In 1380 A.D., war broke out again between Bourbon and Ingona, and after the outbreak of war, Ingena immediately approached Maisica for assistance, but unfortunately this time Maisica did not fulfill the meaning of the former alliance.

"To be honest, the conditions proposed by the Bourbon this time are not harsh, just give in to them for the time being, why go to war?"

The reply from Maisica made the eyes of the Indocona Alliance darken, and he scolded Maisica's rat eyes: "If we resolutely resist, there will still be remnants of our Indocona culture in a hundred years, and if it is as weak as Maisica, the culture that will remain after a hundred years will be a bourbon Myrami culture or a pure Myrami culture!"

After the outbreak of the war, the Bourbon army landed on the continent of Tenglong, advanced to the Bourbon Expatriates, and stopped the advance on the grounds of winter, but even after the spring of 1381, the Bourbon army still only broke out some low-intensity battles with the Incona, which calmly frightened the Incona League.

"What kind of conspiracy are the despicable Bourbons up for? Haven't you found out yet!" Looking at the spy report sent by his spies who knew nothing, the head of the Indocona Alliance couldn't help but scold, "Check! From the capital to the Bourbon expatriate gathering area, give me a fierce investigation! You must know what conspiracy the Bourbons are engaged in!"

Moreover, the Coalition Leader was very dissatisfied with the information that the Ombudsman had recently sent.

"Ingona spent so many resources to set up an espionage system, so that you could reconnoiter the possible rebellion of that group of Bourbon expatriates during the war, not for you to investigate this, what is the content of this spy report?

"Please! We are at war with Bourbon, and it is normal for us to be disgusted with the Bourbon expatriate, not to mention that this trend has been around for a long time, and you need to remind me again?

Hearing the reprimand of the alliance leader, the Ombudsman sweated profusely: "Yes! We will work harder to investigate the movements of Bourbon spies, and we will no longer observe such things as the anti-Bourbon movement!"

At this time, Boris, the current ruler of the current Meate IV, was listening to the report of his subordinates and learned that the plan was well underway.

"The Bourbons are the people of the sea, and once they move far from the coast and go inland, without the protection of the great ships, the Bourbons will be greatly weakened. In order to avoid the war losses more Bourbon lads, we can only do this," Mies IV's hands trembled a little at the thought of the consequences of this plan.

The envoy at the table of Mith IV buried his head lower: "All for the glory of Bourbon, these sacrifices can be understood and forgiven. ”

What the Bourbons are doing is not to spy on Ingona's intelligence, but to incite Ingona's anti-Bourbon sentiment.

Although the Bourbon Diaspora Alliance spared no effort to give Bourbon a lot of material resources during the war, the Bourbon people believed that this was still not enough, and the Bourbon Diaspora Union, which was familiar with the land situation in Incona, became the main force of the army in this war, which was the best choice for Bourbon.

However, the Bourbon Diaspora Union was well aware of the risks of this and therefore refused to "go deeper", that is, to form an army to help the Bourbon fight.

Faced with this situation, Mies IV needed to do something to capitalize on the anti-Bourbon sentiment that had always existed in Ingona and make the migrants understand that neither end of the snake nor the rat would work.

In 1382 A.D., Erinador, the capital of Incona.

"Damn Bourbon spies!" "They robbed us of our wealth!" "They made us poor!" "The Bourbons are treacherous and cunning profiteers!"

Today, the Bourbon diaspora in Erinado, as always, gathered a crowd of people, blocked the door of the diaspora to protest, and threw stones at the diaspora from time to time, insulting and provocative, while the diaspora locked its doors and did not respond.

On a corner at the end of the street, the Bourbon spy was telling a burly man: "Rush over in a moment, do what you planned, remember, this is the will of many Erinador nobles, and if you do it, you will be the hero of Ingona." ”

A sturdy man nodded, with an eager expression, picked up his weapon and walked towards the gate of the expatriate quarter.

Looking at the advancing figure of the sturdy man, the spy's gaze crossed the crowd and threw himself into the expatriate area, revealing a momentary desolate expression, and this emotion was immediately erased.

The spy changed into dirty clothes and walked down the crowd towards the expatriate area, only to see the sturdy man agitating and shouting in the crowd, and then the first to storm the door, and just as he was about to enter, there was a "bang", and the sturdy man was only left with the upper half of his body.

People, it was your own spy accomplices who killed you, I'm sorry, the protagonist of this riot is not you.

The spy stepped out of the crowd and shouted hoarsely in a skilled Ingona voice: "Kill people! They actually kill people! We Incona people can't bear it! Kill all these Bourbon profiteers!"

"Kill!"

"Boom!" The gate was stormed by the mob, and the security team of the capital had already arrived, turning a blind eye. Encouraged mobs swarmed into the Bourbon diaspora, and a massacre began.

