Power and Empire Chapter 108: Kyoto No. 1

"Enclose these murderers who wounded Master Nissa!" Under the identification of the mercenaries, the city guards swarmed up and surrounded the barbarian archers and light cavalry." Who are you? I don't know. In Jiva Cheze, is it against the law to injure the nobles?"

　　 "Who are you guys!" The fat man still smelled of alcohol on his face, looked at the surrounding city guards with an unpleasant expression, opened his palms, and the white thorns badge ring was shining in the sun. "I am the Marquis Dustan of Zhivadin, do you want to convict me too?"

　　 The beating last night was thrown out of the sky by him and surrounded by a low-level city guard, which made the fat man very uncomfortable. If this was not a Japanese car, the fat man would have gone violently.

　　 "Master Dustin Marquis!"

　　The city guard was obviously shocked, and even the mercenary who led the way paled with fright. The name "Marquis of Dustin" is now in the Shiva Chaze, but it is in the middle of the day. It is the name that appears most frequently when chatting in the streets.

　　 Fatty Satsuma’s deeds have long been accompanied by the uproar of the Nissah family, and it has spread in the Japanese car. From the falcon domain to the defeat of the Kujites, the conservative and proud Japanese people suddenly discovered that in In the Samor area not far from them, a legendary epic is being staged. Everyone loves heroes. What's more, when the kingdom is in crisis, the peerless hero who turned the tide, the dazzling white thorns badge, like a fierce wind, sweeping the Japanese car is human. Heart, eclipse all the giants in the city

　　 This is a ruthless character who really defeated the Kujites, a big man who sneezed, and the south will be shaken three times. With the spears of tens of thousands of soldiers, he can easily pierce the Shiva car into a hornet's nest and let himself be like this. A team of city guards who ate a lot of food came to take care of this lord, didn’t they look for death by themselves

　　 The captain of the city guard looked at the mercenary with resentment in his eyes. This pock is not a pock. This is a pitman. I had known it was such a master, even if he gave no more money, the captain of the city guard quickly respected him. Salute, "Your Honorable Marquis, I think this must be a misunderstanding!"

　　 "Misunderstanding!" The fat man glanced at the captain of the city guard dissatisfiedly. The captain of the city guard was scared in a cold sweat. The fat man didn't want to care too much with such a small person. Besides, there is still business to do, so he waved his hand, "Since it's a misunderstanding. , Forget it this time, I don't want to be harassed anymore! "

　　"Yes, the little one understands." The captain of the city guard wiped a cold sweat from his forehead, and a group of city guards immediately escorted the mercenaries away,

　　"Elder Tofila, what do you think of my proposal?" The fat man continued to mobilize Tofila with a flattering look. He was already planning the establishment of the barbarian archer. The fat man looked at Tofila who was hesitant. Continue to increase the weight." As long as the Claws are willing to migrate to Flundi, I can exempt your land tax, and use the mountains and forests there as hereditary land. No nobles and lords have the right to take it back, but you also Must bear certain responsibilities"

　　"Finally here!" Tofila had long felt that this matter was not that simple. Fat Samor was so eager and must be conspiring, but the swamp clanged poorly. Thinking of the fat man’s problem just now, he couldn’t help. Embarrassingly said, "My lord, we really didn't cross the swamp. We really don't know the situation on that side!"

　　 "Misunderstood!" The fat man smiled boldly, "I don't need you to cross the swamp. As citizens of the territory who do not pay taxes, you are obliged to provide me with 2500 longbowmen for military service. This condition should not be Be exact!"

　　 "2500 longbowmen!" Tofila blinked. In the 100,000 thornwa tribe, 2500 longbowmen said no more, no less, this is a big problem related to the entire tribe. Naturally, you have to ask more clearly. According to the descriptions of the merchants, Tofila asked, "Do the people we provide receive the same treatment as your Samor soldiers, such as military rewards, land rewards, and title promotion"

　　"Of course it’s the same. In our Samoa, there is no discrimination! "Fatty has already felt that Tofi is pulling his heart, and his longbow team is about to fall into his pocket. At this time, he needs to add another fire." Not only are the conditions listed above the same, I can also ask you to stab the tilemen to be the commander of this longbow team"

　　 "In this case, that would be great." Elder Tofila finally made up his mind. The general direction was determined. There are some detailed questions. The fat man promised to pay 10,000 gold coins in advance to the Tashiwa tribe so that they could stay in Riva carts buy food to facilitate the long journey. When returning to Rivadin, they promised to go to the southern swamp and join the Tsava tribe’s migrating army before heading to Samor.

The 　　 Thornwa tribe promised to send 500 longbowmen to the fat man’s army for military training. The commander is tentatively designated as Kesaster, and the follow-up personnel will follow the large army to arrive. The last two people are on the table in the tavern. Signed this historic contract,

　　 This represents the beginning of the expansion of the Samorian forces to the surrounding ethnic minorities, laying a solid foundation for the opening of a new commercial channel, and it is known as the "Riva Chess Alliance" in history.

　　 The fat man returned from the tavern to the branch of the business alliance in Riva Chaze with full experience. The biggest gain of this trip to the south is to win over the thornwa tribe, which is far beyond the fat man, and he is ready to come and make trouble Expectations,

　　The thorny longbowman who can wear knight armor at a distance of 100 meters is not only the natural nemesis of the Kujit heavy cavalry, but also the demon of the kingdom knights. This will be the extremely sharp arrow in the Samoran army.

　　With the thorn tile longbowman, the reloaded knights with less than a thousand people are the targets of the slaughter,

　　 The knights are different from the cavalry. Not only are they well-equipped, their armor is difficult to penetrate, but they also have superb combat skills. But training is not easy. It often takes years to more than ten years to form. Fat guys haven’t moved to form a heavy outfit. The knight’s idea, but the harsh conditions, had to make the fat man give up

　　 "Since you can't own ~IndoMTL.com~ then kill it!"

　　 In the fat man’s mind, the last defect of the Samorian army formation is about to disappear because of the thorn tile longbow squadron. Behind the thunder gun and crossbow group, there will be a hidden sharp arrow, which will finally rush towards the army formation. The enemy shredded

　　Through this trip to the Japanese car, the fat man has already felt the aristocratic atmosphere of the Japanese car. The rich culture has made the Dardanelles family, but it has also made it difficult for the Dardanelles who are trying to reform. , The fixed cultural model and cognitive thinking cannot be changed by a more enlightened competitive competition,

　　 It will not be the first and definitely not the last to be attacked by nobles like Xaster.

　　 "Poor Dardanelles, this is probably just a cocoon"

　　 Fatty sighed, and once again set his sights on the upstarts of the private army in the Kingdom of Kyoto. Judging from the continuous front line military reports, as the Kujites withdrew northward, the private army was more and more mobilized. Coming more and more frequently, in the west of Flandy County, a private army of 20,000 nobles has assembled, and the atmosphere of war has become more and more intense

　　"Saron's game is over?" Because he was drunk yesterday, the fat man missed today's Saron's promotion match. "It's over, Lord Saron..." The guard at the door wanted to say again. Stop,

　　 "He lost?"

　　"Yes, Lord Saron lost to a glorious swordsman named Chico Huli in the promotion match today. Captain Saron was only slightly injured, but the opponent was also chopped off his left arm. In the end, the referee decided that Chico Huli won, which is too unfair!"

　　"Oh, is that right?" The fat man frowned. It was obvious that the Dardanelles played tricks in this competition. "Tomorrow should be the finals, just so I can see, this Chico Huli Who is it!"