Five miles south of Glarus, a makeshift camp has sprung up.

Dressed in fine armor, Kazak hurried into the tent of the Chinese army in the center of the camp.

"Sergeant Major, that old fellow of Hereth is not a good person, he was in the city last night, and the task force we infiltrated was searched out and imprisoned two people, and the remaining three people risked their lives to deliver the news, but they didn't dare to make any more moves." As Kazak reported on the military situation, he picked up the wine glass on the wooden table and drank it down.

Angus stared at the map of the march of Jonah Province on the wooden table, and said nonchalantly: "Kazak, you are the elder of the legion, against a Glaru city, the current Welsh legion should not need to use dark chess everywhere, right?"

"How many defenders are there in the city? How long can the food armament be stubbornly held? ”

"According to the news from the dark pile, the defenders of the city are about one hundred and fifty, and more than half of them are peasant soldiers who have been recruited in the last two days. Food and armament can be taught for about three months. Kazak replied.

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Angus's brows furrowed slightly, one hundred and fifty defenders and three months of material reserves, if it was a mortal enemy, it was really a hard bone to gnaw.

However, the sudden outbreak of the "civil war" is essentially a struggle for politics and power, not a battle for military war.

"Kazak, write a letter to Viscount Hereth in a moment, and tell him that we have been ordered by the court and the court minister to go to the city of Jonah to maintain stability and quell the rebellion, and if he opens the gates to welcome the army in, we can ask the court for credit for him."

Kazak scratched his red head and said suspiciously: "Although that old thing is not good at fighting, his head is not stupid, I'm afraid he won't open the door~"

Angus smiled and nodded to the city of Jonah north of Geraus, "Of course Hereth won't open the door and surrender, but I don't plan to storm Glaru either. ”

Seeing that Kazak didn't understand the joints, Angus explained: "Red-haired ghost, you've been following adults for six or seven years, why haven't your head been enlightened. What did we lead our army into the province of Jonah for? For the siege of the city? ”

"This is not an enemy country, and the guys defending the city are not enemy troops. In the final analysis, our role is to deter and deal with conflicts. Hereth was not stupid, he had eyes and ears in Besançon, and believed he already knew what was going on in Balwin. Now he's riding the wall? ”

"We'll take the army around Geraru, and Heres will just cower in the county town if he's interested. Anyway, when the time comes, he'll be able to say it anyway. ”

"As for us, our ultimate goal is to march into Jonah and complete the siege with the Praetorian Guard."

Kazak had an epiphany, "Then we will pull out the camp tomorrow and go north directly outside the city of Geraru." ”

"Do you want Lusignan's cavalry to press in the rear to prevent Hereth from suddenly going out of the city to disturb our rear team?"

Angus chuckled, "Don't worry, Hereth is not a stupid person, don't say that he doesn't have the strength to attack us, even if he has, he won't come." If we don't go to attack the city, he will already kneel before the Holy Lord. ”

"What's more, it was Schwabian who really changed his guard."

"Speaking of Schwabians, you ask Lusignan to send a cavalry squad to Talburg to make sure the border is secure......"

............

Early the next morning, when the extremely nervous defenders of Geraru saw the Wells legions passing around the city, they were puzzled.

They had prayed to God countless times in their hearts that they would survive under the butcher's knife of the Wells Legion......

The last baggage cart disappeared from view, and Hereth, who was standing high in the middle of Geraru, suddenly felt a little weak in his legs and feet, and nearly collapsed to the ground.

"Your Excellency." Beside him, the newly appointed chief of the guard helped Hereth.

Hereth froze, "Hurry up, send someone to follow them, make sure they are really leaving." ”

The young captain of the guard responded and said, "My lord, I will personally take twenty elite cavalry out of the city to attack them. ”

Hereth turned around and slapped him, "Stupid! You really don't dare to fight Geraru! ”

"Just send two light cavalry to follow and watch them leave, and don't cause trouble!"

Not long after, the men sent by Hereth came back with the news that the Wells Legion had indeed headed straight for the north without any intention of turning back.

“...... Most of them had already left Glarus, but seven or eight light horsemen were heading in the direction of Tarburg. ”

Hereth let out a long sigh, "Art at least hasn't forgotten that we still have a foreign enemy. ”

"You release the two imprisoned spies in a while, leave a line in everything, and meet in the future, this Jonah province is going to change~"

"The order is to focus on guarding the border areas from tomorrow to prevent the Schwamen from taking advantage of the situation."

............

The Inner Mansion of the Marquis of the Court of Besançon.

The armor-clad palace guards guarded the attic of the palace with solemn faces, and hundreds of candles illuminated every corner of the inner court.

In an official room on the third floor of the Marquis's mansion, Flender Otto, the prince of Burgundy, was having a close conversation with Arter Wood Wells, Earl of Wales, who had entered the palace.

The secret conversation continued from the sunset to the end of the day, and the moment Art said goodbye to Flender and walked out of the office, the indifference on his face immediately disappeared, and his frown was filled with worry.

Art did not leave the inner court, and he was led by the chamberlain to a stone-walled, well-guarded building in the corner of the marquis's inner court.

The chamberlain stopped in front of a closed house on the first floor, whispered a few words to the two armored guards outside the door, and then bowed to Art before turning away.

Art straightened his armor and waved at the guard.

The guard took out the key and opened the heavy door, and Art saw Balwin, the Earl of Jonah Province and the prime minister of the court, sitting quietly on a wooden chair in the room.

