Warhammer Throne

"What's wrong? Ryan?"

"Your Majesty, what happened?"

Mogiana, Bertrand and Davu who were present almost all asked.

"Two news." Ryan held up the letter, the Knight King thought for a while, and then said: "First, Von Zhukov Castle has fallen, except for Oleg Von Zhukov who led eight thousand people to escape. The castle retreated towards Wolfenburg, and all the remaining imperial troops were killed in battle. Marshal Oster Model committed suicide. Even Oleg’s mother, the elector’s wife Ivana, died on the way to break through. Mortkin ordered a massacre across the territory of the Oster region. The entire castle was razed to the ground. The massacre continued until I received information. On the first day, 70,000 imperials and Mrs. Kiesler died in the massacre. In, it is said that the tomb of the ancestors of the von Zhukov family was dug up by Motkin... It seems that the rumor is not false, and Oleg did destroy his hometown during the Norsca Expedition."

"Army of Chaos, how much is there on Mottkin's road?" Mojana turned her head and asked Talleyrand.

"There are about... 100,000 people? My Highness, I'm just a messenger." Talleyrand shrugged, and he tried to make himself look humble as much as possible: "I spent a lot of energy here, please don't let me I am embarrassed."

"Your Majesty, if this is the case, the situation is very critical." The old guard commander Bertrand approached from behind: "If Mortkin does have such a deep hatred for Austerling, then we are almost certain that the next offensive The goal is Wolfenburg, Mr. Talleyrand, how many troops are still stationed in Wolfenburg?"

"Except for the backbone of the Bull Knights and the eight thousand remnants led by Oleg von Zhukov, there are only 30,000 recruits undergoing basic training. They can only advance by listening to the drums for the time being." Talleyrand Leaning on crutches: "I can divide them into three levels. Those who break out at the touch of a touch are considered superior, those who break out when they see the enemy are considered medium, and those who flee after hearing the wind are considered inferior."

"Very well, we must hurry up." Ryan nodded repeatedly, and then the Knight King held up the letter: "The second news is not very good. Steer led the news that the undead of Silvania had Unexpectedly, Manfred von Kastein, the last earl of vampire, was resurrected, and the armies of Steier and Ivey could not move."

"Once again, we can only rely on ourselves." Dawu said with disdain: "Mr. Talleyrand, can't you bring some good news?"

"I'm just a messenger, everyone." Talleyrand said humorously: "The objective facts will not be shifted by my personal will."

"Then it won't be your turn to deliver the letter, Talleyrand, I know what you are thinking about when you come here." Ryan raised his head, and the King of Knight looked at this high elf coldly, and finally couldn't help revealing it in Talleyrand. After making a little unnatural expression, Ryan let him go: "But now these are irrelevant. Now that you are here, go and assist with the logistics and munitions."

"Yes, your Majesty, leave it to me!" Talleylang immediately bowed and agreed, then limped away with a cane.

"What is he doing?" Morjana always felt that Talleyrand had arrived here with a weirdness.

"He is in a hurry to take the credit." Ryan sneered a few times, then shook his head: "What a cunning person, just like a fox, once he smells a little bit of smell, he immediately rushes to get a piece of the pie. "

"Take the credit?" Mogiana was waiting to say it, but Ryan motioned to go without saying. The Knight King asked Mogiana, Bertrand, and Davu to prepare. It's only the morning, and he will spend half a day inspecting the rice. Around Den Stanger, it's good to perfect the plan.

On the other side, Talleyrand, who came out of the hall of the earl’s castle, looked ugly. He knew that Ryan had seen through his careful thoughts.

The high elf from Osu’an really likes the human world and really wants to do something. Since he went to Nur, as Ryan’s special envoy, he has long sleeves and good dance. Brittany’s interests were exhausted. As the personal adviser of the empire and the spokesperson of Ryan, he not only assisted Emilia in the court struggle and continued victory, but also accumulated a lot of resources and not a small reputation.

But Talleyrand soon realized that these were not enough, not enough. He wanted to be among the core circle of the knight king's court, and he wanted to enter the decision-making circle, or at least have a place. It was far from enough, why not enough. ? To put it simply, there is no military merit in the cripple!

