.The farm in the southeast of Port Emon.

On a bright spring afternoon, bathing in the warm sunshine, enjoying the gentle sea breeze and quiet atmosphere, looking at the fields, hills and blue sea, drinking a little hot black tea is really wonderful.

Bush was lying leisurely on the rocking chair under the eaves, squinting his eyes to enjoy the rare good weather. However, the old man from the neighbor's house shouted, letting his lunch break be completely ruined.

"That's amazing, old man! There is a beggar stealing something in your barn!"

"What-Ouch!"

After hearing the neighbor's reminder, Bush's old man jumped ten feet from the rocking chair like a spring, almost hitting the ceiling. However, he didn't care about his forehead and man, and after he got up from the floor with his hands and feet, he took off the hunting rifle hanging on the wall, rushed out of the door and headed straight for the barn.

If it were a few days in the morning, Bush might not be so nervous. This year, due to the blockade of sea routes, the grain harvested in various places was nowhere to be sold, and the price fell to no longer falling, and it could not even match the shipping fee for transport to the city. Those who still collected it into the barn like Bush were already quite diligent, and more people simply let the crops rot in the fields. If the government had not exempted almost all taxes, the farmers would have been unable to live their lives long ago.

At the beginning of this year, the bears of the Giant Bear Legion came to Bush's house in groups to pick up the corn on the cob, but he did not object. Anyway, the food could no longer be sold, so it would be better to send it out to earn personal favors than to rot in the field.

However, the situation is very different now. Yesterday's newspaper published a sensational news: the Northern Expedition Army recovered the Arctic Port, and the local merchant fleet is about to come to trade! I heard that there was a major famine in the local area, and the price of grain has risen to the sky. This time, if a ship comes here, it will definitely purchase grain in large quantities at a high price, and it may even be exchanged for magical items that have been cut off!

As a result, the colonial farmers' stockpiling of grain, which was originally a burden, immediately became a treasure. The grain price in Port Emon rose by 30% on the same day. It was estimated that it would rise further afterwards. Bush was also overjoyed and secretly happy that he had the foresight and did not let the crops rot in the fields like those lazy people. He was thinking about what price to choose to sell! But there were actually some people who were not very good at thinking about his barn at this time. He was naturally furious and could not agree to anything.

Although he made up his mind to drive him away by force, Bush, considering that he was old and physically weak, might not be the opponent of the young people. So he dragged the antique-level hunting rifle that had been hung on the wall for more than 20 years and did not know whether he could still shoot it. He hoped to use this to scare the beggar away.

However, when he ran to his barn, the situation was much worse than expected.

"What is this? The ears are pointed. The legs are gone, but their skin is much whiter than those drows... Ah! It's an elf!"

Looking at the guy squirming between piles of potatoes and corn on the cob, Bush was stunned for a moment, and then couldn't help but scream in horror. But the other party seemed to be deaf. He had no reaction to the sound behind him, but he just tried his best to chew raw potatoes and corn, as if he hadn't eaten for a hundred days.

He didn't have to think too much. Bush trembled and filled the shotgun with a shotgun, then pulled the trigger at the weird-behaved elf ten steps away. With a shrill scream, the guy's head was opened, and his white brain and bright red blood were splattered everywhere in the barn. A strong fishy smell made Bush almost spit out all the lunch.

This is the legendary terrifying elf army? It doesn't look special! Is it because of disability? Bush, the old man scratched the back of his head, feeling a little puzzled.

Just as he was hesitating whether to go up and check the body, a sigh of regret came from outside.

"Oh, old guy, why did you beat him to death? Each of these things can be sold for a lot of money! If they die, no one will accept them."

Bush looked back and saw that Jerry, who now lives in the next village, was standing by the side of the road, waving a big broom to greet him. He was also dragging a big sack in his hand, and there was an elf girl in it. The girl looked pretty and looked like a beauty. Unfortunately, her mouth was crooked and her mouth was still drooling. Her tongue stretched out like a skinny dog, and she looked like a fool.

"You caught this little girl?" Bush looked Old Jerry up and down suspiciously. He didn't see any weapon he was carrying, "What did you use to catch her?"

"Just use this!" Old Jerry proudly raised the broom, "This little thing is so stupid that it is beyond help. In broad daylight, he actually ran to my Poppy's kennel to grab dog food, but he almost got bitten to death. I came to her head like this, and the little thing became honest!" He said this, and he couldn't help but shook his head and sighed, "Oh, although this little thing is a little stupid, it is still cute. If I were twenty years younger, I might have kept her for myself."

Bush was speechless, and the image of the strong and bloodthirsty elves invasion collapsed in his mind. He was stunned for a moment before sighing and put away his hunting rifle, "Oh, what a pity! I had known that this guy had not fought, so I would have found a way to capture him alive. The batch of elves prisoners auctioned last fall was said to be worth a cow! Our village had rinderpest again..."

"Old guy, don't be so depressed!" Old Jerry walked over and patted Bush on the shoulder, comforting him, "Elf will have land, cows will have. I don't know what evil I hit today, and there are land elves rushing in the fields and the seaside. And they are either fools, missing arms and legs, or simply deaf and mute people, which are easy to catch them!"

"Is there such a good thing?" Bush suddenly felt energetic, and gold coins were beating in his eyes.

