"Your Majesty, the princes quarreled over the seats, which seriously slowed down the preparations for the meeting, you see, do you need to..."

There was a lot of noise ahead, and the deputy clerk saw that he could not control the situation, and hurriedly ran to the back to find Frederick III.

Frederick III groaned for a moment, and sneered,

"It's your business, not mine, everyone has something to do, and once it's messed up, the world will be messed up."

The deputy clerk was speechless, first at a loss, and then a series of emotions such as complaining and dissatisfaction came to his heart, and his good upbringing and the identity of the other party prevented him from scolding.

"You go to the Archbishop of Mainz, he will tell you how to do it, just follow the old pattern!"

The deputy clerk was originally sent to the emperor by the Archbishop of Mainz, and this position was a subordinate official position of the Archbishop of Mainz.

got the emperor's reply, and the deputy clerk had no choice but to leave, reciting words along the way,

"Damn, all day long you know Habsburg, Habsburg, ha! How ridiculous that the Habsburg Emperor was not the Holy Roman Emperor! This is the good emperor chosen by the electors! Absurd, absurd! ”

When he returned to the hall, he was already able to control his emotions well, and the quarrel here was not over, so he went straight to the Archbishop of Mainz,

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, has instructed you to come in accordance with the previous practice, and I would like to ask for your opinion...?"

The archbishop is also very helpless,

"Then follow the old rules! If it's not easy to deal with, take turns and end this farce early. ”

This is also the usual way to deal with it, when it is really impossible to mediate disputes, the method of seat rotation is adopted, such as Mecklenburg, Pomerania, Württemberg, Baden and Hesse, these princes, that is, rotate seats, each time the person sitting in front is different, which can also mediate the dispute between the princes to a certain extent.

Under the unanimous urging of the electoral group, and under the mediation of the deputy secretary, a result acceptable to everyone was finally reached, and at this point, a whole day has passed, and now, there are two days left before the time agreed by Carlos and the leaders of the Taborist faction, and this is it, it is still very fast, how can this not be criticized?

The princes of Regensburg were arguing, Laszlo did not know, did not want to know, let alone want to know, and now he was worried about other things,

"Your Majesty, it has been several times that several groups of nobles have tried to sneak out of the camp under the pretext of supplies or various other reasons, and if this continues, the young men will be suffocated."

Pizarro, the head of the royal family appointed by Laszlo himself, was smiling wryly and complaining to Laszlo.

"Let them endure, my military orders, do not disobey! Those who dare to violate it will be punished by military law! ”

Laszlo sounds ruthless, but the small movements of his hands prove that he is not at peace inside.

Pizarro was stunned, he didn't know how to answer this sentence, the most feared thing in the army was mutiny, under Laszlo's high-pressure policy, the army was already on the verge of mutiny, pondering for a long time, Pizarro took a few steps forward slightly,

"Your Majesty, maybe we should do something, at least to relieve the emotions in the army, and not sit back and watch things develop in a bad place!"

In the sixteenth century, when the world-famous Spanish phalanx was first built, there were only 9,000 people, but can you say that Spain can only mobilize a team of 9,000 people?

Obviously, these 9,000 people are just a team directly under the royal family, and among the nobles, there are only a handful of nobles who can come up with 9,000 people, and the royal family relies on this to suppress the local aristocratic forces, as long as they do not unite and take out any of them alone, the royal family will not be afraid, so as to ensure that the royal family has always occupied a dominant position.

In the general marching process, the boss generally only controls the big nobles and is not allowed to leave easily, for some small teams, one can't see it, and the other has no effect, because it is a team of different nobles, and it is not good for them to be integrated together, so the general coach will let it go, and the constraints on them are not so strong.

"What about your opinion?"

Obviously, Laszlo was not unaware of the situation in the camp, but for a while he could not think of any good way, so he could only rely on strict military orders.

"Find something for them to do and relieve their emotions."

Pizarro's smile seemed very strange, at least to Laszlo, his face changed, as if he knew something,

"You mean a military prostitute? No way, I can't allow such an existence, women will only make my soldiers weak, which will not be of any use to the war afterward, it will harm us. ”

Pizarro's expression became speechless,

"Where did you think of it? Your Majesty, I didn't mean that,"

Although in general, there were military prostitutes in the barracks of the army, this was disliked by Constantine, who believed that women would only wear down the will of the soldiers, especially for the fighting team, they needed to maintain their combat effectiveness at all times, and this military philosophy was also inherited by Laszlo, of course, this is not a bad thing.

"I mean, you can have some jousting or something like that, or you can have them in training and they're exhausted and they don't have anything else to think about."

