Succubus' Manor

Chapter 240

Kleist is on horseback, and he wears a riding outfit with a jacket and trousers that are separated instead of his everyday tunic.

Behind him was a mighty army. In addition to the human race, the demon race also participated, and the dwarves were also the main force. The artillery company brought by Chi Yan finally had a place to use.

With Kleist and the Mozu around, there is no need to pay attention to any tactics at all, just go on a rampage.

"Those who surrender will not be killed, remember?" Kleist ordered more than a dozen instructors, "Whoever kills those who surrender will deduct the money."

The instructors quickly stated: "We remember!"

The soldiers who were originally stationed in the city where the little lord was located are now full of energy, and they are all waiting to make military exploits.

They just learned from the chief yesterday that their lord is now the king of Kentis, and they are the king's soldiers, and they can reach the sky in one step if they make military exploits.

The algorithm of military merit is to look at the number of enemies killed and captured.

Soldiers have no other skills, they have been learning how to fight for several years.

If they can't even fight well, they might as well go home and eat grass.

Silla is also in the infantry. Although she is a short female dwarf, no one will underestimate her. She has a jumping ability that ordinary humans do not have, and is second to none even in the group. In addition, she has great strength and strong muscles. It can play a big role-let's put it this way, even if she is injured, as long as she tenses her muscles, she can slow down the bleeding of the wound.

They hurried and hurried, and finally arrived at the holy city at night, and quickly determined the place where Flando's soldiers set up camp.

"The artillery is ready!" Achill waved his knife, and the artillery immediately began to set up the thrower.

They improved the thrower again. It used to be a big slingshot, and now it has the prototype of a cannon. They also improved the explosives so that the explosives have greater thrust.

Artillery is the worst individual combat capability of all arms, but no one will underestimate them.

As long as they are given the tools, they can defeat a hundred with one.

Achill swung his knife again: "The cavalry is ready!"

The cavalry reined in their reins with serious faces, but their bodies were leaning forward, eager to try.

Kleist raised his arms.

All eyes were on him—on him almost fanatically.

The soldiers of course support Chi Yan, but supporting Chi Yan is different from worshiping Kleist. They support Chi Yan because they are convinced, but worship Kleist because of Kleist's strong force value.

Most people admire the strong, what the strong do is right, even if it is not right, it is just a little regrettable.

Kleist waved his hand, gripped the horse's belly, and rushed out first.

The instructors and cavalry followed closely behind.

The battery of artillery also fired shells at the camp of the Flanders at this time.

The lethality of these shells is still limited, just a little bit better than before, at least they won't explode in the sky.

But the deterrence is huge. When it explodes, the sound and vision will give people the illusion of spinning.

And Chi Yan stood on the balcony at the highest point of the palace, looking at the fire outside the city.

He regrets that he can't fight, but he really can't.

It may be because he hasn't even killed a chicken so far. Without the first time, it is difficult to do his own psychological work.

Ryan put a coat on Chi Yan, and said in Chi Yan's ear, "Duke Joels wants to go for a walk."

Now the only person in the castle who can be called Joles is the former queen, Chi Yan: "Let people follow her and see where she is going."

Ryan: "Yes."

After Ryan left, Just came up again.

Juster has come to Chi Yan several times every day for the past two days, as if if he doesn't come, Chi Yan will forget him.

Chi Yan also knew that he was impatient and was willing to appease a talent like Juster.

But the problem is that Just is a talent who is only suitable for doing things. Let him take care of people's livelihood and make things happen. The difficulty is about the same as letting a newborn piglet climb Mount Everest.

"I know you're impatient." Chi Yan said to Juster, "I've already made arrangements for you to go."

Just said with joy on his face, "Your Majesty..."

Chi Yan: "I want to build a picket. From now on, there will be no nobles, only my officials. The officials will control the civilians, and you will control the officials."

Just's face was flushed, and his breathing became short of breath.

Chi Yan patted him on the shoulder: "I know how much you have done. You are a hero, and I will not treat you badly."

Chi Yan glanced at Juster again: "This position is very powerful and dangerous. There will be countless people who want to bribe you and join them to fight against me. You can control the speed of this by yourself, but once I find out, You should know what's going to happen to you."

Just almost patted his chest to reassure Chi Yan. He licked his lips and said seriously: "Your Majesty, I will never let down your trust in me. Money is not important to me."

Chi Yan believed in this. If Juster only needed to be rich and famous, then he could have done it when he was with the queen before, and he would have turned his back on it long ago.

People like Just need a bigger stage, they have been showing themselves all their lives, and without a stage, they would rather die.

Chi Yan smiled at Juster: "Are you at ease now? Take a look outside with me?"

