Black Iron Crown

After hearing what his officer said, the officer was speechless, and could only stand aggrieved at a distance without saying a word.

"Okay, don't make me angry by sticking around here, get out!" His chief waved impatiently.

For the serfs, it was a terrible thing to be guarded by an unfamiliar team. They didn't know how these people would treat them, and they didn't know what they would face in the future.

Looking at these cowering civilians, the leading team officer couldn't help but frown. The current speed of travel is really too slow. At this speed, it will take at least three months to reach Mecaron City.

This speed is really too slow, how much rations will be consumed in a full three months.

These 150,000 people spent more than three months going north under the command of Earl Redmara. Although these serfs had their own rations, their organizational skills were amazing enough.

Although the serfs themselves had rations, it was actually just a little food left behind by the lords to prevent them from starving to death after plowing the fields for the lords for a year.

After three months of walking around, and not being able to go to the wild to dig wild vegetables and some other food in my spare time to satisfy my hunger, the food consumption rate is extremely fast.

After these serfs entered the northern border, there was not much ration left, and they could not continue to support such an intensive march.

Therefore, the two captains ordered the team to temporarily stop advancing, to report to His Majesty the Grand Duke and ask how to deal with it.

Soon, the serfs who had been away for about a day were stationed in place under the guard of the soldiers.

Forty thousand people was an extremely large number, within a radius of three kilometers there were throngs of people, these serfs dressed in shabby clothes leaned on each other and gathered together to keep warm.

The serfs brought all the clothes they could keep out of the cold when they left their hometown for the northern border, but even so, many people still froze to death in the bitter cold wind of the northern border.

After all, the temperature is now close to zero, and it will hover below zero at night.

After receiving the news that there was a lack of food and warm clothing ahead, Leiner responded decisively.

He immediately allocated a large amount of food from his dozens of huge warehouses and ordered people to transport it to the junction of the south and the imperial capital for the food of the residents in the north.

For Leiner, some grains are nothing. Even if the vinegar-making workshops are fully fired, and the wine-making workshops in the territory keep buying old grains from the warehouses, they cannot digest the grains other than the grain reserves.

Feeding his future citizens with food, Leiner thinks this is a very cost-effective deal. Anyway, they will have to pay taxes for themselves in the future. Thanksgiving, why not do it.

Although the first batch of people sent was only 40,000 people, such a number was not small, and the food needed would be more than that needed by Leiner to lead the army in the past.

So, Leiner mobilized four hundred heavy-duty draft horses, that is, Shire horses produced in intermediate horse farms, as livestock for pulling carts, and walked south with four hundred large carts full of grain.

Standing on the rooftop of Mecaron City,

Looking at the leaving team, Reiner felt extremely comfortable.

A full forty thousand people! Forty thousand people fell into his hands in this way, and he had already imagined the grand occasion when the remaining 110,000 people were handed over to him, which made him tremble with excitement.

Frante walked up the stairs to the top of the rooftop in a cotton-padded coat, looked at Reiner's back and said, "Did you feel distressed? This little food won't make you feel distressed, right?"

Reiner smiled back and said, "How is it possible? This food is nothing to me. I am looking forward to the arrival of more people! It would be great if the population in the north could be as dense as your south!"

"In that case, the Northern Territory will have at least two million people. I don't need to wait at all. I can be officially crowned Emperor of the Empire before spring!"

Frante nodded slightly: "It's almost the same now, you will be able to achieve this goal soon, I believe in you!"

Leiner did not answer after listening to Frante's words. If his vassals were upbeat, they could indeed win the throne within a year or two.

However, Leiner also knew that he could not completely rely on the vassals, so he had already issued an official order to expand the army, and his determination this time was stronger than before.

Originally, he only planned to expand the army to four regiments with 1,200 people, but after seeing how corrupt the armies of the vassals were, he still felt that the power in his hands was more reliable.

Expand the army to eight regiments with 2,400 soldiers, which is the same number as the current infantry regiment. This is his army expansion plan.

He must maintain sufficient direct military strength, first to suppress and deter the lords under his command from disobeying his orders, and then to ensure that he has a sufficient number of troops capable of fighting in the future.

After the military expansion plan is over, Leiner will have a direct professional army with a number of 7,000 people. In addition, he is strictly ordering the lords under his command to reorganize the army. By then, the number of troops he can use to fight can reach more than 20,000. .

With such a large number of professional soldiers, coupled with the strong individual combat capabilities of the Northern Frontier Army, wouldn't the throne be within easy reach.

Thinking about this, Leiner couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion, as if he saw how he would scold Fang Qiu after becoming the emperor in the future.

After finishing his fantasies and clearing up his mood, Reiner smiled at Farrant and said, "Let's go, it's too cold on the roof, and your day to become queen is not far away!"

The city of Mecaron has gradually become prosperous, and many luxurious and luxurious places of consumption have been built by profit-seeking businessmen. Even Reiner himself has opened a good place for wealthy businessmen to have fun.

Although it is still completely incomparable with the imperial capital, the Willens Palace, Reiner believes that under the good business development environment in the northern border, more and more wealthy businessmen will seek happiness, and sooner or later, Mecaron City will become such a A bustling giant city like the imperial capital.

For the time being, the prosperity of Mecaron City has nothing to do with the serfs at the junction of the north and the south. They are huddling together to keep each other warm. The cold wind in the north makes their hearts even more desolate, and they are also full of pessimism about their future. .

Running all the way made them very tired, but now that they stopped, it also filled their hearts with despair. They didn't know what was waiting for them in front of them.

"Could it be that the Duke of the North likes to eat people?" Such nonsense has a lot of market among the native peasants. They really can't imagine why a person like himself, who was regarded as a burden by his former master, would be sent to the North.

Just when these serfs were trembling, a captain in full-body iron armor walked up to them, inspected back and forth, and shouted loudly: "You people, don't think too much! Don't worry too much!" ! Stay where you are and wait! His Majesty the Grand Duke will send food soon!"

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