Chapter 742 The phoenix will not fall on the dead branches
Judge Jun said it was right. At night, the war really stopped.
It was like having an appointment with the Holy Father that the war stopped, and the rain stopped after a day.
Not only did it stop, but the moon even broke out at night.
Betha's infantry regiment was divided into three groups.
A group of wounded soldiers returned to Feldheim, and a group of orderly soldiers left behind to salvage griffin cannons, and the rest followed the convoy into the temporary camp on the east bank of the Rust River.
The horses in the camp were gasping for breath, their skin and pupils twitched and red unnaturally.
This is a sequelae of drinking the medicine. For this battle, Andre, the commander of the Iron Fist Team stationed nearby, used all the energy to eat.
The Iron Fist Chapter is a new army established by Meliati in Hotam County with mountain knights as the main force and officers, and Andrey as the commander of the battle.
As for another leader of the former Saint Sun Army, Valentello is now the priest of the Hotam County area.
At this moment, Andre jumped from the deserter of the Flange to the commander of the Iron Fist Chapter. The Duke of Sequoia, who was once high, was now escorted into the abandoned village hall in a mess.
The Duke of Sequoia was wearing a beaver-skinned robe, with a bruise on his forehead, and a lot of dry blood on his nostrils.
When Andre saw Duke Sequoia come in, he smiled and untied the rope for him: "Duke, I'll leave every three years, so I'm fine."
The Duke Sequoia's cheeks were swelling like a knife, and his eyes almost popped out of his eyes: "We should have killed you directly at the beginning."
"We are close friends who have been to the technical institute together. How can you say such words?"
When Andre committed the crime, the Duke of Sequoia, who was the second son of the nobleman at that time, let Andre go.
After that, Duke Sequoia's elder brother died of illness.
He was almost fifty years old and had almost become a senior officer, but he still chose to retire and go home to inherit his ancestral property.
At this moment, the two of them gathered here, a prisoner of war with a noble status and a victor of civilian status, which is really ironic.
After untiing the rope, the Duke of Sequoia touched his head: "Your soldiers are as rude and rude as you. I have surrendered, and they still insulted me."
"That's a body search to prevent you from carrying weapons."
"I surrendered."
"There's nothing to do. Cao Dian is what I wrote, and I can't change Cao Dian." Andre flipped his hands. "You have caught me. A small encounter was actually the one you seized the opportunity to turn into an annihilation battle." Rubbing his wrist, the Duke of Sequoia sighed, "If you can stay in the flange, you might be the leader of the knight." "I don't have a noble status, how could it be?" Andre still smiled proudly, "Here, I am a senior officer who commands four or five thousand people."
The Duke of Sequoia did not speak, and after a long time he continued to speak, "I don't understand."
"Do you don't understand what?"
"Where did you get so many free troops to surround me?" The Duke of Sequoia couldn't figure it out now. "It's very simple, just pull out the garrison troops." "Will the garrison post be empty?"
"
"As long as I beat you, I will return the troops before the other party finds us empty." Andre said lightly.
But only those who have commanded the army like Duke of Sequoia know how difficult this is.
He wrote more than a dozen letters of help, hoping that nearby troops could come to rescue.
The distance between them and the battlefield was much closer than Andre, but the battle was over and they did not show up.
After holding it in for a long time, the Duke of Sequoia seemed to have lost all his strength: "You are such a fucking genius, Andre."
Andre smiled slightly, but there was no explanation.
It is not him who is genius, he is just the user of this tool, not the creator.
"I still don't understand."
"You still don't understand something?"
"You are such a lawless and reckless genius bastard. Don't go to None to be a prince, but you have to stay in this small Thousand River Valley?"
When the Duke of Sequoia served in the Flange army in his early years, he was Andre's boss.
He loved Andre to accurately grasp the fighter's opportunity and had the ability to command the army.
I also hate him for not obeying orders, always acting recklessly and disregarding military orders, let alone the group of soldiers under his command with scattered military discipline.
This Andre is a slick realist at heart.
In this country full of idealism, the Thousand River Valley Holy League, he is obviously out of place.
"Have you ever watched "The Sacred Way"?"
"You won't really believe that Raush's "The Sacred Way"?" The Duke of Sequoia was shocked. Andrei sighed and half-smile: "I have memorized the "Salvation of the Holy Way". If you want me to play it, I can be even more crazy believers than crazy believers."
"Then... why? You have to know that Lea can't control the Thousand Rivers Valley, and the Franes and the Norns must also be cleaned up." The Duke of Sequoia frowned, "Since you don't believe in the Holy Way, the Holy Couplets obviously cannot give you the status and honor of the lord, why do you still fight for them?"