A few days later, the news reached the Bourbon Expatriate Alliance, and a large-scale Bourbon expulsion wave broke out in Incona, and the only Bourbon expatriate area in the northern core with a total of 700 people was cut off, and even the Bourbon exclusion incident occurred in the central nucleus and even the capital, and the Bourbon diaspora was attacked and slaughtered everywhere, and the Bourbon diaspora suffered heavy casualties.

This attack kicked off the wave of Ingona's wanton massacre of Bourbon expatriates, even if the Ingona alliance leader already knew that something was wrong, but it was too late at this time, and the tide could not be stopped, because this was not a momentary anger, but a backlash of Ingona being bullied and angry by Bourbon for a hundred years.

The Incona Alliance and the Bourbon Diaspora Alliance sent envoys to each other, and both sides were willing to negotiate again and again in an attempt to resolve the issue at the negotiating table, but the negotiations were repeatedly interrupted by repeated massacres of Bourbon expatriates.

By 1385, however, it was clear to everyone that the attempt to reconcile had failed. A total of 30,000 people (including Bourbon miners) in the central core and northern core have all lost contact with the Bourbon diaspora except for those who have fled, and even the western core has seen several attacks on the Bourbon diaspora.

Although the alliance leader of the Bourbon expatriate alliance knows about this matter, Bourbon may not be able to get rid of it, but what can he do now? If he does not pay the blood debt to Incona, I am afraid that his alliance leader will be torn apart by the angry Bourbon expatriate.

So a few days later, the Bourbon Diaspora officially rebelled against Ingona and joined the Bourbon army, and after the Bourbon Diaspora joined the Bourbon Army, the Bourbon army finally began to move and marched towards the capital of Ingona.

The war lasted another four years, and Bourbon's army marched to Erinado, and after three failed sieges, Ingona finally relented.

In 1389, the Nine-Year Agreement was signed between Ingona and Bourbon, under which the territory occupied by the Bourbon Diaspora was ceded to Bourbon by Ingona, and Bourbon restored all its pre-war privileges in Ingona, and Ingona also needed to compensate the Bourbon expatriates who died in the war.

"In vain and without self-sufficiency, hum, Bourbon has yet another victory of course," was the mockery of the Bourbon Governor to Ingona.

A well-deserved victory, and this is the last time Bourbon deserves to win, and two surprise packages are waiting for Bourbon later.

This victory, what really brought not the honor of Bourbon, but the precursor of Bourbon's destruction, in the silver room where Leng Yi was, because of the Nine Years' War, a chess piece was put on it, and this chess piece will pull out two other important chess pieces, making the situation go to chaos.

Bourbon divides Bourbon Island into three main parts: the Old Channel, the Northern Channel and the Southern Channel, but in fact, this is a very general division, for example, the Dumo Liao Transit Channel in the west is not among them, and the core of the old Channel is actually the middle channel, and the north and south are not the real core of the old Channel area, although they belong to the old channel.

To the north of the old fairway is the main city of Kampo, where many Bourbon tribes live on the border, and now in 1392 they are gathering to meet.

"In the war between the Lord (referring to Bourbon) and the Tenglong barbarians (referring to Ingona), each of our tribes contributed their blood, and every family had men die because of the war. But instead of rewarding our loyalty, the Lord has increased the tribute to us, and you know, how can we afford to pay so much of what we used to pay after so much loss of men!"

"Yes, yes, the main family is really too much this time," remembering the recent situation, the barbarian chiefs attending the meeting were all dejected.

At this point, one of the chiefs asked a crucial question, "But what if we are dissatisfied, can we still resist, what can we resist?"

"How many sons do you have left, Browie," the lead chief, Nkesiu, did not answer the other man's question directly, but asked a seemingly unrelated question.

Browe was surprised to be asked this question, and he hesitated and replied, "Two, fortunately, Gulaika is still alive, and my favorite heir is not dead." ”

"But I only have one left! The eldest two conscripts went and never returned, and the youngest one froze to death last month, leaving only 12-year-old Surifer! Even we as chiefs are left with these few children, and the samurai below are probably worse off than we are. ”

"Even if we resist, can we get worse than we do now! We can't go on anymore!" the chief who took the lead asked the attendees in a loud voice.

Even so, the remnants of Bourbon for thousands of years were still very heavy, and one of the chiefs cringed and asked, "How can you resist the resistance, and kill the tax collector?"

"We've used this tactic many times, and it's a cliché. This time, if we want to play, we will play a big one, and we will directly defeat Compo, and use the fall of Compo as a signal for our Bonn people to resist Bourbon. ”

"What!?" came the stunned cries of the chiefs from the camp, who marveled at the crazy plan.