Frontier Lord Starts Out With a Population of 0

----Diaz in a newly built position

After the banquet, the demolition of the seized fort became a reality... and at the same time, the construction of the position that Juuha was talking about began... a week passed without anything in particular.

All the volunteers were originally masonry, carpenters and peasants... The work around here is very good, and the work is proceeding smoothly without any particular problems.

We have plenty of food, we don't have to fight, we're doing well with everyone in the settlement....

It seems that this area is rich in rainy water, so I appreciated being able to wash clothes, gear, and body without worrying about water.

Working well, eating well, and spending a clean day… The time until the position is complete will be a perfect vacation for everyone.

………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… Joe, a former carpenter, rushes here with a loud voice.

"Death!Again! The young people of the settlement are here to help!

"Again...

Tell him you're welcome to help me with the settlement work!

When I did so, Joe nodded, turning his heel and rushing back in the direction where they appeared to be.

The numbers aren't so large, but the young people in the settlement have been helping us to make positions, as they have every day lately... too often, and I'm worried that the settlement job is going to be okay.

There seems to be a lot to gain from learning how to cut stones from masonry, learn how to make wood from carpenters, learn how to forge from blacksmiths... so if you neglect your field work, there will be no children.

Some of them seem to be joining Juuha in the north... I wonder what they're doing.

----General, the great eastern fortress.

(Oh, my... how long will these hellish days last...?

Today is another week... until the heavily armed cavalry returns, three weeks at the earliest...)

Murmuring in his chest was a fine man whose dark hair had begun to thin and was firmed with perfume.

Wearing the finest iron armor in the mindset of the permanent battlefield, and putting an iron helmet so that it can be worn at any time on the immediate side... a practical iron sword is lowered on the waist.

A room in a stone fort... except for a small window in a stone-covered office, where a man in such a costume turns to a modest desk... and rings a modest chair again.

(It is good that everything around the fort has been dropped... as long as this fort remains.

Even if only a handful of untrained soldiers ran away... it wouldn't be so bad to think that the number of Abandoned Tokens increased as the number of troops increased.

But those two... those two who call themselves the warriors and wisdom generals!All I can say is that it's a tragedy that I've been falling back without losing my life!!

Warriors and wisdom generals, men who have attained that position with only a little credit for the personality of the house.

For men who have risen up to this point with proven strength and merit, they are natural enemies and incompatible beings…… However, the laws of the Empire stipulated that men and their two are qualified generals.

I can't despise or rule it out anymore... or give orders.

We need to 'discuss' everything in the future.

The Emperor's laws prescribe that the Emperor must, after listening to their opinions and respecting them, decide on his future policy, and above all abide by the Emperor's laws, even though he is the one who should have entrusted the fort to His Majesty.

The Warlord shouted for revenge on Diaz, who had defiled the proud horseman with his cowardly hands, and immediately spreading the shock across the army.

The wisdom general kept saying that he should take the measures he had thought about... he should implement measures that were too circular to know whether they were effective.

I don't hesitate to listen to this opinion with the idea that my own fault is in my own hands.

The opponent is an infantry soldier... and all the volunteers are untrained.

... I suppose they'll just have to kick each other with a cavalry.

Though the number has decreased… Though the repression of the rebellion will reduce it somewhat, all the heavily armed cavalry belonging to this fort will be 2,000 cavalry.

If you had even returned half of them, I could have kicked all my enemies in a single assault...

... but the heavy cavalry is all this man's gesture.

If you do that, you will not be in the hands of a warrior, nor of a wise warrior... you will not be able to snow the stigma of a fortress fall.

For those reasons, the Warrior General and the wise general have been disturbing the man for the past week by making noise and rioting...

(Perhaps it would be better to kill her.

Keeping those two alive would be harmful to the Empire... and of no benefit.

We can cover up as much as we want in this fort.

If you report that the small fortress was destroyed and killed in battle, you won't get any further scrutiny....)

The air in the fort today is the worst.Worried about the food, which was never a lot between the original soldier and the crippled soldier, they repeated clashes such as fighting and yelling at each other as they did every day.

Those two won't let me do it if I don't control it, and in some cases I have to punish some soldiers.

In order to maintain the fort and eliminate the enemy forces, their presence is obviously... unnecessary.

Where the man made up his mind... loud and hard to hear, the arguments between the two men approached this office from across the hall.

They're still motivated today by that barren argument.

The argument to escape the responsibility placed upon him… not for the Empire or victory, but just for his own sake.

That appearance made the man's determination strong again... so the man slowly stood up to welcome the two men, the warriors and the men who proclaimed themselves wise men.

----Two weeks later, Diaz was in a position that was almost finished.

After finishing the embankment, everyone marches on it, compacts it, shapes it well, and carries the materials of the dismantled fort... piles up and assembles the materials in a way that is not so bad.

Somehow, one day, I proceeded to the point where I thought it would be okay to be attacked by the cavalry.

... Juuha and the others who hadn't shown themselves for a while show up in the empty wilderness across the fort.

Juuha and the others seem to be digging down south while digging into the ground... or they seem to have been digging down south from here somewhere, without even looking at us.

"... ahh, I see.Is that so...?

Juuha is going to find a source of water somewhere and pull the river from there to here. "

Klaus, who was watching the sight next to me, raised his voice... and I turned my neck back.

"River? What the hell are you pulling a river for?

"You're pulling the river, you're pulling the water... and you're going to moisten that area.

If the ground becomes moist, the cavalry will lose its mobility... especially if the heavily armed cavalry doesn't thrust well. "

"Oh, I see...

That's how you poke me with a spear when I told you to get ready to slow down.

Let me run off with a spear... and I might be able to win. "

When I say so, Klaus nods with a smile... and flies over everyone in the finish of the position.

I watched it... and then I watched Juuha and the others, but what would I do if I were to avoid the moist area or if I were to be bypassed?And tilt your neck.

From the north to the south, it is a fairly large position... but with the cavalry's maneuverability, it is possible to bypass... and attack the settlement as it is.

If that happens, everything will be ready to go to jail... but what the hell is Juuha going to do about it?

With such thoughts and thoughts, I have troubled my head a lot... well, stop thinking that Juuha would do everything well and turn back my heel.

The break is over, because it doesn't mean we can't talk about this position before the detour, so we have to get back to the hard work that we're good at many times and dozens of times.