Medieval Empire Soldier

   Chapter 53 Fifty-three Great Harvest!

  In the wilderness, the surface of the branches, leaves, roots and stems of winter grass is covered with a thick layer of frost, the temperature drops suddenly, and the exhalation becomes fog.

  The Earl of Delavan experienced the first winter snow three days ago.

After    walked out of the forest, everyone saw from a distance a wooden earldom sign at the crossroads.

   means the time has come for the army to disband.

"Layren, it won't be long before the entire empire knows that Midden has led a new Sigmar's Chosen." White Wolf Knight Krill Anluo smiled heartily and reined in the reins, ending the war for a period of time. , he was quite uninhibited: "Have a good rest in your territory! When my eldest brother comes back from Kronborg, I will give him more rewards for you, at least give you more food and equipment!"

   "Okay, thank you very much, Your Excellency Krill." The kingdom knight gave a sincere smile, his thick cloak fluttering in the wind.

  The two nobles of the An Luoxian family, both Earl Leif and Kriel, the knight of the white wolf, have provided great help to Laelen in building the territory.

   After more than half a month of war, the army has long been exhausted and it is time to take a good rest.

   "Your Excellency Lallen, when I have time, I will definitely come to visit you in Oak Village! When that time comes, don't turn me away!" In the ranks of the White Wolf Knights, Buck Knight Milton Thane shook hands with Lallen to say goodbye.

   This knight of the Sain family chose to follow Krill and go to the town of Bray together.

   His eyes were full of hope, and he felt honored to fight alongside the Chosen One.

"Of course no problem, my longhouse hall will always prepare beer and barbecue, you are welcome to come." The Kingdom Knight said with a smile: "When you come, don't forget to say hello in advance, maybe I will be at the logging yard. Cut down trees here, so as not to waste your time."

"Hahaha"

   A group of knights laughed, the Chosen One was quite funny.

  The corner of the mouth of Ranger Albert, who was following Lallen's side, was raised, his mustache was raised, and the scene of his lord working in the lumbering field was vivid in his mind.

   After saying goodbye to everyone, the knights of the kingdom turned their horses and set foot on the dirt road at the other end of the intersection.

  The gravel paving the roadbed was exposed because of the wind and sun all the year round. Sitting on the horseback, you could clearly feel the bumpy feeling.

   The familiar territory is getting closer and closer.

   After getting along for a few days, the humans and wood elves in Oak Village are not as tense as they were at the beginning. At least the human soldiers are no longer afraid of touching the pointed ears.

   In contrast, the relationship between mountain dwarves and humans is obviously much better than that of wood elves.

   A gust of cold wind blew through, and Katarina stretched out her hand to wrap the dark green cloak tightly, trying to hide herself under the cloak as much as possible.

   Only showing amber eyes to observe the surrounding snowy wilderness, the clear female voice complained: "I hate leaving the forest in winter."

  The wood elf is dressed in autumn. She only wears a slim leather coat and green leaf scales. The Laurent Loren Forest has a special magic net, and the temperature difference between day and night is not large. Even in winter, the temperature in the forest is very pleasant.

   Suddenly spent the winter in the cold north of the empire, and the wood elves’ cold-resistant bodies couldn’t bear it.

  Lyren couldn't help laughing. He rarely saw Katarina in embarrassment. He took off his cloak and handed it to Katarina: "We'll be at Oak Village soon, please bear with me."

   Katarina didn't take the cape, she deliberately looked away, and said in a cold and arrogant tone: "Eisley doesn't need human mercy."

   "Really." Laylen didn't take back the cloak, and said in a playful tone: "'Noble Esley' chose the former between dignity and freezing to death. I admire your pride."

   "I don't need this cloak either, just throw it away."

  Lairen made a gesture to throw the cloak out of his hand, but the wood elf cut his beard in mid-air, who quickly fastened the cloak, still stubbornly looking away.

   After all, she was worn all the way by the knights of the kingdom, and through the leather coat, Katarina felt the warmth of the cloak lining.

   A few hours later, the lord's longhouse, the hall on the second floor.

  Laylen, who just returned to Oak Village, took a comfortable hot bath under the service of the maid.

   At this time, the kingdom knight was only wrapped in a thin gray robe, steaming from his body.

   At the neckline, the sturdy chest muscles exposed to the air, with sharp edges and corners, the wet black long hair has not yet dried, and is casually scattered and hangs down to the shoulders.

Lying on the sofa, stepping on the bearskin rug with bare feet, I felt the soles of my feet were fluffy and comfortable. The two fireplaces were burning brightly, constantly supplying heat to the hall. The maid added a few more braziers to the corners of the hall to further increase the temperature and reduce the cold. isolated.

