Being rear-ended, busy with the holidays, 2 more today, what should I do if I have complaints? Next week, the author Jun took the initiative to eat for a week, and he did not accept more teasing for the time being. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

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If Wren were not a traverser, if Wren were only a native native, he might have feared the uncontrolled power of religious expansion, and refused to have any connection or exchange of interests with the church. But he's not an indigenous, he's a time-traveler, he's a bare-bones commander, and he doesn't have enough help around him to help him get more political chips. In this case, if you want to turn over and become bigger, the necessary collusion of interests is an inevitable choice.

If you stab me and I stab you, and each other can go up a level, then even if you are stabbed a few more times, Wren will say that it doesn't matter.

Moreover, in his view, the ruling class of this world has no good means to deal with religion, belief, and so on, and uses the lowest and most meaningless way - strict defense. This approach may prevent the infiltration of faith in a certain area, but it is undoubtedly stupid and ridiculous.

You can have a person wear your prescribed attire, speak your prescribed dialect, and do what you prescribe good. This is because all of this is external, can be observed, supervised. But you can't control a person's mind, you can't control a person's soul, and what is inside can't be looked at by the outside gaze, so how can you defend it?

Aside from creating more antagonistic emotions, it is of little use.

Dissatisfaction builds up with an increasingly numb outward appearance, eventually forming a volcano that is ignited by something at some point, and then destroys itself and its enemies with a bang.

In his view, faith is a thing that needs to be guided, and through guidance, it is also possible to turn the religion, which has always been feared by many emperors, into obedient sheep, and even become a sword in the hands of those in power, to wage a sacred war for political power and ugly politics.

Every thing, every act, has a purpose, and it can also be said to have become some kind of benefit. As long as it is a benefit, it can be used for trading, and it can also be compromised with each other because of the same interests.

In Wren's view, as long as the guidance is good, religion will not only not become a competitor or obstacle to the regime, but will more likely become the most powerful executor of the regime and deepen the ruling power of the regime. Throughout history, the term foolish people has often appeared in some time periods, and the so-called foolish people do not simply mean that the ruled class is uneducated, that is, only the lowest level of foolish people. The true fool is to mentally turn the ruled class into mere creatures.

They will be happy about something, sad about something, angry about something. In their spiritual world, "one" is all!

Why is it so frighteningly cohesive and dominant? Because in this way of governance, the interests of all people are linked, and the one who carries the thread is the one in power.

The Cult of the Illuminati has millions or more followers, which is an extremely large force that can be Wren's greatest help.

He's going to drag the Cult of Light into the water, and now is the right time. The two sides have limited contact with each other, starting from the most basic exchange of interests to cooperation and mutual benefit. The church can get some of the things they want through Rennes, and Rennes can also gain more power and voice through the church's feedback. If an unforeseen situation arises in the process, Wren can also cut off cooperation between them anytime and anywhere, and playing scoundrels is also one of the conventional methods of politics, and it is widely quoted in various occasions.

Wren returned to his study and was silent for a long time, then wrote a dense text on a piece of paper the size of a palm. If you just read between the lines of these words, you can only get some bullshit phrases. But after a simple decoding, it becomes very important information. He rolled up the letter, put it into a finger-thick iron pipe, sealed the clay at the opening, picked up the bell by the table, and shook it.

"My lord, what do you command?", Phonkos pushed open the door and stood outside, it was late at night, but he had not rested. As long as Wren does not rest, he must stay awake and serve Wren at all times.

Wren shook the small gray iron pipe in his hand, "Use the No. 1 letter bird to send it out immediately." He paused slightly, "Inform Marven now, tell him to get the knights ready tomorrow morning, and immediately start after breakfast, and go outside Milin City to suppress the rebellion." This time, I will go too. ”

Phonkos held the small iron pipe in his hand, a pimple rose between his eyebrows, and his two eyebrows trembled and twisted, "My lord, is it too risky? I heard that the number of rebels attacking Milin City is increasing, and the rebels have hired a few mercenaries to fight for them, and the frontal conflict is too dangerous. ”

Wren waved his hand and asked with a smile: "Danger? Danger is not one of the factors that stop me from moving forward, since the day I came to Ortlenburg alone, danger has always been with me, and I have long had experience in dealing with danger, and this time is no exception." ”

"Even if you say so!", vonkos repeatedly advised, "I think you should still pay attention to your own safety, your safety affects the future of the entire province of Oltlenburg and Bell. If you have to go in person, I recommend that you bring not only Blair, but also Ms. Jasmine. ”

"I'll think about it!"

