In the end, the war must be dominated by the official army. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The number of troops that had gathered from all over the province of Bell and from other provinces to fight was finally at a staggering 60,000 men, a number that would have more than doubled if it were not for the fact that the nobles still had to maintain their rule and security, and that places were too far away to arrive in time.

It is not money that tempts them.

The nobles were all rich, whether they were the lords of a city or the lords of a land, they were all very rich. The price offered by Wren may be an astronomical amount for the commoners, but for these nobles, it is nothing more than a year's normal expenses, and it is not even enough. What they really value is military merit, and military merit can be established or knighted. None of the nobles felt that their titles were high enough, and the system of subtractive succession was like a noose around their necks, slowly tightening.

The Orlando family's system could not be changed, which also filled these nobles with resentment. In the end, they could not escape the fate of becoming commoners, so the merits of war were particularly precious in peacetime. Unless one day they can perform an immortal feat like the Grand Duke of Joan of Arc, they will be able to ignore the sense of oppression brought about by the subtractive inheritance.

The dense army surrounded Ortlenburg into an island, and these armies began to move slowly with the appearance of the black barbarians. Wren also wanted to get the teams to follow an order, a unified command, but apparently he was still too optimistic. The ultimate goal of each team from another province is to gain more merit, not to preserve Ortlenburg's strength. Therefore, for them, the importance of more intense local battles far exceeds the overall strategy of the war.

These disobedient troops Wren eventually gave up the idea of controlling them, and not everyone had to give Wren face, especially when Wren didn't beat them.

The first team from the other provinces launched an attack on the dense black barbarians in a time that Wren did not expect. Maybe in the eyes of these people, there is no difference between the black barbarians here and the black barbarians in the slave market, at most, the black barbarians here are wearing armor and holding weapons in their hands, that's all. This team did not have the slightest fear to crash into the flank of the black barbarians, and their only seven hundred cavalry also arranged a chiseled formation, and the commander probably wanted to divide the main force of the black barbarians into several pieces and choose one of them to gnaw on.

But he, like these black brutes, overlooked one thing, and that was the unfamiliar way of fighting with each other.

In the jungle, hand-to-hand combat is never the most commendable act. Because some beasts are far from being able to compete with human bodies, the black barbarians prefer to keep a certain distance and shoot their prey from afar. Hand-to-hand combat is only the way they have to choose when they are finally forced to do so, not the only way.

When the seven hundred cavalry rushed to the main force of the black barbarians, a rain of arrows that covered the sky instantly tore apart the sunlight, and the black pressure was like a fast-moving cloud covering the heads of the cavalry.

In less than twenty seconds, the 700 cavalry were shot into hedgehogs by more than 6,000 four-edged arrows, and there was an additional layer of dense "arrow grass" on the ground. Some of the onlookers immediately gasped pale, and the infantry, which had less than two thousand men left in the brave ranks, fled quickly in the direction of Ortrenburg.

It was a completely crushing battle, and everyone brought themselves into that rain of arrows, and no one dared to say that they would not die except for the heavily armed warriors with tower shields. There was an arrow stuck in almost every inch of the ground, dense enough to be unguarded.

The crushing hit the morale of the coalition forces, and also boosted the morale of the black barbarians, and they all began to feel that the Desi were nothing remarkable, and they had so many clansmen that they could swallow the entire Orlando Empire by themselves, and they didn't need Byron to intervene. This kind of blind self-confidence directly detonated the inexplicable impulse of the black barbarians, and they began to participate in the war more actively. The expressions on the faces of those tribal chiefs who were a little less bold also became unpredictable, and finally showed a hideous look.

The big chiefs led by Tutu shouted local words one after another, and the dense black barbarians all took action.

Wren, who got the news, had no better way than to scold these people for not succeeding enough and failing to do anything.

The only thing to be thankful for is that Ortlenburg also has a big killing weapon, and Wren deliberately allocated two ballistas to Thor, hoping to make a contribution in the battle.

On the second day of the first contact between the two sides, the Black Man had already appeared in the farthest distance outside Ortrenburg, barely visible. Compared to the regular army of the Empire, this group of black barbarians, who were accustomed to running, completely defeated the Imperial Army in the speed of marching, and completed the distance that the Imperial Army would take two days to complete in one day.

