In fact, under the current situation, the first thing the kingdom must avoid is for Beiling's troops to backfire on itself.
Now, the Beiling troops have defeated tens of thousands of Susas troops. If they want to go south to question the King's City, it is only a matter of thought. When the time comes, what can I do to resist this rebellious Northridge Army?
You must know that I was wrong in the first place. I deducted Beiling's arms and passed them off as inferior. I allowed Susas troops to gather at the border, but I have been pretending to be deaf and dumb.
Under such a general premise, as long as Earl Fisherot exaggerates the situation within the army, the hostility to the kingdom will spread within the Northridge army, and it would be extremely easy for this army to seek justice.
Previously, the kingdom was simply confident in this kind of thing. They did not think that the Northridge Legion had the possibility of rebellion.
But now, the kingdom's troops have suffered heavy losses, and the Northridge Army has shown unprecedented tyranny. This problem has become serious.
You know, in the eyes of the king of the Kingdom of Wright, rebellion has never been the most terrifying thing, only rebellion that cannot be suppressed.
It is precisely because of this that the Prime Minister suggested that the envoy go to express condolences to Ronin Fisherot and listen to the latter's thoughts. It was just a euphemism for letting Fisherot make the request.
In fact, the translation of this sentence is: Let's find a doormat and go to Beiling quickly. Give Fischereau whatever he wants, and don't let him turn over the table in anger... Then, wait for the situation to calm down. , everyone returned to the card table and continued playing.
So, after hearing the prime minister's suggestion, the satisfied king immediately looked at the chubby minister standing in the corner.
The Kingdom's Minister of Construction, Boss, is sixty-two years old this year. He basically has no sense of presence on weekdays and is just a good old man.
He became the Minister of Architecture mainly because he had a good father, who got him the noble title of earl before he died.
So, at the age of 40, Bose became the Minister of Architecture of the Kingdom, and he has always been a mascot in the court.
When Boss saw Wright VII looking at him, he also looked panicked. He didn't want to run such a errand at this time, so he could only look at the Minister of Industry next to him as if asking for help.
Unexpectedly, the Minister of Industry looked away with an innocent look, as if he didn't want to wade into this muddy water at all. So the unlucky Boss turned his attention to the other side.
Just when he was racking his brains to find someone for help, the king's voice rang out: "Bos! He is usually confused, but now I have an errand for you! Go to Beiling in person and ask Fischerot, he What are your thoughts on the current situation?”
"Well, Your Majesty, I have been in poor health recently, or... or..." Baos quickly declined, waving his hand as if I am seriously ill, so you'd better choose someone else.
"Shut up!" King Wright VII looked ugly and scolded, finally deciding on the candidate: "It's you! Don't mess things up for me! Otherwise, I will stew your two hundred pounds of fat meat. !”
"Yes, yes!" Baos quickly lowered his head, sighed, took out a handkerchief, and wiped the sweat on his forehead - the good days were over, and this trip to Beiling would definitely be unlucky.
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"What do you think of the current situation?" When he saw Tang Mo again, Fischerot's energy became noticeably more energetic.
Although he is only in his forties, he looked like a little old man with a sad face before, but now he is obviously much younger.
"What can I say? If, Lord Earl, you are willing to pay back the money you owe me, I might be able to survive this cold winter." Tang Mo picked up a document on the table and glanced at it casually: "They Did you leave all the looted stuff behind?"
"Uh-huh." Fischereau said with a smile on his face: "It's no less than what you grabbed, but these things are all the hard-earned money of the civilians of the Wright Kingdom."
"Then you plan to return all the hard-earned money?" Tang Mo put down the documents in his hand. He really didn't expect that there would be such money to be made in blocking the main force of Susas who were eager to return home.
These Susas troops who had no intention of fighting actually handed over a sum of money to buy their way, and then fled back to the country in embarrassment through the gap deliberately created by Count Fishereau.
Now, these Susas troops are going to suppress the peasant riots in the southern part of the kingdom that are already in full swing, and to recover the mess of valuable items lost in the zero-dollar purchase.
"Let's talk about your current views on the current situation." Fischerlot changed the subject. Apparently he didn't feel that he should send the money back to the treacherous king.
"There's nothing to talk about. I've already sent you the initialed agreement. I guess you've read it a few days ago." Tang Mo threw the document back on the count's table and spread his hands. Said casually.