  Lyren felt a faint heat, picked up the tin wine glass on the wooden table, and took a sip.

   In the throat, the sweet wine just taken out from the cellar has a hint of coldness, which dispels the dryness and heat, and feels comfortable all over.

  Lairen clicked on the system panel and called out the details of the territory

  【Oak Village】

  【Lord: Lallen】

  【Category: Human Village】

  [Resources: 763 gold coins, 60 stone, 170 wood, 265 grain\Monthly output: 51 gold coins, 5 stone, 50 wood]

  【Population: 479 Humans, 18 Dwarves, 33 Wood Elves】

  [Order: +38 (to be stable)]

  【Development: +40】

  【Built: Lord Longhouse (Level 1), Farmland (Level 1), Lumberyard (Level 1), Waterwheel (Level 1), Simple Infantry Battalion, Barn (Level 1)】

   [Buildable: Shrine of Sigmar (with blueprints), church, tavern, blacksmith shop (level 1), lord longhouse (level 2)]

  [Army: 31 spear and shield soldiers, 10 crossbow soldiers\Monthly expenditure: 8 gold coins, 25 food]

  【Hero: 4\\5】

   Throw away the apprentice Sigmar Battle Priest Luther Huss in Bray Town. The four existing heroes are:

   Wood Elf Ranger Katarina Allison,

   Dwarf Patriarch Langone Stonehelm,

   Sergeant Gavin Clinton,

   Ranger Albert Tardaron.

  Each hero has different characteristics, increasing the strength of Oak Village from various aspects.

   The number of heroes recruited by Laren has reached the upper limit. Only by expanding the territory and increasing the piety value can recruit more heroes.

  Lyren was very happy when he saw the skyrocketing numbers of population and territory resources.

   Before leaving the station, the total population of Oak Village was less than 200 people. After a war, Laylen not only brought back 227 people, but also a dozen dwarves, enough to solve the problem of insufficient population.

   And most of the people brought back this time are in their young and middle-aged years. The profound impact of these precious and high-quality populations will only take a few months to feel the changes.

   More importantly, the total population has exceeded 300 people, and the system panel prompts Laren to build [Lord Longhouse (Level 2)], unlocking more buildings and better territory gains!

  Oak Village will develop into a giant town in the future, not a dream!

   There were hundreds of gold coins seized from the Norsca stronghold, which greatly eased the problem of money and food that Laren had been having trouble with.

   If you have money in your hand, your waist will be hard! Do what you want!

   Currently, Laren has 31 spear and shield soldiers, 15 crossbowmen and 4 hero units under his command.

When leaving Oak Village, the Kingdom Knights left a team of 10 spear and shield soldiers to guard the village, and only took three teams of 30 soldiers. With good equipment and more than a month of rigorous training, the soldiers who participated in the battle did not suffer many casualties. 13 Soldiers at Berg Outpost added.

   One plus one minus, the number of soldiers in Oak Village increased slightly.

Similarly, Lailun noticed the maintenance fee. A spear and shield soldier is 20 silver per month, and a crossbow soldier is 25 silver per month. Converted into gold coins, the monthly maintenance fee is 1 gold coin for every 5 spear and shield soldiers. 4 crossbowmen, monthly maintenance cost 1 gold coin.

  The current monthly income of Oak Village is 51 gold coins, that is to say, one-fifth of Oak Village's monthly income is used for military expenses.

  Theoretically, if Laylen went to war and was crazy enough to do anything at all costs, he could pull out 180 spearmen and 90 crossbowmen in a few days, or three standard Imperial infantry companies.

   Apparently, he wasn't that crazy.

Recruiting soldiers requires a population, and all the men in the territory are only in their early 200s. If you really want to do that, in case you suffer huge battle losses and lose most of your young labor, the monthly income will drop sharply. this village.

   But there is no need to belittle yourself. In the face of many bulls, ghosts, snakes, and gods, the existing military strength and the strength of Lallen can also defend this small human village.

   Just as the kingdom knights were immersed in the infinitely beautiful fantasy of the future territory and were almost unable to extricate themselves, the sudden footsteps broke Laren's imaginary journey.

   "My lord, do you feel that the temperature in the hall is still appropriate?" Pittman, the affairs officer and the butler of the lord's longhouse, cautiously stepped into the hall, unaware that he had disturbed the lord's beautiful dream.

   "It's Pittman, come and sit down." Lallen sat on the sofa and stretched, suddenly feeling a lot of energy, and waved his hand enthusiastically, motioning him to come over.

The   Officer came to the Kingdom Knights. He abide by the rules and sat in the air. His upright attire brought out a nervous face.

  Lyren saw all this, he smiled lightly, filled a glass of mulled wine for his affairs officer, and asked casually, "Pitman, when was the last time we sat here drinking?"