This can be seen from another bureaucrat, Beria. Beria is actually not a commander who is good at fighting. He and Talleyrand are essentially bureaucrats, but Beria has military merits! He followed Admiral Ivan all the way to the battle, and obtained excellent military exploits in the most important Bafeng Mountain Expedition. Only then did he find the opportunity to enter Len’s Dharma Eye and demonstrate his abilities, and finally became a Ugore. Recognized by the knight nobles!

To make a simple analogy, with military merit, how can Talleyrand get a retired treatment in the future! Without military merit, there will only be retirement benefits!

A word difference is a world of difference.

That’s why Talleyrand insisted on coming in person to deliver the letter. The **** with an extremely keen sense of smell knew that the war was imminent, and Ryan had proven how reliable he was through countless military miracles and brilliant victories, so Talleyrand had to come. Must personally come to condescend to deliver the letter, no matter whether he participated in the war or not, as long as he was in the barracks when the war started, there will be a mark of his merit on the medal of merit! The award of commemorative medals will also have his share!

"Okay, where do I start?" Talleyrand leaned on crutches and began to find his place. Soon, he discovered that the empire's quartermaster had a quarrel with the Britanian quartermaster, and the high elves soon Limping and approaching: "Gentlemen, stop, stop, I am the special envoy of the Knight King, De Talleyrand Maurice Bennister, do you have any questions for help?"

With the elegant demeanor and conversation of the high elves, rich knowledge, proficiency in the laws of various countries in the human world, and a deep understanding of human nature, it took only three minutes to successfully resolve the contradiction between the two parties. The two quartermasters even returned Apologized by shaking hands.

"The soldiers have a battlefield for soldiers, and I, Talleyrand, also have a battlefield that belongs to me."

…………I am the dividing line of retirement treatment…………

Just as Talleyrand wandered through Middenstang and relied on his role as the special envoy of the knight king to ease most of the contradictions and conflicts within the human coalition forces, Ryan and Mojana also started their own investigations, Ryan only brought I boarded a company of old guards, and Mogiana only took her twelve-man Holy Grail guards, and walked under the winter day of Midden collar. Although she came out to investigate, Mogiana Still very fond of this time to get along with Ryan, the Lake God Witch took a little time to put on a light makeup for herself, put on a long mermaid dress with a grey daisy moss pattern lapel collar, and a Lake God laurel crown on her head. The slits of the long skirt can faintly see the long pink legs wrapped in ultra-thin and smooth flesh-colored unicorn fleece pantyhose, and a pair of silky feet wearing creamy white pearl strap high heels, Mogiana riding The unicorns Hillfine and Ryan go hand in hand: "Does the Midden collar always snow like this in winter?"

"It's not just the Midden collar, but also Nord." Lane said with some nostalgia: "When I was at Nord, what I didn't like was winter, because it was snowing throughout the winter, it was too cold, and there was nothing to do. But my favorite thing is also winter. Winter means less slack and training. I like reading in front of the fireplace and eating apple pie made by my foster mother by the way."

"Is it apple pie? I'll make it for you next time." Mogiana was heartened, and she wanted to study how to make apple pie when she went back.

Everyone inspected the barracks where Midden led the army. Ryan looked at the food Midden led the soldiers and shook his head uncomfortably.

As we all know, the logistics of the Bretonian knightly army is provided by the empire, and mainly supplied by the south of the empire. Therefore, although ordinary soldiers' food is not very good, but barley bread + beer + stew with meat + a small amount of eggs There is an adequate supply of milk.

But the army led by Midden is not very responsible for the logistics of the southern empire. Boris's army, especially the ordinary conscript soldiers, eat brown bread + potatoes + cabbage porridge + broth with a little oily water, that's it. , And for the Midden leaders, who are born with a large appetite, their stomachs grow louder than the roar of wild beasts in the forest at night.

Conscripts are so cheap. The imperial nobles conscript them and take care of their meals, but they are very poor-quality food. For the northern part of the empire, there is no military pay for conscripts. Only when the mission and war goals are completed, the nobles will pay. Some rewards, and then pensions.

