A sneeze destroys a magical civilization

In the era of cold weapons, no other type of soldiers could generate such a huge momentum as the cavalry charge, and at the same time cause a devastating blow to the enemy's morale.

Especially the knights who were all wearing heavy armor, just like the heavy tanks in modern warfare.

Unless the trenches were dug in advance, even the dense phalanx of long spears, which was the most effective against cavalry, would find it difficult to withstand the terrifying impact of the whistling.

Because soldiers are people, not machines, facing a behemoth weighing more than half a ton, any normal person would instinctively feel fear.

When seeing comrades around them being stabbed to death by lances, knocked to death by horses, or trampled to death, they are very likely to be driven by the desire to survive and turn around and run away.

So in many cases, knights and entourages are often organized to charge and defeat the enemy and win.

Looking at the soldiers in front of the army who were facing the aristocratic coalition cavalry and causing a large-scale commotion at the moment, you will know how effective this simple and crude tactic is.

You have to know that these people are not mercenaries with loose discipline, nor are they those militias who were temporarily recruited, but the main regular army that Zuo Si spent a lot of effort to build.

Although they may still lack training and combat experience due to the short time of formation, their discipline and loyalty are absolutely beyond doubt.

There are even many people who are not afraid of death at all in order to fight for a future, and they were extremely brave in previous battles.

But now facing the turbulent mass charge of heavy cavalry, they still feel frightened involuntarily.

The only thing worth praising is that they did not collapse or run away. Instead, they set up a dense forest of guns that made people's scalps numb just by looking at it, preparing for the upcoming impact.

Just when the distance between the two sides was getting closer and closer and about to collide, the cavalry rushing out from the flank finally raised dust to attract the attention of the other side.

"Look! It's the enemy's cavalry!"

The eyes of a noble knight lit up instantly.

Because in his opinion, attacking a group of infantry composed of tenants, mercenaries and serfs would be a complete loss of honor even if they won. Only cavalry fighting cavalry was what real men should do.

Moreover, if they let these cavalry attack their flanks, they would be attacked by both infantry and cavalry at the same time.

No matter from which perspective, they should first defeat the opponent's cavalry.

"Turn around! Everyone turn around!"

Accompanied by the shouts of the noble knights, the flag bearer raised the flag in his hand and waved it vigorously, guiding the following companions to turn around.

If you stand on a high place, you can clearly see that thousands of heavy armored cavalry suddenly turned sharply less than 60 meters away from the infantry phalanx, leaving the latter who were waiting in full battle array at a loss.

But fortunately, the infantry phalanx of the noble coalition army that followed the knights to attack appeared in the field of vision immediately afterwards.

The officers had no time to think about it, and immediately shouted to the crossbowmen behind them: "Everyone, get ready! Three volleys!"

Accompanied by the creaking sound of the bowstring being pulled, thousands of arrows immediately flew into the air and drew a beautiful parabola, and then fell on the enemy's head like raindrops.

As we all know, the war in the cold weapon era was fought on the degree of organization, so for the infantry, nothing was more important than maintaining the formation, so the soldiers of the noble coalition did not advance fast.

If they had shields in their hands, it would be better, at least they could hold them up to resist round after round of arrows, but those who had no shields and held spears and lances were in a miserable situation.

Although they were basically wearing chain mail, it was impossible to kill them with the power of arrows, but it was inevitable to see blood and get injured.

In particular, the wounds torn by arrows would cause severe pain and keep bleeding.

The wailing sounds they made when they fell to the ground would continue to hit their morale.

Some infantry phalanxes with serious lack of discipline and training even began to retreat.

Because they had seen the catapults and crossbows erected in the rear, they knew that the shields in their hands were completely useless against such powerful weapons, and basically they would die if they were touched or rubbed.

Fortunately!

Duke Bram was not an idiot after all. He immediately waved his hand and asked his long-range army to push forward, trying to suppress Zuo Si's army through arrows, crossbows and catapults.

The infantry of both sides started a traditional battle.

The only difference was that Zuo Si's side was an integrated army that had been reorganized, so when he gave an order, his officers would execute it without hesitation.

