Wren and his black-armored soldiers swept through the small villages around Balatan, making the Self-Rescue Society feel a hint of danger within Balatan. There is always a day when the fanaticism of the pen "Fun" www.biquge.info Pavilion will cool down, and when the high-level leaders of the self-help club calm down, everyone begins to feel afraid.

During the frenzy, they thought that self-salvation would be enough to resist the entire empire with a single city, and that the nobles who were high up had no way to take them. But calm down, reason returned to reality, and this sick arrogance finally fell heavily on the ground.

Trying to resist the empire as a whole?

There were more than 2,000 registered nobles in the Orlando Empire, and each of these noble families had more than 6 million soldiers with an army of 3,000 men. Coupled with the Orlando royal family's efforts to suppress the local army and the army stationed on the Full Moon Border, the entire empire's army of more than eight million people, why would they lose to a small Balatan and a sparsely numbered Self-Help Society? Now the nobles are unwilling to take the initiative to kill Balatan, in the final analysis, it is still the interests that make trouble.

Someone wants to watch Balatan tear apart the rule of Orlando royalty for their own benefit. There are also some people who turn a blind eye in order to avoid the loss of their interests in this turmoil. For the aristocracy, for the ruling class, the rebellion of Balatan was like a small pimple on the body of a person. No matter how red or big the acne is, it is not destructive to the human body.

When the ruling class is willing to endure the slightest sting to squeeze through this acne, it is the time when self-help will be destroyed.

The top management of the Self-Rescue Association, who have become new vested interests, have begun to plan to find a way out for themselves. They stand from a new perspective, and they are no longer just mud dogs, but a new group of vested interests. Consolidating their position and the wealth they have acquired is the most important thing they need to do at the moment.

The black-armored soldiers had just finished clearing a stronghold of more than 800 people when a messenger from the Self-Help Society arrived. The reason why Rennes was chosen as the object of the transaction was also a decision made after careful consideration by the senior management of the Self-Rescue Association. This army, which was clearly backed by the gold nobility, was more likely to fulfill their wishes than the other nobles. Wren is the thickest thighs in the entire Balatan region, and the only top nobleman, the top tycoon.

Choosing to trade with such a nobleman, even if you suffer a loss, is nothing.

So the human thing is full of complex and contradictory conflicts, not so long ago these people just rioted for more rest time and salary, fought for the working class, and when they had status and power, they quickly broke away from the soil that raised them, and turned the survival of the working class into a bargaining chip for their own retreat.

The letter brought by the messenger ended up in Wren's hands, and Wren opened the letter and read both sides of the paper line by line, and suddenly fell into deep thought. The courier rubbed his hands anxiously, he wanted to urge Wren to make a decision as soon as possible, but in the face of this great nobleman who was very likely to bring a turnaround to the top of the Self-Help Association, the words in the courier's throat could only be swallowed again.

The letter described in detail the repentance of the leaders of the Self-Rescue Society, who repeatedly affirmed that everything had nothing to do with them, but was the spontaneous act of the workers. They stopped the workers from rioting and vandalizing, but with little success. They repented, were willing to atone for their sins, and gave the Baratan internal defenses to Wren, and at the future trial, they took the initiative to stand up and identify the crimes committed by others. And what they need is a commitment.

They will not be held jointly and severally liable for any insurrection they may have been held accountable for the riots, and they will be pardoned for past crimes and their legitimate interests will not be violated.

It's a simple request, isn't it, at most a matter of a nobleman like Wren.

But Wren didn't make a decision right away, he was still thinking.

Every thing, every action, every goal, behind these things, is driven by interests. People live in a web of collusion of interests, unable to struggle. Even the most ordinary daily behavior is driven by interests. Why eat? Because the body needs it, which is the outward manifestation of the body's pursuit of profit. Why do we need to do excretion? Because the internal organs need to be detoxified, which is the manifestation of the benefits generated by the internal organs for their own healthy functioning.

So why did Wren agree to these people's demands, and what interests drove him?

Money?

It's something he's lacking at the moment, but he doesn't really care about it. Catching a traverser will bring him a lot of profit in the near future, and as the snow melts in the Weimar Corridor after the beginning of spring, the drastic increase in trade will also bring him a lot of commercial taxes, so he is not short of money.

Status?

If he could single-handedly suppress the entire Balatan uprising, it would indeed bring a lot of positive comments to Wren, but he was already a golden nobleman, and no matter what his current title was, he was the top few of the Empire's ruling class. Even if he did, people would only say that he did a good job and would not bring him any actual benefit.

So what else?

Wren's eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of his mouth were raised--population!

He put the letter down and looked at the messenger, who did not dare to meet his gaze, and bowed very lowly. To be arranged to meet Wren, the Courier is naturally also a smart man, and he knows what kind of gesture to show when and when.

