his soldiers finally panicked, because they saw these uninvited guests suddenly split into three, one part set up the crossbows with incredible speed, lined up to draw bows and arrows, one part drew swords and held up shields, protecting the crossbows and archers, and the remaining part went straight to the center of the field.

"Who are you?!" Khufu came to his senses and looked around. He realized that his people outnumbered the enemy by a lot, so he was not so panicked anymore. After calming himself down, he pointed at Puya and asked sternly.

Pu Ya stopped and took the wooden trumpet from the guard. He swept his eyes across the crowd and shouted, "I am Pu Ya, the colonel commander of the third regiment under the Assyrian temple's High Priest Saint Wulai. I am now under the order of the High Priest Saint Wulai to take over Salt Marsh City! Anyone who dares to resist will be killed on the spot!"

Most of the soldiers looked at each other in bewilderment, but the few who heard and understood were secretly delighted in their hearts, because High Priest Saint Wulai was the former Archon Wulai.

"How dare you!" Khufu frowned and waved his arms. "This is under the rule of my Duncan family. Who the hell is Woleglindo? Back then, he was just a dog of our family!"

Pu Ya's eyes turned cold, but she knew that the most important thing now was to eliminate the resistance of the soldiers present: "Dear soldiers of Salt Marsh City! I am Pu Ya, the colonel commander of the third regiment under the seat of the Assyrian Temple's Grand Priest Saint Wulai. Now I am taking over Salt Marsh City under the order of the Grand Priest Saint Wulai! The Grand Priest Saint Wulai took over Salt Marsh City to prevent Salt Marsh City from being enslaved by the Heavenly Favored People! Because the Duncan family in Lunvington has accepted the amnesty of the Heavenly Favored People and is determined to hand over the vast Assyrian mountains and rivers of Lunvington to the Heavenly Favored People!"

The whole audience was in uproar...

"Nonsense! Nonsense!" Khufu was so angry that he jumped up and down. If the guards around him hadn't "kindly" pulled him back, he would have rushed to Pu Ya and cursed him. But, would he have gotten away with it? "Some of you must know me! You must also know the hard work that High Priest Saint Wulai put in for Salt Marsh Town! High Priest Saint Wulai is kind and unparalleled! Only he can lead us to resist the Heavenly Favored People and restore Assyria!" Pu Ya said loudly, pointing his arm, "Those who are willing to follow High Priest Saint Wulai and contribute to Assyria, and those who don't want to be slaves of the Heavenly Favored People, move to the left! Crouch and wait!"

As soon as he finished speaking, some soldiers began to run towards the left side of the playground, and those who remained where they were turned their eyes to Khufu.

"What are you afraid of! Come on!" Khufu had just shouted when he felt a chill on his neck. Several swords were pointed at him at the same time.

"Don't move, respected Archon Khufu, otherwise your head will be separated from your body." A sword-wielding guard said with a smile.

"Okay, I won't move. Don't mess around. You...you are committing treason...you...you know that?" Khufu's whole body was frozen except for his eyes and mouth.

"Fuck you! If you keep talking, I'll cut off your tongue." Another guard spat in Khufu's face, grabbed his collar and pushed him forward, "Go!"

Pu Ya saw that the insider had succeeded, and immediately waved his hand, and more than ten people rushed out from behind to help. The soldiers on the playground who were still hesitating saw that Khufu had fallen into the hands of others, so they ran to the left side and squatted down as usual. After a group of people swayed, only the dozens of Duncan family soldiers brought by Khufu were left on the playground, still shouting.

"Kill!" Pu Ya pointed his sword, and the crossbow team and archer team moved at the same time. Dozens of crossbow arrows and hundreds of arrows covered the Duncan soldiers. After a wailing and screaming, dozens of people all fell down and died. Their bodies were almost transformed into hedgehogs by arrows.

Few of the soldiers squatting down had ever experienced such a situation. Seeing Pu Ya being so ruthless and decisive, it was natural that they would not be frightened.

Seeing that the situation was settled, Pu Ya also breathed a sigh of relief. He beckoned the battalion and company commanders to give detailed instructions. The soldiers squatting down were of mixed quality and had to be carefully identified. There were also matters of detaining and interrogating Khufu, restoring order in Salt Marsh City, and arranging defenses. These were all very important. How could he feel at ease if he didn't do it quickly? ...

As soon as the report of the fall of Mauritania was delivered to the city of Assyria, the Tianjuan Army, which was originally stationed twenty miles outside the city of Mauritania, retreated more than twenty miles again. It was not voluntary, but forced - because Wu Lai felt that the stationing location of the Tianjuan Army was very suitable for building a fixed artillery position.

It was quite easy to force back the Tianjuan Army. This group of guys, who had been frightened by the previous artillery bombardment, retreated as soon as they heard the sound of artillery fire. Of course, they had no choice but to retreat. Firstly, they had no weapons that could compete with the Wu Lai Army, and secondly, they were now almost a mess. This situation would continue until a new commander-in-chief was sent from the Assyrian city.

After forcing the enemy to retreat, Wu Lai occupied the two peaks that he had chosen. These two tall peaks, which had only one road up and down and were called the South Peak and the North Peak by Wu Lai, were of no value to the Tianfan Army, but to Wu Lai, they had great strategic value - as long as a fixed artillery group consisting of three to six cannons was built on each peak, not only could the surrounding large area be monitored, but the only horse road leading to Mauritania would pass between the two peaks, and they were all within the coverage of the artillery.

Only by holding this place can we truly keep the enemy outside the city gate.