The coordination between the noble coalition forces was relatively poor, and there were often problems with the front and back being disconnected.

After all, they were not under the same command system.

In addition, the nobles always subconsciously had the habit of preserving their strength, and the internal relationships were complicated. It was not certain who would have conflicts with whom, so although there were many people, their combat effectiveness was not very strong.

When the infantry phalanxes began to fight hand-to-hand, many noble private armies showed signs of collapse and escape.

On the contrary, the soldiers on Zuo Si's side began to realize that the infantry of the noble coalition was just a bunch of show-offs and soft persimmons, so they became more and more courageous and advanced and retreated freely under the command of the grassroots officers. They often let the phalanx in the center slowly retreat and then ordered the two wings to rush to form a concave semi-encirclement.

By constantly squeezing the opponent's range of activities, they caused more casualties.

With stricter discipline, coordination and excellent battle formations, the front battlefield was almost suppressing the opponent.

If it weren't for the numerical disadvantage, this mob could be defeated in a few dozen minutes at most.

In contrast, the cavalry duel that had already begun on the plain outside the main battlefield seemed particularly strange.

Because the lightly armed cavalry under Zuo Si had no intention of confronting the opponent head-on, but turned around and ran immediately after provoking them, while running, they also cut open the sacks hanging on both sides, allowing the sharp triangular iron nails to roll to the ground along the gap during the run.

Once all the triangular iron nails were lost, the cavalry in the last row would speed up to the front of the team.

Immediately afterwards, the cavalry in the last row would repeat the actions they had done before.

And this kind of kite flying is not a straight line, but a constant change of horses and circles with the advantage of speed.

Not long after, the noble knights and their followers found that they had not only exhausted the horses' physical strength in the pursuit, but also were trapped in the middle of a man-made field that was not suitable for cavalry combat at all.

"Damn it! These cowards without courage and sense of honor! They actually used such despicable means!"

A noble knight who had just fallen off his horse climbed up to check his warhorse, and found a sharp triangular iron nail stuck in the horse's hoof.

Although the insertion was not deep due to the barrier of the horseshoe and the thick stratum corneum, it had already destroyed the warhorse's running ability.

The most important thing is that the plain was covered with half-human-high weeds that blocked the view, making it impossible to see where these insidious triangular iron nails were hidden.

Not only him, but also nearly two or three hundred knights and followers fell because of the piercing of the horse's hoof.

A few of the more unlucky ones fell headfirst and broke their necks and died on the spot.

"What should we do now? We seem to be trapped here!"

The knight holding the command flag opened his visor and asked his companions with a sullen face.

"What are you afraid of? They are like rats in a sewer. They dare not fight us head-on. Order everyone to dismount and gather. We will clear the weeds and wade out a path bit by bit."

Another noble knight of higher status showed a mocking expression of contempt and disdain.

Obviously, the arrogance and conceit engraved in their bones made them not realize how dangerous their current situation was. They thought it was just a trick of the other party to transfer the cavalry away from the battlefield.

Little did they know that a massacre that could subvert the status of heavy armored cavalry in the era of cold weapons was about to begin.

In order to clear the triangular iron nails hidden in the bushes as much as possible, the noble knights and their followers gathered together to form layers of tight horizontal rows, waving their swords and slowly moving forward.

Once they found iron nails on the ground, they would pick them up and throw them to the sides while cursing.

"Your Majesty, you are really a god of foresight. You predicted all the possible actions of these stupid nobles a few days in advance."

A mercenary leader who followed Zuo Si to attack the noble castle from the very beginning, put on an admiring and worshipful look and complimented excitedly.

Because knights and squires are the most powerful force in the hands of the noble class, a symbol of invincibility, and the foundation on which they rely to maintain their rule.

As long as this cavalry unit that gathers almost all the knights of the entire kingdom is destroyed, the next thing to do is to attack one castle after another, and completely sweep the guys who have ruled this land for more than three hundred years into the garbage dump of history.

When they thought that they could plunder the wealth accumulated by those families for hundreds of years, enjoy the ladies, young ladies, and young masters who they could only look up to before, and listen to their screams and groans in pain, humiliation and despair, all the mercenaries felt that there was a flame burning in their hearts.

