The twelve magic crystals were turned into powder, and the mysterious compass in his mind was only a little condensed, and it was still unknown what its specific function was.

Obviously, this little magic power is far from satisfying the appetite of the big stomach, and Hudson is about to collapse. If it weren't for the slight increase in physique, he would have been ready to give up.

Goldfinger didn't work, and Hudson had to continue to be cautious. Set up camp and wait for the people from all walks of life in the alliance to gather before hitting the road again.

Looking at the gorgeous flags, and then at the staggered ranks under the flags, Hudson didn't know how to complain.

I thought my own house was bad enough, but I didn't expect that there would be even worse. In the entire alliance, except for a few teams of two or three families who can barely see it, the rest are garbage in the garbage.

After a secret comparison, Hudson found that in terms of strength, his own rabble was actually able to rank in the top five in the provisional league.

Not because of the strong combat effectiveness, but mainly because of the large number of people. The same is a conscription, and the military obligations that need to be borne by different territories are also different.

In the case of the same rabble, it is natural that the strength of the more people is stronger. Hudson, who wanted to paddle, never dreamed that he could become the "main force" in the league.

That's embarrassing. With such a rabble, whether they are going to quell the rebellion or to give the rebels their heads, I'm afraid no one can say.

It can only be said that there are too many smart people in this world, and after realizing that something is wrong, they all choose to preserve their strength.

When a group of smart people gathered, there was a grand scene of "a rabble gathering" in front of them.

In the context of paddling becoming the mainstream, honest mobilization has become an alternative. Of course, "alternative" is not a derogatory term here, and everyone "respects" those who come out of their families.

Choosing allies is naturally better for honest people. A group of aristocrats, including Hudson, tacitly opened the touting mode.

As for what they really think in their hearts, it doesn't matter, anyway, in the next war, they will be the "armed forces" of the alliance.

Of course, the knights of Chelse, as the nominal leader, were also responsible for the armed forces. It's just that he is responsible for individual force, and others are responsible for group force.

Who made Chels poor?

A lot of wealth is invested in the bottomless pit of magical research, and naturally there is no financial resources to develop armaments. Even the façade guard was a serf in service, and the force of the territory was himself.

Of all the noble private armies, Chels's men were the most rubbish. The bamboo spears are all equipped, and you can't even see a pair of armor.

Forget about the equipment garbage, and the key sergeants are also a group of crooked melons and cracked dates. The scattered formation, at a glance, you can tell that you have never trained.

Mortals are afraid of comparison, and with the backdrop of many allies, Hudson suddenly found that his army had become an "elite division".

At least in terms of the marching ranks, the Coslow team was the only one that maintained its formation. Unlike other aristocratic private armies, every time they set up camp, they have to look for people everywhere.

With so many teammates added, the marching speed naturally dropped again and again. Seeing that the time for the required assembly was approaching, no one was in a hurry.

Everyone didn't panic, and Hudson didn't bother to be a bird. The law does not apply to the people in Aslant as well, especially since they are still noble nobles.

Under the current political system, the nobility is not an ordinary preferential treatment. Earl Pierce had the ability to punish a single nobleman, but he definitely did not dare to punish a group of nobles at the same time. Otherwise, if there is a disturbance, it will definitely alarm the kingdom.

Since ancient times, there have been irreconcilable contradictions between the central government and local princes. How to suppress the local aristocracy is a compulsory lesson for every king.

For the sake of the stability and balance of power in the kingdom, successive kings have not forgotten to mix sand with localities, and the most intolerable thing is that the local monolith.

Under this general principle, the relationship between the local nobles and the small and medium-sized nobles will naturally not be harmonious, and they dare not be too harmonious.

Thinking about all this, Hudson suddenly understood what his colleagues were doing. A little fuss, which seems very nonsensical, is actually a manifestation of political wisdom.

Of course, you can't say how clever you are. Most people do this just because they are instinctively used to it. Maybe they don't want to be late, but the low efficiency doesn't keep them up.

Most of the people who really direct all this are the big nobles above. Generation after generation of hard work, generation after generation of indulgence, has led to the current situation.

Hudson will do the same. Deliberately creating a situation of lax control over the place was the best way to dispel the king's suspicions.

It's just that this situation has changed in recent decades. With the passage of time, the accumulated strength of the local princes became stronger and stronger, and the advantages of the royal family were no longer obvious. All kinds of tentative small actions have gradually increased.

Of course, these are Hudson's inferences. The information in hand is limited, and the understanding of the upper class society is insufficient, and the conclusions drawn may not be accurate.

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The fortress of Ethel, with the arrival of the army of the Count of Pierce, became the headquarters of the counterinsurgency army, and also became the front line to stop the rebel army's westward advance.

Leading the way is the embodiment of chivalry, and although the Earl of Pierce did not personally lead the team to kill, he was still on the front line to command.

After many days of defending the city, Earl Pierce was also tired. The plan never changed quickly, and I originally thought that the rebels were just a rabble and did not need to worry, and wanted to take advantage of the chaos to make profits, so I let the rebels grow bigger.

I didn't expect the skeleton to play with a big wave. First, the nobles of the city of Dadir were slaughtered, and then the rebels quickly swept through the countryside.

Before Earl Pierce could react, the rebels swept through the counties of Wright and Wyton, and the troops were directed at Beda.

The two counties of Wright and Wyton are just that, anyway, most of them are the fiefs of other nobles, and it has affected a few unlucky vassals, and Earl Pierce has also lost it.

But Beida is different, this place is already the core fief of his Dalton family, and once it falls into the hands of the rebels, it will be a big loss.

As a last resort, the Count of Pierce could only issue a conscription order on the one hand, and personally lead a large army to meet the enemy and defend against the enemy in the fortress of Ethel.

"Where have the nobles' reinforcements arrived, and how long will it take?"

Earl Pierce asked with a frown.

It's not that the Daltons are afraid of the rebels, but war is about death. The group of rebels in front of them is obviously not an idle person, and if they fight hard with the enemy, even if they can win, they will inevitably suffer heavy losses.

In this world of the jungle, strength is fundamental. If the strength of the Dalton family is greatly damaged, it is not known how many hungry wolves will pounce.

In order to reduce his own losses, even if he obviously had the strength to defeat the rebels outside the city, Earl Pierce chose to hold on.