Chapter 950, the Dawn Here Is Quiet

"What's wrong, Ryan?"

"Your Majesty, what happened?"

Morgiana, Bertrand and Davout who were present almost asked at the same time.

"Two pieces of news." Ryan held up the letter, the King of Knights thought for a while, and then said: "First, the Von-Zhukov Castle fell, except for Oleg Von-Zhukov who led 8,000 people to escape After leaving the castle and retreating towards Wolfenburg, all the remaining imperial troops died in battle. Oster Marshal Model committed suicide, and even Oleg's mother, the elector's wife Ivana, died on the way out. Motkin ordered a massacre throughout Ostland, and 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. Kessler died in the massacre. In it, 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 expedition."

"The army of chaos, how many are there on the way of Motkin?" Morgiana turned her head and asked Talleyrand.

"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 come here, please don't let I'm embarrassed."

"Your Majesty, if this is the case, the situation will be 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 attack The target is Wolfenburg, Monsieur Talleyrand, how many troops are still stationed in Wolfenburg?"

"Except for the backbone of the Bull Knights and the 8,000 remnants led by Oleg von Zhukov, there are only 30,000 recruits who are undergoing basic training. For the time being, they can only march forward listening to the drumbeat." Talleyrand Leaning on crutches: "I can divide them into three grades. Those who will collapse at the first touch are the highest grades, those who will collapse when they see the enemy are the middle grades, and those who run away when they hear the wind are the lowest grades."

"Very good, we must hurry up." Ryan nodded again and again, and the King of Knights then held up the letter: "The second news is not very good. There is news from Steele that the undead in Sylvania have The last vampire count, Manfred von Carstein, has been resurrected, and the armies of Steele and Aiwei cannot move."

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

"I'm just a messenger, everyone." Talleyrand said rather humorously: "The objective facts will not be transferred by my personal will."

"It's not your turn to deliver the letter, Talleyrand, I know what you're thinking here." Ryan raised his head, and the King of Knights looked at the high elf coldly, and Talleyrand finally couldn't help showing After making a slightly unnatural expression,

Ryan let him go: "But these are irrelevant now, since you are here, let's help with logistics and military supplies."

"Yes, Your Majesty, leave it to me!" Talleyrand immediately bowed and agreed, then limped away on crutches.

"What is he doing here?" Morgana always felt that Talleyrand came here with a strange feeling.

"He's in a hurry to share the credit." Ryan sneered a few times, then shook his head again: "What a cunning man, just like a fox, once he smells a little smell, he immediately pounces on him for a share. "

"Distribution of credit?" Morgiana waited to say more, but Ryan signaled that needless to say, the King of Knights asked Morgiana, Bertrand and Davout to prepare. It is only morning, and he will spend half a day inspecting Mi Around Denstagg, well planned.

On the other side, Talleyrand, who came out of the earl's castle hall, had a very ugly face. He knew that Ryan had seen through his little thoughts.

This high elf from Ulthuan really likes the human world, and he really wants to do something. Since he went to Nur, as Ryan's special envoy, he is good at dancing. Britannia's interests are deeply concerned. As the personal advisor of the Countess of the Empire and the spokesperson of Ryan, he not only assisted Emilia in the court battles and continued to win, but also accumulated a lot of resources and a lot of fame.

But Talleyrand soon realized that these were not enough, far from enough, Talleyrand wanted to be among the inner circle of the Knight King's court, to enter the decision-making circle, or at least to occupy a place, not enough, why not enough ? To put it simply, the cripple has no military achievements!

This can be seen from Beria, another bureaucrat. Beria is actually not a commander who is good at fighting. He and Talleyrand are bureaucrats in essence, but Beria has military merits! He followed Admiral Ivan to fight all the way, and made great military achievements in the most important expedition of Bafeng Mountain. Only then did he find the opportunity to enter Ryan's eyes and show his ability, and finally he became a Ugor It has been recognized by the knight nobles!

To use a simpler analogy, with his military achievements, how could Talleyrand be able to have retirement benefits in the future! Without military merit, there is only retirement benefits!

The difference of one word makes a world of difference.

That's why Talleyrand insisted on delivering the letter in person. The cripple with an extremely 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 had to come here in person to condescend to deliver the letter, no matter whether he participated in the war or not, as long as he was in the barracks when the war started, he would have a piece of the military medal that belonged to him! He will also have his share in the commemorative medal!