"In principle, I agreed to your request. The messenger was overjoyed, raised his head suddenly, the corners of his mouth were about to hang on his ears, and in his expectant gaze, Wren said slowly: "But I also have a request. ”

The messenger was stunned for a moment, and suddenly retracted his exaggerated smile, his brain was running at a high speed, and he bowed cautiously, "Please speak up, Your Excellency." ”

Wren said: "I know that there are many skilled workers in Balatan, and I don't want those thorns, I want those who are honest and can endure being oppressed and exploited. I believe that no one knows better than you who will save yourself, and who will be the ones who will keep to themselves. ”

The messenger pondered for a moment, and then said, word for word, "And how many workers do you need?"

Wren stretched out his hands, "All that meets my conditions." ”

"Then how ...... they treated?"

"Slave!"

The messenger, who was once a worker, immediately refused, "This is impossible, Your Excellency, the workers will not become slaves to anyone!"

"Why?", Wren was not in a hurry at all, and crossed his legs.

"Your revolt has shaken the rule, and according to the laws of the Empire, you, and those behind you, should be hanged and died for months. You should figure out what's going on, Mr. Messenger. I'm not asking for your consent, it's a precondition. If you can say yes, then the trade will continue, and I will guarantee the survival of you scum who stole the fruits of the victory of the riot. If you don't agree, I don't have anything to lose personally. Wren leaned forward slightly, and his momentum instantly soared, full of oppression and aggression. His eyes were sharp and his tone was aggressive, "Promise, live." Refuse, die!"

The temperature at the end of March has risen a lot, and eighteen or nine degrees is enough to make people feel the arrival of spring. The messenger wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, his eyes were terrified, his mouth moved, and finally he did not have the courage to refuse.

"I need to share your opinion with the presidents of the Self-Rescue Society. The messenger wanted to get out of here, but Wren's tough stance made him a little confused.

Wren leaned back into his chair and tapped his finger on the armrest, "Yes, I'll give you three days." ”

The messenger bowed and immediately withdrew, Wren smiled, wrote a letter with great difficulty, poured wax on it, and stamped his family coat of arms, and handed it to Blair, "Take my handwritten letter and give it to the Earl of Bowen, that he must muster an army of five thousand men within five days, and tell him that it is not time to wait." ”

Bowen had long wanted to follow Wren to Baratan, and unlike the nobles in Tulum, the nobles in Bell Province had no direct interest here, and no matter what the final outcome of the battle was, there would be no more losses for them than the soldiers who were damaged in battle. The soldier is nothing more than a consumable item piled up by civilians and untouchables with a little money. For the wealthy nobles, the city, the land, or even more, everything was not a problem.

Wren approached Bowen for this reason. The other nobles had been operating in their own territories for decades or more, and the population base was much higher than that of Ortlenburg, and it was obviously in Wren's own interest to fill the hole with other people's soldiers rather than deplete the limited living force in their own hands.

As for whether Bowen would come, he was not worried at all, this Count Bowen was only two generations away from the demise of the family, and those of his allies were even one generation away. They will never give up on acts of war that can be obtained from the battlefield to prolong the life of the family. Don't think that this kind of riot can happen from time to time, from the founding of the Orlando Empire to today, the entire empire has really experienced only two civil wars, more than 300 years of rule, two opportunities, for these nobles who have tasted the sweetness of being rulers, it is too little.

Every opportunity should not be missed.

After all, no one wants their descendants to lose their aristocratic aura and become pariahs they don't even have to look at it more.

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I've been thinking about whether to break down some contradictions and interests, and I've left room to think, but some readers don't like to think about it. For example, this Balatan riot, why didn't other nobles come to suppress it, because they were waiting, why were they waiting, because the suppression at the beginning of the turmoil failed. The nobles still don't know if it's the best time to make a move, and as mentioned above, the contradictions and conflicts between the nobles are also continuous, which creates a state of mutual containment. If absolute success cannot be guaranteed, the big nobles are unwilling to move, and the small nobles dare not move, which also creates the current stalemate.

Why did Wren dare to move, because it is clear from the previous article and this chapter that the new vested interests need to ensure their own interests and betray others for this. Internal and external collusion has always been the best means to break the defense, and there is no one. Others don't know what is going on inside Balatan at this time, but Wren can know. Coupled with the deliberate betrayal of the Belt and Road Party, attacking a weak point with superior forces, it was easy to break through Balatan's hold.

Moreover, the insurgents were not confronted by a serious armed force, but by a group of workers who had equipped themselves. They don't have good training and foundation, they lack goal and confidence, they can't last in the face of pressure, and once there is an irrepressible collapse, it will lead to a domino phenomenon and a total collapse.

Above, this is described in the text, but it requires a certain amount of inference and thinking. I'm not sure if I should keep it in the style I have now, or write everything so plain that you don't have to use your brain to push it all the way.