Dragon, choose cultural victory to make money

The siege of Dronburg is over.

The total time was 18 hours, which was absolutely amazing efficiency for a siege.

The biggest trouble was how to break the protective shield. After the army entered the city, it did not encounter any effective resistance. There were only some patchwork barricades, which were quickly cleared away.

The siege troops even had zero deaths and only one injury, and that was caused by the person tripping and falling at night because he didn't see the road clearly.

More than 4,000 defenders of Dronburg surrendered and became prisoners. A small number of troops escaped from the other side of the city. Figesin did not pursue them as those people were not important.

As for the hundreds of people who remained in the city to resist, they were all wiped out.

A very satisfactory damage ratio.

What is unsatisfactory is that there were indeed a few people who did not heed Figesin's warning and hid at home.

In order to give people enough time to go home, she even delayed the attack until night.

In fact, for the firepower of the Northern Legion, there is no need for cover of night or anything like that. It is the same to attack during the day or at night.

But I don’t know if it’s out of curiosity or some serious illness, but some people just have to go to the street to watch the excitement.

According to statistics, the civilian casualties in Delon Castle were 15 deaths and 23 injuries.

For a city with nearly 50,000 civilians, this number is quite acceptable, even almost negligible.

And if something happens to them, it will happen. She has never had a good impression of this kind of people. One less person means reducing potential risks to society.

But the problem is that the deaths and injuries of these people caused considerable psychological damage to the Northern warriors who injured them.

Since its establishment, the New Army of the North has always adhered to the creed of coming from the masses and fighting for the masses, and all the soldiers are children from ordinary families in the North.

They have strict discipline and strictly enforce it. Protecting civilians and not taking any of their property is written into the discipline.

Therefore, the accidental death of civilians brought a great deal of guilt to these young soldiers.

After all, fighting the enemy is one thing, and harming unarmed civilians is another.

Even though the responsibility did not lie with them, they still felt very guilty.

In order to improve the mentality of these warriors, Figosin borrowed a group of psychologists from Waterdeep from Drogo, hoping that it would be helpful.

She didn't really believe in psychiatrists before. It didn't seem like the work of a "real" doctor was as specific as it is now. Instead, it seemed a bit like some unreliable fortune teller.

There's just no better way.

She needed those soldiers whose morale was a little low to get better. The mission was not over yet and there was still a lot to do.

We have only taken over the northern part of Sutton, and are still a long way from capturing the royal city.

The damaged parts of Fort Delon needed to be repaired in order to serve as a fortress.

Although this place is useless against the firepower of the North, it is quite effective against old-style troops.

They are currently at a serious disadvantage in terms of military strength and need to develop in this area for some time.

It’s just that the damage to Delon Castle was quite serious, and it would be difficult for them to repair it.

Figosin had not expected the magic grenade to be so effective. All the military units in the city were turned into a pool.

Calling them ruins is an exaggeration. It is hard to tell that there were buildings in those places in the past, so when we say they are being repaired, they are actually just being rebuilt.

We can only wait for Drogo and his support to arrive.

In the morning, Figesin woke up.

She also slept outdoors yesterday, with her own soldiers, and did not ask for any special treatment.

Well, it’s not that she doesn’t have any special treatment. Compared to ordinary soldiers who have to sleep on the street, she has a tent.

But even with a tent, she had already opened up a huge gap with traditional nobles.

Letting the soldiers sleep on the ground was a helpless move as there was indeed no place for them to live in the city.

The lord's castle and barracks have all become pits. Dronburg is not a tourist city, and there are not enough hotels to accommodate two thousand people.

Fortunately, the soldiers have had a lot of experience in field training, so the conditions are not too bad, and Figxin is not a spoiled princess.

And this helpless move was not without gain.

Figsin looked at the cautious and shocked people on the street. She was sure that the Northern Legion had won the support of the people.

The conscription work in the future will be extremely smooth.

"Have Drogo's men arrived?" Figosin asked his lieutenant.

The adjutant was in charge of the early morning shift.

Even though the battle is won, we still have to stand guard.

