"Send me to an old friend?"

Wiesenhauer even stopped breathing, the extreme horror made his fat body tremble like a sieve, the "old friends" are basically dead, the living ones don't want to see themselves, is this to send themselves to death?

"Kiger, you know I won't betray Roseff, you know, I'm not threatening him, I just want to be a real legionnaire, go to the battlefield to earn my dignity, I'm willing to return my territory to His Majesty the King, in exchange for the qualification to be the commander of the Lorraine Legion, that's a marquisate, I support all the changes of His Majesty......."

Kiger looked at Wiesenhauer, who was still weighing and calculating how to obtain greater benefits when he was dying, and sneered disdainfully: "You don't support Rousseff's change at all, you are in love with the wealth of the Marquis of Lorraine, your own territory is very barren, naturally not as good as a legion commander stationed in a rich territory, more oil and water, more real power, Weisen, your intelligence and meanness really make me admire." ”

The wind and snow are getting heavier and heavier, and Wiesenhauer's body is getting colder and colder, and his heart is getting colder and colder as he looks at the ruthless Kiger.

"Kiger, we assisted Rousseff from Aurelian to the present, he won't kill me, you guessed his mind wrong, only I can guess what he was thinking, you send me back to see Rousseff......."

Kiger retracted all his smiles and pronounced the sentence coldly: "Visen, do you remember what 'that man' said? ”

"Kiger, please, please, for the sake of our friends for more than 20 years, spare ......"

Wisenhall couldn't stop falling back, crying and begging for mercy, while reaching out and secretly pinching something in his pocket, secretly injecting spiritual power into it.

A wisp of spiritual power fluctuations faintly appeared, and Kieg immediately sensed it, "Wei Sen, your courage really makes me admire. ”

Kig moved suddenly, and the chubby figure was illusory in the snowy night, and the speed was incredible.

Weisenhauer gritted his teeth and took out a delicate spiritual power pistol, and the spiritual power engravings on both sides of the gun body were already glowing.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Crisp gunshots rang out continuously, and the blazing ballistic light shone clearly in the night sky, sliding far into the distance, not hitting any targets.

"Bang...... Bang!"

The gunshots were intervening longer and longer, and Wiesenhauer's breathing was getting heavier and heavier, and his eyes were getting more agitated.

Wiesenhauer knew that his fighting strength was far inferior to Kiger, but he was not willing to sit idly by, and he wanted to alarm some people in this way, even if they couldn't rush to save him, and let them know whose hands he died.

But until the last trace of spiritual power in his body was exhausted, he could no longer drive the spiritual power pistol, and Wiesenhauer did not wait for the reinforcements he hoped for.

Kiger's chubby body stopped in front of Wiesenhauer, easily grabbed his neck, looked at him with a sneer and mocked: "You can't do it in two minutes? Not only have you not grown a little over the years, but you have even lost the courage to fight in close combat."

"Rousseff killed me......... Others will be cold, he has no friends anymore......" Wiesenhauer's face turned the color of pig liver, and he never gave up trying to survive.

"Dragon...... No need for friends!"

"Click!"

Wiesenhauer's eyes widened, his neck was choked, he didn't understand until he died, he clearly guessed Roseff's mind, and he did what he liked to help him set up Charles, the new commander of the army, and was willing to support Roseff's ideas for change, but why did he still die here for no apparent reason?

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

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

Kieg silently returned to the small living room of the Isai Palace, nodded slightly at Roseff, and silently walked to the corner to be invisible.

Rosseph, with his eyes closed as if he had fallen asleep, opened his eyes and continued to ask questions in a calm tone, as if nothing had happened just now.

"Philo, what else did that little guy ask?"

Philo hurriedly replied, "The Earl of Charles asked when the salaries, weapons, armor and various equipment of the Lorraine Legion would be in place, and he also asked for enough spiritual power materials to be provided to him, which far exceeded the quota of the Marquis of Lorraine in previous years. ”

"Hmph! It must be Kopal who agreed to prepare the awakening potion for him, we can't compromise on this point, we only provide him with the awakening potion exclusively provided by the military, and it will be distributed to the soldiers in the name of the royal family, as for the Marquis of Lorraine's spiritual power material ration this year, the amount is reduced by half compared to previous years. ”

"Yes, Your Majesty, but the Earl of Charles has asked to equip the Lorraine Legion with the latest rifles, and if we can't provide them, he has asked for funds to be allocated to procure them himself. ”

"It seems that he wanted to buy rifles from the XM Arsenal and spend my money to buy them from his own factory, what a cunning guy, how did Bulman give birth to such a bastard son. ”

Although Ruseff scolded incessantly, General Philo immediately understood that Ruseff had agreed to Charles's request.

"Your Majesty, according to what standard is the salary, equipment and logistical supplies of the soldiers of the Lorraine Legion distributed?"

Rousseff thought for a while, and said with a light smile: "It will be issued according to the standard of the main army, but we will only pay him half, and the remaining half will be paid from the taxes of the Lorraine region, when will he let our tax collector take over the taxes of the Marquis of Lorraine, and when will we pay him." ”

“.........”

"Your Majesty, the Count of Charles seems to ...... Not stupid, will he say yes?"

"Of course he is not stupid, otherwise how would he have agreed to form the Lorraine Legion?

The next day, Charles received the terms and conditions sent by General Philo, and he did not show dissatisfaction with the fact that the salary was divided into two parts, which made the apprehensive General Philo quite pleased, and felt that Charles was not completely non-negotiable.

But what he didn't know was that Charles didn't look down on these small sums at all, and in his opinion, the salary of the main army of Florence was just the standard for sending Hanako.

In order to build a strong army, intensive training and high military spending are indispensable, and Charles has long targeted the national tax revenue of the Marquis of Lorraine, and Rousseff's plan is exactly what he wants.

The nobles' territories also have to pay taxes to the royal family, and the rest is the nobles' own territory taxes, in the past, the nobles could only use their own territory taxes to feed a small private army, and now there is a legitimate excuse that the Charr will not use it?

"Charles, His Majesty would like to ask your opinion on the selection of the Deputy Legion Commander and the Royal Liaison Officer!"

Charles rolled his eyelids and said, "My opinion is that there are no bullshit deputy commanders and liaison officers!"

General Philo's face twitched unnaturally, "Charles, you and I both know that this kind of condition is impossible, His Majesty the King will not let an entire main battle legion become a private army of a certain person, and the necessary supervision must exist!"

Charles was silent for a moment before he said in a deep voice: "Isn't the lesson of the defeat of the Southwestern Front at Sbaya profound enough? An army can only have one commander. ”

"If I had to choose one candidate, His Highness Boyle would be suitable!"

"Who?, His Highness Boyle?"

"Yes, that's him!

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