After all, before this, although mercenaries could earn quite a lot of money, they were always hated by everyone in society.

The noble lords regarded them as tools, and basically threw them away after use. Some of them would be killed if they did too many shameful things for their employers.

The civilians regarded them as robbers, bandits, and vultures that feed on killing and death.

Some towns would even refuse to provide any services to mercenaries, and even merchants would not sell them supplies.

But now?

Not only did they get the respect they dreamed of, but they could also retaliate against the nobles who looked down on them.

So in the eyes of the mercenaries, Zuo Si was simply the savior and saint sent by God.

In order to avoid making him unhappy, many mercenaries even took the initiative to curb their bad habits such as kidnapping, extortion, and looting.

The reason is also very simple.

You can only get a few dollars by robbing civilians, and there is no big gain from slaughtering and looting nobles and wealthy businessmen related to them.

Although most of them have to be handed over, the remaining ones are enough to feed their greedy appetite.

"It's not difficult.

After all, nobles like this will really affect their IQ if they stay high and mighty for a long time.

What's more, they have not experienced tragic failures.

You have to understand that people are very strange and stubborn creatures. Unless they experience some things personally, they will easily believe them no matter what they hear.

Only when they are knocked to the ground will they wake up.

Now let's take out the grenades and start preparing. As long as the enemy approaches the outer edge of the restriction circle, we will immediately launch waves of attacks.

Remember, you must throw out all the grenades you carry within a short time.

Only in this way can the strongest force of this noble coalition be annihilated to the maximum extent. "

After saying that, Zuo Si gently pinched the belly of the war horse under his crotch, put down his visor and began to slowly move towards the direction of the noble knight and retinue.

At this moment, he was fully armed, and behind him were two terrifying door-panel swords.

Normally, no horse can bear such a terrifying weight.

But Zuo Si used the power of Bato Hell to strengthen the war horse under his crotch. Therefore, this black war horse is already an out-and-out magical creature. Its eyes are flashing with frightening red light, and its teeth are eating grass from the original ones. The molars and incisors have all been transformed into canine teeth that are more suitable for biting.

Therefore, this war horse named "Death" not only did not have any difficulty in carrying a weight of more than one ton, but also walked lightly and looked very relaxed.

Not only that, after it realized that its owner was going to ride on it to fight, it immediately became extremely bloodthirsty, excited, and kept making harsh neighing sounds.

If Zuo Si hadn't been holding the reins, it would have accelerated and rushed out at this moment.

Boom, boom!

Accompanied by the sound and vibration of horses' hooves trampling on the ground, the light cavalry, which had been resting in place for a while, finally started to move again.

Each of them was seen holding a lit torch in one hand, and the other hand was carrying a very rough-looking iron can with an obvious fuse on it.

You don't need to ask to know that this is the earth grenade made by Zuo Si under the guidance of the craftsmen.

Due to the limited power of original gunpowder, the only way to make up for the lack of power was to increase the amount of powder charged.

Each iron can weighs more than three kilograms, has been granulated, and has many small iron pieces stuffed in it to increase splash damage.

Perhaps in the industrial age, these primitive earthen grenades would just make people laugh.

But in this continent where cold weapons are still the mainstream, it is definitely an out-and-out dimensionality reduction attack.

When the noble knights and retinue were about to come out of the area covered with triangular iron nails, the light cavalry immediately began to accelerate and roar to charge.

"Mount up! Hurry up! They want to attack our formation!"

"Do these cowards finally dare to fight us openly? Then let them do it!"

"The kingdom must win! The nobles must win! Kill all these disgusting mud-legged people and leave no one behind!"

"The glory belongs to us!"

…

Along with the shouts all day long, the noble knights and their retinues quickly remounted their horses and formed an attack formation, intending to show off this group of light cavalry who did not even know life and death and did not even have vests.

But soon, they paid a heavy price for underestimating their enemies.

Because Zuo Si's light cavalry had no intention of attacking at all, but used the speed of sprinting to light the fuse and throw out the explosives in their hands. Then they turned and ran in a circle like the kite heavy cavalry before, adjusting their direction and lighting the next grenade.