Balwin sat upright in his chair, the candles on the wooden table beside him were about to burn out, and the tray beside the candlestick was filled with cold food.

By the faint light of the candle, Art could see Balwin's appearance clearly, and he had lost a little weight, but he did not wilt.

"Miya-sama?" Looking at Balwin, whose eyes were closed, Art spoke.

Balwin opened his eyes, and after seeing the person who was coming, he was slightly startled at first, and then regained his composure, "I knew that your shadow was indispensable for this matter. Okay, go away, don't persuade me to confess my sins, I'm worthy of God, and even more worthy of Flender. ”

Obviously, there have been a lot of people who have come to persuade them to surrender recently.

Art ignored it, he sat down on the chair next to Balwin, grabbed the cold rotten meat from the tray, put it in his mouth, chewed it twice, and spit it out, "It doesn't taste good, but it's definitely not poisonous." ”

Balwin sneered.

Art grabbed the linen on the tray and wiped his greasy hands dry, and said casually: "Eight years ago, when I first met you when I went north, you were an ordinary minister of peace in the court of the Count of Burgundy, and you did not even have the right to participate in the meeting of important ministers. In fact, with your talents, if you hadn't inherited the title of Earl of Jonah, I'm afraid you wouldn't even be able to get the Minister of Justice. ”

"But you are lucky enough that Schwabian has been resisted several times, and you have firmly followed the old marquis, and you have become Chancellor of the Exchequer all the way down, and you have been included in the Council of Ministers."

"The old marquis is critically ill, and you know that the prince Robert is Bernard's nephew, and once the old marquis dies of illness, your position will not be guaranteed, so you immediately switched to the new monarch Flender."

"Before the battle of the successors, you swayed several times; In the battle of the successors, you have made peace several times; After the battle of the successors, you considered yourself to be outstanding and unparalleled in the world, and you always felt that half of this princely country should belong to you, Balwin, so you acted more and more arrogantly, and your greed became more and more consumed......"

"The human heart is not enough to swallow the elephant, and you always feel that you have gained too little and deserve more. It makes you feel unfair that a down-and-out nobleman living in the mountains of Midsummer can become the monarch of a country, right? ”

"Now it is rumored throughout the Marquis of Burgundy that you are ready to rebel and seize the power of the Marquis."

Balwin's eyes widened when he heard this.

Art raised his hand to stop Balwin's anger, "The rumors outside are all false, you Balwin will never be treasonous." It's not that you don't have that mind, it's that you know you don't have that ability. So you will never be able to do treason. ”

Balwin was even more angry when he heard this.

"Bastard! Don't be complacent, don't forget how you got this new provincial earl! From a lowly commoner step by step to today, whose credit is it? Balwin gritted his teeth.

Art looked at Balwin, who was gritting his teeth and red-faced, and couldn't help but sneer.

"I would also like to ask, from a minister of peace in the palace who can take even a hundred and ten small silver coins to a powerful minister who is in charge of the entire kingdom and often has hundreds of thousands of finnigs in his sleeves, whose help is all this? When the Schwaben almost came to the city of Jonah, who stopped the iron hooves of the offense? In the competition with Bernard, who will do their best to help? ”

Balwyn kept silent, and he chose to remain silent.

Art has also been preoccupied lately, and has no intention of arguing with him.

"Three days earlier, the Praetorian Guard had captured two counties west of Jonah. Early yesterday morning, my Welsh regiment took the two southern counties of Jonah Province. ”

"Now there is only one lonely city of Jonah left in the whole province of Jonah and your eldest son, who is stubborn with three or five hundred weak men.

"The palace has raised two thousand troops for a year's worth of food and grass to be sent to the city of Jonah in the near future. However, the Marquis sent me to ask the Minister of the Palace one last if it was necessary to transport the grain and grass to the city of Jonah. ”

Balwin sighed and didn't say anything.

Art also sighed, "A small Jonah City is nothing, a little Balwyn is nothing, and those old nobles standing behind you are what the new monarch Flender really wants to deal with." ”

"It's true that the new monarch wants the province of Jonah, but what he really wants is the unification of the entire princely state of Burgundy, and anyone who stands in the way of this path will be eliminated."

"If you understand this, not only will your Earl of Jonah survive, but you Balwin yourself will also be safe."

Balwin's eyes snapped open, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly.

He took out a letter from his bosom that had been prepared and placed it on the wooden table in front of Balwin, "The order for the opening of the city of Jonah has been prepared, you can decide for yourself." ”

With that, Art turned and left.

"Yat!"

Balwin flickered at Art, who was about to step out the door.

Art looked back slightly.

"You remember, my today is your tomorrow." Balwin slammed his hammer into the wooden table.

............

A few days later, the city of Jonah was surrendered, and all the province of Jonah was annexed to the court......

Besançon Cathedral, in the Archbishop's Chambers of the Marquis of Burgundy.

“...... Art, did you really give up direct control of the southern border of the province of Jonah? Those lands are much more fertile than your Tinets. ”

"Archbishop, although the Marquis has given me the land of the southern part of Jonah, if I do enter the province of Jonah, then I will not be able to sleep. I simply handed over the territory of Jonah Province to the palace to manage, and received the fief tax from the court every year, so I could save my worries. ”

Art approached Orlov and whispered, "The one on the iron seat can rest assured."

Orlov touched the cross on his chest, closed his eyes and sighed, "If you meet Mingjun, you should know how to advance and retreat." Alright, go back and take care of your wasteland. ”