The Fourth Regiment rushed to repair the artillery positions, observation towers and two-peak barracks, while the Sixth Regiment was busy building a stone wall checkpoint three miles behind the two peaks. It is worth mentioning that their workload was no less than that of the Fourth Regiment, because according to Wu Lai's requirements, there must be six to eight fixed artillery positions on the stone wall checkpoint so as to form a triangular artillery coverage area with the two peaks.

All the arrangements made by Wulai were supported by everyone, including the Shuman family. After a period of adaptation, the people of Mauritania felt that the new social form led by Wulai was also very good, especially after the class gap between people disappeared, everyone became friendly to each other. The government's work efficiency was also surprisingly high, and many good ideas were adopted at the first time. Some things that might have been entangled for a long time without being resolved were also solved quickly and well.

More importantly, everyone felt that as long as Wu Lai was there, there was nothing to worry about. Although the Tianjuan people had taken away most of the food, with Wu Lai's efforts, the Xiuman family readily took out the food that was originally used as military reserves, solving everyone's food problem in one fell swoop. The houses were gone, and the government was organizing the construction and repair, and then distributing them according to demand without paying any fees. As long as you participate in the reconstruction and don't eat and wait for nothing, it will be fine...

Although some people still complain and some people miss their previous lives, everyone understands that they will never go back to the past, unless... unless Tianjuan conquers this place.

No one is happy with this, so you can often hear words like "I will follow the High Priest Saint Wulai until I die" and "I will do whatever the High Priest Saint Wulai says" on the streets...

Everything went smoothly, but Wu Lai did not dare to take it lightly. He knew that his display of power in the Assyrian port and the recovery of Melitania had definitely aroused the greatest fear of the Tianjuan Empire. According to his analysis, the Tianjuan army would not organize an attack on him so quickly, but would sooner or later come in a large number to fight him.

When Wu Lai received the news that Polang Town was destroyed and Wing Diesel died, he frowned for a long time without relaxing his brows. Before going on the expedition, he had anticipated that Lunvington would one day collude with Tianjuan, and he was prepared to undermine the prestige of the Duncan family. However, he did not expect that Qi Yuan would act so quickly and do it so ruthlessly, actually slaughtering everyone in Polang Town and razing it to the ground.

"Duncan family, you owe me a blood debt again, and I will make you pay with blood." Wu Lai stuffed the information into his arms with a cold face. After completing more than half of the level's protective wall, he raised the telescope and looked at the clouds in the sky.

Odo, Vulture, Puya, it's up to you. Wu Lai said to his three favorites in his heart...

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"What?!" Wei Huo couldn't believe his ears, because this sounded too outrageous - his son was taken hostage on his own territory, and Salt Marsh City was also lost.

The attendant saw that Wei Huo looked unhappy and worried that he might get into trouble, so he said quickly: "The soldier who came to report from Yanzhao City is waiting outside the gate. If the general needs..."

"No need!" Wei waved his hand angrily. Just as he was about to say something else, he suddenly felt dizzy. His body swayed and he fell back into the big chair involuntarily.

The attendant hurried over and asked, "General, are you okay?"

Wei Huo grabbed his collar in pain, waved his hands with difficulty, and said, "I'm fine. Go and prepare a carriage for me. I want to go home." Going home naturally meant seeing Qi Yuan. Wei Huo might be able to make the decision on his own if Khufu was captured, but the occupation of Salt Marsh City was not something he could decide. You know, he had a very strong father.

After listening to Wei Huo's report, Qi Yuan almost fainted from anger. A few days ago, Wu Lai disrupted the Citizens' Representative Conference, which caused great damage to the reputation of the Duncan family. Many followers who originally followed the lead of the Duncan family began to waver. There were constant voices of opposition and accusations inside and outside the city. Even Qi Yuan's carriage would be pelted with rotten eggs when driving on the street. Fortunately, the Duncan family held the military power, otherwise the situation would be even worse.

Just when Qi Yuan decided to suppress public opinion by announcing that Duncan's army had razed Polang Town, news of the Wulai's raid on the port of Assyria and the severe damage to the Tianjuan Army reached Lunwenton, and public opinion was stirred again...

This news also made Qi Yuan, who was in a bad mood, speed up his pace to Tianjuan. However, at this critical moment, Salt Marsh City was lost. It would be fine if it was lost to someone else, but it actually fell into the hands of Wuleglindo. How could this be possible? You know, Lunvington’s biggest reliance is not soldiers and horses or money and food, but the white salt.

What is the difference between Lunvington and Seneca without Saltmarsh City? How can the people of Tianjuan take it seriously?

"Go! Bring as many men as possible! Take the city back for me!" Qi Yuan slammed his fist heavily on the table.

"Father, Khufu is still in their hands, I'm afraid..." A look of embarrassment appeared on Wei Huo's face.

"Wei Huo! Compared with the Duncan family, not to mention Khufu, even you and I are nothing. The Duncan family is in dire straits now. Without Salt Marsh City, it will be a dead end!" Qi Yuan gritted his teeth and said, "Wei Huo! Go, go now! No matter what the cost, you must take it back!"

"But..." Wei Huo hesitated. Even though Khufu had never been very ambitious, he was still his son. If he led his troops to attack, Khufu's life would most likely be lost.

"Wei Huo!" Qi Yuan grabbed his son's collar, "You must go! Take back what was taken away from us. If we lose our son, we can still have another one! If the Duncan family falls, everything will be over! Do you understand?"

"Yes! Father!" Wei Huo nodded heavily.