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Losing the advantage of the waterway, it is almost impossible to bring a well-equipped army to Tiersburg.

And Baron Marais's strategy is also very simple, just implement the word "drag", dragged until the residents in the capital can no longer endure hunger and riot, his political and military goals have been achieved...

The first thousand and 120 chapters and four counterattacks

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty! Something is wrong! Those damn bastards! They actually gathered together to launch a rebellion and captured Tilsburg. According to the news sent by the fleeing merchants, almost all the food and necessities transported to the capital were forcibly Detention. It took less than half a day for the news to come back, and the price of all food had tripled. If this rate continues, the entire city will be in famine within three days."

A bureaucrat who was promoted from the bottom rushed into the palace in a panic, shouting out of breath.

He looked so nervous at the moment, as if the sky was about to fall and the end of the world was coming.

But it's no wonder, after all, he was born at the bottom of the society, and he understands how terrible things will happen if he falls into a famine better than any nobleman.

At that time, driven by hunger and death, all desperate civilians will rise up and either be killed by heavily armed soldiers, or rush into all places where they think there is food.

In contrast, those nobles who watched coldly were extremely calm, as if they didn't take this crisis seriously.

You must know that for the nobles who remain neutral for the time being, no matter whether the rebellion succeeds or not, they can get enough benefits from it.

If they fail, they can complete a bloodless expansion by devouring the wealth and land accumulated by the rebellious families for generations or even dozens of generations.

But if they succeed by luck, they will be able to overthrow the queen who sits on the throne and does not represent her own interests, and restore the good old days when the royal family and the nobles ruled together.

As for the untouchables at the bottom of the dead point, they are like mice anyway, no matter how many people die, they will increase rapidly as the situation stabilizes.

Looking at the ugly faces of these vassals, Vilia kept sneering in her heart.

After a while, she pretended to be careless and asked, "Oh? Rebellion? Didn't those guys voluntarily give up their titles and territories of nobility and prepare to seek refuge with foreign monarchs? Could it be that they suddenly changed their minds?" ?”

"Your Majesty, according to the usual practice, the royal family should send an envoy quickly to ask what happened." A nobleman stood up and proposed.

No need to ask, he knew that he was trying to buy time for the rebels.

"Emissary? A group of civilians captured my land and tried to cut off the food supply of the kingdom's capital. You still want me to send an envoy?" Vilia's tone changed suddenly, and a sharp knife-like light shot out from her eyes.

"I... I'm so sorry! I forgot that they are no longer nobles!" The man with the goatee shivered suddenly, bent down and bowed to hide his true intentions.

Vilia is not a fool, she understands that from the day she intends to centralize power, she has already stood on the opposite side of all nobles.

These guys standing in the palace hall are not so much vassals, but potential enemies, and moths that must be cleaned up in the future.

After figuring this out, she ordered without hesitation: "Call the army immediately and take back Tillsburg for me within three days. Remember, all participants and their families must be punished as treason. The main culprit and male heirs were all hanged, all property was confiscated, and all female members were exiled."

boom!

"Your will is our order!" The old man standing on the right side of the hall stood up and slapped the solid breastplate vigorously.

As one of the few generals in the army who climbed up from the bottom bit by bit, he knew very well that his queen needed a brilliant victory to prove himself. kingdom.

Therefore, there must be no mistakes in this war. Not only must there be no mistakes, but it must be won quickly and steadily, so that everyone can be deterred.

Of course, after personally experiencing the war of violence not long ago, he also has full confidence in the army under him, and he doesn't think that a mere group of mobs can resist the frontal crushing of the army of steel puppets.

It doesn't take much, as long as there is a battle in the open terrain, those low-level soldiers will flee in all directions because of the collapse of morale.

"Very good! Go, my general, go and bring me back the leaders of the rebels. I will cut off their heads with my own hands, and then hang them on the top of the city for every subject to see. What will happen if you dare to provoke me? What." After finishing speaking, Vilia stood up and drew out her sword, and handed it to the old man as a symbol of military power.

Without saying a word, the latter knelt down on one knee before striding forward, and took the king's sword studded with gold, silver and jewels with both hands.

From the beginning to the end, neither of them paid any attention to those great nobles with countless titles, including Duke Bronhilda, who had been the commander-in-chief of the three armies for a long time,

Fortunately, the duke's self-cultivation is not bad, at least there is no contempt or contempt on the surface.

When watching the lucky man who climbed from soldier to general step by step leave the court to gather the army, another duke finally couldn't help but asked: "Your Majesty, are you sure you want a man who has only commanded two local battles?" The guy leading the army alone?"

"Why, is there a problem? Or, do you think my army is not enough to destroy those rebels?" Vilia narrowed her eyes and asked with a smile.

Her attitude was clearly filled with anger, anger towards the entire noble class.

If it weren't for the fact that she didn't have enough talents to manage the country, she would definitely let these bastards who are full of the concept of family interests first go as far as they can.

"No, what I mean is that you should send at least a few nobles with you. You must know that disintegrating an alliance from within is the best way. You only need a few nobles as lobbyists, and promise to some of them who are willing to get lost Good thing, you can quell the rebellion at the least cost." The Duke undoubtedly felt the disgust coming to his face, but he still explained calmly.

He understood that the rebellion had turned the young Queen against the entire noble class.

But so what?

Look at the civilians promoted from the bottom, how many of them can replace the nobles to hold important positions?

So far, none.

That's right!

this is the truth!

brutal reality!

Even if the young queen knows it, she can't do anything about it!

It's okay to have grievances, just find a time to vent it and you'll be fine.

Anyway, as they grow older, impulsive young people will always become stable, gradually realize the irreplaceable importance of nobles, and finally reach some kind of cooperation agreement.

When this mighty queen dies, everything will go back to the way it was...

The first thousand and 120 chapters and five royal powers

"Bastard! What the hell do these damned guys want to do? Do you think I really don't dare to do anything to them, so I have no fear?"

Just after the parliament was dissolved and returned to the bedroom, Vilia couldn't help venting the irrepressible anger in her heart.

But she does have enough reasons to be angry, especially those who keep saying that they are thinking about the interests of the kingdom, but in fact they are constantly digging the foundation of the country, trying to hold power for generations through blood and huge network of relationships, and do not give it to the lower classes at all. The people have a chance to stand out.

What's even more frightening is that in order to ensure that future generations have the same hereditary rights as themselves, they did not hesitate to use high-sounding guises to exonerate those rebels who should have been executed, and tried to pardon some of them, just to prevent more and more Many rights are centralized.

At times, the young queen was a little envious of her enemies and rivals.

At least Kerwin, who has established absolute ruling authority through terror, violence, and massacre, never has to worry about these internal struggles.

The reason is very simple. Anyone who dared to resist or secretly sabotage had already been chopped into meat and fed to the dogs along with the whole family.

Under the constant threat of violence and death, the administrative management system under the tyrant has maintained an unimaginable cleanliness and efficiency.

Of course, this does not mean that those guys who climbed up by relying on military exploits are honest, but there are too many ways to obtain a lot of wealth in a short period of time, such as killing all the male heirs of the enemy, and then occupying their land, *, even those young and beautiful female members.

In short, having tasted the surge in wealth brought about by plundering at almost zero cost, they no longer care about the benefits obtained through embezzlement, bribery and misappropriation of materials.

What's more, doing so may also offend the increasingly moody tyrant. It is far less enjoyable to wait for the next war and kill the enemy.