What color did Count Don Jr. want to show Prince Tad?

It's a military parade. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

A military parade can fully show the physical condition, equipment and mental attitude of the soldiers of a country, a region, or a nation. No matter how some keyboard fighters like to spray feces on the Internet, slandering that the military parade is just a great achievement of the leaders and a waste of money and a waste of national strength, but a loose and sloppy army that can't even go well in the parade is definitely not the opponent of an army with a uniform queue and a perfect formation.

Moreover, the military parade is not only for one's own family, this is only the basic function, it is more for 'foreign friends' to see. When a country doesn't want to go to war, but wants to exert influence on another country, a military parade is an excellent option.

For example, a large country holds a military parade: "Look, I have so many people and balls in my hands, you don't listen to me, be careful that I spank you."

Then a small country held a military parade: "I'm not afraid of you!" I have a lot of people and balls, you come and beat me, be careful to knock off your front teeth! ”

That's it, the big countries intimidate and deter the small countries through the military parade, and the small countries resist and resist the big countries through the military parade. And in this invisible war, neither side has consumed a single shot or a single bullet, nor has a single life been sacrificed, but only a group of soldiers kicking and kicking every day, which is really too cost-effective and too cheap - compared to a local war, a proxy war, or even a full-scale war.

And now what Count Tang wants to do is to hold a military parade, and through this parade to express Desmond's determination to unite as one and hate the enemy: "You big bun, it's better not to bully us too hard, otherwise Lao Tzu will get up and play with you, even if you can kill Lao Tzu yourself, you will have to go to half your life, and then see how you can suppress your ambitions?"

That's probably what it means.

But when it came to the end of the explanation, the knights looked at him with idiotic eyes.

Why?

Because there was never a military parade in medieval Europa! Even if there were, they were all triumphal, as if the Grand Arc de Triomphe in Paris, the Brandenburg Gate in Prussia, and the Wellington Triumphal Arch in England could only be built after the monarchs won the battle, but no one ever built any 'parade gate'! Besides, the triumphal style can only be obtained by winning the battle, and now you not only do not win the battle, but you have to send money out, what are you happy about?

Is it so happy to send money out?

Helpless, Count Tang could only explain the significance of the parade again.

So this group of uneducated knights was shocked, so this group of uneducated knights knelt down, and everyone could only cry out in tears: "Jun is a god?" It's a great plan, and I might as well do it. ”

So the plan came down, and the next day the little Count Tang said to Prince Tade, cousin, it's all my fault that my aunt-in-law came yesterday, and I can't help it if my temper is bad, I agreed to your condition, that is, it is a bit troublesome to collect food from all over the country, at least half a month, or you are waiting here?

Prince Tad was happy when he heard this, and immediately took the hand of the little Count Tang and said affectionately: "Cousin, it's okay! What is the relationship between my brother and you, apologize for hurting feelings! Men, there are always a few days a month, and everyone understands, understands, haha. Do you want your cousin to bring you some brown sugar water? By the way, can you go a little faster about the food thing?

The two of them held hands and stared at each other, but they were speechless and choked.

Bah! Two stinky and shameless guys!

The knight of Alcoba's eyes was about to pop out, and he opened his mouth and scolded, but the knight immediately came to his senses, hurriedly covered his mouth, looked at the side, fortunately no one else heard, the knight rubbed the goosebumps on his body, and hurried away.

Then, just as Count Don had promised, Desmond's grain was packed to the castle one by one.

The grain produced in the Count of the Little Tang's own private estate, the grain produced in the knight's fiefdom villages, the grain stored by the rich peasants, the big landowners, and the merchants, and even the grain of the poor peasants in general.

Of course, it was undoubtedly very offensive to take away from the peasants the grain they relied on to save their lives, so the little Count Tang played a little trick here, and every grain collector and every tax collector would wave his whip and roar loudly when collecting grain, and they would say, "You bastards! Pigs! These are all the food that His Excellency wants! Your Excellency's Food! Do you dare to disobey the orders of His Excellency? ”

Then there would be peasants, or pre-arranged to, ask, "Isn't our master the Earl of Donchester?" Why does the Grand Guild levy grain from us? ”

"Good question!" The Grain Collector/Tax Collector replied that they would put down their whips at this time, and then said with a soothing face: "Because the Earl is a vassal of His Excellency the Grand Duke, the orders of His Excellency the Grand Duke cannot be disobeyed even by the Earl!" And do you know how much food His Excellency wanted? Now that only this little has been levied on you, it is already the death of the Earl, that is, he has risked his life to ask for it! ”

In this way, the little Count Tang tried his best to disguise himself as a seeker for the people, a victim, or at least an unrelated person, and put all his hatred and dissatisfaction on the Grand Duke of Murchid.

Then, while the grain was being collected, the private soldiers of the Count of Little Tang, three hundred soldiers who were out of production, were killed. Their traditions, habits, spirits, physical strength, and extremely poor willpower began to be squeezed by the demonic Count Tang.

Starting from this summer, in the next half month, there may be more time beyond, and these soldiers will spend the most unforgettable and hellish time of their lives.

During this period of time, all those involved in the training suffered from various degrees of mental illness, some of which would not be resolved for the rest of their lives. Even decades later, when some of these peasants are old and have children and grandchildren, they are still attacked by nightmares hidden in the deepest part of their subconscious in their sleep. Then I got up sweating profusely and couldn't sleep again.

But in any case, once Count Xiao Tang made up his mind, these poor soldiers, they could only choose to bear it, and they could no longer resist.

PS: Old time in the evening, half past eleven o'clock.