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Chapter 408 Support

Chapter 408 Support

Tuscarola felt that he had been too naive before.

She has a terrible temper, yet she likes to cling to others, thinking about the favor she doesn't deserve.

But now that she has discovered her shortcomings, she is determined to correct them.

She no longer wanted to live for others; she only followed her own heart.

This warehouse was a gathering place for her compatriots.

She wasn't obligated to protect these people simply because they were her compatriots.

Rather, she wanted to save her fellow countrymen.

She is neither Lola nor Tuscarola.

However, the blood flowing through her veins would not change according to her will; everything that had happened in the past truly existed in time and memory.

Her family is still her family, and her old friends are still her old friends.

She will never forgive those who try to take advantage of her or deceive her.

But regardless of whether she forgave him or not, Tuscarola thought she was willing to let him continue to use and deceive her.

Gillian is not a good person, and she doesn't deserve to be her sister.

However, she is absolutely the most suitable person to lead the Green-Eyed People to grow stronger, conquer land, and even seize ships to return to their homeland.

Tuscarola doesn't want to go back to that place of sorrow, even though for a green-eyed person, thinking like that is somewhat forgetting one's roots.

However, she has indeed become more accustomed to life here.

My hometown is too primitive; you can see the end of your life at a glance. Everyone tells Tuscarola what to do, which is really a headache.

Therefore, Tuscarola decided to let Gillian complete this mission in her place.

Am I using her too? Tuscarola laughed, feeling that she had finally become smarter.

Maybe one day he'll be able to surpass Annie, but it's probably unlikely.

A few days ago, she commanded her troops to attack another town.

This time she only brought five people with her.

She discovered that someone was monitoring the warehouse, and any large-scale operation would inevitably be detected by the other party.

Therefore, she chose to act secretly.

Sure enough, no one had prepared slaves for her in advance. She used her supernatural powers to storm the town and save a new batch of her compatriots.

The greatest value of this operation was not how many people it saved, but that it proved her own ideas.

The person in her warehouse who asked this question is someone who is good at using their brain.

Unfortunately, Tuscarola is not good at dealing with this kind of person.

If Anne hadn't broken off their friendship, she should be able to ask Anne for advice right now.

Perhaps we could go back and ask Aaron; maybe he could offer some advice?

"Never mind..." Tuscarola pouted. She had clearly said last time that she wouldn't go back.

Moreover, temporary anchor points are insufficient if one wants to go to the library and return immediately.

Tuscalola must establish a permanent anchor point.

However, she had no intention of establishing her precious anchor point in a place like this.

Tuscarola had already calculated that even if her strength increased significantly, he could only establish a maximum of two anchor points.

Otherwise, just constructing such a complex magic circle would take ten consecutive days.

It cannot be interrupted, it cannot be distracted, and therefore it cannot eat or drink. This is definitely not something a normal human being can do.

Eternal anchor points must be cherished!

Therefore, Tuscalola must deal with that enemy himself.

However, this enemy seems to be very cautious. Despite constant harassment, there was only one large-scale attack, and that was when Tuscalola was away.

It seemed that the other side knew that Tuscarola was the only adversary in the warehouse who was worth being wary of.

What should we do? If the enemy continues to lurk in the shadows, only launching surprise attacks when Tuscalola is off guard, then the situation in the warehouse will inevitably remain passive.

Moreover, the team cannot continue to grow indefinitely.

Perhaps I should take the initiative?

Tuscarola thought this was a viable solution.

Moreover, as long as she can find the enemy, she doesn't think she will lose.

But this is also the key—finding the enemy.

Therefore, what is most needed right now is information and intelligence.

Both Anne and Aaron have spoken about the importance of intelligence.

That unidentified adversary also seemed to have been gathering intelligence on the warehouse.

Tuscarola suddenly jumped off the chair, his eyes hardening. This was an intelligence war!

How to wage an intelligence war? Tuscarola didn't know, and nobody here knew either.

We should talk to Gillian. Although Tuscarola dislikes her, she is indeed the most capable person here.

