Chapter 950 The dawn here is quiet 5600 words super chapter
"What's wrong? Ryan?"
"Your Majesty, what happened?"
Morgiana, Bertrand and Davout who were present asked almost simultaneously.
"Two pieces of news." Ryan held up the letter. The Knight King thought for a moment and then said: "First, Von Zhukov Castle was lost. Except for Oleg Von Zhukov, he led eight thousand people to escape.
After leaving the castle and retreating towards Wolfenburg, all the remaining imperial troops were killed in the battle. Marshal Oster Model committed suicide. Even Oleg's mother, the elector's wife Ivana, also died during the breakout.
Motkin ordered a massacre throughout the Oster Territory. The entire castle was razed to the ground. The massacre continued until I received the information. On the first day, 70,000 Imperials and Mrs. Keesler died in the massacre.
It is said that the ancestral tomb of the Von-Zhukov family was excavated by Mortkin... It seems that the rumor is not false, Oleg did destroy his hometown during the Great Norse Expedition."
"How many more are there in the army of Chaos, along the way to Mortkin?" Morgiana turned her head and asked Talleyrand.
"There are about...100,000 people? My Lord, I'm just a messenger." Talleyrand shrugged, trying to make himself look as humble as possible: "I spent a lot of energy to get here, please don't let me
I'm embarrassed."
"Your Majesty, if this is the case, the situation is very critical." Bertrand, the commander of the Old Guards, approached from behind: "If Motkin really has such a deep hatred for the Oster Territory, then we are almost certain that the next one to attack will
The target is Wolfenburg, Mr. Talleyrand, how many troops are still garrisoned in Wolfenburg?"
"Except for the backbone of the Bull Knights and the 8,000 remnant troops led by Oleg von Zhukov, there are only 30,000 recruits undergoing basic training. For the time being, they can only advance to the beat of drums." Talleyrand
Holding a cane: "I can divide them into three levels. Those who collapse at the first touch are the upper class, those who collapse when they see the enemy are the middle class, and those who flee when they hear the wind are the low class."
"Very good, we must hurry up." Ryan nodded repeatedly, and the Knight King then raised the letter: "The second news is not good either. News came from the Stirland, saying that the undead in Sylvania are there.
There is a strange movement. The last vampire Count Manfred von Carstein has been resurrected. The armies of Stirland and Iveyland cannot move."
"Once again, we can only rely on ourselves." Davout said with disdain: "Mr. Talleyrand, can't you bring some good news?"
"I am just a messenger, everyone." Talleyrand said humorously: "Objective facts will not be changed by my personal will."
"It's not your turn to deliver the message, Talleyrand. I know what you are thinking about when you come here." Ryan raised his head. The King of Knights looked at the high elf coldly, and Talleyrand finally couldn't help but reveal his face.
After making a slightly unnatural expression, Ryan let him go: "But none of this matters now. Since you are here, go and help with the logistics and military supplies."
"Yes, Your Majesty, leave it to me!" Talleyrand immediately bowed and agreed, then limped away quickly on crutches.
"What is he here for?" Morgiana always felt that it was strange for Talleyrand to arrive here.
"He is eager to share the credit." Ryan sneered a few times and shook his head: "What a cunning person, just like a fox. Once he smells the slightest smell, he immediately pounces on him to get a piece of the pie.
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"Share the credit?" Morgiana was about to say more, but Ryan said it didn't need to be said. The King of Knights asked Morgiana, Bertrand and Davout to prepare. It was only the morning, and he would spend half a day inspecting the rice.
Around Den Stanger, it's good to perfect the plan.
On the other side, Talleyrand's face was ugly as he came out of the lobby of the Earl's castle. He knew that Ryan had seen through his little thoughts.
This high elf from Ulthuan really likes the human world and really wants to make a difference. Since he went to Nuer, as a special envoy of Ryan, he is good at dancing and really made a difference in Nuer.
Britannia's interests are attentive. As the Imperial Baroness's personal advisor and Ryan's spokesperson, he not only assists Emilia in winning court battles, but also accumulates a large amount of resources and considerable fame.
