715 The Decision of the South (III)

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The evening in the plain countryside is exactly ten minutes after the sun sets, and the dense plain forests are shrouded in golden silence, looking at the mountains covered with sunset in the distance.

The fat man rode his horse over a stone bridge, which was a depression leading to the three northern counties, the terrain was not high, but it was the only way to the three northern counties.

Through the woodland in front of you, you can see the newly built small villages faintly distributed between the clusters of woodland, and a silver broad-banded river stretches from the end of the earth.

Pale white smoke wafted from village to village, the air was filled with the scent of straw, the shepherds driving their herds home, the merchants passing by with loads of goods, the creaking wagons followed by chasing children, and the cuckoos in the woods by the river, chirping in their dumb voices, dragging their voices, fluttering away into the distance

Under the golden sunset, the large and small lakes on the plains are like pearls shining with golden light, the white water birds that rise and fall, and the ridges that shine with golden luster until the mountains are shaded by the sunlit forest.

Let a qiē look so beautiful, the white waves roll on the surface of the river, the turbulent water beats on the piers of the stone bridge, and the pleasant sound of the noise comes from time to time

The stone bridge is very simple, but you can vaguely see the characteristic bridge drum of the millennium dynasty hundreds of years ago from the railing of the stone bridge, like a small castle shape, protruding a half-curved fan on the side of the bridge

There are many such antique buildings in the area close to the Paravon Plain, all of which show that it was once the center of the continent and the imperial capital of the thousand-year-old dynasty, but the wind and rain of the years have already submerged the original prosperity, and only this lonely stone bridge is still silently sticking to it

"Your Majesty, ahead is the town of Langudica, it's getting late, let's rest there for the night before we go," said Turitcolin, who was on horseback, pointing to the town in the distance

"Well, it's time to take a good rest" The fat man smiled at the corner of his mouth, he was used to seeing the tragic war on the Paravon Plain, and suddenly saw such a paradise-like scene, which made the fat man feel that the hard work of the past 3 months was worth it, and the death of the King of Dongting Khan finally brought this tragic war to an end.

The Falcon Dynasty once again proved the strength of the new overlord in this war to defeat the Dongting people in the south, and the invincible 100,000 troops of the Dongting were wiped out in an instant, making the prestige of Vekia Falcon, the number one general in the continent, climb to the peak again, but the fat man did not feel anything to be excited and happy, but his heart was indifferent and sad

War is always a terrible double-edged sword, look at the tragic situation in the north of Raldian, let the fat man rejoice, the location of this war is not Vekia,

The brutality of the Dongting people is inherited from the national style of the Kujiit people

Direct, exterminating brutality is often the best means of intimidating the enemy and weakening the opponent's strength, and population growth is slow and difficult to replenish quickly.

The densely populated northern region of Ryerdian was devastated in this catastrophe.

According to the statistics of Berlant Bonnie, before the war, the eight counties in the north of Ruierdian had a population of about 6.7 million, but after the war, from the statistics of the recovered areas, there were less than 700,000 people, and 80% of the towns along the way were burned down.

This battle seems to have won a lot of benefits from the Falcon Dynasty, not only the three northern counties rich in natural resources, but also the eight counties in the north in one fell swoop, which is enough to make the Falcon Dynasty worthy of the name of the first power in the Ikadiva continent.

But in fact, there is only a fat man, under the brilliance, is a variety of terrible whirlpools that devour the kingdom's finances, for this war, the Falcon Dynasty spent a lot, nearly 100,000 troops for 3 months of long-term stationing, every day spent more than 100,000 gold coins, and the pension for the dead and wounded in the war also cost 3 million,

the resettlement of 2 million displaced Irdian refugees and the economic revitalization plan of the three northern counties, the southward relocation of the nomadic lands of the Western Kugit people, the stabilization and food relief of the occupied areas,

"Money, it's all money" Every time I think of this, the fat man who is dead to money feels heartbroken, the treasury of the Falcon Dynasty is now completely in a state of making ends meet,

The quarterly commercial tax has not yet been collected, and the treasury is only less than 10 million yuan, which would be better in peacetime, but it is a little dangerous to throw money around at a time like this,...,

In particular, the millions of refugees who have just settled in the three northern counties and the Amira region will break out into a mess that is difficult to clean up like in the south of Ruirdian if they are not properly disposed of.

Millions of refugees who rioted, thinking about it makes the fat man feel his scalp tingle, the entire Falcon Dynasty has just exceeded 10 million people, a tenth of the riots, or such a concentrated outbreak, it is definitely a catastrophe, and its impact will destroy the economy and construction work that has just recovered,

Every day, the fat man has to carefully inspect the resettlement areas, every day the fat man is tired to death, but it is difficult to sleep, whether he opens his eyes or closes his eyes, it is always difficult to stop in his mind.

