Seriously, sometimes I'm curious, how to sign 3 total recommendation votes of 200,000 words. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The first few tips are because the starting point will not be revised, and the starting point has been revised a few days after the book was issued, and you can't reward if you don't sign it. In fact, I don't recommend everyone to tip, I don't have a share if I don't sign a contract.

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The news that the Bohr family was about to use force against Ortrenburg spread far and wide, and this kind of thing could not be hidden from anyone at all. Many people were waiting to see the jokes, to see the jokes in Ortrenburg, to see how the young lord of the city coped with the offensive of the Boer family.

Sometimes people's thinking is so strange, how much courage does it take for five hundred knights to dare to attack a former fortress of war? This is a city, can five hundred people defeat it? Terman really thinks that his five hundred knights are dragon knights? Ortlenburg, with a population of nearly 300,000, can beat these five hundred knights with one person and one punch, and their mother doesn't recognize them.

But it's such an absurd and funny thing, many people really think that there is a great possibility, and it also makes people laugh off their big teeth.

"Teman Pol is the patriarch of the Bol family, and they have a total of 3,500 knights and 2,000 shield guards in Xiliu City, and I heard that the reason why he only sent 500 knights is mainly to avoid using too many war resources and causing the rear to be empty, for fear of being taken advantage of by other nobles. Sarcomo was a little weak in spirit, "So how are you going to deal with these five hundred knights?"

Wren's fingers tapped nimbly on the table top, and his chin was supported with the other hand, his eyes were out of focus. His attention is not here at all, what bullshit five hundred knights, he doesn't pay attention to it at all.

As if affected by Sarcomo's voice, his dilated pupils began to shrink and his eyes brightened. He looked directly at Sarcomo and met his gaze, "I now have a hundred Black Fire soldiers, and two hundred garrisons, and three hundred people to back them up. I don't know where Terman got the courage to send five hundred well-trained knights to his death, and he, including many of you, believed it. ”

"If the city could be captured with only five hundred knights, the Byronic Empire would not have withdrawn its troops. Not to mention five hundred knights, five thousand knights may not be able to fight the wall. Instead of thinking about how to be afraid, we should think about what we should ask for compensation from that old thing in Terman if we win. ”

As she spoke, Celeste walked into the study with the tray, her eyes fixed on the two cups of black tea in the tray, and her steps were very small. This matter was snatched from the maid, and among the two people sitting inside, one was her future husband and dependent, and the other was her grandfather.

Seeing Celeste unskillfully placing two cups of black tea on the table, one of which was still a little spilled, the girl lowered her head in shame.

The two men, one old and one young, were not on the minds of these little things, and Sarcomo looked at Celeste, who left the study very consciously.

"I'm not worried about this, I'm afraid that you will win too smoothly, which will make Teman angry and desperate to take out all his strength. I know this old man well, he is more stubborn and paranoid than you think, and he will go to great lengths over a small matter to preserve the dignity of the Ball family. Sarcomo had dealt with the Bol family when he was in Milin City, and knew that this family had a self-esteem, or conceit, that others could not have imagined.

During Orlando I's rebellion against the decaying Holy Empire, the Boer family sent their most valuable shield guards to Orlando I's side, and was often praised and praised by Orlando I. The family grew up in their former glory and thought they were the saviors of the Orlando Empire. Although they did play a very important role in shaping the final outcome of both wars.

Pride is a very troublesome disease, because pride spreads faster than the virus and is more infectious. The Bol surnames, such as Terman, who grew up in the tone that "the Bol family is the pillar of the empire" every day, have inexplicable pride and conceit.

A proud person, a proud family, is often paranoid.

Once the disease strikes, they may not care about other things, such as the future, and profits.

Wren doesn't have the strength to let Terman look at the differences between each other, and then analyze something rationally. It's like a rabbit kicking a lion's face all the time, and the lion will never think about whether it can still run, whether it can catch the nimble rabbit, and will only choose to go crazy and kill.

Wren shook his head slightly, "President Sarcomo, please rest assured, Teman will not succeed." ”

He is well aware that the reason why everyone is not optimistic about Ortrenburg is also due to him. If he was a normal patriarch of the Golden Family, let alone whether he was optimistic or not, Teman wouldn't even dare to fart one. The current situation is simply that the dragon swims in shallow water and is played by shrimp, and the tiger falls in Pingyang and is bullied by dogs. Wren wants no people, no money, and Ortlenburg is not a serious city, and at first glance it does not have the potential for war, so Teman dares to attack him, wanting to step on the face of the golden nobles to prove that the glory of the Pol family has not ended.

This is an arrogant old man who ignores the fact that war potential is often different from person to person.

Before Adolf became Prime Minister, how many people thought highly of him? Who would have thought that tiny Germany could sweep across the continent before the German flag flew over Europe?

Mobilization and speeches are always one of the most advantageous ways to increase the bargaining chips in war.

After a long winter, Ortlenburg has finally ushered in the light of day, and now there are people who want to cut the light and obscure the sky and the sun, and return the city to darkness. Ask the angry people of Ortlenburg outside the city lord's mansion if they are willing?

