The mighty lord of online games

Chapter 274 Three Thousand Miners, Five Hundred Craftsmen

Taking a sip of the not-so-pure wine comfortably in the hall of Malagburg Castle, Zhang Qiang leaned on the large locust wood chair, comfortably looking at the top of the steeple hall with exotic styles.

A group of heroes, knight attendants, entourages, servants, and soldiers and officers happily broke roast whole lamb and roast suckling pig, drank poor-quality malt wine mixed with water, laughed and laughed, and at the same time hugged the bridle The slave girls offered by the military merchants in Gebao reveled wantonly.

Even the crossbowmen of the Swadian kingdom standing guard at the door were holding a chicken leg in one hand and a jug in the other, holding their own crossbows in their arms. They smiled and peeked at the barbecues in the hands of the senior officials in the hall. The whole lamb, the roast suckling pig, and the female slaves on them were envious, biting the chicken leg in their hands, and pouring malt wine.

On the city wall, Lesarit looked at the far field in a daze. On the other side of the city wall, Rolf was drinking inferior wine while leaning against the crenel of the city wall, staring at the distant field in a daze. thinking about something.

At this time, Caitlin was patrolling the castle, staring at the pairs of black faces and the thin and thin bodies in scanty clothes.

It's not that she doesn't want to eat meat and drink, or that she can't understand the rough faces of those men, but she thinks that as a logistics officer who is valued by the knight, he should do something for his master, such as Count the property in the castle.

Zhang Qiang sat on a large chair, drank the low-quality wine in the wine glass in one gulp, spit out the residue from the bottom of the wine glass on the ground, took the clay pot of clear water handed over by the female slave beside him, took a sip to rinse his mouth, and spit on the wine beside him. inside the clay pot spittoon, and then waved his hand to let the slave girl back down.

stand up.

As soon as he stood up, his subordinates immediately stopped eating and drinking and stood up.

Zhang Qiang waved his hand, "Go ahead, Delangton, Francie, bring a few guards and follow me around the castle."

The two knight attendants stood up, and the crossbowmen standing guard outside called for four, and followed Zhang Qiang out.

Walking outside, Zhang Qiang found that Fort Malague was different from the military fortress in his impression.

There are residents, it seems that the family members of the military merchants and some caravans live in the city. There are special inns and taverns, as well as blacksmith shops, grocery stores, and horse trading shops. It looks like a small city.

But the most buildings are the small shacks where the soldiers live. Simply prop up a few logs and cover them with a mat, which is the house. The house is also used as a stable and a dormitory for the soldiers.

Except for the horse trading shop, the horses of Kujit soldiers are maintained by themselves.

This can explain why the Kujit cavalry is so maneuverable and equestrian so good.

When inspecting the wall behind the fortress built on the mountain, Zhang Qiang discovered that there was another cave.

The bustling here is extraordinary, countless blacksmiths and craftsmen are busy, and countless people run out of the black holes one by one, and then pile piles of ore on the hill-like pile of ore.

The stream is endless, like worker ants, working tirelessly and without thinking.

Caitlin led the people standing there, like a supervisor.

When Zhang Qiang came over, Caitlin hurried over with someone, bowed, and said humbly: "Master,"

Zhang Qiang pointed at these people and asked, "What's going on?"

Caitlin said quickly, "Master, they are serf miners from Malagburg. I didn't expect there to be so many of them."

"How many?"

"3000 people,"

"There are five hundred ordinary craftsmen and blacksmiths, these people are civilians, some are Kujit, but most of them are craftsmen and blacksmiths from the Kingdom of Swadia who were captured, some of them are Vikirians, and Nords."

Francie said: "Master, the Kugit people don't do production. They mainly rely on plunder to maintain their army and life. Their people live by picking spices from the mountains and cattle and sheep on the grasslands. They dig mines. Miners, blacksmiths, and artisans are all captured from other countries, and these ores will be forged into weapons."

Zhang Qiang turned around and said to a guard: "Go and shout to Artiman and Francois."

After a while, a lot of people came, including Zhang Qiang's elites.

