Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 52: 0 year chess game (on)

"He? Mindis III?" Grand Duke Ronnie shook his head with a smile, "Is he the threat you call?"

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

Rumba looked at Duke Ronnie coldly.

The look in his eyes makes the latter very uncomfortable.

Grand Duke Lecco sat down at the brown-black rectangular table again and coughed specifically.

After a few seconds, Rumba finally turned his head.

"Most people, including you, may think that he is mediocre, even a little cowardly," Duke Heisha snorted softly, "Don't worry, I thought so when I was a kid."

His eyes were cold: "Mindise Canxing III."

Trudida, who has been looking at Lombard, couldn't help being surprised.

That look...

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

Rumba took a deep breath and looked at Olesiu.

"Do you know him? This so-called ‘Xianjun’?" Heisha asked indifferently.

Several princes frowned almost simultaneously.

"Bachelor Costa mentioned it a long time ago, not many." Ronnie squinted his eyes and recalled the years of the study: "But I heard that he hasn't done any major things."

Rumba's eyes moved, and then he snorted coldly: "Nothing serious?"

"I don't have any impression of him. It is said that the Fourth Continental War was dragged on by various diplomatic means," Ronnie replied indifferently: "The king who can do nothing--even on the stars is rare."

Rumba's expression remains unchanged.

"I heard that he is a weak king and compromises with his vassals everywhere," Trudida rubbed his chin, thoughtfully: "For example, the so-called high aristocratic council, and the state council, It was all left by him-turning the Fuxing Palace into a noisy market, which not only reduced efficiency, but was also unsightly."

"That's it?" Rumba raised his eyebrows: "Nothing?"

"He promoted a large number of people to manage his own territory, and he especially liked appointing officials from among the low-ranking nobles," Grand Duke Lecco thought about: "He even made detailed regulations for this-thus offending a lot of hereditary. High vassal in official positions."

Olesiu frowned and answered: "Father used him as an example to warn us to be careful with merchants-I heard that Mindis III borrowed money from merchants to pay for finances, and even had to issue a franchise to cover debts. , So the nobles laughed behind him as the merchant’s'servant king'."

Rumba sighed long.

"This is the "Xianjun" in your impression?"

The princes reacted differently: Trudida shrugged, Ronnie still had a cold face, and Olesiu had questions.

Only Grand Duke Lecco, a pair of cloudy eyes glowed with strange and special emotions.

"The prisoner from twelve years ago, Ullard told me," Rumba lowered his eyes, as if sighing: "He used to be a small tax collector in the North. He was called up as a grain officer during the war. It is a small tax collector who is responsible for the transportation of luggage during the war, especially in the army in the south and center of the stars."

Rumba opened his eyes suddenly.

"But whether it is a tax collector or a food inspector, these positions need to pass an ‘assessment’ to get—the tax collector must be proficient in arithmetic and distinguish accounts."

Before the sceptical faces of the princes, the words of the prince Heisha continued, with a vicissitudes of tone: "Even a noble person, who cannot pass such a test, is not qualified to be an official."

"What did you say?"

Trudida said with some confusion: "Assessment?"

Rumba nodded.

"Very unfamiliar, isn't it?" Duke Heisha said coldly, "I bet that, except for being punished in the study for not being able to recite a certain family motto in your childhood, you will never hear this word again in your life. ."

Several princes were slightly startled.

"But this is the food inspector in the Celestial Army," Rumba took a deep breath, with fear and solemnity in his eyes: "Not only that."

"There are also military judges, clerical officers, logistics officers, medical officers...too many, I can’t remember clearly." At that moment, Rumba’s expression became ugly, as if thinking of something Bad past: "When they are not at war, they are all professional officials with fixed jobs and have undergone specific assessments-military judges must be familiar with the laws and distinguish right from wrong, clerical officers must be proficient in procedures and identification information, and logistics officers must This material is well known..."

Trudida interrupted him.

"I know what you are talking about," the Grand Duke of the Reconstruction Tower rolled his eyes and raised his eyebrows slightly: "You mean the backbone of the Star Legion are composed of these literate and knowledgeable people? So They can regroup so quickly..."

"Shit," Rumba replied unceremoniously, choking the rest of the words of Grand Duke Trudida in his throat: "Most of our Exeter officers are also nobles. Can read poems, and some can recite a sentence or two from the temple."

"But what can they do when they are sent to the army to lead that group of country recruits?"

Grand Duke Lecco knocked on the square table lightly and looked across the table with Rumba.

"So what you are talking about is," the old man said softly: "The key to the immortality of the Star Legion is these unremarkable little officials?"

Rumba glanced at the other three princes.

"I remember my uncle Kaslan. When I was young, I often heard him boast about how versatile the Blade Guard is—strict and cruel training, so that they can serve from death squads, messengers, logistics, scouts to prisoners Wait for almost every position."

"A rare elite in the world."

The Grand Duke Heisha immediately turned his head:

"So, whenever the war began and countless soldiers were called up, the king would use his blade guard and the nobles loyal to him to fill positions ranging from low-ranking officers to guard commanders—like We grand princes send guards and cronies to various positions, are you all familiar with this scene?"

