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

The Church's first attempt to assassinate Roman ended in failure.

From now on, they will have no second chance.

Some witches are very suitable to become personal guards.

Shasta and Margaret are the best among witches.

Pure combat witches such as Lucia, Mabel, Brenna, Zelda, Martina, Sana, etc., need to practice with the army to develop tacit understanding.

Witches such as Edith, Gweil, Lisa, and Xia Lulu also have other uses, which can be effective if used well.

Shasta and Margaret are a bit special.

The former is an assassin unit with strong individual ability. Asking her to cooperate with the army is to limit her performance.

The latter is a seat witch, which itself represents one of the cards of the Witch Forest.

Some things are hard to defend. Only when the defense force is sufficient can he display his talents without scruples.

Roman readjusted the working hours of 7,000 farmers.

They have lived in Origin City for a long time, so Roman can trust them.

He ordered this group of people to work only half a day a day, and the other half a day to practice crossbows at the shooting range.

They used to practice crossbows and exchanged their experience with each other.

But they only tried it briefly because the workload was heavy.

But they could squeeze in time, so they could squeeze out time every day.

Now they are slacking off according to the order.

After all, what Origin City lacks now is food and military force, not labor.

To be precise, the population of Origin City has long exceeded Roman's direct control.

The sanitary conditions in Origin City, which had been clean for two years, have now become a little worse.

Roman distributes daily labor tasks according to the number of people and positions.

It is impossible to tell who is who.

Everything is chaotic, and Roman has long been used to it.

Origin City is like a cup of turbid water. As long as it is left alone, sooner or later the turbid water will separate and become clear.

...

It was also the day when Roman was assassinated.

Commander Matthew arranged for the Holy War Army to set up camp in Kant Territory

This is an ideal place to station, located in the upper reaches of the basin.

If you want to attack Origin City, it is better to go downstream than upstream.

They are exhausted.

The members of the Holy War Army are all Sinnoh nobles or Sinnoh farmers. They set out from Sinnoh Peninsula and traveled thousands of miles to get here in more than a month.

He had been studying the valley terrain on the way, but still had no idea how to attack.

What a headache!

If Origin City is a city with strong and tall walls on the plains, then Matthew can still organize people to make catapults and siege equipment to launch a strong attack.

But what lies in front of him is not a wall.

If you don't take the water route of Silver Dragon Canyon, you have to cross mountains and ridges, and you may not be able to find the right way in the mountains, but the probability of getting lost is very high.

Twenty thousand people go in, there is no need to fight, and it would be good if ten thousand people can come back alive.

At this point, let's settle down first.

Matthew took a group of Sinnoh nobles to the abandoned castle.

Weeds and weeds grew everywhere, valuable items were moved away, and even the gates were removed.

I heard that six nobles discussed the attack plan here last year, and now it has a new owner.

"Master Matthew, His Majesty the Holy See said that if we don't see a chance of winning in the short term, we have to block it for a long time." Elva said.

He was thin, about 40 years old, and was a bishop of the Holy See.

"What chance of winning?" Matthew asked.

"I don't know about that. His Majesty said that if there is no chance of winning, then we have to stay here forever..." The bishop said, "All of us have to stay here and block the way out for the blasphemer, otherwise... the second conqueror will rule this land."

Matthew looked solemn, knowing that this statement was not an exaggeration.

The King of the Valley rose too fast. If it continues to develop, the Holy See will probably return to the darkest moment a hundred years ago.

Pirates, barbarians, troubled times...

This moment is just like that moment.

Although the present is different from the past, the Church has also experienced a lot of development in the past hundred years, far more than a hundred years ago.

But they still have extremely complicated emotions towards the man wearing the black iron crown.

"He is not His Majesty the Conqueror. His Majesty the Conqueror can strangle the throat of the devil with one hand and tame the devil of the witch. The blasphemer is just a robber. No one here is not afraid of him! Look at their pitiful appearance." The young Sinnoh noble pointed indignantly at the local farmers they had captured.

"My lord, this is none of my business." The ragged farmer immediately knelt down and begged for mercy when he saw the young noble pointing at him.

"Sir Angus, you scared him." Matthew waved to the farmer.

He asked, "How many of you are left now?"

"This... there were so many people before, but later they were all captured and ran away!" The farmer said with a terrified face.

"Blasphemers...what did Roman catch you for?"

"Those people said there were three meals a day, they must be talking nonsense, I only had two meals! They said the three meals were wheat bread, soybeans, and meat. But no one believed it, I didn't believe it either, once you go there you can't come back, really no one can run back! So everyone avoided them. Later, the minister of our Majesty the King came and warned him, and he was willing to stop and let us go."

"Everyone! Listen to this brutal act!"

Angus slammed the table angrily.

The dusty stone tables were covered with smoke and dust, and the autumn sun illuminated them in every detail.

The nuns and priests went to check the situation. The swordsman marshal Archer silently found a three-legged chair and sat on it without saying a word.

"A good piece of land! He ruined it like this! Gods! Is there any justice here? I must judge him with my sword! Let him repent!" Angus cursed righteously.

"He can't hear you no matter how loud you shout here." said the bishop.

These young nobles joined the Crusades with a sincere heart. Although they were very impulsive, they paid for it out of their own pockets and brought their own men to join. Their combat power was considerable. Some people even sold their property to support one-third of the logistics of the Crusades.

"Hey, we are the warriors of the gods. We are here to help you deal with the blasphemer Roman. But the warriors of the gods also need to eat." Matthew said to the farmer.

"Master, I understand! Last year, there were masters who said the same thing, but they were all defeated. Later, Master Kant also left. We don't know who to pay taxes to for our wheat this year. We have stored it at home for the masters. Now that you are here, it's great. I will send you the wheat at home. This year's beans are about to be harvested, and I will send them to you... But I don't know how much I have to pay?"

The years and times have carved humble wrinkles on the farmer's face. Each wrinkle is dark and deep, as if such deep wrinkles are engraved on his facial bones.

"Seventy percent, only seventy percent! The other thirty percent is yours!" Matthew said.

The farmer was immediately delighted. Last year, the noble masters collected 90% of the taxes.

The wrinkles on his face seemed to be stretched, and they seemed to be squeezed deeper.

"Only 70%?! I'll pass this on right away. The Vatican only needs to collect 70% of the tax. We are saved. You are such a kind lord!"

Angus spoke generously: "Of course! We are warriors of the gods. We come here to deal with the blasphemer and his claws. We do this to protect you. How can we take away all your food? The glory of the gods will illuminate the whole earth sooner or later!"

He said some beautiful words.

The farmer was grateful and worshipful, and said several times in a row that the gods are above.

This can be regarded as meeting a real conscientious lord.

However, the fact is that no one expects this land to meet the logistics of more than 20,000 holy wars.

Sinnoh captured a large area of ​​Cangyue, which is the source of the Bro River.

The King of Sinnoh has begun to build a reliable ferry on the Bro River to transport supplies.

In a short time, the holy war will be able to get a steady stream of logistics supplies through water transportation.

In fact, once a war breaks out, the only way to transport supplies on a large scale is by water.

Because the loss and difficulty of land transportation are too high to accept.

Water transportation is different. A few ships can transport hundreds of thousands of kilograms of supplies.

This is also the confidence of the Jihad Army to stay here for a long time.

Let alone next year, even if it is ten years later, it will not be a problem.