Does Chapter 307 need to be translated?

The temple ascetics traveled in a fast riverboat, quickly entering the most scenic part of the Rhine River. The Rhine was flanked by towering cliffs on both sides, allowing the river to flow through winding valleys. Vineyards, churches, and castles were densely packed along the riverbanks.

Qin Mo would sit at the bow of the boat every day in deep thought, and the Holy Maiden would also come to the bow to sit quietly on time. The two would occasionally exchange a few words, but most of the time they would quietly enjoy the scenery. Anyone who didn't know them would think they were a couple enjoying their time together.

When the sailboats arrived at Cologne, a major town on the Rhine, large ocean-going vessels began to appear on the river. They crowded the docks of Cologne, their large holds churning out large quantities of cargo, feeding the hardworking laborers who were loading and unloading.

"Those ships over there are heading to the allied front lines. It seems the Temple and the various kingdoms are preparing for a new round of war, but I don't know if this year will be an offensive or defensive one," Heather explained to Qin Mo, pointing to several ships flying the Temple's double-key flags.

"Oh! These are military rations being transported to the front lines?" Qin Mo had excellent eyesight and could see that the ships were full of grain.

"Yes, those few duchies in the east alone could not support the consumption of nearly a million people in the allied forces. And Frederick, that warmonger, only knows how to fight and always blindly expands his army. If it weren't for the large supply of food from the west, his Prussian kingdom would have collapsed long ago."

Perhaps it was the many days of silent observation of the scenery that made the two familiar with each other. Saintess Heatherine spoke more than usual today, and Qin Mo took the opportunity to ask about a few things she didn't understand, gradually figuring out the basic situation of the Eastern Front Allied Forces.

In a way, the eastern defense system built by the Temple is very similar to the Great Xia's northern wall, except that one is a man-made wall and the other is a defense line built along a naturally formed river.

Each kingdom and duchy had to send a certain number of warriors and knights to the east to fight the orcs. Unlike the Great Xia, if you were unwilling to send men, you could send money. Some people who couldn't afford to eat sold themselves to the temple and various duchies. One meal a day made them cannon fodder, while two meals a day made them the main fighting force.

Among them, the Kingdom of Prussia was definitely the most warlike. Prussia was formerly a duchy, and after a long period of war, it finally formed a distinctive military system and accumulated a lot of cultivators trained by the temple. In Prussia, where soldiers were supreme, all cultivators were conscripted into the army.

After the Prussian army grew in strength, it not only conquered surrounding powers in the east and west, but also answered the call of the Temple to fight the orcs to the death. When they had achieved enough military exploits and accumulated enough prestige, the Temple finally agreed to transform the Duchy of Prussia into the Kingdom of Prussia.

"So, if you put it that way, then Frederick, the King of Prussia, was a hero?" After listening to Heather's story, Frederick, who had conquered vast territories through his conquests, seemed to be the epitome of a hero.

"On the battlefield, yes, but a hero is not necessarily a good king," Saint Heatherine said calmly as she returned to her cabin.

Qin Mo deeply sympathized. Emperor Zhaowu had waged massive campaigns against the orcs in recent years, achieving repeated victories and enjoying immense power. However, the lives of the common people were becoming increasingly difficult. If it weren't for Wang Yushi relying on Qin Mo to amass wealth, he would have collapsed long ago. A warlike king is a blessing to warriors but a nightmare for the people.

Heatherine did not intend to stay in Cologne, even though she could change ships there. Instead, she planned to change ships after reaching Rotterdam on the southern coast of the North Sea, and then head straight to Riga on the Baltic Sea, which is the northernmost point of the front line between the Temple and the Orcs.

The port of Cologne was bustling with activity, many ships moving in and out of the waterways. However, upon seeing Qin Mo and his group's sailboat, they all tried to dodge to the sides, giving them as much space as possible. The temple's riverboats nimbly navigated the waterways, passing by one dock after another.

As they passed a dock, a commotion suddenly broke out. A group of Prussian knights galloped across the dock, ignoring the coolies who were being loaded and unloaded. People were frequently knocked away by the horses' hooves, crying out in pain.

"Hey! They seem to be chasing someone..." Xu Luo muttered, standing next to Qin Mo.

The Prussian knight was indeed chasing a man who was moving very fast, leaping across the docks and trying to evade the poor dockworkers as he fled toward the river.

"Thump!"

The pursued figure finally reached the riverbank and plunged into the water, temporarily escaping the chase.

"Stop the ships...all ships stop...no ships allowed to leave port..."

The leading knight made a decisive decision, and his knights scattered and began shouting at the boats on the river. Some knights dismounted and requisitioned several boats to search the river.

The Prussian military was very powerful at home. With King Frederick as their backer, they could bully even ordinary minor nobles, let alone these merchant fleets. All the ships anchored down and waited for clearance.

Only one boat was still sailing on the entire river, flying the Temple's flag. The crossed keys on the flag symbolized divine authority, and even the powerful Prussian soldiers dared not offend it.

Qin Mo's heart skipped a beat, then she looked at Saintess Heatherine. Heatherine blinked once and then regained her composure, which put Qin Mo at ease.

The Prussian soldiers' search continued, unaware that a figure had escaped by hiding underwater and clinging to the side of the temple's ship.

Navigating a river is not like sailing at sea; it's impossible to navigate at night, as boats are easily grounded. After nightfall, boats must anchor and rest.

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