Chapter 1029, Victory Class Teacher

Chapter 1028 , Victory class teacher

Imperial Calendar 2515, June.

With Knight King Ryan and Lake God Witch Morgiana returning from Dulong City, they brought a Norscan dwarf army consisting of more than a dozen dwarf legions (again, a dwarf legion only has about 200 soldiers) -300 people, while humans are 1000-1200 people), everyone knows that the great Knight King Ryan has once again won a big victory on the political, diplomatic and military levels.

The "Dragon City Exclusive Trade Agreement" was signed, and Knight King Ryan and Emilia, who had begun to bulge slightly, signed and stamped on behalf of the human side, announcing the establishment of the new continental system.

I have to say that the war ended much earlier than expected. After Emilia saw Ryan coming back, she secretly complained to Ryan and said why you withdrew your troops in June. I have prepared so many supplies in terms of logistics. All in vain.

Ryan smiled and said that you were not in vain.

Almost as soon as the Norsca dwarves came to Erengrad, the official trade between the two sides began immediately.

The Norscan dwarf lord Tolgard-Crimson listed his gift list to the new allies of the dwarves, including a full one hundred and fifty pairs of full-body rune-crafted plate armor made by dwarf rune craftsmen, hundreds of A set of rune weapons of various colors, especially swords, shields and halberds, as well as a large number of precious precious metal ores and jewelry.

On the human side, dozens of cargo ships were filled with food, cloth, wine, meat, and fish in exchange, and a large amount of logistics materials were directly used to trade with the Norscan dwarves. However, the goods provided by the human side The value is still far lower than the gifts of the Norsca dwarves, which led to many imperial businessmen who did not get the soup to drink very much. A general Tim from Nur wrote in his diary: "This is not at all The deal, this is simply a robbery! God knows whether the level of the King of Knights is too powerful, or the stinky seawater of the Chaos Sea has entered the heads of those Norscan dwarves?"

No one knows, everyone only knows that the Norscan dwarves are very stubborn. They only recognize the sword and iris banner in the book that symbolizes Ryan's personal family coat of arms, or the Britannia or Nuer with trade certificates. No matter how low the price or the most favorable terms offered by merchants and other human beings, the Norscan dwarves would ignore them.

A large amount of wealth poured into the officially designated market, and the lively cries and the sound of buying and selling resounded in the barracks of the Knight Road Army. After most of the Norscan goods were swallowed, a small part of the goods were still swallowed. It is allowed to open a market in the military camp to sell, just like a shark smelling blood, Ryan's father-in-law François and Duke Bohemond immediately came to the scene, saying that I will pack all the things first, and then slowly Let's talk about the price.

The same is true for the Nuer barracks. The old Krupp president personally rushed from Herzig to Ohlengrad because of this incident.

For this lucrative trade.

This process took two or three days, and finally in June, Ryan announced that he would play Britannia in victory.

On the main square of Erengrad, surrounded by hundreds of Old Guards, dozens of Britannian nobles, Holy Grail Knights, and the Lake God Prophet led by Morgiana, Knight King Ryan Standing in front of the big square in person, he delivered a victory speech to the excited and proud soldiers coming from all directions.

As Ryan took the stage, the nearly 20,000 soldiers crowded in the square were all silent for a while, and they lined up spontaneously, waiting for the great King of Knights to give a speech.

"My soldiers, Britannia, other human countries, and even soldiers of other races of order!"

Lion's voice resounded in the ears of soldiers celebrating victory and glory.

"Another magnificent victory! Beastmen, Greenskins, Chaos Army, Chaos God's Chosen Champion, and Chaos Eternal God's Chosen, all fell in front of us!" Ryan raised his fist towards everyone, and in six Under the scorching sun of Erengrad in the month, the voice of the King of Knights was fiery: "We once again proved to the darkness that we will never surrender, we will never admit defeat, our victory lit up the long night, we proved that, Mortals also have their own beliefs and glory, and our courage will turn into the golden light of this dark age!"

"Victory! Victory! Victory!" The roar of mountains and tsunami came, and the soldiers shouted for victory. Their blood, courage, and soul-stirring emotions echoed in the sky above Erengrad, and even in the subspace!

"There is hope!" Ryan shouted proudly. "Even if Kislev has fallen, even if the empire is attacked, even if Osterland is almost in ruins, even if many coastal ports are threatened, even if darkness once We were cornered, but we held on, and we won! I, Ryan Malcador, am proud and proud of you, my knights and soldiers, I am with you, what have I to fear where?"

"Lane! Ryan! Lion! Lion!" The roar turned into a torrent, every soldier shouted loudly, every knight took off his helmet to salute, every dwarf put his weapon on his chest, Every elf couldn't help lowering their naturally noble heads.

"Now we drove the Chaos scum back to the north, we smashed their armies like a lion with his teeth and claws tore their armor, and we marched and marched till the stray dogs fled back Where they belong, we attack them until every desecrated emblem and camp is reduced to ashes, and these memories will be treasures that will accompany us for life, but we will never stop, for the lady and the king, for the cloth Litania!"

"For the lady and the king! For Britannia!"

