What's wrong with building a steel torrent in a dungeon?

Naming? Is this more important than artillery and water supply and drainage?

Fran and Wallenstein looked very unhappy.

Gorronil continued, "We have been arguing about the name of this fortress for a long time, but we still can't come to a conclusion. This won't do! We can't just keep calling it that fortress!"

"I heard it! You guys are just bored, right? Why are you arguing for so long over a naming issue?" Fran said helplessly, "If you really have too much energy, you can help our comrades carry sandbags and transport building materials! Anyway, Goronil, you have plenty of spiritual energy, so you can carry ten sandbags with both hands without any problem."

"Then I can have another one on my head." Goronil said proudly.

"Okay, everyone, remember this! You won't be allowed to sleep until you finish carrying 100 sandbags tomorrow." Fran said.

"No, no, no! I know I was wrong!" Gorronil said, "We have already assigned all the tasks to the subordinates, and the most difficult engineering problems have been solved! That's why we are considering the naming issue. You are the mayor, you choose."

"Okay..." Fran said, "Tell me what alternative plans you have first."

Vanessa said, "I looked up the history of this place. It seems that it once belonged to a nobleman named Maginot. Why don't we call this place Maginot Fortress?"

"How can we use a deposed nobleman as our name? It's too unlucky." Krelz on the side objected: "The forest not far away is called Hualu Forest. Since we are made of steel, why not add a word to the name of the forest and call it Huatielu."

Goronil said: "Why do you always look for names in history? This is a new fortress that has never existed before, so we should use a brand new name that has never appeared in this world. Look at the sunset standing here, it is like a phoenix. Why don't we call it Luofengpo?"

"I think it should be named after the local products. It's more down-to-earth! The main production area is wheat, so why not call it the City of Wheat?"

After that, they started arguing again.

Seeing Fran and her men making a fuss, Wallenstein chuckled and rejoiced.

Once upon a time, Margaret's military meetings were like this! Each officer expressed his or her own opinions.

It just seems that such a scene hasn't happened for a long time.

In the end, Fran rejected their proposal. For no other reason, these names didn't sound very auspicious. In the end, Fran named the fortress Orilagle.

I hope this will become a nightmare for the winter in Arthas.

Vienna City

Margaret, wearing a dirty robe and a thick false beard to cover her face, went with her guards to the Prancing Pony, a famous tavern in the city.

The reason why this pub is famous is not because of its luxury, the quality of its services or its imperial club program, but because it is the largest civilian bar in Vienna.

Mercenaries, sailors, workers and farmers would come here to have a few drinks in their spare time. A poet who once traveled here said that this is the most simple and authentic Vienna.

Of course, after the men had enough wine and food, they would inevitably start talking about military, political and other national affairs. And this also became the most direct place to obtain intelligence.

As a representative of the nobility, Margaret naturally did not pay much attention to this place, but Fran had discovered this important place like a "mine" early on, so she sent someone to keep an eye on it, waiting for an opportunity to detect the trend of public opinion and obtain first-hand information.

Margaret and the guards randomly found a few seats, ordered some crude food and impure beer, and began to listen attentively.

"Humph! Our Majesty is such a coward!" said a blond miner next to him, "There has been no response so far."

The guard was about to stand up upon hearing this, but was stopped by Margaret.

"Hush! Keep your voice down." A black-haired companion next to him said, "You are such a jerk! You actually said such things at a time like this. Be careful that the guards will arrest you and send you to the slave mines. That's the best way to put your property to good use."

"Come on!" The blond miner wiped his mouth and said, "Your Majesty must still be crying in the palace, thinking about how to marry himself to that kidney-deficient Emperor Arthas! How can he care about us, the little people?"

"Are you really so sure that His Majesty will surrender?" said the black-haired miner.

"That's nonsense!" The blond miner said, "How long has the envoy from the Feruman Empire been in Vienna? We agreed on a ten-day ultimatum, but ten days later, another ten days. Isn't it obvious that Your Majesty is still hesitating? Otherwise, he would have driven this man away long ago."

"You are absolutely right!" At this time, a man dressed as a craftsman at the next table said, "Your Majesty is a coward! He wants to be the emperor with his appearance! He is an amateur in foreign wars but an expert in civil wars! He only knows how to fight his own people! Humph! In my opinion, it would be better to let a tomboy like City Lord Fulan be our queen... Don't talk to me, there is nothing wrong with the tomboy

?She’s cute, but her breasts…”

"Although Lord Fran looks weak, he is at least not vague about important matters!" The blond miner said, "Oulila City drove away the envoy immediately, and then built a fortress in the north of Vienna to resist the enemy! I have already made up my mind. If His Majesty really surrenders, I will surrender to Oulila City.

Then sign up to fight on the front lines, even if it's just as a craftsman."

"Come on! With your limping leg, who would want you on the front line?" Another mercenary echoed, "But you are right! We have finally seen some hope in the past two years. We must defend our own homeland and not let His Majesty give it to others!"

"That's right!"

“That’s very well said!”

