If I let you farm, will you become the emperor of the empire?

Dick and Front came back after drinking.

The military camp has a no-alcohol policy.

No alcohol is allowed except during breaks, and officers are required to comply.

Green once drank secretly and was hanged up that day. He was stripped naked except for a pair of shorts.

Since then, everyone has known the value of military law.

But during this period, the military camp was in a relaxed stage, and no one pursued him as the deputy commander.

The reason for laxity is the sequelae of the war.

To be precise, it was not that Roman was psychologically shadowed, but that his army was psychologically shadowed by the Judgment Knights.

Nearly 70% of the casualties were caused by the combat knight units.

The whole process is impossible to watch directly, and those who have experienced it firsthand will definitely have nightmares.

Once a large-scale traumatic stress syndrome occurs, the combat effectiveness of the army will be destroyed, and if they encounter it again in the future, they will all become soft-footed shrimps.

Roman attaches great importance to this issue and requires officers to pay close attention to the ideological construction of soldiers.

But Jet and Dick were confused.

Ideological construction?

What it is?

So advanced! Can you do something backward?

Roman was overwhelmed by matters such as prisoners of war and pensions, and had to interview the non-commissioned officers to do ideological work.

…

"Are you scared? Ed."

"I'm scared, Master, but when I see you, I'm not scared at all." He said softly, looking at the figure on the seat with longing and trust.

"When you die, there is nothing." He felt that this sentence was full of different emotions, and it sounded a little sad, pity and mercy.

"Yes, we have it, we get honors, we get glory. As you said, we can also get that kind of thing, and you also said, what we do is meaningful."

"Even if a war as tragic as today's happens in the future, will you still stick to your post without hesitation?"

"I will!"

"At that time, the Judgment Knight's blade could have almost cut your neck open..."

He was not present when the war took place.

Because he can't take risks.

But Ed somehow believed that he was always by their side.

He knew all the details of the Spring Rain War.

All their performances fell into his eyes.

For some reason, Ed felt that he had always fought side by side with them, and there was always a sense of familiarity, as if he had seen this figure countless times in his dreams, teaching them how to fight, and leading them back and forth to fight.

Maybe it was because of the dream, he never remembered those things, only the instinct and experience of fighting continued to accumulate and settled in his bones.

"I will! Master, for you, I will." He repeated, full of determination.

He fell silent when he saw the figure on the seat.

"Then I allow you to do it for me."

The figure stretched out his palm, and he walked over and kissed the rough back of the hand with pious movements.

He heard the figure on the throne say: "Go, I will be responsible for you. The sacrifice of your comrades is not meaningless. I swear, from now on, you will never use flesh and blood again." Go and fight the charge of the Knights of War. I will turn you into the Iron Legion, and I will bless you and make you a warrior stronger than all."

…

The last team leader interview is over.

Roman watched Ed leave the hall, which consumed a lot of his energy.

For the military, many of their comrades died.

But for him, it was like seeing all the familiar faces disappear before his eyes.

Roman rubbed his temples, after solving the army's problem.

The next step is to rush into production.

But before that, he had to assign the ownership of the prisoners of war.

It is impossible to keep them in captivity. They also have to work, and the work tasks are heavier than those of the residents of Origin City.

All the dirty work is theirs!

Give a whip to the police officer in charge of guarding the police. If anyone is lazy, he will whip it hard and to death. If he resists, he will be beaten to death on the spot!

The question is that slaves and prisoners of war have no human rights.

After a few months of labor reform, suitable laborers will be selected and absorbed into the army.

The process of believer army and mercenary army is like this.

But the rest is different.

Roman called Sister Mapel.

She used to be the leader of the nuns' choir and is now Roman's slave.

Mapel is over forty years old, with fine wrinkles on her face, and her face habitually shows a gentle and loving expression.

She bowed and said: "Lord Roman, may the gods bless you."

Roman suddenly frowned: "There is no belief in gods in this land, and they only have one person to pray to. Sister, I advise you not to seek death!"

"The gods warn us to face terror with prayer. Lord Roman, if you have no faith, you will not be saved."

"I only believe in myself," he hummed softly: "And, Sister, your gods can't save this earth, but I can, so I am the God of the earth, pay me the highest respect."

Mapel was shocked. He had never seen such an arrogant tyrant.

She panicked and said, "Gods above me! You... how can you call yourself a god... This is a huge crime!"

Roman scolded: "Shut up! You have little knowledge and know nothing. I am too lazy to reason with a fool like you! If you dare to talk about your gods again, I will send you all to see the gods." !”

She remained silent.

"Your faith doesn't seem very pious..." he said with a sneer, "No wonder, after all, the situation has changed, the environment has changed, what can a mere human being do in the face of the general trend?"

Mapel was extremely well-educated and was not angry. He said warmly: "Lord Roman, if you really couldn't tolerate pagans in your land, we would have gone with the heroic Bishop Mailad long ago instead of being detained separately. Get up, are you afraid that the choir nuns will destabilize your rule?"

Roman crossed his hands and placed them on his abdomen and said, "That's because I need you to do something for me."

"There is no such thing..." Mapel shook his head.

"Losers get nothing, nun, you have no right to refuse me!"

He pulled out a short sword and threw it with a bang at the nun's feet: "If you don't want to obey, then come and prove your faith."

Mapel picked it up and said: "Then what do you need me to do? Master Roman, if you teach me to be your minion, teach me to kill, set fire, and hurt others, then I will die in front of you. I hope it can be used My blood awakens your conscience."

"It's not that serious. I have enough people to do things like murder and arson. You are not qualified at all. Tell me what the nuns are good at."

Mapel had to say, "We are from Eve Abbey, and I am the abbot there. We do everything, copy books, sow seeds, raise chickens, grow herbs, learn medical skills, sometimes take care of the sick, help pregnant women give birth, and take care of the poor. Family people…”