The reason for not doing it before is that it is possible to reap more profits if it continues to wait, and there are more far-reaching possibilities. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

If you do it now, it is because if you wait any longer, your interests will be damaged and you will take more risks.

If it is not necessary, the nobles will not be willing to use force casually, and behind every war, there is money like flowing water. Some of the smaller nobles often go bankrupt after a war. Without the temptation of absolute interests, war will always be a matter of paper. Moreover, there was no contradiction between Leos and Ortlenburg, who even promised Leos a share of the profits in the monopoly, and there was absolutely no need for war between the two, especially since the Bolton family was clearly weakened.

Without these shield guards and knights, the fighting strength of Xiliu City is less than 3,000 people, and the gathering of the forces of the four major families can form an absolute advantage, and it is not difficult to take Xiliu City. Instead of fighting this group of untouchables who are not afraid of death and consuming a lot of living power, it is better to swallow Xiliu City.

Montreal grabbed the tip of his sword and looked back at the adjutant beside him, whose mouth was covered and he was lying twitching in the arms of the knight behind him. Vast expanses of blood stained his clothes red, dripping to the ground, soaking a piece of the ground. Several of the knights who guarded him fell to the ground, Montreal punched his cousin in the face, a flower of blood bloomed, he turned the horse's head, his heel was forced, and the inch-long spurs pierced the two ribs of the war horse without hindrance, and the war horse raised its front hooves in pain and neighed, and ran wildly.

Uncle Cousin clutched the collapsed bridge of his nose, blood spilling out of his fingers bit by bit, and his resentful eyes were full of hatred that could not be dissolved. He bent down, picked up the crossbow hanging from the saddle, blinked his eyes, squeezed out tears, aimed at Montreal, which was moving away, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

With a bang, Montreal's whole body, which still had a short sword stuck in his back, leaned back obviously, and the crossbow arrow shot straight into his right chest. Losing blood and suffering serious injuries, Montreal could no longer stabilize his body, staggered on the back of the crazy horse and began to fall, and fell from the horse in a blink of an eye. Uncle Cousin shook the reins, and the horse trotted close to Montreal with graceful and brisk steps.

Sitting on the horse, looking down at Montreal, where there was less air in and more air on the ground, my cousin took out a snow-white handkerchief from his pocket, wiped the blood on his face, and pressed it tightly on his nostrils. The bridge of his nose crooked to the side stabbed his heart for a while, and his cousin's eyes turned red. He grabbed the handle of the crossbow, lifted his foot to step on the plucked string, and kicked hard. The bolts in the receiver are pushed by the trap and snap into the slot.

Montreal's eyes had begun to glaze out, and he struggled to get up as hard as he could, trying several times before he fell heavily to the ground. Faced with the blur in front of him, he smiled miserably, blood gushing down his open mouth. He pointed to the vague shadow in front of him, and he knew who this person was.

Uncle Cousin had a cold face, raised his crossbow contemptuously, and pulled the trigger.

With a thud, the bolt pierced Montreal's throat, pinning him tightly to the ground. Montreal subconsciously grabbed the crossbow bolt stuck in his neck with both hands, and in the process of struggling, the short sword was squeezed to the side, and his entire chest was sliced open, exuding a thick fishy smell.

After two convulsions, it is a great irony that this young general, known as the "flash of Xiliu City", died at the hands of the Allied army.

A long horn sounded from the rear, one after another, and the situation on the battlefield changed dramatically in an instant. The allies around the shield guards turned their spears and stabbed their weapons into their bodies. In this undefended situation, nearly a thousand shield guards and more than four hundred knights were crushed in an instant. The eyes of the people at the top of the walls of Ortlenburg widened in disbelief at the reality of this sudden change in painting style.

Are they infighting?

Marven looked at Wren thoughtfully, and Wren finally breathed a sigh of relief at this time, showing a slightly ugly smile.

The soldiers of the city regrouped and retreated into the distance, while two knights approached the city gates in the distance. One of them was holding the family flag, red on a white background, with blue roses wrapped around a knight's sword, which was the banner of the Leos family. On the other sat a very well-dressed man, unarmoured, who was holding his mouth and nose with a red handkerchief, and his face was not very good-looking.

Wren patted Blair, who raised his arm and wiped the blood on his face casually, and rode out slowly from the city gate with Wren.

"Dear Baron Rennes, on behalf of the Leos family, I extend my sincerest greetings to you. The cousin sat on horseback and bowed, and his words were so angry that he was affected by the handkerchief.

Wren glanced at his crooked nose and bowed slightly, "I accept your greeting." After a pause, he added, "Why did you act so late? That's not what Count Bowen and I planned!"