Chapter 191: Vow

"Are you really willing to stay here and fight Arthas to the end?"

Just as the drinkers were talking about the war, a low and somewhat hoarse voice suddenly interrupted.

Although the voice is small, it is still very eye-catching among the rough voices.

"Of course!" said the blond miner. "Do your best!"

"But... if all the nobles run away, what's the point of our war?" The person who spoke was Margaret, but under the heavy disguise, no one could recognize her.

"Fuck you, noble lord!" The blond miner slammed the table fiercely, and then said, "We fight to defend our homes! Not for them!"

"Yes, that's right!" At the same time, the black-haired miner also said, "The reason why we disliked the civil war before was that it was a feud among the nobles. They fought each other, and in the end, we had to collect taxes! Of course we had to oppose it! But this time it's different!"

"Yes, this time is different." The blond miner said, "This is a war of life and death for us! It's better if they run away! If those cowards stay, I think they will only force us to surrender!"

"But there is another way." Margaret said: "You can leave with the nobles and head to the southern part of the empire. This way you can have a chance to counterattack. Or you can surrender with the nobles."

"Come on!" the black-haired miner said, "Brother, even though you have a long beard, you have such a short vision. You followed the nobles to flee to the south. They had carts of food and boxes of clothes. They held balls and silver parties in other places. What do you have? There is nothing there!

It sounds nice, but you take it seriously. "

"Surrender is the same? Do you think Arthas is a good person? Since he turned his people into undead, sooner or later he will turn us into undead too! Are you willing to be loyal to such an emperor? I don't want to! I would rather die in battle with a human body than become a half-human, half-ghost."

"Yes! Rather than being victims of the disaster and starving to death over there! Rather than being turned into zombies! We would rather die in battle in our own homeland as human beings!!"

"That's right! We would rather die fighting for our homeland!"

"Get those nobles out!"

"Get those cowards out of here!"

"Vienna will never surrender!"

"The people of Luoer will never be slaves!"

The noises in the tavern became louder and louder, and eventually turned into a collective cry! The lowest class of civilians in Vienna drank the cheapest wine and wore the most tattered clothes, but the courage they expressed was far beyond the reach of the nobles who drank expensive wine and wore gold and silver every day.

This was far beyond Margaret's expectations.

In her inherent impression and the education she received in her childhood, everyone told her that civilians were a group of docile sheep, without fangs, claws, or courage. They would only be driven around and dare not resist any humiliation. Therefore, it was necessary for these nobles who were armed to the teeth to be the first to fight.

The tribes protect them from wild animals and natural enemies.

Similarly, the ordinary bodies of the common people are full of laziness, ignorance and greed! So the nobles' duties, in addition to protecting them, are to drive them to work, distribute wealth and resources, so that they can produce enough food and supplies, and ultimately make the huge country run.

Margaret naturally believed in this at one time.

But now, this theory is beginning to collapse.

The common people seemed to be braver than the nobles who were supposed to protect them! They were completely different from the numb and lazy ones that I imagined. They were all flesh and blood individuals, they also had their own beliefs and things they needed to protect.

At this time, Margaret remembered Fran's speech in Orila City. She had compared the nobles of the Holy Roll Empire and the nine major families of Orila City to blood-sucking maggots rather than guardians of the country, and she received a lot of applause.

At that time, Margaret just thought that Fran was trying to win people's hearts, but now it seems that she was wrong.

Judging from their previous performance, these nobles are really maggots and vampires! They are the ones who sucked the civilians until they were skinny and worried all day long, and took away their weapons and lands, but still called them sheep and lazy ghosts.

Thinking of this, Margaret couldn't help but stand there in a daze.

"Listen, my dear brother!" The blond man touched Margaret's glass and said, "Listen to me! Don't flee to the south with those nobles! If you are afraid of fighting, then go to the city of Aurora, dig for ore and produce weapons! I don't want to be a soldier, but I also want to be a soldier.

You can't make yourself a slave! Do you understand?"

"Although the mayor of Orila City is half our enemy or competitor! But she is right about one thing! If you rely on nobles, the nobles will run away. If you rely on gods, the gods will fall. You can only rely on yourself!!"

"I understand!" Margaret took a deep breath, then bowed respectfully to the miners in front of her: "Thank you!"

"What are you thanking me for? We are all just miserable people." The blond miner said, "Cheers to our bright future!"

"cheers!"

The Prancing Pony Inn was bustling again. The blond miner and his friends drank one cup after another, not noticing that the man he had just spoken to had disappeared without a trace.

At the back door of the inn, Margaret pulled off her disguised beard, revealing her original makeup.

"Your Majesty, please change this dirty robe!" The maids came up immediately and wanted to help Margaret change her clothes, but Margaret stopped them and said, "No need!" Then she turned around and said to her guards, "Go back to the palace tonight and take away the jewelry I collected every day and the few pieces I have.

The skirts are all arranged.”

"As you command. But what does Your Majesty want to do?"

