Marlo Chihui was running, and the Yuanhuang chariot was long gone, riding a one-horned deer that pulled a cart for Ruiwen Nalong, running frantically. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Death is not terrible for Marlo-Chihui, whether it is a human race, a dwarf race, an orc, or any other race, no one will kill a sage's resident lineage, Marlo-Chihui is just ensuring that he will not be captured by the people of the Holy Cross Territory, and will not become a prisoner of Zhou Mo's subordinates.

The majesty of the commander of the army is long gone, when he set out from the Yuan Kingdom, the Abyss War Armor given to him by his father has been discarded by him, and he needs the support of Yuan Energy at that time, otherwise the battle armor that is as heavy as a mountain is not something that he can control without the Yuan Emperor's chariot.

The precious and delicate robes of the prince have now been stained by dust and sweat, and the silk has become cold and stiff by the mud mixed with sweat and dust.

A head of extremely delicate hair, which had been combed and braided, was now draped over his shoulders, dancing with the cold wind and dust.

His eyes were bloodshot, and the one-horned deer under the seat had already begun to stick out his tongue, panting, but he was still urged by Marlo-Chihui's crazy whipping.

With Ruiwen Nalong's food and spicy food, the value of a day's ration can feed a family of five for a year's one-horned light deer, and the endurance and speed in the wilderness have long been gone.

But Marlo Chihui couldn't care about these anymore, and the only thing in his mind was to run, run to any of the main cities in the Sea Kingdom, and he could use the teleportation array to return to the palace of King Yuan and return to the protection of his father.

He was defeated, and there was no fluke in defeat.

Marlo Chihui's ears still echoed with the wailing and screaming warriors who died tragically under the terrifying source energy armament.

"Devils, they must be devils from the abyss!"

"Run, our enemy is the devil, the invincible devil!"

The Broken Soldier is roaring!

"Kneel down and surrender to avoid death, and those who resist will be killed!"

"Holy Cross above, Holy Light blessed, we are invincible!"

This is the victor demonstrating mercy and glory.

"The lord has a life, the one who captures Marlo-Chihui alive, the holy light is blessed, and the military merits are nine turns!"

"Capturing the bloodline of the three kings alive is a glory that my human race has never had, and the generals should not miss the opportunity!"

It's Marlowe Crimson's nightmare.

Since birth, he has been destined to inherit the noble prince of the Yuan Kingdom, and Marlo-Chihui can't imagine what it would be like for him to become a prisoner.

The kingdom of Yuan can allow the defeat of the heir, but it will never allow a prince who has been captured to inherit the throne of Yuan.

Otherwise, when he inherited King Yuan, what face would he have to stand in front of many nobles?

Marlo Chihui is still on the run, and the journey from Ink City to Langfeng City is only one day and one night, and if the mysterious life is in full force, it will only take half a day to arrive.

But now Marlowe feels that this journey is so long!

Marlo Chihui is on the run, and Darryl Dragonfire is on the run.

His face was stained with blood, and the commander's robe on his body had long been replaced by the most ordinary soldier's iron armor, and his face slowly changed slightly under the armor, from outside the Holy Light Barrier, when he was escorted to the prisoner camp, Darryl Chihui was already unrepresented, and he was the closest person around, so he didn't want to recognize him.

In order to crusade against the territory of the Holy Cross, the three kingdoms worked together to lay out, spending four months, ordering the central nobles and the southern nobles to form two armies of nearly five million.

Then the north attacked first, and in fifteen days, the Holy Light Barrier was killed into a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, and the Holy Cross Territory was only defended and not attacked.

It took a total of three days for the southern part of the country to march from the army to the unimpeded arrival at the city of Mocheng.

Then, under Zhou Mo's order, the Holy Cross territory turned from defense to attack.

In just an hour, the central aristocratic coalition army was directly crippled and annihilated, while the southern aristocratic coalition army was scattered by a thunderous blow.

