Chapter 148: .Returned Scout Cavalry

Hearing the words of his nephew, the caravan leader Jocelyn was stunned: "Can't discern the value of jackals?"
In his impression, he did not know the existence of the high jackal.
"It's the high jackal."
The manide next to him explained: "This is the case. We recently captured the Jackals. They have their own wisdom and wisdom, and they understand the human language, except that they look similar to Jackals, but they are actually not like us. Any difference, even their own kingdom, so they call themselves high jackals."
"Higher Jackal." Caravan leader Joslin bowed his head slightly.
"Yes." Kant nodded.
"That's right." A little thought, Joslin asked: "Master Kant, what is the difference in strength, physical strength, and endurance of these advanced jackals from the beggar-like jackals?"
"no difference."
Kant replied, thinking for a while, still shrugging: "Perhaps because nutrition is sufficient, it is better."
"It turned out to be this way." Joslyn nodded, still slightly contemplative, but raised his head directly, with a smile on his face: "Since this is the case, then these slaves will definitely be more popular, I pay 50 dinars per person Acquisition, if Lord Kant can provide such high-quality slaves for a long time, then I am also willing to maintain a long-term slave trade."
This is a positive answer.
Kant smiled and nodded: "There is no problem at all, I have never been short of captives."
Not only is there a shortage, but it will also appear in large numbers.
The low-lying jackals of the Naron Desert have almost been arrested, and the rest can only be searched in the complex Sanwaya Mountains. The difficulty, cost, and time have increased a lot.
But the new source of slaves is here again.
It is from the coast of Mannheim, through the expeditionary army of the Grey Mane Kingdom through the Naren Desert.
Also as strong, strong, and tolerant jackals.
These wise high jackals are definitely more popular with mine owners than those beast-like low jackals!
"Trade first."
Kant smiled and said to Joslin: "It's a pleasure to cooperate."
"Very pleasant." Jocelyn stood up and stroked his chest to salute, sincerely agreeing.
For him, Kant, who does not have too many aristocratic racks, is easy to get along with, and will not have any inconspicuous thoughts about his caravan. He is completely a benevolent lord, which makes people admired and respected in his heart.
Diary 62880 of the low-level jackal arrived.
The 14650 dinars of the higher jackals also arrived.
A total of 77530 dinars.
Just three thousand, the dinar can be close to ten thousand, and only thirty thousand, the dinar can enter the hundred thousand mark!
At this moment, Kant finally understood why, on the Atlantic Ocean of the Earth, countless black slave trade ships madly transported black slaves and maintained this black slave trade line composed of slave blood and tears and corpses for nearly two hundred years. .
Because the slave trade is really too profitable!
The high profits of the high jackals were even more shocking to Kant.
Only 2000+ low-end jackals sold more than 60,000 dinars.
The less than 300 high-ranking jackals directly bought dinars close to ten thousand.
The profits of both parties are not on the line.
But for Kant, whether it was high or low, he was a captive of the jackal, which brought him enough dinars, and solved the dilemma that he is now exhausted and desperately in need of dinars.
The fish white of the sky gradually became brighter.
The sun appeared in the desert of Nalun.
The originally cold air also picked up quickly, and the Nalun Desert as a whole became warmer.
The captives were filled to the three carriages in turn.
Nearly artifact-like stuffing of 2300+ jackals is like a self-contained world.
Joslyn's nephew didn't wait much. After breakfast, he led the team out of the sentry oasis, took these jackal slaves, and moved towards Zhivading, then sold to the snowfield iron ore owners who desperately needed slaves.
Reselling resale, although the profitable big head is to give the nobles of Zhivading, but they can also write small pens.
The sentry oasis continues to be calm and rigorous.
Manid continued to purchase large quantities of grain from the caravan, mostly storage-stable grains and air-dried meat.
This is an early plan.
The next war does not know how long it will last, and it may still experience the siege of the enemy. Therefore, sufficient food and water are the basis that must be guaranteed.
There is no shortage of water and sentry oasis.
The spring eyes behind the ruling hall are "whispering" every day.
The most important thing is food.
With the increase of personnel and the enhancement of the quality of arms, the demand for food is also increasing.
Just like the Swadian militia.
Once a farmer, I ate two slices of bread a day, a piece of dried meat, and a bowl of thick soup.
What I eat now is instead four slices of bread, two pieces of dried meat, half a piece of sausage, plus two bowls of thick soup, and maybe some fresh roasted antelope meat, in order to supplement the daily training and patrol consumption physical strength.
All are prepared for war.
Time continues to pass.
Kant stood at the top of the city wall, looking in the direction of the Sanwaya Mountains.
There was some doubt on his face.
Because the desert antelope that should have arrived at the end of the month has become quite scarce, just like knowing that there will be a war here, at the end and the beginning of the month, only four or five small waves of migration appeared.
The total number is less than 2,000, which is much less than the tens of thousands of desert antelopes.
"But it's good."
Kant turned his head to look north of the desert.
The doubts on his face disappeared and his face became serious.
These desert antelopes did not appear too much~EbookFREE.me~ is not a big deal for him. After all, those antelope skins and antelope meat, sentry oasis, do not need these materials very much, which means that they are dispensable.
And as before, a large number of desert antelopes entered the depths of the desert, but he would be anxious.
The expeditionary army of the Grey Mane Kingdom is coming soon.
It would be ridiculous if these desert antelopes became supplies for the jackals and experienced the cruel trek of the Naren Desert, and the ready-made antelope blood and antelope meat became food to ensure their physical strength.
But Kant's eyes suddenly looked north.
Squinting slightly.
He seemed to have found several small black spots, and was quickly moving towards the top of the sand dunes.
"It's the desert robbers we sent out!"
The eyes of the Reston Ranger behind him were clearly better.
Looking at the ten small black spots on the north side, they raised a heavy bow in their hands and reported to Kanthui quickly: "Master Lord, these desert robbers responsible for investigation, are back!"
"Yeah." Kant squinted.
These are the 10 desert robbers he ordered to send himself.
He certainly understands what the 10 light cavalry reconnaissance personnel at the natural salt mine returned.
Fist shook his fist, Kant ordered quietly: "Let the 10 desert robbers go to the ruling hall, and at the same time go to Fatis and Manid and tell them that I will summon them in the ruling hall."
"Understood." The Swadia infantry who followed him immediately answered and turned to convey.
This is an emergency!
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