She planned to go to Gillian's house, hoping not to see another naked man this time.

The moment she opened the door, she found Gillian already standing outside.

She looked at Tuscarola in surprise, raising her right hand as if she were about to knock on the door.

Tuscarola asked, "What happened?"

"Boss, you have to come with me right away," Gillian said, "to the city walls!"

In fact, compared to a real city, the walls here can hardly be considered city walls.

The city gate tower was not tall enough, and the walls were not thick enough, but it is undeniable that it did have defensive functions.

Tuscarola immediately realized something serious had happened and quickly followed Gillian's footsteps.

Upon reaching the city wall, she discovered that all the trees in one direction of the forest had been cut down.

In the uneven forest of the basin, a wide open space appeared.

Tuscarola frowned: "What is this?"

"It must have been the enemy who did it. According to the soldiers, they heard noises coming from that direction last night."

Tuscarola was very surprised to hear this: "Why weren't you told me about this?"

"Because they didn't tell me either, I only found out by asking," Gillian replied. "They said that since the noise didn't seem to be getting any closer, they didn't pay attention and thought it was some kind of wild animal."

Good heavens, what a bunch of idiots!

But thinking about it carefully, it's very much like a green-eyed person.

The Green-Eyed People live in the forest, where there is little conflict and people are used to a peaceful life.

In the event of any unexpected incident, the priest would offer a comforting interpretation to the crowd.

Thinking about it this way, Tuscarola felt that it was not unjust for his people to be defeated by the Easterners.

They had been living in comfort for too long, and even as slaves, they had not learned to be cautious and careful.

Tuscarola suddenly had a feeling that what he was doing was completely meaningless.

She could save her people's bodies, but she could not save their will and minds.

Perhaps Gillian can indeed save the green-eyed people.

She's a green-eyed woman who wants to be a slave owner; her greed and extraordinary learning ability might actually allow her to adopt the advanced systems of the East.

Take it back.

Tuscarola looked at Gillian: "What are the enemy planning to do?"

"I don't know," Gillian shook her head. "We only saw an empty space, but we didn't see a single enemy."

Tuscarola fell into deep thought.

The enemy was cutting down trees, clearly to create a clearing.

But what value can empty land texts generate?

Horses are indeed not well-suited for charging in the woods.

But the enemy commander was clearly a cautious man; he couldn't possibly be unaware that a direct assault would not be able to take down the warehouse.

Moreover, charging recklessly against Tuscarola's abilities would only be suicide.

During this period alone, Tuscarola has greatly increased the number of times she uses the Realm of Dawn.

She had never trained her abilities so intensively before, and now her strength had increased again.

Moreover, whenever she has free time, she takes out "The Knot of the Clouds" and Lolotti's works to read.

Whether in actual combat or in theory, Tuscarola is slightly stronger than he was before he came to the basin.

But if that's not the reason, why would the enemy do this?

Just as he was racking his brains in anxiety, Tuscarola seemed to see some movement ahead.

She squinted and stared ahead.

Gillian called out, "Boss, someone's appeared at the end of the clearing!"

Tuscarola certainly saw it, and she also saw that among these people, some wore chained robes, while others carried iron swords and long knives.

Clearly, one group of people was holding another group hostage.

Someone cracked a whip, and one of the men ran frantically toward the warehouse.

"Boss—" Gillian called out anxiously, "Should we fire arrows to stop that person?"

Tuscarola thought for a few seconds: "No rush, and besides, I'm faster than an arrow."

After waiting for a while, they watched as the man stumbled and crawled to the city wall of the warehouse, seemingly without any intention of playing any tricks.

Until the other person looked up and said in green-eyed language:

"Help me! Help me!"

"They're compatriots!" Gillian exclaimed.

Tuscarola, of course, noticed this and then asked:

"Who's that over there?"

"Master, there are still some slaves," the fellow countryman replied.

Tuscarola disliked the other person's choice of words, but still restrained her emotions and continued to ask:

"What are they going to do?"

"I don't know, but my master asked me to deliver a message to the traitors here," said the green-eyed fellow countryman.

