While laboring, the Redcoats expressed contempt for more than 100,000 captives of the noble army.

"These guys are really, they can't fight or work, what a waste."

"What are these nobles doing with such waste?"

"Haha, the nobles' brains are broken, they are really not very smart, and they can't even pick ears of wheat."

Amid the laughter of the soldiers of the Red Coats, the nobles who were forced to work in the fields were eager to commit suicide to end their humiliation.

It's a pity that the nobles who can really be ruthless are long gone.

At that time, some of the noble lords who were shocked by the fall of the dragon and had no hope of escaping committed suicide in various ways, and some of them committed suicide after being captured.

Oil Girl Iron Pill didn't bother to stop these suicides, in his opinion, people who wanted to die couldn't be stopped, and they weren't his own people, so they wanted to die.

Because of fun, the oil girl Iron Pill tried to exchange these nobles for some money or something, but all of them were rejected without exception.

Now the aristocratic families of the New World are particularly rigid, in their opinion, the head of the family is a consumable, and if they lose it, they will replace it, and nothing will be delayed.

Families that did not have such a mentality, as well as those who lacked enough family head reserves, were destroyed by the death of the patriarch in the two abyssal encirclements.

……

Harvesting, heading, threshing, drying, bagging, storage...... I can't store it, because the warehouse is not enough.

This year's bumper wheat harvest in the Chihe Valley is not only more than two months ahead of schedule, but also a full double of last year's wood production.

Although the new lord Oilmaiden Tetsumaru shook her head vigorously and sighed, saying that this production was really embarrassing, no one could care about this lord's Versailles.

There was too much, too much wheat after harvesting, all the lords' grain warehouses were crammed, and more than half had no place to store them.

At this time of the year, there would be many grain merchants, especially some aristocratic merchants in the mineral domain, who would come to the Chihe Valley in large and small boats.

These people would buy grain with gold, ironware, porcelain, wine, olive oil, cloth, silk, armor, and so on, and they would buy half of it.

But this year it is definitely not there.

The lords' warehouses were built at half of the production, and now only a quarter of them can be stored.

So everyone went crazy and built a granary, and built a round platform according to the suggestion of the oil girl Tetsumaru.

A circle of wooden poles was erected around the platform, and then a mat made of wheat poles was used to surround it, and finally a one-foot-thick thatched roof was added, and a simple granary fence was ready.

Although very simple, the cylindrical building is breathable, ventilated, dry and sheltered from the rain, and can meet all the needs of storing food.

"The only problem is that we won't be able to last next year, but we can build a bigger, better and stronger granary next year, and this kind of grass fence is a temporary structure after all." ”

The soldiers had no opinion on this, but they could not understand the location of the construction: "My lord, why did you build this granary here?" ”

The oil girl Tetsumaru asked rhetorically, "Isn't this your home?" Of course, your grain must be placed in the granary of your house. ”

"The grain in this warehouse is exactly the harvest and salary of the soldiers in this row this year, so I arranged to build this warehouse here."

"Of course, there are records of how much grain each person has, and for the time being, they will be mixed together, and next year each family will have to build a separate warehouse."

The oil girl Iron Pill was still babbling on and on, but the soldiers couldn't hear it anymore, all they thought was: This is my food, mine!

As serfs, this was the first time they had been told that they had their own belongings.

They were born without any possessions, including the rags on their bodies, the sticks for farming, and the firewood for the fire, all of which belonged to the lord.

Even the straw that was laid on the ground when they slept at night was borrowed from the lord, and even their lives belonged to the lord or some knight.

Serfs are real slaves on the land.

The new lord promised to give them a guarantee of safety and freedom, and thereafter took them to drive out the old lords, taught them to read, built them houses, and fed them.

Not only did the lord treat them well, but he repeatedly said that they were all free people, but no one believed them.

Until now, the lords have made it clear that these houses and grain are their belongings.

Real granaries, full of grain, and four neat rows of houses, tangible material proof that simple words have become an unparalleled impact.

Everyone froze, and after a while, the soldiers couldn't help but step forward, stroke the granary they had built, and look back at the house they had helped build.

