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Chapter 1639 Rise
"The next time I see this old fox again, I won't kill him harshly. I'm not Zhao Hu!" The fat man secretly underestimated.

Seeing the old butler standing there awkwardly waiting for him to reply, he glanced at the old butler with a very resentful expression, and waved his hand at the old butler. The old butler looked very depressed, wondering why his young master went crazy!

"You inform Cohen to send someone to take those weapons and equipment, and you are personally responsible for supervising the transport of the gold coins on two of the vehicles to the castle vault, and the remaining one to the tax collector Stonenard to take it away, I can I don’t want to hear this ghost crying in front of me again!”

Winter is the season of snow and white. The cold north wind blows large flakes of snow and begins to whistle outside the castle. Just like the unbearable cold weather, bad news comes from the turbulent north.

After more than a month of tug-of-war, the cavalry of the Kazakhs had broken through the northern defense line of the empire, and their soldiers were pointing directly at the imperial capital.

In the battle last month, the emperor was shot through the thigh by an armor-piercing arrow from a Kazakh sharpshooter, and the main force of the emperor's army was defeated.

In order to cover the retreat of the large army, two thousand guard knights were surrounded by nearly ten thousand Kazakh cavalry. The whole army died in battle, and none survived.

The main force of the imperial army retreating into the northern fortress was surrounded by the chasing Kazakh cavalry regiment, and Kazakh rangers appeared within 50 miles near the imperial capital.

The imperial capital is in jeopardy, and the entire northern war situation is corrupt.

In order to escape the flames of war, a large number of northern refugees dragged heavy carts, carrying all their belongings, and brought their wives, children, and children, and flocked into the relatively peaceful southern counties in the snowy sky.

"My lord, more than 100 refugees have poured into our territory from Sartor County in the north in the past few days. If this continues, our food supply will become a big problem! Let's issue a "restriction order" like other lords! My lord's heart is good, but we can't let these refugees die!"

The tax collector Stoner reported to Zhao Hu with a sad face, the pile of firewood burning in the hall drove away the cold air, and the dry pine firewood made a "pop" sound in the flames, just like Stoner who is now in a state of anxiety heart of virtue.

Recently, more and more refugees from the north flocked to the Falcon Territory. From the first dozen to hundreds in the past few days, the number of refugees in the entire territory has now exceeded the terrifying 3000.

Thinking of the huge daily expenses to feed these people, the tax collector Stonard has a headache, but this "prodigal lord" also deliberately ordered that all refugees can stay in the territory, which is similar to that of the nearby lords. Measures vary widely.

In order to make a good name for themselves, all the nearby lords opened their doors to the refugees in the north in accordance with the "Wartime Noble Relief Act", but in order to prevent their territories from being dragged down by these refugees, they all issued "restrictions" without exception. "Residence" order, only allowing refugees to pass through their own territory, but will not give any help.

This cruel order drove all the refugees from the central to the south like a flock of sheep, and then continued to drive down. No one knew what would happen to the refugees who had been driven all the time. The lords had no idea about the life and death of these refugees. This carefree.

Of course, it's not that there have been refugees stranded, but in the face of the sharp swords of the lord's army, these resistances are futile.

In the nearby Sartor County, there was an incident where the lord led the army to burn down the settlements built by refugees privately. More than 20 refugees were killed in the conflict, and nearly 1000 people were driven out of Sartor County.

"Do you want me to drive these poor people out like those cold-blooded animals? Let them freeze to death this winter and starve to death in the mountains and forests?"

Zhao Hu interrupted the tax collector's chatter with a cold face, and the cold light in his eyes made the tax collector Stonard, who was still complaining below, shut up knowingly.

Ever since he learned of the "restriction order" issued by the nearby lords, Zhao Hu called these lords "cold-blooded animals". I also know that this is not a good word.

"You go down first, our food should be able to survive this winter, and you can withdraw [-] gold coins from the castle's treasury, and buy food from the surrounding territories. I don't want to see anyone freeze to death this winter!"

With a serious face, Zhao Hu waved his hands to the gloomy Stonenard below. Looking at the back of Stonenard who turned around and left, Zhao Hu showed a sly smile on his chubby face.

"There are people who have money, and there are more people who have money. How do you know that these refugees are my treasures, but they have helped me solve a big problem. As long as my ceramic workshop is built in a few days, these people may still be alive." Not enough!"

