Duke of Francemengo suddenly realized that his life was sad.

First, the supplies were delivered. Originally, the supplies from the rear were delivered in a regular manner: food and grass were delivered every 10 days, expensive and light supplies were delivered every 5 days, and military order letters were delivered anytime.

But now, the wine, ham and oysters that should be delivered to the military camp were not late for two days. Forget about anything else, if the oysters get stuck on the road, they will rot!

"What's going on?" He sent his confidant servant back to investigate. The servant rushed forward and ran for two days, and rushed over in sweat to reply:

"Report to you, Duke Arden's territory is setting up checkpoints along the road! It is said that the plague has been too severe recently, so people and goods must be strictly investigated on the road. Anyone who is sick or who is contaminated with goods will be detained!"

Duke of Franmingo: "…"

"Is this a plague check? This is targeting me! If I pass my orders over and don't open the checkpoints quickly, I will treat them as maliciously detaining military supplies and treat them as rebellious!"

The servant rushed back to deliver the message. The Duke of Francemengo poured himself a glass of three-year champagne, and happily tasted it with ham, then went out to comfort his subordinates:

"There is a little trouble for the transportation of military supplies. If you endure it a little, you will be able to solve it soon... When you come out to fight, you will never be like holding a dance party in the capital. Everything is complete. Everyone should work hard to overcome it..."

The nobles complained. The Duke of Francemengo comforted and comforted each other, and promised to "let us hold a banquet when the supplies arrived, so we can feel comfortable." Finally, he suppressed the people.

After the blast here, we have to visit the chief referee there: after all, although the clergy is hard and simple, the necessary supplies still have to be supplied;

Just like although they strictly observe the precepts and cannot drink heavily, the "water of wisdom" in the shell of the sacred scripture is still essential...

His Excellency the Duke urged him from many sources and finally urged the first batch of supplies. However, the second batch of valuable supplies, including the food and grass that should arrive at the military camp with valuable supplies, was...

"So why is this time? Is the Duke of Ardennes still strictly investigating the plague?"

"It's still under investigation, but the Duke has ordered that the convoy of the Kingdom Army can be let go. However, but..."

“But what?”

The Duke asked anxiously. The attendant changed the center of gravity from the left foot to the right foot, and then from the right foot to the left foot, looking uneasy:

"But in many places, in order to execute orders, roadblocks and horse-rejecting, it is very troublesome to dismantle them one by one. In some places, the roads or bridge decks are simply dug out..."

Duke Franminger's eyes were dark. He dug roads and demolished bridges to block traffic. He could either ride a fast horse or pass by it at will, or just take a little detour, but he was loaded with food and grass trucks...

"Forget it, I'll write him another letter..."

Duke Franmingo sighed. Speaking of which, Duke Arden is also a real-powered duke with a large area of ​​territory. He ranks higher than him in the aristocratic sequence, so people can really ignore him.

The letter was written in the past, and at least it was useful, and the food was sent over stumbled. However, there were more bad news when they came with the grain transport team:

"The female grand duke of Alva ordered a strict investigation, and all people entering the territory were isolated for seven days to ensure that they did not suffer from typhoid fever before they could move around!"

"The Earl of Anjou ordered that all outsiders entering the territory must obtain a certificate of 'no epidemic' from the local church within one day. Otherwise, they are not allowed to take carriages, boats, hotels, and any public places are not allowed to enter!"

"The Duke of Lorraine..."

"The Duke of Lorraine..."

The bad news comes one by one. The Duke of Francemengo was dizzy and wanted to vomit blood:

"Does this group of middle-level barbarians want to rebel?"

Do the great nobles in the central Brolin want to rebel? They have to turn back to the king, or even go to the glorious Holy See, and everyone is fighting with all their might. In front of Duke Francemengo, there are naked real problems:

There is no food and grass!

Military pay is gone!

For food and grass, you can also send troops to plunder, smash every barn, and pry open every cellar. Anyway, the food is heavy and difficult to transfer, and the country bumpkins in the Netherlands cannot transport all the food away;

Military pay is another matter. No matter what the world is, merchants run faster than farmers, and rich run faster than poor people. Farmers are still digging caves in pain and wanting to hide their last bag of food. What about merchants?

It's moist, it's moist eight hundred years ago.