"Contacted fifteen minutes ago, the team is only twenty kilometers away from us."

"That should take a few more hours. Let's get ready and go to the city gate to greet them. To be honest, I'm a little hungry," said Figesin.

In order to pursue marching speed, the Northern Legion did not carry much supplies.

Also, because of the discipline of not taking things from the masses, most of the soldiers were hungry.

……

Drogo came to Dronburg along with a large baggage train, an orc construction team that was doing civil engineering, a medical team, and a propaganda team.

He held the map of Sutton in his paws and colored it with markers.

The map coloring game is really fun.

After taking over Fort Dronburg, almost 35% of Sutton's territory has been filled in red by Drogo.

Moreover, he believed that after they showed such strong strength, the dukes of other realms would no longer resist, so they only needed to capture the mentally ill King Sutton VII, and they would be completely successful.

Flynn hated the fact that Drogo filled the map with red, making it seem like they were some bloody evil organization.

In response, Drogo said that first of all, he is red, and secondly, red is obviously a very romantic color.

The logistics team did not move very fast. They broke camp in the early morning and walked for five hours. It was not until the morning that they saw the outline of Fort Delon.

Outside the city there was a group of several thousand prisoners, squatting on the ground.

There were only a dozen Northern soldiers guarding these prisoners of war, but there were also two anti-aircraft machine guns pointing at these people at all times.

After seeing the power of that thing, thousands of people simply didn't dare to escape under the guard of a dozen people.

"The medical team will go and treat the wounded among the prisoners. They will stand on our side in the future," Drogo ordered.

Treating the wounded well is one of the aristocratic virtues, but nowadays the nobles do not abide by it very much. They mainly treat the valuable wounded well.

Entering the city, Drogo immediately saw Figsin standing in the middle of the main road. She looked quite good and energetic, and she didn't look like she had just finished a battle. Victory was indeed the best stimulant.

There were many people watching the excitement on both sides. They wanted to see what kind of person the leader of such an army was like, and they were eager to know what would happen to the city next.

"Good morning, my dear ally," Drogo greeted.

"Is there anything to eat?" Figosin asked as soon as he came up. "My fellow soldiers and I are starving."

"Yes, of course. I brought a lot of cooking teams with me, equipped with absolutely sufficient ingredients and a full set of mobile kitchens."

"What's the whole set?"

“A mobile kitchen is a field kitchen that can be deployed anytime and anywhere.”

"Ah?" Figosin looked confused, but studying such strange things was indeed in line with Drogo's style.

"Well, just wait and see."

Following Drogo's order, an oversized kitchen immediately appeared in the square of Dronburg. It was fully equipped with all kinds of equipment and it was obvious that it would not be a problem to provide meals for several thousand people.

Dozens of chefs started working at the same time, and for a moment the square was filled with the bustling atmosphere. Those who didn't know would have thought it was some kind of food festival.

"Um, so the food you brought is still uncooked. It needs to be cooked now."

"Yes, right after the battle, having a hot meal to eat, isn't it a great happiness?" Drogo answered as a matter of course.

"No, but is there anything ready to eat?"

Although Figxin can't cook, she can roughly tell that the chefs' cooking methods are according to the restaurant's standards.

That plate of cold dishes is still on the plate!

"Oh, that's not it."

"Who eats like this during a war?"

"Our family."

Drogo answered confidently that he couldn't do anything to Figxin.

"Oh, why are you in such a hurry? You can't eat hot tofu in a hurry."

"What's hot?"

"Tofu is a specialty of our hometown. You will be able to taste it later."

Drogo was right. These chefs were extremely efficient, and soon one steaming, delicious dish after another was served on the table.

On the other side, several large buckets of food were lined up for the soldiers to line up to get their meals.

Looking at the table full of food, Figxin swallowed his saliva. It was indeed delicious.

"But, providing this kind of diet to soldiers who are still fighting, wouldn't it be too enjoyable?" Figesin said with some concern, "It will reduce the soldiers' enthusiasm for fighting."

She had always accepted the view that a warrior must be able to endure the most difficult conditions.

