Although the composition of the southern coalition army of Avenella was no different from that of the northern army, it was a militia composed of knights, sergeants and peasants of Avenella. But even if you don't look at the complex number of noble coats www.biquge.info of arms that ordinary people can't understand, you can clearly detect the fundamental difference between the two armies.

Compared to the Northern Army, which was fighting for its own future and the future of Avenella, although the clothing and armor were exactly the same, and it was composed of Southern nobles who practiced hedonism and were extremely luxurious even on the march, and civilians who were reluctantly drafted to die, the spirit of the entire army of the Southern Coalition was completely different from that of the Northern Army.

It should be mentioned that the attack of the Northern Army on those captured materials did not affect the nobles of the Southern Army in a real sense. This may seem incomprehensible when thought about in the usual way, but when you put it into the minds of these typical West Coast aristocrats, it all becomes a matter of course.

What does the wealth of the lord come from? And who will be hungry when the lord's supplies are scarce, and of course it will be the people.

Unlike the Northern Army, the Southern Coalition did not have the real and reliable logistics of Lao Shenzi from the beginning, and the improvised patchwork army was more like a large group of individuals gathered together than a complete army. They don't have any effective systematic distribution management, what the militia of 80,000 or 90,000 people eat today depends entirely on what they can find or what they carry, the soldiers' utensils are shared, if they want to eat, they first spend a few hours in the Nella forest to find it and then cook it themselves, even the fire must be carried by themselves, they must collect their own firewood, and they will fend for themselves.

When the Northern Army was defeated and those supplies were captured, the happiest were the lords and nobles, and only a handful of the militia who liked to pat themselves also felt that they could get a piece of the pie, and what happened in the end was of course the same as before - "Even you belong to the lord, what qualifications do you have to ask for the lord's things?" Such words were a deep expression of the deep-seated notion of the nobles of the more closed and conservative South of the country, so that, when supplies were obtained, although they were abundant enough to feed an entire army for more than a month, the lords took possession of them, and were wary of their own militia, leaving only knights and trusted sergeants, who were also nobles, to guard this long and slow-moving series of "booty".

Eating alone while having a good thing is almost a matter of course for the aristocracy. But it is impossible for the peasants, who can endure all this on weekdays, not to accumulate resentment in their hearts when they are starving, watching the nobles eating and drinking to their heart's content. The problem really became out of control after the Northern Army seized on the fact that the Southern Coalition had only sent noble cavalry to defend the empty gaps, and the huge and bloated entire logistics force defended the empty gaps to attack, successfully recaptured many rations and burned the rest of the supplies.

How could the noble lords go hungry, and this is what they saw when the scarred Otolo hoplites retreated from the depths of the Nera Forest to the corridors of the Nella Forest. The lords and knights blamed all the losses that were clearly caused by their own selfishness on the fault of the militia for failing to properly guard the surroundings, but the peasants in the south of heaven and earth conscience did not have war experience and were hungry, plus the chaotic command, the militia was just messed up and huddled there, there was no real management, to be honest, the northern army militia who were dressed similarly and spoke a dialect of Avenella even if they walked head-on, I am afraid that no one would be able to detect it.

But they could still endure blaming and insulting them, the lack of food, and the lack of effective transportation from the rear, according to the thinking of the traditional aristocracy of Avenella, the price was ultimately borne by the peasants. So the heavily armed knights and sergeants rushed into the array of the militia and demanded that they hand over the dry rations they had brought and the food they had collected, and that they would satisfy a noble lord's sumptuous meal with the barely enough rations of several men for several days—and that was not even enough, and that they had not devalued the delicacy of the food and dry rations that the peasants had so hard collected, and poured pot after pot of grain directly on the dirt outside after a mouthful.

"Even if I dump it, I won't give it back to you, phew. After an angry protest by some of the young and vigorous peasants, one of the maids of the lord's house mocked with disdain, and it was peaceful, and when the news reached the upper lords, they sent out a heavily armed army to arrest the mastermind of the troublemaker and a large group of people who had just happened to be innocent or not, and then beat them seriously with clubs in public, so that the peasants could understand the difference between them.

"You were born to rule. The traditional Arvenella nobility of the South, who pursued such a theory and did not understand that rights must be accompanied by duties in order for everything to develop in peace, did not realize how wrong they had been doing for two centuries, when the fire of the "people's war" was kindled in the north, and the people's hearts began to stir.

They're too used to it all.

Since birth, it seems that they have enjoyed the right of superiority for granted, imposing their thoughts and desires on the commoners, blocking their path to a better life, and even the existing stable life will be broken by the nobility from time to time - and the other party is not aware of this, thinking that this is a normal thing under the sun.

The biggest difference between the southern aristocracy and the northern aristocracy is not the fighting ability, combat experience, or wealth, but the definition of the concept of nobility in their minds, and their thoughts on the future of the country.

But let's get back to square one—the aristocrats of the Southern Coalition may be some terrible existence for the peasants, but that doesn't mean they're all utter fools. In the end, it was the people who had undergone the Sivalier education, some of the older nobles fought many small battles even if they had no experience in large wars, and with the mastery of the hearts and minds of the people accumulated over the years, after the movements of the army were detected on several occasions, and after trying to obtain them from the surrounding southern villages and towns after the loss of supplies, they were always shirked for various reasons, Rao was as dull as the leadership of the Southern Coalition Army, and also noticed the fact that these local peasants were colluding with Edward.

- And their supreme leader, Ahibon II, who wore a helmet with a golden crown, reacted to this as a king of Avenella should have.

He was furious.

