You were made to farm, and now you're the emperor of an empire?

Chapter 200 Grass Team

Chapter 200 Grass Team
Just as Roman was carrying out various production tasks in full swing.

The merchants brought new news.

"The Oak family's heirlooms have been stolen, supposedly by a witch."

Roman was stunned when he heard the news.

Lost in thought.

Unable to ponder.

How did that thing get lost?

Raging Tide is the strongest, followed by Oak, and Cracked Armor is the weakest.

The three dukes each kept a divine artifact, regarding it as a family heirloom.

The three artifacts came from the Conqueror.

The Black Iron Grand Dukes' confidence in confronting the Papacy stemmed from their respective family lineages.

No one dared to confront the Black Iron Grand Duke who held the reins of the family's legacy.

It got lost?
It's like someone stole a country's nuclear weapons and then dragged witches into it.

Roman found it quite funny, but soon fell into deep thought.

"If it's true... then it's a very serious problem."

The Duke of Oak was a border-guarding duke who rarely associated with other nobles and was indifferent to other dukes. His family style was somewhat like that of Guan Yu.

Simply put, the relationship is very distant, there are few arranged marriages, and they are rather aloof.

He didn't have the title of the most powerful duke on his forehead like Raging Tide, nor did he have the illustrious status of Cracked Armor. He was relatively low-key, so Roman didn't know much about the Oak family.

According to the Conqueror's Order, the three Grand Dukes gather together and offer their respective family heirlooms; this is the time to change the fate of humanity.

But without a family lineage, can the Archduke of Oak still be considered the Duke of Black Iron?
Of course it counts!
Roman inexplicably felt that something was amiss.

He recalled the night Ulster was assassinated; the family legacy must not have been in his hands, otherwise Ulster wouldn't have met his end.

Did Gale inherit it?

Roman's rationality led him to believe that Gale must have inherited it.

But emotionally, I felt that Gail probably didn't inherit the family legacy.

This guess came entirely from his intuition.

It doesn't make sense that Ulster just handed over the family business to Gale, and then he was assassinated. It feels very strange.

The incident involving the Moya family should have alerted him, and making arrangements for his future is of paramount importance. This is also why Roman cannot understand why Ulster died; after all, he was a Duke of the Black Iron.

"If Gale really doesn't inherit..."

"That means... two of the three Grand Ministers... have lost their family lineage."

It's very serious.

But Roman viewed these things with amusement.

These events followed one after another, indicating a dramatic shift in the upper echelons of power.

However, his position is too low now, and he is out of touch with the news, so he is unable to piece together the whole story.

“But these things are connected!” Roman thought to himself.

"Shasta once made a slip of the tongue, saying that the witch's situation would soon change, but now she has been met with hostility from the Dark Iron Duke. This is certainly not the result the witch wanted."

However, the Archduke of Oak, who had lost his family's legacy, remained quite calm.

This matter caused quite a stir, but the Duke of Oak calmly posted a bounty and then did nothing else.

He did not respond to the actions of Fury Tide and Armor Rift in maintaining the order of the Conquerors, at most offering his support.

The reason was that he was also maintaining the order of the conquerors—the Oak family's legions could not withdraw from the Baal Mountains, but had to guard the Underworld Sea.

Just as the Grand Duke of Rage Tide had to confront the Holy See and Sinnoh, this was also the order established by the Conquerors.

"never mind."

……

Another five days passed.

It was late in the middle of summer.

The spring wheat planted this year is ready for harvest.

The yield of this round of spring wheat was very low, which made Roman frown.

With only 5,000 mu of spring wheat, and because it was relatively sparse, harvesting it was quite easy.

The output is approximately 600,000 jin.

That is, the yield per mu is only about 100 jin.

But he planted 20 jin of wheat seeds.

As I said before, just do it a few more times.

If you don't plant, these lands will never improve.

take it easy.

These 5,000 acres of land have been replanted with various crops.

During this period, Roman, Jimmy, and others finally registered the five or six thousand new residents.

Start massing troops!
……

There are now about 1,300 veterans.

That means we need to add 1,700 new recruits. After the initial adjustment period and hearing about the benefits of being a soldier, these people generally had no resistance.

We need to expand our heavy infantry, and we also need to expand our archer troop numbers.

After these rounds of battles, Roman finally understood the value of archers.

In this era, remote suppression is truly too brutal and too unsolvable.

The impact on the enemy's morale was also extremely severe.

If it weren't for the fact that the Conqueror Knights are the bane of archers, Roman would have wanted to convert all his infantry battalions into archer units...

It is not impossible.

Professional archers are very difficult to train.

However, amateur archers are very easy to train.

I squeeze out half an hour every day to shoot thirty arrows in turn to keep my skills sharp. It's always good to have more skills.

But the result of massing troops was that logistics were completely hopeless.

During wartime, they were served by military servants, a logistics team specially selected by Roman.

In the last bloody battle against the noble coalition, Roman had to spare two thousand peasants to serve as laborers, responsible for transporting supplies, taking care of wounded soldiers, and other miscellaneous tasks.

At that time, the development of the entire town of Sige was at a standstill.

Of course, this only lasted for five or six days, and production quickly resumed.

During wartime, there are people to serve you, but in peacetime, there is no one to serve you.

The cooking squad, the medical team, the maintenance and repair of weapons, and even washing clothes were all troublesome tasks.

So the only option is to slow down the training intensity?

fart!

The military is a place where efficiency is paramount.

Roman assembled a cooking team and personally taught them how to cook. There were 200 people in total.

After a while, he started mass-producing soap.

Each meal took ten minutes, and each shower and laundry took twenty minutes—because the bathhouse needed cleaning staff, Roman didn't use that kind of covering.

The soldiers were allowed to bathe and wash their clothes directly in the river.

A group of grown men, completely naked, bathed every day, regardless of winter or summer, and washed their clothes as well, each time making the winding river murky.

Anyone who goes overtime will be punished.

They squeezed out time during training to maintain their respective weapons.

For example, after the archers finished shooting, they would run three kilometers lightly every day, and while running, they would also apply oil and wax to the bow.

The spearman also had to wipe the spear shaft and tip with oil-soaked linen to familiarize himself with the weight and balance.

During formation training, everyone held their spears level and marched in unison at a brisk pace.

Anyone who disrupts the formation or loses their grip on the spear will be met with Jet's sword whip.

High welfare benefits lead to high exploitation!

But after a while, you get used to it.

Ultimately, humans are highly adaptable creatures.

Veteran soldiers lead new recruits in training, and although there are some differences in the number of recruits, it is roughly one-to-one.

With veterans as role models and guiding them step by step, the new recruits managed to persevere.

First, get used to the atmosphere and fast pace of military camp.

Break-in, break-in, and more break-in!

It's like three thousand stiff, rusty gears piled up. As long as they run for a long time, they will slowly secrete lubricant and eventually adapt to each other's shapes.

They fit together perfectly; neither can live without the other.

That's not far-fetched at all; otherwise, how could they say that the environment shapes a person?

But now, the whole training process feels like a makeshift team cobbled together haphazardly.

The training process was not standardized.

The reward and punishment system is not rigorous.

The team leaders were in the exploratory stage.

The veteran, exhausted, led the completely clueless recruits in training.

Meanwhile, the recruits' ears were filled with dizzying urgings.

hasty

confusion,

I don't know who I am.

I don't know what I'm doing.