"I'm going to sell them all! To buy food and weapons!" Margaret's eyes regained their former determination, and then she said: "Tomorrow morning, call all the nobles to the palace. I have something important to announce!"

the next day.

The nobles of Vienna gathered in the magnificent palace early. Although they put Margaret under house arrest, they knew that with Margaret's reputation in the military and her personal strength, they could not keep her, so they were all worried, fearing that Margaret would settle accounts with them later.

Just as they were whispering to each other, Margaret, dressed in military uniform, kicked open the door and came into the palace with a group of fully armed soldiers. Beside her were Wallenstein and other generals.

Their emperor is back!

All the nobles began to tremble uncontrollably.

Margaret stood in front of the throne, glanced at the nobles wearing heavy makeup and said, "I declare that from today on, the Holy Roll Empire will share the same hatred with the city of Aurora and fight against the invasion of Arthas's undead!"

"But..." A noble stood up and wanted to say something.

However, at this moment, Margaret suddenly drew out the big sword in her hand and slashed the table hard, and the table broke into two pieces in an instant.

"Anyone who dares to talk about peace talks will be punished!" Margaret said coldly: "As the emperor of the Holy Rohr Empire, I will fight to the death to protect Vienna and the empire!"

Crazy! The Queen is crazy!

Do you really want to die with the monsters in Orila City?

How can we fight when we have no soldiers left?

The nobles below immediately began to whisper. However, due to Margaret's majesty and the table that was cut in half on the ground, no one dared to loudly refute Margaret's words. However, judging from their horrified and contemptuous eyes, they obviously would not stay with Margaret to fight the enemy together.

Margaret turned around and said to the noble who was about to speak but was interrupted by her: "Duke Burren, and the other noble gentlemen who are here, I won't stop you from leaving! But I want to remind you of one thing, the nobles have the obligation to protect their territory. Once you give up this obligation, it also means that you have given up the territory itself!!"

Chapter 192 Cavalry Decisive Battle

The news that Margaret had rejected the request for peace talks quickly spread across the continent. Thus, the Vienna Alliance once again returned to a united front to fight their common enemy.

Afterwards, Fran and Margaret issued a joint statement, vowing to fight the evil Arthas to the end.

Of course, not all forces, or most forces, could not feel Fran and Margaret's determination and courage. They only thought that the Vienna Alliance was playing with fire and getting burned. With their weak strength, they could not possibly fight against the huge army of undead, not to mention the demons behind them.

So a few days after the declaration was issued, the nobles of the Holy Roel Empire rushed to leave the city with their property. No matter how many great achievements Margaret had made before, or what important responsibilities they had, as long as Margaret did not surrender, they were determined to escape!

Fight to the death, damn fight to the death.

We noble aristocrats will not fight for the lives of civilians. Whoever wants to fight can fight.

Of course, they did not forget to take their property and land deeds with them when they left. As for Margaret's threat to confiscate their territory after she left, they simply did not believe such a meaningless threat.

Not to mention that Margaret is already a dead person in futures trading, it wouldn’t matter even if Margaret really won by then.

According to convention, they only need to reward...ah, donate some property to build the empire, then say a few nice words in front of the queen and drink three cups of wine, and the matter will be over. After all, no matter how strong Margaret's military ability is, she can't rule these territories herself. When the time comes, they will still need nobles of all sizes.

This is true for both Margaret and Arthas.

So for them, what is important is not how to maintain honor and protect the people, but how to survive in troubled times and be an iron vassal under the changing emperors.

The nobles had a good plan.

What they didn't expect was that because of the approaching war, the public security of the entire Holy Roel Empire seemed to be not very good. Some well-trained bandits had already ambushed them on the road they had to pass. They were holding better weapons and using stronger tactics than the regular army. They attacked them while they were still eating hot pot and singing.

The nobles were no match for these well-trained Orilas... er, I mean bandits. They were quickly captured. The bandits were not ambiguous either and plundered them thoroughly.

Food, clothing, land deeds, gold and silver, everything needed for the war was stripped away and sent to Vienna, leaving them with only the necessary travel expenses and thick family genealogies and emblems.

Of course, Fran and Margaret strongly condemned such shameless bandit behavior and said that these bandits had absolutely nothing to do with them!

The affairs of the nobility came to an end for the time being.

After they left, there was no more talk of surrender in the entire Holy Roal Empire, at least in Vienna. The people of Vienna spontaneously organized themselves to maintain public order and help transport supplies. The entire empire seemed to be determined to defend its homeland to the death.

In this situation, Lilith, as the envoy of the Feruman Empire, was naturally driven back to the Feruman Empire, and the Feruman Empire, which was rejected, also began its next action.

The undead, the demons, and a portion of the Feruman army that had not yet died out, slowly marched towards the Holy Roll Empire from the north along the roads and rivers.

During the period of waiting for peace talks, Arthas would naturally not sit still. He had already secretly planned to attack the Holy Roll Empire.

The first enemy standing in front of Arthas is the shield of the Holy Roll Empire - the Principality of Habsburg.