"For the lady and the king! For Britannia!"

"Now, let's start the road home, let's go home, bring the glory and the riches and the sons of Britannia, we're coming home!"

"Go home, go home, go home!!!" The cheers echoed from one side of the city to the other.

The Bretons had never been so proud of who they were, their blood was pumping, and the glory of victory was their own.

Look, Ryan standing on the stage no longer looks like a living person, but a symbol.

He is synonymous with glory and victory!

After the speech, the banquet was held, and the knights and soldiers drank to their heart's content. Ryan also took two glasses of Imperial Stout himself, and handed a glass to Francois: "It's time to go home, my Duke."

"Yes, it's time to go home, Your Majesty." Francois said elegantly. The old man had achieved amazing results in this battle, and he once again proved his ability to lead the army and the super strength of the Wenford Principality's army. Combat power, the father-in-law in Erlengrad was appointed as the chief of logistics and military supplies, and the first thing he did when he took office was to directly "kill" an aristocratic logistics and military supply officer who embezzled about fifteen kilograms of honey and brown sugar. Just throw him into a cesspit and drown him alive.

The old man is more ruthless than Ryan in suppressing "drifting" and "logistics loss". The "transportation loss" in his logistics report is only 5%-7%, which is basically close to the real loss, because of logistics transportation and material reserves There will indeed be losses in the middle, and the old man can suppress it to this extent, which is enough to make everyone in the old world ashamed.

Ryan only found out after the fact. Of course, in this world, honey and sugar are high-end luxury goods that only nobles can enjoy. The price of fifteen kilograms can reach hundreds of gold crowns, but Ryan still thinks that the old man is not a little Too cruel.

"Don't be harsh, these guys won't have a long memory." This is the old man's answer: "Kill one to warn others. This time we seized a lot, and the harvest is particularly rich. There will definitely be many people who want to reach out for the spoils and logistics supplies."

"Ah, I miss Suria." Ryan and Francois clinked glasses, and the two drank a full glass of Imperial Stout. Immediately, the old guard next to him quickly reached out to take the empty glass and went to the side to pick it up. Beer, the King of Knights smiled and said, "It's been more than half a year since I came out on an expedition, and I don't know what's going on with Suria."

"Suria will take care of everything, and she must be very much looking forward to your return." The old man smiled and took the glass and finished it in one gulp, and then handed it over to the old guard to pick up the beer: "I miss little German too. Hill."

"Hehehe~ Yes." Ryan sighed. Although the time for this expedition is not as good as that of the Eight Peaks Mountain Expedition, it has been long enough. The King of Knights raised his glass and said, "Cheers to victory!"

"Cheers!" Two large wine glasses full of beer collided. Francois raised the glass first. After seeing Ryan take a sip, the old man just took a sip and put it down, seemingly not moving. He asked casually, "By the way, recently there have been rumors in the military that His Majesty is going to confer the title of Ten Marshals... Do you have any explanation?"

"There are considerations in this regard." Ryan narrowed his eyes. The father-in-law is here to find out. Obviously, all the dukes are aware that Ryan is so powerful that further centralization and aristocratic bureaucratization are inevitable. For the future It will not become a marginalized existence with a noble but no job or a noble but no right. If you can't continue to eat meat and drink with Ryan, you must come to find out.

This matter is also very simple. The rumors of the canonization of the Marshal were deliberately passed on by Ryan to the Old Guards and the First Guards Lancers, in order to test the reaction of the knights and nobles. Sure enough, the traditional knights and nobles headed by the old man They were hooked immediately.

There is no way, working with His Majesty Ryan will benefit too much.

"Then..." Francois continued to test: "When you go back, your majesty and the queen will take a closer look?"

"It's just an intention now, François." Ryan raised his glass, and the King of Knights thought about it for a while. The old man has always followed his pace, and he should contribute money, effort, and let him lead the army and He worked tirelessly during the management, and invested heavily in himself in the early stage, so he should be reassured: "Anyway, you will not be missing, Francois, I mean if there is any."

The old father-in-law let out a sigh, he was half relieved, but there was another half: "Then... About other things?"

"There will be bread, there will be milk, there will be everything." Ryan smiled and said nothing.

At this time, the regent of the kingdom, Lawn Leo Cornwall, came up with a glass of wine. He looked serious: "Your Majesty, can I discuss something with you?"

"What's the matter? Sir Leo Cornwall?" Seeing that Lawn's expression was very serious, Ryan put away his smile and became serious.

"I want to stay, stay in Erlengrad." Lawn raised his glass.

"I want to be the head coach and logistics chief of the troops left behind here!"

"If possible, Your Majesty, I want to hand over my principality to you to govern!"

"What?" Ryan was really surprised now.

Is Lawn taking the initiative to help him centralize power? !

………I am the dividing line that conforms to the trend of history………

Just when the army of knights was returning from the same road.

The imperial capital Braunschweig, the Imperial Palace, the bedroom of the Imperial Emperor Karl Franz.

On a large gold emperor chair, sat the emperor Karl Franz, wearing a purple shirt, white breeches, and a golden robe over it, leaning against the with the backrest.