Just smiled sheepishly.

He felt that the lord was becoming more and more stable, and only when he was by Kleist's side would he show a little of his previous appearance.

Chi Yan continued to look at the flames outside the city, while Juster said beside him, "Your Majesty, we will definitely win."

Chi Yan nodded: "I know."

Just said: "I don't think there are many things that can be done this winter."

Chi Yan: "Let's get through this winter first. You have people deliver all the food I bought before."

Just lowered his head slightly and said, "We don't have much money in our hands."

This was within Chi Yan's expectation. Before he cut off the business route and bought food at a high price from the merchant, he should have spent all he could spend.

Chi Yan was very rich before, and sugar and wine brought huge benefits. These two items are more expensive than gold, and they are all monopolized by Chi Yan. As for the income from taxes and other daily necessities and agricultural and sideline products, they are not very large, but they are very stable.

The previous few waves of truncations had indeed reduced Chi Yan's money significantly.

But after taking the holy city, there is nothing to spend money on.

The Stettin merchant and his own caravan brought a lot of things, including linen cotton clothes and charcoal, as well as the grain he cut, enough for the people in the Holy City to survive this winter.

"No hurry." Chi Yan said, "My gold is almost used up, and there is still a lot in the palace."

"After spring begins, Kleist will lead troops to take back those cities. There should be a lot of castles in those cities. It won't be a big problem for most civilians to survive until the harvest season."

Just: "Na Wright..."

He now regards Wright as his competitor, and wants to compare with the other party at any time and push Wright down.

Chi Yan: "Just, I don't think there is anything wrong with your competition, but you have to speak for yourself with your results, especially you, don't always mention Wright in front of me."

Just quickly lowered his head, and said dryly, "Your Majesty... I'm not..."

Chi Yan glanced at him: "Don't let me say the same thing to you a second time."

Just didn't dare to say again: "Yes."

Chi Yan: "Get back."

Just bowed his head and stepped back.

When only Chi Yan was left on the balcony, Chi Yan leaned against the pillar and sighed. He felt that the next 100 years would not be easy for him. This reminded him of the ancient emperors who were prostituted by ministers during the day and prostituted by concubines at night. Well, there are many people who died of overwork after sleeping only four hours a day, but there are also emperors who have not been in court for decades, regardless of state affairs, and have thrown them all to the cabinet. They have enjoyed it for a lifetime, and finally died.

He knew he had to be the former, but envied the latter.

I hand over the work to others every day, and I go out to eat, drink, and have fun, and I don’t even have to worry about the heirs.

Although the common people liked the previous emperor.

But obviously only as a person, the latter emperor lived happier.

Chi Yan let out a breath of steam and rubbed his hands.

I don't know how many people Kleist and the others can capture this time. These prisoners can just repair the city walls and clean the streets. By the way, some dilapidated houses will be demolished and rebuilt, and the streets will also need to be re-planned.

Kleist on the battlefield suddenly turned his head and glanced in the direction of the palace, but the knife in his hand didn't stop.

Compared with the knife, Kleist is more comfortable with his own dagger, but on the battlefield, the dagger is not as effective as the knife.

What's more, he led soldiers, and then took his own dagger, jumping up and down on the battlefield to wipe the enemy's neck?

That's outrageous, and Chi Yan will definitely nudge him when he goes back.

In the past two years, Chi Yan has been reticent to the outside world, but has become more and more nagging towards him.

It may also be because there are fewer people around Chi Yan who can talk.

Kleist was distracted thinking that since the holy city had been captured, Stettin's side must also be stable, so let someone bring the old housekeeper back after the beginning of spring.

Although the old man was a bit annoying and always liked to fight against him, he was loyal to Chi Yan, and besides himself, the old man should be the only one who dared to care about Chi Yan.

For Chi Yan's sake, the old man's annoyance could still be tolerated.

Kleist went straight to the enemy's hinterland like chopping melons and vegetables.

The Flanders lived in a place with a harsh climate, and they often fought. They were not frightened by the situation, but resisted even more tenaciously.

Kleist knew it was useless to ask them to surrender at this time.

They have to be frightened out of their guts.

Kleist raised the long knife and lifted the rein, and the black horse under his crotch raised his upper body, and he stood up.

There was a roar like a beast.

Even Chi Yan's soldiers were taken aback.

They watched helplessly as the group of ugly people joined the battlefield at an unbelievable speed without even holding a weapon.

Sira swallowed.

On the way here, the ugly man who asked her to borrow a handkerchief just jumped in and broke the neck of an enemy.

Sira's hands clenched into fists.

This ugly man...well... she actually thought he was a little handsome.