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The blood on the black armor had solidified and turned into a dark red solid, and a black-armored soldier with a long sword in his hand kicked over a lying "corpse". There was a wound on the corpse's shoulder, and the blood had already soaked his neckline. The corpse's face was as pale as paper, its teeth were clenched, and its lips were bruised. The black-armored soldier calmly glanced at the corpse, and found no other wounds on the corpse, he stepped on the other arm of the corpse that was not injured, and held the hilt of the sword high with both hands.

The corpse actually trembled slightly, and before he could react, the long sword fell violently. The blade left a chill in the air, and with a pop, the tip of the sword stabbed directly into the corpse's throat. The corpse actually reacted, the injured arm twitched and clutched the blade of the sword, blood flowing from his fingers, but no matter how much he struggled, he could not avoid the fate of death. His legs kicked wildly, his body writhed wildly, and the black-armored soldier drew his long sword with an indifferent face, indifferently watching the corpse turn into a real corpse.

He crouched down, felt over the corpse, pulled out two silver coins and stuffed them into his arms, and then looked at the other body beside him, which had been split in two from his waist. His hand nimbly reached through the gap in the upper half of the corpse's armor and felt it in the corpse's chest. He took out a handful of copper and silver coins and put them in the money bag in his arms.

From the very beginning of the battle, the victory was firmly locked in by Thor. Wren also found that the reason why he was called a genius was not because he was a genius in commanding, but because he was a genius in hanging. The Church has tens of thousands of Templar Knights, but there are only a handful of people who can sustain a wide range of evil detection and consume such great divine power. Others play a first-person cold weapon warfare game, while he plays a real-time strategy game from God's perspective.

Different modes, different natural effects.

After the rebels' hidden cavalry was scattered and routed by the two hundred and fifty Templars, there was no suspense in the war. It's just so laid-skin, it's so shameless, and there's nothing to say about it. Montel knew that the tide was turning, and after suffering this defeat, he was close to collapse. Years of planning failed, and the gap in his heart shattered his reason. He committed suicide with a sword raised before he was captured.

When he fell to the ground, in the last moments of his life, he suddenly remembered his young self. Impulsive, aggressive, blindly obedient, all the problems of young people appear in him, when did he become like that? Maybe it was at the moment when he knew that he was going to enter the Imperial Capital Higher School? Excellent grades made him swell, he felt that the world was under his feet, as long as he reached out to pick it, the world could be played with by him.

He was not convinced, he was not convinced until he died, and even if he realized his mistake, he was still not convinced. He believes that he did not lose to Rennes, not to himself, but to this era.

The slowly closed eyes reminded him of the days when he lived at home, why couldn't those ordinary days make him feel the slightest happiness? On the contrary, the life of the past few years made him feel really alive, and even his breathing became much lighter.

With a long sigh, he spit out the last breath of life in his chest, and he realized at this time that what he had resented all these years was not the aristocracy, but his own humility.

I see, that's right!

The tragic battlefield was swept back and forth twice, leaving not a single living mouth. The battle cost the Black Armor more than 700 people, a number that made Wren's face gloomy and terrifying, and he couldn't see the joy of victory at all. It was a lot more than he had imagined, and even though Thor reassured Wren that the battle damage ratio was staggering enough, Wren still had a scowling face. Every soldier is his precious treasure, and the loss of any one of them is enough to make him feel distressed, let alone lose so much in one breath?

He gritted his teeth and decided that once he returned to Ortlenburg, he would have that bastard Gale develop more reasonable armor and protection, and if he couldn't, he would literally take him to melt gold.

After clearing the battlefield and resting for a while, Wren's anger boiled again.

As reinforcements, Westin not only did not send troops from behind the rebels when necessary, but still closed the gates tightly after the war. Those soldiers who didn't even dare to climb the city wall actually climbed onto the city wall again, looking vigilantly at the battlefield outside the city and the group of soldiers in black armor.

What are they guarding against?

Wren naturally knew very well in his heart that it was him Wren who they were guarding against, and it was his black armor army!

I have come thousands of miles to relieve you, and you are so indifferent, how can Wren be calm. He suppressed his anger and had a letter sent to the city of Westin. He demanded that Westin immediately open the gates of the city to welcome the Black Armor Army into the city to rest, and asked the nobles and merchants in Westin to treat the army for three days.

However, what he didn't expect was that the city lord of Westin actually refused in the face of Wren's request!

