European Emperor Cultivation System

Chapter 82
"Hmph, what am I hesitating about? Why do I have to worry about such things now?"

Li Peijun was freed from the struggle, looked at the dark figures below, and gave the order to march into Honfleur.

Before I knew it, it had been almost a month since I came to this era.During this month, I have perfectly integrated into it in terms of life customs, but now my thoughts are showing signs of integration.

Is this a mental step backwards?Is it the body that forces the soul to merge perfectly with it?No, this is the eternal truth and law of the world. I have never experienced it in the previous world, just because I can't perceive it in my environment, not because it doesn't exist.

"Bruno, are you okay?" Bernard came up on horseback, with a piece of cloth wrapped around his chest to cover the previous bruise.

"I'm fine, speed up the march." The overall speed of the Zou Shenjian troops slowed down, and Li Peijun had to speed up his pace.

The flames of war in Honfleur finally showed signs of cooling down as the night fell, and neither side retreated, but just set up a distance apart.

Neither Kovic nor Werther knew what was happening on the outer battlefields. No nobleman would believe that an untrained motley army of 300 men could conquer five fiefs in a row in one day, including a steep castle.

"General, all the taxes will be collected tomorrow, what is Witte going to do with it?"

Under the faint candlelight, several figures silhouetted against the remaining fire were discussing the next action in a not-so-spacious room.

Kovic drank all the wine in the bowl, biting the air-dried meat to satisfy his hunger, and fought for a day. Although the battle lasted for a long time, it was not intense at all. Both sides tacitly fought back and forth. There was no large-scale exchange of fire.

"Now is not the time. Our strength is not enough to crush all the nobles. As for Werther, the rebel, he should just want to get some oil and water. Be strict these few days and don't let him take advantage of it."

Kovic obviously didn't know that Witte's goal this time was to completely kill the rebel Kovic, and he didn't know that Witte had already reached an alliance agreement with the city lord of Harfleur, and he didn't even know that his periphery had fallen into the enemy's hands. hands.

Honfleur had been attacked by pirates many times before, and the merchants in the city suffered heavy losses. The previous city lord Megne suspended the collection of taxes in order to appease the people, but passed the financial gap to the local nobles.

Kovic, who was deeply dissatisfied with this, poisoned Mene and launched a military coup to seize the power of Honfleur and restore the previous taxation, but the old men in the city did not buy it and resisted. Behaviors occurred in such a way that Kovic was forced to garrison the city with troops.

Kovic is a Physiocrat at heart, and has a negative attitude towards businessmen who are more mobile and difficult to manage. This is why they pay lightly and lightly in the fiefs, but tyranny in the cities collects money.

"Hurry up tomorrow, I don't want to stay in this rotten place for another quarter of an hour." Kovic leaned back on the chair, closed his eyes and took a nap.

Witt's army was temporarily stationed in a noble fief outside the city. It is difficult to provide accommodation for such a large army in such a small territory. Many knights stayed in the church, some were praying, and some were directly leaning on the stone pillars on the rest.

"Do you know the situation at Bruno's side?" Werther asked anxiously.

The spies who sent out shook their heads repeatedly. Due to the limited time, they only detected the territory near Harfleur, and found no signs of fighting or marching.

"Where did this guy go?" Werther couldn't figure out this question. It is reasonable to say that Harfleur's army should have exchanged fire with the nobles here at this time, so why is there no movement at all.

With dim vision and simple detection, Werther can only guess three situations:

[-]. Harfleur's reinforcements have successfully occupied the surrounding periphery and are resting in the garrison.

[-]. Harfleur's reinforcements were defeated and retreated.

[-]. Harfleur's reinforcements never reached the territory of Honfleur, and he was put together.

"When the weather gets better tomorrow, let's go in and take a closer look, and see what's going on on the original land there."

Witte seemed a little anxious. After all, this was related to the success or failure of the entire war, and the current status and position of the support army was crucial.

After the scouts clicked, they saluted and left. Werther couldn't imagine that this army had perfectly resolved all the battles on the periphery at this moment, and was preparing to join forces with him in a mighty way, preparing to complete the final siege.

Even if a motley army of 300 people conquered all the fiefs one by one, it would normally take at least 3-5 days.In Werther's view, with just one day's effort, this army's ability to take advantage of the battle situation in the front-line fiefdom battle is already the greatest support for him.

The answers to all the mysteries will not be revealed until after dawn. If it is confirmed that Harfleur's reinforcements have been defeated, there is no need for him to continue fighting.Thinking of this, the irritable Werther couldn't help stuffing dried salted fish into his mouth to calm himself down.

"Hey buddy, I've got something cool for you."

The door was kicked open suddenly, and Werther pressed the handle of the sword tightly, but after discovering that it was Conte, he relaxed his vigilance and lifted his guard.

"I said you, when is it, and you are still thinking about these things of eating, drinking and having fun. If you hadn't gone to grab that batch of luggage today, would we have been so passive? Don't dare to say anything else, at least the original garrison in the city It was cleaned up."

Werther slightly complained about Conte's behavior today, his dissatisfaction was written on his face, and his resentment was expressed in his words.

"I bet, after you have seen this thing, you will turn to appreciate my wit today." Conte still greeted me with a smile on his face, holding two embroidered bags the size of a palm in his hands.

"Isn't this just a bug? There's nothing unusual about it. There are no fewer trees than this in any tree in the forest."

Werther took one of them, and gently opened the mouth of the cloth bag. At first, he thought it was a rare treasure, but he found that what he could see was a pile of snow-white bugs. .

"This is not an ordinary bug. The silk it spins can make a lot of beautiful clothes." Although Kante has a lot of knowledge, he doesn't know the name of silk, and it's just called beautiful clothes in general.

The snow-white insect in front of me is a silkworm, an essential raw material for making silk.

Originally, silk was only a special product of China. Later, after two foreign monks brought silk cocoons to Europe in the sixth century of the park, successive great lords also began to try to raise silkworms and reel silk, and the silk technology in Europe also developed rapidly. develop.

During the Tang and Song dynasties, Chinese silk was not as popular as before, and the main bulk commodities in foreign trade were replaced by more competitive porcelain and tea.

Werther cursed: "It's better to make a few sets of solid armor for beautiful clothes."

Conte shrugged and said, "Don't forget about it, anyway, there is still a car outside, and it's all mine."

"That's all, anyway, you said before that you want to share half of it with me, and I'll take the half and sell it for money, don't want it for nothing." Witt changed his mind again.

"Hey, you guy, you're clever." Conte smiled.

"Report, an unknown number of troops have been found outside." The guard in charge of vigilance reported.

(End of this chapter)