Kingdom’s Bloodline

Chapter 239 Centennial Chess (Part 1)

"He? 闵迪思三?" Ronnie Grandpa shook his head in a smirk: "He is the threat you said?"

"A docile king who has been dead for more than a hundred years?"

Rumba looked coldly at Ronnie.

His eyes made the latter very uncomfortable.

Grandpa Lecco re-sit in the brown-black rectangular table and coughed.

After a few seconds, Lombard finally turned his head.

"Most people - including you may think that his merits are average, and even a little weak," Black Sands snorted: "Don't worry, I thought so when I was young."

His eyes are cold: "闵迪思·星星三."

Looking at the Lumbarda of Rumba, I couldn't help but be surprised.

That look...

"What does it have to do with him?" Olsei questioned.

Lombard took a deep breath and looked at Orsius.

"Do you know him? This so-called ‘sage lord?” The black sand tyrant faintly asked.

Several big men frowned at almost the same time.

"A long time ago, I heard from the Costa Bachelor, not many," Ronnie squinted and recalled the past years of the study: "But I heard that he has not done anything big."

When Lamba’s eyes moved, he snorted: “Nothing big?”

"I don't have any impression on him. It is said that I have dragged through the fourth continental war by various diplomatic means," Ronnie replied faintly: "The king who does nothing" is rare even in the stars."

Lenba's expression is unchanged.

"I heard that he is a weak king and compromises the vassals everywhere." Tluedida swayed his chin and thought thoughtfully: "For example, the so-called higher aristocratic parliament, and the country is a meeting, it is all him. What's left - turning the Fuxing Palace into a noisy market, both reduces efficiency and is unsightly."

“Just these?” Lombard raised an eyebrow: “No?”

“He has drawn a large number of people to manage his own territory, especially like to use bureaucrats from low-level aristocrats,” said Leko’s grandfather: “Even even detailed regulations have been made – thus offending a lot of hereditary positions. The vassal."

Oller froze on the side: "The father warned us with his example, be careful of the merchants - I heard that Judith III borrowed money from merchants to pay for the finances, and even had to issue a franchise to fill the debt, so the nobility They all laughed behind him as the merchant's 'servant king'."

Rumba sighed long.

“Is this the ‘Yinjun’ in your impression?”

The Grand Dukes reacted differently: Tluedida shrugged, Ronnie was still cold-faced, and Olsiu was in doubt.

Only Lecco Grand Duke, a pair of murky eyes glowed with strange and special emotions.

"The captive of twelve years ago, Urad told me," Lombard dropped his eyelids and seemed to sigh: "He used to be a small tax collector in the North, and he was called a prisoner in wartime. He was usually a little. The tax collectors are responsible for transportation during the war, especially in the southern and central army of the stars."

Rumba blinked sharply.

"But the tax collectors are also good, and the grain supervisors are good. These positions need to be passed through the 'assessment' to get them - the tax collectors must be proficient in counting and clearly accounting."

Before the eyes of the big public, the words of the Dasha Dagong continued, and the tone of the vicissitudes of life: "Even if it is a noble person, it is not qualified to be a bureaucrat."

"what did you say?"

Tluedida spoke with some confusion: "Audit?"

Lombard nodded.

"It's strange, right?" The black sand screams: "I bet that I was punished in my study because I couldn't recite a family motto in my childhood. You won't hear the word again in your life."

Several big men are slightly stunned.

"But this is the supervisor of the grain in the army of the stars," Lombard took a deep breath, and his eyes were taboo and dignified: "Not only that."

"There are soldiers, clerks, logistics officers, medical officers in their army officers. There are too many, I can't remember." At that moment, the expression of Rumba became very ugly, and it seemed that something was wrong. Past events: “When they are not fighting, they are all professional bureaucrats with fixed jobs. They have undergone specific assessments. The military judges must read the laws and distinguish between right and wrong. The clerical officers must be proficient in the process and identification information. The logistics officer is responsible for all kinds of materials. If you know..."

Tluedida interrupted him.

"I know what you are talking about," rebuilt the tower, and turned his eyeballs. His eyebrows were lightly picked: "You mean that the backbone officers of the Stars Corps are made up of these literate and knowledgeable people? So they can do this. Quickly regrouping..."

"Short," Lombard replied with a blunt remark, and put the rest of Tulunda's Grand Duke in his throat: "Our Exeter's officers are mostly aristocrats, counting and even reading poems. Some can recite one or two verses in the temple."

"But when they are sent to the army to lead the group of villages to recruit soldiers, what can they do?"

Grandpa Lecco gently tapped the square table and looked at the table with Rumba.

"So what you are saying is," the old man whispered: "The key to the annihilation of the Stars Regiment is these unremarkable little bureaucrats?"

Rumba glanced at the other three grand princes.

"I remember my uncle, Kaslan. When I was young, I often heard him bragging about how versatile the White Blades were. - Strict and cruel training, so that they could fill almost everything from death squads, messengers, logistics, scouts to prisoners. a position."

"The world is rare."

The black sand big lord immediately turned around:

"So, whenever the war started, countless fighters were called in, and the king sent his Whiteblade Guard and his loyalty to him to fill positions from junior officers to Guards commanders - just like us. Let’s send the guards and cronies to each position. Are you familiar with such scenes?”

Rumba leaned over his head, and the face of the vicissitudes of life was reflected in the fire.

"And the army of the stars?" He faintly.

