Warhammer Throne

Chapter 1028

The imperial calendar 2515, June.

Following the return of the Knight King Lion and the Lake God Witch Mojana from Dulong City, they brought a Norsca dwarf army composed of more than a dozen dwarf legions (again, a dwarf legion only has about 200 -300 people, while humans are 1000-1200 people), everyone knows that the great knight king Lane once again won a great victory on the political, diplomatic, and military levels.

The "Dragon City Exclusive Trade Agreement" was signed, and the Knight King Lane and Emilia, whose stomachs had begun to bulge, signed and sealed on behalf of the human side, announcing the establishment of a new continental system.

I have to say that the war ended much earlier than expected. After seeing Ryan came back, Emilia complained to Ryan secretly about why you withdrew in June. I have prepared so many supplies for logistics. It was all in vain.

Ryan smiled and said that you were not in vain.

Almost the first time the Norsca dwarves came to Olengrad, the official trade between the two sides began immediately.

Norsca dwarf prince Tolgarde-The Crimson listed his gift list to the dwarves’ new allies, including a full 150 pairs of full-body rune crafted plates made by dwarven rune craftsmen, hundreds A set of various rune weapons, especially swords, shields and halberds, as well as a large number of precious precious metal ores and jewelry.

On the human side, dozens of cargo ships were filled with food and cloth, wine, meat, and fish in exchange. A large amount of logistical materials were directly used to trade with the Norsca dwarves. Nevertheless, the goods provided by the humans The value is still far lower than the gifts of the Norsca dwarves, which has caused many imperial merchants who did not get the soup to have very big opinions on this. A general Tim from Noor wrote in his diary: "This is not at all Trading, this is simply a robbery! God knows whether the knight king is too good, or the stinky waters of the Chaos Sea into the heads of those Norsca dwarves?"

No one knows, everyone only knows that the Norsca dwarves are particularly stubborn. They only recognize the long-sword iris banner in the book that symbolizes the coat of arms of Ryan’s personal family, or Brittany or Noor with trade certificates Merchants, no matter how low prices or favorable conditions are offered by other human beings, the Norsca dwarves ignore each other.

A large amount of wealth has flooded into the officially designated market. The lively shouts and the sound of buying and selling resounded in the barracks of the Chivalry army. After most of the goods of the Norskans were swallowed, a small part of the goods were still being swallowed. Allowed to open a market in the barracks for sale, just like a shark smelling blood, Ryan’s old father-in-law Francois immediately came to the scene with the Duke of Berhemond, saying that I would pack everything first, and then slowly Let's talk about the price.

The same is true on the Nuer barracks. The old Krupp president personally rushed from Herzig to Olengrad because of this incident for this lucrative trade.

After this process took two or three days, finally in June, Ryan announced that he would win Bretania.

In the main square of Erlengrad, surrounded by hundreds of old guards and dozens of Britannia nobles, the Holy Grail Knights, and the Lake God Prophet Group led by Mogiana, Knight King Ryan I personally stood in front of the main square, and delivered a speech by the class of victory toward the excited and proud soldiers from all directions.

As Ryan took the stage, the nearly 20,000 soldiers crowded in the square were silent for a while. They lined up spontaneously, waiting for the great Knight King to speak.

"My soldiers, Brittany, and other human kingdoms, even soldiers of other order races!"

Ryan's voice resounded in the ears of the soldiers celebrating victory and glory.

"Another magnificent victory! The Beastman, Greenskins, Chaos Army, Chaos Chosen Champion, Chaos Eternal Chosen, all fell in front of us!" Ryan raised his fist towards everyone, Under the scorching sun of Olengrad in the month, the voice of the Knight King was enthusiastic: "We once again prove to the darkness that we will never give in, we will never admit defeat, our victory has lit up the long night, and we have proved that, Mortals also have their own beliefs and glory, and our courage will turn into the golden light of this dark age!"

"Victory! Victory! Victory!" The sound of the mountain whistling and the tsunami came, and the soldiers screamed for victory. Their blood, courage, and soul-stirring emotions echoed in the sky above Olengrad, and even within the subspace!

"Hope is still there!" Ryan shouted proudly: "Even if Kislov has fallen, even if the empire is attacked, even if the Austerland is almost in ruins, even if multiple coastal ports are threatened, even if the darkness has We were forced into trouble, but we persisted, and we won! I, Ryan Makado, are proud and proud of you, my knights and soldiers, I can be with you, what else can I fear? What about?"

"Lane! Ryan! Ryan! Ryan!" The roar turned into a billowing torrent, every soldier shouted loudly, every knight took off his helmet and gave a knightly salute, every dwarf put his weapon on his chest, Every elves couldn't help lowering their naturally noble heads.

"Now, we drove the Chaos Miscellaneous back to the north, and we smashed their army, just as a lion used its teeth and claws to shred their armor. We went forward and forward again, until the bereaved dogs escaped. Where they deserve to be, we attack them directly until every blasphemous emblem and camp is turned into ashes. These memories will become treasures that accompany us throughout our lives, but we will never stop, for the ladies and the king, for the cloth Letania!"

