Urban Sims

The royal capital, Wards City, is in the palace meeting hall.

"The damned Free Merchant Alliance, they pay less and less attention to me as the king! I can't tolerate such a thing and continue to be lawless in my kingdom!"

After the old king passed away due to illness last year, Helian, who had just ascended the throne, had a livid look on his face. The gold scepter in his hand, with a sapphire on the top, hit the floor hard.

"Your Majesty the King, please calm down. What did the Free Business Alliance do to make you so angry? It is just a business organization..."

Charlie, who continued to serve as the palace prime minister by relying on his ability to please him, stepped forward and caressed the young king's chest, speaking in a gentle voice.

"Just a business organization?"

Helian turned around and sneered: "Prime Minister Charlie, aren't you an old fool? This business organization you mentioned now dares to announce sanctions against the king! Do you still think I am a three-year-old child?"

As early as last year, when Helian was still a prince, Helian had already noticed the amazingly fast-expanding free alliance in the kingdom. Out of the natural vigilance of the superiors, he disguised himself as a traveling merchant and went there privately. I traveled around the famous Glenland.

The experiences of those few days were novel, unforgettable, frustrating, and extremely hateful to this young and proud heir to the kingdom!

The proud Helian did not expect that there was a land on the eastern border of his kingdom that was more prosperous, richer, more energetic, and more vibrant than the royal capital. For a moment, he felt Jealousy, of course, but also a hint of envy that I don’t want to say.

Afterwards, he felt extremely ashamed and angry that he had such emotions!

I feel even more disgusted with this ridiculous land in the east of the kingdom!

Especially after returning to the royal capital and learning that some royal nobles in the royal domain secretly joined the Free Merchant Alliance for the sake of a little profit, he felt an unprecedented anger that made him want to ascend the throne immediately. Completely disband that damn Free Business Alliance! ban! Stop this farce that damages the dignity of the royal family!

God seemed to be responding to his cry. The old king soon passed away due to illness. Helian, who ascended the throne, immediately ordered all royal territories that privately joined the Free Merchant Alliance to levy a tax on the Free Merchant Alliance's transit goods. 50% transit tax!

There are also those lowly traveling merchants who can levy any business tax at will, and even confiscate all the goods produced by the business alliance they carry.

Helian breathed a sigh of relief and made a lot of money, but he was not happy for long. Three months later, after many consultations, the Free Business Alliance Tribunal finally voted 216 to 16. As a result of opposition and 74 abstentions, a sanction resolution was passed to expel 12 royal territories, completely prohibiting business dealings with the royal territories.

In less than a month, the economy of the royal family fell into a comprehensive recession, and a large number of traveling merchants fled. The formerly bustling and noisy royal capital of Wards City was as quiet as a country town.

This completely angered King Helian, who wanted to start a big fight after coming to power. Although he was the one who started the incident, in the final analysis, it was because of the wrong existence of the Free Merchant Alliance that wrongly challenged the dignity and authority of the king!

He couldn't tolerate it any longer.

"Mr. Charlie, if you can't think of a way to bring down that nasty Free Trade Alliance for me, don't take your position as the Minister of the Palace. Go back to your hometown and have a baby. !”

Helian is fed up with this dead old man who only flatters when nothing happens, but can't think of anything to do when things happen. The Kingdom of Voris is just because there are too many incompetent people like this, so it is helpless to deal with a small business alliance. situation.

"Your Majesty, please calm down. Your servant has a solution here... Recently, the Knights of the Kingdom have a group of old war horses that are about to be retired. They need to add a group of new horses. The number is about 500. I think it can be used. Make this number a little bigger, you need 1000 horses, and then..."

Hearing the strategy offered in a low voice by the palace minister, Helian's eyes became brighter and brighter!

Just follow this plan!

…

Half a month later.

In the aristocratic court of the royal capital, there was a dispute over the allocation of 200 horses from the south and 800 horses from the north, or 200 horses from the north and 800 horses from the south. Quan Wuxing, even a representative of the southern faction nobles, was beaten to death on the spot by a savage Yankee. The court exploded, and the two factions pointed at each other and cursed at each other.

At this time, King Helian, who was standing on a just stand, had to come forward in person to calm down the anger of the two factions, and finally made a ruling: let the two factions of the north and the south send an earl each to fight on the border, and the winner One party can obtain 1/3 of the territory of the losing party, and only need to pay tribute to the kingdom's 200 horses.

"The Earl of Rhodes agrees to accept this duel, the cowardly Earl William, do you have the guts to accept the challenge?!"

Earl Lausitz, with his beard and hair all spread out, slammed the conference table hard, staring at Earl William opposite him.

"Happy to accompany you, you old and undead Nanguo!" Earl William confronted each other, twisting his head, with a bloodthirsty light in his eyes.

"Okay, since that's the case, please go back and prepare for the two counts. A month later, we will decide the outcome on the battlefield!" King Helian finally made a decision.

…

Rhodes Earldom, its capital is Rhodesburg.

Count Lausitz himself and his three sons were seated on the large long table in the castle's council hall, and there were nine other seats for nine barons.

But there were still three empty seats at the end of the long table. I don't know why these three seats were not occupied.

After all the staff arrived, Baron Garcia, who had been lying on the gold mine for a few years and became so fat that he didn't know what he looked like, patted the chair under his buttocks, and said carelessly: "This chair seems to be the old style two years ago. It's not the leather sofa chair just launched by Grand Ling Furniture Factory this year, it's too hard to sit on."

