Why did the lord rebel

Chapter 328
On the north bank of the Lionheart River, Peacock City.

This unobtrusive small city is located between Rock Creek City, the most important town in the south of the empire, and the giant whale city at the westernmost point of the mainland, at the mouth of the Lion Heart River. It happens to occupy the center of the Lion Heart River. Central location in the lower watershed.

However, the geographical conditions around this small town are too harsh:

The mighty and galloping Lion Heart River is just a little slower in the south of Rock Creek City, leaving a channel for the ferry to travel. Once the Lion Heart River passes Rock Brook City and comes near Peacock City, it will suddenly turn down due to the terrain and the river channel It narrows and the flow speed soars, so that any caravan with a little sense will not choose to cross the river near Peacock City;
In addition, this place may have been a salt lake in ancient times. Now that the lake has dried up, it has left a saline-alkali land around Peacock City that cannot grow crops at all. Under the pressure of the two important towns in the east and west of the city, it became the only poor settlement on the north bank of the Lion Heart River.

If it weren't for the copper mines around Peacock City, which fed a group of unlucky miners who couldn't get enough to eat every day, this dilapidated place might have been emptied by the city long ago, without a single family left.

It stands to reason that the pampered southern aristocrats would never set foot in such a shabby place for the rest of their lives - just looking at the black-faced miners wandering the streets of Peacock City after the casual workers in the mines, the nobles think it is dirty own eyes.

Unfortunately, in the deep winter of the 94th year of the imperial calendar, the nobles in the south of the empire still had to pinch their noses and place the war council of the coalition forces in Peacock City:

It stands to reason that whenever the southern nobles want to organize a coalition army, the headquarters should be located in Rock Creek City-this giant city has been the military hub of the empire to fight against the demons in the south since ancient times, and its control is enough to radiate the entire Lionheart The river basin in the south of the river is considered a natural location for the headquarters;

Unfortunately, since the civil strife in the Grand Duchy of Houston, this southern town has fallen into a state of loss of contact:
The Duke of Houston, who was always troubled, not only did not provide a single soldier for the aristocratic coalition that resisted the attack of the demons, he even closed the city of Rock Creek tightly, which made the southern aristocrats who tried to lead troops in feel ashamed. .

After jumping and cursing, the imperial nobles still had nothing to do:
Rock Creek City is the capital of the Grand Duchy of Houston. The Grand Duke of Houston doesn't open the door. You can't drive a siege engine to smash the door open, right?
But Yanxi City thanked guests behind closed doors, so where should the military council of the coalition be placed?
At the beginning of winter, the noble lords and Count Dimitri all ate seafood and talked about military affairs in the Giant Whale City;

But now, after they learned the news of the orcs' invasion in Shuangfengling and fled back to the north bank of the Lionheart River in a hurry, they could no longer be cowards in the Giant Whale City: this coastal city is too far to the west. , It is impossible to coordinate the deployment plan of the entire Lion Heart River Basin.

The Giant Whale City is too remote, and Yanxi City is not allowed to enter. The imperial nobles looked left and right, but they could only settle in the Peacock City, which is hated by gods and ghosts.

The irony is that there was no news of the orc invasion before, and all the nobles in the south urged Count Dimitri to disband the coalition and let everyone go back to welcome the new year.

But after the orcs really came, the nobles suddenly became terrified. They slapped the table in the military council to demand further conscription and speed up the progress of defense. In an instant, they seemed to become the purest and most loyal patriots again. up;

It can only be said that it was indeed at a critical juncture that these bastards finally realized the truth:

If the orcs really beat the Lionheart River, then all of us southern humans will have no good fruit to eat!

However, since these nobles escaped from Shuangfeng Ridge, more than ten days have passed in a flash. At the military meeting every day, it was you who sang and I appeared on the stage, and there was a lot of excitement, but there was not much movement in the actual military deployment.

Since the beginning of winter, about 3 troops and nearly [-] troops have been conscripted successively in the major territories in the south. Although the good and the bad are mixed and full of wine bags and rice bags, the formation is arranged in a mighty way, and the momentum is indeed quite strong;

However, so far, nearly [-]% of the human coalition forces are still stationed in the barracks near Peacock City, consuming food and patience, and even less than a third of them are actually sent to the important ferry along the Lion Heart River for defense;

Even the heavy weapons and equipment donated by the major territories were only symbolically installed on the north bank, and most of them were still eating ashes under the tarpaulin in the Peacock City barracks...

As for the mage groups in each territory, it is even more outrageous: after the lord came to Peacock City, this group of magic professionals not only did not go to the front line, but was busy seducing local women from good families every day. On December 25th, There was even a green hat miner who learned that his wife had cheated on a magician. He picked up a hoe and wanted to take revenge, but was blown to pieces by the rogue magicians laughing. ·The Marquis of Dicko came forward to "uphold justice" and fired those corrupt magicians, only then did the situation stabilize...

