Chapter 1294, What Is an Iron-Blooded Capitalist?

PS: I originally wanted to have two updates today, but I stayed up late last night to watch No always play the dungeon. The two updates will depend on the situation.

May 2525, Imperial Calendar.

The Nurgle Dragonship fleet led by the Grote brothers was approaching the Sea of ​​Claws at a slow but steady pace.

According to Archaon's arrangement, Nurgle's vanguard army was divided into three groups. The three Grote brothers attacked Marienburg from the Sea of ​​Claws. The three cavalry brothers attacked Talabheim along the Talabek River, and finally the three armies would join forces under Charlemagne's throne, the capital of the empire, Brunswick.

The triplets will lead the three-way army to invade the heartland of the old world, and the clay pot full of plague is not only entrusted to the three Grote brothers, but also entrusted to the warlord who leads the other two-way army. All that remains is to assemble the armies of the major tribes and set sail for battle.

Fortunately for the Old World, Nurgle's armies marched so slowly that the children of these loving fathers could hardly beat them with a whip.

Unfortunately, the slow marching effects of Nurgle's army and the fact that they concealed their military targets relatively well made the Old World unclear about what the Chaos Vanguard was trying to do. At the time, the vast majority of people still only had self-preservation in their minds. With only half of the country left, many wise people in the empire tried to unite, but at this time their proud army had already been defeated in the north.

On the coast of the Sea of ​​Claws, which is full of the light of the evil moon, Otto, one of the three Grote brothers, burst into laughter. He especially likes his huge chaotic dragon ship. His loving father gave each of the three brothers a Giant ships, these giant ships do not need to be produced. In fact, the largest dragon boat fjord in Norsca does not have the strength to produce such giant ships with a length of hundreds of meters, but Chaos does not need them. It only needs a large ceremony. The ship floated up from the fjord with a "huh~", everything was ready, just get on the ship.

So when the barbarians desperately shouted "Build a ship! Build a ship!", they didn't really want to build a ship, but just wanted an outlet. We all know that violent theory is easier to vent emotions, while rational theory generally suppresses irrationality Yes, and it is very difficult to write rational things, requiring rigorous arguments and self-consistent logic, while violent arguments are not only unnecessary, but also very easy to get everyone's approval.

Unfortunately, this is a world of idealism, when all Norscans have "shipbuilding" in their minds, when their wills echo in the warp, when their souls sing together in the realm of Nurgle, The loving father Nurgle immediately received a generous gift from the mortal world, and of course the fat grandpa would not be stingy.

This is how the giant fleet of the three Grote brothers came about.

Probably this is "no food, no clothes, our own Nanxie sent us, no ships, no guns, our loving father made it for us".

The Sea of ​​Claws has long been full of dangers, and there are mutated abyssal monsters everywhere. As long as they wave their tentacles, they can penetrate the wooden hull of the giant dragon ship.

What's more dangerous is that in recent decades, Ulthuan's high-elf fleet has also been attracted here.

Although the high elves are full of arrogance and prejudice, the whole world must affirm the high elves' contribution to anti-chaos. The high elves really believe that they have an obligation to protect the peace of the world, so since Teclis and the savior formed an alliance, Gao Jing's fleet began to maintain the peace of the Claw Sea and the Great Ocean. Apart from protecting the trade routes, Gao Jing really felt that she had an obligation to do something.

Whenever the northern wolf ships stray into the open sea, Ulthuan's fleet will spare no effort to encircle them, and the Norsca dragon ships are basically no opponents of the high-elite fleet.

In fact, when the three Grote brothers marched, the old Norsca looters under their command humbled and kindly reminded the three Grote brothers,

The high-elf fleet in the Claw Sea is not easy to deal with, why don't we go along the Nordland route.

"The era of the empire on which the sun never sets is over! The pointy-eared brat must die today!" roared Otto, the eldest of the three brothers.

"I'm going to make a new book of magic with the skin of those pointed ears." Ezelac, the second brother among the three brothers, laughed wildly.

"Me too." Guruit, the third brother among the three brothers, is a giant Nurgle war monster with no IQ, and it probably only knows this sentence.

The three Grote brothers decided that it would be over by rushing.

