"The ransom of the captives will still require you to connect with the Kents when the time comes. You've been in contact with them and know some information about them." Count Morlor's order did not surprise Aven. But what made him strange was that if he only said this, there was no need for Count Morol to break up with his other subordinates. Sure enough, Morol said about the captives.

"I left you here this time to ask you what you think about this battle, what you have to say, and what you want to say." Both Evan and Delores were stunned for a moment, neither expecting Count Morloll to ask these words.

Deloris hesitated for a moment, and said tentatively, "Although the Kingdom of Kent is smaller than our Essex Kingdom, it was once the overlord of the battle for supremacy. Even if the national strength declines, the accumulated foundation is not something that an ordinary county like us can fight against."

The Count of Morol nodded, his undeniable attitude making Deloris a little timid.

"My biggest feeling was that I needed to revise my plan. The original plan is becoming more and more inappropriate for the current environment." Aven's calm words aroused the curiosity of Count Morol and Delores.

"Aven, what was your plan?" Deloris couldn't help but ask.

"To sum up, develop the economy first, and then build an army when you have money in your hands." Evan outlined his plan, but he quickly said, "But now it looks like it's going to be the other way around, building an army first and then developing the economy. Otherwise, if you fight all day long and be robbed, you won't need to develop the economy. After all, it's always the fastest."

"What kind of army do you want to build?" Count Morol looked at Evan with some surprise.

"What I want to form is a standing army, which trains in peacetime and fights in wartime, and is specially used to overcome difficulties." Ai Wen came to say that he could come, he could fight, and he could win, but after thinking about it, he forgot it, after all, they didn't necessarily understand, and they didn't necessarily understand.

"This ...... Such an army is in high demand, right? Money......" Deloris said with some embarrassment, what Evan said didn't sound like an ordinary army, and the money and food investment in the early stage was estimated to be able to drain Middlesex's finances.

"You first tell me about the equipment and number of troops in detail, and I'll listen to it." Deloris looked at her father with some surprise, and the latter looked interested in his posture, as if he didn't care how much it would cost.

"There are two versions."

To the surprise of Count Morol and Delores, Evan only said this, and did not continue, as if he was in a tangle.

"Aven, you seem to be a little confused, why don't you speak up and let my father and I hear about it, maybe we can help you?" Seeing that Evan seemed a little confused, Deloris hurriedly asked.

Ai Wen smiled bitterly, there has been no conclusion about the quality or quantity of a country's army for thousands of years. Even if it is taken out and discussed now, nothing will come of it. However, out of courtesy, Evan expressed his troubles.

"Here's the thing. I thought of two different options for the army, but I didn't know which one to choose. To put it simply, it is whether our Middlesex army should focus on developing the number of troops or focusing on the quality of the army. Different choices will lead to very different answers, and we can't do them all at the same time now."

"Of course, it's about numbers. How can you win against the enemy if you don't have enough troops?" Deloris replied immediately.

"What is the use of a group of levies in a war? Think about it and answer Delores, the question that Evan asked seems simple, but it is almost unanswerable." Count Morol shook his head and directly denied Delores's answer.

Delores looked at her father in confusion, and had to look at Evan again, hoping that he would answer her confusion.

"Miss Delores, this seems to be asking about building an army, but there are many things involved. Both of these options are available, but it is very difficult to find a path that suits Middlesex, because both paths have their own advantages and disadvantages."

Evan patiently explained to Delores, "Because our money is limited. If we choose the number of troops, then as the number of soldiers increases, the amount of money we invest in each soldier decreases, and the most obvious thing is that the soldiers' equipment may be insufficient. As the Earl said, how much combat power does a group of levies have?"

"But if we choose the quality of the army, although we can spend more money on each soldier because of the small number of soldiers, and buy better armor and weapons for our soldiers, no matter how we train, we will die in battle. Once there are large casualties, we need to spend a lot of time and money to replenish or even retrain the soldiers. It's okay to win the battle, but the problem is that as long as you lose the battle, even if it's only one. Our army will collapse completely, and Middlesex will be a lamb to the slaughter, powerless to fight back."

After Evan's explanation, Delores also fell into confusion, focusing on quantity will lead to the inability to improve quality, but paying attention to quality will lead to inability to bear losses. This seems to be an unsolvable dilemma.

"I don't think we should have a choice." Count Morol said for a long time.

Evan turned his head to look at Count Morlor, hoping to get some explanation from him, not just an answer.

"It's very simple, we don't have anybody, and we can't choose the number of troops. Not to mention that we are an earldom in Middlesex, even if we pull the king, we can't do it." Count Morol said with some emotion.

