Chapter 499: Inside the Grain Warehouse, Please Look Clearly at My Face

In the grain warehouse, which was quiet to the point of feeling uncomfortable, a meowing sound suddenly appeared.

This defeated soldier, who was boredly doing standing handstands against the wall on the second floor of the grain warehouse and performing meaningless movements, shuddered all over, flipped over to stand upright, and curled his lips: "Hey, it sounds like a cat really snuck in. Haha, let me pet it too, this shitty job! I'd rather go outside to the shulin to feed the mosquitoes than stand guard in the grain warehouse anymore."

The soldier complained, urgently picked up the lighting oil lamp placed on the floor nearby, and climbed the wooden stairs with a thumping sound to the third floor of the grain warehouse.

Light shone from the room next to the stairs; clearly, the Bafa the soldier spoke of was playing with a cat in the small room at the top of the stairs right now!

"Hey! Let me see these little cuties too!"

The soldier rushed directly into the room, but as soon as he entered, he frowned, because the person in the room with their back to him—their height, build, and everything—was nothing like the soldier who was supposed to be guarding the third floor of the grain warehouse.

"You..."

Before the suspicious words in his mouth were finished, the young man with his back to him turned around abruptly, and a Dagger in his hand swiped across the soldier's neck with a *swish*.

Jier used quite a bit of force; this swipe of the Dagger actually severed more than half of the soldier's neck.

Fresh blood sprayed wildly inside the room; the soldier still tried to press his hand against the wound on his neck, but apart from the hissing sound coming from his neck and the unstoppable blood, he could do nothing.

Jier, meanwhile, had long since grabbed a linen wheat straw quilt from the bed to cover his body, preventing the fresh blood spraying from the soldier's neck from staining him.

*Thud*, the soldier's corpse slumped softly to the floor, a pair of eyes glaring at the young man holding the quilt; he tried to lift his hand, but it only moved a little before it fell powerlessly into the pool of blood on the ground.

Fresh blood was still flowing slowly from the neck, and even the blood that had originally flowed back from the head to the torso was pouring out from the severed Blood Vessel, which made the fresh corpse's face turn white, devoid of any color.

"Hmph, how easy. These defeated soldiers who have been guarding the grain warehouse for a long time no longer have the caution and care of others outside. That makes sense, after all, they think the grain warehouse only has one path in and out, and there are people guarding the outside; how could there be enemies in the grain warehouse? Not to mention the people on the village walls and the people standing guard in the shulin outside the village."

Jier shook his head, feeling that these defeated soldiers had arranged their personnel for defense and Scout duties well enough, but they did not realize that the target they were dealing with was not an organized soldier like them, nor scattered mercenaries hired for the job, but a young Knight.

Once the personnel were dispersed, they would only be peeled away by Jier like an onion, layer by layer, as he gradually eliminated their alert and defensive forces. If Jier acted fast enough, these enemy soldiers remaining in Changmai Village would not even be able to react, and would lose a large number of men because of it.

Jier checked the soldier he had just killed and discovered that these soldiers rarely had any valuables on them. Despite having ransacked the entire Changmai Village, they were still so poor that they only had their own weapons and Armor.

This soldier was even worse; he was only wearing casual clothes, hadn't even put on his own Soldier Armor, and didn't even have a Dagger on him. He just heard the cat meowing Jier had faked and ran up happily to see the cat.

Not until he confirmed that this person was completely dead did Jier blow out the extra oil lamp in the room and walk downward with the other oil lamp in his hand.

He arrived at the second floor of the grain warehouse. This place was similar to the third floor; it was piled full of Grain Bags, stacked from the thick wooden floor all the way up to the floor above.

Jier discovered that the Agricultural God Church was truly generous with the materials for the grain warehouse. Even the wood used for the floor here was material planed from a whole piece of high-quality hardwood trunk. In an ordinary household, this could be used as the main beam of a house, but in the grain warehouse, every step taken was on this kind of wood.

On the second floor of the grain warehouse, Jier inspected the situation, fearing that someone might still be hiding in some corner, having been missed by him, only to burn down the Changmai Village grain warehouse in the end.

That would not do.

Although Priest Bata'er could still develop in New Xiwang Town without this batch of grain, he would have to be frugal. With the support of this grain, at least New Xiwang Town would not have to beg people everywhere or spend a large amount of money to purchase grain due to a shortage.

The second floor of the grain warehouse was no different from the third; it was just as quiet and just as stifling. There wasn't even a ventilation window here. No wonder the defeated soldier on the third floor behaved so abnormally and was acting crazy; if he had stayed here for over ten days too, he reckoned he would have gone crazy as well.

Just kidding, when Jier was trapped in the lady's dream and couldn't get out, he had even stayed there for dozens of days, and it didn't matter that he was by himself. Although he spent most of his time hunting those Mushroom Boys hiding everywhere, hunting was actually quite interesting.

Especially for men.

Jier put away the Dagger he had used to kill the soldier guarding the second floor and instead picked up the weapons and equipment that the soldier had placed casually in the small room at the second-floor stairwell. His build was similar to the other man's, so after putting on the soldier's Armor, it fit quite neatly.

