Chapter 229: Surprise Attack on the Harbour (Part 1)

Linsk Port.

This important port of the extreme northern barbarians ushered in its busiest moment.

The blizzards finally stopped for several days, and the blue sky and the rising sun in the east indicate the beginning of a clear day, and such weather is rare in the end of winter.

The barbarian man in a messy short leather jacket came out of the stone house next to the port, and under the command of the port manager, he went to clear the snow-covered roads or moved supplies to nearby warehouses to earn a meager salary.

Linsk Port is a harbor port. From the north to the west, there are rolling snowy mountains, and from the south are hills and snow fields that are relatively plains. The barbarians built a fortress city near the port to defend its security.

Despite hundreds of years of history, the human race who truly mastered the fortresses and ports had no intention of building it into a truly prosperous, beautiful harbor, but only regarded it as a transit place for support and plunder of the barbarians.

So in addition to the Linsk Fortress, it is still quite like a city, the barbarian settlement area outside the fortress is completely a slum, a place for barbarian porters, wanderers, small fishermen, handicraftsmen and prostitutes.

Relying on these tens of thousands of cheap labor, the human state plunders a large amount of wealth from here every year, far beyond the support they gave to the barbarians.

Due to the harsh weather, a large number of grain, forage and weapons transported from the southern country were piled up in the warehouse area next to the port and could not be transported out. The cold climate even caused the sea water around the port to freeze, and ships could not get close to them or transport away the timber, ore and animal skins that were also stockpiled in the port area.

"Open all the warehouses, we must load three thousand snow camels today!"

The second deacon in the fat port, Auransk, roared at his savage ***, wishing he could use the whip in his hand to slap these lazy ghosts a few times.

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

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

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

Once a strike occurred and the supply goods in the warehouse could not be transported out, it would be a trivial matter for him to lose this rich job.

So the deacon, who weighs more than 200 pounds, can only move him with emotion and lure him with benefits: "Think about your companions who are fighting with the beast tribe, they are still enduring hunger, uh... After finishing today, each person can get two more pounds of rye!"

The former obviously could not stimulate the nerves of the workers, but no one could resist the temptation of two pounds of rye. Hundreds of barbarians were all very excited and their movements suddenly accelerated a lot.

After cleaning up the snow in front of the warehouse door, pushing open the wooden door, snow camels were led from the animal pen and started loading the most urgently needed food on the front line.

The raging snowstorm isolated the main road to the west, and only the road to the south was barely able to walk. Many transport teams were stranded in the port area for seven or eight days, and they were eager to go back.

While the weather is sunny, Aoransk wishes he could transport all the stocks at once, so he could rest comfortably in Linsk for a while without having to deal with the barbarians in this dirty port.

"Hurry! Give me a quicker!"

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

Auronsk soon discovered it, so the size of this team was very large, with thousands of snow camels and hundreds of fully armed guards showing their strength.

The most eye-catching thing is the Frost Giant War Puppet that follows the team. Such a big guy is difficult to avoid being noticed.

Which legion's baggage team is this? Is Valen City? Auronsk was a little surprised, but the opponent's behavior of bringing the Frost Giants into the port area made him very annoyed.

"Stop, stop!" He didn't care about the muddy all over the ground, and rushed towards the other party with agility that was not suitable for his body.

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

A leading barbarian warrior jumped off the snow camel and said in a rough voice: "We are from Valen City. A few days ago, one of our transport teams was attacked by a despicable sneak attack and lost all their supplies."

So that's it! Auronsk understood, so the size of this transportation team was so large, and the Frost Giant was protected by them.

"Now Valen City is in urgent need of food, with three hundred arrows and mane oil each. Please fill our snow camels immediately, and we will go back soon!" The barbarian warrior continued.

"Oh! Oh! Brave young man, I can understand your urgency, but things are not that easy!" Auransk wiped the sweat from his face and shook his hand and said, "Look there, there are more than a dozen transportation teams waiting to transport supplies. You have to wait according to the rules and wait until they leave before it will be your turn."

