Warhammer Throne

"What's wrong? Ryan?"

"Your Majesty, what happened?"

Mogianna, Bertrand, and Dawu who were present asked almost all together.

"Two news." Ryan raised his letter, and the cavalier thought for a while, then said: "First, von Zhukov castle was lost, except for Oleg von Zhukov, who led 8,000 people out As the castle retreated towards Wolfenburg, all the remaining imperial armies were killed in battle, and Marshal Odel Model committed suicide. Even Oleg’s mother, the Electoral Lady Ivana, also died on the way. Motkin ordered a Holocaust-wide massacre, and the entire castle was razed to the ground. The massacre continued until I received the information. The first was that 70,000 Empires and Mrs. Kessler died in the massacre. , According to the ancestral tomb of the von Zhukov family was unearthed by Mottkin... It seems that the rumor is not false, and Oleg did destroy his hometown during the expedition of Noska."

"Army of Chaos, how much is there in Motkin's way?" Mogiana asked, turning her head towards Talleyrand.

"About welcoming...100,000 people? My Highness, I am just a messenger." Talleyrand shrugged. He tried to make himself as humble as possible: "I spent a lot of energy to come here, please don't let me Embarrassed."

"Your Majesty, if this is the case, the situation is very critical." The old guard commander Bertrand approached from behind: "If Motkin does have such a deep hatred against the Oster leader, then we can almost be sure that the next attack The goal is Wolfenburg, Mr. Talleyrand. How many troops are currently stationed in Wolfenburg?"

"In addition to the backbone of the Bull Knights and the 8,000 remnants led by Oleg von Zhukov, there are only 30,000 recruits who are undergoing basic training. They can only listen to the drums for the time being." Talleyrand With a cane: "I can divide them into three levels, the one who breaks at the touch is the best, the one who sees the enemy and the break is the middle, and the one who smells the wind and escapes is the second."

"Very well, we must hurry." Ryan nodded again and again, and the Cavaliers raised his letter: "The second news is not very good. There is news from Steve, and there is a change in the death of Sylvania. , The last vampire Count Manfred von Kastein was resurrected, and the army led by Stil and Ivy could not move."

"Once again, we can only rely on ourselves." Davu said quite disdainfully: "Mr. Talleyrand, can't you bring some good news?"

"I'm just a messenger, everyone." Talleyrand said quite humorously: "Objective facts will not be transferred by my personal will."

"That wouldn't be your turn to deliver the letter, Talleyrand, I know what you are thinking of coming here." Ryan raised his head, the knight king looked at the high elf coldly, and finally could not help revealing it in Talleyrand After a little unnatural expression, Ryan let him go: "But now it doesn't matter. Since you're here, go and help deal with the logistics."

"Yes, Your Majesty, leave it to me!" Talleyrand immediately bowed and agreed, and then limped away with a crutch.

"What is he doing here?" Mogianna always felt that Talleyrand had arrived here with a strange look.

"He was in a hurry to get the credit." Ryan sneered a few times and shook his head again. "It's really a cunning person. It's like a fox. Once he smells a little odor, he immediately pounces on to take a share." "

"Different credit?" Mogiana waited, but Ryan signaled that she didn't need to. The Knight King asked Mogiana, Bertrand, and Davu to prepare for it. It's now morning, and he will spend half the time inspecting Midden Around Stanger, plan well.

On the other side, Talleyrand, who came out of the hall of the Earl's Castle, looked ugly. He knew that Lane had seen through his mind.

The high elf from Osuan really likes the human world and really wants to do something. Since he went to Noor, as a special envoy for Ryan, he has long sleeves and good dancing. Britannia’s interests are exhausted. As a personal adviser to the Empire Countess and a spokesperson for Ryan, he not only assisted Emilia in the court battle and continued victory, but also accumulated a lot of resources and notoriety.

But Talleyrand soon realized that these were not enough, far from enough, he Talleyrand wanted to enter the core circle of the knight king's court, want to enter the decision circle, or at least have a place, it is not enough, why is not enough ? Simply put, there is no military merit in the lame body!

