In the north, a powerful cold wind is sweeping across the land, uprooting the vines that grow in the land, and devouring all the fertilizer that can feed it to grow.

In the south, the Imperial Legion is still advancing "slowly".

It was naturally not what the commanders wanted to achieve such a battle, but as the war gradually lengthened, the empire's army became more and more, and there was a tendency to double.

Don't think that the increase in troops is a good thing, marching in the guest land, every inch of the road forward, there is a great demand for supply and demand.

Bureaucrats with good deeds have made useless calculations about this.

The additional supply multiplier for each time the empire advances in the Northlands.

And the conclusions he came to in the end were astonishing.

In the days when the Empire had just set out on its expedition and traveled from south to north, the consumption of the Imperial Legion was less than twenty gold coins per day, and when the Empire arrived in the North Sea Kingdom, that number immediately became forty.

And in the woodside swamps, the number became eighty.

Until now, more than 300 gold coins have to be released every day.

And that's just the most basic supply line.

If you do the mathematically calculations, you can draw conclusions.

On average, the Empire's legions doubled the cost of supplies for every half of the distance they traveled before they advanced.

According to this calculation, by the time the Wiegand people are finally conquered, the empire will lose 1,000 or even 2,000 gold coins on the supply line every day, and this expense cannot be borne by any means.

There was of course a great problem with this equation, but the bigger problem was that when a kind of nobleman and emperor heard this alarmist report, they chose to believe the official's account.

Although the Empire's army was only three or four days away from the Great Horde of the North Sea, this terrifying war beast seemed to have exhausted all its strength.

They must prioritize the prohibitive maintenance of supply lines, or they will never be able to move forward.

In the military tent, the little emperor first frowned and asked, "My Minister of Finance, judging from the eleven taxes I collected before, how long can the empire's gold coins last?"

The financial butler on the side of the guard, after carefully looking at the faces of several generals, said in a low voice:

"If we go according to the current consumption, we can still hold on for two or three months, after all, the huge wealth that His Majesty the Emperor got from the eleventh tax is not fake. But if you follow Mr. Fu Xijin's calculation method, I'm afraid I won't even be able to survive ten days!"

As soon as these words came out, the generals in the camp naturally gasped.

Ten days is not a long time, but it is too short to say that it is too short, and no one can guarantee how deep this damn swamp is, how many tribes and tribes live in it, and how long this battle will last.

To put it bluntly, everyone has no bottom.

It was General Nong Nuo who made a big smug idea.

"What if we force supplies on those merchants?"

After these words were uttered, the bureaucrats and generals present couldn't help but suddenly change their faces.

Even Ward, who was already good enough to wear the same pants as Nonno, couldn't help but secretly clench his fists.

It's really not for nothing that this guy has a bad popularity.

The bureaucrats and generals sitting here, even if they have no interest in the caravan, their relatives and friends will inevitably have a share in that caravan. If the little emperor really agreed to General Nongnuo's words, maybe the harvest that the entire empire and the three classes had worked so hard to accumulate would be given to those damned Yankees as a dowry.

Fortunately, after digesting the meaning of General Nongnuo's words a little, the little emperor's face suddenly fell.

"You are so bold, maybe I should have written a letter to my uncle in the south, and praised you as a 'competent' general. ”

"Although my Abbasquian royal family is based on military force, I knew before I left the palace mountain that our family also became great because of the support of all the people, including our expedition, which was also to protect our northern people from the erosion of barbarians, and you actually proposed such despicable means in order to win the war. ”

"Are you a knight of Sardinia?, where is your chivalry?!"

Listening to the reprimand of the little emperor Peris, General Nonnuo's face gradually turned red, he was originally an extremely stubborn person, but he would not easily let it go if he recognized the truth.

He looked at this emperor who kept saying that he was for the benefit of all the people, and he couldn't help but report to Perris about the "eleventh tax hurting the peasants" that he had been blocking in his heart for a long time, and see what the guardian of the whole Great Prussia could finally say.

The strong man from the south suddenly stood up from his tent, his proud height and tight muscles looking oppressive in the small area.

Perris, who was watching, immediately closed his mouth.

In his upbringing, everyone flattered him, and if there was any difference, it was just listening to him and not listening to him.

And since he succeeded to the throne, there have been far fewer people who don't listen to him, let alone be directly threatened by this.

The officials and generals on the side of the guards couldn't help but sweat, because this was a very small internal meeting, and the guards did not participate, everyone thought that they were all high-level members of the empire, even if they were not all civilized people, they would not plot to kill this wonderful emperor and do that kind of self-destructive business.

Na Cheng thought about it, but forgot that there was also this hillbilly from the south.

When this "hillbilly" looked at the several civil and military officials around him with his stunning gaze, his opponents all subconsciously took half a step back, and wrote cowardice on their faces.

It was only when he looked at his friend Sword that Non Nuo deliberately jumped over him.

Of course, this is not only because they are friends, but also because Non Nuo knows that he can't convince Sword, and Sword, as the Grand Master of the Empire, can't be threatened by him so easily.

No matter how much cooperation is done on the battlefield, the huge gap in political ideas will not be able to bridge the gap because of this.

