"He?Mindis III?" Archduke Ronnie shook his head in mockery, "he's what you call a threat?"

"A docile king who has been dead for more than a hundred years?"

Rumba looked coldly at Archduke Ronnie.

His gaze made the latter uncomfortable.

Archduke Leco sat down again at the brown and black rectangular table, and coughed deliberately.

After a few seconds, Rumba finally turned his head sideways.

"Most people, including you, probably think that his merits are mediocre, even a little cowardly," Grand Duke Black Sand snorted lightly, "Don't worry, I thought so when I was a child. ”

His eyes were cold: "Mindis Bright Star III." ”

Trudida, who had been looking at Rumba, couldn't help but be slightly surprised.

That look......

"What does it have to do with him?" asked Auretheus.

Rumba took a deep breath and looked at Aletheus.

"Do you know him?, this so-called 'virtuous king'?" asked the Grand Duke of Heisha lightly.

Several Grand Dukes frowned almost at the same time.

"I heard it mentioned by Maester Costa a long time ago, not very much," Ronnie squinted as he recalled his old study years, "but I heard he didn't do anything big." ”

Rumba's eyes moved, and then he snorted coldly: "Didn't do anything big?"

"I don't have much impression of him, it is said that he has dragged on the Fourth Great 6 War by various diplomatic means," Ronnie replied lightly, "A king who does nothing - even if he puts it in the stars, it is rare." ”

Rumba's expression remained the same.

"I heard that he was a weak king and compromised with his vassals at every turn," Trudida rubbed her chin thoughtfully, "For example, the so-called High Noble Council, as well as the Council of States, are all left by him - turning the Fuxing Palace into a noisy bazaar is both inefficient and unsightly." ”

"That's all?" Rumba raised an eyebrow, "Gone?"

"He has a large number of men to administer his domain, and he is especially fond of appointing officials from among the lower nobles," Archduke Leko pondered, "and even made detailed provisions for this—thus offending many of the great vassals of hereditary office." ”

Aletheus frowned and continued: "Father used him as an example to warn us to be careful of merchants—when I heard that Mindish III borrowed money from merchants to pay their finances, and even had to sign a franchise to pay off his debts, the nobles ridiculed him behind his back as a 'slave king' of merchants." ”

Rumba let out a long sigh.

"This is what you think of as a 'virtuous gentleman'?"

The Grand Dukes reacted in different ways: Trudida shrugged, Ronnie remained cold-faced, and Auresius had a questioning face.

Only Archduke Leco, a pair of cloudy eyes glowed with strange and special emotions.

"The captive twelve years ago, Urad told me," Rumba lowered his eyelids, as if to exclaim, "he was once a small tax collector in the north, and was drafted as a grain warden in wartime—a small tax collector in peacetime, and a transporter in wartime, especially in the armies south of the stars and in the center." ”

Rumba's eyes snapped open.

"But whether it's a tax collector or a grain officer, these positions need to be 'examined' to get – the tax collector must be proficient in numeracy and discern accounts. ”

In front of the shocked faces of the Grand Dukes, the words of the Grand Duke of Heisha continued, and his tone was vicissitudes: "Even if a noble person fails to pass such an assessment, he is not qualified to serve as an official. ”

"What did you say?"

Trudida said with some confusion: "Assessment?"

Rumba nodded.

"It's strange, isn't it?" said Grand Duke Heisha coldly, "I bet you won't hear this word again in your life, except when you were punished in your childhood for not being able to recite a certain family motto in your study." ”

Several Grand Dukes were slightly stunned.

"But this is the overseer of the Stellar Army," Rumba took a deep breath, his eyes filled with jealousy and solemnity, "and not only that. ”

"In their officer corps, there are also military judges, clerical officers, logistics officers, and medical officers...... There are too many, I can't remember," at that moment, Rumba's expression became ugly, as if he remembered some bad past: "When they are not fighting, they are all professional officials with regular jobs, and they have undergone specific examinations - military judges must be familiar with laws and distinguish between right and wrong, clerical officers must be proficient in processes and identification information, and logistics officers are well versed in all kinds of materials......"

Trudida interrupted him.

"I know what you're talking about," the Grand Duke of the Rebuilding Tower rolled his eyes and raised his eyebrows slightly, "You mean that the backbone officers of the Starlight Legion are all composed of these literate and knowledgeable people? That's why they can regroup so quickly......"

"Bullshit," Rumba replied unceremoniously, choking the rest of Archduke Trudida in his throat: "Most of our officers in Exeter are also nobles, and they can read words and even poetry, and some can even recite a verse or two from the temple. ”

"But what can they do when they're sent to the army, to lead that group of country drafties?"

Archduke Leco tapped lightly on the square table, looking across the table from Rumba.

"So what you're talking about," the old duke said softly, "is the key to the immortality of the Starlight Legion being these inconspicuous little officials?"

Rumba glanced at the other three archdukes.

"I remember my uncle Kaslan, who, as a child, used to hear him boast about how versatile the White-Knuckle Guards were—the rigorous and brutal training that allowed them to fill almost every position, from death squads, messengers, logisticians, scouts, to prisoners. ”

"An elite rarely seen in the world. ”

The Grand Duke of Heisha immediately changed his words:

"So, whenever a battle begins, and countless warriors are called up, the king puts his white-knuckle guards and the nobles loyal to him to good use, filling positions ranging from junior officers to commanders of the guards—just as we archdukes send guards and cronies to various positions, are you all familiar with such scenes?"

Rumba tilted his head, his face illuminated by the firelight.

"And what about the army of the Stellar People?" he said lightly.