"For the lady and the king! For Bretania!"

"For the lady and the king! For Bretania!"

"Now, let us start the way back home, let us return to our hometown, bring glory, wealth, and the children of Breton, we are going home!"

"Go home, go home, go home!!!" Cheers spread from one side of the city to the other.

Bretons have never felt so proud of their identity, passionate, and the glory of victory belongs to themselves.

Look, Ryan standing on the stage no longer looks like a living person, but a symbolic sign.

He is synonymous with glory and victory!

After the speech, the banquet was held. The knights and soldiers drank freely. Ryan also personally took two glasses of imperial dark beer and handed François a glass: "It's time to go home, my duke."

"Yes, it's time to go home, my sire." François said elegantly. The old father-in-law has achieved amazing results in this battle, and he once again proved his ability to command the army and the superiority of the army of the Principality of Winford. Combat power, the old man in Olengrad was appointed as the chief of logistics and supplies, and the first thing he took office was to directly "kill" an aristocratic logistics and supply officer who had embezzled about 15 kilograms of honey and brown sugar. It was thrown into a cesspit to drown him alive.

Lao Zhangren suppressed the "floating" and "logistics loss" to be worse than Ryan. The "transportation loss" in his logistics report was only 5%-7%, which is basically close to the real loss, because of the logistics transportation and material reserves. There is indeed a loss in the middle, and the old man can press this level enough to make everyone in the old world ashamed.

Ryan also learned after the fact. Of course, in this world, honey and sugar are high-end luxury items that only the nobles can enjoy. The price of 15 kilograms can reach hundreds of gold crowns, but Ryan still feels that the old man is a little bit Too ruthless.

"If you don't be tough, these guys won't have a long memory." This is the old man's answer: "Kill a hundred, this time we have seized a lot, and the harvest is very rich. There will definitely be many people who want to extend their hands on the spoils and logistics materials."

"Ah, I miss Suria." Ryan and François clinked their glasses. The two drank a full glass of Imperial dark beer. The old guards immediately next to him hurriedly reached out and took the empty glass. Beer, the Knight King smiled: "I have been out on the expedition for more than half a year, and I don't know what happened to Su Liya."

"Su Liya will take care of everything, and she is definitely looking forward to your return." The old man smiled and took the cup and ate it, and then handed it to the old guard to pick up the beer: "I also miss Little German. Hill."

"Hahaha~ Yeah." Ryan sighed. Although the time of this expedition was not as long as the Great Eight Peaks Expedition, it was long enough. The King of Knight raised his glass: "To victory, cheers!"

"Cheers!" Two big wine glasses full of beer collided. François raised the glass first. After seeing Ryan got bored, the old man just sipped it and put it down, seemingly motionless. Sensually asked casually: "By the way, it has been spread in the army recently that your Majesty wants to appoint the top ten marshals...is there anything to say?"

"There are considerations in this respect." Ryan squinted. The old man is here to find out. Obviously all the dukes realize that Ryan is so overwhelming and that further centralization and bureaucratization of nobility are inevitable for the future. It won't become a marginalized existence with no titles or no rights. If you can't continue to eat meat and drink with Ryan, you must come to find your breath.

This matter is also very simple. The rumors of the canonization of the marshal are the news that Ryan deliberately let the old guards and the 1st Guards Lancers to pass on, in order to test the reaction of the knight aristocrats, and it turns out that the traditional knight aristocrat headed by the old man We immediately took the bait.

There is no way, working with His Majesty Ryan, the benefits are too much.

"Then..." François then tentatively asked: "Wait when I go back, your Majesty and the Queen will see you for details?"

"It's just an intention now, François." Ryan raised his glass, and the knight king thought for a moment. The old man has always followed his own pace. He worked tirelessly in the management, and invested heavily in himself in the early stage, so he should be relieved: "Anyway, you will not be missing, Francois, I mean if there is any."

The old man said, he was half relieved, but there was the other half: "Then...about something else?"

"There will be bread, there will be milk, everything will be there." Ryan smiled and said nothing.

At this moment, the Kingdom Regent Raun Leo Cornwall came up with a wine glass with a serious expression: "Your Majesty, can I discuss something with you?"

"What's the matter? Leo Cornwall Secretary?" Seeing Lawn's expression was serious, Ryan put a smile away and became serious.

"I want to stay, stay in Olengrad." Lawn held up his glass.

"I want to be the head coach and logistic quartermaster of the left-behind army here!"

"If you can, Your Majesty, I want to administer my principality to you!"

"What?" Now, Ryan was really surprised.

Raun is actively helping himself to centralize power? !

…………I am the dividing line conforming to the historical trend…………

Just when the squad of the Chivalry Army returned to the original path.

The imperial capital Brunswick, the imperial palace, the bedroom of the imperial emperor Karl-Franz.

On a large gold-inlaid emperor's armchair, sits the imperial emperor Karl-Franz. He is wearing a purple shirt and white breeches. He is draped in a golden robe and his face is not pretty. With the backrest.

