The savages of the Wolf Fang Tribe never expected that Leo would bring people to pick them up. They were like a group of refugees seeking refuge with distant relatives. They were already grateful to be taken in, but they never expected to be greeted halfway. They were simply flattered. The wild people even felt that the other side was more eager for them to join than themselves. Of course Leo was anxious, this was a wild hunter! When the wild boar people were ambushed, the fifty Basaka archers who came to support the Great Falls Tribe were a mixture of old men, teenagers, and women, and only two-thirds of them were real wild hunters. Just this, the casualties caused accounted for 70% of the entire battle! The Wolf Fang Tribe has clearly stated that it can provide fifty real wild hunters to join the River Bend militia. If it really comes to a life-and-death situation, the remaining Basaka people may pick up bows and arrows! The migrating team of the Wolf Fang Tribe started from the north of the Gravel Hills and walked around the foothills for nearly a hundred miles. We were attacked several times by wild boars and gnolls on the way. The losses were not great, but it was very torturous.
Those who attacked them were small foreign tribes roaming nearby, and the mixed tribe of over a thousand people in the north did not chase them. These small tribes of dozens or hundreds of people did not dare to confront the Wolf Fang Tribe of 200 people head-on, but hunger forced them to launch suicide attacks continuously, trying to exchange the lives of their companions for one or two old and weak humans to fill their stomachs. After just over a hundred miles, the physically strong wild people were already exhausted, and the arrows in their hands were constantly decreasing. Some wild hunters had already begun to put away their longbows and prepared to use spears to face the next battle. Leo is well aware of the difficulties of migrating in the wilderness. He can treat the wilderness as a playground and travel hundreds of miles through mountains and rivers without any pressure alone. But as long as he brings a group of elderly and weak people and some supplies, and goes deep into the wilderness for dozens of miles, his life and death will be unpredictable. When the Hewan convoy drove from the Western Watchtower to Hewan for the first time, the short thirty-mile journey almost made the villagers collapse, let alone the more rugged terrain of the Wolf-Driving Plain foothills. The Langya tribe had almost no animal power, and all the baggage had to be carried on the shoulders of young and strong men. The entire team had only a few human-powered trailers and wheelbarrows. The violent turmoil in the wilderness did not allow them time to prepare supplies, and the Wolf Fang Tribe did not have an outstanding military leader like Uliyang. The arrival of the militia ended the suffering of the Langya tribe. The trailer was pulled by donkeys, the baggage was placed on the backs of horses, and abundant food was distributed to the wild people, giving the hunters in charge of hunting a break. These wild hunters not only protected their tribesmen's migration and served as the main force in battle, but also had to hunt against the clock to prevent the tribe from running out of food. It has to be said that the Northerners had a very strong sense of community. Just like the migrating group in the River Bend, the young and strong suffered more casualties than the old and weak, and the more powerful the hunter, the more injuries he suffered. The next few dozen miles of road were almost unobstructed with the assistance of the militia, and not even a single donkey cart overturned. Leo planned a reasonable itinerary for the migrating team, so that the old and weak people on foot had plenty of time to rest, and the presence of three large iron pots allowed them to have hot meals as well. This is already the territory of the River Bend Territory. The wandering jackals and wild boars dare not easily set foot here. The whistles of the wild people echo in the night, and everyone can sleep well. The migrating team finally stopped on a small hill opposite the river bend, separated from the logging camp in the south by a stream about ten meters wide. This is the resettlement area allocated by Uliyang to the Langya Tribe. The timber processed by the logging site is being delivered continuously and piled up into small hills on the vacant land that had been cut down in advance. The three settlements support each other and can travel back and forth by small boats. They are closely connected yet relatively independent. Uliyan had originally planned to build a floating bridge across the river bend, but the high-quality cables at the market in Isenbol were incredibly expensive, and the hemp ropes made by the villagers themselves did not meet Uliyan's requirements, so the plan had to be postponed. At present, Hewan has more than 300 people, most of whom are Ulian’s fellow tribesmen and refugees from several villages near his hometown. In addition, there are dozens of local people near Isenpol. Among them, the proportion of young and strong people barely accounts for half.
There were more than a hundred people in the logging camp, almost all of them young and strong laborers, and a small number of healthy women. The Langya tribe has nearly two hundred people, half of whom are young and strong. These savages fight with foreign tribes in the wilderness all year round and rely on fishing and hunting for a living, so their combat effectiveness is very strong. The total population of the three settlements exceeds 700, which is considered a fairly large village. If we count the group of dogs in the Gnoll Valley - after all, they are also qualified laborers and excellent miners, the number will be close to a thousand. In the sparsely populated northern territory, a town with a permanent population of more than one thousand is considered a small town. A normal natural village in the North generally has only three to five hundred people, and some small ones only have one to two hundred people. Villages with more than seven hundred people are considered large villages. A standard feudal knighthood is a village with a population of 100 households, ranging from 400 to 700 people, and its output is barely enough to support a knight, his knight squire, and combat attendants. Given the current situation in the River Bend Territory, if nothing unexpected happens, the entire population's efforts in mining, farming, hunting, and logging can not only support the knight Urian, but also convert all fifty people in the first squadron of the militia into full-time soldiers. When Count Fruilov calls for war, Ulyanov will be able to take his two knight squires, Leo and Vich—Ivan is not qualified yet—and fifty armed followers, and recruit dozens or hundreds of peasants to fight for his lord. Among the corner flag knights, this size of force is not small, and it can even be said to be superior to the others and close to the square flags. After all, the service standard for the Knights of the Corner Banner was one knight, two knight squires, ten armed soldiers and twenty conscripted peasants. During wars, conscripted peasants or serfs rarely participated in direct combat. They were mainly used as coolies and auxiliary soldiers, responsible for transporting supplies, repairing roads, setting up camps and other logistical services. There is a difference between the North and the South in this respect. Northerners are accustomed to showing their bravery in front of people of equal strength and fighting under the witness of the god of war Tyr. Fully armed knights and soldiers believed that serfs and civilians without equipment were not warriors, but only spoils of war. The knights of the southern border don't care about this. The excessive population is a burden to them, and it doesn't matter if they are consumed. Besides, the holy light shines on everyone, so if there is a fight, they should fight together. In some southern provinces that have enjoyed peace for hundreds of years, noble lords often start wars over the ownership of a rabbit. On the one hand, they were worried about the loss of their own soldiers, and on the other hand, they were worried that the enemy's soldiers would fork them off their horses, so it was customary to send only serfs to fight so that the knights could charge more comfortably.