This can be seen from another bureaucrat Beria, who is actually not a commander who is good at fighting. He and Talleyrand are essentially bureaucrats, but Beria has military merit! He followed General Ivan's battle all the way, and gained excellent military achievements in the most important expedition on the Eight Peaks Mountain. Only then did he find the opportunity to enter the eye of Ryan and show his ability, and he finally got the identity of Uguarrao. The recognition of the knights and nobles!

To make a simple analogy, there is military merit in his body, how can he get a retired treatment in the future! If there is no military merit, then only retirement treatment!

The difference between the words is not the same.

That's why Talleyrand insisted on sending the letter in person. The lame man with a keen sense of smell knew that the war was coming, and Ryan had proved how reliable he was through countless military miracles and glorious victories, so Talleyrand must come. He must come in person to deliver the letter, no matter whether he is in the war or not, as long as he is in the barracks at the beginning of the war, there will be a sum for him in the military medal! The award of the commemorative medal will also have his share!

"Okay, where do I start?" Talleyrand found his position on crutches, and soon he found that there was a quarrel between the Quartermaster and the Quartermaster in Brittany, and the high elves were soon Limply approached: "Gentlemen, stop, stop, I'm the special envoy of the Cavaliers, De Talleyrand-Maurice Bennister, what's the matter that needs help?"

It took only three minutes under the elegant manners and talks of the high elves, rich knowledge and mastery of the laws of various countries in the human world, and a profound understanding of human nature. The contradiction between the two sides was satisfactorily resolved. The two quartermasters even Shaking hands apologized.

"A soldier has a battlefield, and my Talleyrand also has a battlefield that belongs to me."

............ I am the dividing line of retired treatment...

Just as Talleyrand wandered through Middlestag and relied on his status as the special envoy of the knight king to ease most of the contradictions and conflicts within the human coalition, Lane and Mogiana also began their own investigations. I was on the company’s old guard, and Mogiana only took her twelve-person holy grail guards. In this way, she walked under the winter of Midden. Although she came out to investigate, Mogiana Still very fond of this time with Ryan, the Lake God Witch took a little time to make up for her light makeup, put on a gray daisy moss pattern lapel fishtail dress, and put the Lake God laurel on his head, The slit of the long skirt can vaguely see the pink long legs wrapped in ultra-thin thin and smooth flesh-colored unicorn fleece pantyhose, a pair of meaty feet wearing milky pearl sling high heels, Mogina riding Unicorn Hilfarn and Lane side by side: "Winter, has Midden been always snowing like this?"

"It's not just Midden's collar, nor Nord." Ryan said with a bit of nostalgia: "When I was in Nord, the thing I didn't like most was winter, because the whole winter was snowing, it was too cold, there was nothing to do, but My favorite is winter. Winter means less farming and less training. I like reading in front of the fireplace and eating apple pies made by my foster mother."

"Is the apple pie? I'll make it for you next time." Mogiana took her heart. She thought she would go back and study the apple pie.

The crowd toured the barracks of the Midan-led army. Ryan looked at the food of the Midden-led soldiers and shook his head uncomfortably.

As we all know, the logistics of the Knights of Brittany are provided by the empire, and mainly from the south of the empire. Although ordinary soldiers’ meals are not very good, barley bread + beer + stew with meat + a small amount of eggs Milk is still adequately supplied.

But the army led by Miden was not very responsible for the logistics of the southern empire. Boris’s army, especially those ordinary soldiers who recruited the food, were black bread + potatoes + cabbage porridge + broth with a little oil and water. And for Mideng who had a large amount of raw food, their stomachs screamed more than the roar of the beasts in the forest.

The conscripts are so cheap. The imperial nobles summoned them to manage their meals, but they were very poor food. For the imperial north, there was no pay for the conscripts. Only after completing the tasks and war goals, the nobles would send some The reward is the pension.

And such a cheap recruiting is indeed the main force used by the empire to take the lead and carry the line. They will use their flesh and blood to resist the enemy's attack, delay and withstand the enemy's attack for the great swordsmen, musketeers, artillery and imperial knights. .