Although Knight Sward had promised him in private, after the end of this war, he was likely to serve as the Minister of Military Affairs for a long time, and then operated for a few more years, and was expected to directly take over the position of Prime Minister Tian Sen.

But he couldn't wait.

"Your Majesty, maybe I'm just a general, not a noble knight in your eyes, and to be honest, my family and I didn't believe in Sardinia in the past, and believing in Sardinia didn't bring me any good. ”

"On the contrary, your majesty, if you would like to visit the villages of the south, you will know that the efforts of your grandfather and father have been completely ruined by the tax you have recently levied. In my land, the monks of the Church are expropriating. They took everything from the peasants' land, and then they joined hands with the slave traders......"

"I know the rules, as a general, I can't open my mouth to interfere in your finances, so after I have said this, I have decided to return to my hometown and accept any punishment you have sent. ”

After saying this, he bowed deeply to Perris, and then left the tent with his head held high.

Only the cold wind that flowed in as he opened the tent was left, and it pierced Perris's weak self-esteem as mercilessly as his words.

It wasn't until his tall figure faded away that the little emperor screamed like a cat in the water.

"How dare he be so rude to me?!Where are my knights, where are my knights?!You ministers, give me an idea, I'm going to catch that guy, at least, I'll have to apologize to me!"

However, several ministers and generals, who had always been consistent with his words, unanimously chose to remain silent at this moment.

They don't think that Nong Nuo is a hero, but they don't think he's done anything in the army.

His Southern Legion, in particular, has become one of the most powerful army organizations in the Empire.

At this time, the consequences of the departure of a good commander were bad enough, and they could no longer afford to arrest a "foreign nobleman" with meritorious service and fiefdom.

What's more, regardless of whether Nongnuo's political views are correct or not, an emperor who can't retain talent is already very disappointing.

Therefore, no matter how loud the little emperor in the big tent screamed, they just thought that the child was losing his temper.

Their eyes were cold, and one waited until Perris, who was sweating profusely, had stopped his senseless invective, and then one of them slowly paced out.

The man arched his hand, and then said in a soft voice: "Your Majesty, since we are not going to take the road of forced conscription to solve the problem of supply now, why don't we discuss and discuss other methods? I still have some relationship with the merchants, unlike those landed nobles in our empire, my merchant friends have some living money to use, and in my opinion, we may be able to solve our urgent needs by borrowing a sum of money from the caravan." ”

This is, of course, a bad idea.

Countless peasants believed the nonsense of these merchants and lost their small plots of land, which were eventually handed over to slave traders.

It can be said that the lending system of this era is like someone handing you a rope and you take the initiative to hang your head on it.

No matter what effort you try to do next, you won't want to break free of this rope until it drains your last drop of blood.

And Perris began to calm down at this moment, which consumed not only his emotions, but also made him recognize his status.

These damned ministers, nobles, and merchants are still the vampires that lie around the neck of the empire, and only their own army can be trusted.

Even if the damned Southerner had saved his face, he still didn't do anything to harm the Empire, on the contrary, although he didn't want to admit that he was a knight, he still made a lot of contributions to him on the battlefield.

It's just that such a person can't be used by him, which really makes him extremely frustrated.

Without waiting for the ministers who had some undecided conscience left to refute this view, Perris himself rejected it after a little consideration.

He even tried to ease the tension on the pitch with a little humor.

"Sorry, my Minister of the Guard, perhaps your merchant friend is incredibly generous, but here he stands with our current Chancellor of the Exchequer, and he can tell you right now how poor the Empire's treasury really is. ”

After these words were spoken, except for the Minister of Konoe who was still thinking of continuing to trap the emperor, the ministers of several empires around him all cooperated with the emperor and showed smiling faces.

This can also be regarded as a signal of goodwill, proving that these "old men" who have been on strike since just now can finally be demobilized to work.

Without waiting for Perris to "politely decline" the offer to borrow again, Knight Sword "invited" him out with his sword.

Of course, the greedy guard had retired from this day after saying that he had fallen ill, and had "died" on the way back to his territory, and there was gossip that it might have been an assassination attempt by the Wiegand people.

But as to how the Wiegands made their way through the heavily guarded lines to assassinate an Earl in the kingdom of Abbasquia, His Majesty the Emperor and his courtiers are no longer known......

There is always a way to solve the problem of resupply.

Looking at the fewer and fewer ministers in the tent, His Majesty the Emperor couldn't help but get anxious.

"Do you have any good ideas? There is no need to hide them at this time. ”

One more day of fighting now is an extra day of burning His Majesty Perris's money.

Originally, he didn't value this eleventh tax so much, but after hearing Nong Nuo mention it, he suddenly woke up a lot of people with the concept of money.

In addition to conquering the Northlands, the problem of building a new Northland province will also cost money.

He could not expect a province that had just been established to be self-sufficient.

In his expectant gaze, there was finally a "warrior" who came out, but he was not the minister in charge of ruling and managing the country, but an unknown general.

The knight, who had not achieved anything until he was middle-aged, owed himself to the emperor, and then said loudly.

"With all due respect, the idea just now was just thinking about how to find problems with more money, and ignoring the fundamental problem of such expensive supplies now!"

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