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 As Brian had said, once it started snowing in Border Town, it wouldn't stop.

In one night, the town had been wrapped in a layer of white gauze. In the early morning, the snow had weakened, and there were occasionally a few scattered snowflakes falling from the sky, but the sky was still gray. Thinking that they wouldn't see the sun for several months, Roland felt that it was somewhat inconceivable.

This was simply illogical, he thought, although it was strange to look for common sense in a world where witches had magic, but how could the demonic beasts affect the weather? Unfortunately, he didn't have a weather satellite to tell him the specific distribution of the world's clouds.

On the way to the western wall, Carter couldn't help but sigh: "The town has become a lot more deserted, there are still a group of people who have followed the nobles to evacuate."

"That's good, at least they won't hold us back," Roland exhaled a breath of white air, "I have already arranged for Barov to conduct a census this winter."

"What is that?"

"It is to go door to door to do statistics, how many people are left, what are the names of each family, what are their occupations, and then record it," Roland explained, "In this way, whether it is the deployment of human resources during the war, or the distribution of pensions after the war, it can be implemented quickly and effectively."

"Uh … human resources?" Carter blinked, then smiled, "Your Highness, you are really different from before."

"Oh?"

"In the past, although you would say some things that I didn't understand, and do some inexplicable things, but, after all, those things were not in line with your identity as a prince. But now … "Carter paused for a moment, as if considering his words," Whether it is those strange training regulations you set, or the novel experimental products from the alchemy workshop, the results are surprisingly effective. Perhaps this is what my grandfather said, the reason why extraordinary people are extraordinary is that they can always see the things that ordinary people ignore. I have a feeling that maybe you can really become the next king. "

"… Really?" Roland suddenly felt a surge of warmth in his heart, was there anything more satisfying than being recognized after a struggle? For a moment, he felt that his hands and feet were full of strength, and the gray sky wasn't so annoying.

Walking up the wall, he saw the militia clearing the snow on the aisle. When they saw the prince, they all bowed in salute.

I should have taught them to salute, Roland thought. "How was it last night?"

"We haven't found any traces of demonic beasts," Iron Axe answered him. "Your Highness, according to past experience, after the first snowfall, we still have a relatively stable period. During this period of time, there are not many demonic beasts, and most of the mutated ones are weak animals. "

Roland nodded. "Then continue to be vigilant."

The area behind the city wall had been transformed into a barracks. When the alarm was not sounded, most people would rest in the barracks to conserve their energy. The patrols were rotated. Considering the low temperature in winter, each team would only patrol for four hours before being replaced.

These measures were all set by Roland one by one. He had asked Brian and learned that Longsong Stronghold had no plan to resist the demonic beasts. The unluckiest recruits would be sent to monitor the movements of the demonic beasts and would have to stay on the city wall for a whole day. Therefore, there were often cases of laziness and desertion. During the winter, because of dereliction of duty or violation of military orders, as many as twenty or thirty people would be hanged.

As for the traces of demonic beasts, it was even more chaotic. There was no division of defense, nor was there a designated person responsible. Thinking of the level of war in this era, Roland also understood. It was an era of extreme emphasis on individual bravery, emphasizing honor and plunder. Even the Knight would be hot-blooded and rush to the front, so it was better not to ask for too much.

Patrolling along the wall, it seemed that everything was going well, but Roland found that he had overlooked a problem.

That was, the barricades.

These barricades were still clearly leading the demonic beasts to the middle of the wall, but if Brian was right, two to three months of snow would eventually fill up all the barricades. At that time, any point of the 600-meter line of defense could become the route of the demonic beasts. His men simply had no time to take care of such a large area.

It was also impossible to send people to clear the snow. A few agile demonic beasts were enough to make the team suffer heavy losses.

Perhaps he still had to rely on the power of the witches.

For example, he could let Nightingale sneak out of the town with Anna, ignite a fire to melt the snow, and then sneak back – just like how she had stolen Nana from the Pine Family.

At this moment, the observation post on the left side of the wall shouted.

"Look in front!"

Roland and Carter looked in the direction he was pointing. A small shadow crawled out of the snow and slowly moved towards the wall.

"Your Royal Highness, do you think we should …" The hunter in charge of the defense turned his head and asked.

"According to the previous drill, you should decide whether to blow the horn or not," Roland said. "Moreover, you have more experience than me in this regard."

He hesitated, but finally just pulled the string of the crossbow and continued to stand on the wall to observe.

Roland nodded with satisfaction. For now, the order on the wall was still well maintained. But he didn't know if they could quickly organize the defense according to the drill steps when a large number of demonic beasts attacked Border Town.

The shadow gradually moved closer, and when it was about 50 meters away from the wall, Roland could clearly see the appearance of the demonic beasts.

Was it probably a fox mutant?

Its fur was grayish-black, its eyes were red, and it came to the wall while panting.

"This guy seems to have been infected not long ago, so it's not a big threat," Iron Axe said as he aimed his bow.

"You said that they were infected by the breath of hell and were expelled to the west?"

"Not only to the west," Carter came over and said, "When the Gates of Hell opened in the Barbarian Land, any place that wasn't blocked by the Impassable Mountain Range would be attacked by the demonic beasts, especially the big gap in the north. The Impassable Mountain Range, which stretched for more than 10 miles, seemed to have been cut off, which was the main direction of the demonic beasts' attack. "

This manic monster wandered for a moment under the wall, then raised its head, grinned at the people on the wall and growled. When it was about to jump, Iron Axe released the bowstring, and a sharp arrow accurately pierced its neck, firmly nailing it to the ground.

Roland noticed that the blood coming out of the wound was black.