Proof of the Sun King

"What's wrong? Ryan?"

"Your Majesty, what happened?"

Morgiana, Bertrand, and Davout, who were present, asked almost in unison.

"Two news." Ryan held up the letter, and the king of knights thought for a while, then said: "First, the castle of von Zhukov fell, except for Oleg von Zhukov who led 8,000 people to escape. After the castle retreated towards Wolfenburg, all the remaining imperial troops were killed in battle, the Marshal of Oster, Model, committed suicide, and even Oleg's mother, the Elector's wife Ivana died on the way to break through. Motkin ordered a massacre all over Osterland, the entire castle was razed to the ground, and the massacre continued until I received information that seventy thousand Imperial and Mrs. Keisler died in the massacre on the first day It is said that the tomb of the ancestors of the von Zhukov family was dug up by Motkin... It seems that the rumor is not false, Oleg did destroy his hometown during the Norsca Crusade."

"The army of Chaos, how many are there for Motkin?" Morgiana turned her head and asked Talleyrand.

"About . I'm embarrassed."

"Your Majesty, if this is the case, the situation is very critical." The old guard commander Bertrand approached from behind: "If Motkin really has such a deep hatred for Osterland, then we are almost certain that the next attacker will attack. The target is Wolfenburg, Mr. Talleyrand, how many troops are still in Wolfenburg?"

"Besides the backbone of the Knights of the Bulls and the 8,000 remnants of the army led by Oleg von Zhukov, there are only 30,000 recruits who are undergoing basic training, and they can only advance to the drums for the time being." Talleyrand Leaning on a cane: "I can divide them into three grades, those who collapse at the touch of a touch are superior, those who collapse at the sight of the enemy are medium, and those who flee after hearing the wind are inferior."

"Very good, we have to hurry up." Ryan nodded again and again, and the king of knights then raised the letter: "The second news, not so good, Stiles brought news that the undead in Sylvania have The change, the last vampire count Manfred von Carstein has been resurrected again, and the army of the Styr and Ivey territories cannot move."

"Once again, we can only rely on ourselves." Davout said disdainfully, "Mr. Talleyrand, can't you bring some good news?"

"I'm just a messenger, everyone." Talleyrand said humorously. "The objective facts are not subject to my personal will."

"It's not your turn to deliver the letter, Talleyrand, I know what you're thinking about here." Ryan raised his head, and the King of Knights looked at the high elf coldly, and Talleyrand finally couldn't help revealing it. After a little unnatural expression, Ryan let him go: "But these are irrelevant now. Since you are here, go and help with the logistics and military supplies."

"Yes, Your Majesty, leave it to me!" Talleyrand immediately bowed in agreement, then limped away with a cane.

"What's he doing here?" Morgiana always felt strange that Talleyrand had arrived here.

"He's in a hurry to share the credit." Ryan sneered a few times, then shook his head: "What a cunning person, just like a fox, as soon as he smells the slightest scent, he immediately jumps up to get a piece of the pie. "

"Dividing the credit?" Morgiana was about to say more, but Ryan indicated that it was not necessary to say anything. The King of Knights asked Morgiana, Bertrand, and Davout to prepare. It was only in the morning, and he would spend half a day inspecting the rice. Around Den Stanger, good plan.

On the other side, Talleyrand, who came out of the hall of the earl's castle, had an ugly face. He knew that Ryan saw through his careful thoughts.

This high elf from Osuan really likes the human world and really wants to do something. Since he went to Nur, as Ryan's special envoy, he has long sleeves and good dance. Brittany's interests are exhausted. As the personal adviser of the Imperial Countess and Lane's spokesperson, he not only assisted Emilia in winning court battles, but also accumulated a lot of resources and fame.

But Talleyrand soon realized that these were not enough, far from enough. He Talleyrand wanted to be in the inner circle of the knight king's court, to enter the decision-making circle, or at least to have a place in it, far from enough, why not enough ? To put it simply, the lame man has no military merit!

