"Rubbish!"

"A bunch of rubbish!"

The eunuch intelligence director was once again smashed by the heavy iron felt, and his head was broken. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Pigs! ****！ ”

Even when he smashed everything on the table, the Duke of Brittany did not feel a trace of relief, but intensified it even more, and the stamps, the boards, the quills, and even the torches that were still burning all fell on the body of the eunuch chief who was lying on the ground and curled up in a ball.

It's just that the duke, who was wantonly venting his anger, didn't notice that the hatred in the eyes of the eunuch chief was getting stronger and stronger......

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"Lizheng—"

At this moment, while the Duke of Brittany was bewildering, Magnus was tossing his new soldier.

"Who gave you food?!"

"His Royal Highness Prince Magnus!"

"Who gave you your life?!"

"His Royal Highness Prince Magnus!"

"Who are you supposed to be loyal to?!"

"His Royal Highness Prince Magnus!"

Crookedly lined up in five rows, part of the conscripted peasants caught on the run, and part of the citizens of Nantes dragged by Lefèvre to the battlefield to no avail, Magnus shuttled through the crowd with a leather whip in hand, and whoever dared not shout slogans was immediately whipped hard.

It's not some shameful play, it's real soldier training.

Strengthen collective honor, strengthen soldiers' loyalty to themselves, and strengthen their position in the hearts of soldiers......

Although this is not really useful at the moment.

No matter how much they shout slogans, even if they are shouted thousands of times a day, they can't get rid of the fact that Magnus invaded them; What's more, the dripping blood, the corpses that are dead and the bones are not yet decomposed are buried in the jungle, and people's memories are not so bad.

But Magnus does not want the present, but only the future.

Time will wash away all hatred, especially in this era when there is no national consciousness at all, and personal hatred will easily disappear in the torrent of years without the support of national consciousness.

At that time, these useless efforts have become an excellent foreshadowing.

"Everybody shouted at me a hundred times! Shouting the fastest, shouting the loudest, there is meat to eat tonight! The slowest to shout, and those who don't shout seriously, will be hungry today! ”

After another round of the tour, Magnus nodded in satisfaction, and then resorted to his usual tricks.

But the usual trick is a good trick - when Magnus had just taken over the captives from Lefèvre, they couldn't even fight in a queue - but it only took a day to praise meat and whip for the bastards to know what to do to eat meat.

However, meat and whips are not enough, Magnus still needs ...... Rape?

"Alphonse, come here."

Governing the natives with the natives is a good example and prevents the Bretons from rebelling as much as possible.

However, even the traitor is not so easy to choose, and the person must have some prestige among the Bretons, otherwise it will not work.

With Magnus's shout, a man who was a head and a half taller than the others, and a rough estimate of a sturdy man of one meter eight also walked out.

As an aside, the average height of Europeans in the 11th century was only 1.6 meters due to widespread malnutrition, and the peasants and serfs were even shorter, so Alphonse was already considered a giant at that time.

By the way, the cavalry, including Magnus, was more than 1.7 meters tall, which is one of the reasons why the cavalry felt superior.

"Your Royal Highness, Alphonse reports to you."

Trotting all the way over, Alphonse stood still violently when he approached Magnus, with his hands behind his back and his feet apart, which was exactly the way Magnus taught them to stand two days ago, and it seemed that they had done hard work.

"Not bad, not bad."

Magnus smiled, and Alphonston was a proud one.

To tell the truth, Magnus didn't take special care of Alphonse, and the reason why he was chosen was only because he was tall, standing out from the crowd in a group of conscripted peasants, and he also took the initiative to take refuge, which was somewhat of a matter of buying horse bones; But now it seems...... Maybe it's worth cultivating.

There are many smart people in this world, and there are even more people who are good at drilling, but they are both smart and good at drilling, and they are willing to work hard, so such talents are rare.

If Alphonse's self-description is true, he was a poacher from a remote village, with no illustrious background, and no intricate aristocratic ties, then he was 'clean' and a real talent worth cultivating.

Therefore, Magnus was willing to give him this opportunity.

"Alphonse, I know what you want when you take the initiative to come here."

Alphonse's body shook violently.

"You have ambition, it's good to be ambitious, I like ambitious people, but if this ambition is not used in the right place......"

"I swear to my heavenly Father that I will be loyal to His Royal Highness the Prince in this life and this life, and I will not dare to repeat it at all!"

Before Magnus could finish his words, Alphonse was already swearing and swearing, and Magnus only smiled when he saw it.

For ambitious people, any oath is bullshit, and they value the glory of life more than God who can only be seen after death.

"Alright, calm down, I don't doubt your loyalty, I have a task for you right now."

"See the group behind you?"

Magnus pointed to the Bretons who were shouting slogans, and Alphonse nodded.

"I want you to make them like you within three days - to be as passionate as you are when shouting slogans, not just loud - I don't care what you do, I just want results. In the past three days, I will give you what you want, the mission is successful, I will promote you to general, and if the mission fails, you will kill yourself and don't have to come to see me again. ”

Alphonse's lips suddenly moved twice, and his fingers trembled.

It's not fear, it's excitement.

To be a general, the youngest general is also a knight, this is the decency of the nobility, and there can never be anything wrong!

As a general, he will have his own fiefdom, and he is also a master!

"Very well, let's do it now."

Magnus looked at Alphonse with such excitement, and his heart was filled with joy.

"Also, I remember a few guys who wanted to join me like you, but I refused, you can go and find them out and be your lieutenant; After all, the future general also needs his own team......"

Leaving behind a word full of temptation, Magnus let Alphonse stand still and drift away.

It's an excellent idea.

Magnus was convinced that it was an excellent idea.

As the ancient Greek saying goes: There are no rats in a wrecked ship that will sink.

There is a similar saying in the East: the tree falls and the tree scatters.

Right now, anyone with a little bit of eye can see that the broken ship of the Duke of Brittany has sailed to the limit, and it is only a matter of time before it sinks, and those passengers on the ship, they are all time to find a home.

It's just that, depending on the status of the passengers, they are looking for different homes.

The nobility, Magnus basically can't count on it, as an outsider, but also an invader, these local nobles will definitely not take refuge in his name.

In Brittany, there was one man who was more suitable for the nobility than he was, and that was the Count of Brest.

Therefore, he can only count on civilians.

Magnus now reuses the Bretons to make a sign that he can treat anyone equally as long as he is talented, whether it is a nobleman or a commoner, whether it is a Saxon, a Frank, or a Breton.

This gesture is extremely important to him now, and only by making this gesture can the vast number of Breton peasants work under him with peace of mind, and create more wealth, more steel, and more soldiers for him.

Moreover, there was a class, which was neither aristocratic nor common, and which had already expressed its intention to surrender to him early in his march to Fort Nantes.

That's why, despite the impregnable walls of Fort Nantes, Magnus is not anxious at all......