Even if there is a special massage technique of the witch Turit Colin, it can only be a little drunk, this is too much mental pressure, the fat man must temporarily withdraw from it, otherwise, this feeling of depression will make him depressed, if you talk about distraction, it is naturally the three northern counties with beautiful scenery, and you can just supervise the construction process of the three northern counties

Entering the town, several accompanying guards cavalry quickly found an inn that was not in a good location, handed over the reins of the war horse to the guards, and the fat man walked into the hotel,

It was a two-story house shrouded in gray twilight, with a rusty red tin roof and dark windows, and in front of the gate was a small dilapidated cherry orchard.

Surrounded by a rudimentary wooden hedge, it looked dark,

Under the window stood a row of sleeping sunflowers, drooping their heavy heads,

On the left side of the house, a small windmill rattles, a common ornament in the Northern Shire, to scare off uninvited guests such as hares

The interior of the inn is not bad, the wall on the side of the hall is lit with a bright red bonfire, and the fragrant hot soup is set on it, and for long-distance travelers, there is nothing more pleasant than this, this delicious taste of bone soup is enough to make people salivate

But this feeling of tranquility didn't last long,

"Catch Them"

A fierce commotion came from outside the door, and then two figures rushed in eagerly from outside the door, and the huge impact force directly knocked the two crumbling iron doors out.

A middle-aged man covered in blood covered in blood covered one behind him, and the long sword in his hand pointed at the dozen or so people who rushed in from outside the door.

Bright red blood dripped down the knight's sword in his hand and fell to the ground, his right foot and arm each had a bloody wound, and his pale face was full of a kind of pre-death hideousness,

Like a beast that has been forced into a Jedi, it makes its final roar with all its strength

"Well, could it be her?"

The fat man looked at the middle-aged man behind him, and snorted in surprise.

The one he was protected by the middle-aged man behind him was none other than Tirneris, who he met on the mountain road a month ago.

It's just that at this moment, the first beauty of the Tyre family, known as the volcanic red rose, looks quite wolf, not to mention the cloak, even the long skirt that has always been red has been replaced by a very simple robe, which looks very low-grade, which also leads the fat man to not recognize her first

"Tirnarant, it's useless for you to run, the second prince has already given a chase order, even if you run to Vecchia, it's useless" The besieger's shout made the fat man's eyebrows jump a little,

"Tirnarant"

The fat man's eyes quickly lit up, and like two swords, they fell on the man covered in blood in front of him,

This is an absolutely handsome man, a jet-black warlord covering a glossy brown forehead, two slender eyebrows, a pair of melancholy eyes with a slight blue tinge, deep and gentle, there is a sharp light in his eyes, it is the crystallization of wisdom and thinking in his thoughts, words and deeds

"Tsk" The fat man sighed secretly, no wonder this guy is so popular wherever he goes, this good appearance is really deceptive Who would have thought that this dignified guy would be a top conspirator

"Your Majesty, it's the wanted criminal in Tyrnarant" The Guards Squadron Leader looked at the fat man with a hesitant face, and his hand was already holding the handle of the battle knife,

Tirnarant was only 7.8 meters away from the fat man, and as soon as the fat man gave a hint, the guard squadron leader would stab Tirnarant in the back

"Why are you looking at me," the fat man snorted dissatisfiedly, and whispered, "Don't save people yet!" ..., "Help...... Save people?" the Guards Squadron Leader's face was stunned for a moment, what does this mean?

After the fat man whispered: He is dead, and you don't want to live, the squadron leader suddenly realized, with a few subordinates, swaying towards a dozen encirclers "You want to do it" One of the encirclers who found something wrong turned his head, he looked at the guard squadron leader and a few of his subordinates, "Don't do it, I just want to ......" The captain of the guards squadron smiled with a hint of evil, and said lightly in his mouth, the moment the voice paused, the combat knife in his hand was already unsheathed, like a sharp lightning bolt across the opponent's throat "poof" A big human head flew into the air, and bright red blood pillars gushed out from the headless corpse that was still standing, like a red fountain to "kill" the other guards one after another, the sword light was like snow, these elite soldiers who killed people like chopping vegetables, almost effortlessly, like a dozen besiegers chopping down to the ground,

The hideous shouts of killing suddenly filled the hotel, and the screams came and went one after another and looked particularly poignant, because it was from behind the besiegers, and the incident happened suddenly, the Falcon Guard's shot was quite sharp, not only 3 people were beheaded on the spot, but more than a dozen other people were also disemboweled, and the corpses were lying on the ground, blood mixed with internal organs flowed all over the ground, so frightened that the innkeeper and others only dared to hide in a corner and tremble,

"Thank you"

Things happened too quickly, and at this time, the middle-aged man who was surrounded only now realized that these people were here to help him, although because of the injuries and blood loss, it was difficult for him to even stand,

But he still insisted on supporting the table with his hands, and staggered towards the fat man.

And the face of Tyrenuris, who was hiding behind Tirnarant, just wanted to salute to express his gratitude,

But when the eyes came into contact with the fat man smiling at the corner of his mouth, the expression on his face was absolutely wonderful, with surprise, confusion, hesitation, panic, shame, and even a trace of annoyance

"Old, don't say hello?" said the fat man, sitting down with his hand on Tilnarant, and wincing at the frightened Tyreux

715 The Decision of the South (III)

715 The Decision of the South (III)