"All the proceeds from your robbery are legal trophies, and Susas will not be able to recover them in the future. This item is listed separately for you and has nothing to do with me." Fischerot casually memorized the list of Tang Mo and Susas. agreement signed.
"Susas will pay an additional 63,100 gold coins as compensation for the hard work of traveling to your new camp. You must also pay a compensation to those who were injured and killed in this operation." He did not wait for Tang Mo to speak, and continued: " It’s still yours!”
"On the premise that Susus promises not to hold civilians in the country responsible for robbing nobles' property, stop providing cover and support for civilians to attack nobles. This article is still aimed at you, but between the lines, it seems that you have dug a deep hole for Susas. ." Fischereau continued to look at Tang Mo, feeling that the young man in front of him was so hateful that it made him grit his teeth.
"The troops you led will immediately return to the south of the Ice Crystal River. Susas promised to seriously consider whether it is feasible to cede the area south of the Ice Crystal River to the Kingdom of Wright during the negotiations to comprehensively end the war." Finally, Fishereau said these agreements. The last one: "This is the only one that has some interests in Beiling."
"Look, I didn't forget you, right?" Tang Mo smiled, as if he wanted to praise me.
"Isn't the area south of the Bingjing River a bit too small?" Fishero looked at Tang Mo with some confusion and asked.
"I want to talk about the Dons River. Do you think... Susas can give it?" Tang Mo asked the earl with a smile.
Compared to the Bingjing River, the Dons River is only more than a hundred kilometers away from the royal city of the Kingdom of Susas, so it is impossible for anyone to agree to such terms.
This will greatly increase the difficulty of negotiations, and Tang Mo knows better than anyone else that he only has 300 soldiers, and blackmailing him is no problem. If it really strengthens the enemy's determination to fight to the death, the problem of his lack of troops will be exposed immediately.
"What's more, even if they really give you the area south of the Dons River, can you hold it?" Tang Mo continued to ask without waiting for Fischerot's answer.
Having said this, Fischereau couldn't help but blush - he only had 1,500 soldiers in hand, and now it seemed that it was obviously too few.
Although the policy of elite troops has brought him training advantages and reduced the maintenance costs of his troops, in wartime, such a small number of troops is obviously stretched.
What's more, now that he has to be stationed in more places, he is really under pressure from being overwhelmed.
"Listen to me and expand your troops! At least, maintain it at 4,500, the size of three legions." Tang Mo stretched out three fingers and said seriously.
"Three times at a time?" Fischereau was shocked by this number.
"It's not too much, actually four is better." Tang Mo continued to increase the number with a smile.
"You're not saying that because you want to sell me more weapons, are you?" Fischero asked, staring at Tang Mo suspiciously.
"How is that possible?" Tang Mo said with a righteous look on his face, "I'm just talking about the matter."
As he spoke, he explained: "First of all, you have to maintain the absolute security of the Bingjing River defense line. 1,500 people are stationed there. The standing strength of a legion is not too much, right?"
Speaking of this, Fischerot seemed more professional. He thought about it carefully and found that what Tang Mo said did make sense.
"In addition, you need to deploy a new force to the southeast of Beiling. The purpose of this force is to, firstly, prevent the Wright Kingdom from thinking about it, and secondly, to remind the Wright Kingdom not to forget to recharge Beiling." Tang Mo smiled. Then continued.
After finishing speaking, he paused and then said: "In addition, you must maintain a force in Wolf City to maintain law and order, ensure the safety of Wolf City, and support troops in both directions at any time."
"What you said makes sense." Fischereau nodded and said, "In the end, I won the war, but I had to expand the army and buy more weapons...but you became the biggest winner."
"You can also equip these troops with sticks and hoes, which are cheap." Tang Mo sneered and gave another suggestion.
"So, you don't even plan to let go of the stolen money I just got from the Susus troops robbing the central region of the kingdom?" Fischereau said with a wry smile: "I thought I had made a small fortune just now. Where’s the money?”
"You will make a lot of money soon. This was the news three days ago." Tang Mo took out a note from his pocket, with only one line of small words on it: "The Minister of Construction has been ordered to go to Beiling."
"Is this news so fast?" Fischereau was shocked by the content on the note and looked at Tang Mo with wide eyes.
Tang Mo shrugged and said in a nonchalant manner: "Ten thousand gold coins are not wasted, Lord Earl. Sometimes, spending money like water will pay off... Are you right?"
He pressed the note on the Earl's desk: "You should think about how many C64 field cannons you are going to equip your three legions."
