Chapter 567, Times Make Heroes

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If Musillon is very short of the necessary population, then Emperor Karl Franz has a headache on how to reduce the population pressure in Brunswick. Emperor Karl Franz found that no matter how much relief food he allocates, people flock from all directions Refugees, deserters and beggars who come here can always eat up the relief food, and even after the relief food is distributed to the beggars, part of it will be taken away and dedicated to the "beggar king", and then distributed layer by layer. A lot of relief food fell into the hands of the "beggar king", "beggar elder" and underground gangs.

But the emperor did not dare to stop distributing relief food. First, doing so would affect his image, and second, it was easy to cause troubles in the city. He could only provide as many jobs as possible, and the more he did this, the more he did. The more people flood into Brunswick, a gang of longshoremen with thousands of members is unthinkable for Brittany.

Relatively speaking, Nuer is more indifferent to the poor and refugees. The city is satisfied with the self-government and affluent life of the citizen class. The life of the Nuer people is exquisite and chasing fashion. Clothes, shoes, and whatever jewelry you wear will be wildly sought after by the bourgeoisie the next day, and Noor tends to refuse to accept that much of the population unless there is a skill.

"Noor always shuts the door on mediocrity."

—Nur Generalissimo Erstein.

After all, Nur is just a city with a population of 150,000 to 200,000.

Compared with the pride of the Nuer people and the character of small citizens who don't care about the life and death of the outside world, under the influence of history and culture, the nobles of Reikland always tend to "I have the obligation to send troops to support my compatriots when they are suffering" "Since I am so powerful, I will We should do something for the empire." Under the influence of this custom and culture, whenever any province of the empire is in trouble, the nobles of Reikland will clamor loudly in the emperor's court to send troops to support the empire compatriots, Karl - Emperor Franz will not and cannot refuse the entry of most refugees like Nur, which will cause him to be opposed by many nobles and lose popular support.

The Reiklanders are like the proud and haughty jewels of the empire, under Emperor Karl Franz the province was the wealthiest, most civilized and most arrogant, compared to only the Nuer .

In the eyes of the Ricks, being a soldier and fighting is a shortcut to becoming a nobleman and making a fortune. The middle class, which has been expanding over the years, is even more eager for war.

But at the same time, the Ricks are also very arrogant and rude. They are famous for their desire to control. The Ricks like to loudly ignore other people's opinions just to express their own opinions. When they found out that their wives were seduced by Rick's playboys, they were very angry about this, but what made people laugh was that the male nobles in other provinces were eager to marry a Rick female nobleman because of their beauty. Famous old world along with ego.

If a "country aristocrat" can marry a Rick noblewoman, it will be enough to make them proud and boast in various private banquets for decades.

Just like Ryan marrying Suria, it may not be that Ryan is not worthy, but it is big news in the old world to be able to marry the Duke's daughter. If Ryan goes to the imperial banquet, many nobles will surround him and ask him to impart experience and storytelling.

"Next year? Next year I will go to the Empire with you too, good friend." Alfred the Templar raised his head from his plate. It is also very embarrassing for him to eat with his arms, and he has to use a knife and a fork, which makes him have no time to talk: "Good friend, take me with you, I just happened to go to the church headquarters to report on my work, and you are entrusting me with such a large piece of land now." Land, I intend to write to Archbishop Vekmar to send more paladins and dervishes here.

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"Well, it's a good idea. By the way, Ah Fu, do you know why it's two thousand gold crowns?" Ryan laughed like a fool.

"Two thousand?" Alfred was stunned for a while, then he suddenly remembered something, blushed, and whispered, "Ah, yes, exactly two thousand, and her request was also two thousand at that time."

"So?" Ryan looked at his childhood playmate playfully, as if he was hinting at something.

Now Ryan is thirty-four years old, and Alfred is also thirty-three years old. Neither of them can be regarded as young people. They are now in their prime, and they are at the best and peak time of their lives.

For men in the old world, there has always been the saying that grass is two, silver is three, and gold is forty, that is, men at the age of twenty are worthless. At the crossroads of life, if he still achieves nothing at this time, he will not achieve much in his life. If he is already a little famous at this time, the future is very promising, and a man at the age of forty is starting the most important part of his life. prime age.

(As for why it is forty years old, I won’t analyze it here, lest someone say that the number of words is water.)

That is why, at the time of the imperial election, the forty-five-year-old Boris Todbringer was more favored by the electors than the thirty-two-year-old Karl Franz.

Moreover, the talent of Boris the Elector has also been reflected in his long years of rule. He has accumulated quite high prestige and contacts, and has made great achievements in many fields such as economics, trade, cultural development, science and technology, diplomacy, and military affairs. He even implemented a democratic policy in the territory. Although he enacted laws, he recruited many professional consultants. People from all walks of life in the territory, such as businessmen, craftsmen, and religious people, could also directly put forward suggestions from different classes to him through the city council. . Under the construction of Boris, White Wolf City has become a harmonious, free and prosperous international metropolis. Even the living standards and environmental quality in poor areas are better than most cities in the empire. is very rare.