The reason is that the city lord is sick and can't receive Wren, so let Wren go back with his army first, and when the city lord recovers, he will definitely invite Wren to Westin to play. Of course, along with this reason, there are also materials worth less than a thousand gold coins, which can be regarded as sending Wren away!

Looking at the many subordinates and the neat queue of the Black Armor Army, a smile gradually appeared on Wren's face, but his eyes were extremely cold.

In the face of the envoy, he did not give any good face, "Tell the fools in the city, take out five thousand war horses, ten thousand gold coins, and five liters of precious stones, and we will naturally leave." If they refuse, we'll pick it up ourselves. He squeezed out a few words that made the messenger change color, "Peace, or war, choose!"

The information brought back by the envoy immediately made the entire city lord's mansion almost overturned, and the merchants and magnates quarreled with each other with red faces, if it weren't for the city lord suppressing them, they might have fought a long time ago.

Five thousand horses, ten thousand gold coins, and five liters of precious stones, this account will not be recognized by the lord of the city, and he gives the choice to the other magnates and merchants in the city. No one wanted to go to war with Wren, so they chose peace, but who paid more and who paid less became the focus of debate. No one could afford such a huge expenditure alone, and it was proposed to share it on a capitation basis, but the small merchants immediately exploded.

For big merchants, they can get hundreds of gold coins, dozens of war horses, and a few gems at most, which will make their flesh hurt for a while, and they will not hurt their muscles and bones. But those small businessmen are different, maybe these efforts are all their belongings. They argued and demanded that the expenditure be distributed according to the degree of wealth and poverty, but the big businessmen did not agree. In fact, the big businessmen proposed to divide the people equally, and they did not think of running out the small businessmen out of business.

With fewer competitors, this part of the loss can naturally be made up from other places, and it is not a loss at all, but a very good deal. The small merchants, who had long since seen through the ideas of the big merchants, united and resolutely opposed them, unwavering, and even shouted the slogan of letting Wren enter the city.

The city lord was also very impatient in the face of the noise, "This can't work, that doesn't work, what should you do?!"

In the face of the city lord's inquiry, everyone closed their mouths in amusement, this matter was actually done by the city lord. Wouldn't it be okay if he promised to let Wren into the city? Three days of sacrificing the army was nothing more than a matter of one or two hundred gold coins, and a thousand gold coins were counted ruthlessly. Thirty or fifty gold coins per household can put things in order, and they do it beautifully. As a result, the city lord was afraid that Wren's entry into the city would affect his dominance, so he actually refused Wren's request.

And Wren's fierce reaction caught everyone off guard, driving away the wolf in front and the tiger ...... coming behind.

Facing the silent crowd, the city lord looked at his chief of staff, who was slightly stunned, and could only walk out hard, he bowed and saluted, drenched in cold sweat. Just when he was at a loss for what to do, and was a little hairy by the city lord's gaze, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration and blurted out, "Didn't you say you were sick? As long as you don't recover for a day, you won't be able to answer him for a day. You've been avoiding it, and you won't knock on Wren if you think about it. After all, you have done nothing wrong, he is doing this against the nobles who have not rebelled in the entire province of Bell, as long as you delay for a while, he will inevitably leave Westin and return to Ortlenburg. ”

It seems that the more he thinks about it, the more he feels reasonable, and the more he speaks, "Now that the situation in Bell Province is so complicated, he won't stay here for long, and he will definitely end up like an arrow." As soon as he leaves, you can compensate him a little more, and won't this matter be over? No matter how much he questions and reprimands you after he returns, you can find any reason to pass it through. ”

"What if he asks us for money and things directly?" asked a businessman with a blank face

The chief of staff snorted proudly, "This is also easy to do, just put everything on the city lord, just say that everything must be decided by the city lord." He is a viscount, and the city lord is also a viscount, he always has to take care of the dignity of the nobles, at most he will sulk, when the time comes, we people can be beaten and scolded, he really dares to kill people?"

Everyone, you look at me, I look at you, how do you think that this idea is a little wrong. But no one spoke, and they all silently did not speak.

The chief of staff smiled and said, "Of course, the city lord has saved everyone from breaking the fortune, and this year's tax revenue will always be half a percent more as compensation, you won't have any objections, right?"

The city lord was also hesitating, but when he heard the chief of staff say this, his eyes suddenly lit up. This half of it is for nothing, so he will not give it to the empire stupidly, and all of it will fall into his pocket. He patted his big belly, looked at everyone with a smile, nodded and said, "I think this is a good idea." (To be continued.) )