"Okay, where do I start?" Talleyrand leaned on his cane and began to look for his position. Soon, he discovered that there was a quarrel between the quartermaster of the Empire and the quartermaster of Britannia, and the high elves quickly He limped closer: "Gentlemen, stop, stop, I am the special envoy of the King of Knights, De Talleyrand Morris Bennister, may I ask for help?"

With the high elves' elegant manners and conversations, their rich knowledge, their proficiency in the laws of the human world, and their deep understanding of human nature, it took only three minutes for the conflict between the two parties to be satisfactorily resolved. Shake hands in apology.

"Soldiers have their own battlefields, and I, Talleyrand, have my own battlefields."

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

Just when Talleyrand was wandering in Mildenstang, relying on his status as the special envoy of the Knight King to ease most of the contradictions and conflicts within the human coalition forces, Ryan and Morgiana also started their own investigations. Ryan only brought A company of Old Guards, and Morgiana took only her twelve Holy Grail Guards, just walking in the winter of Middenland. Although she came out for inspection, Morgiana Still enjoying this time with Ryan very much, the Witch of the Lake God took a little time to put on some light makeup for herself, and put on a long fishtail dress with a lapel collar and black silk and moss pattern, and a laurel crown of the God of the Lake on her head. The slit of the long skirt can vaguely see the pink and tender long legs wrapped in ultra-thin and smooth flesh-colored unicorn fleece pantyhose, and a pair of silky feet are wearing milky white pearl lace high-heeled shoes. Morgiana is riding Unicorn Sylphine and Ryan walked side by side: "Does it always snow like this in Middenland in winter?"

"It's not just Middenling, Nord is like this." Ryan said with some nostalgia: "When I was in Nord, what I disliked the most was winter, because it was snowing all winter, it was too cold, and there was nothing to do. But what I like most 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."

"Apple pie? I'll make it for you next time." Morgiana was fascinated, and she thought that she would study how to make apple pie when she went back.

Everyone inspected the barracks of Midden's army, Ryan looked at the meals of Midden's soldiers, and shook his head in pain.

As we all know, the logistics of the Britannian Knights Army is provided by the empire, and mainly from the south of the empire. Therefore, although the ordinary soldiers' meals are 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 the logistics of the south of the empire. Boris' army, especially those ordinary conscripts, eat black bread + potatoes + cabbage porridge + broth with some oil and water, that's all , and for the Middenlanders who are born with a lot of food, their stomachs growl louder than the roar of wild beasts in the forest at night.

The conscripts are so cheap, the nobles of the empire conscripted them, and the food was very poor quality food, but for the northern part of the empire, the conscripts did not have military pay, only when the tasks and war goals were completed, the nobles would pay Some rewards, and then pensions.

And such cheap conscripts 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 resisting the enemy's attack for the great swordsmen, musketeers, artillery and imperial knights .

"The pensions received by Nord and Midden are pitifully small. If a conscript dies in battle, his family can receive a pension of about five to fifteen silver coins, which is only enough to buy one...or half a goat, sheep That's okay." Ryan said to Morgiana: "But even so, the nobles can still easily get a large number of conscripts, because the barren land in the north of the empire is destined to have no food and clothing."

"Our pension is several times that of theirs." Morgana was thinking about other issues: "Are we setting it too high? Can it be lowered appropriately?"

"We can't let the soldiers who sacrificed their lives for the country shed blood and tears." Ryan said sadly: "For the sake of the motherland, they shed their blood, knights, serfs, and everyone. As the king of knights, all I can do is Take care of their affairs."

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

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

Sure enough, after inspecting the outskirts of the town for more than forty minutes, Ryan and the others met Boris and his party. The White Wolf Elector was leading a dozen White Wolf Knights, a dozen Cheetah Knights, and a small number of provincial soldiers. Just entering a farm, Boris noticed that there were some livestock and chickens and ducks in the farm that had not been slaughtered, so he immediately led someone to knock on the gate of the farm.

The gate of the dilapidated farmhouse opened, and a middle-aged woman walked out of it. She was wearing a headscarf and an animal skin cloak, and her blue robe was tightly wrapped around her body. Her face was wrinkled and her cheeks were flabby. She held a handful of The pitchfork pointed directly at Boris: "Get out! Get out! Get out of here, you bunch of despicable dogs!"