This can be seen from the body of another bureaucrat, Beria. Beria is not actually a commander who is good at fighting. He and Talleyrand are both bureaucrats in essence, but Beria has military merit! He followed Admiral Ivan all the way to fight, and gained excellent military exploits in the most important Bafengshan Great Expedition. Only then did he find the opportunity to enter Ryan's discernment and show his ability, and finally became a Ugoer. Approved by the knights and nobles!

To put it more simply, with military merit, how could Talleyrand have a retirement treatment in the future! Without military merit, there is only retirement benefits!

A word difference, a world of difference.

That's why Talleyrand insisted that he must deliver the letter in person. The **** with a very keen sense of smell knew that the war was imminent, and Ryan had proved how reliable he was through countless military miracles and brilliant victories, so Talleyrand had to come, He must come in person to condescend to deliver the letter, no matter whether he participates in the war or not, as long as he is in the barracks when the war begins, there will be a fortune for him on the military merit badge! He will also have his share in awarding commemorative medals!

"Okay, where do I start?" Talleyrand began to look for his position on crutches. Soon, he found that the quartermaster of the empire and the quartermaster of Brittany had a quarrel, and the high elves soon I limped closer: "Gentlemen, stop, stop, I'm the special envoy of the King of Knights, De Talleyrand-Maurice-Benister, may I ask for help?"

With the graceful manners and speeches of the high elves, their rich knowledge, their proficiency in the laws of various countries in the human world, and their deep understanding of human nature, it took only three minutes to resolve the conflict between the two sides. The two quartermasters even returned Shake hands apologetically.

"Soldiers have battlefields for soldiers, and I, Talleyrand, also have battlefields that belong to me."

…………I am the dividing line of retirement benefits…………

Just as Talleyrand was wandering in Middenstanger, relying on his identity as the special envoy of the King of Knights to ease most of the contradictions and conflicts within the human coalition, Ryan and Morgiana also started their own investigation, and Ryan only brought In the old guard of a company, and Morgiana only brought her twelve Holy Grail Guards, and just walked in the winter in Midden Land. Although she came out for inspection, Morgiana She still likes the time she can get along with Ryan very much. The witch of the lake **** took a little time to put on a light make-up for herself, and put on a long dress with a grey and cyan moss pattern with a lapel and a fishtail. She wore the lake **** laurel crown on her head. The slits of the long skirt can vaguely see the long pink legs wrapped in ultra-thin and smooth flesh-colored unicorn fleece pantyhose, and a pair of meat silk feet wear milky white pearl strap high heels, Mogiana is riding The unicorn Hilfarn and Ryan went side by side: "Is it always snowing like this in Midden in winter?"

"It's not just Midden, but Nord as well." Ryan said with some nostalgia: "When I was in Nord, the last thing I liked was winter, because it snowed all winter, it was too cold, and there was nothing to do. But my favorite is also winter, which means less slack and less training, and I like to read in front of the fireplace and eat apple pie made by my adoptive mother.”

"Is it an apple pie? I'll make it for you next time." Morgiana became interested, and she thought to herself that she would go back and study how to make an apple pie.

The crowd inspected the barracks of Midden's army, and Ryan looked at the meals of Midden's soldiers and shook his head uncomfortably.

As we all know, the logistics of the Brittany Knights Road army is supplied by the empire, and mainly from the south of the empire, so although the ordinary soldier's food is not very good, barley bread + beer + stew with meat + a small amount of eggs Milk is still plentiful.

But Midden's army is not very responsible for its logistics in the south of the empire. Boris's army, especially those ordinary conscripted soldiers, are black bread + potatoes + cabbage porridge + broth with a little oil and water, that's all , and for the Midden Leaders, who are naturally big eaters, their stomachs grow louder than the roars of wild beasts in the forest at night.

The conscripts are so cheap. The imperial nobles conscript them and manage their meals, but they are very low-quality meals. For the northern part of the empire, the conscripts have no military pay. Only when the mission and war goals are completed, the nobles will pay. Some rewards, and then a pension.