Uncle Cousin didn't feel ashamed or frightened by Wren's questioning, he tried his best to make himself look less embarrassed, "Please understand, you know, the changes on the battlefield are changing rapidly, and I must consider and choose for the sake of the family's soldiers. No matter how it goes, the ending isn't any different, is it?", he raised his head, glanced at the Ortlenburg people poking their heads out of the city walls, and said with a sneer, "It's just a bunch of untouchables!"

Wren burst out laughing, and he seemed to agree with his cousin's words, "Yes, it's just a bunch of pariahs." It was just that in the depths of his eyes, a sharp cold light flashed away.

"Baron Wren, when do you plan to send troops to join in the plan to attack Xiliu City?" Uncle Cousin was relieved when he said this, although his nose was crooked, but he believed that Bowen would not only not be harsh on him for this, but would give him a great reward. The original plan was to launch a defection in advance to ensure the combat effectiveness of the Rennes side as much as possible, and then gather the forces of the five families to crush the defense forces of Xiliu City and divide the cake.

He delayed the launch, causing Ortlenburg to suffer more battle damage, which meant that Wren could not send more soldiers. And Rennes, as he considered, gave up the opportunity to play this time. You know, the aristocracy is not a model of grace and morality, and if you want to eat more, you must work harder. If you don't want to contribute and want to eat your stomach, it's impossible to do it when you're in the aristocratic circle.

Wren shook his head slightly, "I'm sorry, I need more time to rest, so I'll give up this battle in Westflow City." Please tell Count Bowen that I will give up all the dividends of Weststream City. ”

Uncle Cousin is a qualified nobleman, and he made the most suitable choice at the most appropriate time, whether he wanted to really capture Ortlenburg, or in the end, Ortlenburg and the Boer family would be defeated, resulting in Rennes losing the opportunity to divide the dividends of the war, he had it all right. There is no eagerness, and it will not seem too indifferent, and with shamelessness, he will play with power to the peak in just a few hours.

"That's a pity!", Uncle Cousin appropriately expressed regret, this is the modesty and demeanor that a nobleman should have, "the location of the city of Xiliu is very important, and it has a unique advantage in transportation, and I hope that in the near future, Leos can become the closest partner with Ortlenburg and develop together." This is also the wish of the patriarch. ”

Wren nodded, not wanting to ramble with the slut any longer, and as soon as he pulled the reins, the horse's head tilted to one side, and the forward-only animal slowly turned with broken steps under the pull of the reins.

Uncle Cousin is still respectful on the surface, but the superiority and pride in his bones can't be hidden. He knew that he had a feud with Wren, but who cared? The reason for his feud with Wren was not for his own selfish interests, but for the sake of the entire Leos family, even if Wren was dissatisfied, Bowen would not give him an ugly look, but would reuse him. Internal friction in aristocratic families is also very cruel, and useful people are elevated to high positions and enjoy glory and wealth. A useless person is no different from a slave in the family, and even worse than some slave who has won the heart of the master!

This slut, I'm going to kill him sooner or later.

Wren told Blair that the hour-long battle cost Ortlenburg nearly 3,000 men. Perhaps in the eyes of others, it was a great thing for 3,000 untouchables to withstand the attack of the coalition forces, but Wren didn't think so. The fight for hegemony is always about the population, just like the Three Kingdoms, and in the end, the Three Kingdoms are unified, not because the strength of the individual is not as good as that of Wei, but because the population is gone, and it really can't hold on.

Truth is truth everywhere, and if you want to develop, grow, and have more voice, you must have more people. Why did the Golden Lion become the emperor of the empire? It was because they were strong enough because they were strong enough.

The coalition forces in the distance eventually dispersed, leaving corpses everywhere, and the people of Ortrenburg, who had won the war, did not cheer, the battle gave them too much shock, and too much sadness. Three thousand families have lost their sons, husbands, and fathers, leaving the living with only untold sorrow. Wren saw Ortlenburg as his own territory, and its inhabitants as his own people, and he had an obligation to appease all the consequences of the war.

In the gloom and gloom, there is also a glimmer of light.

With their fearless lives and indomitable souls, the people of Ortlenburg not only won the war, but also won a bright future for the city and their families.

As soon as the news of Wren's victory over the Bol family spread, his business situation was instantly improved, and it took only three days for merchants from all over the province of Bell to gather here. Since the momentum of Ortlenburg's development in the province of Bell can no longer be suppressed, it is not too late to place a bet at this time, although it is a little late. There is always a chance to do it.

At the same time, another thing that has attracted the attention of the entire province of Bell is that the four major families will fight against Xiliu City, preparing to swallow the city that has not changed its ruler for nearly five hundred years and drive out her original master.

To this end, the four major families mobilized an army of 10,000 people to completely blockade Xiliu City.