Give Me the Name of God

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The southwest region is very large, larger than the true south and southeast. According to the area, it occupies almost a quarter of the entire Roma country.

But there are only four cities in the southwest, Blackwater City, Parrot City, Bluestone City, and Turbulence City.

Luanliu City is the largest city in the southwest and the most prosperous city, because there are more than a dozen rivers, large and small, which provide abundant water sources for Luanliu City.

The availability of water means that there is food. Coupled with the warm climate in the southwest, Luanliu City produces more than half of the food every year in the southwest.

Having food means there is a population. Some people say that the population of Luanliu City exceeds 100,000, while the population of Wangdu is only around 200,000.

Qixing Mountain has a population of 70,000. Most of these people come from young men recruited from the Quartet. This gives Manda an army of 18,000.

The population structure of Ranliu City is relatively balanced. The number of young men will not exceed 30,000, and the army that can be recruited will not exceed 10,000. If you fight hard, it is not impossible, but after the fight?

Zhen and Ranliu City were fighting, Manda had to be prepared to lose at least half of his soldiers, and he might not be able to defeat them.

The lord of the turbulence city is a well-known good gentleman, and he is very friendly with everyone. When Howett was alive, he got along very well with the archbishop. After Buckn took office, he got along well with the new archbishop.

He has a deep friendship with the Minister of State and the General Longgerson. Manda has only stayed in the capital for less than a year and has received gifts from the Marquis of Sailing three times.

He is friends with everyone, including the two great princes in the south. I really want to fight him. The Marquis of Sailing raised his arms. I don't know how many reinforcements he can call. It is really not a wise choice to fight against such opponents. .

But if you leave him alone, it will inevitably become a huge obstacle to controlling the Southwest, because he and Manda have completely opposite values.

What Manda wants is to concentrate, and what Sailin hopes is harmony and wealth. Manda wants to unite the southwest with a **** fist. Sailin will use golden wheat ears to turn the southwest back into a disc of loose sand, because a disc of loose sand is the most peaceful. , No one will trouble anyone.

"Let Wilkins deal with him," the poet suggested. "After Wilkins's loss, he will naturally join hands with us."

"He may not suffer a loss, Wilkins can't beat him, and my army will eventually be lost," Manda rubbed his eyebrows, "Wait a few days, I will visit him."

During the troubled times, food is the most precious asset. Standing on the hillside, overlooking the vast farmland, Manda sincerely praised Paviu: “With more than 30,000 farmers, 18,000 soldiers and two Thousands of craftsmen, you are amazing, I should give you a first-class feat."

"This is not my credit alone," Paviu said humbly. "Thanks to the help of the poet, this year's harvest was achieved."

The poet built a canal to lead the river of Xianxing Mountain to the plain, and built a dozen ponds around the canal to ensure the irrigation of farmland.

A large amount of silt washed down from the river covered the sand and gravel at the foot of the mountain, and soon these places will become new farmland.

"If you can give me more population, I can guarantee that Qixing Mountain has unfinished food." Paviu said inadvertently, causing the smile on Manda's face to disappear.

Population, population, and population again, Manda's good mood was instantly destroyed.

He turned his face and looked at Paviu and said, "Have you had a baby?"

Paviu blushed and said: "Not yet, I missed the last draft."

"You don't even have a child, whatever population I want!" Manda went away angrily, Paviu stayed in the cold wind, carefully wiping a cold sweat.

It seemed that he had promised to give him a first-class feat just now, but I don't know if it counts.

Cheerdan, dressed as a refugee, squatted under Parrot City. He was fighting for the population of Qixing Mountain.

Jenkins was standing among the refugees, giving an impassioned speech. Although he had never met Buckn, it was as if he had received his true biography, and every word fell in the hearts of the refugees.

"We are sweating in the fields and eating bread with sawdust,

The nobles fought and burned up our year's harvest!

They ate meat and drank wine, but shamelessly took away our last bit of food.

We have no other extravagances, we just want to live, but when we stretched out our skinny hands and wanted to beg for a little charity, they closed the door mercilessly!

Are we still begging? Did we watch our wives and children starve to death? We are the Lord's children, and the Lord's anger has burned to the sky, can we only cry cowardly?

Can you still make a fist? Can you still pick up a weapon? Under the Lord's blessing, are you willing to follow me and fight together! "

Moritz, standing on the head of the city, shivered when he heard the tsunami-like response from Liuminshan.

He wasn't the only one shaking.

Cherdan quietly left the city and came to the north of Parrot City. There was also a group of refugees gathered here, the number was about 10,000, and it seemed that he wanted to draw a line with Wilkins.

Cheerdan entered a shack. There were a dozen people in the shack warming the fire. The fire was very strong, but the few people were shaking very badly.

They are believers of the ancient gods. They were forced to flee into the refugees under the besieger of the gods. With their unique abilities, they formed a team and became the leaders of the refugees. They thought they could do something. Even fantasizing about building an army, but since Wilkins appeared, they have become the worst people.

After spending a few days in the refugees’ ranks, Cheerdan became one of them. Among these people, only one follower of Adonis, the **** of plants, reached the third rank, and Cheerdan was also the third rank, so in their Among them has a very high status.

Cheerdan sat down by the fire, sighed into the palm of his hand, and whispered: "Have you heard? Wilkins is about to do it."

"I just heard," a man replied, "it seems to be tomorrow night."

"What should we do?" Another man said, "If they break the gate, shall we go into the city together?"

"Are you crazy? Wilkins is a divine messenger, he will never let us go!"

"What can we do? When the city gate is breached, this group of refugees will abandon us and follow them into the city. Without this group of refugees, Wilkins will still attack us!"

Everyone quarreled endlessly. Tier 3 believer Yue Sufu looked at Cheer Dan and said, "Do you have any good ideas?"

Cheerdan was silent, and Yue Sufu took him aside and whispered: "They are all stupid, but I know you are a smart person~www.wuxiamtl.com~ show us a way out."

Cheerdan looked around, no one was overhearing, and he whispered, "Are your people all devout believers of the ancient gods?"

"There are a few who are not very religious. If you are worried that they will do something bad, I will find a way to get rid of them."

Cherdan nodded and lowered his voice again: "Have you heard of Count Craig Monchick?"

"I heard that Wilkins's rival."

"He is our way out, the only way out."

"Do you want us to go to Qixing Mountain?" Yue Sufu hesitated for a moment, "but I heard that it was about to be captured by God's Punisher."

"We have ten thousand people and we can fight. As long as we help him defeat the God's Punisher, he will definitely take us in."

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