Give Me the Name of God

The southwest region is very large, larger than the due south and southeast. Estimated by area, it accounts for almost a quarter of the entire Romulu country.

But there are only four cities in the entire southwest, Blackwater City, Parrot City, Bluestone City and Turbulent City.

Turbulent City is the largest city in the southwest, and it is also the richest city, because it is the intersection of more than a dozen rivers, large and small, providing abundant water sources for Turbulent City.

There is water, which means there is food. Coupled with the warm climate in the southwest, Turbulence City produces more than half of the food in the southwest every year.

Having food means having a population. Some people say that the population of Turbulence City exceeds 100,000, while the population of the Royal Capital is only about 200,000.

Qixing Mountain has a population of 70,000, most of whom are young men recruited from all directions, giving Manda an army of 18,000 people.

The population structure of Turbulent City is relatively balanced. The number of young and strong men will not exceed 30,000, and the number of troops that can be raised will not exceed 10,000. If we fight a hard battle, it is not impossible, but what happens after the battle?

If there was a real fight with Turbulence City, Manda would have to be prepared to lose at least half of his soldiers, and he might not be able to defeat them.

The lord of Turbulence City is known to be a good gentleman and gets along well with everyone. When Howitt was alive, he got along very well with the archbishop. After Bucken took office, he also got along well with the new archbishop.

He had a deep friendship with the Minister of State, and a close friendship with General Longesen. Manda only stayed in the royal capital for less than a year, and received gifts from Marquis Serin three times.

He was friends with everyone, including the two Grand Dukes of the South. If he really wanted to fight with him, Marquis Sailin raised his arms and shouted. He didn't know how many reinforcements he could call. It was really not a wise choice to fight against such an opponent. .

But if he is left alone, it will definitely become a huge obstacle to controlling the southwest, because his and Manda's values ​​are completely opposite.

What Manda wants is to unite the hearts and minds, what Sailin wants is harmony and wealth. Manda wants to unify the southwest with bloody fists. Sailin will use golden ears of wheat to turn the southwest into a plate of loose sand, because a plate of loose sand is the most harmonious. , no one will cause trouble to anyone.

Let Wilkins deal with him, the poet suggested. If Wilkins suffers, he will naturally join forces with us.

He may not suffer a loss. Wilkins can't defeat him, and the loss will be my army after all. Manda rubbed his brows, In a few days, I will pay him a visit.

In troubled times, food was the most valuable asset. Standing on the hillside, overlooking the vast farmland, Manda sincerely praised Paweiu: It takes more than 30,000 farmers to feed 18,000 soldiers and two soldiers. Ten thousand craftsmen, you are amazing, I should give you a first-class meritorious service.

This is not due to me alone, Paweiu said humbly. Thanks to the help of poets, this year's harvest was achieved.

The poet built a canal to divert the river from Chexing Mountain to the plains, and built more than a dozen ponds around the canal to ensure irrigation of farmland.

A large amount of silt washed down from the river covers the sand and gravel at the foot of the mountain. It will not be long before these places will be turned into new farmland.

If you can give me more people, I can ensure that Qixing Mountain has endless food. Paweiu's casual words made the smile on Manda's face disappear.

Population, population, population again, Manda's good mood was instantly ruined.

He turned around, looked at Paweiu and said, Have you given birth?

Paweiu blushed and said, Not yet, I missed the last draft.

You don't even have children, don't care what kind of population I want! Manda left angrily, while Paweiu stayed in the cold wind, carefully wiping away the cold sweat.

It seems that he was promised a first-class meritorious service just now, but I don't know if it still counts.

Che Erdan disguised himself as a refugee and squatted under Parrot City. He was fighting for the population of Qixing Mountain.

Jenkins was standing among the refugees, delivering an impassioned speech. Although he had never met Bucken, it was as if he had received his true biography, and every word struck the hearts of the refugees.

“We worked in the fields with sweat and ate bread stuffed with sawdust.

The nobles went to war and burned up all our harvest for the year!

They were eating meat and drinking wine, but they shamelessly took away the last bit of food from us.

We have no other extravagance, we just want to live, but when we stretch out our skinny hands and want to beg for some charity, they close the door mercilessly!

Do we still want to beg? Are we going to watch our wives and children starve to death? We are the Lord’s children, and the Lord’s wrath has reached the sky. Do we just cry cowardly?

Can you still clench your fists? Can you still take up arms? Under the blessing of the Lord, are you willing to follow me and fight together!

Hearing the tsunami-like response from the refugees, Moritz stood on the top of the city and shivered.

He wasn't the only one trembling.

Cerdan quietly left the city and came to the north of Parrot City, where a group of refugees, numbering about 10,000, seemed to be intent on drawing a clear line with Wilkins.

Che Erdan entered a shack. There were more than a dozen people in the shack warming themselves by a fire. The fire was burning brightly, but those few people were shaking very badly.

They were believers of the ancient gods. They were forced to flee into the ranks of refugees under the siege of God's Punishers. With their unique abilities, they formed a team and became the leaders of the refugees. They thought they could accomplish something. They even fantasized about building an army, but since Wilkins appeared, they have become the people in the worst situation.

Che Erdan mingled among the refugees for a few days before becoming one of them. Among this group of people, there was only one believer of Adonis, the god of plants, who had reached the third level. Che Erdan was also at the third level, so among them It has a high status among them.

Cerdan sat next to the fire, breathed into the palm of his hand, and whispered: Have you heard? Wilkins is going to take action.

Just heard about it, one man replied, I think it's tomorrow night.

What should we do? asked another man, If they break down the city gate, should we follow them into the city?

Are you crazy? Wilkins is a divine messenger, there is no way he will let us go!

What can we do? When the city gate is breached, these refugees will abandon us and follow them into the city. Without this group of refugees, Wilkins will attack us!

Everyone was quarreling endlessly. The third-level believer Yuesufu looked at Che Erdan and said, Do you have any good ideas?

Che Erdan remained silent, and Yosuf took him aside and whispered: They are all idiots, but I know you are a smart man, show us a way out.

Che Erdan looked around to see that no one was eavesdropping, and whispered: Are all your people devout believers of the ancient gods?

There are a few who are not very religious. If you are worried that they will do bad things, I will find a way to kill them.

Cerdan nodded and lowered his voice again: Have you heard of Count Krechi Monchik?

I've heard of him, Wilkins's archenemy.

He is our way out, our only way out.

You want us to go to Qixing Mountain? Yuosufu hesitated for a moment and said, But I heard that the place is about to be captured by the God Punishers.

We have ten thousand people. We can fight. As long as we help him defeat the God Punisher, he will definitely take us in.