First his favorite son, the next generation of King Avenella, turned his back on his plan, and then inexplicably lost face in two places, and in the process he had to command the southern nobles who didn't really buy his king's account because they were entrenched, and the militia who always messed up and misordered, and reconciled the troubles in the army. A series of complicated entanglements had long since reached the limit of Ashbourne II's patience, and his anger reached its peak when he learned that the peasants, who were clearly at the center of his power and were supposed to obey his orders, had helped the rebels and thieves in the north.

"Unfilial heirs, unfilial heirs, unfilial heirs!" all the anger was ultimately blamed on Edward, and none of this would have happened if he had not resisted. His Majesty the King of Arvenella was so angry that his face flushed, and he directly lifted the table in the entire conference room, and the wooden chess pieces on it were scattered all over the place, and the three archdukes of the south except for the Duke of Duran The remaining two old men named Duke Norrieux and Duke Dehart stood beside him, the expression on the face of the Grand Duke of Dehart was a little helpless, and the Grand Duke of Norrieux was as heavy as water, but his eyes narrowed and revealed a sense of schadenfreude.

"Your Majesty, please dissipate. A southern nobleman next to him said this, but the experience of Ahibon II made him understand that he was only talking politely. With the exception of Chester and a few other small provinces, which had traditionally existed as royal domains, the Shulfaga royal family did not have many nobles in the south who really supported him, and he glared back at the man who had spoken, and the earl had to retreat with a cold face.

The southern nobles, all of whom had evil intentions, were like their relatives of Sivalier, and the thought of their uncooperation and excuses during this time, and the complete disregard for him as a king, was all the more furious for Ashbon II. He thought about it, if Edward was in front of him at this moment, the king would have to inflict the harshest punishment he could think of on this unfilial heir, but Edward was not there, and the king's wrath needed to be borne by someone.

"Send the knights to those villages, and investigate who has cooperated with the Northern Army, and those who cooperate will be killed!!" The words that almost roared out condemned the peasants who were still ignorant of all this at the moment, but the Lord of the area near the Nella Forest, Grand Duke Dehart, did not want such a massacre to happen in his own territory. He was one of the more sensible members of the Southern Alliance, and at least understood that the peasants' continued oppression would inevitably lead to revolt, but his open opinion against Ahibon II at this moment caused him to run directly into the muzzle of the gun.

"Your Majesty, to do so would be to discourage us from the hearts of the people! The duke, who had the mildest temperament among the three archdukes of the south, and even privately mocked him as an old foolish sheep, but his words became a mockery in the ears of the enraged Ahibon II who decided that he could not succeed, so the furious King Avenella said word by word: "Wouldn't it be better if the northern army was completely defeated and regained control of this area, or do you think that I will not be able to defeat that unfilial heir?"

"Don't you have such faith in me?

"The aristocracy of Avenella is born aristocracy, and the people deserve to be ruled, and only the people think about the preferences of the nobility to cater to the nobility, and as a nobleman, you are actually mentioning the absurd theory that the unfilial heir proposed. Dehatt, do you want to defect to the north!" "Ahbourne II's behavior was obviously angry, and all the nobles in the meeting room of the Southern Coalition watched with a look of amusement as the old foolish duke replaced all the firepower, but what they didn't realize was that Ahibourne II also secretly observed their reactions.

The anger in his heart grew stronger, and he hated even more of these nobles Ahibon II, who did not care much about his orders, than Edward—and, on the other hand, Archduke Dehart, who realized that the king at this moment was unable to listen to his own words, opened his mouth in an explanatory manner and said half a sentence "No, I didn't mean that, Your Majesty, I just—" and then stopped the next words with a long "sigh-" and then turned around.

"Where do you want to go, Hatt. His behavior was like adding fuel to the fire, and many of the southern nobles who were still in a state of watching the show turned grim, and they prayed that things would not turn out to be the worst, but perhaps they were really old fools, Archduke Dehart turned his head and said to Ashibon II in a righteous voice.

"Your Majesty, this is my territory, I will not prevent Your Majesty from exercising your power, but if you murder the people, please ask Your Majesty to personally dirty your own hands!" he said to Ashbon II: "The Duke of Dehatt will not attack his own people, the result of this can only be self-destruction, if Your Majesty insists on doing this, then I have no choice but to take the troops away!"

The expression of the Duke of Norrieux, who was squinting beside him, changed, and the other southern nobles who realized what was about to happen also turned pale, and the enraged Ashbern II was worried that there was no one to vent on him, and the old and confused Grand Duke Dehart bumped into him himself.

"Come, arrest the Duke of Dehart, in the name of rebellion-" Ashbern II, who had always been extremely dissatisfied with the nobles of the south, and of course the Archduke Dehart, who did not obey his orders, was now in a state of rage, and he shouted out those four words in a rage before the others could dissuade him, and the still dull-looking Grand Duke Dehart was caught and pressed to the ground by the royal guards under such circumstances.

"Summarily!"

Blood was splattered, and with the death of the duke, his cavalry naturally came under the direct jurisdiction of Ashbon II, and he directly ordered them to go and clear the nearby villages, and the instructions were clearly written in black and white:

"Where there is fornication, leave no room for life!"

Black smoke from the burning of the village rose from all directions across the land of Avenella.

And with them, the war has entered a tragic situation that our Sage and Edward least want to see.

When His Royal Highness learned that the villages that had assisted them had been burned down by the Southern Coalition and that all men, women, and children had died, most of his head turned white almost overnight, and this event was like a dimpling death knell, warning them that they must fight quickly, lest Avenella become devastated and devastated if this continues. (To be continued.) )