They finally accepted the fact that they were freedmen.

Starting with the Red Army, the division of houses and food eventually turned into a huge storm of faith, shattering the faith of the gods in the Red River Valley, and now they only believe in their own lords.

So, when the lord said that beans should be planted on the harvested land, no one objected.

To hell with what bullshit rotation tillage, what shit and urine can't enter the field, and what can only be harvested in autumn.

That's just the fallacy of the evil god of agriculture, how can he be compared to the great lord?

Because of the fact of the summer harvest, people's denial of the god of agriculture was so firm that a heretical trend was formed among four million people, and it launched an attack on a specific band of thought on the god star along the spiritual link of the human god.

The god of agriculture, a powerful god with moderate divine power.

As the backbone of the god system subordinate to the Earth Mother God, he was directly knocked down and demoted to a low-level divine power.

Under the impact of heresy, he was barely able to maintain even his low-level divine power, and the key was that his thinking logic was on the verge of collapse and could not be maintained.

This is not a problem that can be solved by divine warfare, because the facts are there, and people have proved His perception of agriculture wrong.

Grain production has doubled, can the fact that the god of agriculture launched a divine war to defeat the self-proclaimed lord?

In fact, as long as the god of agriculture can accept these facts and revise his own doctrines and canons, he will be able to get rid of such a logical collapse.

It's a pity that the god of agriculture can't do it.

Every god is a strong seed, the kind that knocks down the south wall and does not look back, only in this way can he maintain his existence for hundreds of years or thousands of years.

If you can change yourself flexibly, the gods will be no different from humans, and they will grow old and die.

In mid-September, when all the work in the Red River Valley was temporarily completed, and the god of agriculture fell asleep when the oil girl Tetsumaru issued a war document and began to expand abroad.

Wheat was harvested in July and beans were planted in the same month.

By the end of August, the newly planted beans, nourished by sufficient irrigation, sufficient sunshine, and sufficient green manure and manure, had caught up with the growth progress of beans planted in the spring in other territories, and the harvest in October was no problem.

The logic inherent in the god of agriculture finally collapsed, the core of the mind could not function, and Mother Earth had to arrange for her to fall into a deep sleep in order to speed up the renewal of logic.

This kind of thing has not happened before, and all the gods who have established their divine power on the wisdom of civilization will encounter this situation to some extent.

The gods are indeed the kind of seed that can knock down the south wall, but their inherent logic will eventually turn their heads after hitting the facts.

For if you don't turn your head you die, no matter how noble a god is, he is also a kind of life.

It is the instinct of all life to live, and the gods are no exception.

Fortunately, sleep is not dangerous for the gods, as long as there is the protection of the god system to prevent the gods of the same divine power from appearing, he can update the logic through a period of sleep.

After a while, He will appear in a newer and stronger form.

This period of time is not long for the gods, it can take a short period of one or two decades, and a few hundred years for the longest.

However, this time the oil girl iron pill will not give the god of agriculture so much time.

After easily winning the second anti-encirclement campaign, the oil girl Tetsumaru felt that things were much simpler than he expected, and in September, he decided that the time was ripe for rework.

It's time to give the gods a real thump.

How can there be only one sleeping god, at least a dozen or twenty gods must accompany the god of agriculture.

And if you want to cause such an effect, the scope of the Chihe Valley is too small, and the population directly affected by the oil girl iron pill is too small.

So, his next first step was to expand.

The oil girl Tetsumaru and his shadow clones issued a declaration of war to the Red Coats loyal to him.

"Ninety percent of the human race is treated as livestock, they don't have enough to eat, they don't have enough clothes, they don't even have their own lives."

"The aristocracy took this for granted, and they lay on the vast majority of the people, sucking the blood of their own kind, thinking themselves proud."

"The gods have eliminated the evil gods after one god war after another, and they are proud of this, and they have built all kinds of temples and temples, promising justice and light to the world."

But they are blind to the suffering of the vast majority of humanity, where is their justice, and where is the light they promise? Outside of ninety percent of humanity? ”

"History has proved that the happy life of human beings has never been given by the gods, but many of the disasters that human beings have encountered have been brought down by the gods."

