The royal capital of Watz, in the palace hall.

"The abominable Free Trade Alliance is increasingly taking me as a king seriously! I can't tolerate such a thing and continue to be lawless in my kingdom!"

After the old king died of illness last year, Herian, who had just ascended the throne, had a blue face at this time. The gold material in his hand, and the scepter with a sapphire on the top, hit the floor hard.

"His Majesty the King, please calm down. What did the Free Trade Union do to make you so angry? It's just a commercial institution..."

With one hand, he continued to serve as the palace prime minister Charlie, stepped forward and stroked the young king's chest, and said with a gentle voice.

"Just a commercial organization?"

Herriane turned his head and sneered: "Charlie Palace, you are not a fool, right? The commercial organization you mentioned now dares to announce sanctions against the king! Do you still think I am a three-year-old child?"

As early as last year, when Herian was a prince, he had noticed the amazingly fast expansion of the free alliance in the kingdom. Out of the natural alertness of the superiors, he disguised himself as a traveler and privately went to the famous Glen Leader for a trip.

Those few days of experience were novel, unforgettable, discouraged, and extremely hated for this young and proud heir to the kingdom!

The proud Helian did not expect that there was a place in the eastern border area of ​​his kingdom that was even more prosperous, rich, energetic and vibrant than the capital. For a moment, he felt jealous, and of course, there was also a hint of envy that he did not want to say.

Afterwards, he felt extremely ashamed and angry about himself!

I feel extremely disgusted with this ridiculous land in the eastern border of the Kingdom!

Especially after returning to the capital, he learned that some royal nobles in the royal family secretly joined the Free Merchant Alliance because they were greedy for a little profit. He felt unprecedented anger, which made him wish he could ascend the throne immediately and completely disband the damned Free Merchant Alliance! Closing! Stop this farce that damaged the royal family's decency!

God seemed to be responding to his cry. The old king soon died of illness. Herian, who ascended the throne, immediately ordered all royal territories that privately joined the Free Trade Union to impose a 50% transit tax on all transit goods of the Free Trade Union!

There are also those lowly travelers who can collect any commercial tax at will, and even confiscate all the goods produced by the merchant alliance they carry.

Hrien, who breathed a lot, also made a lot of money, but was not happy for long. Three months later, after many consultations, the Liberal Business League ruling tribunal finally passed a sanction resolution to expel 12 royal lords with 216 votes in favor, 16 votes against, and 74 abstentions, and completely banned trade deals with royal territories.

In less than a month, the royal family's economy fell into recession, and a large number of travelers fled. The once prosperous and noisy royal capital, Woz, was as quiet as a country town.

This completely angered King Herian, who wanted to do something big after coming to power. Although he took the blame, it was ultimately because of the mistake of the Free Merchant Alliance, which was wrongly challenging the dignity and authority of the royal power!

He could not continue to tolerate it.

"Charlie Palace, if you can't think of a way, destroy the abominable Free Trade Alliance for me. Don't do your palace palace position. Go back to your hometown to hold your children. The Kingdom of Vorice does not raise a waste who can only be a slap!"

Hrien was fed up with this old man who was good at playing tricks and could not think of any way. It was because of too many incompetent people in the Kingdom of Voris that he was helpless against a small business alliance.

"Your Majesty, please calm down. I have a solution here... Recently, there is a group of old war horses in the kingdom. Isn't there a batch of new horses to be retired? There is a batch of new horses, with a number of about 500 horses. I think, I can make this number bigger, and it requires 1,000 horses, and then..."

Listening to Gong Xiang's low voice, Helian's eyes became brighter and brighter!

Just follow this plan!

...

Half a month later.

In the aristocratic court of the royal capital, there were disputes over whether it was the distribution of 200 horses in the south, 800 horses in the north, or 200 horses in the south, in the aristocratic court, the two nobles in the north and south fought and staged a fierce full martial arts campaign. There was even a representative of the southern aristocratic family who was beaten to death by a barbaric northern man on the spot. The court was in a stolen manner. The two factions pointed at each other and cursed, and even agreed to bring swords and go to the competition venue to fight to the death!

At this time, King Hrien, who was standing on a fair stand, had to come forward in person to calm down the anger of the two factions and finally make a ruling: let the two factions, each of which sent an earl to fight on the border, and the winner could obtain 1/3 of the territory of the loser, and only had to bear the 200 horses of the tribute kingdom. The loser would not only ced 1/3 of the territory, but also 800 horses.

"The Earl of Rods agreed to accept this showdown. I wonder if the timid Count William has the courage to accept the challenge?!"

Earl Lauziz had his hair and beards wide, and he smashed the conference table hard, staring at Earl William opposite him.

"I'm happy to accompany you, you immortal Nanbo!" Earl William competed against each other, twisted his head, and a bloodthirsty light emitted in his eyes.

"Okay, since that's the case, please ask the two earls to go back and prepare. In a month, we will decide the outcome on the battlefield!" King Hrien made the final decision.

...

The capital of Count Rods, Rhodesburg.

On the long table in the castle chamber, Count Lauziz himself and his three sons, and nine seats, were seated on nine barons.

But there were three empty seats at the end of the long table, and I wonder why no one sat in these three seats.

