Chapter Forty-Eight: War is never a romantic game, death is the main theme

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Next to the city of Westflow is a river, the reason why it is called Westflow City, this river is northwest, the Hudorn River rushes down from the northernmost ice field, along the imperial capital zigzag to the province of Bell, across the entire Orlando Empire. From Xiliucheng to the west, it divides into two rivers, one that connects directly to the sea to the south, and the other that continues inland into another country.

The river is hundreds of meters wide and forty or fifty meters narrow, and water transportation is extremely developed. At the beginning, the Boer family took advantage of the power of protection, and in front of Orlando I, they poked their fingers at the location of the Westflow City marked on the map, thus giving birth to the name of the hundreds of years of Westflow City Boer family.

In addition to the extremely developed water transportation, the land on both sides of the river is also extremely fertile, and it can reach the level of high-quality farmland with almost no manual irrigation. Plankton and all kinds of dead fish in the river are turned into natural fertilizers, increasing the fertility of the two banks. Every spring and late summer, there is no need to take care of these fields by hand at all, and you can wait for a good harvest by sowing a handful of seeds, and in the spare time, the people of Weststream City will help on the docks to earn some extra extra blocks.

This is a good place for everyone to covet, if it weren't for those knights and shield guards, as well as the unbroken golden body of the Boer family for more than 300 years, they might have been united to knock the stick, and become the hero of a joke.

When Bowen heard Xiliu City, even if he didn't want to show his inner state, he still subconsciously made a move. He first retracted Erlang's legs, and then straightened his upper body slightly, and the keen Sarcomo caught this insignificant change for the first time.

"Xiliu City ......!", Bowen pursed his lips and sighed, "Xiliu City!"

In fact, all the nobles of Millin were paying attention to the battle between Terman and Wren, and the reason why many people were not optimistic about Wren was because of Ortlenburg itself. The untouchables of a city, the nobles could not see what was under their feet with a slightly distant gaze, and in their inherent conception, the untouchables would never have the courage to wield weapons against the nobles and the privileged class. So before today, they were more optimistic about Teman, as long as the five hundred knights opened the city gate, then everything was over.

However, the eyes of the nobles who received the battle report fell to the ground, let alone break the door, and Luos's love was almost lost in front of the city gate of Ortlenburg. No one expected that the only servant in Bell Province brought by Wren would be quietly promoted to the sixth level. If he had known this news in advance, perhaps Terman would have sent more high-level combat forces to tear apart Ortlenburg's defenses, and it was impossible to send only Luos and the barbarian from the northern steppes to attack Ortlenburg.

Everyone took it for granted that this was evidence of Wren's insidiousness and cunning. But if there is a knight who breaks through the shackles of war and is successfully upgraded to a knight, who will not go to the knight's guild for certification as soon as possible, and turn into a privileged class or even a nobleman of the empire. Who would hide in the countryside without the slightest movement, isn't this a pit man?

Bowen's willingness to meet with Sarcomo was also based on Teman's defeat in the first battle. If Teman had won, Bowen would have had Sarcomo driven away.

Looking at Sarcomo, who was smiling with great sincerity, Bowen still couldn't resist the temptation, took out a pipe from his pocket, opened the drawer under the coffee table, took out a small broken brick and stuffed it into the pipe slot, lit the fire, and took a silent breath. The curling green smoke blurred Bowen's expression, and he thought for a moment, "You only have one chance to convince me." ”

Sarcomo's eyebrows twitched, and he immediately said: "Tomorrow, Baron Wren will take the initiative to defeat or even eliminate the knights led by Luos in the field. ”

In just one sentence, there is a lot of information.

First of all, Wren can confirm that he can defeat Teman's 500 knights 100%, otherwise he will not take the initiative. Secondly, Wren does not intend to reconcile with Terman, and if he wants to reconcile, he does not need to tear his face with Terman, and it is the right choice to sit down and negotiate. Finally, Wren is sending a message to Mirin, the nobles of the entire province of Bell, that he is not to be messed with, and that he should not be expected to compromise without all his strength.

In addition, Wren relayed this information to Bowen through Sarcomo, and there is a deeper meaning, that is, to challenge the inherent order of the aristocratic class in the province of Bell, and he wants to reshuffle all forces!