"Ah!!! Damn it! What the hell is this?"

A knight screamed after being hit on the head by a grenade falling from the sky.

After all, the weight of three kilograms plus the acceleration caused by the sprint of the war horse will definitely not be very painful when hit on the body.

Thanks to the quality of the helmet, it successfully blocked the attack after being dented.

The knight who was hit felt a little dizzy.

Just when he lowered his head to see what the "hidden weapon" that sneaked up on him was, a thick smoke and pungent smell suddenly came from the crotch of the war horse.

The next second...

boom! ! ! ! ! ! !

The knight and his horse were directly lifted up into the air three to four meters high by the shock wave generated by the explosion, and spun around before falling back to the ground with a bang without moving.

During the rotation, the unprotected horse's belly burst open, and its intestines, plasma and other internal organs were scattered, forming a spectacular blood mist.

Countless small pieces of iron collided with other knights and followers around them at extremely fast speeds during the explosion.

Most of them were blocked by the armor, but some fish that slipped through the net were still embedded deeply into the fragile flesh along the gaps.

Others were killed or stunned by the shock wave generated by the explosion.

In addition, there are cases where war horses are frightened and run away, throwing the rider off his back and trampling him to death.

In short, in just five or six minutes, the scene was completely in chaos.

Because the noble knights who had never seen the power of hot weapons did not know how to deal with this situation. Some even had never seen black powder and thought it was some kind of evil witchcraft or magic, and instantly lost their will to fight.

And those who recognized it as a gunpowder explosion and wanted to resist desperately were forced to run around because their horses were frightened.

If you are lucky enough, you may be able to escape from the area full of triangular iron nails, but most of them will step on the iron nails and fall to the ground when the horses are frightened and run around and become lambs to be slaughtered.

The light cavalry who threw away all the grenades directly picked up the lances dropped by the enemy on the ground, began to hunt down these lone knights and followers, and crucified them one by one on the endless plain.

No mercy!

No mercy!

No need for prisoners!

Some are just ruthless killings!

Especially after losing the war horse, the invulnerable heavy armor completely became a burden, constantly consuming the little remaining physical strength.

Some knights and retinues also wanted to form a dense circular formation to resist the impact of the light cavalry.

But whenever they gather to a certain number, a grenade will inevitably fall from the sky and blow them to pieces.

"No! No! No! How is this possible? We actually lost to an army of untouchables!"

The noble knight holding the command flag looked at his companions falling one after another, and his entire emotional and psychological defenses collapsed.

"Untouchables?

Do you think your blood is so noble?

If you trace back hundreds of years, your ancestors may be the chieftains or warriors of a barbarian tribe.

Because the empire established by the Overlord Garselik suddenly collapsed overnight, you seized the opportunity to seize this land and become kings.

The so-called feudal system and feudal aristocracy are essentially the result of mutual compromise when the barbarian tribes turned from barbarism to civilization.

What's more, from a physiological structure, there is no essential difference between nobles and civilians, and they can get hurt and die just the same.

So What gives you the confidence to make you feel that nobles are superior to commoners?

Is it this almost invulnerable full body armor?

Or the monopoly of land, wealth and violence?

Believe me, all of this will become vulnerable in the face of gunpowder and hot weapons.

Bullets and shells will easily penetrate the most reinforced armor, and the energy brought by chemical explosions will tear apart the feudal system that has enveloped this continent for thousands of years.

And I am the one who brings change. "

Accompanied by a slightly mocking voice, Zuo Si finally appeared in front of the other party.

At present, he held two door-panel swords, and the blades and the swords were completely stained red with sticky blood, and even some places were hung with meat that was not sure whether it was intestines or other internal organs.

The warhorse under his crotch was swallowing and chewing the flesh and blood torn from the corpse without any concealment.

"You... are you the prince of a foreign country?"

The noble knight was obviously frightened by this hellish scene, and he and his companions around him held their weapons tightly.

"Yes, it's me.

Didn't you keep shouting about courage and glory before?

I'll give you a chance to prove yourself now.

Come on, pick up your weapons and attack me.

As long as you kill me, you can win everything, even the victory of this war.