Such cheap conscripts are indeed the main force used by the Empire to lead and carry the line. They will use flesh and blood to resist the enemy's attack, delaying and resisting the enemy's attack for the swordsmen, musketeers, artillery, and Empire knights. .

"The pensions received by Nord and Midden are pitifully small. If a conscript is killed in battle, his family can receive a pension of about five to fifteen silver coins. The money is only enough to buy one...or half a goat or a sheep. It's okay." Ryan said to Mogiana: "But even so, nobles can still easily get a large number of conscripts, because the barren land in the north of the empire is destined to be insufficient to eat and not warm."

"Our pension is several times as much as theirs." Morgiana was thinking about other questions: "Are we set too high? Can we lower it appropriately?"

"We can't let the soldiers who sacrificed their lives for the country shed blood and tears." Ryan said painfully: "For the motherland, they throw their heads and shed blood, like knights, serfs, everyone, as the knight king, what I can do is Take care of their affairs."

"Your Majesty, the soldiers usually eat this kind of food to make a living, but the war is about to come, and if you eat this kind of food, tomorrow will not take two or three hours to start hungry." Bertrand walked behind Ryan and said actively: " Do we want to remind Boris the elector?"

"Boris should already be thinking of a way." Ryan took everyone out.

Sure enough, after spending more than forty minutes on the outskirts of the town, Ryan and the others met Boris and his party. The White Wolf Elector is leading a dozen White Wolf knights and a dozen Cheetah Knights (personal guards of the Elector’s family). Knight) and a small number of provincial soldiers. They were entering a farm. Boris noticed that some livestock and chickens and ducks were not slaughtered in the farm, so he immediately knocked on the door of the farm with someone.

The door of the dilapidated farmhouse opened, and a middle-aged woman walked out inside. She was wearing a turban and an animal skin cloak. She was wrapped tightly in a blue robe, her face was densely wrinkled, and her cheeks were loose. She held a handful in her hand. Pitchfork pointed directly at Boris: "Get out! Get out! Get out of me all, you mean dogs!"

"Madam." Boris was rather polite: "The war is coming, the soldiers need nutrition, we need to levy your livestock urgently, and we will compensate you for your loss at the same value afterwards, please..."

"You have livestock! Just ride under your ass!" The middle-aged peasant woman waved her pitchfork again and again, and her proficiency made Ryan in the distance not only think about how many Geralts could be taken with this set, but this rice The sturdiness of the peasant woman on the board is really scary. What needs to be emphasized is that she is not facing the Elector Boris alone, but facing dozens of heavily armed knights, but she still Maintain a violent and uncooperative attitude: "I want to give your soldiers extra meals and kill your horses!"

"Madam, slaughtering the war horse is the last resort, we can't do this." Boris tried to negotiate with the middle-aged peasant woman: "We will make up for your loss. I swear to Yurik, let your husband and children come out. I'll talk to them."

As soon as this statement was made, the atmosphere changed.

The middle-aged peasant woman opened her mouth, holding a pitchfork, tilting her head to 45 degrees, looking at Boris as if looking at a pile of garbage, she took a deep breath, tears in her eyes: "Husband Son? I tell you, noble lord, I have a husband and two sons! But the devil Boris Toddbringer! The soul from **** is pale! He wanted to win the war between him and the orcs, and they all The enlistment left and killed them! Now my old lady is alone! One person!!!"

Boris was stunned.

The Elector of White Wolf suddenly felt that his armor was heavy, his shield was heavy, and the weight of Rune Fang almost crushed him. Is he too old, too old to bear this kind of weight?

"Your Excellency, don't be familiar with this old woman, we can't delay too much time here!" At this time Boris's adjutant shouted: "Take the things directly, in the name of Yurik, we will compensate her for her loss afterwards! "

"Your Excellency?" The middle-aged peasant woman's face changed slightly. She looked at Boris Todd Blinger incredulously: "They call you the elector? Could it be that..."

"Madam, I am the devil." Boris's one eye was mixed with complicated painful emotions: "The soul from **** is light."