Early in the morning, the fat man, who was still dreaming of getting rich, was woken up by a hasty knock on the door. He was so angry that he didn't even put on any clothes. He only put on a pair of big underpants that leaked air at the corners. When he came out of the bedroom, he saw the old butler handing a red military newspaper to him with an embarrassed expression on his face.

"What?" asked the fat man.

The old butler of "Emergency Military News" responded.

"Military newspaper!" The red wax made the fat man speechless. Recently, he saw such things every day, and the fat man was numb. Either he was stabbed here by the Kazakhs, or he was harassed by the Kazakhs there. The content of the daily military newspaper is more like showing that the building of the empire is being ransacked by a robber named Kazakh.

The fat man accepted the red military order from the old housekeeper with a depressed face. His face changed after he glanced at it. The big bosses in the north finally couldn't stand it any longer, and all the orders for reinforcements were sent to remote areas south.

Two more unlucky little northern lords became trophies of the Kazakhs. These Kazakhs seemed to be addicted to catching the lords, and they were sure to catch them. Who told those idiots to hide in their castles.

Fatty has also seen that kind of simple small castle in the countryside. The low wall can be crossed by himself on horseback. It would be better to dig a few deep trenches outside the house.

The latest situation is that two squadrons of Kazakhs bypassed the Iron Tower Fortress on the center line and entered Sartor County above the Falcon Territory. A squadron of heavy soldiers stationed in the north of the Iron Tower Fortress was killed by a surprise attack by the Kazakhs. clean!Baron Hessani, the leader of Sartor County, was beheaded, which shows that the Kazakhs who made the whole north into a nest have come to the edge of their nest.

Looking at the battle situation and the final order in the military newspaper, Fatty's expression became even more bitter.

"Fuck! What's the matter? The big guy can't carry it, let the little guy get on it! The hole in the iron tower needs to be repaired by me, and I won't join in the fun!" The fat man angrily threw the military newspaper in his hand to the ground.

That's right, the fat man saw his name in the military newspaper just now, Marquis Zhao Hu of the Falcon family, and the Military Affairs Department forced the Falcon Territory to quickly send troops to reinforce Sartor, and then went north to fill the loopholes in the middle defense line, thinking that he was about to face For the legendary "Kazakh Ranger", the king of long-range maneuvering, this is the death of the fat man.

"Dead comrades don't die poor." This has always been the motto of the fat man. Two thousand elite guard knights are hanging on the Lisa River beach, and these miscellaneous infantry are not enough for the Kazakhs.

"Master, disobedience to military orders will be regarded as treason!" The old butler looked at the fat man's bitter face and knew what the fat man was thinking, so he couldn't help reminding him kindly.

For this daring master, the old butler knew that this order from the Ministry of Military Affairs, which touched the interests of the master, was not as good as a gold Luke worth ten yuan in the eyes of the fat man. No doubt.

The fat man was secretly depressed for a while with a sad expression on his face, his eyes gurgling around, seeing the fat man's expression, the old butler below knew that the fat man must have nothing good in his heart, and sure enough, after a while, he turned to the man below and waited for a reply The old housekeeper waved his hand and said: "Okay, I will send troops as soon as possible. You immediately send a messenger to Lord Nika and tell him that this time we are sending troops out of morality. Give nothing less, our loss is great! Tell Cohen to immediately recruit soldiers from among the refugees. As long as they are willing to join the army, I will not only take care of their food and food, but also treat our soldiers equally when they make military achievements! I will If you don’t believe that Kazakhs are made of iron, I will bite one out of ten.”

These words made the already exhausted old butler almost fall down the stairs with a groan. With such a large-scale recruitment, I am afraid that the finance and tax officer Stonenard will not only yell at the "prodigal son" but also add a lot of gray hair to his head. .

After preparing for nearly half a month in his own territory, Fatty reluctantly led the army in his own territory, and marched from the Falcon territory to Sartor County.

Fatty walked at the front of the team, seeing behind him like a forest of spears, rain of heads, and a mass of darkness. It was the first time he led such a huge army, with a sense of satisfaction on his face. Such a huge army is just a few big men from the north. This is the level at home.

The equipment and military pay of 400 people almost didn't make the treasurer Stonard hang himself miserably. Fortunately, the [-] sets of elite infantry equipment and [-] gold coins sent by the northern Hittite Tower last time were only a little bit more expensive. Solved.

But this still left only a few hairs on the head of the treasurer Stonenard bald. Some people said that the hair fell out in a hurry. The son of the finance and tax officer, Starn, said: "That's when he was worried. It was pulled out by accident!"

(End of this chapter)