Anyway, it is common for people who do business to run around everywhere. Once the gold, silver and soft materials are packed, they can go wherever they can go!

When Duke Franmingo remembered to search the houses and blackmail the shops, workshops, and workshops to take out gold coins.

"Sorry, this is the property of a certain bishop."

"Sorry, this workshop has been donated to a certain monastery."

"Sorry, this workshop is where the nuns produce sacrificial clothes and tapestries and worship the Lord of Glory. Are you sure... if you can't hand over 100 gold coins in three days, will you close the workshop?"

"The merchants are the most cunning!" Duke of Francemengo bit his steel teeth. No wonder the sacred text says that it is harder for the rich to enter the kingdom of God than a camel through the eye of a needle...

Such a cunning and unlucky person deserves to go to hell after he dies!

No, even if they are alive, as long as they are caught, they will be tied to the stolen rack one by one!

Duke Franmingo cursed hard, cursed hard. After the curse was over, he still had to try his best to raise funds for the soldiers:

There is no way, without military pay, they really don’t work! Not only do they not work, they can also become deserters. No, they go to the surrounding cities and villages to plunder in the name of self-raised military pay...

That's all, they mutiny!

They really dare to mutiny!

The black cavalry in the courthouse is by his side, and the king's army dares to mutiny. Do you believe that? Oh, although the black cavalry in the courthouse does not mutiny openly, they secretly stop working...

The Duke took one hand and beat the other. He hung a few, comforted more, and promised to make up the military pay as soon as possible. Yes, make up for it, plus interest!

He tried hard to write a letter and asked the king for military pay. The first letter had no reply, the second letter had no reply. After seven or eight consecutive letters, he finally waited for the king's news:

No money.

The royal family has no money, the treasury has no money, the government bonds cannot be sold, and the merchants refuse to borrow money. In short, they just have no money.

The country has fallen into a serious financial crisis. I hope the Duke of Franmino can experience the difficulties, take care of himself, and do not increase the burden on the king...

"Is the king declared bankrupt?" The duke held the letter in both hands. The great knight who could wield a giant sword and crack the mountain and crack the stone, holding a thin roll of parchment, was trembling in both hands:

"Can the king, the country declare bankrupt?"

"Bankruptcy has not been declared." His secretary pushed the edge of the tortoiseshell glasses, his voice solemnly:

"However, the king has refused to pay once, and his wedding is said to have spent another 20 years of tax revenue. This situation is called "very low credit rating" in the language of our merchants. Generally speaking, the merchant group will not lend him money anymore."

Duke: "…"

He realized that he remembered a proverb: Don’t wait until the last leaf falls before you realize that winter has arrived.

If I had known that the king would be so shameless, I would have thought of this today when the king was embarrassed and refused to pay the national debts in the Netherlands.

If you can't pay the national debt there, you can naturally not pay the military pay here...

If he hadn't wanted to add another fiefdom to his family, he wouldn't have ended the battle in the west and rushed back with a 20,000 army! Now, I'm back and step into the quagmire!

The Duke endured the old blood that surged into his throat. He pulled down his face and continued to write:

To the family members, to their relatives and friends, to the bishops of various churches, to the priests, to the central nobles led by Duke Arden, to the wealthy merchants in the noble territory...

Borrow money!

If you can borrow it with your hands, you can borrow it with your hands. If you can't borrow it with your hands, you can mortgage it. If it doesn't work, you can sell all the gold, silver and fine materials, all the property you can sell!

silver helmets and gold collars that were snatched against the barbarians;

Fighting on the west side, we grabbed a complete set of gold pots and gold cups;

The New World-style golden crown rewarded by the king;

The loot obtained on the Netherlands battlefield, full set of armor, weapons and BMW...

Likewise, they left their masters and moved to the hands of unknown people. Not long after, the Duke's tent had been washed by big water and clean as if it had been robbed.

In exchange for the jingling gold and silver coins, they were given to the knights, their entourages and warriors, in exchange for the temporary obedience of these people.

However, the time to buy gold coins is limited. One month, two months...

The Duke of Francemengo's face and treasure were finally exhausted. Faced with the threat of another mutiny, he rushed into the referee's barracks and rushed to the referee Gravela:
Chapter completed!