All these bad things are because of the military council composed of southern nobles, every day, fucking, quarreling and wrangling!
According to common sense, in the Southern Governor's District of the Empire, there are at least three people who can preside over the overall situation:

The first one was Count Dimitri, the Southern Governor of the Empire - he stayed in Frost Maple Ridge and never came back.

The second one is the Grand Duke of Houston, a veteran aristocrat in the south—the phone line in Rock Creek City is busy, and he has not been found;
Not to mention the third one, it is a certain "President Southern Military Affairs" who just took office...

To sum it up, there are dozens of local nobles in the military council who look like dogs, but none of them mean what they say.

Military affairs are all about the distribution of interests. Whoever goes where to garrison and who will die in the front is all related to the interests of their own territory-although the nobles in the south of the empire intend to resist the orcs, no one has the internationalism of sending their own people to garrison in dangerous areas Spirituality, everyone says that the public is right and the woman is right, and they can't get over it for a long time, so this has created the current dilemma of "there is no army in the sky, and no one enters the field".

It was December 94, 31 Imperial Calendar, New Year's Eve.

At seven o'clock in the evening, as usual, the nobles in the southern part of the empire gathered on the second floor of "Kingfisher's Feather", the only decent tavern in Peacock City, and held a "military meeting" in a pretentious manner.

The process is the same as before:
Just after the meeting, everyone reflected on the failure of yesterday's meeting (every day was a failure), blamed themselves for being too selfish, and failed to reach any consensus in the end, and then apologized to each other for yesterday's inappropriate words and deeds, and walked shoulder to shoulder to express a smile. Enmity, the meeting officially started in a happy atmosphere.

Then, the only lord with a slightly higher status, Marquis Moby Dicko, brought out the problems accumulated yesterday and the new problems that emerged today for everyone to discuss.

At the beginning of the discussion, everyone was hypocritical, and the lines were full of petit-bourgeois roses;
But as the topic deepened and touched the core interests of the major territories, especially the topic of "whose soldiers are stationed on the front line", dirty words, personal attacks, slaps and boots began to fly around the conference table. .

Seeing a group of nobles quarreling and huddling together, Marquis Moby Dicko, who wanted to make a result, could only shrink in the room like yesterday (and the day before yesterday, the day before yesterday, the day before yesterday, the day before yesterday, and the day before yesterday). Sipping a glass of absinthe sadly in the corner, his heart is filled with the bitterness of "there are no heroes in this era, but we are in the same rank as Shuzi".

——In the two days after returning from Frost Maple Ridge, Marquis Moby Dicko still had the heart to preside over the overall situation, replacing the governor who was not here to twist the various territories into one rope;

But soon he found out, who is listening to you!

Among other things, there are no dukes in these imperial nobles, but there are several marquises. When it comes to noble titles, no one will be afraid of you, the Marquis of the Giant Whale City!

Moreover, although Giant Whale City is the second largest city in the south after Rock Creek City, but because it lives near the sea and eats the profits from the sea trade and fishery of the demons, it is naturally incompatible with the inland territory—the southern nobles fight Returning to fighting, there is a consensus on this point: no matter who is in charge of the overall situation, you can't let you be a pidgin anyway!

However, on the night of December 31st, as usual, Marquis Moby Dicko, who drank one cup after another with a sad face and was not in the mood to welcome the New Year, did not realize that Goddess of Fate and Turtle Speed ​​Code Like Internet writers with Chinese characters, they all seem to have a special preference for the saying "new year, new weather"——

——So this New Year's Eve is destined to be extremely unusual.

When Marquis Moby Dick coughed after choking on a particularly strong drink, the nobles at the conference table were fighting for reconnaissance matters.

The matter is also very simple: Although as early as NO.12, they got the news of the orc invasion in Frost Maple Ridge...

...But now it's New Year's Eve, even if you open the window and hold up the binoculars, there is still no trace of orcs on the other side of the Lionheart River?
So, at the suggestion of a military officer in a certain territory, the nobles began to think about whether they should send a few scouts to the Land of Broken Soul to investigate the situation?
——Yes, it's been more than half a fucking month, and you guys haven't even sent a scout to the other side.

However, on this topic, a southern earl with a fat head and a pig's head is the most representative speech:
"I'm going to send you fucking sent! Why should Ge Laozi let my scouts go!"

Then, Marquis Moby Dicko, who had bitter wine in his throat, heard another noble lady ask loudly:
"No! If the orcs are about to attack and cross the river, shouldn't that little bastard from Igor's family in Shuangfengling send us a winter pigeon report?"