In the City Lord's Mansion, Wren is discussing with Thor how to defeat the menacing black barbarians.

"It's not hard to win. As soon as Saul came up, he set the tone for the outcome of this war, "It is a huge problem for a population of more than 100,000 or 200,000 people to eat, drink and lazar, and the beast-like race of the black barbarians is far from having a mature and reliable war system in our civilized society, and the most important thing is the material problem." In the jungle, with their means, they can get abundant supplies. But after they left their familiar environment, the first thing they had to solve was the problem of eating. ”

"The plains are not jungles, there are no large animals, there are not so many fruit trees that can bear fruit, and they only carry enough food with them for a few days. At this time, the temperature is the highest time of the year, and the food that has not been concocted is easy to spoil, so they must send a considerable part of the manpower as a logistics force to obtain food from the mountains and forests. It may not be obvious now, but as time goes on and the battle line grows longer, it will become more and more difficult for them to resupply. ”

"We don't want to go toe-to-toe with them, as long as it drags on for a while, they're going to collapse on their own. At that time, take the opportunity to surround and kill the past, and it will be easy to destroy these black barbarians. ”

Wren nodded, and Thor's words made sense. War is not only a contest of soldiers' combat effectiveness, but also a contest of logistical support and transportation capabilities. Once they can't get food, these black barbarians will turn into soft-footed shrimp, and when the time comes, they will naturally be defeated without a fight. The biggest mistake of the black barbarians was that they chose the wrong battlefield, if the location of this war was in the jungle, and the number and scale of both sides were reversed, Wren would not be sure of victory.

After all, it was the home field of the black barbarians, and they were born to occupy the first hand in the right time and place. But they were so arrogant that they actually left the jungle where they depended on and chose to fight the Imperial Army on the plains, and even more jokingly wanted to attack the city, which doomed them to failure!

"I think I've understood, I'll leave the war to you, I don't know much about these things, please. ”

Thor owed, "It's my pleasure, my lord!"

Wren quickly shifted his attention away, believing that Sol's command was enough to defeat the seemingly outnumbered group of barbarians. It's not blind trust, but the things Saul said make a lot of sense. To explain with a figurative example, the black barbarians are the sharks in the sea, they are omnipotent when they are in the sea, they are the most ferocious predators, standing at the top of the pyramid. But once they leave the seawater, after a few days of exposure, I am afraid that there is only air out and no air intake.

He is still concerned about the affairs of Veneer.

Tiberium spar is not only a high-priced economic ore, but also an important strategic material, which can bring not only money, but also higher social status. This scarce resource itself represents an attitude, a power, so Wren is determined to get more shares.

He also knew very well that Empress Pars had made a very simple matter so complicated, nothing more than wanting to use her strength to make enemies for him Rennes. When they kicked Wren from the imperial capital to Ortlenburg last year, they probably never imagined that there would be a day like this, turning a little guy who was trapped at home and abroad, who was lonely and not yet an adult, into the uncrowned king of Bell Province.

These people will definitely not sit idly by, this is just a regular small action of theirs, and there will definitely be more followers waiting for him.

At the same time, he is still picking up the gaps, and the only problem in the whole thing is the identity of Borson. He is not a nobleman, just a staff member of Wren, and he has nothing to do with the nobles. And most of the opponents he is about to face are nobles, and they are the kind of nobles who are thriving in the imperial capital. These aristocrats are more able to play with the law than the local rural aristocrats, and Borson's non-aristocratic status will become his most important and troublesome point.

But Wren didn't know that Bolton already had his own ideas at this time.

Since Borson, a cultured man with culture, ideals, and pursuits, was moved by Wren's shamelessness, he also awakened to one of the necessary conditions for becoming a politician - thick and black.

As Wren had worried, Borson himself was shaken by who he was now. He knew very well that once he faced the steady stream of nobles from the imperial capital, his identity was the most lethal point of attack. As long as someone is determined to deal with him, he will definitely not even have a chance to resist. After all, he is not a nobleman, and this city lord is not so justifiable, so he must quickly solve this fateful big problem.

And the way he chose is also refreshing. (To be continued.) )