And such cheap levies are indeed the main force used by the Empire to take the lead and carry the line. They will resist the enemy's attack with their flesh and blood, and delay and withstand the enemy's attack for the great swordsmen, musketeers, artillerymen and imperial knights. .

"The pensions Nord and Midden receive are pitifully small. If a conscript dies in battle, the family can receive about five to fifteen silver coins, which is enough to buy a...or half a goat, a sheep. That's fine." Ryan said to Morgiana: "But even so, the nobles can easily get a large number of levies, because the barren land in the north of the empire is destined to not have enough food and clothing."

"Our pension is several times theirs." Morgiana was thinking about something else: "Are we setting it too high? Can it be lowered appropriately?"

"We can't let the soldiers who died for the country shed blood and tears." Ryan said sadly: "For the motherland, they throw their heads and shed their blood, like the knights, the serfs, and everyone. As the king of knights, all I can do is Take care of what's behind them."

"Your Majesty, the soldiers usually eat this kind of food and make a living, but the war is imminent. If you eat this kind of food again tomorrow, you will start to starve in two or three hours." Bertrand walked behind Ryan and said actively: " Are we going to remind Elector Boris?"

"Boris should already be thinking of a way." Ryan took everyone out.

Sure enough, after inspecting the outskirts of the town for more than 40 minutes, Ryan and the others met Boris and his party. The White Wolf Elector was leading a dozen white wolf knights and a dozen cheetah knights (personal guards of the elector family). Knights) and a small number of provincial soldiers, they were entering a farm, and Boris noticed that there were some livestock and chickens and ducks in the farm that had not been slaughtered, so he immediately knocked on the door of the farm with someone.

The gate of the dilapidated farmhouse opened, and a middle-aged woman walked out. She was wearing a turban and a cloak of animal skin. Her blue robe was tightly wrapped, her face was wrinkled and her cheeks were loose. Pitchfork, pointing directly at Boris: "Go away! Go away! Get out of here, you scumbags!"

"Ma'am." Boris was quite polite: "The war is imminent, the soldiers need nutrition, and we need to urgently levy your livestock. Afterwards, we will compensate you for your losses at the same value, please..."

"You have livestock! Ride under your ass!" The middle-aged peasant woman's pitchfork waved again and again, and her proficiency made Ryan not only think about how many Geralts he could take away with this set, but the rice The sturdiness of the peasant woman is really frightening. It needs to be emphasized that she is not facing the Elector Boris alone, but facing dozens of fully armed knights, but she still Maintaining a violent and uncooperative attitude: "I want to feed your soldiers and kill your war horses!"

"Madam, slaughtering the war horse is the last resort, we can't do it." Boris tried to negotiate with the middle-aged peasant woman: "We will make up for your loss, I swear to Urick, let your husband and children come out, I'll talk to them."

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere changed.

The middle-aged peasant woman opened her mouth, she held a pitchfork, tilted her head to forty-five degrees, and looked at Boris as if she were looking at a pile of garbage, she took a deep breath, tears in her eyes: "husband Son? I tell you, noble lord, I have a husband and two sons! But that devil Boris Toddbringer! The soul from hell! He took them all to win his war with the Beastmen The draft is gone, they killed them! Now my wife is left alone! One person!!!"

Boris was stunned.

The White Wolf Elector suddenly felt that his armor was heavy, his shield was heavy, and the weight of Rune Fang almost overwhelmed him. Is he too old to bear this kind of weight?

"Your Excellency the Elector, don't have the same knowledge as this old lady, we can't delay too much time here!" At this time, Boris's adjutant shouted: "Take the things directly, in the name of Yurik, we will compensate her for her losses afterwards! "

"Your Excellency the Elector?" The middle-aged peasant woman's face changed slightly. She looked at Boris Todbringer in disbelief: "They call you an elector? Could it be..."

"Madam, I am that devil." Boris's one eye was mixed with complicated painful emotions: "The soul from **** is pale."

"Very good, very good! Your Excellency the elector, go to hell!" The middle-aged peasant woman copied the pitchfork and stabbed it directly, but Boris was naturally not afraid of the pitchfork as a strong man in the sanctuary, and he directly used his shield to pick up the weapon: "Madam, what are the names of your two sons...?"

