If a city wants to develop healthily, it is absolutely not enough for the city owner to pay out of his own pocket. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoA distorted economic system cannot support the normal operation of a city, and if Ortlenburg cannot rely on the platform and resources that Rennes has built for her to make a profit, the city's glory is destined to be only for a moment, and it will eventually disappear under the infinite starry sky.

Fortunately, it was finally profitable.

For every sale of slaves, Ortrenburg took 20 percent of the commercial tax, which was not a problem for the three major slave franchises. Slaves who used to be sold for four or five silver coins now bought seven or eight silver coins or more, and paying a little money was not a heavy burden for them now. And Wren still has a big killing weapon, and he can't help them not to hand it over.

The whole slave trade lasted for nearly a week, and more than 20,000 slaves were sold out, and some ordinary people who kept slaves at home also sold those cheap slaves at a high price in this fair. They also knew very well that when the gap was reduced and the market demand rate decreased, the price of slaves would eventually be lowered, which was a transition from a seller's market to a buyer's market. Although they don't know the exact words to describe it, their rich life experience tells them how to survive in the cracks.

The commercial tax of nearly 4,000 gold coins greatly relieved Ortlenburg's financial pressure, and the healthy system also relieved the people of Ortlenburg. They sincerely hope that the current development momentum is not a flash in the pan, but a deliberate and sustainable way of development.

"Of course, there's more to spend!", Wren said to a beaming Richard, as he inspected the troops belonging to Ortrenburg.

Richard followed Wren in a barracks outside Ortlenburg, inspecting soldiers who had just undergone basic training. The team of 3,000 people is neatly arranged, and the neat and tidy phalanx can be greatly shocked by personal vision. Wren doesn't know how to train soldiers, but he knows a truth, if you want the army to have extraordinary combat effectiveness, then you must make this army have no independent thinking and thoughts, and will only obey the orders of your superiors.

In layman's terms, it is brainwashing.

Soldiers do not need to have their own thoughts and wills, they only need to have firm execution, and in order to meet this condition, they must be treated with enough treatment to let go of all their ideological baggage and cooperate wholeheartedly in the steps of brainwashing. And brainwashing also starts from the simplest place - queue, and at the same time gives them glory.

Marven, a veteran, initially disagreed with Wren's training plan and scoffed at it. He was a veteran of several wars, and if it weren't for Wren's prestige and the Ortrenburgers' blind obedience to him, Marven might have been the first to jump out and question Wren's plan. In his opinion, standing in line every day, shouting slogans by the way of simple drills to train good soldiers is simply a joke, don't those famous generals of the empire become fools and idiots?

But I never expected that in just one month, a kind of elite temperament appeared in this group of young people who had just enlisted in the army.

What kind of temperament can be called elite? The order and prohibition is that when you go up, even if you have an enemy ten times larger than you in front of you, you will not retreat. When you are asked to retreat, even if there is a cliff behind you, you will not hesitate to retreat. As long as this can be satisfied, even if the individual force is not strong, it is enough to fight against enemies who are stronger than themselves.

Marven also accompanied Wren and couldn't help but sigh: "My lord, your plan is too effective, such soldiers are rare in the entire empire, even if they are a few armies directly under the royal family." ”

He didn't take Marven's praise of Wren to heart, and he knew one thing very well, that is, this army was definitely not strong enough, because they had never seen blood, and their personal strength was still too weak.

"How's the knight's construction?", Wren asked as he walked. He demanded a thousand knights in his request. The role of cavalry in the era of cold weapons is like a strategic weapon in the era of hot weapons, and it is a very important part of warfare. Especially today, when the speed of information transmission is far from enough, the surprise attack of cavalry can often play a key role in determining victory or defeat.

But Wren also understands that the cultivation of knights is not something that can be piled up with money overnight. A qualified knight often needs to be cultivated through three to five years to form combat power, and this also involves a series of upstream and downstream industries. To see if a nobleman has a background and accumulation, just look at how many knights his family has.

Faced with Wren's question, Marven looked embarrassed, he only gathered less than one hundred and fifty knights in the entire Ortlenburg, and they were not very professional, at most an infantry on horseback. But he didn't have a good way, and those really good knights were either recruited by rich merchants with a lot of money, or they took refuge in the major forces. Whether it is treatment or enjoyment, it is much more comfortable than joining the army, and the only place where the army can surpass other forces is probably honor.