Don't worry, I'll stand here and never move a step, let alone run away."

As he said, Zuo Si shook off the blood stains on his sword with a very relaxed movement.

The surrounding mercenaries quickly gathered together and put on a posture of watching a good show.

Because they have seen more than once how terrifying the strength of the master they are currently loyal to is, they are not worried at all about what waves these thirty or so frightened enemies can stir up.

"Go! Kill him!"

A sturdy noble knight couldn't resist the temptation first, and rushed up with the mace in his hand.

His tactics were simple, that is, to break the exposed knees of the warhorse to make Zuo Si fall off the horse's back, and then surround him with others to capture him.

Finally, he used this noble hostage as a threat to escape.

I have to say that his idea was beautiful, but the reality was very bleak.

Before he could get close, a big sword chopped down on his head.

Because the speed was so fast, the burly noble knight didn't have time to react at all, and he was split in half with his armor on the spot.

Puff!

Blood spurted out more than two meters high from the broken artery, and then the two halves of the body slowly fell to the ground.

Because his head was not chopped off, his consciousness was always clear. Before he died, he saw his half-divided body, and his face was full of horror and disbelief.

He couldn't understand at all how his thickened steel shoulder guards that were enough to withstand the impact of the lance were cut as easily as butter.

But now none of this matters.

Due to the loss of blood supply, brain cells soon began to shock and die in large numbers, and finally lost consciousness and took his last breath.

Under the breeze, the pungent smell of blood was immediately smelled by the other knights and followers. Coupled with the visually impactful scene, several people with poor psychological tolerance began to vomit involuntarily.

It was not that they could not stand the bloody killing, but the physiological reaction caused by excessive tension.

The mercenaries who watched the excitement applauded and praised: "Your Majesty, your swordsmanship is getting better and better. Maybe next time you can try to cut off the man and the horse together. I believe that the scene will be very spectacular."

"Come on.

Warhorses are important resources, and I have no grudge against horses. Why should I kill them too?

On the contrary, these worm-like garbage nobles should be wiped out without a single one left."

As the last word came out, Zuo Si suddenly urged the hell warhorse to rush up, and slaughtered these knights and followers who were trapped in place with an unmatched attitude.

Under the attack of the two door-panel swords, whether these guys used shields to block or raised their weapons to parry, it was all meaningless.

In the blink of an eye, they were slaughtered like chopping melons and vegetables, leaving only broken limbs and arms all over the ground and blood falling like raindrops.

After doing all this, he turned around and said to the herald: "Blow the horn immediately, wave the flag and call back all the cavalrymen who have dispersed to pursue to change their clothes. I will only give you fifteen minutes to change your clothes and horses, and launch a general attack in fifteen minutes."

"Understood!"

The herald raised the flag in his hand without saying a word, and signaled another person next to him to blow the low horn.

Woo-woo-woo--

When the low sound began to echo in the sky above, all the scattered light cavalry immediately stopped all actions, even discarded the captured horses, weapons and armor, and turned around and ran to the rear of their own army.

At this moment, the difference between discipline and lack of discipline was vividly demonstrated, even those mercenaries who were used to being free and undisciplined were no exception.

Because they knew that these things would not run away if they were thrown here.

On the contrary, it was more important to launch a general attack to defeat the enemy in one breath and completely conquer the entire kingdom.

Once the power of the nobles completely collapsed, both wealth and power would become easy to obtain.

Just as the cavalry returned to their own army and began to put on their equipment, Hemmit, who replaced Zuo Si to command the infantry, had learned the result of the cavalry battle. He immediately fell into uncontrollable ecstasy and ordered the adjutant beside him: "Go inform the artillery! Hit hard!"

"As you wish!"

The adjutant, knowing that victory was in sight, was also very excited, and without saying a word, he put up a bright red flag.

The impatient artillery officer repeatedly confirmed the attack signal in less than two seconds, shouting at the top of his voice: "Load the gunpowder! Load the gunpowder quickly! It's time for us to show our performance! If anyone fails at this critical moment, I will punish him to clean the toilet for a month."

But the officer's worries were obviously unnecessary.