The city lord's mansion of Mocheng, because Zhou Mo is here, is temporarily the commander of the southern front.

Zhou Mo was holding a scepter and issuing a military order:

"The Fifth and Seventh Regular Legions, with the cooperation of the Source Energy Armament, entered the direct territory of the former Otto Empire, advanced rapidly, and all those who resisted were killed. ”

"Be careful, try to avoid civilian casualties, strict military discipline, the knight of the Holy Cross will follow, and those who violate our military discipline will be beheaded on the spot for public display!"

"In the year of his appointment, he sent administrative officials, followed by the army, to pacify the common people, distribute the property of the nobles, and use the wealth accumulated by the nobles to appease the hearts of the common people in the middle. ”

Ren Nian bowed down and obeyed, and then asked:

"My lord, I don't know how to grasp the scale of the central expedition and the confiscation of the nobles?"

Zhou Mo glanced at Ren Nian appreciatively, the bright yellow jade ruler knocked on his palm, thought for a while, and said:

"Don't keep the nobles of the territory, the honorary nobles, and look at the hearts of the people. ”

Ren Nian's body trembled slightly, don't let the nobles of the territory stay?

Although they have long been aware that their sovereign has the intention of subverting the aristocratic system, but now such an indifferent and ruthless sentence has been said, Ren Nian has foreseen that the central nobles who were high in the past will not be able to get it even if they fall into the dust after the army, and they will be washed away by blood under the butcher's knife.

Taking a deep breath, Ren Nian asked boldly:

"My lord, how to reward the meritorious soldiers this time?"

Zhou Mo raised his eyes to look at Ren Nian, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and said:

"How to reward? The army has its own rules, and it is three layers thick, and you have other ideas for any year?"

Ren Nian hurriedly bowed down and said:

"The rewards and punishments are all from the adults, how dare Ren Nian have opinions, and naturally follow the rewards set by the adults. ”

Zhou Mo nodded, looked at Ren Nian and asked:

"What, you still have something?"

A drop of cold sweat dripped from Ren Nian's forehead, Ren Nian hurriedly waved the sleeve of his robe, put his right hand on his chest, and caught the sweat on his face and ground with his salute.

"The subordinates have nothing to do, if the lord has no orders, Ren Nian will retire. ”

Zhou Mo didn't speak, just stared at Ren Nian, until he saw Ren Nian's legs trembling slightly, and then said:

"In any year, my Holy Cross Territory has the prosperity it has today, do you say that the credit of the commoners is greater, or the credit of the nobles is greater?"

This question is in Ren Nian's ears, he only has a wry smile, among the nobles in the Holy Cross Territory, there are really nobles who have been given real power, I am afraid that only the lord is the lord's family, and the rest, the Holy Cross Territory has the current situation, so it is naturally the credit of the commoners.

The grain is grown by civilians, the minerals are mined and traded by civilian merchants, the army is composed of the children of civilians, and the casting of the source energy armament, although Ren Nian is not very clear, but he can probably guess that the laborers are also civilian craftsmen.

"Naturally, it is the common people who have a great deal of credit, no, it should be said that it is all due to the wisdom of the lord and the wisdom and diligence of the commoners. ”

Zhou Mo smiled, he was very satisfied with Ren Nian's honest attitude.

"Then according to Ren Nian, what contribution does the noble class have under the rule of Benjue now?"

Ren Nian was speechless, so he could only bow to the ground and signal that he knew he was wrong.

Zhou Mo waved his hand and said:

"Go down and think about it, you and I are kings and ministers, seeing that the foundation is about to rise, I don't want you to end up well. ”

"Remember, a person who stands on the opposite side of the main class in a country, no matter how high his status is, he will not end well, and at that time, Ben Jue just wants to hug you, and because of the general trend, I am afraid that you will not be able to tolerate it!"

This is an extremely serious warning, and Ren Nian only bowed down.