But Talleyrand soon realized that these were not enough, far from enough. Talleyrand wanted to join the core circle of the King of Knights' court, to enter the decision-making circle, or at least to have a place. It was not enough. Why was it not enough?
?To put it simply, a cripple has no military merit!
This can be seen from another bureaucrat, Beria. Beria was actually not a commander who was good at fighting. He was essentially a bureaucrat like Talleyrand, but Beria had military merit! He
Following Admiral Ivan all the way on the expedition, and gaining excellent military merit in the most important expedition to the Eight Peaks Mountains, he found the opportunity to enter Ryan's eyes and show his abilities, and finally obtained the title as a Ugor man.
Recognized by the knights and nobles!
To put it simply, if he has military merit, Talleyrand will have retirement benefits in the future! Without military merit, he will only have retirement benefits!
One word difference makes a world of difference.
That's why Talleyrand insisted on delivering the message in person. The lame man, who had an extremely keen sense of smell, knew that a war was coming, and Lane had proven how reliable he was through countless military miracles and glorious victories, so Talleyrand had to come.
He must come in person and condescend to deliver the message. No matter whether he participates in the war or not, as long as he is in the military camp when the war begins, he will be included in the military medal! He will also be awarded the commemorative medal!
"Okay, where should I start?" Talleyrand started to look for his position on crutches. Soon, he discovered that the quartermaster of the Empire and the quartermaster of Britannia had a quarrel. The high elves soon
Limping closer: "Gentlemen, stop a moment, stop a moment. I am the special envoy of the King of Knights, De Talleyrand Maurice Benister. Do you have any questions that I can help you with?"
With the high elf's elegant manners, conversation, rich knowledge, proficiency in the laws of various countries in the human world, and deep understanding of human nature, it only took three minutes for the conflict between the two sides to be successfully resolved. The two quartermasters even
Shake hands and apologize.
"A soldier has his own battlefield, and I, Talleyrand, also have my own battlefield."
…………I am the dividing line for retirement benefits…………
Just as Talleyrand was wandering around Middenstanger, relying on his status as the special envoy of the King of Knights to ease most of the contradictions and conflicts within the human coalition, Lane and Morgiana also began their own investigation, Lane only brought
A company of the Old Guards was on board, and Morgiana only took her twelve Holy Grail guards with her, just walking under the winter sun in the Midden Territory. Although she was out for inspection, Morgiana
I still really like being able to get along with Ryan
When we were together, the Witch of the Lake God took a little time to put on light makeup, put on a gray and black green silk and moss pattern lapel fishtail dress, put on the Lake God laurel wreath on her head, and the slits of the long skirt could be faintly revealed.
About to see wrapped in ultra-thin and smooth
Wearing long pink legs in flesh-colored unicorn velvet pantyhose, and a pair of beautiful fleshy feet wearing milky white pearl strap high heels, Morgiana rode the unicorn Sylphan and walked side by side with Ryan: "In winter, Midden Collar
Has it always snowed like this?"
"It's not just Middenland, it's the same in Nord." Ryan said with some nostalgia: "When I was in Nord, what I disliked the most was winter, because it snowed all winter, it was too cold, and there was nothing to do.
But my favorite thing is winter, which means less farming and less training. 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 was interested. She thought that she would study how to make apple pie when she went back.
Everyone inspected the military camp where Miden led the army. Ryan looked at the food for Midden's soldiers and shook his head in discomfort.
As we all know, the logistics of the Brittanian Knights' army are provided by the empire, and mainly from the south of the empire. Therefore, although the ordinary soldiers' food is not very good, it is barley bread + beer + meat stew + a small amount of eggs.
There is still an adequate supply of milk.
But Midden’s army is not very responsible for its logistics in the southern part of the empire. Boris’s army, especially those ordinary conscripted soldiers, eat black bread + potatoes + cabbage porridge + broth with a little oil and water, and that’s it.
, and for the Middenlanders who are naturally big eaters, their stomachs growl louder at night than the roars of wild beasts in the forest.
