Give Me the Name of God

After being away for a whole year, Qixing Mountain has changed a lot. Seven new forts have been put into use, and the old forts have not been wasted and turned into barracks.

The area of ​​farmland is more than ten times that of the past. Thousands of longhouses are neatly arranged around the farmland. Although Manda doesn't know much about agriculture, he can see the newly unearthed seedlings in the field and the gratifying growth. .

A large amount of iron ore was discovered in Left Star Mountain. The poet built sixteen workshops at the foot of the mountain. The grass on Chest Star Mountain was promising. Paweiu built a stable on the hillside and raised more than 3,000 livestock.

No matter the poet or Paweiu, they both deserve to be rewarded, and it is not excessive to give each one a first-class merit.

From an architectural point of view, Qixing Mountain has transformed from a barren land into a huge super village. From an actual productivity point of view, Qixing Mountain has surpassed Tieshan Town.

On the second day after returning to Qixing Mountain, as the owner of this land, Manda performed an important ceremony. According to the tradition of the classical era, he wanted to free some slaves.

The poet and Paweiu set the rules. After layers of screening, the two hundred most outstanding slaves in the past year will become free people under the witness of Manda. They will have free bodies, but there is still a certain gap between them and citizens. , they don’t have their own land and have to work for others to survive.

But this is already a step towards new life. Next, Manda will grant citizenship to the fifty freedmen with the best performance. They will receive land and a longhouse.

The ten citizens with the best performance will receive the status of senior citizens. This is Manda's original creation. In the classical period, it was impossible for civilians to become nobles unless they made military exploits, but Manda gave civilians a chance.

High-ranking commoners are potential nobles. They can own more land, larger houses, and those who perform well can even serve as officials.

In the past, this was just a bad check issued by Manda, and the slaves were doubtful. But when they saw Manda standing in front of the cottage door and calling out everyone's name loudly, they realized what a precious opportunity they had missed.

It doesn't matter if you missed it, the new year has just begun. Manda has increased the rewards. This year, 200 slaves will be freed. Whether they are hard laborers or serfs, they all have a chance.

Of course, if they don't want to go through heavy screening, there is a simpler way. They can choose to take risks in the military camp. If they are selected by the army, they can gain freedom. If they have made enough military exploits, they can even directly become senior citizens.

Standing on the top of Chest Star Mountain, looking at the roads extending in all directions and the endless flow of people, Manda's heart kept churning.

He looked back at the poet and smiled: "Tell me, what kind of reward do you want?"

The poet smiled and said: "This question is really difficult to answer."

"How is your wife?"

The poet smiled bitterly and said: "To be honest, I'm a little tired of it."

"I knew you were just an upright person on the surface!" Manda sneered, "Tell me, how many more do you want?"

The poet shook his head and said: "I don't want a woman."

"You are not reserved at all," Manda looked around and whispered, "How many men do you want?"

"Sir, I do have something to ask for, but I'm afraid this matter will embarrass you," the poet raised his head and said, "I have received a call from the gods and may be promoted. I have a way to advance to the fourth level, but there is no corresponding sacrifice. Taste."

Manda smiled and said, "This is easy to talk about."

The poet bit his lips and said: "I know the sacrifices are valuable, but I have calculated my savings and found that even if I sell all the sacred objects, I will have at most a thousand gold coins, so I want to borrow it from you..."

"Put away your sacred items, don't worry about this kind of thing," Manda patted the poet on the shoulder, "I will pay for this, you deserve it."

Manda spent three thousand gold coins to buy a sacrifice from the old goat, and then Kunta would choose the right time to complete the poet's promotion.

After two days of leisure in Qixing Mountain, Manda took five hundred soldiers to Gray Fish Town.

The drama that needs to be done must be done enough. He is here to suppress bandits, so he has to fight twice no matter what.

He had a secret meeting with Stanley near Grayfish Town. Stanley had long been impatient to wait. There were only four or five towns around, and he had robbed everything he could. When Manda showed up, he was going to fake a fight, and then He was defeated immediately and took his soldiers back to Qixing Mountain for Xiaoyao.