The emperor was ill, and his stomachache was tormenting Karl Franz's nerves, but he still tried to beat the mental director.

The north has become a ruin. The Oster leader is struggling with the destruction of chaos. The plague and rumors brought by spring spread throughout the empire. A sense of fear envelops the people and the empire’s army. Many electors urgently Need support and funds to rebuild their territory, but the cash flow in the hands of the emperor is almost exhausted. If it weren’t for the supreme king to generously donate because he failed to support the empire this time, then the emperor would really be forced to use his personal wealth Up.

"Your Majesty, Metternich is back." At this time, the Emperor's Minister of Internal Affairs, Duke Ane Danstady of Helburn strode closer from the outside: "He has brought back the latest news, do you want to see him? ?"

"Let him come here." The emperor knew that the bedroom was not easy to see people, but he couldn't help it because he was sick.

Soon, Duke Annet led the emperor’s envoy Metternich in from outside. Metternich was about to salute, but Karl-Franz stretched out his hand: "No, Metternich, as you can see, my If you are in a bad state, let's talk quickly, sit down."

Metternich told the emperor about the results of his negotiations. The treaty reached between the two parties did not exceed the minimum bottom line given by the emperor. After hearing this, the emperor was satisfied: "It seems that the situation is not too bad, the worst we expected. It didn’t happen, Metternich, it’s a good thing for us, for Rick, and for the Empire."

"Good thing? Your Majesty, please forgive me for not thinking so." Metternich couldn't help but said: "Do you know the scale of the return journey of that knightly army? The returning army of about 50,000 people is actually more than 8,000 meters long! He’s counted it a little bit, the **** Bretons and Nuer, they organized a huge team of more than 40,000 carriages, donkey carts, mule carts, and trolleys, each car It's full of food, luggage and loot!"

"In addition to these people, there are at least 20,000 people accompanying the army. Most of them are family members of soldiers, businessmen, hawkers, and homeless civilians. Many women become cooks and take their children who have lost their fathers with them. ." Metternich continued to emphasize.

"It seems that our Majesty the Knight King is another rewarding expedition." The emperor smiled. He did not respond as Metternich had imagined, but leaned calmly on the back chair: "It's okay. It's nothing more than a fire in the east, wind in the west, and a heavy rain in the north. At least the empire has survived this time. What else is going on, Metternich, talk about it."

"Your Majesty, there is one more thing. The list of the stolen property of the logistical and corrupt bureaucrats headed by Earl Walter has come out. A total of more than 3,000 dwarven gold coins have been copied. The total number of gold marks is more than 37,000. Other real estate, antique treasures and cellars. The material discount is about 20,000 gold marks." Metternich thought for a while and then said: "Marshal Rick Heilberg, Secretary of Foreign Affairs Amadeus, Secretary of the Interior, Anet, they have a dispute over how to use the money."

"I knew it." The emperor was angry when he talked about it: "I know that there are many difficulties in transporting to the north. I also know that long-distance transportation is not safe. In addition to various deductions, most of the way along the river, transportation How can the loss reach the level of 37%! Charlemagne is on it, and that shameless Walter is really intrigued by profit, he should be killed!"

"...Walter has pleaded guilty, and only asks His Majesty to let go of his children." Metternich whispered: "This is also the meaning of Lord Rick's Great Council."

"I know." The emperor thought for a while, but he could only emphasize: "About the quarrel, Metternich, you go and send a message to the court ministers, that is the priority for military supplies and refugee relief, as for my personal expenses. There are also the salaries owed by the bureaucrats. These can be temporarily delayed. They will not starve to death, nor will I starve to death!"

"Yes!" Metternich whispered convincingly. The emperor was always so selfless and selfless.

"You also went to see Ryan's army this time? How do you feel about the fighting power?" The emperor asked casually, "Have you seen how they fight with your own eyes?"

"No," Metternich said with some regret: "The suburbs of Olengrad are very unsafe. Everyone advises me not to leave the city casually, but..."

"But?" The emperor noticed that Metternich had taken out an iron box: "What is this?"

Metternich took out a piece of honey cake from the iron box: "This is a cake, Your Majesty."

"I said, Metternich, I'm not hungry, I don't want to eat now." Karl-Franz felt his stomachache, the emperor said impatiently.

"This is not dedicated to you~www.ltnovel.com~ Your Majesty, this is the honey cake for the birthday of the old Breton Guards." Metternich sent the iron box: "It tastes very good. It’s cooked by the army’s food group, and it’s not broken along the way."

"..." The emperor opened his eyes, he reached out his hand to take the cake, sniffed it, and then put his fingers in his mouth and chewed gently.

Only the emperor's chewing sound remained in the bedroom. Metternich looked at the emperor quietly. He knew that with the emperor's wisdom, he could understand the meaning of this.

After a long time, Karl Franz finally spoke.

"I have a question, Metternich, can you answer me?"

"Your Majesty, please speak."

"Why can Ryan always get richer and richer as he fights, but our empire is getting poorer and more embarrassed as he fights?"

"This……"

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