Powell and Johnson have lived for so many years, and they are not too big or small to be considered well-informed figures in other places, but they ran to Victor. Under Hugo's rule, it will become a dirt bun - it is strange to see anything, I have never seen it.

The area of the fortress outside Dense Fog Town is not large, about fifty meters by fifty meters. The four corners are diamond-shaped protruding, and buildings such as watchtowers, arrow towers, moats, suspension bridges, barracks, etc., are built inside.

Due to the use of explosives, trenches and other works are dug very quickly. This was followed by the construction of the wall, and the six-wheeled super-heavy carriage pulled a dozen meters of thick tree trunks from the Black Forest.

A pulley crane lifts the trunk upright and inserts it into the foundation at a depth of five meters. Two rows of tree trunks three meters apart were filled with mud and compacted to form the simple walls of the fortress.

It's not perfect, but the upside is that it's built very quickly, and it's changing with each passing day.

The residents of Dense Fog have nothing to do, and crowd outside the construction site every day to act as 'overseers'. They had never seen such a fast way of construction, and for the first time they hated to work as coolies and work on the construction site.

Shift laborers rest in Fog Town, and when they enter the town's tavern, someone asks for a drink. Everyone wants to hear the story of the construction site, even if it's bragging – but some people can't even imagine what they create.

When Powell arrived in Fog Town, he had to change carriages and continue north, where he had to rest overnight. After receiving a shock from the construction site outside the town, he also couldn't wait to know what Coldwind City was all about.

The bar was bustling, and when I pushed the door in, I heard someone holding a wine glass and shouting, "Come, toast the kobold." I hope that the fortress will be repaired one day sooner, and kill the Buch family and those noble bastards. ”

This cry was echoed by the crowd, and a wave of voices rang out, 'Kill the Buch family, kill the noble mongrel'.

The toaster shouted again: "I have a dream." Dream that the roads in this world are incomparably smooth, dream that the tax rates of all cities are on par with Cold Wind City, dream that there are no bandits, beasts and tax collectors in the wilderness, and dream that horse-drawn carriages run to every corner of the Northlands with goods. ”

The voice is subdued, and every sentence will attract cheers. The bar is full of enthusiasm, with one arm holding a glass high, the smell of spirits lingering, and the atmosphere is so good that you don't drink it.

Powell and Johnson came in and met this scene and were immediately stunned.

Dudu squatted on top of his master's head and sighed, "It's over, the worst situation has appeared." I bet it's the Coldwind preacher who is raising the glass, and it's definitely building momentum for the war. ”

This sentence made the two of them think deeply, and they felt frightened after looking at each other. What the aristocratic lord wants to do is never discussed with the bottom, after all, the latter is also qualified to participate in decision-making.

But Coldwind City is different......

Victor. Hugo used to telling the public what he was going to do. He even got a job as a preacher and ran a newspaper. Repeated propaganda and explanations are just to let their own people understand what is happening in their territory.

The aristocracy felt that this was meaningless, but it was of great benefit to the enlightenment of the people.

The people of the Northland are still very simple, and basically what the lord says is what he is. Victor. Hugo's reputation is surprisingly good. He said that the nobles should be damned, the revolution was not guilty, and the whole Northland would really respond en masse.

If this speculation is true, it is not the territory of Coldwind City that will be mobilized, but the oppressed, bullied, and abused class of the entire Northland.

How big is this class?

How much do you want to ask the other way around, how much are the nobles and their vassals?

One percent? No way.

At most, half of it.

There are more than a dozen cities in the Northland, with a total population estimated at 3 million. It would be great to have 100,000 nobles. The rest is Victor. Hugo's allies.

I shudder!

A man jumped on the bar and shouted, "Do we have a choice?" Nope. We were overwhelmed by the usury of the aristocracy, and all our hard-earned money was taken away.

The aristocracy made laws in their favor, stripping us of the last copper plate. They even disregarded the facts and used the army to steal everything. Because their greedy desires will never be satisfied. ”

On a cold day, Powell was sweating as he listened. He hurriedly squeezed to the bar, grabbed a casual drinker who was still sober and asked, "Is there going to be a war?" ”

"I don't know." The drinker shook his head happily, "Don't worry, that's what the guys at the bar like to say." Everyone was unhappy and complained. ”

Just talking?

Others may be just talking, but Victor. Hugo wasn't. There is nothing he wants to do.

Powell went on to ask, "Who is the fort outside town for?" ”

"Who else could it be?" The drinker sneered: "The Buchi family has blocked the trade routes, and all the grain and cloth cannot enter the territory of Cold Wind City, forcing His Excellency Hugo to make a move.

The tax collector of the Banshee Castle has set up a blockade at a junction outside the town. As a result, there was a cannon fire on the construction site, and the opposite side was directly frightened and fled wildly. Hahaha..... it's ridiculous that you didn't see the scene at that time.

Take a step back in tax collection, and we will go further. When the fortress of Dense Fog Town is repaired, it will be easy for His Excellency Hugo to attack and defend, and he will seize the initiative. The Buchs are the opposite. ”

It's said in a coherent manner, not like the words of a drinker. When Powell was skeptical, the drinker continued to laugh and said, "You only need to stay in the tavern for two days and you can hear a bunch of wild words from the mouths of these famous mouthpieces."

These guys are talking about how to fight every day, arguing endlessly. In their eyes, His Excellency Hugo should ascend to the throne as emperor, conquer all lands, and rule the whole world. But it's fun to listen to them brag. ”

Fun to brag?

Powell didn't find it interesting at all. The inhabitants of Fog probably thought that this was the case only for their taverns, and perhaps all of the taverns in the entire territory of Coldwind City.

After a long period of propaganda, people will really think that Victor. Hugo should be enthroned as emperor. Think about the fortress outside the town that is being built at a rapid pace, which is obviously a combination of propaganda and hard work.

This is a full-scale war mobilization!

It's over, what are the nobles of the Banshee Castle thinking? They're still figuring out how to make money.

"Shouldn't we go back and remind the Buchi family?" Powell felt that he was on the side of the aristocracy. But when he turned around and asked, Johnson shook his head directly, "Don't dream, who will listen to us?" ”

Dudu also muttered a sentence: "The life of a natural smuggler is the heart of a noble lord." You just go back and report it, and the Buch family won't thank you. ”

Powell was choked and bowed his head, and had to dispel the idea of being "loyal and fearless."

The two spent the night in Fog Town, and the next day they took a passenger carriage to Coldwind City. And as they set out, they saw a group of hoplites arriving in a wagon, ready to protect the construction of the foggy fortress.

The wagons carried a large number of wooden crates, which contained the armor and weapons of the infantry. An unbundled box fell during the process, and several half-body plates fell out.

At least hundreds of people saw this scene, so the mouth-cannon powerhouse in Dense Mist Town had another chat to talk about.

Powell glared, and Johnson exclaimed, "Enchanted bust armor." I sensed the fluctuations of the magic web, and it was definitely an enchanted bust. This stuff is precious!

Victor. Hugo was really rich, this was equipment for noble knights, he actually gave ordinary hoplites. Gosh, if all the crates were filled with enchanted gear, who would be able to beat it? ”