Then, picking up the other man's Long Sword and a somewhat damaged wooden Round Shield, Jier walked down the stairs toward the first floor of the grain warehouse.

He first saw the main gate of the grain warehouse; it was tightly shut, closed from the inside, and blocked with fixed wooden pillars to prevent outsiders from opening it. So these soldiers had thought it out well: as long as the people inside the grain warehouse didn't open the door, it wouldn't be easy for people outside to get in. To break in, they would need many people holding a pillar to ram the grain warehouse gate.

But they hadn't discovered that there was still a passage on the roof of the grain warehouse for inspecting the rainproof wooden boards, which allowed Jier to sneak in silently.

Opposite the grain warehouse gate was a room that was slightly more spacious inside the warehouse. There were tracks left by a wheelbarrow on the ground; even on the thick wooden floor, after being pressed by a fully loaded wheelbarrow, slight indentations remained on the surface.

And here, Jier also saw that a portion of the grain on the first floor had already been transported away by the enemy. The layers of Grain Bags near the gate had all disappeared, and there were only some scattered wheat grains on the ground reflecting the light of the oil lamp.

In the resting room for the first-floor guards, Jier didn't find the person who should have been staying there, so Jier became even more cautious. He lowered his footsteps, not letting them make too loud a sound when walking on the wooden floor.

At the same time, in order not to be seen through if the opponent suddenly appeared, Jier did not draw his Long Sword; he just wore the enemy's Soldier Armor, pretending to be one of the enemies. This way, even if an enemy suddenly saw him, it wouldn't be easy for them to judge who he was at first glance, giving Jier a chance to kill.

But soon, Jier discovered that this ruse of his seemed somewhat redundant, because the person guarding the first floor of the grain warehouse wasn't hiding anywhere; the opponent was right inside the first floor of the grain warehouse, having spread several bags of grain on the ground, lying comfortably on the Grain Bags, and sleeping soundly!

The opponent had even extinguished the oil lamp that might cause a fire, just sleeping without any concern in the pitch-black grain warehouse, lying splayed out, emitting one snore after another.

That's right, Jier thought, it was night time, and these guard soldiers in the grain warehouse had nothing to do, so naturally they would sleep if they could, and sleep however was most comfortable.

Looking at this guy who was sleeping comfortably and presumably having a sweet dream, Jier smiled.

He walked up, placed the lighting oil lamp to the side, and then covered the opponent's mouth and nose with one hand while gripping the opponent's throat with the other.

The man woke up immediately, opening his eyes wide and looking at Jier in confusion.

Especially with Jier wearing their soldier's Armor at this moment, it made the soldier who had been suddenly attacked feel baffled and terrified.

With his mouth and nose covered, the soldier couldn't breathe and couldn't make a sound. With his throat gripped, the soldier quickly felt distressed, and his struggle became even more intense.

"Remember my face, remember what I look like! Heh, after I kill you, remember to come find me!" Jier delivered these words into the opponent's ear with a smile, just so that the person he killed would have their vengeful Spirit come find him after death.

And in this way, these things that originally annoyed him would instead become growth food for his Shadow Bird.

Before, when he was at Lanse-Qingting Village, he had killed several defeated soldiers who were advance scouts. Unfortunately, only two came to pester him in his dreams that night; the others he killed seemed to have no vengeful Spirit or anything to find Jier after death because they hadn't seen clearly who killed them when Jier struck them down.

This made Jier feel quite angry, feeling that he had wasted the opportunity.

Therefore, this time with the kills in Changmai Village, he strove to let every enemy he killed see clearly exactly who killed them, and if they had a vengeful Spirit after death, who they should come to find.

They shouldn't find the wrong person, or dissipate for no reason; that would be a huge loss for Jier.

The newborn Shadow Bird was in great need of the power of Spirits, and it was still weak enough. After only two vengeful Spirits from Lanse-Qingting Village found him and pestered him, and were then eliminated by the Shadow Bird in his dream, it had allowed the Shadow Bird to accumulate one-third of its energy at once. He only needed four more enemy vengeful Spirits to pester him, and Jier would be able to let his Shadow Bird's abilities improve.

"Woooo—"

The enemy struggled for a while, and finally, with unwillingness and despair, was strangled to death by Jier on the pile of grain.

Afterward, Jier twisted the dead enemy's neck, because just strangling someone to death was not a very reliable method. Many times, people just entered a state of shock or feigned death; although most people would eventually die completely due to cerebral hypoxia if left alone, in a small number of cases, the enemy might autonomously recover their breathing and heartbeat and wake up again due to reasons like physical robustness.

That was why Jier added the method of twisting the enemy's neck.

This was an important grain warehouse; he had to ensure the enemy was killed completely.

Jier moved the enemy's corpse to a position near the gate, and then Jier didn't rush to move things to block the grain warehouse gate, but instead came to the stairs leading to the two underground levels of the grain warehouse, carefully listening for sounds from below.

It was incomparably quiet.