The emperor was ill, and Karl Franz's nerves were tormented by stomach pains, but he still forced the spiritual director.

The north has become ruins, Osterland is struggling in the ravages of chaos, the plague and rumors brought by the spring have spread throughout the empire, fear has shrouded the people and the army of the empire, and many electors are eager to Support and funds are needed to rebuild their territory, but the cash flow in the hands of the emperor is close to exhaustion. If it wasn't for the high king's generous donation because he failed to support the empire this time, then the king of card will really be forced to use his private wealth up.

"Your Majesty, Metternich is back." At this time, the Emperor's Minister of the Interior, Anne-Danstadi, Duke of Helburn, strode closer from the outside: "He brought back the latest news, do you want to see him? ?”

"Let him come here." The emperor knew that the bedroom was not convenient for seeing people, but he couldn't help it, he was sick.

Soon, the Duke of Anne led the emperor's special envoy Metternich to come in from outside. Metternich was about to salute, but Karl Franz stretched out his hand: "No need, Metternich, as you can see, my The state is not good, if you have anything to say, hurry up and sit down."

Metternich told the emperor about the results of his negotiations. The treaty reached by the two parties did not exceed the minimum bottom line given by the emperor. After hearing this, the emperor was quite satisfied: "It seems that the situation is not too bad. The worst thing we expected It didn't happen, Metternich, and it's a good thing for us, for Reikland, and for the Empire."

"A good thing? Your Majesty, please forgive me for not thinking so." Metternich couldn't help but said, "Do you know the size of the return journey of the chivalry army? The return army of about 50,000 people is more than 8,000 meters long! I After a little calculation by his men, the damned Bretons and Nuer, they have organized a huge team with more than 40,000 horse-drawn carts, donkey carts, mule carts, and carts. It's full of all kinds of food, luggage, and loot!"

"In addition to these people, there are at least 20,000 people accompanying the army. Most of them are family members of soldiers, businessmen, hawkers, and homeless civilians. Many women have become cooks and brought their fatherless children with the army. ’” Metternich continued emphatically.

"It seems that our Majesty the King of Knights has another fruitful expedition." The emperor smiled, and he did not respond as Metternich imagined, but leaned back in the chair calmly: "It's okay, It’s nothing more than fire in the east, wind in the west, and a heavy rainstorm in the north, at least the empire survived this time, what else is there, Metternich, tell me.”

"Your Majesty, there is one more thing to deal with the logistical corruption bureaucrats headed by Earl Walter. The list of confiscated property came out. A total of more than 3,000 dwarven gold coins were copied, and a total of more than 37,000 gold marks were copied. Other real estate, antique treasures, and cellars There is still about 20,000 gold marks for the material discount." Metternich thought for a while and then said: "Marshal Rick Helberg, Minister of Foreign Affairs Amadeus, and Minister of the Interior Ane have a dispute over how to use the money."

"I knew it." Speaking of this, the emperor became angry: "I know that there are many difficulties in transporting to the north, and I also know that the long-distance transport road is not safe, plus various deductions, but most of the way along the river, the transport It is impossible for the loss to reach 37%! Charlemagne, that shameless Walter is really greedy for profit, he deserves to be killed!"

"...Walter has pleaded guilty, and only asks His Majesty to let his child go." Metternich whispered: "This is also the meaning of Lord Rick's Great Council."

"Understood." The emperor thought for a while, and could only emphasize: "About the quarrel, Metternich, you go and send a message to the court ministers, that is, military supplies and refugee relief are given priority, as for my personal expenses There are also those bureaucrats owed wages, which can be temporarily suspended, they will not starve to death, and I will not starve to death!"

"Yes!" Metternich replied in a low voice convincingly, the emperor is always so self-denying and selfless.

"Did you also go to see Ryan's army this time? How do you think the combat effectiveness is?" The emperor asked casually, "Have you seen how they fight with your own eyes?"

"No." Metternich said with some regret: "The outskirts of Ohlengrad are very unsafe. Everyone advised me not to go out of the city casually, but..."

"But?" The emperor noticed that Metternich had taken out an iron box: "What is this?"

Metternich took out a piece of honey cake from the iron box: "This is a cake, Your Majesty."

"I said, Metternich, I'm not hungry, I don't want to eat now." Karl Franz felt his stomach hurt, and the emperor said impatiently.

"This is not dedicated to you, Your Majesty, this is a honey cake for the birthdays of the old Britannian guards." Metternich sent the iron box: "It tastes very good, cooked by the army catering group, And it didn't break all the way."

"..." The emperor opened his eyes. He took the cake with his hand, smelled it, put it into his mouth with his fingers, and chewed it lightly.

Only the sound of the emperor chewing was left in the bedroom. Metternich looked at the emperor quietly. He knew that with the emperor's wisdom, he should be able to understand the meaning.

After a long time, Karl Franz finally spoke.

"I have a question, Metternich, can you answer me?"

"Please speak, Your Majesty."

"Why is Ryan always able to get richer and richer as he fights, while our empire gets poorer and more embarrassing as it fights?"

"this……"

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