The hearts of several grand dukes suddenly tightened.

Only listen to the thick and thick voice of the Lombard, which resounded in the hall:

"A long time ago, they were used to a fixed system. ”

"The food supervisor is only responsible for calculating the numbers and transporting the goods, the logistics officer is only responsible for distributing the supplies, the military judge is only responsible for cutting off the heads according to the laws and orders, and the clerical officer is responsible for coordinating and communicating ......"

"They only know and can only do the one thing at hand, with a clear division of labor, each performing its own duties, not interfering with each other, and not being constrained by the king or the cronies sent down by the Grand Duke. ”

"The logistics and management of the conscripts do not have to be decided by the people sent from above, let alone completely changed by the change of a manager. ”

Rumba slapped his face on the table, his eyes burning.

staring at the hearts of several grand dukes was unhappy.

"Can you imagine?"

Rumba gritted his teeth and his expression was hideous: "We Northland people—no, almost all armies in the world—have been conscripting soldiers from their territories to fight for hundreds of years, and we are used to throwing out a handful of gold coins and letting the familiar cronies and guards, that is, the subordinate vassals, discipline the group of big-headed soldiers by themselves, give them salaries, food, equipment, and chop off their heads, chop firewood, and chop prisoners, right?"

"What you said is a process that only a standing professional army has the time to refine it," Grand Duke Ronnie lowered his clenched arms and frowned and retorted: "And the victory or defeat of the battlefield is at the moment of hand-to-hand combat, it is better to ...... than to spend energy on these personnel and offend countless vassals."

Rumba jerked his head up and glanced at the Grand Duke of Qiyuan City.

He shook his head contemptuously in his heart.

"Yes, in war, these are trivial things that cannot be ignored in war," Rumba said patiently, despite his disdain, "Only a professional army that has been prepared for many years and has been experienced in a hundred battles can gradually get started, get used to, and become familiar with it after years of old battles, and form its own military traditions and rules, such as the White Guards and the Glacier Sentinel." ”

But Grand Duke Heisha's expression immediately changed: "But the Starlight Legion is also a levy corps!"

Ronnie's face froze.

"But that's how it works: logistics and transportation are more than twice as efficient as ours, personnel regrouping is easy, military discipline is well maintained, rewards and punishments are clear and clear, and there are clear rules from attack to retreat. ”

Rumba swept solemnly and solemnly over each of the Grand Dukes, looking at them with a look of disbelief or disbelief on their faces:

"It's these things, those newly-recruited child soldiers who we never looked down on, who are weak and weak, have done countless times better than us - so even after they have been defeated and dispersed, they can immediately continue logistics, regroup, and recover their combat strength in a short time according to a set of self-contained processes and habits. ”

Rumba took a deep breath and looked ugly.

"Twelve years ago, in the days in the rear, I listened to that junk of Piffet nagging every day about the injustice they had suffered," the eyes of the Grand Duke of the Black Sand welled with anger: "'Why is it always us in the city?', that little kid only knows how to curse like this. ”

Aletheus and Trudida glanced at each other, each feeling uneasy in each other's hearts.

Rumba's tone became more and more angry: "What he can't see is: our entire army of 100,000 people, just because of a few raids by Horace Bright Star, the supply lines that we have tried our best to maintain are so desperate that even the siege of the fortress has to be stopped. ”

"He can't see how much time it took us to redeploy manpower, arrange routes, raise grain and grass, and reorganize logistics to deliver war nourishment to the front line in the midst of the prevarication of the nobles and the perfunctory efforts of various forces. ”

"He can't see it even more: at the same time, taking the Starlight Legion in the south as an example, the Xingchen people who are in a desperate situation are still in an orderly and continuous manner under high pressure to arrange the next supply, the next replenishment, the next resting place, and the next assembly point of the army, and quickly and efficiently reassemble the scattered deserters, defeated generals, and stragglers—this is the truth of the 'Immortal Starlight'!"

Rumba exhaled hard through his nose, as if to exhale twelve years of resentment: "King Nunn still complains so vigorously that we have dragged him back from the war: because of the unbridled mouth of that boy at Pefitt, Nunn even ordered his grandfather to abdicate as punishment—I sometimes wonder: maybe we did drag him back compared to the other side." ”

Leko's face was heavy, and he looked at the square table in a daze, thoughtful.

"If that's what you're talking about," Ronnie frowned, "the Stars have good legion logistics...... Still not enough to convince us. ”

Rumba curled the corners of his mouth and sneered faintly.

His laughter was filled with disdain, contempt, mockery, and a hint of anger.

Rumba slowly rose from his seat, his figure projected into the center of the hall like a glacial bear that had just woken up.

"You think that's all?"

"Your territory is no closer to the stars than I am," Rumba pressed his sword, his eyes fierce "Do you know what I have seen in the past ten years?"

Trudida narrowed her eyes.

A faint uneasiness rose from his heart.

Aletheus exhaled deeply.

Ronnie resisted the urge to interrupt and waited quietly for Rumba's words.

"No," Grand Duke Heisha's face was hideous, and his tone was terrifying: "The immortal starlight is just a scale of the dragon, a corner of the galaxy. ”

"I don't know when it will start ......"

"That's how their whole kingdom works. ”

Archduke Leko stared at Rumba's face, listening to his words, and there was an inexplicable panic in his heart.

It's all like this, it works?

This is......

What do you mean?

I adjusted the chapter names of the past few days again.

Okay, it's almost dawn, and I'm going to sleep.

Looks like fishing is going to be going back tomorrow.

(End of chapter)

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