"Report with a hammer!" The pig-headed nobleman scolded, "Just their little broken territory that was forced to raise, can stop the fucking federal orcs?! You are dead, and you still report to us? Maybe now, the orcs They are eating their ashes from Shuangfengling with rice!"

"What about the governor?" The noble lady covered her mouth with a fan, "Didn't the governor also stay in that garbage territory?"

"That bastard Dimitri, the Governor!" The pig-headed noble sneered again and again, "The ashes of the Governor's ashes mixed with rice are even more fucking delicious! I'll make it clear that those people with cerebral palsy must have been crushed by the orc army Already!"

"Then what should we do then?!" The lady of the nobleman turned pale, "If the orcs are coming, we haven't set up our defenses yet! I, we have to send scouts across the river to see!"

"I'm going to send you fucking sent! Why should Ge Laozi let my scouts go!"

——So far, a cycle has been successfully completed.

The similar painful dialogue was repeated for about four and six-ninths in different ways, and was finally interrupted by a loud noise that shook the ground—someone slammed into the door of the room with such force that even A few noble gentlemen sitting near the door were shaken off their chairs.

"Fuck!" The pig-headed aristocrat turned his head to settle accounts with the person who opened the door, to see which hotel host who delivered the wine was so uneducated;

Then, his next word stuck in his throat.

Because the one who passed through the door and flew into the house was a blond woman who was as heroic as a gladiolus and unparalleled in beauty. She wore silver armor, a gold and a silver sword hanging from her waist, and a sword hanging from her chest. The family crest dazzled the nobles in the house for a moment.

The pig-headed nobleman was stunned for three seconds, wondering which of the noble grandsons present was so lucky and raised such a beautiful swordsman chick, and then he saw a black-haired young man who seemed to have known him before, following behind the blond female swordsman Slowly walked into the house.

Marquis Moby Dick dropped the wine glass with a "bang", bounced off the chair as if being stabbed by a needle, and said in astonishment:

"A...Eliot Igor..."

No one paid him any attention at all.

Because the ones who entered the room after the Xiahou officials were the stern-looking governor of the southern border of the empire, Count Anthony Dimitri, and a group of nobles led by the well-known eastern border general Pavol Eldridge— —

——In other words, a few undead souls who should have died in the land of the cracked soul and died under the knife of the orc wolf cavalry.

The pig-headed noble couldn't remember who this somewhat familiar black-haired young man was, but he still recognized Count Dimitri!He stared at the governor of the southern border dumbfounded, and stammered:
"You...you...how do you..."

But Count Dimitri did not answer him, but nodded humbly towards the black-haired young man.

The pig-headed nobleman turned his head foolishly and looked at the black-haired young man.

An electric current suddenly passed through his pig brain, which reminded him in a trance that this young man seemed to be the Duke of Shuangfengling, the "President of Southern Military Affairs", "the little bastard of the Igor family"...

"Hello. Let me ask you." Xia Houyan stood straight at the door of the conference room, holding the command knife at his waist, and asked coldly to the pig-headed nobleman, "In the past half month, your territory will go to the north bank of the Lion Heart River." , How many soldiers have you sent?"

"What... what..." The pig-headed nobleman's brain shut down.

"I, ask, you." Xia Houyan asked again word by word, the murderous look in his eyes became more and more obvious, "How many soldiers have you sent to the north bank of the Lion Heart River in the past half month?"

The pig-headed nobleman was dumbfounded.

He didn't know what happened.

He didn't know why a group of people who shouldn't exist suddenly broke into the room of the military meeting on the night of New Year's Eve.

He didn't know why, under the gaze of this young man, he actually felt a sense of panic, almost incontinent.

He didn't even know when he became an honest person who didn't tell lies.

However, driven by his subconscious mind, he stammered and hurriedly answered truthfully:

"No...no send..."

Before she finished speaking, the female swordsman in bright silver armor suddenly took a step forward, and punched the pig-headed nobleman in the stomach with an uppercut.

There was a huge muffled sound from the full metal boxer and the belly full of fat, and then the chubby aristocrat fell to the ground with a loud bang, and let out a protracted, mournful wail that lingered for three days.

In addition, there was no sound in the conference room that was still noisy just now.

Then, Xia Houyan didn't even look at the pig-headed noble who was writhing in pain, walked slowly to the next nobleman, and asked again in the same indifferent voice:
"You. In the past half month, how many soldiers have you sent to the north bank of the Lion Heart River?"

Mr. Noble looked at Alice Comstock's metal gauntlet, and a bean-sized bead of sweat rolled down his forehead.

(End of this chapter)