Rhodes agrees with Dapht's words that the winds of death prevail in Kislev, and it is precisely the religion of Moorishism that is needed to cleanse the dead and appease the dead.

Of course, this is the purest purpose, Dafort's words Rod still believes him, as for the heavily armored generals behind him, and the officers from other parts of the empire, Rod does not dare to fully trust. It seems that the Knights of the Black Rose have at least three thousand people, and such a large legion can never be launched by a single sect, at least, the financial and material support required behind this is difficult to do with a Moorish cult alone.

However, in this situation, their joining is still very helpful for the North.

While we were talking, some Moore priests had already walked up to the bodies and silently sang elegy for the dead, wishing them rest in peace in the realm of the dead.

Rhodes noticed that most of the priests were dressed in black robes and looked focused and religious. Higher-ranking priests stood in front of the corpse silently reciting prayers with heavy holy books in their hands. Like a cold wind, the whole of Errengrad was desolate and cold...... Even as hungry civilians stormed the town hall and opened the city gates. But it's still a little late. Thousands died in the siege, starved to death, or killed by disease. Others were killed and killed in the scramble for food......

Looking at the numb civilians, Rhodes felt heavy. Although they shouted the slogan "King of the North" as they entered the city, Rhodes knew that it was only because of the food, because of the bread. With food, they follow you, and with food, they praise you, so realistic, so simple. There are very few who so-called dedicated their lives to fight for the lord's glory. Because of this, Rhodes felt that people like Virgil were worth cherishing.

The free distribution of food can only last for a short time, and it is a temporary reassuring policy, after all, no one can afford to feed tens of thousands of people for nothing. Then there is the question of reorganization and settlement.

Again, this is a question worth considering. Since there was no major siege and the city's infrastructure and manufacturing plants were mostly intact, Rhodes sent workers back to work and resumed production. The dock workers continued to return to the docks and do their original jobs, while blacksmiths, bakers, barbers, tanners, brewers, etc., all returned to their original factories. and demanded that the salaries of the minor nobles in the city be paid on time according to the original salaries. Phasing out the free bread supply.

On the other hand, the fighting must come to an end, because the autumn harvest is just around the corner. This army was not entirely made up of professional soldiers, but also many levies, many of whom belonged to farmers. The autumn harvest is still very important for all parts of the north. After all, there are very few urban northerns that are really dependent on industrial production, not on food production. Farming is still the foundation.

Of course, in rare cases, you can ignore the autumn harvest and spring planting, and directly lead the troops to continue the war. But that will inevitably lead to instability in the morale of the military. Rhodes knew that the civil war in Kislev was not something that could be resolved in a short period of time. It will need to mobilize the whole country to defeat Katerina and expel her from the country. And now, the northern border must take one step at a time, first pacify the rear, and wait until the end of the next year's spring planting before continuing to march. Although no one rules against fighting in winter, it is almost an unwritten rule.

The winter march was very difficult, and it was freezing in a place like Kislev, and camping in the wilderness would not be able to protect against the cold, which was a torture for the soldiers. At the same time, the logistics troops had to brave the wind and snow to transport grain, grass, and materials to the front line, and it was very difficult to transport grain and grass materials in a snowy day, and the cost was also huge. So, no one will send troops in the winter unless absolutely necessary.

......

Southside.

While the northern frontier was still tired and busy with the war, the cities south of Kislev were busy with the autumn harvest. Although the Ice Queen's call came down two months ago, there were very few lords who responded to the Queen's call at the first time. Although many lords responded to the queen's call, they did not do their best, but only sent some small troops to take the lead. Fifteen castles, the final gathering of less than eight thousand troops to the capital. Obviously, so many years of war have made the lords of all parts of the south lose faith in the Snow Queen, and more importantly, lose their awe. In the past, even if they were reluctant, as long as the queen spoke, they would still respond with all their might, but now, there is a king of the north who can compete with Kislev. Everyone's attitudes are changing subtly.

The old lord of Lonewind City, Medry, pondered in front of the fireplace in the castle hall, his head full of gray hair and a face of vicissitudes. There is no such thing as a luxury in life. The only thing he cared about was his own heirs. In the end of his life, he wanted to strengthen the lordship for his son.

"Father's ......"

"The Queen's summoning order has come down again?"

The old lord asked in a low but dignified tone. He sat there, the firelight casting his shadow on the wall like a giant. Of course, the old lord has always been a giant in his son's heart. It was he, in this turbulent era, who carried half of the sky in Lonely Wind City, and how many people around the queen longed for this treasure all the time.

"Hmm...... Moreover, the letter of the Ice Queen demanded that the army must be transferred to the city of Kislev by the end of the month. ”

Milda carefully relayed the contents of the letter. He was slightly chubby, and it had long been a habit for him to follow his father's instructions at the age of forty.

"At the end of the month, Her Majesty is getting more and more anxious. ”

"Shall we do what the letter asks?"

Milda asked earnestly.

"Do what she asks? Do what she asks, Lonewind City is long gone. ”

The old lord scoffed, the firelight reflecting his old but still wise face. The heat from the fire blew away the chill from him, and although autumn in the south wasn't too cold, Medrey was old, he was. Six years ago, when Rhodes arrived in Kislev City, he had met with the northern lord and sat down to talk, at that time, his body was still quite strong, however, the years are like this, and aging is not up to anyone.

"What about us?"

The honest middle-aged son asked puzzled.

"Gather three hundred conscripts from within the realm, and let Lucis take them to the city of Kislev. ”

The old lord turned his head and said seriously.

Milda obeyed the order and was about to retreat, when she suddenly turned back and looked back at her old father.

"Father, do you think the queen will defeat Rhodes?"

"It's hard to say. Over the years, Kislev rebelled one after another, each one a little more serious than the last. Previously, the Erengrad nobles rebelled, and the North did not participate. Later, there was a rebellion in the capital. And now, it's the entire northern rebellion. Rhodes is not a savior, he just follows the trend of the times. Do you understand? Even if Rhodes does not have an army, in the future, there will always be others who will raise an army. ”

Medley said meaningfully, and in his eyes was the fire burning in the fireplace......