"That matter... let's talk about it later." Alfred was indeed a little excited, he thought carefully before shaking his head: "What I have to do now is to be loyal to my duty, good friend, since you have Freya Gu The Church Quarter and the surrounding lands were granted to me, and I must do my duty, and I will rebuild that land, and restore it to its former glory."

"Well, Ah Fu, you can think like this." Ryan nodded again and again, he thought for a while and decided to say: "I can't spare the army to help you now, you can only rely on yourself."

"No problem, I still have dozens of paladins and ascetics under my command." Alfred nodded. These people were his superiors after he wrote to the headquarters of the Justice Church in Brunswick. The Great Lecturer sent an army to assist Alfred, but these men came too late for the war, and now they came in handy.

The ancient church area of ​​Freya is located in the middle of the Duchy of Musilon, north of the Spire Palace, a relatively peaceful swamp surrounded by hills. There is an entire ancient church area here, which was once used by the high elves to worship Area, when the high elves retreated from the old world, the "old religion" inherited here (the old religion refers to the original belief of human beings in nature, that is, they do not worship a certain god, but worship nature as a whole).

As time goes by, the "Old Religion" has basically died out due to the lack of specific gods, clear doctrines, divine graces, and lack of people to preach. At this time, the famous mother goddess "Freya" is also the wife of the god of nature Tal , the natural sect under these two gods took over here, and the famous Freya ancient church area was formed here.

There is Alfred's fief.

There is a solid monastery here made of granite and stone slabs. It used to be that three corpse kings led a small army of undead to live here. Now that the entire monastery has been cleaned up, Alfred and his subordinates can directly Stationed in, the two thousand gold crowns given by Ryan were enough for Alfred to quickly rebuild the area and resume production.

It is actually a helpless move for Ryan to engage in big distribution at this time.

Needless to say, the disadvantages of the enfeoffment system needless to say, the enfeoffment nobles must be relatively low in terms of mobilization and tax payment, but the advantage of the enfeoffment system is that after Ryan entrusts these lands, he doesn't have to worry about them. The knight nobles who get the land Naturally, he will do his best for his own land and spend his savings to resume production and construction. If Ryan takes care of this, he will definitely not be able to do it. If he was a baron before, he could manage it when he was an earl Come here, then after he becomes the Duke, it is impossible for Ryan to have an overview of the affairs of the entire Dukedom by himself.

Moreover, these knights and nobles under Ryan have followed him for many years, winning all the way, and being fascinated all the way. Now, whether it is the army or the nobles under Ryan, they are a group of people who are capable of fighting, and they deserve their own rewards.

With Ryan's prestige in full swing, he ordered that these knights and nobles must follow his will, and there is no need to worry that they will not mobilize the army with all their strength. This is personal prestige, at least as long as Ryan is still in position, there is no need Worried about the disobedience of the knight nobles, this is a quick success, but there is nothing to do.

The times make heroes, and now the south of Brittania has been winning and winning under the leadership of Ryan. After a series of wars, a large number of knights and nobles who are capable of fighting have emerged. Remembered by mortals with victories.

Whether it is Lopes who followed him from Fort Marien or the heroic Olivier who is proficient in leading cavalry, Hux who is good at commanding infantry in front of battle, or Lucien who is good at tactics and strategies, they all have their own in the Old World. Not a small amount of fame, and now that Alfred has won the first-class credit for recovering Musillon, I believe his name will soon be known to humans in the Old World.

"There is nothing more effective in winning the hearts of subordinates than generous rewards."

—Imperial Emperor William III "Iron Cross"

"By the way, Duke Ryan, what about the titles of Duke of Lyonnaise and Duke of Montfort now? Are they still vacant?" The empire asked with interest. An important gateway for Tania's trade, the choice of the Duke of Montfort is very important.

"His Majesty Richard has sent people to find the former Duke of Lyonnaise Darhard, who is on the redemption expedition. At the same time, Baron Adehad of the Duke of Lyonnaise's family is also ready to succeed. As for Montfort, Foll Card's eldest son, Ford, has announced that he will be the new Duke of Montfort." Ryan nodded.

The dinner ended quickly, because Musillon had just been captured, and everything was kept simple. After the meal, the two imperial generals left. Alfred and Lucien stayed and said a few words to Ryan and then left.

On the streets of Musillon, the two imperial generals were still discussing this issue. Dietrich, who was in his fifties, was looking forward to the filthy Grassmore River, and suddenly felt very moved: "I always felt that, Except for the knights, Britannia is a bunch of waste, but from this war, the human compatriots on this side of the mountain are not as backward as we imagined. In these few battles, the infantry regiment under Ryan's command can be described as tenacious. Their fighting will and morale are even stronger than that of our Nuer army."