As the relatively safest branch of the army at present, the artillery does not need to consider too much. Just load the gunpowder and put the shells in according to the process, and finally ignite the fuse.

After all, calculating distances and surveying angles are too complicated for this group of illiterate and semi-literate people.

So all they had to do was to level the muzzle and fire at the enemy infantry phalanx in front.

As the fuse was ignited and made a hissing sound, several heralds on horseback immediately ran wildly between the army formations, shouting at the top of their lungs: "Get out of the way! Everyone on this line, get out of the way! If you don't want to die!"

In just a few seconds, passages quickly opened up in the originally dense formation, and behind the passages were the dark bronze muzzles.

When the fuse burned out completely, a deafening roar and vibration swept across the entire main battlefield.

Although there were only twelve bronze cannons in total, and all the solid projectiles were fired, the terrifying lethality caused made both the enemy and us feel terrified.

Because the infantry phalanx of the noble coalition was very dense, when the shells were fired, a bloody storm immediately ensued, and all the unlucky people who blocked the way of the shells were either killed on the spot or had their legs and hands broken.

Whether it was a shield or armor, it was no different from paper in front of such a powerful projectile.

Most importantly, the shells opened gaps in the enemy's army one after another.

While the noble coalition was stunned by this terrible weapon that they had never seen before, the artillerymen had completed the process from cleaning the barrel to the second round of strengthening.

As the fuse made a hissing sound again, some noble lords finally came to their senses and turned around and ran like crazy.

As they ran, their private army would naturally follow them.

But before they ran a few steps, the shells arrived as expected, tearing the dense square into pieces again.

If the first bombardment was because they did not react, so not many people escaped, then the second bombardment was equivalent to waking them up completely, and they no longer had any fighting spirit, and began to flee in a hurry.

Hemit keenly observed this and quickly issued a pursuit order.

At the same time, the cavalry led by Zuo Si also finished changing their gear and launched a massive charge from both wings, crushing the last few stubborn resistance.

As for the rest, they just followed and chased and expanded the results.

When the cavalry with explosive morale rushed into the camp of the noble coalition, Duke Bram and many noble lords did not have time to escape at all, and were blocked on the spot.

Because the main battlefield collapsed so quickly, they did not have time to figure out what happened.

In addition, there happened to be a few knights who escaped back and told their experiences, causing many people to be in a state of shock and loss of consciousness.

Seeing the panic of the noble lords, Zuo Si killed a guy who looked like a bodyguard and asked with a sneer: "Your Excellency the Duke, is this what you call the real power of the kingdom?

I have to say that I am extremely disappointed.

Because your poor performance made me feel that this game was not difficult at all, and I was almost asleep out of boredom.

Especially those knights and followers, they are just like a group of spoiled children, not aware of the danger and lacking vigilance.

To be honest, this country has survived until now and has not been destroyed, thanks to the excellent matching mechanism of this continent.

Are you ready to welcome the coming of the end of the world now?"

As the last word came out, the faces of the noble lords present changed drastically.

Because they know that this foreign prince will not play a war game between nobles with them. Even if he loses, his life will not be in danger. At most, he can return to the family territory and make a comeback by paying a ransom.

After a half-minute of silence, Duke Bram mustered up the courage to cautiously test: "Do you really want to kill us all?

If there are no nobles, who are you going to use to help you rule this country?

Those businessmen, craftsmen and other citizens?

They are all a group of heretics, and they have no loyalty at all.

On the contrary, we can quickly help you consolidate your rule over this country.

We are willing to serve you as king and swear allegiance to you and your descendants."

"Hahahaha!

Sorry, I don't need your loyalty, I just need your hands

As for the crown, I will take it myself.

As for loyalty, I don't care about these boring things at all.

Because loyalty itself comes from interests.

As long as I can satisfy their interests, these people will always be loyal to me.

So please die in peace.

Don't worry, at most a few weeks to a few months, I will send all your servants, wives, and children to accompany you.

After all, the most important thing for a family is to be neat and tidy. ”

Zuo Si laughed and sentenced all the noble lords present to death.

In his opinion, the feudal system is the most primitive, backward, and laziest way of ruling among all the ways of ruling, and it may be only a little stronger than the tribal system.