"So, I say: the gods have nothing to do with the happy life of our human beings, we have to rely on our own hands, strive for the greatest happiness, and establish our own heavenly kingdom on earth!!"

"But the lords, the nobles, the knights, and their dogs will not leave on their own, and will not allow us to enjoy the fruits of our labor."

"They will also make up all kinds of arguments, all kinds of truths, to prove that their enjoyment is justified and taken for granted."

"They will say that because the land belongs to them, the fruits of our labor do not belong to us. Why does the land belong to them? They will say that it is the inheritance of their ancestors and the gift of the king. ”

"But how did their ancestors get the land? And how did the king get the land? They will never explain it anymore, but will cover it up with divine and divine gifts. ”

"Actually, they all know that it was the killing of Hongguoguo, and it was robbed by the most powerful violence."

"I admit that this is true, but now the most powerful violence is not with them."

"Soldiers of the Red Coats, now use the weapons in your hands to tell them that we are the most powerful violence!!"

The Red Coats attacked in all their armies and blossomed on all sides.

……

Red tide, this is the disdainful name of the nobles for the Redcoats after their sortie, but only seven days have passed, and the meaning of the word has changed.

Red Tide has become an unstoppable attack, synonymous with an irreversible trend, an honorific title that contains fear and awe.

Because the Redcoats were invincible, no lord's army could hold out in front of the Redcoats for an hour.

They harnessed the steel behemoth, billowing black and white smoke and carrying the cannons and machine guns that terrified the giants, billowing faster than the cavalry.

The magician sees the Redcoat through the eyes of the birds, and the image of the majestic steel golem is magically revealed, and everyone who sees this scene is shocked.

"Speed, destructive power, and defense are all in one, but they run faster than cavalry, their destructive power is greater than that of a battering ram, and their defense is comparable to that of a small castle, alas......"

The magician presiding over the ceremony turned his head to look at his steel golem and bowed his head in shame.

In addition to the cost, it is not as good as others.

The steam boiler steel chariot has no particularly advanced technology in nature, and this great magician who is good at making golems only needs to look at it and understands it, and estimates the specific cost.

Although he also overestimated the price several times, it was less than a tenth of the price of the steel golems he made himself.

"And there's no magic at all."

"Could it be the kind of power that we can't feel? Like the one that killed the king of the kingdom of Fran with the meteorite summoner? ”

"No, I've done a rough calculation, pure mechanical movement is enough to propel this machine, and no additional force is required at all."

The Great Mage stared closely at the steam chariot in the picture, and couldn't help but say, "Even if there is, it is on some key parts, which are used to withstand forces beyond the scope of the material. ”

A noble nobleman collapsed, and he suddenly hugged a clergyman next to him, crying and shouting, "God is above, what is he thinking?" Why don't you send angels to punish them and kill all these lowly people? ”

"Shut up!" The priest was furious, kicked him down fiercely, and shouted angrily, "If you have such blasphemous remarks again, I will pray to God to punish you now!" ”

Then, with a sigh, he lowered his voice and said, "God said: This is not a rebellion, it is a war within humanity, a war between humanity for dominance of its own race. ”

"As the largest dominant intelligent race civil war on the continent, the gods will not interfere."

Finally, he added: "At the very least, no angels will be sent to send down divine punishment." ”

Indeed, some gods are almost directly involved, and they are all in conflict with the Red Coats in terms of divine authority, such as the god of nobility, the god of knights, the god of agriculture, the god of tyranny, and so on.

These gods helped the noble lords in a variety of ways, starting with a large number of clergy, and then armed men, weapons and equipment, food and gold coins, and so on.

However, it is still difficult to contain the offensive of the Red Coats Army sweeping the mainland, and it is even difficult to obtain reasonable results.

It wasn't until the God of Assassination sent assassins to assassinate hundreds of officers in a short period of time that the Redcoats' momentum was dampened.

This was quite a serious loss for the Red Jackets, whose total number was approaching 60,000 and there was a serious shortage of officers.

(End of chapter)