At the same time, in the camp of the rebels, Sarcomo shook off the letter paper under the gaze of many eyes, and a smile gradually appeared on his face, and even his beard trembled. After reading all the contents, he raised the letter in his hand and said with confidence: "Good news, another like-minded nobleman has responded to our battle, and he will send two thousand infantry and five hundred knights to participate in this battle. ”

The people in the camp all smiled, if you count the mercenaries, the number of troops attacking Milin City this time has exceeded 50,000, and there is no city wall under the rolling torrent that can withstand even a wave of attack. As long as you attack Milin City and then solve Rennes, it can be said that the victory is in hand, and the general trend is decided. From the initial apprehension to the calm discussion of the upcoming distribution of profits, these rebellious nobles completed the transformation from one extreme to the other in a short period of time.

The word rebellion is no longer dangerous, but sweet like freshly baked milk bread, with an enticing taste.

Perhaps before this, neither Wren nor the aristocratic group of the Imperial Capital would have imagined that all they did was throw a snowball from the top of the snowy mountain, and in the process of rolling down, a huge snowball would be formed that even they were unable to resist.

"How many days are we left from Millin City?", someone happily asked, "I want to go back home and spend the holiday with my family before the July Festival." ”

It was the middle of June, less than twenty days before the July Festival, and the group even began to plan their itinerary for the aftermath of the victory. They are full of confidence in the future, and even if they can't stop and kill Rennes, they won't do much damage to the general trend. Once the city of Milin falls, the turmoil in the southeast will inevitably be predictable, and the grass will quickly change their position. At that time, the superior force of 100,000 troops was enough to besiege Ortrenburg, and it was easy for the young golden nobleman to surrender voluntarily.

The hope of a bright future continued to infect everyone in the tent, and some people stood up, held wine glasses high, and sang loudly, "For the glory of the family!"

Outside the tent, the barracks as far as the eye could see were filled with a shocking sense of oppression.

A few days were spent in intense anticipation and prayer, as a new round of the sun appeared on the eastern horizon, and a huge city was illuminated with the gradually brighter sky.

Sarcomo changed into chain mail, wore a knight's helmet, and appeared outside the city of Mirem on a horse in armor, and he was now more like a knight than a merchant. Around him, surrounded by a group of nobles, their eyes were full of red fruit desire and brutal expectation, all the goals for which they had risked their lives were in front of him, and the city was like an unguarded beauty, already paralyzed on the bed and shivering, waiting for their fate.

Almost 7,000 mercenary formations from the northwest were at the forefront, and these paid people knew very well what kind of war they were facing. Many of them were Desi and had lived in Orlando. But their desire for money trumped the glory and persistence of being part of the empire, and they could do anything for it, including rebellion. It was followed by 20,000 soldiers from various families, and clusters of 5,000 horsemen on each side.

The moment the first horn sounded, the wind and clouds surged, and a fierce wind blew on the plain, whistling and blowing waves of half-man-high weeds.

"Attack! Attack!"

The huge siege machine slowly pushed towards the city wall, and when it was less than a mile away from the city wall, it suddenly split into three strands and slowly drove towards three different places. The phalanx following the siege equipment also quickly diverged without the slightest hesitation. From the very beginning, the rebels did not think about a tentative offensive. They wanted to lower the imperial flag on the tower of the city lord's mansion in Mirin City in the shortest possible time with the fastest speed and the most superior forces.

This is destined to be a one-sided battle, and the end is already doomed before the two sides are fully contacted. (To be continued.) )