The biggest advantage is that the cost of ruling is relatively low, and the political structure is also extremely simple. The king only needs to maintain a good relationship and balance with several large families to make his position as stable as Mount Tai.

But the disadvantages are too numerous to count, and the social governance ability and organization are so low that it is maddening.

As an emperor who wanted to conquer this continent, how could Zuo Si choose feudalism as his base, so he waved his hand directly.

The cavalrymen behind him understood instantly, raised their spears and rushed forward, killing the former supreme rulers of these kingdoms on the spot, or beheading, strangling, or nailing them to the racks after capturing them.

Anyway, ordinary soldiers might still have a chance to survive, but those with noble blood would rather kill a thousand by mistake than let one go.

With the annihilation of the noble lords, the battle that determined the fate of the kingdom finally came to an end.

The remaining trivial matters such as cleaning the battlefield, providing treatment for injured soldiers, and burning and burying corpses to prevent plague obviously did not require Zuo Si to personally ask.

He sat directly in the tent of the noble coalition, looking at the blood-stained map, and asked without looking back: "How long do you think it will take to attack these castles and manors now?"

"Well... I think it will take at least two months.

Although most of the troops in these places have been withdrawn, just organizing the servants can rely on the terrain advantage to resist.

As far as I know, a great noble like Duke Bram can have hundreds or even thousands of servants.

Of course, if you use explosive barrels or bronze cannons, it's another story.

I don't think any castle gate can withstand this level of explosion."

Hermit stated his judgment directly.

"In that case, let's divide the troops.

Leave 3,000 people to continue to follow me into the capital, and the rest will be assigned to those young officers with potential in units of 1,000.

This is a good opportunity to train them to lead troops independently and accumulate some experience.

As for the bronze artillery, I will not give them for the time being.

But two carts of explosive barrels can be brought to each thousand-man team.

Oh, by the way.

Remember to tell those officers that there is no need to kill all the nobles this time.

You can leave some beautiful women or men who are not so resistant.

I plan to gather them together as a tool for making money.

After all, I believe that there should be many people in this world who are willing to spend a lot of money to taste the taste of those ladies, young ladies and young masters, right?

You must know that after this war, the funds we have on hand have been almost used up.

If we don't find a way to get some money, many reform measures will not be able to be implemented after we completely control this country."

When saying this, Zuo Si's tone revealed naked and undisguised malice towards the entire aristocratic class.

Obviously, he not only wants to kill all the nobles, but also wants to use them as waste and squeeze them out of their marrow.

The reason why he didn't do this before was mainly because he didn't have absolute ruling power, and it would be easy to turn into an internal hidden danger if he stayed.

But now with the defeat of the noble coalition, Zuo Si is already the de facto supreme ruler of this country, and there is no need to worry about the remnants of the nobles causing any trouble.

The next thing to do is to follow the development history of modern Europe on Earth and continue to support the citizen class to step onto the historical stage.

"Are you going to turn them all into prostitutes?"

Hemmit was obviously surprised.

Although some countries on this continent have the tradition of using the wives and daughters of the defeated party as slaves and servants, there are obviously not many who humiliate the entire noble class so blatantly.

Zuo Si smiled and responded: "That's right.

You should still remember how much money I gave to those mercenaries, right?

Now it's time to collect the money back.

Not only will I use these noble prostitutes, but I will also auction castles in various places and give away corresponding titles.

Of course, these titles have no territories, only titles and castles.

How about it, how many people do you think will be willing to pay a lot of gold coins for this? "

Hearing this, Hemmit immediately exclaimed in a joking tone: "Oh my God!

Are you going to empty the pockets of those mercenaries and merchants in one breath?

I bet that many people will go crazy to get a noble title and a castle.

Because this is something they used to be extremely eager for but could not get.

It's a waste of your talent not to do business. "

"No, you are wrong. Am I not doing business now? It's just that I am doing business for the whole country. "

Zuo Si pursed his lips and showed a meaningful smile.

You want to take his money away?

Don't dream!

Spend it wherever you make money.

He has many ways to make these mercenaries willingly pay out all the money they earn from working hard.