The southwest region is very large, larger than the due south and Southeast. According to the area, it accounts for almost a quarter of the whole Roma road country.


    But there are only four cities in the southwest, Blackwater City, parrot City, bluestone city and turbulent city.


    Turbulent city is the largest city in Southwest China and the richest city, because more than a dozen rivers, large and small, meet here, which provides abundant water for turbulent city.


    There is water, which means there is food. Coupled with the warm climate in the southwest, the annual grain output of turbulent city exceeds half that of the southwest.


    Having food means having a population. Some people say that the population of turbulent city exceeds 100000, while the population of Wangdu is only about 200000.


    Seven Star Mountain has a population of 70000. Most of these people come from young men recruited by the four sides, which makes Manda have 18000 troops.


    The population structure of turbulent city is relatively balanced. The number of young men will not exceed 30000, and the army that can be raised will not exceed 10000. If we fight hard, it is not impossible, but after fighting?


    In a real battle with turbulent City, Manda has to be prepared to lose at least half of his soldiers, and may not fight down.


    The Lord of turbulent city is a famous good gentleman who is harmonious with everyone. When Howitt was alive, he got along well with the archbishop. After bucken took office, he got along well with the new archbishop.


    He had a deep friendship with the Minister of state and the general long Gesen. Manda only stayed in Wangdu for less than a year and received gifts from Marquis sailin three times.


    He and everyone are friends, including the two great princes in the south. If he really wants to fight with him, Marquis sailin cheered. I don''t know how many reinforcements he can call. It''s not a wise choice to fight with such an opponent, hard steel.


    But if you leave him alone, it is bound to become a huge obstacle to controlling the southwest, because his values are completely opposite to Manda''s.


    What Manda wants is cohesion. What sailin wants is harmony to make money. Manda wants to unify the southwest with a bloody fist. Sailin will turn the southwest back to a plate of loose sand with golden ears of wheat, because a plate of loose sand is the most gentle, and no one will trouble anyone.


    "Let Wilkins deal with him," suggested the poet. "After Wilkins''s loss, he will naturally join hands with us."


    "He may not suffer. Wilkins can''t beat him, and it''s my army that has lost," Manda rubbed her eyebrows. "I''ll call on him in a few days."


    In troubled times, food was the most precious property. Standing on the hillside overlooking the vast farmland, Manda sincerely praised paviu: "with more than 30000 farmers, you have fed 18000 soldiers and 20000 craftsmen. You are great. I should give you a first-class merit."


    "It''s not my own credit," paviu said modestly. "Thanks to the help of the poet, I got this year''s harvest."


    The poet built a canal to lead the river of Xiongxing mountain to the plain, and built more than a dozen ponds around the canal to ensure the irrigation of farmland.


    A large amount of silt washed down from the river covers the sand and gravel at the foot of the mountain. Before long, these places will become new farmland.


    "If you can give me more population, I can guarantee that there is enough food in the seven star mountain." paviu''s casual words made Manda''s smile disappear.


    Population, population, population again, Manda''s good mood was destroyed in an instant.


    He turned his face, looked at paviu and said, "have you had a baby?"


    Paviu blushed and said, "not yet. I missed the last draft."


    "You don''t even have children, no matter what population I want!" Manda left angrily. Paviu stayed in the cold wind and wiped a cold sweat carefully.


    It seems that I promised him a first-class merit just now. I don''t know if it still counts.


    Cheerdan disguised as a refugee, squatting under the parrot City, he is fighting for the population of Qixing mountain.


    Jenkins was standing among the refugees and making an impassioned speech. Although he had never seen bucken, he hit the hearts of the refugees word by word as if he had got his true biography.


    "We worked in the fields with sweat and ate bread with sawdust,


    The nobles fought and burned up our harvest in a year!


    They ate meat and drank wine, but they shamelessly took away our last grain.


    We have no other extravagance. We just want to live, but when we stretch out our thin hands and want to beg for some alms, they ruthlessly close the door!


    Do we still have to beg? Do we watch our wives and children starve to death? We are the children of the Lord. The Lord''s anger has burned to the sky. Will we only cry cowardly?


    Can you still clench your fists? Can you still take up arms? Will you follow me to fight under the blessing of the Lord? "


    Moritz stood trembling at the head of the city when he heard the response of the refugees.


    He''s not the only one shaking.


    Cherdan quietly left the city and came to the north of parrot city. There was also a group of refugees gathered here, with a number of about 10000. It seemed that he wanted to make a clear distinction with Wilkins.


    Cheerdan went into a shack, where more than a dozen people were baking. The fire was very hot, but those people trembled very badly.


    They are believers of ancient gods. Under the siege of God punishers, they were forced to escape into the refugee team. With their unique ability, they formed a team and became the leader of the refugees. They thought they could do something and even dreamed of building an army, but they have become the worst people since Wilkins appeared.


    After a few days in the refugee team, cheerdan became one of them. Among these people, only one believer of Adonis, the God of plants, reached the third level, and cheerdan was also the third level, so he had a high position among them.


    Cheerdan sat down by the fire, breathed into the palm of his hand and whispered, "did you hear? Wilkins is going to do it."


    "Just heard," a man replied, "it seems to be tomorrow night."


    "What shall we do?" said another man. "If they break the gate, shall we follow into the city?"


    "Are you crazy? Wilkins is a divine messenger. He will never let us go!"


    "What can we do? When the city gate is broken, these refugees will abandon us and follow them into the city. Without these refugees, Wilkins will attack us!"


    The people quarreled endlessly. The third-order believer yosuf looked at cheerdan and said, "do you have any good ideas?"


    Che Erdan was silent. Yosuf took him aside and whispered, "they are all fools, but I know you are a smart man. Show us a way to live."


    Che Erdan looked around. No one was eavesdropping. He whispered, "are all your people devout believers of ancient gods?"


    "There are a few who are not pious. If you are worried that they will do bad things, I will try to kill them."


    Cherdan nodded and lowered his voice again: "have you heard of count kretsch munchke?"


    "Yes, Wilkins'' nemesis."


    "He is our way out, the only way out."


    "Do you want us to go to the seven star mountain?" yosuf hesitated for a moment, "but I heard that it was about to be captured by the divine Punisher."


    "We have 10000 people. We can fight. As long as we help him defeat the punisher, he will take us in."