That Tang Zhangwei went through a mental journey from being willing to negotiate with Tang Zhaozong at first, and later wanting to completely solve Tang Zhaozong by force.

Actually, this reason is very simple, originally that Tang Zhangwei thought that he only needed to deal with Tang Zhaozong.

However, the longer Tang stayed on the Vikings' ice field, the more difficult it became to solve the matter, because he found that the Vikings had learned to build cities.

Moreover, the Vikings have nine huge cities, and what is even more terrifying is that Tang Zhaozong has already mastered four of them, as well as the Copper City, the Iron City, the White Elephant City, the Yellow Elephant City, and the Ebony City, which are not yet in Tang Zhaozong's hands, but these four cities are also inextricably linked with that Tang Zhangwei.

It was precisely for this reason that Tang Zhangwei felt that he had to take down Tang Zhaozong.

Otherwise, everyone only saw that there was Tang Zhaozong's territory in that Ice Continent, and they would take refuge in that Tang Zhaozong one after another, and in this way, that Tang Zhangwei would be miserable, which was exactly what Tang Zhangwei was afraid of.

This is also what Tang Zhaozong is looking forward to, but that Tang Zhangwei will not let what Tang Zhaozong is looking forward to come true, because in Tang Zhangwei's mind, that Tang Zhaozong is a bastard.

Although that Viking Xue Drew became the lord of Geothermal City for that Tang Zhaozong, he was not willing to fight to the death with that Tang Zhangwei. After all, there were too many of Tang Zhangwei's subordinates, and those knights of the Eastern Roman Empire, who gave up their war horses and took the walrus bone chariot pulled by the Ekismo dog, seemed to have the same appearance, and these people seemed to be able to defeat those Viking warriors, and those Viking warriors were a little surprised.

The city lord of the Walrus City was even more reluctant to work for that Tang Zhaozong, that Tang Zhangwei promised to respect their beliefs, those Viking gods were respected by Tang Zhangwei, and he was willing to build a temple for those Vikings Loki, the god of war, which made those believers of the god Odin also willing to consider taking refuge in that Tang Zhangwei.

First of all, the determination of the tax system, of course, we can't take ninety percent of the peasants' harvest as our own like the aristocracy, but we can't just go so high that we don't collect a dime, so that the credibility in the eyes of the Taranvino merchants is greatly reduced, that is, if the soldiers in the Wandering Corps have no food and grass supply, it is difficult for me to believe that there will be great soldiers who will not be hungry at that time.

Although these are the sole responsibility of Brother Russo, and he used to be a local consul, he is quite handy in dealing with them, but after all, Brother Russell is only one person, and most of the newly promoted officials are from poor backgrounds, and they are too young in terms of resumes, and there is still a long process to reach the level of handling things independently, if they are directly promoted from the old nobles...... The thought of Rhettus' big axe dispelled me.

"Perhaps the first thing I should do now is to abandon my dislike of aristocracy." I stood up and walked out of the hut where I had been living for three days, and the fresh wind blew in my face, and the two guards standing outside the house looked at me in amazement, probably because I had seen the commander come out for the first time in three days, and after making such a guess, I strode out of the barracks where the hut was.

The camp of the Wandering Legion was set up in the immediate vicinity of the city of Landinovia, and since the acquisition of Seville, all but a part of the troops stationed in the fortress have been evacuated from the cloister.

"We have to protect Landinovia first, a fortress like Seville that doesn't have any output, and there's no need to put too much energy into it." Bai Cunxiao explained in this way, it is true that the training of recruits and the integration of various combat units cannot be provided by the narrow corridor, and more importantly, the large number of prisoners cannot be stuffed in Sevia.

The thought of the captives made my head ache sharply, and the direct by-product of several battles was the number of captives as high as two thousand, including six hundred of the noble army of Randinovia and more than a thousand of the army of thieves, and the strength of our army had not yet reached three thousand.

The mere calculation of the cost of keeping these captives alive made Badi's head sweat, and it would have been unreasonable to look at the issue purely from the perspective of a merchant, but the question of the captives was put on hold by one battle after another.

"Headache." I knocked on the door and everything was fine at high speed, but when I stopped, I realized that there were problems, big and small.

"It's been a hard time to rest, it looks like it's all over." After letting out a lament, a fragrant scent pierced deep into my nose.

The golden wheat fields spread all the way to the end of the day, and the lush northland wheat swayed in the breeze to make rolling waves, and I had never seen such a magnificent scenery growing up in the forest, and this strange feeling that made people want to look up to the sky filled my heart.

"It's beautiful." I sighed from the bottom of my heart, and a hand couldn't help but stretch out, as if I was going to touch the wheat ground, and my mood suddenly relaxed.

There were a few clear laughters around me, and when I turned my head, I saw an old man dressed as a farmer.

"Haven't the young people seen this sea of golden wheat in Landinovia?" The man asked gently.

I shook my head.

"Hehe, if it had been forty years earlier, I wouldn't have seen it, but thanks to Lord Lance, we can grow food in a dry and cold place like the Northland."

"Lord Lance?"

"Yes, the aristocratic lord of the Chekov family has been studying agriculture all his life, and if he hadn't improved the wheat to survive in this kind of place, we would still be planting bellflowers, which can only be used as fire." A look of admiration appeared on the old peasant's wrinkled face.

I stood there for a while, and suddenly all the clouds dissipated from my heart: "Yes, talent doesn't change because of identity." ”

"Thank you." I shook the old farmer's hand tightly and ran as fast as I could into the city of Landinovia, and now my head was alive at last.

"What! Let the nobles join us! Let that garbage? Rhettus's loud voice lingered in the chamber for a long time, his eyes as big as gongs, and the word "dissatisfaction" engraved on his face.

I skimmed around the indignation thrown by Rhettus, and continued my speech: "I am not asking to deliberately seek out the internal affairs talents of the aristocracy, but to ask not to deliberately avoid the status of the aristocracy, after all, the aristocracy has more time than us to learn something unrealistic. ”

Most of the people in the meeting turned their attention to Brother Russo, who was sitting silently on the side, deliberately avoiding the status of a nobleman, and the officials promoted were all from poor backgrounds."

(End of chapter)