Chapter 219 Leon’s noble character is obvious to all!
Leon will never forget his little red bottle.
As a unique strategic material of Antolia, if he cannot take this opportunity to make a fortune, Leon feels that not only is he sorry for the workers who work in the potion production workshop every day, but also for Antolia. The mage apprentice, I'm sorry to the ancestors of the Jimena family!
After all, this thing may only be able to sell well when a large-scale war breaks out.
And after this war ends, I'm afraid there won't be any more wars in the Northern Continent in a short time.
Therefore, as the Marquis of Antolia, Leon naturally has to be responsible for his people and the Jimena family, and make a big fortune before the war is over.
What should I do if my hands and feet become weak after a long march?
Just take a sip from the little red bottle.
Of course, Leon's proposal was not entirely for the benefit of Antoria, he really was considering it for the Kingdom of Andal.
As Leon's words fell, the nobles present had different expressions.
Some looked surprised, some looked confused, and some were deep in thought.
It seems that they are seriously considering whether it is feasible to rely on the support of the small red bottle to beat Bolton all the way, whether it is necessary, and whether it is valuable.
And the most important thing is...how much it will cost!
"No money this time!"
Leon said very simply, as if he had sensed the most difficult point in everyone's hearts.
"Huh?"
At this time, even Yubel Harin, the previously calmest military minister, couldn't help showing a bit of surprise: "No money?" "That's right!" "In this war,
everyone
is We work together to defend the common interests of the Andal nobles. If at such a critical moment, the Antolian people delay the progress of the war because of the money, won't I be subject to countless infamy? !"
Seeing this, Leon said righteously:
"As the patriarch of the Jimena family, and as a marquis personally conferred by His Majesty the King, I naturally have to do more for the Kingdom of Andal!" "
It's just... ..."
Speaking of this, Leon couldn't help but look embarrassed, but he finally understood:
"Both Antolia and the south bank of the Meyerson River have experienced the ravages of war, and the former was destroyed by the invasion of plateau hounds. The population has withered, and the latter suffered heavy losses due to the massacre of the survivors of the restoration of the country, so that the manpower in the territory is extremely short, so..."
Leon has not finished his words.
Yubel Harin was keenly aware of Leon's purpose.
That's right!
This young marquis has already set his sights on those Walrasian troops who had just been captured in the war!
"Leave all the prisoners to your disposal!"
Yubel Harlem, the Minister of Military Affairs, immediately agreed to Leon's request.
As a member of the Royal Council of the Andal Kingdom and the supreme commander of this war, he still has this power.
After all...
Leon has made too many achievements and achievements in this battle. If he doesn't give enough benefits, he will be made a Duke!
Although the interests of the nobles are generally the same.
But one more duke means one more person who will share a larger share of the cake in the future.
Rather than wait until the end of the war for one more person to divide the benefits, it would be better to use prisoners of war whom everyone despises in advance to satisfy Leon's demands.
"Lord Harlem is wise!"
Upon hearing this, Leon's face suddenly showed a bit of joy. "The prisoners of war after that..."
"They belong to you too!"
"But you can take away all the slave soldiers captured in this battle!"
Yubel Harin said without hesitation.
"In that case, the little red bottle can be delivered to the military camp today!"
You know, as Antolia's most important business partner, Antolia's caravan had already At Aaron's request, one truck after another of small red bottles was transported towards the west of the kingdom.
This is also an important reason why the Duke of Mercia dared to issue an order to defend the city to the death when facing the Antolian army suspected of being Walrasian cavalry.
As for money...
compared to the difficulty of increasing population, it is much easier to obtain money.
Not only is it affected by many factors such as birth rate, death rate, and adult rate, it also takes an extremely long time.
No matter how much Leon encouraged childbirth, there was nothing he could do for a while.
Therefore, in order to develop the abandoned land, Antolia will engage in bonds to further collect money. Whether it can take this opportunity to bring back more people is Leon's top priority.
As for whether these people who were packed back were refugees from the Principality of Norton or prisoners of war from Walras, this was actually an irrelevant matter.
There are methods for resettling refugees, and there are methods for using prisoners of war.
Anyway, Antolia's beliefs are a hodgepodge. Even in peacetime, they are often regarded as the Walras people in the southern part of the kingdom. It is really indifferent to directly claim this name.
And slave soldiers!
These people are actually slaves in the Kingdom of Walras, and things like a sense of belonging are complete nonsense.
"In that case..."
Since we have reached an agreement on the use of the little red bottle, there is naturally no objection to the plan of pursuing victory.
"As soon as the little red bottle arrives, the whole army will set off!"
"We must rely on this battle to make the Walras people never dare to go south easily again!"
...
compared to the ferocious momentum of the Andal army at the moment.
The morale of Walras's army was obviously low.
However, the one with the lowest morale was not the army on the eastern front that had just retreated, but the army on the southern front led by Olof Bundy!
If the fall of White Rock Creek made Olof Bundy curse, then the news about Bolton City and Brownie Bent made him feel like he was struck by lightning.
An army of only 2,000 people was rampant in the territory of the Principality of Norton.
However, as the supreme commander of the southern army, he was helpless due to the shortage of military rations.
However, what kind of punishment he will suffer after returning, and how furious the monarch of the Walras Kingdom will be, this is not the focus of Olof Bondi at this time.
Because behind them, there is also a huge army, an army of Idrit from Gravel Castle!
In fact, to be honest, in a head-on fight with real guns and swords, the Idrit army is really no match for the Walras people.
But the problem is...
the Walrasian soldiers now have a problem even having enough to eat.
Whenever Orlov ordered people to plunder food from surrounding towns, Idrit's army would follow closely.
So much so that this originally menacing army was now completely starved, and being able to exert half of its combat effectiveness was considered a blessing from the gods!
(End of chapter)