"Tournament?"

Laszlo's fingers tapped, and fell silent,

"Martial arts they might agree, train? I'm afraid they're still wary of us, and they shouldn't easily agree to this. ”

The reason for this is also very simple, the training of the nobles' family soldiers, which can easily make the nobles have a sense of crisis, these people are the foundation of their lives, if they are taken away by the king, or assimilated, then they should cry.

"No matter what, at least find something for them to do first, Your Majesty can also give an order, those who are willing to accept our training and assessment, will get more credit in the battle, and the more loot they will get after the war."

The combat effectiveness of the troops that have been assessed has been proven, and it is certain that they will have to take on more combat tasks in the battle, and it is normal to take a little more trophies, no one will object to this, and no one will lose.

This is an experiment, for Laszlo, military life is destined to be his main theme, in this era, the monarch who does not know how to fight is not respected by others, and constantly finds problems and solves problems along the way, this is what Laszlo has to do on the road, Hungary is different from Constantinople, Hungarians and Greeks are also different, Laszlo must learn how to control them.

In any case, along the way, whether it was a reward or a punishment, Laszló finally managed to maintain order and came to Moravia smoothly.

In the open space outside the city, Georg had been waiting here for a long time, with Cornell, Marquis of Moravia, standing beside Georg, and Baron Cruz behind him,

"How much longer?"

Georg anxiously asked Baron Cruz behind him.

"The messenger said that when the sun rises overhead, it will be when Caesar meets us, and it should be about an hour now."

Baron Cruz wiped the sweat that wasn't there on his head and whispered in response.

Cornell didn't say a word on the side, he wasn't ready to say anything before Laszlo arrived, in his subconscious, maybe Laszlo was a little better than Georg, at least, it wouldn't bother him, all these days of eating, drinking, chewing, and chewing were about to drive him crazy,

Georg could also clearly feel that Cornell was estranged from him, but he couldn't help it, sending people under the fence was one aspect, but on the other hand, he did lose money, and the pie he painted for Cornell didn't work, and he couldn't come up with anything practical, don't look at Bohemia or the main source of precious metals at that time, but now, it basically has nothing to do with him.

Now Georg's only hope is Laszlo, as long as Laszlo can help him reinstate, he has enough strength and money, and he can talk about any grievances when the time comes.

"My lord, here it is! Here it comes! ”

With a shout from Baron Cruz, Georg also came back from his thoughts, and when he looked closely, a line in the distance was slowly emerging, and it became clearer and clearer as time passed.

Roman legions!

Georg's mood was excited, and his hope came, but in order to maintain a solemn posture, he could not laugh out loud, but could only endure himself, and his hands were tightly clutched on the cloak behind his back, and they began to turn white.

Finally, the army stopped in front of Georg, Georg looked carefully, the opponent's army was neat, the left hand was a kite-shaped shield, the right hand was a long sword, and the two sides were musketeers in light armor, the number was not very many, maybe this was also related to Laszlo's lack of time to build weapons and equipment workshops in Hungary for a certain reason, and then on both sides were heavy armored cavalry, riding guns clamped under their armpits, pointing ahead, the soldiers were all smiling, staring at Georg and a few people, for a while, Georg thought that he had entered the battlefield, subconsciously put his hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist,

"Hahahahaha~"

A burst of laughter came and immediately pulled Georg out of that emotion, and in an instant, he realized that he had made a joke, and hurriedly clasped his fists and saluted his chest, looking at the figure who came out of the crowd.

Seeing Georg's gesture after a long absence, Laszlo couldn't help but secretly praise Pizarro who came up with this idea, and slowly rode his horse to Georg's side,

"Long time no see?! Sir Georg! ”

"Let Your Majesty see the joke, please let Your Majesty enter the city!"

Laszlo did not answer this, but turned to the man who stood with Georg,

"Your Excellency?"

Cornell didn't expect Laszlo to ask about him, he quickly looked up,

"I am Cornell, Marquis of Moravia, and I wish your majesty ten thousand years."

As soon as he finished speaking, Cornell made a move that everyone did not expect, came to Laszlo's horse, held the saddle, led the bridle, and stood beside Laszlo, intending to lead Laszlo,

Lead the horse and kick!

Georg couldn't have imagined that Cornell would do such a thing in front of him, which was equivalent to surrendering, no, things couldn't be allowed to develop like this, Georg gritted his teeth,

"Marquis Cornell has worked hard, this kind of thing should be done by me."

With that, he squeezed past Cornell and took over the work in the other party's hands.

Some people died, but not completely......