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

"You have livestock! Just ride under your ass!" The middle-aged peasant woman waved her pitchfork again and again, the level of proficiency made Ryan in the distance not only think about how many Geralts could be taken away by this method, but this Mi The level of toughness of the leading peasant woman is really frightening. It needs to be emphasized that she is not facing the Elector Boris alone, but facing dozens of knights in full armor, but she still Maintaining a violent and non-cooperative attitude: "I want to give your soldiers extra food and kill your horses!"

"Madam, slaughtering 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 the loss, I swear to Yurik, let your husband and children come out, I'll come and talk to them."

As soon as this remark came out, the atmosphere changed.

The middle-aged peasant woman opened her mouth. She held a pitchfork and tilted her head at forty-five degrees. Looking at Boris, it was like looking at a pile of garbage. She took a deep breath and tears welled up in her eyes: "Husband ? Son? I tell you, my lord, I have a husband and two sons! But Boris Todbringer that devil! Soul from hell! He killed them all in order to win his war with the Beastmen Conscripted away, killed them! Now my old lady is left 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 teeth almost crushed him. Was he too old to bear this weight?

"Your Excellency the Elector, don't be as knowledgeable as this old woman, we can't waste too much time here!" At this moment, Boris' adjutant shouted: "Take the things directly, in the name of Urik, we will compensate her for the loss afterwards! "

"Your Excellency the Elector?" The face of the middle-aged peasant woman changed slightly, and she looked at Boris Todbringer in disbelief: "They call you the Elector? Could it be..."

"Ma'am, I am that devil." Boris's one-eyed eyes were mixed with complex painful emotions: "The soul from hell is light."

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

"Miller, Thomas." The middle-aged peasant woman seemed to have given up, and she said angrily, "The eldest son went to the front at the age of 23, while the younger son was taken away at the age of 17!"

"Miller and Thomas, they died in the war against the beastmen." Boris nodded slightly: "I assure you, their sacrifices have allowed the empire to continue."

"They worked for you, but you, a piece of trash, made them die worthless, you piece of trash, you mean less to me than that lump 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: "Or kill me!"

"Listen, ma'am!" Boris' attitude also became tougher, and the White Wolf Elector said angrily: "Of course you have the right to let me out, but the war is coming, and the soldiers need nutrition! If you put livestock and poultry Lend it to us, I assure you, I, Boris Todbringer, will avenge your son!"

"Revenge? Does that make any sense? I know the recent news that the empire is full of enemies! Chaos, greenskins, and beastmen, everyone says that we are over, Midden is over, and 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 Urik alive, the empire will always resist to the end!" Boris shouted tit for tat with his hoarse voice: "Your husband, your two sons, both To die for the empire is to keep the empire standing."

The iron gauntlet hammered hard on the elector's chest plate, 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! Every year, countless The Kilometer Landlords have fought and died defending their homeland, and right on the front lines, millions of Imperials have died against the invasion of Chaos, we are all giving our lives, and you, Ma'am, you can't keep your livestock Can you lend us poultry so that the soldiers can have a full meal before the battle?!"

The sound of crying echoed in the farm, and the middle-aged peasant woman put down her pitchfork. She shed tears, and the tears flowed down the weather-beaten cheeks of the widow, and were finally frozen into ice beads by the middenling winter.

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

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

This scene caused painful expressions on everyone's 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 have been treated like this." Looking at this scene, Morgiana emphasized: "The people love you very much, and have always been, and the imperial people will only feel war. 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 power of the people. In most cases, wars cause civilians to suffer too much, whether it is from the enemy, Still...one of our own." Ryan said to Morgiana, Bertrand, and Davout: "Therefore, we cannot fail, even for these lovely people, we must not lose, you must know, what you eat, It is from the people who support us, and we will fight to protect them, to fight for peace, to drive evil out of this land."

Everyone nodded.

"I didn't do the right thing at the beginning." Ryan then said to Morgiana: "I must have told you that I defeated the four-armed bull demon on Scarville Mountain, but in the end 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 later that I realized that it wasn't that the White Wolf Church didn't want to give it, but that the barren land and harsh climate here meant that they couldn't pay enough." Ryan's voice was very uncertain: "Just for survive."

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

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

In the early morning of the next day, the human army drove out of Mildenstagel.

The Beastmen and Greenskin Allied Forces have already smelled the smell of human flesh and blood, and the three parties have entered into a confrontation.

The trumpets sounded through the earth and the sky.

Since the Great Holy War, Middenland's largest battle has begun.

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