The conscripts are so cheap. The imperial nobles conscripted them to provide food, but the food was of very low quality. For the northern part of the empire, the conscripts did not receive military pay. Only when the tasks and war goals were completed, the nobles would be satisfied.
Some rewards, and then pensions.
And such cheap levies are indeed the main force used by the empire to lead the battle and carry the line. They will use their flesh and blood to resist the enemy's attack, delaying and withstanding the enemy's attack for the great swordsmen, musketeers, artillery and imperial knights.
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"The pensions received by Nord and Midden are pitiful. If a conscript dies in battle, his family can receive a pension of about five to fifteen silver coins. This money is only enough to buy one... or half a goat or sheep.
That's okay." Ryan said to Morgiana: "But even so, it is still easy for the nobles to get a large number of levies, because the barren land in the north of the empire is destined to have insufficient food and clothing."
"Our pension is several times theirs." Morgiana was thinking about other questions: "Are we setting it too high? Can it be lowered appropriately?"
"We cannot let the soldiers who sacrificed their lives for the country bleed and shed tears." Ryan said sadly: "For the motherland, they shed their heads and shed their blood. This is the case for knights, the same for serfs, and the same for everyone. As the King of Knights, all I can do is
Take care of their affairs."
"Your Majesty, soldiers usually get by eating this kind of food, but the war is about to begin. If they continue to eat this kind of food, they will start to starve in two or three hours tomorrow." Bertrand walked behind Ryan and said proactively: "
Do we want to remind Elector Boris?"
"Boris should already be thinking of a solution." Ryan led 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 (private guards of the Elector family).
Knight) and a small number of provincial soldiers, they were entering a farm. Boris noticed that there were some livestock, chickens and ducks that had not been slaughtered in the farm, so he immediately knocked on the door of the farm with his men.
The door of the dilapidated farm opened, and a middle-aged woman walked out. She was wearing a headscarf and an animal skin cloak. She was tightly wrapped in a blue robe. Her face was wrinkled and her cheeks were slack. She was holding a handful in her hand.
The pitchfork pointed directly at Boris: "Get out! Get out! Get out of here, you bunch of despicable dogs!"
"Madam." Boris was quite polite: "The war is coming. The soldiers need nutrition. We need to expropriate your livestock urgently. We will compensate you for your losses at the same value afterwards. Please..."
"You have livestock! I'll ride under your butts!" The middle-aged peasant woman waved her pitchfork repeatedly, and her proficiency made Ryan in the distance not only think about how many Geralts he could take away with this trick, but this rice
The toughness of the peasant women who ascended the throne is truly impressive.
She was scared. It needs to be emphasized that she was not facing Elector Boris alone, but dozens of heavily armed knights. However, she still maintained a violent and uncooperative attitude: "I want to give
Give your soldiers extra food and kill your horses!"
"Madam, killing the war horses is the last resort. We can't do this." Boris tried to negotiate with the middle-aged peasant woman: "We will compensate you for your losses. I swear to Yurik, let your husband and children come out.
I'll talk to them."
As soon as this statement came out, the atmosphere changed.
The middle-aged peasant woman opened her mouth. She held the pitchfork and tilted her head to a forty-five degree angle. She looked at Boris as if he were looking at a pile of garbage. She took a deep breath and tears filled her eyes: "Husband
?Son? I tell you, noble lord, I have a husband
Husband, two sons! But that devil Boris Todbringer! A soul from hell! In order to win the war between him and the beastmen, he recruited them all and killed them! Now I'm the only one left
The old woman is alone! Alone!!!”
Boris was stunned.
The White Wolf Elector suddenly felt that his armor was very heavy, his shield was very heavy, and the weight of the Rune Fang almost crushed him. Is he too old to bear such weight?
"Your Excellency the Elector, don't be like this old woman. We can't delay here for too long!" At this time, Boris's adjutant shouted: "Take the things away directly. In the name of Yurik, we will compensate her for the loss afterwards!"
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"Your Excellency the Elector?" The middle-aged peasant woman's face changed slightly. She looked at Boris Todd Bollinger in disbelief: "They called you the Elector? Could it be..."
