Iron Harvest: When Farming Becomes Conquest

This year’s winter was especially cold.

The Holy War Army had deployed three thousand soldiers downstream on the Bro River to prevent Roman’s army from leaving the pass.

That place was originally a desolate wilderness with scattered trees, rarely visited and undeveloped.

Roman had landed there when he plundered Kant Territory, fought with the allied nobles, and waged war against the rebel army.

Three wars, each larger in scale than the last.

People trampled, horses galloped, and the transport units completely cleared the mixed woods, turning it into a simple ferry crossing.

Now, it actually benefited the Holy War Army—just blocking the critical downstream ferry point meant that for dozens of miles along the Bro River, there were no large-scale landing points.

The Holy War Army built a camp here, chopped wood for warmth, and with a supply line from Kant Territory that was very short, taking only three days for deliveries, it was invincible; no army could easily come ashore from the river.

Just as external forces found it hard to break into Origin City, it wasn’t easy for those inside Origin City to come out either.

Hiris was the Garrison Marshal, born of the Divine Mysterious nobility.