But Manda thought this was too unprofessional. Several lords were beaten to death, and the Marquis was unable to do anything even after he sent out an army. As a result, Manda won the battle when he came back. This was obviously a mockery of the king's IQ and a fierce attack on Al. and disrespect from other lords.

"Let's fight for two months first. We must win or lose each other."

Stanley frowned and said, "Is this necessary? After two months of fighting, you won't be able to see a single corpse. Don't you feel embarrassed?"

"Who said you can't see the corpse? Aren't there a few bandits around here? Just take action on them."

"Is this really useful? No matter how hard we act, Roman Wilkins will be eliminated by you sooner or later, and the king will still ask you to go back."

Manda smiled and said: "Roman Wilkins will not be eliminated, he will only disappear temporarily. If the king calls me back, he will appear again."

After nearly a month of fighting in Gray Fish Town, the two sides conducted several "military exercises". Manda suddenly received a letter from Al Meng, who asked him for help, and the Canglang Kingdom began to attack the city.

"Isn't this old guy acting? Could it be that Canglang Country is really taking action?"

According to the description in the letter, Canglang Kingdom dispatched 20,000 troops to surround Blackwater City, half of which were the God's Punishment Army.

Why did the Canglang Kingdom’s Divine Punishment Army attack Blackwater City?

It must have been an order from the Pope.

The king killed the archbishop, which angered the pope, who retaliated.

In order to take revenge, the God's Punishment Army and the Canglang Kingdom launched a large-scale attack on Blackwater City in order to gain advantage.

There may be more than one neighboring country that has this idea, and the huge Romulu country seems to be under siege.

You can't control other places, but you can't ignore Heishui City. If Heishui City falls, Qixing Mountain will also be in danger.

The game of playing house will continue, but Manda and Stanley can't stay here anymore. They leave the military exercises to the young generals and return to Qixing Mountain overnight to gather their troops.

…

In Blue Bay, the big slave trader Salidin was waiting for the ship to dock. Twenty large ships carrying fifteen thousand slaves were sailing to the port.

"Fifteen thousand slaves, each slave costs almost two gold coins, which adds up to 30,000 gold coins, which is a big business." Marquis McCarty, the lord of Blue Bay, came to the port in person to see a man Meet his old friend.

"My lord, I personally delivered the taxes to the treasurer last night."

McCarty smiled and said: "When have I ever doubted your integrity? I'm just here to remind you that there are wars everywhere in the kingdom. You must protect yourself, especially don't get involved with the God Punisher."

Salidin saluted respectfully: "I devoutly believe in the ancient gods, and the God Punisher is my sworn enemy."

McCarty nodded, seeming to be very satisfied with Salidin's answer: "I bought a new manor, and I happen to have a group of slaves. Can you sell some to me, and I won't be unfair to you in terms of price."

Salidin smiled, knowing that McCarty was testing him.

"How many do you want?"

"Not many, just four hundred people, please give me a price."

"Don't say such disrespectful things. I'll just give it to you. You can choose a strong slave."

McCarty was startled, then smiled and said, "I trust your vision more."

Salidin left four hundred slaves behind and left the Blue Bay with the rest.

A retainer said to McCarty: "Sir, are there really God's Punishment Army among those slaves?"

Salidin picked up the wine glass and took a sip: "I suspect there are at least 10,000 God's Punishment Army among them."

"Then he still dares to let us choose arbitrarily?"

"Because he knows that I won't choose, and he knows that I won't force him to take action. There are more than 10,000 people. If we really fight, Blue Bay will be turned upside down."

Five days later, Salidin brought more than 10,000 people to Bucken, bowed deeply and said: "Archbishop, I have completed my mission."

A slave took off the shackles on his wrists, stepped forward and saluted: "Archbishop, we are here under the order of the Pope. From today on, we will accept your orders."