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

　　 "Okay, don't provoke me irritated here, get out of here!" His chief waved impatiently.

　　 For the serfs, it is a terrible thing for a strange team to take charge of themselves. They don't know how these people will treat themselves or what they will face in the future.

The team officer headed by 　　 looked at these cowering civilians and couldn't help but frown. The current speed of travel is really too slow. If you follow this speed, it will take at least three months to reach Mecalon City.

　　 This speed is too slow. How much rations will be consumed for a full three months.

　　 These 150,000 people spent more than three months traveling northward under the orders of Count Redmara. Although the rations of these serfs were self-provided, the organization ability was amazing enough.

　　Although the serfs themselves had food rations, they were actually just a little bit of food left by the lords to prevent them from starving to death after cultivating farmland for the lords for a year.

　　 Three months of walking, and I can’t go to the wild to dig wild vegetables and some other food to satisfy my hunger in my free time. The food consumption is extremely fast.

　　 After these serfs entered the northern border, the remaining rations were not much, and they couldn't continue to support such an intense march.

　　 So, the two wing captains ordered the team to stop advancing temporarily, stationed in the same place and reported to His Majesty the Grand Duke and asked how to deal with it.

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

　　 Forty thousand people are an extremely large number. There are crowds within three kilometers of each other. These serfs are leaning on each other in shabby clothes and gather together to use their body temperature to keep warm.

　　 When the serfs left their hometown to go to the north, they brought all their clothes to keep out the cold, but even so, many people were still frozen to death in the freezing wind of the north.

　　 After all, the current temperature is approaching zero degrees, and it will still hover below zero at night.

　　 After receiving the news of the lack of food and warm clothing ahead, Rainer reacted immediately.

　　 He immediately allocated a large number of grains from his dozens of huge warehouses and ordered them to be transported to the junction of the south and the imperial capital for consumption by the residents of the north.

　　 For Leiner, some grains are nothing more. Even if the vinegar brewing workshop is fully fired, the brewery in the territory constantly buys aging grains from the warehouse, and it is impossible to digest the grains other than the stored grains.

To feed their future leaders with food, Reiner thinks this is a very cost-effective business. Anyway, they will have to pay taxes for themselves in the future. Sooner or later, the food will be returned to their own hands. It will also allow these residents to treat themselves. Why not be grateful for Dade.

　　Although the first batch of people sent was only 40,000, this number is no longer small, and the food needed will be more than what Leiner led the army to need in the past.

　　 So, Rainer drew a full four hundred heavy-duty horses, that is, the Sharma produced in the intermediate racecourse as a cart for livestock, and waited for four hundred carts full of grain to go south.

　　 Standing on the rooftop of Makalong City, Rainer looked at the far away team, feeling extremely comfortable.

　　 There are 40,000 people! Forty thousand people fell into his hands in this way, and he had imagined the grand occasion when the remaining 110,000 people were delivered to his hands, which made him tremble with excitement.

　　Frant walked up the stairs to the top of the roof in a cotton-padded jacket, and looked at Leiner’s back and said, "Does it hurt? Isn't this little grain of food hurting you?"

　　Rainer smiled back and said: "How is it possible? These foods are nothing to me. I am looking forward to the arrival of more people! If the population in the north can be as dense as you in the south, it would be great!"

　　 "In that case, there will be at least two million people in the North, and I don't need to wait at all. I can be officially crowned as the Emperor of the Empire before spring!"

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

　　Rainer did not answer when he heard Frant's words. If his vassals were fighting, they could indeed win the throne within a year or two.

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

　　 Originally, he only planned to expand the four coalitions by 1,200 people, but after seeing the vassal army so eroded, he still felt that the power in his own hands was more reliable.

　　 The eight wing of the expansion army has 2,400 people, which is the same number as the current infantry wing. This is his expansion plan.

　　 He must maintain sufficient direct military power. First, he suppresses the deterrent lords who dare not double-heartedly defy his orders, and then he must ensure that he has a sufficient number of teams capable of fighting well in the future.

After the army expansion plan is over, Reiner will have a direct professional army with a number of 7,000, and he is strictly ordering his lord to reorganize the army. By then, he will be able to fight with more than 20,000 troops. .

　　 With such a large number of professional soldiers, coupled with the strong individual combat capability of the Northern Army, the throne is not at your fingertips.

　　Rainer couldn't help but feel excited about this, as if seeing him beating Fang Qiu after he became the emperor in the future.

　　 Ending the fantasy, getting in the mood, Rainer smiled at Frant, and said: "Let's go, it's too cold on the rooftop, and the day when you become a queen is not far away!"

　　Mekalong City has gradually become prosperous~lightnovelpub.net~ Many drunken consumption places have also been built by profit-seeking businessmen, and even Reiner has set up a good place for wealthy businessmen to have fun.

Although it is still completely incomparable with the Imperial Palace of Willens, Reiner believes that under the good business development environment of the North, there will be more and more wealthy businessmen seeking joy, and Mekalong City will become like this sooner or later. A prosperous mega city like the imperial capital.

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

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

　　 "Does the Great Duke of the Northern Territory like to eat people?" Such nonsense is very popular among the old farmers. They really can't imagine why people like themselves who were regarded as cumbersome by their former masters would be sent to the Northern Territory.

Just when these serfs were shaking, a captain in full body armor walked up to them, and after patrolling back and forth, he shouted: "You people, don't think too much! Don't worry too much. ! Stay where you are and wait! Your Majesty the Grand Duke will deliver food soon!"

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