"My God, the Kujit people are so rich, so much ore," Yatiman and François exclaimed loudly.

Manid said disdainfully: "The Kujit can only forge elementary weapons and equipment. What they do most is to roughly forge these ores and then turn them into arrowheads and inferior iron swords. Their weapons and equipment are simply not comparable to Si compared to the Kingdom of Wadia."

John Johnson squatted down and looked at the ore on the ground and said: "Yes, in terms of exquisiteness and sharpness, even the Vikirians can't compare with the Kingdom of Swadia, but the Vikirians have one advantage, they have mastered the best The place where the ore is produced, as well as the ability to extract high-grade ore, and fuse them into iron ingots to make black iron, blended with black gold, and make high-quality weapons and equipment, must be craftsmen of the Kingdom of Swadia."

Zhang Qiang walked back and forth among the serf miners and asked, "Does this mean that all the ores produced here are low-grade and low-quality ores?"

Yatiman said: "Yes, but if you choose carefully, you can still find high-grade ores in it, at least there should be more middle-grade ores, but their craftsmanship really needs to be discussed and improved, and a lot of middle-grade ores are wasted. ore."

Storyteller Ramosen said: "It's a pity that these are useless to us, we can't take them away."

Lesarit and Rolf came from two directions.

Seeing these miners and ores, they were also surprised, and then immediately shook their heads, looking regretful.

Lesarit said: "We have too few people to defend Malague Fort. Once the enemy returns to the army, we will become meat in the enemy's mouth, so after a while, we have to withdraw."

Rolf also said: "Yeah, it's a pity. If these things are put in Sagos City and set up a smelter to provide ore to the iron factory, they can earn at least 10,000+ gold coins. If there are medium-grade ores, A lot of black iron crystal coins can be made by junior craftsmen. Black iron crystal coins can improve the defensive performance of equipment. Only masters of weapons, equipment, and craftsmen can do it. We don’t have such masters, so we can only make equipment and weapons, as well as black iron crystal coins.”

Zhang Qiang tapped his head with his fingers, "What if it's Earl Plais? With his troops, can we hold it until the end of the war?"

The storyteller shook his head, "It's difficult. The three-way Kujit army has been planning for a long time. If they take Dherim, it will almost work. If they don't take Dherim, then the battle will continue." Go on, Serge Khan has the upper hand this time, he may not want to withdraw his troops, and will continue the war. If Earl Glenward's army arrives and wins one or two battles, they may withdraw their troops and stop the war , we can get a short rest period of just three months."

Rolf walked around the forging area of ​​the blacksmiths, and continued the storyteller's words: "The problem is, you are not an earl, you are not qualified to be the lord of Malagburg Castle, and your ruling power is not enough. Now your The manor is also destroyed, your financial resources are also lost, and there is no place to stand, even if you become the baron lord of some barren village, you can't take care of it."

Lesarite nodded, "Yes, this place does not belong to you, and they do not belong to you. Now you have not notified the king that you have occupied this place, so you can transfer these people away, or kill or destroy them." Here, let the enemy's new lord look at the ruins and go there."

Zhang Qiang feels that the happiest thing in life is not parting from life and death, but seeing the fat in his mouth but not being able to eat it, and destroying it with his own hands, so that he will not have the chance to eat it in the future.

Three thousand miners, five hundred craftsmen.

Francie said: "My lord, at least let the lord know this credit, let the king know, you can get merit, capture an enemy's military fortress, you have at least [-] merit points, plus the time we killed the enemy during these days Merit, you are enough to be promoted to a baron."

"Yes, Baron, I'll get what I can get first."

Speaking of which, Zhang Qiang sent several scout cavalry around him to report to Earl Plais.

Back at the gate of the city, Zhang Qiang looked at the black bear flag of the Kingdom of Swadia fluttering above the city, thinking ecstatically, where should we add a flag, his own aristocratic coat of arms flag.

To prove that Malagburg is not only the territory of the Kingdom of Swadia, but also its own territory.

Baron, I will get it soon, so can I be far from the Earl?
(End of this chapter)