Rumba tilted his head, and his vicissitudes of life were dimmed by the fire.

"And where's the celestial army?" he said flatly.

The hearts of the princes suddenly tightened.

Just listen to Lombard's thick and heavy voice, resounding in the hall:

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

"The food inspector is only responsible for calculating figures and delivery, the logistics officer is only responsible for distributing materials, the military judge is only responsible for beheading according to the law and order, and the clerical officer is responsible for coordinating communication..."

"They only understand and can only do the one thing at hand. They have a clear division of labor, each perform their duties without interfering with each other, and they don't need to be held back by the cronies sent by the king or the prince."

"The logistics and management of the enlistment do not need to be temporarily determined by the people sent from above, and it will not be completely changed because of the change of a certain coach."

Rumba slapped on the table, eyes burning.

Staring at the great princes was unhappy.

"Can you imagine?"

Rumba gritted his teeth with a grim expression: "We Northlanders—no, almost all armies in the world—we have recruited soldiers from territories to fight for hundreds of years. Familiar confidants and guards, that is, the vassals under them, go to discipline the big-headed soldiers, pay for food and equip them, chop their heads, chop wood, and cut prisoners, right?"

"What you said is a process that the standing professional army has time and effort to refine," Grand Duke Ronnie put down his tight arms, frowning and retorted: "The victory or defeat lies in the battlefield. At the moment of close combat, instead of spending energy on these personnel and offending countless vassals, it’s better..."

Rumba suddenly raised his head and glanced at the Grand Duke of Qiyuan City.

He shook his head contemptuously in his heart.

"Yes, in the war, these are trivial but irresistible incidents for the war," Rumba said with patience and patience, despite his disdain. A professional army that has experienced many battles can gradually learn, get used to, and become familiar with it after years of battle, and form its own military traditions and rules, such as the Blade Guard and Glacier Watch."

But the Grand Duke Heisha immediately changed his expression: "But the Starlight Legion is also a levy group!"

Ronnie's face froze.

"But this is how it works: the efficiency of logistics and transportation is more than twice that of ours, the reorganization of personnel is easy, the maintenance of military discipline is well organized, the rewards and punishments are clear, and there are clear rules from offensive to retreat."

Rumba swept across every grand prince with solemn and solemnity, looking at their faces either in disbelief or amazement:

"It’s these messy things, the group of baby soldiers we’ve never looked down upon, weak and weak, and newly recruited baby soldiers are doing countless times better than us-so they can follow A set of procedures and habits with its own rules, immediately continue logistics, regroup, and restore combat power in a short time."

Rumba took a deep breath, his expression ugly.

"Twelve years ago, in the days in the back, I listened to Peffert's trash chattering about the injustice they encountered every day," the grand prince Heisha's eyes burst into anger: "'Why are we always beacon City?', that little kid can only curse like this."

Olesiu and Trudida looked at each other, feeling the anxiety 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, just because of the several raids by Horace Canxing, the supply line that we have done our best to maintain is in urgent need, even the fortress. The siege had to stop."

"He also couldn't see: After we got rid of the Star Butcher, how long did it take us to redeploy manpower, arrange routes, raise food and grass, and reorganize logistics with difficulty in the aristocracy's excuses and the perfunctory efforts of various forces. , To deliver war nourishment to the front lines."

"He can't even see: At the same time, taking the Southern Star Legion as an example, the desperate Star People are still orderly and continuously arranged under high pressure through ordinary officials who specialize in it all the year round. The next replenishment of the army, the next replenishment, the next resting place, the next assembly point, quickly and efficiently regroup the disbanded deserters and the stragglers-this is the truth of the immortal star! "

Rumba exhaled fiercely from his nose, as if he was about to exhale all the anger of the twelve years: "King Nunn kept complaining that we dragged him back in the war: just because of that kid of Peffert. With a big, unobstructed mouth, Nunn even ordered his grandfather to abdicate as punishment-I sometimes think: maybe compared to the other side, we might have dragged him back."

Lyco's face is heavy, he looks at the square table blankly, thinking.

"If this is what you want to say," Ronnie frowned. "The Stars have a good legion logistics operation...still far from enough to convince us."

Rumba curled his mouth and sneered slightly.

His laughter was full of disdain, contempt, sarcasm, and faint anger.

Rumba slowly stood up from his seat, and his figure was projected into the center of the hall like a glacier bear that had just woken up.

"Do you think this is all?"

"None of your territory is closer to the stars than I am," Rumba pressed his saber, his eyes were fierce: "You know, in the past ten years, what have I seen?"

Trudida narrowed his eyes.

The faint anxiety rose from his heart.

Olesiu let out a deep breath.

Ronnie endured the urge to interrupt~IndoMTL.com~ quietly waiting for Rumba's words.

"No," Duke Heisha's face was grim, and his tone was terrifying: "The immortal star is just a scale of the dragon, the light of the galaxy."

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

"Their entire kingdom works like this."

Grand Duke Lecco stared at Rumba's face, listening to his words, there was an inexplicable panic in his heart.

It's all like this, it works?

This is...

What do you mean?

The chapter names of the past few days have been adjusted again.

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

It looks like we will be fishing again tomorrow.

(End of this chapter)