Realm of Power

"Surround up all the murderers who wounded Master Nessa!" The city guards, identified by the mercenaries, swarmed up and surrounded the barbarian archers and light cavalry. "Who are you? I don't know what's going on in Ziva. Cheze, is it against the law to injure a noble? "

"Who are you!" The fat man's face still smelled of alcohol. He looked at the city guards around him with an unhappy expression. He spread out his palms and the white thorn heraldry ring shone in the sun. "I am Marquis Dustan of Zivadin, do you want to punish me too?”

He had already forgotten about the beating last night. He was surrounded by a group of low-level city guards, which made Fatty very unhappy. If this wasn't Zhiva Cheze, Fatty would have gone berserk.

"My Lord Marquis Dustan!"

The city guards were obviously shocked, and even the mercenary who led the way turned pale with fright. The name "Marquis Dustin" is now in Riva Cheze, but it is the name that appears most frequently in street chats.

The deeds of the fat man from Samoer have long been associated with the turmoil in the Nisar family, and have spread in Zhiva Cheze. From the Falcon Territory to the defeat of the Kugits, the Zhiva Cheze people, who have always been conservative and proud, suddenly discovered that they were not far away from them. Far away in the Satsuma region, a A legendary epic is being staged. Everyone loves a hero, not to mention the peerless hero who turned the tide when the kingdom was in crisis. The dazzling white thorn flower heraldry, like a violent wind, swept through the hearts of the people of Zhiva Cheze, eclipsing all the wealthy families in the city.

This is a ruthless character who really defeated the Kugits. He is a big shot who can shake the whole south when he sneezes. The spears of tens of thousands of soldiers under his command can easily stab the Zhiva Cheze into a hornet's nest, leaving a team like him to be confused. If the city guards who have enough to eat come to take care of this man, aren't they looking for death themselves?

The captain of the city guard looked at the mercenary with resentment in his eyes. This pockmark is not pockmarked, this is called cheating. If he had known he was such a man, he would not have come even if he gave him more money. The captain of the city guard quickly saluted respectfully. "Your noble Lord Marquis, I think this must be a misunderstanding!"

"Misunderstanding!" The fat man glanced at the captain of the city guard with dissatisfaction. The captain of the city guard was so frightened that he broke out in cold sweat. The fat man didn't want to be too fussy with such a small person, not to mention there were business matters to be done now. He waved his hand, "Since it is a misunderstanding, this time Forget it, I don’t want to be harassed anymore! "

"Yes, I understand." The city guard captain wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and a group of city guards immediately took the mercenary away.

"Elder Tofila, what do you think of my proposal?" The fat man continued to mobilize Tofila with a flattering look on his face. He was already planning the formation of the barbarian long archers. The fat man looked at the hesitant Tofila and continued to add weights. "As long as the Sanwa people are willing to move to Fulundi, I can exempt you from land tax and give you the mountains and forests there as hereditary land. No nobles or lords have the right to take it back, but you must also bear a certain amount of land tax." responsibility"

"Finally here!" Tofila had long thought that this matter was not that simple. Fatty Samoer must be so eager, so he must have some conspiracy, but the swamp was making a clanging sound. Thinking of the fat man's question just now, he couldn't help but said in embarrassment, " Sir, we Ciwa tribe have never crossed the Great Swamp, we really don’t know what’s going on on the other side!”

"Misunderstood!" The fat man said with a generous smile, "I don't need you to cross the Great Swamp. As citizens of the territory who do not pay taxes, you are obliged to provide me with 2,500 longbowmen as military service. This condition should not be demanding! "

"2,500 longbowmen!" Tofila blinked. In the Ciwa tribe with 100,000 people, 2,500 longbowmen can be said to be too many or too few. This is a big issue related to the entire tribe. Naturally, To ask more clearly, according to the descriptions of the merchants, Tofila asked, "Are the people we provide the same treatment as your Samoan soldiers, such as military merit awards, land rewards, and title promotions?"

"Of course it's the same. There is no discrimination in our Samor!" The fat man has already felt that Tofila is tempted. His longbow squadron is about to fall into his pocket. At this time, he needs to add another fire. "Not only is it listed above Under the same conditions, I can also let you Ciwa people be the commanders of this longbow squadron."

"In that case, that's great." Elder Tofila finally made up his mind, and the general direction was determined. Then there were some details. The fat man agreed to pay 10,000 gold coins in advance to the Ciwa tribe and let them drive in Riva. Then he bought food to facilitate the long journey, and promised that when he returned to Zhivadin, he would first go to the southern swamp to join the migrating army of the Sanwa tribe, and then go to Samoer together.

The Ciwa tribe promised to send 500 long archers to Fatty's army for military formation training first. The commander was tentatively named Kesastai. The follow-up personnel would arrive with the large army. The last two people signed this agreement on the table in the tavern. A contract of great historical significance,

This represents the beginning of the expansion of Samoer power to surrounding ethnic minorities, laying a solid foundation for the opening of new commercial channels. It is known in history as the "Rivacheze Alliance"

The fat man returned to the branch of the Business Alliance in Riva Cheze from the tavern with satisfaction. The biggest gain from this trip to the south was to win over the Tsiva tribe, which was far beyond the fat man's expectation when he started to prepare to come and cause trouble.

The thorn-tile long archers who can penetrate knight armor at a distance of 100 meters are not only the natural nemesis of Kujit heavy cavalry, but also the devil of the kingdom's knights. These will be the extremely sharp arrows in the Samor army.

With the thornwa long archers, the heavily armored knights with less than 1,000 people were all targeted for slaughter.

The knights are different from the cavalry. Not only are they well-equipped, the armor is difficult to penetrate, but they also have superb combat skills. However, training is not easy and it often takes several years or even more than ten years to take shape. It’s not like Fatty has never thought of forming a team of heavily armored knights. , but the harsh conditions forced Fatty to give up.

"Since you can't have it, then get rid of it!"

In Fatty's mind, the last flaw in the Samoer army formation was about to disappear because of the Sanwa longbow squadron. Behind the group of thunder cannons and crossbows, there would be a hidden sharp arrow that would tear apart the enemy who finally approached the army formation. broken

Through this trip to Riva Cheze, Fatty has already felt the strong aristocratic atmosphere of Riva Cheze. The rich culture has made the Dardanelle family successful, but it has also made it difficult for the Dardanelle family who is trying to reform. Cultural patterns and cognitive thoughts cannot be changed by a more enlightened competitive competition.

It won't be the first time someone like Xusaste is attacked by a noble, and it definitely won't be the last one.

"Poor Dardanelle family, this is probably a cocoon for themselves."

The fat man sighed and once again set his sights on the upstart private armies in Kyoto, the kingdom. Judging from the constant military reports coming from the front, as the Kugits retreated north, the mobilization of private armies became more and more frequent. , in the west of Volundy County, a private army of 20,000 nobles has been assembled, and the atmosphere of war has become increasingly intense.

"Is Salon's match over?" Because he was drunk yesterday, Fatty missed Salon's promotion match today. "It's over, Lord Salon..." The guard at the door hesitated to speak.

"He lost?"

"Yes, Master Salon lost to a glorious swordsman named Chicohuli in today's promotion match. Captain Salon only suffered a minor injury, but the opponent also had his left arm chopped off. In the end, the referee It’s so unfair to judge Chicohuli as the winner!”

"Oh, really?" The fat man frowned. It was obvious that the Dardanelle family had tampered with this competition. "Tomorrow should be the finals, so I can see who this Chicohuli is." !”