The principle of "small things for small meetings, big things for small meetings" is also applicable in the Aslant continent.

Hundreds of nobles discussed countermeasures together, and the discussion until next month may not be able to produce results.

This was already reflected in the noble council of the kingdom. Even trivial things can be carried out for three or five months.

After pacifying the people, the nobles, including Hudson, were left in the hall for dinner. Only a few representatives of the nobility followed Count Pierce away.

Except for Chels to participate on behalf of the alliance, the rest are all powerful factions in the province, and the law of the jungle is vividly embodied here.

Hudson had no hope for the outcome of the discussions. It can be seen from Chels's previous performance that he has no confidence to argue.

Of course, it's better to have a representative in attendance than not to have one. At the very least, it can represent everyone and express the basic demands.

After all, he is an aristocrat, and the elephant on the surface can't be too ugly. The influence of more than a hundred minor nobles in the alliance also needs to be taken into account.

No matter how it is discounted, there must be a share of the merits. How to evaluate it depends on the pattern of several people inside.

If you want everyone to continue to work hard, you must be fair and objective. There should be no big problem in this regard, the key is the next battle arrangement.

In order not to become cannon fodder, Hudson didn't care about eating, and directly turned into a hard-working little bee, constantly shuttling through the hall.

This is the time to test the family's soft power. Armed with letters written by Baron Redman, Hudson continued to visit relatives and friends.

Although this kind of occasion is not suitable for exchanging feelings, it is still necessary to mix up familiar faces. Maybe when you get to the battlefield, you can pick up a life with these connections.

I have to admit that prosperity is an advantage, not to mention anything else, at least there are enough relatives.

Hudson met three of his fellow Men under the banner of the Coslow family, one of whom was still working under Count Pearce.

The number of other relatives near and far is even more. If you insist on clinging, it is estimated that one-third of those present can be counted as their own people.

Of course, these resources are also mutual. In the absence of a conflict of interest, everyone is happy to use this as an opportunity to make more contacts.

After all, judging from the current situation, it is difficult to go on the expedition tomorrow. Seeing the strength of the rebels, no one dares to take it lightly now.

There's always nothing wrong with making more connections. Even if it is to temporarily hold the feet of the Lord of the Dawn, it is better than not hugging it.

In a circle, Hudson met almost all the nobles present. How much of a role it can play depends on how the situation develops.

Overall, Hudson was satisfied. No matter how dark the aristocratic group is in secret, everyone is still a humble gentleman on the surface.

Selling favors when you can is still very common in aristocratic circles. It is not for nothing that Enjiang will take revenge, but it is only a very few.

Once you do it, you have to cut yourself off from the circle, and it is only a matter of time before it declines. Especially the kindness on the surface, it must be repaid.

Without waiting for the results of the discussion, he casually stuffed a few pieces of roast meat into his mouth and drank a glass of juice, and Hudson left with the crowd's farewell.

If you don't give face, you really suffered heavy losses during the day, and now is the time when the morale of the army is turbulent, and the coach is not suitable to leave for a long time.

As soon as I stepped out of the fortress, a strong pungent smell came to my face, making people sick. Looking at the flickering flames in the distance, Hudson almost threw up.

"Burning corpses" is also an inevitable part of the battlefield. How many people died in the daytime battle, no one knows, but it is certain that this will not be a small number.

Instead of choosing to put it into the earth, it was burned on the spot, not because everyone had mastered the knowledge of science and hygiene, but because in the transcendent world, corpses can also be turned into murderous weapons.

Especially if the enemy is still a cult organization like the Skull and Bones Society, if the other party has a necromancer, these corpses are the biggest hidden danger.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but vaguely Hudson heard a burst of screams, and there seemed to be a figure shaking in the flames.

His instincts told Hudson that he was not mistaken, that this was indeed the burning of the living. As soon as anger rose from the bottom of my heart, I was extinguished by reason.

If I didn't guess wrong, it should have been the carelessness of the soldier in charge of burning the corpse, treating the fainted rebel soldier as a dead body and sending it to be burned without a knife.

In this situation, what else can Hudson say?

"Go over and say hello and ask them to mend the knives one by one before burning the corpses?"

It's impossible to save people anyway.

A person who is polluted by an evil weapon, even if he picks up a life, will gradually lose himself and slowly turn into a killing machine. If you want to save people, you can't do it unless a high-ranking priest comes to purify.

There was indeed a high-ranking priest in the fortress, but they were too busy to treat the injured nobles. Even the wounded of the Crimson Knights were only the ordinary priests

The coalition soldiers were seriously wounded, and they could only rely on their comrades to help repair their knives, who could care about the rebels?

Hudson could do nothing but lament the cruelty of the world. Even though there was a voice deep down in his heart that kept telling him to change the world, reason still had the upper hand.

I am in danger, and no matter how old I am, I am afraid that I am not ready to live through three episodes.

As a master who was afraid of death, Hudson decisively chose to be out of sight and returned to the camp as fast as he could.

As the victorious side, even if it is only a miserable victory, then you must enjoy the fruits of victory. After counting the spoils, Hudson was disappointed.

In the fantasy, the magic core and magic crystal, I didn't see a single one. Obviously, these things that look tall and cannot be used by ordinary people will be brought to the battlefield.

There was not much money from the goods, more than 100 gold coins, more than 800 silver coins, and a bunch of copper coins, but unfortunately they were not very valuable.

Fortunately, Hudson did not need to pay pensions and military salaries, otherwise this little money would only be enough for the burial expenses.

Two dead horses, the mounts of unknown allies, have now been taken by the soldiers to add to their meals.

There were some gains in weapons and equipment, but because the competition was too fierce, not many were picked up.

"Thirteen armors, thirty-five machetes, twenty-eight great axes, ninety-six spears, sixteen crossbows, five knightly swords......"

Looking at this pitiful data, Hudson once suspected that God wanted him to learn from Nurhachi and carry forward the spirit of "thirteen pairs of armor to raise troops".

Just think about it, playing with the prince and general Xiangning in the continent of Aslant is a kind of thing, and the rebel soldiers who were burned in the flames are an example.