Wren dared to pack the ticket, the true strength of this sin capital was absolutely unimaginable to others. Eighty percent of the population of nearly 300,000 is young and strong, and people can feel frightened when they say it! As long as the economy can hold on, they can pull out 10,000 or 20,000 villains who dare to fight and kill.

This is a city that has been spurned by the gods of light!

Sarcomo pondered and said, "Then the matter between the Chamber of Commerce and you ...... be discussed."

"Go ahead!"

The captain of the garrison also performed the duties of the city defense army for the time being, and Wren originally planned to sell Joberg a face, waiting for him and his staff to parachute in an officer, but it seems that Joberg is obviously not a person who knows how to advance and retreat, and the city defense force will still be in his own hands after all. Since Cooper came to power, Wren has been stuck in the customs, and no monopoly goods are allowed to flow into Bell Province, which has caused the prices of many goods to rise rapidly.

The merchants made a lot of profits, and they all surrounded Wren with red eyes. The more profits they make, the more profits they make to the nobles who deal in the same goods, and now the Chamber of Commerce is a bit of a hard time riding a tiger. They have already offended those nobles, and if Wren falls again, I am afraid that they will all be unlucky. Therefore, they desperately hope that Wren can win this war, maintain the basis of mutual cooperation, and let the merchants continue to monopolize some valuable goods.

This old man with the name of "Legendary Businessman" is really heartbroken during this time, and the whole person is much more haggard than last year.

"Bring in a batch of weapons as soon as possible, I don't want my people to carry hoes and steel forks against the Boer legions, armed to the teeth. Wren commanded in a commanding tone, tapping his index finger the table, "Also, send five thousand gold coins, the people of Ortrenburg can shed their blood for glory, but as their parents, I can't let them shed tears." ”

5,000 gold coins...... , Sarcomo estimated that after distributing it to everyone, it would be almost one or two hundred gold coins, plus the recent surge in Rennes's market, and those who are willing to pay for it are afraid that they will break their heads.

Sarcomo, who was in a hurry to gather supplies from the surrounding cities, walked in such a hurry that he didn't even say hello to Celeste.

And Wren finally appeared in the public eye for the first time after the news spread that the Boer family was going to attack Ortrenburg.

The streets outside the City Lord's Mansion were crowded with people, and even the surrounding rooftops were covered with strings of "human strings", and people looked anxiously and eagerly at the City Lord who walked out of the City Lord's Mansion, and their eyes were full of anticipation.

Wren looked at the dense and countless heads, raised his right hand, and roared loudly with a full voice and a powerful tone: "Ortlenburg, never admit defeat! If he wants war, we will give him war!"

With a roar and a shout, the calm Ortrenburg instantly boiled, everyone raised their right hands high, waved their arms like a forest, and unbridled vented the passion in their hearts or fear, or expectation, "War!"

The accumulated clouds in the sky seemed to be pierced by this exhilarating shout, and a ray of sunlight in the pierced clouds shone straight on Wren's body like the guidance of a god, and he looked like a god had descended, which made people dizzy.

Wren raised his hands and spread his palms, and the scene of a volcanic eruption suddenly fell silent, and his words penetrated through the layers of barriers through the magic amplification circle, resounding throughout Ortrenburg.

"I have never been afraid of war. My people, like me, will not be afraid of war!", his calm expression moved many people, and his low tone was full of a burst of power, "We have experienced pain, we have suffered, we have waited for the dawn in despair, and hope has come in the darkness! Now that someone wants to destroy our future with his ignorance, I stand here and ask you, will you agree?"

"Are you afraid?"

"Tell me, my people, are you willing? Are you willing to go back to your old life, without a goal, without hope, like a walking corpse? Are you still willing to let your wives and daughters lie under someone else's crotch for a bite of barely subsistence food to be humiliated? Are you still willing to tear your dignity apart and slam it to the ground for a meager copper coin?"

"No, I don't want to, but what about you?"

"Tell me, what else can stop you from taking up arms?"

Looking at Wren's hideous face, every Oltrenburger fell silent, and they remembered their life not so long ago.

There is no hope, and every day before dawn they get up from their bed, squat on the side of the road like goods, and are picked up to do some of the heaviest and dirtiest work, but they get the least pay. Their wives snuggled up to the arms of the rich with a smile on their faces, still groped with their dirty paws, and they still stripped their wives and daughters of their clothes and vented their excessive energy on them.

In this desperate city, crime has become commonplace, and everyone is on the lookout for it. When night falls, the killing ensues. Sometimes just for a few dozen copper coins, a living life disappears into a smelly alley.

Look at the present, this is a city full of hope, and that godlike man has brought hope and gospel to everyone here. He is like an apostle to the god of light, letting the sun shine on the city and making everyone feel like a real person!

Now, someone wants to rob them of their hope, they want to crush their dignity that they have just regained, and they want to continue to plunge them into dark despair!

No!

Wren slowly raised his right hand and clenched his fist tightly, as if he wanted to knock Tiandu out of a hole!

Countless raised right hands were also clenched into fists, and everyone's eyes were extremely hot.

"War!"

"War!!"

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Creation and then do fantasy essays, I think about trying it