"Because the lord has no way out."
Looking at the puzzled look of the Duke of Sequoia, Andre dragged a chair and sat opposite the Duke.
"I went to the Shundanji War School to form a new army for three months." Andrei looked up slightly, as if recalling, "Once, the saint grandson came to teach us a lesson in person, called 'Why do we expel the devil?'"
"I thought he was going to say something about the cliché of the lord oppressing the farmer, but what he said still fresh in my memory."
Sitting in front of the Duke of Sequoia, Andrei seemed to have returned to that class.
"...Lords or landlords do not work themselves. They are not engaged in agriculture, but in rent collection, and can even be said to be financial.
For landlords, they don’t care about how they get it. The only purpose is that farmers pay rent on time, and there is no intention or need to improve.
The Kush people, like the ones, have the intention to invest and improve the land because they are embezzled in large quantities and have relatives in order to make a living.
Earl Enrico is a typical example.
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Generally speaking, whether it is an earl, a knight or even a bigger landlord, they do not care about food production and agriculture.
Perhaps for them personally, this road is the most stable and suitable.
But for everyone, it is always self-confidence. Do you know why? "
The Duke of Sequoia asked the same question, just like Andre at the time: "Why? "
"Do you know how many years it takes for the recovery cost of the Knights to occupy a mu of land by war? "
"Uh..." He handed over all the family affairs to the housekeeper, and the Duke of Sequoia, who only knew that he attended banquets and socializing everywhere, was naturally dumbfounded.
Andre shook his head helplessly: "A good acre of land can only take three years to recover the cost, while acre of land can take five to ten years.
According to the current tax rate, the annualized rate of a good acre of land is more than 30%. "
"Annualization rate? 30%?" One by one, the words "Al-language" that I had never heard of before popped up from Andre, causing the Duke of Sequoia to have a little overclocked. "You can simply understand the annualized rate as how much the annual revenue increases, 30% is 30%. "Andre picked up the branch and drew a few lines of formulas on the sand table that he couldn't understand. "In other words, the lord's daily life has become annexation of land, collecting rent and saving money, launching wars, annexation of land..."
The more the Duke of Sequoia heard it, the more wrong it was: "Is there anything wrong with this? Isn't it always the case for thousands of years?"
"This is the problem." After throwing away the branches, Andrei wiped his hands. "The population is growing, but the fields are limited, and precious metals and cheap food from the royal court have destroyed the food market.
The knights and people have a stronger desire for land and money.
The empire is full of refugees, and they have to suppress it from time to time.
The lord who is not working has hid gold and silver underground, or used it to the Holy See's banks to lend money to usury.
The granary is filled with food, and the Message brings hundreds of millions of believers to wander and starve. How is this different from the Hell of Fire? "
From the butt perspective, Andre's words were extremely harsh to the high-ranking noble Duke of Sequoia.
This naked split of interests made him difficult for him as a nobleman.
But if he was the second son of a nobleman and a highly educated Flan college student, the Duke of Sequoia had to admit that Andre was right.
No matter where in the empire, even the rich Flan Kingdom, the knights still needed to constantly suppress the refugees bloodily to reduce the population.
It's like leashes roaring in the corridor, no one can survive without killing them.
"People who only account for 5% of the entire empire's population took away 95% of the empire's wealth. What can they consume? How much can they consume?
Sacred Union lowered agricultural taxes and suppressed usury, and distributed the money in the hands of the lord and the church to the majority of people.
With money in hand, the consumption of the majority of the civilians is more than a hundred times that of that small group of people.
Only the consumption of most people will give birth to sufficient demand, and if there is demand, there will be enough jobs.
With a job, workers and citizens have work to do.
If you have work, you have money. Only with money can you buy food, and then the money is back in the hands of farmers.
Everyone gets what they want.
So Shenglian must suppress all industries with higher annualized returns than industries, and the two thorns are land rent collection and usury.
This is entirely due to reality and reason, not his personal preference. ”
Looking at the duke of Sequoia's mouth and speechless look, Andre patted his shoulder: "I don't know if you believe it or not, I believe it anyway."
Straighten his body, Andre looked straight into the duke of Sequoia's eyes: "The lord will inevitably be eliminated, and I have a premonition that the Thousand Rivers Valley will definitely grow into a monster that makes the empire tremble in the future.
The phoenix will not fall on the dead branches. Although it is a new seedling, I believe it will be a towering tree."
(End of this chapter)