Chapter 555 Old Fortress

"Ah, you are indeed here too!"

The huntress with wheat-colored skin held two large glasses of ale, walked over with a smile, and stuffed a glass into the hands of Gordon and Hayata.

"Miss Maca!" Hayata greeted the visitor happily.

Gordon looked at Maka, and then at the little odd-faced tribe over there holding a wine barrel, "So that's really it?"

Maka followed Gordon's gaze and her face suddenly darkened, "Babakar! Why did you put the wine barrel on your head again? How many times did you say it was not a mask, and it will be used to hold wine later!"

Maka ran over angrily.

Two more figures came and sat down next to them. As expected, they were the other two members of the alcohol team, Oshula and Maxine.

Oshula expertly picked up the pork chop in her arms and rubbed it. Seeing that the pork chop had a strong desire to resist, she threw it away and replaced it with Pandan.

"I haven't seen you in the assembly hall these days. When did you come here?" Gordon asked curiously, taking a sip of his wine.

"I've been here for several days."

Maxine seemed to have drunk too much, and she laughed sillyly, "It's so comfortable here. I help with some work during the day and eat and drink wildly at night, and no one is looking after me. It's much better than staying in the city!"

"In charge?" Gordon asked funnyly: "Who is in charge of these people? Your father? President Fan Ti? It may not be your brother, right?"

Urshula, who was hugging Pandan, sneered, "Shit, Ted himself is the one who drinks the most, of course he is the old man."

Maxine burped in a very indecent manner, "Dad is retired and doesn't really care about us.

But as soon as this incident happened, they came to supervise our preparations, physical condition, etc. They also said that they would stop drinking for a period of time in advance, so we came here first. "

Gordon looked serious, "I think what Senior Miles said makes sense, but you guys are too undisciplined."

"Huh?"

Maxine and Oshula were not stupid. After being stunned for two seconds, they both turned their heads and looked back, and as expected saw Miles' dark face.

So the two half-drunk ladies were caught by Miles. Ted, who only had time to drink one drink, and Maka, who was lying on the gun, could not escape. The angry Miles even Not even Babaka was spared.

The entire alcohol team was forced to leave their favorite banquet and didn't know where to go to receive training.

Gordon thought that such a scene would arouse everyone's ridicule, but he did not expect that most of the hunters, actually the local hunters of Minagard, looked sad.

Yamos, who sat down in the vacant seat, looked around in amusement, "Senior Miles has always been like this, and he has also been a shooting instructor for a long time.

In Minagard, there are very few shooters under the age of fifty who have not been taught by him. "

Hayata added in a low voice beside him, "Mr. Xia Zuo is a swordsman instructor and has always been quite strict."

"No wonder."

At the edge of the square, the hunters' temporary drinking ground became quiet, and everyone's voices unconsciously lowered their voices.

Gordon smacked his lips. There was no point in drinking like this.

Forget it, the war is coming, just drink a few sips less.

After walking out of the tent and looking at the slightly bright sky, Gordon stretched his waist, followed closely by Pork Chop, sleepy-eyed.

He had a pretty good rest last night. Although there was a tinkling sound on the other side of the city wall all night, he had long been accustomed to sleeping in various environments that were not very suitable for sleeping.

As a high-ranking hunter, you still get some preferential treatment. At least, you don't have to share a tent with two people like other hunters, and you can enjoy a "single room".

But that's about it.

All the guild's transportation resources are used to ensure the construction and maintenance of new and old fortresses.

Forget about fixed houses. Even the wine he drank last night was a gift brought by the transport convoy, and the meat was hunted by the hunters themselves.

"Yes, getting up early is a good habit."

Gordon turned around to look. Miles, who was neatly dressed in armor and even his hair on the temples was neatly arranged, nodded to him with satisfaction.

Following him were Ted, who kept yawning with his mouth open like a Tyrannosaurus, and a trio of female drunkards with "joyful faces".

With the arrival of Miles, they bid farewell to their careless and free life.

Gordon suppressed his laughter and cleared his throat, "Good morning, Mr. Miles."

"morning."

Miles pointed to the work shed in the center of the square, "Don't skip breakfast, there's oatmeal there."

Looking at the long queue of dozens of people, Gordon grinned, "How about I just eat dry food."

"It's better to eat something warm and easy to digest when you just wake up." Miles said seriously.

".All right."

Gordon experienced the feeling of being disciplined for the first time in a long time, scratched his head and walked towards the work shed.

After waiting in line for more than ten minutes, the aunt who was cooking took a look at his size and gave him a bowl of porridge. Gordon thought about it and asked for a smaller one, planning to send it to Hayata.

It turned out that Hayata was already practicing swordsmanship with Yamos.

Hayata was a little distracted when she noticed Gordon's arrival.

Yamos' expression looked as if he was constipated. After holding it in for a few seconds, he finally sighed and said, "Let's go have breakfast first. I'll make up for the rest of Su Zhen later."

Hayata nodded happily and trotted over to Gordon.

"Where's Pandan?" Gordon asked curiously.

"I haven't gotten up yet."

"Go down and scratch it, meow." Pig Chop ran away with his own dried fish in his mouth.

The two squatted at the edge of the square, slurping oatmeal while looking at the busy construction site.

The night shift workers were off work, and the day shift workers just took over. This two-shift, day and night project has lasted for nearly three weeks, just to make the city wall stronger.

"Suddenly, I feel embarrassed to rest." Hayata whispered.

"Yeah." Gordon quickly finished the remaining oatmeal, "I'll see if there's anything I can do to help."

Hayata also poured the porridge into his mouth and stood up, "I'll go too!"

Xia Zuo came over at this time, accompanied by Agashi and Chip, the two Dragon Calendar Institute hunters, "The engineering team doesn't lack you two strong laborers, save your strength for the battle later.

If you don't want to be idle, come with us to the battle street to take a look, the terrain, the land bridge, and the location of the artillery must be known in mind."

Gordon and the others nodded and followed.

Walking along the canyon, just as the president said, there are many artillery positions on this two-kilometer-long battle street, but the models of the cannons are messy, some new and some old.

Most of them were temporarily transferred from surrounding cities. If the original cannons of the old fort were used, only a few could fire normally.

On the way, the group met Miles who led the alcohol team to check the cannons.

The old man's face was very ugly, "It's too chaotic, and the inspectors are not careful. There are also old copper cannons from hundreds of years ago. Those things should only be placed in museums.

I even saw a pile of twelve-inch shells next to a ten-inch cannon. Some cannons seemed to have not been fired for decades. There were sediments in the barrels. Do they want to explode?

If you don't hurry up and debug them one by one, at least a quarter of the cannons will not be able to be used normally after the battle begins."

Xia Zuo was overwhelmed, "Please organize the adjustment and call all the idle hunters over. They have been eating and drinking these days and have not thought about doing more work. I will teach them a lesson later."