"Really, father. Can't the whole kingdom?" Deloris asked in surprise when she heard Count Morol say this for the first time.

"I didn't tell you before." Count Morol sighed, his tone full of helplessness, "The current situation of the kingdom, even if it tries its best, it can only barely recruit more than a thousand people. Don't look at the fact that we have more than 10,000 people in the city of London, in fact, there are only a few hundred people who have been recruited. The Wessex and Mercian men next to them easily pulled out an army of a few thousand men."

The atmosphere in the camp was very depressing for a while, not to mention that the number of troops on both sides was too different. Ai Wen was a little hesitant, even if he had a good army in the future, would he be sure that he would be able to defeat the enemy's massive soldiers.

"Tell me what you think, the number and requirements of the army. If you succeed, I can ask His Majesty for more money and food to develop your army." Count Morol interrupted with a smile.

"Let's build a scale of fifty to a hundred people first, it's useless to raise more than one. I estimate that it is unlikely that every soldier will be equipped with chain mail, so the generals will be equipped with chain mail, and the soldiers will be equipped with three layers of leather armor. Each soldier was armed with a crossbow, fifty arrows, a spear, a sword, and a shield. Of course, if you want to carry that much weight, you need a lot of training and a huge amount of money."

When Count Morlor heard Evan's description, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he didn't say anything. Delores' eyes were wide open, her mouth long enough to fit an egg, and her face full of the expression you were joking. Ai Wen was not surprised by their reaction, the configuration above was the configuration of the pre-Qin and Wei warriors. In the heyday of the Wei State, there were only tens of thousands of Wei soldiers.

But don't forget, what kind of country is Wei, whether it is economy, agriculture, or other aspects, it is ten streets behind these younger brothers in Western Europe, and if it is really configured according to Wei Wushu, it can directly bankrupt the Essex Kingdom. But even so, Evan still spoke up about the ceiling configuration. After all, he didn't know how much money Count Morol had, and of course there was some selfishness in this, that is, he wanted to see how much Count Morol would support him.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible. Such a configuration, let alone fifty people, even twenty people are impossible. No matter how rich my father was, he couldn't afford it. It also takes money to maintain the territory." Delores shook her head like a rattle.

"It's not impossible." Count Morlor's words shocked both Deloris and Aven, is Count Morol so rich?

"Of course, it's entirely up to you." Evan pointed at himself suspiciously, not understanding what Count Morol meant.

"Aren't you going to negotiate with the Kents in the future? I can get a little more from them, and I can convince the other barons to give you all the equipment." Count Morlor's words made Evan cry and laugh.

"Lord Earl, if you want to get good things from the Kentins, you may have to contact them with another person, otherwise I don't think they will give more armaments to an enemy who has just made a feud."

Morol glared at Evan angrily, he knew that this was just Evan saying this on purpose, but if he really wanted to talk to the Kent people with another person, the effect might not be as good as that of Evan .

"I certainly don't expect much from the Kents, isn't there another way?" Count Morol quietly pointed to his daughter beside him and winked at Aven.

"......" This old fox, still thinking about this? Evan was a little powerless to complain about Count Morlor.

"If you don't agree, then I can only provide limited help, and the rest is up to you. If you say yes, it's a very different story. Anyway, you've all met and spent so much time together, you should have thought it through." Seeing Count Morlor's villainous look, the corners of Aivan's mouth twitched, and he really wanted to punch him.

It is understandable for the Earl of Morol to do this, put a long line to catch a big fish, a long-term investment, and an empty glove white wolf. If he is really that good, then the Count Morol family will also get great benefits because of the marriage, and they will also tie themselves to them, and they will be both prosperous and lossy, and they can avoid becoming enemies. If you are short-lived, it will be nothing, and you will lose a daughter.

"Father, Aven, what are you going to say?" Deloris looked at Count Morol and Evan with some suspicion, a little confused.

"Lord Earl, don't you listen to her? In case ......" Before Evan could finish his sentence, Count Morloll interrupted him.

"She agreed, I asked before." The old god of Morol replied.

Aven was completely speechless, the old fellow Count Morol had obviously foreseen his problem and prepared in advance. This time, it was my turn to be embarrassed, and I wanted to continue to drag it out, but now it seems that I have to make a choice. But in my heart, I only like another person......

"Please let me think about it." Ai Wen had to take one step at a time, although he knew that this was probably his destination, but every time he thought about it, he always felt extremely uncomfortable.

Seeing this, Count Morol did not force it, but just nodded and left the tent, leaving the space for his daughter and Aven.

"Aven, you seem to be a little unhappy because of what your father told you?" Deloris was keenly aware that Evan in front of her looked a little gloomy.

"I ......"