Feeling the cool breeze blowing on a summer night, Boris von Zhukov sneered disapprovingly: "This is normal, sir, the serfs under the Duke of Lane have good food and a lot of training, so although their education level is relatively Low, but they can win and keep winning. Ryan has fought many battles and basically never lost. After following him for a long time, even the serf soldiers have the confidence to win. Even if the battle is frustrated, They will also firmly believe that this is only temporary, and victory will eventually come. In this case, as long as the equipment, training and treatment can keep up, they can form a truly elite army. This is the formation of the "Old Guard" by the Duke of Lane 'The biggest capital, as long as the training and cultural education are followed up, it is not surprising that there will be a new elite of the Nur Iron Armored Army level in the future."

"Conversely, even the professional army that Nur trains every day, if he retreats all day long and flees in front of a strong enemy all day long, even the most elite army will be useless after a long time." Boris von Ruko The husband still looked a little arrogant: "The army can only grow through the tempering of real wars. What's the use of training all day long?"

"Well, maybe that's why His Excellency the Countess sent us to Britannia. In any case, this mission has been completed. Although it is not perfect, at least we have not been wiped out." Dietrich Lao Cheng said solemnly that this imperial general has been fighting for many years, and his views are relatively conservative. He does not seek great merit, but seeks no fault: "With the Duke of Lane, we can also return to Your Excellency the Duchess. This time the capture is very Yes, plus the commission from the king, we can get a lot of money, which is enough for us to pay all the pensions and have a good income left. When I return to Nur, I want to rest for two years. How about you? ? Boris?"

"Yeah." Boris nodded. He seemed concerned, but simply replied: "Generally speaking, it's okay. As for me? Let's talk."

"Do you have something on your mind?" Dietrich keenly noticed that Boris' state was not right, and he tentatively asked, "Is it you... father? What happened?"

Boris von Zhukov's father is the Grand Duke of Ostland and Elector of Wolfen Vamir von Zhukov, since Boris has been approved to use the surname of von Zhukov, So everyone can openly discuss what happened between him and his father.

Elector Vamir has a good relationship with his illegitimate son, but Boris has always avoided meeting his half-brothers Oleg and Vasily.

"Yes, sir, do you know about Arenasa-Brine Hate and her Swordfish?" Boris whispered, "It's the privateering regulations passed in the Imperial Conference a few years ago?"

"Of course I know. I heard that this pirate fleet got the privateer's permission from the empire. They plundered along the entire southern Norscan coastline. Since Egil-Red Eye is dead, the northern barbarians on the southern coast of Norscans are all Busy fighting for supremacy, this series of looting has achieved unimaginable success, and all the barbarian settlements along the south coast of Norsca have been plundered frantically and suffered huge losses." Dietrich nodded: "I I remember that Britannia took the lead in this matter, everyone is happy to see those savages being beaten, they often go south to plunder us, and now it is their turn to plunder them."

"My brother, Oleg von Zhukov is planning to launch a military campaign. When the barbarians are weak, he wants to lead the fleet of Ostland and the army of the Kingdom of Kislev to attack northward. Norsca, especially Oleg, he wants to go deep into the interior of Norsca to leave an unforgettable lesson for the barbarians, and my father... is also a little moved, so he invited me to attack Norsca together at that time .” Boris seemed very tangled: “I don’t know what to do now.”

"Should this military operation be carried out immediately?" Dietrich was very surprised, and went deep into Norsca? Are the Osters dying?

"No, not so fast. It's just an intention now." Boris shook his head: "Oleg just mentioned it. As for when to attack, it will be at least two or three years later."

"Then don't worry, wait for the military plan to be made, when they plan to attack, where to go, how to ensure supplies, as well as the specific combat plan and the number of troops participating in the battle are all planned. After you read it, you can decide whether to Join." Dietrich was mature and prudent, and the imperial general shook his head: "Don't fight unprepared battles."

"That's the only way to go." Boris thought about it carefully. Although this method is stupid and passive, it is still a good method.

The night is getting dark, Mu Xilong, Jiangxin Island, Landuin Street.

In the master bedroom of the three-story building, Ryan, Teresa, and Veronica, who had finished handling things outside, sat together and tasted wine. Veronica rushed back with no clothes changed. , or dress up in a short dress and stockings and high heels.

The sorceress took a sip of the red wine, and said helplessly, "To be honest, I really don't want to stay here anymore, Ryan, when are we going back? I kind of miss my wizard tower."

"Almost." Ryan nodded: "After arranging personnel and leaving the garrison, we can lead the rest of the army back to Jean. Moreover, Suria has been eight months old, and I, as a husband, must rush back gone."

"Great, actually I'm bored too." Veronica shrugged. Witch Jialan didn't want to stay in Musillon any more. Practicing, she is now at the peak of legendary strength. The thirty-five-year-old Witch Jialan is touching the threshold of the sanctuary. She actually doesn't like to fight so frequently.

"In a few days, we can go back after all the arrangements are clear." Ryan suddenly smiled, and he laughed straight: "Whose turn is it tonight?"

Teresa blushed and exchanged glances with Veronica, beckoning Veronica to speak.

Veronica couldn't stop laughing coquettishly. She glanced at Ryan and deliberately paused for a while before speaking.

"No rotations these days, my dear."