Black Iron Crown

The weather in Fort Moland in October has turned slightly cooler. The cool wind blows on the ground and turns the trees yellow, and the breath of death fills the sky and the earth.

"Logan, I want your people to monitor the taxes collected by the tax collectors! If anyone dares to overcharge the residents for food, report to me immediately, and I will chop off his head and hang it on the city wall! "

"Obey, Lord Baron, I will definitely keep a close eye on them! Even if it is a grain of wheat, they will not let them charge too much!" Logan showed a suspicious expression on his face, and he always liked such things.

At this time, the soldiers' vacation was over, and some wounded soldiers returned to the army one after another, but the soldiers who were too injured were still in the process of recuperating.

Reflecting on this battle, Leiner felt that he still had many shortcomings, and he was still a long way from being a qualified general on the battlefield.

And Leiner also checked it, and as expected, half of the soldiers who died were caused by injuries and infections. To put it bluntly, there were such casualties because there were not enough medical conditions.

But there is no way, the system does not provide the option to exchange for a doctor alone, thinking that to get a doctor, you must exchange for at least one low-level medical room, which includes two junior doctors, and you will have the option to exchange for a doctor after the medical room is built.

The price of a medical room is 800 merit points, such a big expense is really too big for Reiner, he is now poor and has nothing.

And there are too many things he needs to exchange, first of all, the sugar mill needed after the ice sugar cane matures this winter, and then the construction of the primary barracks, these two are imperative and must be exchanged first, and He only has 60 merit points left now, not even a fraction!

Reiner is a bit devastated, he is indeed not short of money now, but the lack of merit points is almost the same as the lack of money, he can't satisfy what he wants.

Countless steel ingots have been loaded into carts, and it took more than seventy horse-drawn carriages to load them. In fact, the steel ingots in each cart do not seem to be many, but the density of steel ingots is very high. The seemingly small amount of steel ingots has a lot of weight. If there are too many ingots, the axles are in danger of breaking.

Sir Horn was riding on his war horse, and his equipment was carried on the draft horse behind him. His big light red beard swayed slightly in the autumn wind.

Looking at Reiner in front of him, he squeezed a smile on his face: "Please allow me to bid farewell to Baron Reiner! I will report your kindness and affection for the royal relatives to Her Majesty the Queen! Then I will Let's go first!"

"Be careful all the way, dear Sir Horne!" Reiner also smiled all over his face: "Please take me to say hello to Her Majesty the Queen! Be careful all the way!"

"Let's go!" Sir Horne waved his hands and shouted as he knocked his legs against the horse under his crotch.

"Goodbye, respected Baron Rainer!" Before leaving, Feder also turned his gaze to Lennar and nodded, then glanced at the wall of Fort Moreland behind him, then turned his head and left.

"I really don't know what's going on with the royal family! We're having a hard time right now!" Watching the team gradually going away, Sir Corder walked to Reiner's side and said in a low voice.

"It's nothing! We will soon break Earl Zhebo's blockade!"

The soldiers returning to the team were currently practicing. After their three-day vacation, Leiner waved his hand and it was another seven-day vacation. The soldiers who hadn't trained for ten days were a little bit struggling under such high-intensity training.

Listening to the constant shouts and footsteps coming from the open space in the center of the castle, Leiner felt that his conscription plan should start.

The more than 400 militiamen lost nearly half of them on the battlefield, and there were still about 240 people left. He planned to include all of these militiamen into his regular army sequence.

After all, these soldiers have not only been trained for a period of time, but have also entered the frigid forest to sweep up the Klade people, and also participated in the war against Earl Zhebo. In terms of the quality of war, they have even surpassed the regular army of some lords .

Just equip them with good enough armor and equip them with equally good weapons, and a powerful army will be formed in no time.

"Come on!"

"Yes, my lord baron!"

Hearing Leiner's doctor's call, the guard at the door immediately opened the door and saluted Leiner, preparing to carry out Leiner's order.

"Go get me Sir Cord!"

"As you wish, my lord!"

The guard immediately ran to look for Sir Cord.

"What happened, Lord Baron?" Sir Cord, who had just bid farewell to Reiner, came in with a slightly rough dress. It seemed that he might have trotted all the way here.

"Haha, sit down first, my uncle!"

Pointing to the chair in front of the desk, Reiner said with a smile.

"I think our army is insufficient after the previous Battle of Babsburg! Our armed soldiers should be replenished! Otherwise we may not be able to deal with the next conflict!"

"Should the militia be included in the regular army? Wouldn't our cost be too high?"

Sir Codd is obviously very sensitive to this aspect. When Reiner said it, he understood Reiner's intention, but he didn't think it was necessary to do so. If you don't need to spend a lot of money, you can have a strong combat effectiveness.

But Reiner called him here not to ask for his opinion, but that he had already made a decision and hoped that he would implement it.

"But we are still facing the threat of Earl Zhebo. If we don't have enough regular troops, we will not be able to benefit from deterrence. The militiamen are too poorly equipped, and there is still a certain gap between them and the real regular army. If possible, I hope my soldiers They can survive more, rather than relying on numbers to defeat the enemy on the battlefield!"

In the eyes of Sir Cord at this time, Reiner's blue eyes seemed to contain a vast ocean, full of aggressiveness and ambition.

"I hope my army can rely on armor to defeat the enemy! They can easily defeat the enemy relying on their excellent equipment and brutal training, instead of piling up with human lives. The population in our territory is not large. I think it is unbearable. With such a loss, there will be no men in our territory to use a few times, not to mention that we will have to pay more pensions, which may cost more than arming these soldiers!"

"Okay, Lord Baron, I understand, what do you want me to do?" Sir Corder understood what Reiner meant, and asked directly.

Lena smiled when he heard the words, and then said: "I want you to recruit all those militiamen into the army and register them, record all their home addresses and families, and then you will be responsible for the distribution of cultivated land. The quality is also checked by you, and then sent to Sir Leyland for further regular army training!"