Chapter 637 The Birth of the Devil

The prices of food, textiles, weapons and equipment, it seems, are soaring. But the prices of Ye Mu Ling’s commodities: happy beans, soap and paper, are plummeting.

Field, who is familiar with markets and economics, is not overly anxious. After all, the large and small warehouses in the territory are filled with food, which is extremely abundant in a short period of time. Moreover, the seafood produced on the coast of Chenmu Territory greatly meets the food needs of the territory.

"Economic ups and downs are normal, just find new trade goods. The physical manufacturing industry must be further strengthened, and industrialization is the way out."

Returning to Nightfall Territory, Field immediately took out the "Fourth Issue of Nightfall Territory Development Plan" and began to revise and plan it.

While Field was worrying about the gold coins, Shirley was also worried about the gold coins.

"Huhu~"

The cold wind howled, and tiny snowflakes mixed with the rain fell.

Shirley sat in the damaged tent, looking at the muddy road outside, and couldn't help but lose consciousness: "How could this happen... Could it be that the Franconians really can't defeat it?"

The tragic defeat not long ago is still vivid in my mind.

Endless rebels and Franconian cavalry crushed her legion from the left of the army. The warriors of the Garcia family were the first to bear the brunt of the attack. They were killed in a sea of ​​blood and corpses. A fourth-level divine choice was killed in the battle, and more than half of the knights were lost.

The following days were even more nightmares.

Shirley and the imperial army continued to defend the city and were repeatedly attacked by the enemy. They could only continue to flee, almost losing miserably all the way.

It wasn't until the armistice that the troops chasing them left. Shirley was able to take the remaining soldiers and live in a dilapidated stone fortress to rest.

only...

"The treasury is out of money, support is gone, and our supplies have bottomed out. What should we do..."

Shirley read and reread the letter in her hand, her hands trembling.

The imperial official who delivered the letter apologized very much: "Please be considerate to everyone, we really have no material supply in logistics. After all, the national treasury is empty."

Half of the Griffin Empire's treasury was used as ransom to redeem a large number of officials, and the other half was used as compensation to stop the war. It is still a question whether the gold coins in the national treasury are as large as those in Field's private treasury.

"Miss, please don't worry too much." Valtteri, Shirley's chosen one, came over with a glass of water.

"Her Majesty the Queen has no supplies to supply us. We have no money and food. But, we haven't been able to withdraw to the imperial city." Shirley's pupils were shaking.

"Ah? I thought supplies would be delivered." Valtteri was also stunned, with a smile on his face. "It's at least two weeks away from the nearest portal here, and it's snowing. There's nothing we can do about it. March quickly."

The imperial official shrugged: "Ask the local nobles for help."

"I have already searched, and they have no food. There is no food everywhere." Valtteri looked desperate. "The surrounding territories have been looted many times, and my cavalry can't even grab supplies."

Like Canghai Province, the cities and villages near Qianhu Province have long been abandoned.

When the two countries go to war, the loser will not only lose its army, but also the materials that supply the army will be taken away, and the city will be brutally looted. Failure often brings silky combos.

Even if supplies are transferred from the family, it will take half a month to go back and forth. What's more, Shirley's family was almost drained.

Shirley felt scared for the first time and looked helplessly at the imperial officials: "But our army has nearly 3,500 people to support."

"They will no longer be an army soon. Without food and money, they will mutiny. They are bandits and robbers, or they may be rebels." The imperial official said bluntly, "Don't let them join the rebellion of the Hero King. Promise me ”

There are many examples of failure to pay soldiers, leading to mutiny.

For example, in 1527, King Recmen VII and 8,000 of the 50,000 people in Rome were massacred by furious mercenaries in one day.

"What should I do?" Valtteri pursed her lips, and she, who was as strong as steel, couldn't help but feel confused.

"Miss, we need food. We have been hungry for two days."

"Are there any bandages? What should I do with my brothers' injuries?"

"Isn't it time for the wages and food of our wild boar mercenaries to be given to us?"

"We know it's difficult for you, but we also need to eat."

Outside the camp, there was a lot of noise, and there was a strong tendency to riot.

Shirley's personal guards couldn't stop them even though they yelled and cursed and drove them away.

"There is a solution, it requires some courage." The imperial minister leaned into Shirley's ear and whispered a few words.

Shirley was silent for a long time, her face looking terrifyingly gloomy.

"Miss." Valtteri looked scared and pushed her gently.

"Oh, I'm fine." Shirley stood up and murmured as if she had made up her mind, "No, the empire is already in devastation, and we must not let the soldiers mutiny."

After walking out of the tent, Shirley covered her heart and looked around sincerely.

"Everyone, listen to me. The family's supplies are already on the way. There will be food, clothes, and spirits. I guarantee that you will get everything you want in the warm campfire."

After saying this, Shirley bowed deeply.

"Our lady has been so good to you before. She has never been in arrears for a day, right?" Valtteri quickly helped Shirley, "You are going too far."

The people who were begging for supplies suddenly became weak and left in shame.

"Miss, how can we get material support?"

"Valtteri, call our direct troops here, don't alert others, and prepare more arrows and magic cores."

"Ah? What do you need arrows for?" Valteri doubted his ears.

At night.

Two thousand mercenaries, levy militia and imperial army huddled in the dilapidated stone city. There were not enough tents, and many people could only shiver in tattered robes.

"Captain, do you think we can still get our salary? My sister is still waiting for my money to see a doctor." The ragged soldier kept adding wood to the campfire.

"Yes, I can."

The captain held the spear in his arms and patted the young man's shoulder: "Jerrey, Lady Shirley is a noble. Her blood is noble. Can she give you two gold coins less? In two days, you can take the gold coins and go home proudly."

Jerrey nodded heavily, just wanting to thank the captain for his comfort.

"Swoosh~"

A rocket shot the captain's head in front of the soldiers.

"Enemy, enemy attack!"

Jerrey jumped up in fear, and the scream was like a signal. In an instant, arrows, magic fireballs, and magic skills fell like raindrops.

The entire military camp was on fire, and countless soldiers were burned or shot to death.

Amid screams, the young man ran to the city gate and tried desperately to open it, but found that it was motionless.

"How could this happen? Isn't the war over?"

The soldiers hacked at the city gate in despair, but saw a scene that he would never forget.