The hearts of several Dagong suddenly became tight.

Just listen to the thick and heavy voice of Lombard, ringing in the hall:

“A long time ago, they got used to a fixed system.”

“The supervisory officer is only responsible for calculating the figures and shipping. The logistics officer only buryes his head and distributes the materials. The military judges only cut the head according to the law and order, and the clerical officer is responsible for coordinating the communication...”

"They only know that they can only do the things on their hands, the division of labor is clear, they all do their part, they don't interfere with each other, and they don't have to be shackled by the king or the Grand Duke."

"The logistics and management of the recruits are not necessarily determined by the people sent above, and they will not be completely changed because of the change of a coach."

Rumba slaps on the table and his eyes are burning.

Staring at several big men is not happy.

"Can you imagine?"

Rumba bit his teeth and his face said: "We Northlanders - no, almost all the troops in the world - have been recruiting troops from the territories for hundreds of years, and they are used to taking out a gold coin and letting the familiar confidants The guards, that is, the vassals under the control of the group of soldiers, to give the grain to the equipment, to cut the head and cut the wood to cut the captives, right?"

"What you said is a regular professional army that has time and time to refine the process," Ronnie Dale put down his arms and frowned and said: "The battlefield victory and defeat is in the moment of short-handedness." Instead of spending energy on these personnel, offending countless vassals, it’s not as good as..."

Rumba jerked his head and glanced at the grandfather of the city.

He shook his head scornfully in the bottom of his heart.

"Yeah, in the war, these are all trivial things about war, but there is no negligible thing to break down." Rumba, despite his disdain, still patiently said: "Only the year-round reserve, battles The professional army, after years of aging, can gradually get used to, get used to, and be familiar with, forming their own military traditions and rules, such as the White Blade Guard and Glacier Sentry."

However, the black sand Dagong immediately changed his expression: "The Star Huijun Corps is also a recruiting corps!"

Ronnie’s face was stiff.

"But it works like this: logistics transportation efficiency is more than twice that of ours, staff re-editing is easy, military discipline maintenance is well organized, rewards and punishments are clear and clear, and there are clear rules from offense to retreat."

Rumba swept through every big man seriously and dignified, looking at their faces or unbelievable, or a look of uncertainty:

"It’s just these broken things. The group of dolls we’ve never looked at, the weak hands and the soft, the newly recruited dolls have done many times better than us – so they can follow a set of self even if they fail. In the process of regular rules and habits, we will immediately resume logistics, regroup and regain our strength in a short time."

Rumba took a deep breath and looked ugly.

"Twelve years ago, in the days of the rear, I listened to the waste of Peifu every day and complained about the injustices they encountered." The black sand tyrant’s eyes angered: "Why are we always looking at the city?" The little boy only knows how to curse."

Oller and Tluedida looked at each other and felt each other's uneasiness in their hearts.

Rumba's tone is getting more and more angry: "What he can't see is that we have a whole 100,000 troops, and because of the several raids of Horace's comet, the supply line that we try our best to maintain is so anxious that even the fortress is not allowed to be attacked. Don't stop."

"He also couldn't see: After we got rid of the star butcher, how much time did we spend, in the promotion of the nobility and the perfunctory forces of various forces, redeployed manpower, arranged routes, raised grain, and struggled to reorganize the logistics, for the front line. Conveying the nourishment of war."

"He can't see it at the same time: At the same time, taking the southern Xinghui Legion as an example, the star-studded people who are in desperate state are still well-organized under the high pressure through the ordinary bureaucrats who have long been specializing in this. One replenishment, the next replenishment, the next retreat, and the next rendezvous point, quickly and efficiently regroup the disbanded deserters and squadrons - this is the truth of 'immortality'!"

Rumba exhaled a breath from his nose, as if to vent his resentment for twelve years: "Nun Wang still complained that we dragged the hind legs of his war: it was because Pefitte’s kid’s mouth was unobstructed. Big mouth, Nunn even ordered his grandfather to abdicate as a punishment - I sometimes wondered: Maybe we are dragging his hind legs compared to the opposite."

Lecco had a heavy face and he looked at the square table with a sigh of relief.

"If this is what you have to say," Ronnie frowned. "The Stars have a good corps logistics operation...still far from being enough to convince us."

Rumba bent his mouth and sneered.

His laughter is full of disdain, contempt, ridicule, and faint anger.

Rumba slowly stood up from the seat, and the figure projected into the center of the hall, like a glacial bear just waking up.

"Do you think this is all?"

"You don't have my territory closer to the stars," Lombard pressed his own sword and looked fierce. "You know, what have I seen in these ten years?"

Tluedida narrowed his eyes.

The faint uneasiness rises from his heart.

Olsiu breathed a deep breath.

Ronnie endured the impulse to interrupt, waiting quietly for Rumba.

"No," said the black sand big man with a sullen face and a terrible tone: "The eternal star is just a scale of the dragon, a glimmer of the star."

"I don't know when to start..."

"Their kingdoms are all working like this."

Lecco was staring at Lombard's face, listening to his words, and there was an inexplicable panic in his heart.

All this, running?

this is……

What do you mean?

The name of the chapters in these days has been adjusted again. The comrades of the mobile client have to delete the book from the bookshelf, and the chapter name will be normal.

Ok, it’s getting brighter, I went to sleep.

It seems that I have to fish again tomorrow.

(End of this chapter)