〇 The golden wreath of thorns on the black flag is mysterious and noble, the flag hunts and hunts, and the team of 2,000 people stands solemnly like a forest, they wear black armor, hold black spears, and hang black swords around their waists, black pressing, like a heavy hammer hitting people's hearts. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 On the city wall, the people of Ortrenburg who came to see them off held their breath and looked at the phalanx under the city, their eyes faintly filled with fanatical emotions. Such a mighty and majestic army is eager to join the army alone, and with them, for the city lord Rennes, for the Ortronburg battle.

Wren rode a well-made war horse, and the war horse seemed to be afraid of this suffocating army, moving its hooves uneasily, swaying left and right and not daring to stay in front of the formation.

For such an army, Wren was satisfied. Cults of personality and myths are indeed detrimental to development, and it is easy for leaders to become blindly arrogant and excessively conceited. But there is a premise for this problem, that is, this leader is actually not a suitable leader, this sentence is a bit of a mouthful, and the popular explanation is that a pig is mythical and worshipped, and it will definitely bring a group of people to bad and turn this group of people into pigs. But if a wise and martial person is mythologized and worshipped, he will only turn a group of people into a pack of wolves.

Wren doesn't dare to guarantee that he will always be able to walk firmly on the right path possible, nor does he dare to guarantee that he will not be swayed and confused for some reason in the future, but at this moment, everything he has done is right, then it is enough.

Pulling out the long sword at his waist, the phalanx without a sound instantly swords were like a forest, there was no shout, no roar, and no exciting mobilization. It's simple and direct, but it gives people the deepest shock.

Iger wiped the sweat from his forehead, and the fifteen priests stood together with pale faces, their eyes intertwined with only deep fear. Fear of the monster-like army, and fear of the man on the horse.

He is like a demon who has bewitched the good people here and made them accomplices of the devil.

The movement of Ortlenburg's army soon attracted strong attention from the whole province of Bell, and even Joberg, who had been drunk and asleep all day, perked up a little and kept asking for news of Rennes. He is now afraid of Rennes, and there was originally a prince to rely on, but now the prince himself is difficult to protect, let alone how much help he can provide. As for others, such as Leos and the Bolton family, both sent messengers, especially Bowen, and it seems that he also intended to send troops to cooperate with Wren in suppressing the Balatan uprising.

As we all know, war brings pain, but it also brings opportunities. The aristocracy that rose from the two civil wars was not one or two, and almost 60 percent of the ruling class in the country now exists. No one thinks their family is too long-lived, especially some of the old aristocrats who have been in business for a hundred years or more. Their power, population, and wealth all need to be maintained with the status of the nobility, and once they lose this identity, I am afraid that they will be torn apart by those inconspicuous villains in an instant.

Besides, a powerful nobleman can't be topped up with a title, look at the leaders of the imperial aristocratic group, as well as those princes, maybe the gardeners in their family are all small nobles, with the title of a nobleman.

Wren is now understaffed, once there are more people under his command, he must also come up with something substantial to motivate and spur, money and glory alone cannot satisfy people's appetites.

The march was made down the river and almost effortlessly reached the border of the province of Tulum.

Unlike when twenty merchant ships entered Tulum along the tributaries of the Thudon, the otherwise relaxed air immediately became dull and dangerous. There were few boats to be seen along the way, and occasionally some starvation could be seen from the riverside, and the workers' riots, after a month of fermentation, finally revealed the after-effects of the unrest. A large amount of food was divided up by the rioting workers, who devoured everything they could. They plundered wealth, robbed it, and burned what represented the ruling class.

Only chaos without construction, indulgence with infinite disasters, and unrestrained impulses are completely released, and this group of rioting workers is changing from "justice for themselves" to "mere satisfaction of desires". Some of the forces that secretly supported Balatan also began to hesitate. What they need is a sharp blade that can tear a hole in the face of imperial rule, not a thug who only knows how to destroy, who only knows how to eat, drink and have fun.

As the situation in Balatan deteriorated, the rebellious workers began to look at the surrounding villages. They made several sorties, raided more than a dozen villages, plundered some menagre food, and dragged more men to spread the battle line completely.