"Very good, very good! Elector elect, go to hell!" The middle-aged peasant woman stabbed the drafting fork directly, but as a sanctuary powerhouse, Boris was naturally not afraid of the pitchfork, so he directly opened the weapon with a shield: "Madam, your two sons...what are their names?"

"Miller, Thomas." The middle-aged peasant woman seemed to have given up. She said bitterly: "The eldest son went to the front at the age of 23, while the younger son was taken away at only 17 years old!"

"Miller, Thomas, they died in the war with the Beasts." Boris nodded slightly: "I assure you that their sacrifices allowed the empire to continue."

"They serve for you, but your trash makes them worthless to die. You trash, you don't mean to me as much as the cow dung in the backyard. Get out of here! Get out of me!" The young woman almost cried and told Boris to get out: "Otherwise, kill me!"

"Listen, ma'am!" Boris's attitude became tough, and the White Wolf elector said angrily: "Of course you have the right to get me out, but the war is about to come, the soldiers need nutrition! If you put livestock and poultry Lend it to us, and I assure you that I, Boris Toddbringer, will avenge your son!"

"Vengeance? Does that make sense? I know the recent news that the Empire is full of enemies! Chaos, Greenskins, Beastmen, everyone said we are over, Midden is over, and the empire is over!" The peasant woman retorted: " The empire is over!"

"No! The empire will not end! As long as there is a son of Urik alive, the empire will resist to the end forever!" Boris yelled tit-for-tat in his hoarse voice: "Your husband, your two sons, both The sacrifice of life for the empire is for the empire to continue to stand."

The iron gloves hammered the elector’s chest plate hard, his voice was rough and excited: "I can give my life for this too! All of us are giving our lives to defend the empire! There are counts every year. The leader of Qianmideng died in a battle to defend his homeland, and on the front line, millions of imperial people have died in the invasion of Chaos, we are all giving our lives, and you, madam, you can’t put livestock Loan us with poultry, so that the soldiers can eat a full meal before the war?!"

Cries echoed in the farm, and the middle-aged peasant woman put down her pitchfork. She shed tears, tears streaming down the widow’s weather-beaten cheeks, and finally frozen into ice beads by Midden’s winter.

"Take it, take it all, what do you think, take it all!"

"If you lose, even in hell, I will collect debts from you, I will collect debts from you, Boris Toddbringer, I will remember your words!"

This scene gave everyone a painful expression on their faces, but the imperial army did not stop. They quickly entered the farm to count the number of chickens, ducks, pigs, cattle, and sheep, and then took away most of them, leaving only the rest. A few hens.

"If you were in Brittany, Ryan, you would never be treated like this." Morgiana emphasized watching this scene: "The people love you very much. They have always been. The empires will only feel the war. Painful, but we are different."

"That's because I can always win and bring enough war dividends. Also, I don't over recruit civilians and cherish the power of the people. In most cases, the war has caused the civilians to suffer too much, whether it is from the enemy. Or... your own.” Ryan said towards Mogiana, Bertrand and Davu: “Therefore, we cannot fail. It is for these lovely people. We can never lose. You have to know that what you eat, It comes from the people who support us, and we will fight to protect them, to fight for peace, and to drive evil out of this land."

Everyone nodded.

"I didn't do the right thing at the time." Ryan then said to Morgiana: "I must have told you that I used to defeat the four-armed bull demon on Scarville Mountain. I only got a bottle of holy oil."

"Yeah." Morjana wanted to ridicule the stinginess of the White Wolf Church. It can be seen that in today's scene, she was speechless and could only respond indifferently.

"I didn't realize until far later that it was not that the White Wolf Church was unwilling to give it, but the barren land and harsh climate here meant that they could not pay enough compensation." Ryan's voice was very uncertain: "Just for Survive."

"It's just for human beings to survive in this dark world."

After inspecting the situation outside the town and making some arrangements, time passed quickly, and everyone rushed to rest.

In the early morning of the next day, the human army drove out of Miden Stanger.

The Beastman Greenskin Allied Forces have smelled the smell of human flesh and blood, and the three parties have entered a state of confrontation.

The horn resounded through the earth and the sky.

Since the Great Holy War, Midden led the largest general battle and began.