"There's no such thing as enjoying yourself too much. Soldiers are already in the profession that bears the greatest risks. They deserve to enjoy themselves. Is it too much to have a hot meal? You shouldn't just eat without suffering."

Drogo said as he ate a small dessert that he was not very hungry.

But the fact that the mobile kitchen could also make desserts really shocked Figesin.

"In the future, the configuration of a cooking squad and a mobile kitchen will be the standard configuration of the Northern Army to ensure that all soldiers are well fed. Who knows, by then, some enemy soldiers may choose to surrender directly because they want to eat good food so much."

Figosin was indeed hungry, and while eating voraciously, he began to accept Drogo's philosophy.

Yes, why must you experience a tough environment when you can win comfortably?

"Okay, tell me, what do you need to build in this city?"

"It is very likely that the Royal City will make a final struggle. After our secret weapon is exposed, they should try to study countermeasures. As long as there is a theoretically feasible method, they will try to continue to launch an attack."

Figosin knew his brother very well. "If we have already reached the gates of the royal city, then there will be no chance for them to turn the tables. So it won't be long before the royal army attacks Dronburg. Therefore, we must rely on this place to build a defense line."

She clearly stated her needs. "The city defense array must be repaired. It would be best if it could be strengthened according to the weaknesses you have researched. Then the stone statues can be used. They should be able to carry some heavy firepower. Sufficient defensive firepower must also be deployed on the city walls to make up for the disadvantage in manpower. After these are completed, we need to take over other towns on the plains."

The plain where Delon Castle is located does not only have this city, but also dozens of small cities and towns of all sizes. However, Delon Castle is the most important military fortress.

After taking the fortress, there won't be much resistance in other places, but they still need to be taken over one by one.

There are also nobles of all sizes in those places, and these people must also be gathered together and reformed decently.

If they are unwilling to accept transformation, we have to help them look decent.

The next step is to connect these towns. Delon Castle cannot always be a military fortress. It needs to be developed into a larger heavy industrial city. The geographical conditions here are very suitable for industrial development. The transportation is developed, connecting the north and the Central Plains, and there are railways directly to the east and west. If it is not a transportation hub, it will not develop into a military hub.

"I plan to stay here for the time being," said Figesin.

"What about the North?"

"Leave it to Gerda."

"How are the civilians in the city doing?"

"There are few casualties, but we are a little nervous. It's understandable. After all, the war just ended. We need to help them repair the damaged houses. A curfew will be implemented here for a short period of time. We have to provide them with some financial compensation. Oh, and there are several accidental casualties. They also need compensation."

Although he was reluctant in his heart, Figosin still chose to provide compensation to those civilians.

"Oh yeah, where's the Lord of Dronburg?"

"According to the captives, he stayed in the castle and died with it. He was quite courageous," Figessin praised this opponent who did not cause her much trouble. "But his body is unlikely to be found. Only rubble remains of the castle."

After a few days, Delonburg had stabilized.

The residents of the city were completely familiar with the new rulers.

For most civilians, they don't actually have much feelings for the rulers. As long as they are not too bad, they won't have much feeling about who manages them.

But in the past few days, the combination of the Figsinga Drogo Group really exceeded their expectations.

The city was being built at a rapid pace. Roads that had been delayed for years were repaired overnight. A large number of job opportunities were opened to all citizens. Good jobs were no longer the "private domain" of the nobles' followers and relatives. There were also magical free literacy classes. When people heard that there were such classes in Waterdeep, they thought it was fake, but now they have experienced it themselves.

But it’s not all good. For example, you are not allowed to poop on the roads in the city now, which is very uncomfortable.

It's just a shit, it's not a big deal. I've been doing it the same way for so many years and it's become a habit.

Habits are always hard to change, which is why the most common contact between city residents and the new managers is that they are caught defecating anywhere and then fined...

Meanwhile, after several major magical power lines have been installed in the city, Drogo takes a camera team to find Figosin.

"What?" Figosin asked warily. Normally in this situation, Drogo wouldn't have any "serious" ideas.

"What are you doing? Propaganda work. It's time to show the power of journalism." (End of this chapter)