"Miller, Thomas." The middle-aged peasant woman seemed to have given up. She said bitterly, "The eldest son went to the front line at the age of twenty-three, and the youngest son was taken away at the age of seventeen!"

"Miller, Thomas, they died in the war with the Beastmen." Boris nodded lightly: "I assure you that their sacrifices have allowed the empire to continue."

"They worked for you, but you **** made them worthless. You rubbish, you mean more to me than that pile of cow dung in the backyard. Get out of here! Get out of here!" The old woman almost cried and told Boris to get out: "Or kill me!"

"Listen, ma'am!" Boris's attitude also became tough, and the White Wolf Elector said angrily: "Of course you have the right to let me get out, but the battle is imminent, the soldiers need nutrition! If you take livestock and poultry Lend it to us and I promise you, I, Boris Todbringer, will avenge your son!"

"Vengeance? Does that make sense? I know the latest news, the empire is full of enemies! Chaos, greenskins, beastmen, everyone said that we are over, Midden is over, the empire is over!" The peasant woman retorted: " The empire is over!"

"No! The empire will not end! As long as there is one son of Uric alive, the empire will always resist to the end!" Boris **** for tat roared in his hoarse voice: "Your husband, your two sons, both He sacrificed his life for the empire to keep the empire standing."

The iron glove hammered the elector's chest plate hard, his voice rough and excited: "I can give my life for this too! All of us are giving our lives to defend the empire! Every year counts Thousands of Denglings have died fighting to defend their homeland, and right on the front lines, millions of Imperials have died in the invasion against Chaos, we are all giving our lives, and you, ma'am, you can't take livestock Lend us and the birds so that the soldiers can have a full meal before the war?!"

The sound of crying echoed in the farm, the middle-aged peasant woman put down her pitchfork, and she wept, tears streaming down the widow's weathered cheeks, and finally frozen into ice beads by Midden's winter.

"Take it, take it all, whatever you fancy, take it all!"

"If you lose, even if you go to hell, I will collect debts from you, I will collect debts from you, Boris Todbringer, I remember your words!"

This scene made everyone's faces show a painful expression, but the imperial army did not stop. They quickly entered the farm to count the number of chickens, ducks, pigs, cattle and sheep, and then took most of them away, leaving only the Several hens.

"If you were in Brittany, Ryan, you would never have been treated like this." Morgiana looked at this scene and emphasized: "The people love you very much, and it has always been that the imperial people only feel bad about war. Pain ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ but we are different."

"That's because I can always win and bring enough war dividends, and I don't over-recruit civilians and cherish the power of the people. In most cases, the war has caused too much suffering for the civilians, whether it is from the enemy, It's still...my own." Ryan said to Morgiana, Bertrand, and Davout: "Therefore, we can't fail, even for these lovely people, we mustn't lose, you know, what you eat, It comes from the people who support us, and we will fight to protect them, to fight for peace, to drive evil out of this land."

All nodded.

"I didn't do what I did at the beginning." Ryan then said to Morgiana: "I must have told you that I defeated the four-armed bull demon with great pains and hardships on Scarville Mountain, but in the end I failed. Only got a bottle of holy oil."

"Yeah." Mo Gianna wanted to ridicule the stinginess of the White Wolf Church, but seeing this scene today, she was speechless and could only respond lightly.

"I didn't realize until very later that it wasn't that the White Wolf Church was unwilling to give it, but the barren land and harsh climate here meant that they couldn't pay enough." Lane's voice was very vague: "Just for the sake of survive."

"It's just for human beings to survive in this dark world."

After inspecting the situation outside the town and making some arrangements, time passed quickly, and everyone took the time to rest.

The next morning, the human army drove out of Middenstanger.

The beastman greenskin coalition has already smelled the smell of human flesh, and the three parties have entered a confrontation.

The trumpet sounded through the earth and sky.

Since the Great Holy War, Midden led the largest general battle, began.