It is undeniable that Bowen is tempted, and his motivation is based on the fact that Wren can defeat the five hundred knights of Terman. Once Luos is annihilated or captured, it is equivalent to cutting off an arm of the Boer family.

Terman who was slapped in the face will be forced into a dilemma, and if he continues to fight Wren, it will inevitably make Xiliu City's defense force empty. If he doesn't fight Wren, he will lose face, and he will make some forces and nobles ready to move. So he has to split a win with Rennes, to win beautifully, and at the same time to be able to preserve his strength.

How to solve this problem?

Bowen put himself in the position of Telman, his brain began to boil, and in the flash of his mind, a flash of inspiration passed, borrowing soldiers!

That's right, it's borrowing soldiers.

Isn't he rich, doesn't he say every day that the Pol family has a deep heritage? He always talks about the history of the Pol family's existence far exceeding the history of the Orlando Empire, and spending money to find mercenaries and allies when facing difficulties is the easiest solution.

Bowen felt that this might be the easiest and most effective solution to Terman's current predicament, but if these mercenaries, the borrowed centaurs were not ...... with him.

Bowen's heart throbbed, and he felt the cold wind swishing in the warm room, and for a moment he felt that it was all an illusion.

He looked directly at Sarcomo, countless thoughts churning, hesitated for a long time, and breathed a sigh of relief, "My second son is very interested in business. ”

The corners of Sarcomo's mouth curled up more and more, "You know, recently we have organized seven merchant groups to specialize in seven kinds of monopoly products, and there is still a shortage of one place for seven kinds of Dragon Island cigarette bricks." ”

Bowen nodded with satisfaction: "I took the things, you still have a lot to do, we will talk next time we have a chance." ”

Walking out of the Earl's Court, the night in Millin was deeper and quieter. The frantic crowd on the streets has dispersed, leaving only the cold streets, lonely waiting for dawn.

Sarcomo wrapped his clothes, got into the carriage, rubbed his hands together, "Go to the Viscount Xiu's Mansion!"

In the quiet of the night, the sound of the jingling carriage gradually faded away.

Bowen, who was standing behind the window on the second floor of the Earl's Court, watched the carriage fade from view, and he lowered the curtains.

The pattern of Bell Province is about to change dramatically!

This night, many people tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

The sky was gradually brightening, and on the main road of Ortrenburg, three hundred knights were ready to go, and nearly two thousand infantry were like dragons. The weather was getting colder and colder, and the hot breath that came out of everyone's nostrils as they breathed was like a sharp sword, piercing the icy air. Their eyes were bright and determined, and each of them clenched their weapons and looked at Wren standing at the city gate.

"Today, there are a lot of people who want to stay outside the city forever. Wren didn't say anything invincible, nor did he use a passionate speech to encourage everyone to be fearless of sacrifice. His flat tone recounted the grim truth that war kills people. The flames hidden in the eyes almost burst out, and they were not frightened.

"I will not tell you what glory you will receive when you die, what heaven you will go to. Human life is only once, and when death is gone. All those glories, those beliefs are no longer relevant to the dead. One will ask, in that case, what is the point of death?", Wren's tone gradually raised, and he said loudly in a firm and affirmative tone: "Yes, those deaths are meaningful. You take away despair and leave hope and a future for the living, and that's what death is all about. ”

"I won't say what the possible death of some of you will bring to the city, I can only tell you that those possible deaths have left your family with a great fortune, yes, a great fortune!", Wren grabbed a handful of gold coins from the chest under his feet, and the golden luster stung the eager eyes of these people, "Look, gold coins! The pension of five gold coins, during my term of office, the families of fallen soldiers, will be exempt from taxation. ”

"And those who are alive, remember. Without sacrifice, your life is meaningless. ”

"Crush them!", Wren raised his right fist.

Under the city gate, there are swords and soldiers.

Wren looked at Blair and nodded slightly, and waved his hand, "Let's go!"

The heavy hanging door slowly rose, and three hundred knights swarmed out, followed by two thousand infantry. They have no worries, the huge amount of five gold coins is enough for the family behind them to be turned upside down, the younger brothers and sisters who can't eat enough can fill their stomachs with a smile, and the poor and poor parents will get enough supplies to survive the cold winter this winter, the next winter, and the next winter.

Those who are lucky enough to survive will also receive great benefits.

They have nothing, but at least, they have hope.

Cruel hope!