"The pensions received by Nord and Midden are pitifully small. If a conscript is killed in battle, the family can receive a pension of about five to fifteen silver coins. This money is only enough to buy one... or half a goat, sheep. "School," Lane said to Mogianna: "But even so, the nobility is still easy to get a large number of conscripts, because the barren land in the north of the empire is destined to eat, wear, and warm."

"Our pension is many times theirs." Mogiana was thinking about other questions: "Are we set too high? Can we lower it appropriately?"

"We can't let the soldiers who died for the country bleed and weep." Lane said painfully: "For the motherland, they threw their heads and shed blood. If the knights are the same as the serfs, everyone is the same. As a knight king, all I can do is to Their affairs are well prepared."

"Your Majesty, the soldiers usually eat this kind of food to make a living, but when the war is about to eat this kind of food, they will start to get hungry when they don't need two or three." Bertrand walked behind Ryan and said: " Do we want to remind Boris to elect the Elector?"

"Boris should have figured out a way." Ryan took everyone out.

Sure enough, after more than forty minutes of investigation in the periphery of the town, Ryan met Boris and his party. White Wolf Elector Hou Zheng led a dozen White Wolf Knights and a dozen Cheetah Knights (the personal guards of the Elector Hou family). Knight) and a small number of provincial soldiers. They were entering a farm. Boris noticed that there were some livestock and chickens and ducks in the farm that were not slaughtered, so he immediately knocked on the farm door with someone.

The dilapidated farmhouse door opened, and a middle-aged woman walked out of it. She wore a headscarf and a cloak of animal skin. Her blue robe was tightly wrapped, her face was wrinkled, her cheeks were loose, and she held a hand in her hand. Pitchfork, pointing directly at Boris: "Get away! Get away! Get out of here for all of you, your **** dogs!"

"Madam." Boris was quite polite: "The war is coming, the soldiers need nutrition, we need to levy your livestock urgently, afterwards, we will compensate you for the loss according to the same value, please..."

"You have livestock! Just ride under your buttocks!" The middle-aged peasant woman waved her pitchforks one after another, and her proficiency made Ryan not only think about how many Geralts this set can take away, but this meter The degree of sturdiness of the peasant woman is really frightening. It needs to be emphasized that she is not facing the Boris Elector, but facing dozens of fully equipped knights, but she still Maintain a violent and non-cooperative attitude: "Add food to your soldiers and kill your horses!"

"Madam, slaughtering the warhorse is the last resort. We can't do this." Boris tried to negotiate with the middle-aged peasant woman: "We will compensate you for the loss. I swear to Urik to let your husband and children come out. I will come with them."

As soon as this statement came out, the atmosphere changed.

The middle-aged peasant woman opened her mouth. She carried a pitchfork and tilted her head to forty-five degrees. Looking at Boris, it was like looking at a pile of garbage. She took a deep breath and burst into tears in her eyes: "Husband Son? I tell you, noble lord, I have a husband and two sons! But the devil of Boris Todd Bullinger! The soul from **** is light! He called them all to win the war between him and the beasts Go away and kill them! Now my wife is alone! Alone!!!"

Boris stunned.

The White Wolf Elector Hou suddenly felt that his armor was heavy, his shield was heavy, and the weight of the Runefang almost overwhelmed him. Was he too old to bear such a weight?

"Your Excellency, don't know this old lady in general, we can't delay too much time here!" At this time Boris's adjutant shouted: "The things are taken directly, in the name of Eureka, we will compensate her for the loss afterwards! "

"Hire Elector?" The middle-aged peasant woman's complexion slightly changed, and she looked at Boris Todd Bringer inconceivably: "They asked you to be elected? Isn't it..."

"Ma'am, I'm the devil." Boris's eyes were mixed with painful emotions: "The soul from **** is light."