This group of mud dogs will always be mud that can't be put on the table, if they maintain the normal operation of the city of Balatan in moderation, and supplemented by construction, spring sowing on time, maybe they can hold on for a while. Those forces who are optimistic about them will also secretly send supplies over and become fresh blood to support their operations.

Unfortunately, it was a little late.

"It stands to reason that the riots in Balatan shouldn't have gone bad so quickly. Standing on the bow of the ship, Wren felt that at the beginning of the month, the group of workers also fiercely repelled several attacks, making the whole situation in Tulum delicate. The nobles also revolted in order to prevent their territory from being influenced by Balatan, and they left their troops at their doorstep and watched as Balatan's rebellion grew.

By the middle of the month, the workers had already occupied the entire territory of Balatan, otherwise giants like the Imperial Marshal would not have noticed what was happening here, let alone drawn elite legions.

Borson stood not far from Wren's side, he took the initiative to participate in this march, and if he wanted to gain Wren's attention and trust, he first had to prove his ability. He also looked solemnly at the dead corpses on the bank of the river, showing a very ugly expression, "Lord of the city, the original purpose of the workers was just to gain more respect and benefits, and the ruling class pressed on them like a big mountain, and they could only overturn this big mountain. ”

Wren glanced sideways at Bolson and bowed slightly, "Go on!"

Boltson's spirits lifted, and his brain spun at high speed, "When they overturned this mountain, some of them unknowingly became new mountain ranges, and once again pressed on them. Throughout history, such things have been common, and the balance of the newly privileged class has begun to tilt imperceptibly after the benefits of privilege have been enjoyed. For their own interests, for their own personal desires, they began to manipulate the will of the workers' group. ”

"The division of grain and the snatching of wealth are only a façade, but in fact, seeing through the appearance, this is a redistribution of vested interests. The benefits are concentrated in the hands of some, while many more get nothing. For the sake of psychological balance, they began to destroy, began to plunder. And the new privileged classes, in order to secure their position and interests, indulged in such behavior. ”

"Lust is a wild horse that has escaped the leash, and in the case of deliberate indulgence, has run in unpredictable directions. Even if the new privileged class wakes up at this time, there is nothing they can do in the face of the monsters they have unleashed. ”

"Without external repression, it is highly likely that they will quickly split and then reunite again until a solid, multi-tiered class regime emerges. ”

Wren kept nodding, and Boltson's analysis made a lot of sense, "So a mud dog leg is a mud dog leg, and it will never be able to ascend to the hall of elegance." He looked at the rising plume of smoke in the distance and commanded, "Prepare to dock at the next pier and get everyone ready." He glanced at Bolson, "You follow me." ”

Borson was extremely excited in his heart, but he still maintained a calm look on his face, as if he did not show too much joy at Wren's appreciation, and tried his best to make himself act like a steady person.

The ship slowly approached, and everywhere the eye could see, the warehouse door on the dock was open, and there was nothing inside. Other warehouses were burned down, leaving only one ground of coke.

The team of 2,000 people was quickly assembled in the open space outside the docks, and Wren summoned Marven and Blair, "The rest is up to you, I won't command, you two are in charge of everything." If there is a problem that cannot be resolved through negotiation and comes back to me, I only have one request, don't set a certain goal, we are not here to save Balatan, our purpose here is very simple, that is, to train soldiers, to kill people. ”

Blair's breastplate was photographed by him with a few handprints, Marven hesitated slightly, and finally nodded yes. As a veteran of the Empire, he hoped that the powerful army led by Wren could do more for the Empire, but he also understood that the final decision had nothing to do with him, he was just an executor.

The Blackarmor army began to slowly pick up, and according to some unreliable information, there was a village less than five miles nearby where a group of rebels were stationed.

Killing has quietly befallen the heads of this group.

Five miles away, in an unnamed village, more than 600 powerful workers in thin clothes were scattered throughout the village. From time to time, screams tore through the peace, and then fell silent in the screams, it was like a hell. The out-of-control workers were more like thugs than thugs, and in the four days that the small village had been occupied, nearly seventy percent of the villagers had become food for the fish in the Thudon, and the few who did not die were mostly young women.

Who will come to our rescue?

The women who were imprisoned in the cattle pen with red fruits cried and prayed.