After all the staff arrived, Baron Garcia, who had been rich and fat in the gold mine in the past few years, patted the chair under his butt and said carelessly: "This chair seems to be the old style two years ago. It is not the leather sofa chair just launched by Glenn Furniture House this year. It is too hard to sit."

"Mr. Garcia, can you keep your stinky mouth shut! The war is about to go to war, you are so fat, and you can still run on a horse?"

Lauziz glared at him coldly. In recent years, he had no choice but to hear others say that his Rhodsburg was not as good as others, especially when he used the Glen Castle as a benchmark for comparison. Although he had also tried hard to improve the facilities and environment of the castle in recent years, because he did not want to be involved with those yinkees, he did not join the territory of the Free Trade Union and did not have enough financial resources to support, not only did not catch up, but was lagging behind several generations.

Baron Garcia, who found himself talking nonsense, closed his mouth obediently.

After scanning the venue for a week, looking at the nine barons present, although Earl Lauziz knew in his heart: the nine barons present were all richer than him and more arrogant than him, but it didn't matter. As long as you win the next war and take back all his things, no one can think of comparing richer than him in the entire Earl Ross's corps!

With a light cough, Count Lauziz said, "You should know what you sent someone to have agreed with you before, right? The other six counts of the Southern Sect have agreed. Each of these six counts will send 30 knights with high martial arts skills to come and mix into your cavalry team. Those heads are all stubborn, and they will not be our opponents this time! When this war is over, the Free Merchant Alliance will be disbanded, the Southern Merchant Alliance will be established, and His Majesty the King's King's leader will join in. You all have to think about it, don't sit on your butts in a crooked manner! Otherwise, there will be fewer people sitting here for a meeting."

The barons shrank their necks and promised to obey the Earl's command and to kill the Yankees on the battlefield!

"Sir Earl, after the war is won, can you give me one of the smelting workshops in Gran? I want to move to my Bodog, set up a coin workshop, and mint some gold coins... and the clay mines in Parton are very close to my territory. Can you divide some of the mining areas for me? I also want to build a pottery workshop."

At this time, Baron Garcia's eyes flashed with a glimmer of light. Since he put his mind from hunting to making money, Baron Garcia found that he was increasingly liking the feeling of putting those yellow little cuties in his castle vault.

"Garcia, shut up! You guy already have a gold mine, don't think about making any other ideas!"

Earl Lauziz's second son was anxious. Parton was promised by his father. He should divide his territory after the war was over. How dare this damn Garcia make the idea in his bowl? This damn fat pig, if I had known this, I wouldn't have asked this guy to come to the castle for a meeting, and let you die with the other three guys! Your gold mine may still have my share...

"Why can't I have other ideas? No matter how many gold mines I have, I will have to think about it for my son and grandson." Baron Garcia retorted.

"Yes, there are many red pine forests in my territory. I also want to set up a furniture workshop, but those powerful carpenters in Glen. When the Free Trade Alliance is disbanded, can I give some carpenters in Glen?" Another baron also said.

"There is a small iron ore in my territory, but I lack the blacksmiths with good skills. There is a iron smelter in Grande..."

Seeing the noisy in the chamber, the three sons and nine barons were either arguing fiercely or discussing privately, Lauziz's eyebrows hopped and knocked on the table twice:

"Enough, just shut up! Let's talk about these things, wait until the war is over. You guys go back and prepare well. Recruit more mercenaries who can fight. Look at you, who are so tired and go to the battlefield, don't get anything, just have someone take your head first!"

"Yes, Lord Earl!"

The nine barons stood up and bowed slightly, and walked out of the chamber one after another.

After the barons left, Rauziz's three sons came over with a look of urgency and asked one after another how to distribute the interests of the six additional new territories after the war ended?

"Don't worry, things that belong to the Dorian family (Lauziz's surname) will not flow away from the Dorian family at all. When we master these six territories, our Dorian family may have the capital to break the earth and become king..."

In the eyes of Count Lauzitz, who was nearly 60 years old, something called "Ambition" flashed through.

...

Half a month later.

At the junction of Glen and Patton, there is a concave valley running north and south, on the gentle slopes on both sides.

The two "army" with about 45,000 people were in a distance of more than 2,000 meters, and the lineup was confronted in a strict lineup.

Behind the southern military formation, on a dense slope, many nobles with bright armor and badges and chests surrounded by a noble old man wearing armor, waiting for the old man's orders and preparing for the final war.

The military formation in the north is moving slowly.

"Baron Connor, Baron Sean, Baron Howard, your Cavaliers will come first! At the fastest speed, attack their central square formation and disrupt their lineup! The Cavaliers behind will quickly follow, our Cavaliers have much more than them, and we will definitely defeat these Yankees!"

Earl Lauziz, who looked solemn, issued an offensive order to the three barons beside him.

"Yes, Lord Earl!"

After receiving the mission, the three barons rode their horses back to their respective positions with expressionless faces.

"Woooooooooooooo~"

The cavalry orders sounded, and the three barons pulled out their swords from their waists and issued orders to charge.

"Have you finally reached this point?"

With a "rubbing", he pulled out the long steel sword covered with forged patterns in the sword sheath. Zhou Ming sneered, instigated the war horse and rushed to the front of the cone line.
Chapter completed!