Tuscarola stared coldly at the man: "What did you say?"

"They want the warehouse to surrender, or they'll behead the green-eyed man right in front of you."

Gillian said angrily, "How could we possibly surrender! Now that we've chosen to resist, there's no stopping us. If we stop, only a tragic fate awaits us."

Tuscarola remained calm. She coldly observed the people below, pondered for a few seconds, and then said:

"Regardless of what your fellow countrymen are like over there, man, you are saved. Come in, the warehouse will shelter you."

Then, Tuscalola ordered his men to let the man into the city walls.

At that moment, a man raised his long sword and beheaded a slave!

"Devil!" Gillian roared. "Monster! Die!"

Gillian has indeed become somewhat arrogant lately, but perhaps she is just thinking about the past when her sister was killed?

However, Tuscarola remained unmoved, coldly watching the scene unfold.

Gillian said, "Boss, we should strike and save our compatriots!"

But Tuscarola shook his head: "No, we don't know anything yet, we can't attack rashly."

The reason why the other party deliberately cleared out this area is now very clear.

It was so that people inside the warehouse could see what was happening over there.

They attempted to threaten Tuscalola with the lives of their compatriots.

Alternatively, use this as bait to lure Tuscaloura out.

If it were Tuscarola from the day before yesterday, I might have taken the bait.

But today, she will not be fooled.

“But those people are my fellow countrymen,” Gillian said. “We can’t just stand by and watch them die! They’re only a handful, boss, they can’t possibly be a match for you! Our army can save them without you even lifting a finger!”

Although Gillian deceived Tuscarola, she genuinely hated Easterners and loved her own people, which was the only thing Tuscarola appreciated about Gillian.

Tuscarola calmly replied, "Are you sure they didn't lie in ambush?"

Gillian was speechless upon hearing this.

This is an intelligence war; we must not launch an attack rashly without sufficient intelligence.

The other party went to such lengths to do this, so they couldn't have done without considering the possibility that the warehouse wouldn't compromise.

Considering this, Tuscarola can only wait and see for now.

Gillian said, "But—boss, don't you want to save them? You're—a little too calm."

You're trying to say I'm cold-blooded, aren't you? Tuscarola didn't seem to care:

"I don't know those people. They are indeed my compatriots, but I never felt obligated to save them. I care more about my own safety than their lives, and I don't want to lose what I already have."

Loss is truly a painful experience.

Tuscarola has lost too much and doesn't want to lose any more.

She looked at Gillian: "Remember, to gain something, you must first learn to give it up."

Tuscarola hopes Gillian can do these things; if the Green-Eyed People are to lead to a brighter future, this woman must master it.

"Besides," Tuscarola looked ahead, "are they really worth saving? They outnumber that kingdom's soldier several times over. If they don't want to die, they should fight back."

If Tuman Carola were in that situation, even if she were only a nine-year-old girl, she would inevitably rebel.

Gillian stopped speaking, and the two stood silently on the city wall, watching their compatriots being harmed one by one.

Suddenly, the situation on the other side changed.

The green-eyed people actually rebelled, using the iron chains binding their hands as weapons to fight back against the enemy's longswords.

Although it often takes five lives to take away one of the kingdom's inhabitants, at least they are resisting.

Seeing this, Tumancarola smiled.

Finally, we see fellow countrymen who are able to spontaneously resist!

Since that's the case, Tuscarola also intends to help them.

However, the distance between that location and the warehouse is somewhat delicate.

Tuman Carola can indeed reach that area using the Radiant Cloud, but Li cannot control it precisely.

Therefore, it is impossible to achieve precise killing of the enemy.

Using her abilities rashly, Tuman Carola, might actually backfire.

"If that's the case: Gillian—"

"Boss, what are your orders?"

Tumancarola ordered, "Send a team to support our brothers over there!"

Gillian smiled and said, "Yes, boss!"

She acted immediately.

Soon, a warehouse-armed force composed of green-eyed people launched an attack.

Tuman Carola rested her left hand on the wall, smiling as she quietly watched the battle unfold before her.