"Very good, very good! Your lord, let's die!" The middle-aged peasant woman copied the draft fork directly, but Boris, as a strong man in the sanctuary, was naturally not afraid of the pitchfork. He directly picked up his weapon with a shield: "Madam, your two sons... what's your name?"

"Miller, Thomas." The middle-aged peasant woman seemed to have given up. She hated: "The eldest son was on the front line when he was 23, and his son was taken away when he was only 17!"

"Miller and Thomas, they died in the war against the beasts." Boris nodded softly. "I assure you, their sacrifice has extended the empire."

"They are working for you, and your waste makes them die worthless. You trash, your meaning to me is not as good as the dung cow dung in the backyard. You roll me! You roll me!" Zhong The young woman almost cried and let Boris get out: "Otherwise kill me!"

"Listen, ma'am!" Boris's attitude was also toughened, and the White Wolf Elector Hou said angrily: "Of course you have the power to let me get out, but the war is imminent, the soldiers need nutrition! If you take the livestock and Poultry lends us, and I assure you, I, Boris Todd Blinger, will definitely avenge your son!"

"Revenge? Does that still make sense? I know the latest news, the empire is full of enemies! Chaos, green skin, beastmen, we are all over, Midden has finished, the empire is over!" The peasant woman retorted: "Empire Finished!"

"No! The empire will not end! As long as there is a son of Yurik alive, the empire will resist forever!" Boris roared tit-for-tat in his own hoarse voice: "Your husband, your two sons, both The sacrifice of life for the scale country is to keep the empire standing."

The iron glove hammered **** the chest plate of the electorate. His voice was rough and excited: "I can also give my life for it! All of us are giving our lives to defend the empire! Thousand-meter leader died in battle to defend his homeland, and on the front line, millions of imperials have already died in the invasion against chaos, we are all giving our lives, and you, ma'am, you can't kill livestock Would you lend us the poultry so that the soldiers can have a full meal before the war?!"

The weeping sound echoed in the farm, the middle-aged peasant woman put down the pitchfork, she shed tears, and the tears flowed across the widow's weathered cheeks, and finally frozen into ice beads by the winter that Midden led.

"Take it away, take it away. Whatever you see, take it away!"

"If you lose, even if you go to Lin prison, I will collect debts from you, from you, Boris Todd Blinger, your words, I remember!"

This scene made a painful expression on all Rao's faces, but the imperial army did not stop, they quickly entered the farm to count the number of chickens, ducks, pigs, cows and sheep, and then took away most of it, leaving only a few Head hen.

"If you were in Britannia, Ryan, you would never be treated like this." Mogiana stressed by looking at this scene: "The people love you very much, and the people have always felt that the Empire will only feel war Pain, but we are different."

"That's because I always win and bring enough war dividends, and I don't over-call the civilians and cherish the civilian power. In most cases, the war has caused the civilians to suffer too much pain, whether from the enemy, Or... myself." Ryan turned towards Mogianna and Bertrand and Davudo: "Therefore, we cannot fail, just for these lovely people, we must not lose, you have to know, you eat, use All come from the people who support us, and we will fight to protect them, to fight for peace, and to expel evil from this land."

Everyone nodded.

"I didn't do the right thing at the beginning." Ryan then said towards Mogianna: "I must have followed you. I tried to defeat the four-armed bull demon on the Scarville Mountain, and finally got nothing. Come to a bottle of holy oil."

"Well." Mogina wanted to ridicule the white wolf church's miserliness~www.ltnovel.com~ Seeing this scene, she didn't speak, and only responded lightly.

"I didn't realize that until the back of the White Wolf Church was unwilling to give it, but the barren land and harsh climate here doomed them to pay enough." Ryan's voice was very vague: "Just for Survive."

"In order for humanity to survive in this dark world."

After inspecting the situation outside the town, after making some deployments, the time passed quickly, and everyone took time to rest.

The second morning, the human army drove out of Middlestag.

The Beast Man Greenskin Allied Force has smelled the smell of human flesh and blood, and the three parties have entered a state of confrontation.

The horn sounded through the earth and the air.

After the great jihad, Midden led the largest conference battle and began.

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