  Pitman raised his head and thought, and answered the question cautiously, "About twenty days ago."

   "Unconsciously, twenty days have passed. I feel like I was fighting the Norsca people on horseback one second, and the next second sitting here again." Lailen smiled silently.

   "It's been a long time, Pittman."

   "No no no, you are the hardest! Defeat the Norsca warlord and save the lives of so many compatriots"

   Watching the secretary suddenly stand up abnormally and gesture with his hands and feet, Lallen was startled back.

   "I'm sorry, my lord."

The   Officer realized his rudeness, bowed his head, and sincerely apologized.

  Lyren responded with a polite smile and asked, "What's the matter with you?" He wondered to himself if this guy was sick.

   "It's nothing. My lord, it's really nothing. I'm just too excited," the affairs officer said truthfully.

   He was a devout Sigmar, and honesty was a fundamental tenet of his teachings.

The    Kingdom Knight probably guessed the reason for Pittman's abnormality, looked at him flatly, and asked tentatively, "Pittman, do you know my identity?"

   "Huh?" The latter was asked, and under the almost scrutiny eyes, he couldn't lie and nodded quickly.

Sure enough, Lyron never advertised himself as a Sigma Chosen, and Pittman heard a little bit of wind. No wonder Creel said goodbye to him by saying, "The whole empire will know that Midden has brought a new Sigma Chosen. ".

  The Chosen of Sigmar is the mortal incarnation of Sigmar. From the perspective of faith, Laylen’s identity is more deterrent than the Great Pope of the Church of Sigmar, Volkma.

   For ordinary people, it is extremely difficult to meet His Excellency the Pope, but the Pope still exists, and there will always be a chance to meet him.

   And the Sigmar's Chosen, looking at the history of the empire for more than 2,000 years, how many have appeared?

   Thinking of this, and then looking at Pittman who dared not speak, Laylen's mind suddenly became active, and he could use this identity skillfully to win more resources.

   "No matter who said it, from now on, I hope you can keep it a secret." Lallen stood up, and the dazzling spell shrouded him with a solemn expression: "Pitman, do you understand?"

"Uh-huh!"

   The affairs officer stared blankly at the milky white halo, his knees went soft and he fell to the ground, two lines of excited tears welling up in his eyes.

  The devout believers saw real miracles.

  【+5 piety】

   At this moment, Lallen really wanted to put a hand on Pittman's head and say something like "May my lord Sigma be with you".

   After thinking about it, let it go.

  Knights of the Kingdom firmly believe in one sentence: what you can't get is the best.

   If the faith needs are met prematurely, how does the piety value skyrocket?

  Secretary Pittman will remain loyal to Lallen until the end of the world.

   Two days later, at the command of the lord.

  In the open space in front of the old oak tree in the village, a wooden platform has been built.

   Almost the whole village, men, women and children, gathered under the stage. There was a cloudy sky and crowds of people. A solemn ceremony was being held here.

  Laylen was dressed in a knight's uniform, standing on a wooden platform, his long hair was tied behind his forehead, and the neckline of his dark brown coat was embellished with flame patterns, making him look calm and arrogant.

   Under the wooden platform directly opposite the Kingdom Knights, dozens of soldiers lined up neatly, all of them standing tall and energetic.

  The surrounding crowd, hundreds of pairs of extremely envious eyes, are looking here, including their parents, wives and children, and friends.

At one end of the wooden platform, Officer Pittman held a roster and shouted loudly, "Graffitt Dunn! He fought bravely in battle, and killed one Norsca Berserker, three Badhorns, and two Bighorns in total. 12 silver coins will be awarded!"

   In the queue, a soldier with a beard on his face walked quickly onto the wooden platform,

   He was very excited. In the thirty-two years since he was born, it was the first time that he stood in front of hundreds of people.

   Stepping hard, almost on the same arm, Graffitt Dunn walked up to the kingdom knight, he clenched his fists tightly, his fingernails dug into the flesh of his palm, and it was difficult to hide the faint tremor of his body.

   Honestly, his mood at the moment is even more nervous than when facing the Norsca charge.

The   bearded soldier stiffly raised his right hand, and with all his strength, hammered the left chest and saluted the knight of the kingdom.

   The latter returned the military salute and handed him a whole bag of silver coins with his own hands.

  Lyren praised in a deep voice, "You are a good person!"

   "Thank you, sir!" Graffitt Dunn's eyes were complicated.

   He turned his head and saw under the wooden platform, his four-year-old son, and the crystal tears overflowing from his wife's eyes.

  Under the stage, the applause sounded.

   Ask for tickets and subscriptions!

   There will be two shifts tomorrow, the power distribution box is aging, and the electricity will be out for an afternoon.

   (end of this chapter)