In the northeast of the Frank Kingdom is the Duchy of Hilda, and the reason why this land belongs to Frank is entirely because both sides share the same beliefs, if it were not for this, the Frank Kingdom would not want the Duchy of Hilda at all, and the Duchy of Hilda would not be willing to join Frank. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The reason why there is such an irreconcilable contradiction between the two sides is not for other reasons, the only reason is that Hilda is too remote and poor. In Frank's eyes, this is a wild place where birds don't, and even if they do, they can't increase their income, but will become a burden; For Hilda, Frank is an arrogant and rude overlord, and even if anything happens in his own country, he can't count on the help of this suzerain, because even if Frankken lends a hand, it will take more than half a year. The two sides maintained a delicate balance and continued to coexist, and the only reason why there was no quarrel was that neither side wanted to provoke such a remote opponent.

However, this situation changed after the succession of a new Grand Duke Hilda, who was only twenty years old when he succeeded to the throne, but during his twenty-seven years in power, he vigorously developed production, improved the living conditions of the people in his domain, and actively encouraged childbirth, raising Hilda's national power to a higher level. Of course, in addition to developing his internal affairs, he also waged several foreign wars in order to expand his territory and increase his population. Miraculously, he won all the wars he waged, and because he skillfully used the contradictions and grievances between the priests in the occupied areas and the priests in his own territory, he always maintained consistency with the Holy See in so many wars, so although he conquered a large amount of land, he was not substantially punished by the Holy See, but communicated Hilda's communication with the surrounding places, strengthened his control over the occupied areas, and gradually became an important prince in the northeast of Frank from a remote local prince, Dominance.

To be able to achieve such impressive results is enough to show that Deguzorf is a wise and courageous monarch. In fact, it is true that although Deguzolf is a fierce beard, he is a ruthless strategist at heart, and he is also one of the best warriors in Hilda.

It's just that Dguzolf, who is now nearly half a hundred years old, can no longer gallop on the battlefield, because in a battle two years ago, he lost the lower part of his left arm forever to protect a child of an enemy country. Dguzolf didn't pay much attention to his arm, because he gained the respect of the enemy people through the loss of this arm, and thus successfully implemented his rule, which was worth it for him.

Looking at the entire Frank country, probably no one can know what this Deguzolf's next plan is, whether he will be content with the status quo to strengthen the power of the Duchy of Hilda, or will he continue to stretch out his claws to expand. Even Hilda's nobles could only look up to their lord every day, secretly speculating on what was going on in his head.

But Deguzorf's life was upset by a sudden letter. It was a letter from the Holy See, written by the Second High Priest Magraln. In the letter, Magraln invited Deguzorf to the Holy See, and offered to make him the supreme military commander of the Frankish state, in charge of jihad.

Dguzorf had already learned about the imminent holy war to regain the Holy Land, but at that time he only sneered and threw the decree issued by the Holy See into the garbage. In his view, such an unrealistic jihad would be embraced only by fanatical religious elements, and anyone with a shred of sanity in their minds would understand that such a long journey to conquer a ruined place of little strategic or economic value would be madness. As for his principality of Hilda, there was no need to travel thousands of miles from the cold north to the holy land, which was known for its scorching heat.

But as things changed little by little, Deguzorf's attitude gradually changed, for he was surprised to find that almost all the kings and archdukes had agreed to participate in the holy war. He could not believe that so many kings and archdukes had gone mad at the same time, and after investigation and analysis, he came to the conclusion that the purpose of these kings was nothing more than two things: one was to use this holy war to plunder the rich cities on the great trade route, and the other was to use the holy war as an opportunity to eradicate dissidents and send the forces that threatened him to the enemy's sword.

As a result, Druzolf had to start thinking about his attitude. If all the nations had agreed to participate in the jihad, and he had not chosen to do so, then Hilda would most likely have fallen victim to the jihad, and despite Hilda's lack of seductive wealth, it would not have been able to stop the revenge of the religious fanatics. Dguzolf was not afraid of the surrounding countries, but it was difficult to say if he was facing a group of madmen, not to mention that he could not be sure how many such madmen there were in his territory, and if there was one such madman among ten people, then it would be as terrifying as a plague lurking in his territory. If necessary, even if you pretend to be yourself, you have to take the madmen in the territory to participate in this holy war, at least you can sweep away the hidden dangers in the territory.

It was at this time that he received a letter from Magraln, and after reading it four times, Deguzorff's beard suddenly twisted. The attendants beside him were amazed, for they had not seen the Lord laugh so loudly in many years.

Deguzorf wanted to laugh, for if he didn't, he would curse the gods loudly, and that would cause great trouble if it reached the Holy See. Deguzorf suddenly found that all the efforts he had made for most of his life had dug a huge hole for himself: because of his good warfare and his ability to fight long distances, he turned out to be the best commander in the eyes of Margran, and he would have to participate in, and command a war that he did not want at all, a war of madness. It is foreseeable that his reputation will be ruined by this stupid war, and no matter what the final outcome of this war is, he will only end up with a warmonger who starts a crazy war.

I don't know how long I laughed, but Deguzolf finally couldn't laugh anymore. The muscles in his abdomen twitched from overexertion, causing him to bend over in pain. At the same time, Dguzolf also made a decision - since he was destined to participate in this stupid and crazy war, he could at least fight for the war with minimal casualties, even if it was the enemy's soldiers.