"How long do we have to wait? We can wait, but Valen City cannot wait!" The barbarian warrior was anxious when he heard this and shouted: "We rushed here for three days and three nights, and it will take longer to go back!"

Auronsk did not care about the other party's anger. After working in the port for so many years, he had long seen these yelling guys: "This is not my responsibility, unless you can get a special permit from the fortress commander."

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

The barbarian warrior stared at him, the anger in his eyes could burn steel, but Auronsk looked directly at the other party without any hesitation, and expected that this guy would not dare to do anything to him.

After confronting for a while, the aura of the barbarian warrior quickly weakened. He looked around and lowered his head to Auronsk and whispered: "His deacon, please think of a solution. Our city of Valen is indeed in urgent need of this batch of supplies."

He said, quickly stuffing a pocket of skin into Auronsk's hands.

A smile appeared on Auronsk's fat face. He did not expect that the big man in front of him knew how to get priority through bribery.

There is no doubt that this guy is much smarter than the captains of the original Wallen City baggage team. Well, well, he was better off being attacked!

As the second deacon of the port, although Auronsk is in charge of dozens of warehouses of all sizes, he has no ability or courage to embezzle and misappropriate the materials inside, which is the interests of the higher-level leaders.

However, he can make profits through these transport teams from different places. If he wants to get the best supplies? If he wants to load and send them away as quickly as possible? No problem, just be willing to spend some money!

After weighing the heavy wallet, even if the bag was not opened, Auronsk could accurately determine that the inside was full of gold coins, with a quantity of no less than 200, which was equivalent to his six-year salary.

"Okay! You convinced me, I will ask you to load in advance..." Auronsk nodded and said, "Give me the letter of approval from the military headquarters."

Linsk Port is a military-controlled port, and its power is in the hands of the fortress's highest commander. It is impossible for a transport team to move out supplies at will after they arrive at the port. They need to obtain a confirmation and approval letter from the military.

"We have just arrived and have not yet gone to the fortress headquarters to exchange letters of approval..." The barbarian warrior smiled bitterly and said, "Let's do this, I'll send someone to handle it immediately, and let our warriors go to the warehouse to move arrows and mane oil first, so that it will not affect the grain loading over you."

"This is not in line with the rules!" Auronsk frowned: "I can help you load in advance, but I can't..."

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

It seems that the situation in Valen City is really bad! Auronsk smiled in his heart and said, "The life and death of the barbarian has nothing to do with him, and the immediate interests are real."

The so-called rules are broken by people. Anyway, as long as there is sufficient materials, the fortress military headquarters will basically not reject the demand from the frontline.

"Okay! I'll make an exception today..." He said to several barbarian entourages following him: "Take them to the weapons warehouse and the mane oil warehouse, and let them load three hundred heads first!"

A snow camel is a standard load of about 500 pounds of supplies, and three hundred pounds is 150,000 pounds. If it weren't for the effect of gold coins and crystals, the deacon would not have made such an exception.

"We are short of staff, you have to install it yourself. My people will be responsible for counting out the warehouse." Auronsk turned around and said to the barbarian warriors: "Hurry and ask someone to change the letter of approval, otherwise you can't leave even if you install it."

"Okay!" the barbarian warrior agreed.

Hundreds of soldiers entered the warehouse area with three hundred empty-load snow camels. Auronsk's men opened the arsenal and mane oil warehouse opposite the granary.

Bristle oil is an important war material in the north. It is made of the fat of the snow-bristled pig. It can be eaten or used as a weapon to maintain it. It is applied to the skin to protect the cold and treat frostbite. It can even be used as tincture oil to attack the enemy when necessary.

As his men began to carry large jars of bristle oil, the barbarian warrior brought Auronsk aside.

Auransk was in a great mood, and the other party's sneaky actions also made the cunning deacon smell the charming smell of money again.

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

The barbarian warrior also smiled, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.
Chapter completed!