Sure enough, two weeks after the voyage began, the Chaos fleet of the three Grote brothers broke into the depths of the Sea of ​​Claws. Wherever this extremely filthy dragon boat fleet passed, it would leave dark green ripples and corroded spots on the sea surface. The stench can be smelled from several sea miles away. Of course, this will not be ignored by the high-spirited patrol fleet. As the symbolic phoenix flag is raised, the high-spirited eagle fleet began to appear in the chaos fleet line of sight far away.

Accompanied by high-spirited singing, a series of heavy impacts blasted past the ears of the three Grote brothers. The sailor covered in diseased sarcoma and a Yankee whose body was swollen like a balloon were nailed to the dragon boat with a whimper. side.

The eldest brother Otto didn't respond, and the second brother Ezerac laughed wildly.

The laughter did not stop, and the high-precision claw ballista bombarded the surface of the dragon boat like raindrops. The watchtower of the foremast was blown to pieces, and the side deck of the hull was blown out by the claw ballista. , the Yankee's body was torn apart by Gao Jing's overwhelming firepower.

The three Grote brothers continued to laugh. The Norscans had almost no long-range, and they just let the high-precision shoot.

After several rounds of volleys from the elves' eagle ships, the Norse giants still stood.

The body of the Yankee who was torn apart by the ballista is healing quickly, and those who cannot heal simply become two people. Any fatal injury attack on the body of the Yankee is like a toothpick hitting a jelly unless it is a direct headshot. It is the same as going up and then passing through, except for the sound of puff puff puff and puff puff, and the splash of juice, it hardly causes any damage.

"Put in harder! Try harder! Pointy-eared boys, haven't you eaten yet?" Eldest brother Otto laughed maniacally while holding a giant war scythe.

"Ning this, just this? How about scraping?" The second brother Ezerak was not to be outdone.

"Me too!" Third brother Guruit pouted.

The various plagues and thick humus wrapped on the giant dragon boat seemed to be alive. Under the spell of the second brother Ezerak, the humus quickly began to smoke and billow like life, and fine and dense spots appeared on the edge. Small sarcomas, they trembled as if they were alive, covering all the shattering and wounds caused by the Eagle Claw Ballista.

In less than half an hour, a layer of thick, sticky and full of wriggling maggots replaced the surface of the dragon boat and continued to perform their duties.

After the high-spirited Eagle Fleet bombarded frantically, the Dragon Fleet was safe and sound.

The high elves seemed to realize something, they began to try to get close to the Norscans, and they couldn't make the barbarians succumb at a long distance, so let's use the high elves' most proud jumping to fight!

Proud high-spirited sailors on several eagle warships approached quickly. They fired a rain of arrows at the Yankees, and then took up their weapons, ready to jump.

In the next second, expressions of extreme horror suddenly appeared on the faces of these high-spirited sailors and crew!

Tentacles, dozens of tentacles!

Dozens of tentacles suddenly appeared under the turbulent sea. These tentacles were all more than 50 centimeters in diameter and tens of meters in length. They entangled the high-precision eagle ship as if they had magical powers. The mast of the battleship was cut in half, and the deck was covered with foul-smelling tentacles, which entangled the bodies and hands and feet of the high-spirited soldiers, and an inexplicable mucus was secreted from the surface of the tentacles. The bright and bright skin quickly corroded and smoked after touching the mucus, and then chicken pox and red moss appeared all over the body. Amidst their frantic and miserable cries, dozens of high-spirited soldiers melted.

From skin, to flesh and blood, to organs and then to bones, it literally melted.

But these high spirits are still alive! There were screams from time to time in the mud.

After killing the soldier, the tentacles slammed the deck surface violently under Ezelac's order, snapped the mast, smashed the cabin, and whipped the eagle claw ballista.

The three high-spirited eagle ships that rushed up to join the fight did not persist for more than 20 minutes before they were shattered into pieces and buried in the belly of the fish. More than a hundred high-spirited warriors fell into the sea of ​​stench and foam. No hope of escape.

The remaining high-precision warships saw this scene, and the leading flagship immediately signaled to retreat, and the other elf warships quickly turned around and retreated, disappearing into the distance.

"This battle is just the beginning of our revenge. We will dedicate Brunswick to our loving father before Charlemagne's decaying throne!" Eldest brother Otto felt the power of Nurgle.

"Everything will eventually rot, and no mortal can avoid it. The only ending is to join us, or perish in the rot!" The second brother Ezerak raised his staff, hundreds of giant tentacles on the sea level and his movements Raise your hands together.

"Me too."

……… I am the same dividing line as me………

In May, Marienburg began to enter the most prosperous stage of the year, but the high elves had the worst news!