"Madam, I am the devil." Boris's single eye was filled with complex painful emotions: "The soul from hell is weak."
"Very good, very good! Go to hell, Your Excellency, the Elector!" The middle-aged peasant woman copied the pitchfork and stabbed it directly, but as a strong man in the sanctuary, Boris was naturally not afraid of the pitchfork. He directly used his shield to deflect the weapon:
"Madam, what are your two sons' names?"
"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 younger son was taken away when he was only seventeen!"
"Miller, Thomas, they died in the war with the beastmen." Boris nodded slightly: "I assure you, their sacrifices have allowed the empire to continue."
"They served you, but you, a piece of trash, made their deaths worthless. You piece of trash, you mean less to me than the pile of cow dung in the backyard. Get out of here! Get out of here!"
The young woman almost cried and asked Boris to get out: "Otherwise, kill me!"
"Listen, madam!" Boris's attitude also became tougher, and the White Wolf Elector said angrily: "Of course you have the right to tell me to get out, but the war is coming, and the soldiers need nutrition! If you put livestock and poultry
Lend it to us, and I guarantee you that I, Boris Todd Bollinger, will definitely avenge your son!"
"Revenge? Is there any point in that? I know the recent news. The empire is full of enemies! Chaos, greenskins, beastmen, everyone says that we are finished, Midden is finished, and the empire is finished!" the peasant woman retorted: "
The empire is over!"
"No! The empire will not end! As long as there is one son of Ulric alive, the empire will always resist to the end!" Boris shouted tit for tat in his hoarse voice: "Your husband, your two sons,
He sacrificed his life for the empire just to keep the empire standing."
The iron gloves hammered the elector's chest plate hard, and his voice was rough and excited: "I can also give my life for this! All of us are giving our lives to defend the empire! Countless people every year
Thousand-meter leaders died fighting to defend their homeland, and right on the front line, millions of Imperials have died fighting the invasion of Chaos. We are all sacrificing our lives, and you, madam, can't put your livestock
Can you lend us birds and poultry so that the soldiers can have a full meal before the war?!"
The sound of crying echoed in the farm, and the middle-aged peasant woman put down her pitchfork. She shed tears. The tears flowed down the widow's weather-beaten cheeks, and were finally frozen into ice beads by the Midden winter.
"Take it away, take it all away, whatever you like, take it all away!"
"If you lose, even if I go to hell, I will collect debts from you, Boris Todbringer, I will remember your words!"
This scene made everyone have painful expressions on their faces, 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 away most of them, leaving only
Several hens.
"If you were in Britannia, Ryan, you would never be treated like this." Morgiana looked at this scene and emphasized: "The people love you very much. They have always been. The people of the Empire will only feel war.
It’s painful, 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 people's strength. In most cases, wars cause civilians to suffer too much, whether it is from the enemy,
Or...one of our own." Ryan said towards Morgiana and Bertrand Davout.
Said: "Therefore, we cannot fail, even for these lovely people, we must not lose. You must know that what you eat and use comes from the people who support us, and we will do our best to protect them.
Fight, fight for peace, fight to drive evil out of this land."
Everyone nodded.
"I didn't do the right thing at the time either." Ryan then said to Morgiana: "I must have told you that I fought so hard to defeat the four-armed bull demon on Mount Scarvell, but in the end I failed.
I just got a bottle of holy oil."
"Hmm." Morgiana originally wanted to ridicule the stinginess of the White Wolf Church, but seeing today's scene, she was speechless and could only respond lightly.
"It wasn't until very late that I realized that it wasn't that the White Wolf Church was unwilling to pay, but that the barren land and harsh climate here meant that they couldn't pay enough." Ryan's voice was very uncertain: "Just for the sake of it.
Survive."
"Just to allow humans 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.
Early the next morning, the human army left Middenstanger.
The beastmen and greenskin coalition have smelled the smell of human flesh and blood, and the three parties have entered a state of confrontation.
The sound of the trumpet resounded throughout the earth and sky.
Since the Great Holy War, Midden's largest battle has begun.