"Of course it's true. Now all the people in our village have gone to the beach to make money!" Old Jerry slapped his chest and said, "I'm here to inform you specifically, afraid that you will miss the opportunity to make money! Look how good I treat you?"

"That's so thankful!" Bush happily

Thank you, then hurriedly picked up the hunting rifle and ran to the beach. He ran and shouted, "Old guy, let's put your little thing in my barn first. Let's go back to wealth together!"

...

The same thing was still in many coastal villages and towns in the colonies. This "anti-landing war" that the whole people actively participated in has made a lot of money from the military and civilians in the coastal areas, and slave traders, as intermediaries, even counted money and cramped hands.

Brothels and gay bars in various places have received a large number of interracial practitioners, thus ushering in a new exhibition, and the rich have also received a large number of private pets that were undesirable in the past. Although these products have some minor flaws in appearance or intelligence, they have to make up for the cheap price. Besides, aren’t the incomplete beauty now? Normal collectibles have to be made into something that is missing. People with tricky tastes say that the processing traces are too heavy. At present, these guys are all natural incomplete beauty, and it is wonderful to be able to buy them cheaply.

For a long time after that, many rogue idle people looked at the beach all day long, hoping to have the next chance to have money, but unfortunately they never did it again. As for the losses of colonial personnel, since the opponents were all disabled and dementia, and the weapons were only a few rusty swords and wooden sticks, the colony only suffered single-digit casualties. In addition to the government civil servants, they did not even need pensions...

And in the Arctic Port thousands of miles away...

"Puff——Ahem..."

Most of the coffee that had just drunk the ground cream was drawn with a beautiful arc and died with the luxurious camel velvet carpet on the ground; a small part entered Lieutenant General Daniel's respiratory tract, causing him to cough violently. This was the case that he had developed within 5 minutes after he learned that the harassing troops were not put on as planned.

"What? You brought back the five hundred Wang Kar Guards from the land you brought, and just let them go! Oh my God! What are you thinking?"

After learning this unexpected news, Daniel, who had just finished the celebration party, touched his already white temples and felt another splitting headache - why did everything make him so uneasy!

But the culprit didn't mean to admit his mistake at all, but instead he was aggressive: "Oh, he was quite angry! What do you think! I can't figure out what you think! Who is the head coach?"

Princess Frya stared at Daniel angrily and shouted, her sleeves rolled high above her elbows, and her fists kept shaking in the air. "I said when I sent troops, these disabled people who were forced to come over from behind were all burdens and could not take them to the ship to take up space. As a result, you didn't take my words seriously at all, and you didn't discuss with me and put these wastes on the ship. And you waited until the fleet had anchored. You haven't come to inform me about this!"

Speaking of this, the princess took a long breath, calmed her mood a little, but then she shouted in a louder voice. "It's even more outrageous. You actually want to send 500 most elite and loyal soldiers of the Wangjia Guard to cover the waste to the shore, and to allocate our already very nervous weapons for them to use! You are no longer a waste, but a crime! And all of this is your arbitrary decision without discussing with me! And she also ordered me, the head coach, to execute it! I really want to ask, who is the superior of you or me?"

Daniel touched his nose awkwardly. To be honest, he really didn't take Princess Freya as a coach seriously, and often called her around as a subordinate. In Daniel's opinion, Princess Freya is quite good as a vase, and martial arts and marksmanship can basically teach the little thief a lesson. However, commanding troops and fighting is a completely amateur, and he should completely obey his own opinions. However, according to the current situation, His Royal Highness obviously has a different view on this.

"So, Your Highness, you threw those guys who were not fighting directly on the beach, letting them fend for themselves, but brought back all the excellent weapons and soldiers of the Wong Kar Guard?" After a while of silence, he managed to organize some words and asked as tactfully as possible.

"Yes!" Princess Frya looked at him provocatively, raised her chin and announced loudly, "I can't let these most elite soldiers be ruined by you!"

Hearing such a harsh reprimand, Daniel smiled bitterly, "Your Highness, I originally planned to sacrifice these disabled people as cover for the Wong Kar Guard to sneak into the enemy's territory and harass it!"

...

"... Although these disabled soldiers who made up the numbers were not very useful, the sheep commanded by the lion were also capable of defeating the lion commanded by the sheep. Moreover, our enemies were far less powerful than the lion. As long as we could light a fire behind them, even if the fire could not last long, they could hesitate and even lose their composure." Seeing that his boss was so unhappy, Daniel suddenly realized that he had committed a taboo quickly tried to make up for his mistakes and explained the reason for the matter to Princess Freya in detail.

"... Since I was originally planning to sacrifice the chess piece, the cheaper it is, the better. That's why I arranged this elite soldier with a lot of waste, or a waste with a small amount of elite soldiers to perform this task."

Princess Frya's face turned pale and her eyes were not so angry. It seemed that this explanation had some effect.

But at the end, Daniel sighed inappropriately and complained helplessly, "I didn't discuss it with Your Highness in advance. It's true that I was not considering it carefully, but you pulled the main force back, leaving the shield that was being covered there and detained the weapons. This harassment war has become a joke!"

"...You actually blamed me for the matter? This is not a bastard that you have done with your superiors!"
Chapter completed!