"Mr. Garcia, can you shut up that stinking mouth of yours! There is going to be a war soon, and you are so fat, can you still run when you get on a horse?"

Lausitz gave him a cold look. In the past few years, he hated hearing others say that his Rodsburg was inferior or inferior, especially when Glennling Castle was used as a benchmark for comparison. He also worked hard to improve the castle's facilities and environment in 2010, but because he didn't want to get involved with those Yankees, he didn't join the territory of the Free Trade Union, and he didn't have enough financial resources to support him. Not only did he not catch up, but he fell behind by several generations.

Baron Garcia, who realized that he was talking nonsense, obediently shut his mouth.

Scanning the venue for a week, looking at the nine barons present, although Count Lausitz knew in his heart: the nine barons present are all richer and more stylish than the count, but it doesn't matter, as long as they fight After winning the next war and taking back everything that belongs to him, no one in the entire Earl of Ross wants to compare his wealth or style with him!

With a light cough, Earl Lausitz said: "I sent someone to tell you the good things, you should all know, right? The other six earls of the Southern faction have agreed, and each of these six earldoms will Send 30 knights with high martial arts skills to mix with your knight team. Those heads are all Yankees. They will not be our opponents at all this time! When this war is over, the Free Trade Union will Disband, the Southern Business Alliance will be established, and His Majesty's royal collar will also join in, you all have to think about it, don't sit on the wrong side! Otherwise, there will be fewer people sitting here for the meeting."

All the barons shrank their necks and promised that they would obey the earl's command and kill those Yankees on the battlefield!

"My lord, after the war is won, can the smelting workshop in Granland give me one? I want to move to my Berdolin, set up a mint workshop, and mint some gold coins... and the pottery clay in Parton. The mine is very close to my territory, can you give me a little mining area? I also want to set up a pottery workshop."

At this time, Baron Garcia said with a twinkle in his eye. Ever since he shifted his focus from hunting to making money, Baron Garcia found that he was more and more fond of putting those yellow little cuties into his castle vault. feeling.

"Garcia, shut up! You already have a gold mine, don't think of anything else!"

The second son of Earl Lauzitz was anxious. The Patton Territory was promised by his father and should be divided up to him after the war. Damn it, Garcia dared to have any idea in his bowl? This damn fat pig, if I had known better, I wouldn't have asked this guy to come to the castle for a meeting, and let you die with the other three guys! Maybe I still have a share in your gold mine...

"Why can't I have other ideas? No matter how many gold mines I have, I will never finish digging them. I have to think about my son and grandson." Baron Garcia retorted.

"Yes, there are many red pine forests in my territory. I also want to set up a furniture workshop, but I lack the powerful carpenters from Glenland. When the Free Trade Alliance is disbanded, can you give me some carpenters from Glenland?" Another baron also said.

"There is a small iron mine in my territory, but there is a shortage of skilled blacksmiths. The iron smelting workshop in Glenland has..."

Seeing the commotion in the council hall, where the three sons and the nine barons were arguing fiercely or discussing privately, Lauzitz's eyebrows jumped and he knocked on the table twice:

"That's enough, shut up! Let's talk about these things after the war is over. You all should go back and prepare well. Recruit more mercenaries who can fight. Look at how fat you are on the battlefield. Don’t get nothing and let others take your head first!”

"Yes, Lord Earl!"

The nine barons stood up, bowed slightly, and walked out of the meeting hall one after another.

After the barons left, Lauzitz's three sons came over eagerly and asked how the interests of the six additional new territories should be distributed after the war.

"Don't worry, nothing belonging to the Dor'an family (Lauzic's surname) will be lost from the hands of the Dor'an family at all. When we master these six territories, our Dor'an family may have The capital to break the soil and become king..."

Something called "ambition" flashed in the eyes of Earl Lauzitz, who was nearly sixty years old.

…

Half a month later.

At the junction of Glenland and Patton Territory, there is a concave valley running from north to south, with gentle slopes on both sides.

Two "armies" of about the same size, both with around 45,000 men, were facing each other in neat formations, separated by a distance of more than 2,000 meters.

Behind the southern military formation, on a high slope densely covered with flags, many nobles with bright armor and badges on their chests gathered around a noble old man wearing armor, listening to the old man's orders and making final preparations for war.

The military formation in the north is moving slowly.

"Baron Connor, Baron Sean, Baron Howard, your knights go first! As fast as possible, attack their central square and disrupt their formation! The knights behind will follow quickly, our knights There are many more than them, and we will definitely defeat these Yankees!”

With a solemn look on his face, Earl Lauzitz gave the attack order to the three barons beside him resolutely.

"Yes, Lord Earl!"

After receiving the mission, the three barons rode back to their respective positions expressionlessly.

"Woooooo~"

The call for cavalry to attack sounded, and the three barons drew their swords from their waists and gave the order to charge.

"Have you finally come this far?"

With a "squeak" sound, he pulled out the stainless steel long sword covered with forged patterns in the scabbard. Zhou Ming sneered, mobilized his horse, and rushed to the front of the convoy formation.

Looking down from a high altitude, three heavily armored knights, each numbering about a dozen people, formed an isosceles triangle like three gleaming sharp arrows, carrying billowing dust and smoke towards the huge military formation on the opposite side. Mercedes-Benz away!