Jier still pretended to be an enemy and walked down the stairs openly.

But when he arrived at the guard room on the first underground level, he found that it was neat and tidy, with no signs of anyone living there. Jier even opened the chamber pot here to check and found it clean inside; indeed, no one was living here.

But Jier was still relatively cautious in his actions; he still walked around the entire first underground level of the grain warehouse, and only after confirming that no one was there did he arrive at the stairwell.

The grain underground seemed to have been stored for some time; the linen cloth bags were somewhat dry, and fine dust seemed to be floating in the air, which made Jier, whose nose was sensitive, feel unaccustomed to it. He wanted to sneeze several times, but he held it back.

Afterward, he walked down the stairs and arrived at the second underground level of the Grain Warehouse.

The temperature here was clearly different from other places; it was not cold, but on the contrary, the air here was somewhat hot and dry. Not only was the air stuffy and turbid, but when Jier touched the large number of grain bags stacked here, he discovered that the grain bags were not icy, but rather had some warmth.

"This won't do. Grain stacked for a long time, no matter how dry, will still ferment slightly due to the moisture in the air. And the activity of microorganisms will generate heat. If air circulation is not done well, it is very difficult for this heat to be carried away by the air, which will only make this place increasingly stuffy and hot."

Jier recalled some information and news briefings about grain storage he had heard from the news in his previous life, and roughly judged the problem with the Changmai Village Grain Warehouse. Although no accident had occurred yet, once something really happened, especially if there were no Defeated Soldier attacking Changmai Village, then this Grain Warehouse would likely suffer a major fire accident within a year or two.

At that time, for the villagers of Changmai Village, the loss of the entire Grain Warehouse's grain would not be a small amount! It would at least represent the result of several years of hard work by the villagers of the Cunzi.

It would be almost no less than the tragic consequences of Changmai Village being attacked by external armed forces.

Likewise, there were no enemy soldiers guarding the second underground level.

That made sense; unlike the three levels above ground, the air underground was bad and the temperature was stuffy and hot. Ordinary people would feel uncomfortable staying here for a while, so how could anyone be allowed to stand guard here for a long time?

The guard room at the stairwell looked like it had never been used. It seemed that not only did those Defeated Soldier not stay in the Grain Warehouse underground, but in the past, no villagers of Changmai Village had ever lived here either.

After these two guard rooms were built, they had never been used at all.

"Ha, a failed design," Jier muttered, but he did not turn around and leave. Instead, he insisted on walking through the entire second underground level of the Grain Warehouse to truly ensure that there was no one hiding here.

Then he returned to the first level of the Grain Warehouse and carefully moved the bags of grain behind the Grain Warehouse gate, so that the two soldiers outside the Grain Warehouse gate would not discover it. He used the bags of grain to completely block the Grain Warehouse gate.

Next, Jier threw the corpses of the three Defeated Soldier he had killed, along with their weapons and equipment, near the Grain Warehouse gate.

This would make it convenient for the Warrior to handle the enemy corpses and equipment after capturing Changmai Village tomorrow.

After finishing all this, Jier took off the enemy's Soldier Armor he was wearing, still carrying only his Dagger, and returned to the third level of the Grain Warehouse. He opened the passage that looked like a wooden window, jumped lightly, and arrived on top of the Grain Warehouse.

"Hoo—" Fresh air was inhaled into his body, and Jier felt a sense of relief and comfort.

Sure enough, a Grain Warehouse that was too quiet and oppressive was really not suitable for Human to stay in for a long time; the external environment was more comfortable.

Jier simply put the two rainproof wooden boards back in their original positions, but he still used his Dagger to leave a mark on these two boards to make it convenient for the Soldier to find them and enter the Grain Warehouse from here tomorrow.

He carefully came to the edge of the Grain Warehouse roof, leaned down, grabbed the wooden board at the edge of the roof with his hands, and jumped off the edge. He was first slowed down by the wooden board he grabbed with his hands, and then Jier let go, and his whole body fell from a height of twelve or thirteen meters.

An ordinary person falling from this height would likely be injured, but Jier only bent his knees and used his muscles and bones to absorb the force of the fall.

"Warrior Jier! How is it?"

As soon as Jier landed, Bata'er Jiaoshi hurried over and asked in a low voice about the situation inside the Grain Warehouse. Jier told him the situation, and the Priest breathed a sigh of relief: "In this way, we won't have to worry about the enemy setting fire to the Grain Warehouse after the fighting starts tomorrow."

"Heh heh, if we are too slow tomorrow and the enemy gathers, they can still set fire to the Grain Warehouse. Eliminating the enemy in the Grain Warehouse only means they won't be able to set fire to this place immediately. Whether we can save the Grain Warehouse depends on tomorrow's battle," Jier said in a low voice as well.

"Then do you have a plan in your mind now?"

Jier looked at the other two places where the enemies were gathered in the Cunzi, the Nongshen Church in the center of the Cunzi, and a large villager house on the north side of the Cunzi, then said: "It still depends on the situation in the other two places. Let's go, let's go over quietly."

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