Seeing that Marven didn't answer, Wren stopped with a serious expression, "Marven, the construction of the army is the top priority of all projects in Ortlenburg, this is our last resort to defend our rights and interests, and there can be no negligence." I can understand the difficulties of building a knight team, but these difficulties are not an excuse that cannot be completed, but rather a level that you should tread and cross. I hope to see a qualified cavalry before this autumn comes, can I do it?"

Marven gritted his teeth and nodded, if you have a ball, if you really can't do it, you will steal it, rob it, and get together the knights, he is ruthless in his heart, and his face is also tight.

"Richard, set aside two thousand gold coins to buy three thousand sets of infantry equipment, I may need them in the near future. ”

Marven, who was still thinking about his thoughts, was suddenly startled, and his keen sense of smell made him find something wrong, and immediately asked, "Are you going to fight?"

Wren nodded: "The situation in Balatan has further deteriorated, and it is possible that the Empire will levy troops from the Bell Province to Tulum to suppress the rebellion, this is a good opportunity." Whether a soldier is qualified or not should be tested not in the barracks, but on the battlefield. He looked at Marven, "You have to be mentally prepared and don't reveal it for the time being." ”

The problem of Balatan was more troublesome than the imperial center had imagined, and more and more workers took up arms, overthrowing the rule of the aristocracy and the exploitation of capital, creating an atmosphere of pathological fanaticism. These workers, who are not politicians, not managers of a city, do not understand the dire consequences of such a fanaticism, and only pay attention to the immediate results. Indeed, the division of the wealth of the aristocracy and the wealthy merchants benefited everyone involved and changed their standard of living.

In order to defend their lives and the wealth they have gained, more and more people are joining the great tsunami, and the Self-Salvation Society is shouting the slogan of independence and encouraging more people to stand up and become the masters of the city from the exploited. Such slogans and incitement soon sparked a craze among the Balatan populace, who tasted and indulged in a short, wonderful freedom after the rigid hierarchy was broken.

What a moving declaration of being the master of the house?

The entire province of Tulun sent 30,000 soldiers to Baratan to suppress it, and a feat that was originally captured in the eyes of those big people became a big joke. The group of men who had just picked up their arms and could not even stand in the phalanx annihilated more than 7,000 coalition troops in the siege battle, and almost completely wiped out the remaining coalition forces in the ensuing street battles. The whole of Tulum was in a panic, and the whole empire was shocked.

However, what is even more terrifying is that the cities around Balatan have also ignited a hint of bad news, and if this riot is not suppressed as soon as possible, Tulum will soon be ignited by this flame, and eventually turn into a sea of fire, shaking the rule of the empire. But it is precisely because of this that the major city lords and lords in Tulun Province, who originally had a lot of troops, have become slow to send troops. They have also considered the greatest possible consequences of this riot, so they also need enough troops to suppress and extinguish the signs that may arise in their territory.

A small incident caused Orlando VII to face great trouble soon after he ascended the throne.

According to the grapevine, the Imperial Marshal has sent one of the elite legions, the White Owl Legion, to Tulum secretly, and as for whether this is really the case, there is no follow-up news for the time being.

But no matter what the final result of Balatan is, this is an opportunity, a good opportunity to train the troops. Wren will not blindly send his own people to death, he believes in Marven's military talent, all he needs is a simple battle, not a siege, not a street battle, not to recover the city lord's mansion, just to kill people.

After inspecting the barracks, Wren went to meet with the clerk, who had no presence in Ortlenburg, and was finally about to be promoted. He had enough qualifications, he had found his way, and he didn't want to stay in the city. All the clerks face the difficult problem of giving way when the lord of a city is too powerful. This made the clerks very helpless and angry, but there was nothing they could do.

They don't wield as much power as tax collectors, garrison captains, and city defense officers, and have no real authority other than making small reports. When you meet a strong city lord, like Wren, if you don't dump you, you won't be dumped, and you will be thankful if you don't look at you.

After a few false conversations, Wren left a small bag of silver coins and left, looking at Wren's back, the clerk who had no sense of existence and even the readers had forgotten his name, sighed silently, and mourned in silence for his successor.