The enemy is coming! Chaos has really come, all the way to Marienburg!

Thousands of dragon boat fleets are approaching slowly but firmly, and the three brothers Grote, the leader of the Nurgle God Chosen, are approaching Marienburg with an unstoppable momentum.

At this time, the population of Marienburg has been reduced by nearly one-third, and the remaining dozens of big businessmen in the upper and lower houses of Marienburg have actually made a lot of money after the first wave of retreat.

A total of only three members of the House of Lords chose to leave Marienburg, Archduke Schulz, Viscount Casanova and Bernard Arnott. These three members of the House of Lords and six members of the House of Commons could only Sold all of his real estate at a price of 30%-50%.

Coupled with some evacuated small and medium-sized businessmen and many citizens, the unowned industry in the entire Marienburg has directly reached more than 20%. Among them, these huge vacancies and markets make the big businessmen like sharks smelling blood. A crazy merger!

Gain market share, seize stores, control purchase channels, and complete industry monopoly!

The good times are coming!

What makes these big businessmen even more ecstatic is that the Church of the Fairies in the Lake has withdrawn from Marienburg, and no one will uphold justice for hired workers and common people!

What twelve-hour work system, what minimum wage, what workers' compensation, what labor protection?

These are decayed and backward feudal remnants, which must be swept into the dustbin of history, and we in Marienburg do not like this!

Struggle is the main theme, singing the praises of the early morning workers!

This is a carnival of capital. For more than a month, all the big merchants in Marienburg have focused on the merger. When Ambassador Gao Jing passed the news to the Upper and Lower Houses, Grand Duke Valverde and the others Only then did I realize that maybe Chaos is really planning to come true!

In the extravagant parliamentary hall, the new Grand Duke of Marienburg asked everyone for their opinions: "The Chaos Fleet is gradually approaching, everyone."

De Boer, a member of the House of Lords, said: "It is still necessary to guard. We have no reason not to guard our property. Ladies and gentlemen, please remember that private property is sacred and inviolable. This is our Marienburg spirit!"

Everyone nodded, and all the property of the remaining people was in Fort Marien.

Another Betancourt-Meyers tentatively asked: "Can we still be the same as last time?"

Last time? Grand Duke Valverde remembered the last incident with Sigwald: "You mean... trying to negotiate with the barbarians?"

"The barbarians will come to plunder for nothing more than two reasons, one is people and the other is materials." De Boer is very serious: "Ask clearly, what do the barbarians want, just give them? Let us take a breather, Wealth will flow back again, what we need now is time to consolidate the achievements you have made over the past month!"

"How is this possible?"

"What kind of messed up decision is this?"

"Do we work for the barbarians? Give them what they want?"

There were many angry roars of big businessmen in the parliament hall. No matter how you say it, businessmen are human beings after all. The last time Sigvald turned to him can be understood as revenge against Sun King Ryan. After all, he once hurt the interests of Marienburg , but this time the Chaos Fleet comes again, what is it to be humble?

Most people still want to stand up and make money.

Seeing that most people disagreed, De Boer frowned, and he simply asked Francisco, the commander of Marienburg City Defense: "Then the question is, General Francisco, can you tell us if the chaos army really I'm calling, do you have any plans?"

"No plan." General Francisco shook his head directly.

"No plan? How did you become the commander of the city defense? We pay you 500 gold marks a year as a salary, and tens of thousands of gold marks for the maintenance of the city defense army every year. Now you tell us that you have no plan?" Valverde The Grand Duke said dissatisfiedly, "Haven't you thought about how to fight?"

"I have never fought against such a large-scale Chaos army. In the entire Marienburg, only Blackbeard Tiche really faced such an enemy in the Battle of Nur's Gate." General Francisco lowered his head: "It's just ..."

"What do you want to say? Say it!" Everyone in the parliament hall was impatient, and Alan Wertheimer, the president of the largest perfume and luxury goods chamber in the old world, asked: "Otherwise we can fire you now .”

"How about, as Mr. De Boer said, let's try to contact the barbarians and ask them what conditions they have." Francisco agreed with Chairman De Boer's words a little embarrassedly.

"Hey! Do you know what you're talking about, Francesco!"

"Isn't this the time to tell a story?"

"Are you kidding me!"

There were voices of dissatisfaction in the parliament.

"Are you serious? My general?" Grand Duke Valverde's expression changed, but he did not show obvious likes and dislikes.

