Give Me the Name of God

Manda called Chuitt, and Chuitt took out another document. The content was exactly the same as the previous one, except that the document was written in Shelty's handwriting and had Shelty's seal underneath.

Shelty looked at the document and pretended to be calm: "It's a clumsy forgery, full of loopholes. You have never seen my real document!"

"Really?" Manda opened a letter, "This is the letter you wrote to Marquis Hermon. Compare it yourself. Can you really see the flaws?"

Shelty knew very well that the other party's forged documents were almost perfect, but at this time, Manda must not let Manda see his inner panic.

"This clumsy document will not be of any use. It is impossible for me to hand over political and military affairs to my enemies. It is impossible for me to make such a stupid decision. You cannot deceive my ministers, let alone me." family!"

Manda smiled and said: "If your general returns to Saraswati City with me, your ministers and family members will not doubt me."

Shelty almost forgot one thing. His general had surrendered to Manda. If Brayton personally took Manda back to the City of Sound, at least he would not arouse suspicion in a short period of time.

Shelty remained calm, with a contemptuous smile still on his face: "In less than three days, your flaws will be exposed, and you will be cut into pieces in the City of Wonderful Sound."

"It doesn't take three days, I only need one day," Manda smiled even more heartily, "On the first day after arriving in Wonderful Sound City, I will gather your family and ministers for dinner, and then kill them all. , bury their bodies in your garden and make sure no news of them leaks out.”

Shelty's smile disappeared and his body shook.

Manda's tone was very calm, but Shelty could hear the heinous viciousness.

Does he really dare to do this?

Shelty kept staring at Manda, and Manda also looked at Shelty calmly.

Manda placed the document in front of Shertai: "Why bother? Why let such a tragedy happen? I just want to do something for you legitimately. I just need to copy this document once. You are still the Grand Duke, your Family or nobles, you are all still alive in this world, isn’t this result perfect?”

Shelty roared: "Call Al here. Did he ask you to do this?" Let him say it with his own mouth in front of me. I want to see if he has the courage! "

Manda said: "Marquis Almen is old and doesn't like to go out very much. If you really want to see him, I can call him here, but you know, he won't be of any help to you if he comes. "

Looking at Manda's smile, Shelty finally understood one thing.

Monchik is not under Almen's control. On the contrary, Almen has become a puppet in his hands.

After a long silence, Shelty lowered his head and said, "The seal is in my military camp."

Manda slapped his forehead: "I almost forgot about this. Your soldiers are still in Gray Fish Town. Please write another letter and ask them to come with me to Qixing Mountain as a guest."

Manda asked someone to bring a pen and paper: "Of course, I don't like to force others. If they refuse to leave, I can also let them stay in Gray Fish Town forever."

At noon that day, Shelty issued an order for all soldiers to lay down their weapons and garrison Qixing Mountain.

The so-called "stationing" is just putting it mildly.

The soldiers did not see the Archduke all night. Some people knew that the Archduke led two hundred people to chase Krejci Monchik, but he has not come back yet, which proves that he most likely failed to catch up.

As for whether the Grand Duke is dead or alive, they are not very concerned about it, and they are not very resistant to surrender.

What they need most now is food. The war horses will soon be eaten up, and they will starve again.

Under Breton's call, the surrender went very smoothly. Manda settled this group of soldiers on the left star mountain and asked them to build the city wall.

Seeing this group of excellent warriors, the poet felt that this was a waste.

Manda doesn't think so. These people need to hone themselves for a period of time before they can go to the battlefield, otherwise they will not have a sense of belonging to the southwest.

As for Grand Duke Shelty, he had always wanted to see Almeng, and it happened that Almeng was also at Qixing Mountain, which allowed the two of them to reminisce about old times.

Manda took the documents written by Grand Duke Shelty and a group of cronies, and embarked on the journey to the south.

On the way, Chuitt asked something: "Sir, why don't you just kill Shelty? His arrogance is really disgusting."

Manda sighed and said: "I also want to kill him, but this person is still useful."

"I can imitate all his paperwork and no one can see any flaws."

Manda shook his head and said: "Some problems cannot be solved with paperwork alone. He must come forward in person. After all, he is still a Grand Duke."

The Leo woman looked disdainful: "Is the identity of a Grand Duke so important?"

"Identity is a part of strength, a very important part," Manda took a deep breath, "I am just a count now, and many things have reached their upper limit, making me suffocated."

The villages and towns along the way have regained their vitality, and the residents have moved back. Although the evacuation was timely, some losses were inevitable. Shelty's army destroyed many houses, and many crops that had not yet headed in the fields were also destroyed.

Manda has already issued an order that if the houses are damaged, the lords of each village and town will contribute half of the money to repair them. If the crops are damaged, the lords will replenish half of the food. If the rest of the supplies are damaged, the residents will bear the responsibility.

When we got near Parrot City, the situation became a little more serious.

Civilians in some villages were unable to evacuate in time, and Shelty's army robbed all their property. Many civilians died at the hands of the enemy because of their resistance.

The civilians whose food was robbed will receive compensation and assistance from the lords, who will help them repair their houses and replant crops. Each household will be given thirty silver coins to ensure that they can survive the year.

All residents who died due to resistance, including fishermen who had previously refused to provide fishing boats to Tong Kede, would receive five gold coins as compensation for their families as long as they died fighting against the enemy.

Breton was very puzzled by this: "In war, it is the obligation of the people to sacrifice everything for the lord. Why should we pay compensation?"

"Are you willing to sacrifice everything for the lord?" Manda asked.

"I once sacrificed..." Brayton replied awkwardly.

"Is the Grand Duke's son willing to sacrifice everything for his father?"

"If he knew about it, I think he might, might..."

"Is the Grand Duke willing to sacrifice everything for the king?"

Brayton stopped talking.

"It's best to leave things like sacrifice to others, right?" Manda sneered, "Everything has value. Putting aside value and talking about sacrifice is Che Gildan's business."

Brayton asked in surprise: "Who is Che Gildan?"

Manda smiled and said: "Che Jildan is a fool who thinks he is a fool. He thinks he has the unique wisdom of big people. Sometimes I will borrow a sentence or two from his words, but if someone uses him If you keep talking to me, I will see you once and beat you once."

After walking out of the brittle rock canyon, Manda and his party took the lead in arriving at Qingyan City, which is the industrial core in the south. The city owner, Count Di Laro, saw the banner of General Breton and personally led his troops out of the city to greet them.

Unexpectedly, Brayton was not the guest of honor, but the guest of honor was Krejci Monchik.

He became the Grand Administrative Officer under the Grand Duke, and could exercise power on the Grand Duke's behalf during the Grand Duke's absence.

How could this happen? Isn't Krejci Monchik an enemy of the Archduke?

Before Di Laro could figure out the reason, he noticed that the face of the Grand Administrative Officer became more and more gloomy.

Ever since she entered Qingyan City, Manda had been sullen, as if she was dissatisfied with everything.

"Why are all the kilns in the city out of flames?" Manda asked Di Laro as a chief political officer.

Di Laro was stunned and quickly explained: "Our source of ore has been interrupted."

The southwest no longer supplies iron ore, and the kilns in Qingyan City have been out of service for a long time.

"What kind of reason is this!" Manda shouted, making Di Laro tremble in fright.

Why is this not a reason? There is no way to smelt iron without ore. Isn’t this a good enough reason?

DiLaro didn't dare to argue, but Manda's expression became even more ferocious.

"Count Di Laro, it seems that you are not suitable to continue to be the city lord!"