"I'm serious." The city defense commander nodded.

"How can this be? Do you think our big embankment is not strong enough? Our artillery is not powerful enough? Our six wizard towers are not strong enough? Or do you think the three land ships we put in the warehouse are not enough to let the barbarians know? And retreat? Didn’t the powerful army of Tamu Khan in the past also lose in front of Nur’s four land ships?” President Betancourt-Meyers obviously felt that Francisco’s cowardly behavior Very dissatisfied, he directly scolded: "If you can't do it, change!"

"However, what if land ships are useless?" Francisco emphasized: "If we don't give the Yankees any chance to put forward conditions or explain, and go to war as soon as we come up, wouldn't it be easy for Fort Marien to fall into the flames of war? Hurting everyone's interests? Besides, if there is a fight, the land boat won't work? What will everyone do at that time?"

The entire resplendent hall of the House was suddenly as quiet as a chicken.

"So, first of all, send someone to contact the Yankees to find out what they want. Everything can be discussed, and there is nothing that cannot be discussed. Give them everything they can. Can they still give the land of Marienburg and Move the shops and docks back to Norsca?" General Francisco put his fingers together on the sandalwood table: "As long as they can go back, let them go to attack other places, Marin If the castle is preserved, everyone’s wealth will also be preserved, isn’t that the truth?”

The audience continued to be silent.

Contemplative expressions appeared on many people's faces.

It's just too embarrassing and politically incorrect, so everyone is embarrassed to be the first to agree.

Until the Grand Duke Valverde took the initiative to speak, he smiled: "I think that although Francisco's approach is a bit... correct, it is still a solution to the problem, everyone thinks?"

Many big businessmen nodded immediately.

"Anyway, I'd rather pay a large sum of money to make the barbarians retreat, and I can't tolerate any Britannia or imperial people coming to our Marienburg to make trouble!" President De Boer nodded again and again. He said politely: "At the beginning, that guy Ivan came to blackmail us once, and then the Sun King came to ransack us again. It's endless, right? You must know that the barbarians go south once every ten years at most. If Karl -Wolfs like Franz or Ryan Machado have tasted the sweetness, they will come every day to suck the bones, this is the real disaster and doomsday!"

"Oh, well said!"

"One thing to say, indeed!"

"I'd rather give it to the Yankees than a jackal!"

"It is a necessary expense to pay for the Yankees to retreat. It is also a necessary expense to pay for the organization of the city defense and hire all the mercenary regiments, including the ogre mercenaries to defend us." De Boer continued. Said, he waved his fist: "But asking for help from the empire? Arming the citizens on the battlefield? These are extra and unnecessary expenses. Who knows what will happen to those people after they get our money and our weapons?"

"And that... Empress Katarin? She's in Brittany now, right? How about we pay her to hold the lineup? How simple is an employment contract, isn't she short of money? The price is too high It’s fine if you don’t order it!”

There are more voices agreeing, what should be spent needs to be spent, and what can be saved should be saved as much as possible.

"Perhaps things are not that bad. It is not uncommon for barbarians to plunder Marienburg in history, but the number of times is small. We have also concluded many armistice agreements. Among them, the most famous 'Crimson Agreement' guarantees nearly 400 Peace for the next year?" Grand Duke Valverde finally spoke: "I think we can temporarily follow Francisco's advice, don't worry, everyone, maybe the barbarians just want a small gift, maybe it's a misunderstanding, everything will be fine, Hold on, let's see what happens next."

"But what if the barbarians really came here to destroy us?" Some members still asked.

"Then our strong city defense of Marienburg, our legendary mercenary team, our wizard tower, and those three land ships will accompany the Yankees to the end!" Francisco stood up, and the commander of the city defense looked like He is a hero who saves the city, shining brilliantly: "It is the most honorable thing in the world for a man to die to protect his own property! We will let them understand what is an iron-blooded merchant, what is an iron-blooded Marienburg, and what is an iron-blooded capitalist !"

"Iron-blooded capitalist! Iron-blooded capitalist!"

"Francisco, I'm Superman!"

"You are the great savior of Marienburg!"

There has been applause in the conference hall of the House of Representatives! Everyone was impressed by General Francisco's wit, and the applause continued for a long time.

In this way, the meeting lasted until the evening, and Marienburg's response plan was finalized.

The code name of the plan is "Iron Blood Capitalist".