Chapter 285 The North Knights and the Liquidation of the Church Nobles
Beside the low and pale fence, the branches of the summer oak tree poked out of the fence, and several whistling thrushes sat on the new buds, making sharp sounds. chirping sound.
The sunlight with the texture of glass shone on the backs of several war horses that were eating young grass, and it actually reflected a metallic luster.
The body swayed gently with the war horse, and the gorgeous dagger at Murat's waist hit the iron buckle of his belt, making a crisp sound.
This gilt dagger is inlaid with fine gemstones and silver relief
This one cost Murat a total of 12 gold pounds, plus the three sets of dresses he purchased cost 6 gold pounds.
This time he spent nearly half of the 40 gold pounds that Meliati rewarded him.
His companions all advised him to buy cattle and sheep houses and real estate in his hometown, but Murat did not think so.
Good education and conversation, handsome appearance, coupled with these status-defining clothes, this is a ticket to the upper class.
Mura always thought that looking at appearance was superficial, but he couldn't stand the trend. He hated the smell of makeup powder, but he still had to put some on his face.
Walking on the curved green grass, Murat was followed by four hundred North infantry knights, walking on the road with Busac who came to greet him.
These four hundred extraordinary knights are said to be knights, but they ride either donkeys or mules. Even if they ride horses, they are ponies.
It’s just a transportation tool.
What matches these donkeys and mules are the beards and weathered faces of these knights like old farmers.
As knights in mountain counties, they are not like knights in plain areas who can lie down in the manor to eat, drink and have fun.
In the barren land, even knights have to go out to work as mercenaries to make money, which is similar to labor.
It’s just that one is a manufacturing worker and the other is a military worker.
They came here under the instructions of Archduke Meliati, asking them to help the Salvation Army in Fort Joan of Arc.
Despite complaining about the lack of salary, under the authority of Meliati, the Norse people pieced together more than four hundred mountain knights.
They set out to support the Salvation Army on March 1st. They finally arrived at the place on March 11th, but were told that they were late.
The edict company was gone, the Castle of Joan of Arc was captured, and there was not even a hot bite to eat from the spoils of war.
But fortunately, the leader of the Salvation Army, Horn, is willing to accommodate them, so it is not in vain.
The leader of this group of North knights is Murat.
Mura is a Kush knight from North County. His ancestors are from the same group as the Karl Black Knights, and they are both feudal Kush tribal lords.
Under the invasion of immigrants from the French and Leian nobles, Murat's great-grandfather had to retreat from the fertile plains to the barren and cold mountains.
From then on, the flat fields became their sweetest dreamland every night.
Looking at the continuous fences, criss-crossing streams and wet furrows in the fields in front of them, many North knights showed greed and jealousy in their eyes.
"Can you hide this gold pound? Take it away!"
His ears flickered slightly, Murat raised his eyelids and looked in the direction of the sound.
Wrapped in several fertile fields, in the forest shaded by trees, in front of the pale black monastery, hundreds of monks and priests were driven out by the war monks.
The black hat war monk who had shouted "take it away" before held two smelly gold coins between his index fingers and thumbs and threw them into a box beside him in disgust.
“This is the property of the church. They have been convicted of helping the devil and all property will be confiscated. Retrospective proceedings will be initiated in the next few months.” Busak set up an awning with his hands and squinted. Eye.
"With so many people, can you pass the trial?"
The monks, who had always been arrogant, were all dejected or crying and hitting the ground, and Murat felt happy in his heart.
“No need, a few people with minor crimes were found out, and then they pleaded guilty. With their help in the trial, the speed is very fast. Besides, we also have a special legal scholar Martial to review.”
"Oh... Hey, Your Majesty Horn, did you say where the confiscated properties are going?" Murat could feel the breathing of the North knights behind him becoming much heavier.
Their hometown of North County is a small plateau with nothing but grass and bison.
A few acres of fields there are enough to break one’s head, let alone the fertile fields here.
“We are currently in an escrow state, and Your Majesty is also having a headache as to how to deal with these properties.” Busak introduced the problems they are currently encountering without hesitation, “During this period, Your Majesty is also very worried. I have been summoning knowledgeable people from all over the Kush territory to discuss the current situation, but in my opinion, it is probably still the reform of the 100-household system."
Mura did not rush to ask what the 100-household system was. , now in public, if he really wanted to get to the bottom of it, it would seem that he was being too deliberate.
To change the subject, Murat pointed to a small tent on the side of the road.
"What are you doing?" Under the fluttering sun gear flag, he saw the farmers forming a long line in front of the tent.
On both sides of the long queue, soldiers in black with long guns in their hands scolded farmers who tried to cut in the queue.
“Conscription.” Busak’s voice became a little darker, “The previous battle was too brutal.”
Although they have captured the Kush Territory in the north of Langsander County, the knights in the Ibe Plain of Jinhe Township in the south are still eyeing them.
In early spring and March, it was still the farming season, and there was another famine, but Horn had to order another conscription.
Currently, the Salvation Army needs 1,028 new recruits after renovation and statistics.
If Hakuto's idea is to follow, it would be best to recruit another 2,000 new soldiers while replenishing the ranks.
It’s just that during the busy farming season, more than 3,000 young and strong laborers have been taken away from the surrounding areas at once, which has caused too much damage to the agriculture of the Kushland.
Of course, conscription is indeed required, but it will be divided into three batches. Replenishment troops will be recruited first to complete the establishment.
The second batch will recruit 1,000 people from two legions again in April. We will decide whether to recruit the third batch depending on the situation.
After all, the Salvation Army is a standing army and is under great financial pressure. It must be more cautious before the economy returns to normal.
"Do farmers take the initiative to apply for the military service?" Murat thought about it and understood. "There are spring famines and floods. Soldiers can at least have food to eat and maybe a salary."
"How much are their daily wages?" a mountain knight asked curiously.
"2 dinars for new recruits, 4 dinars for veterans."
Mura's body froze visibly: "How much did you just say? Weekly salary?"
It's not just Murat Ra himself and the infantry knights following him all pricked up their ears.
"It's not a weekly salary, it's a daily salary. It's paid every Monday. During non-war times, recruits get 7 dinars, veterans get 14 dinars, and double it during wartime."
"Ah? No, do you also give out money when you are not fighting?"
Murat and the adjutant behind him looked at each other, and they each saw disbelief in the other's eyes.
These mountain knights have to work as mercenaries for a year, and with the income from their hometown farm, they can barely earn more than 10 gold pounds a year.
Sometimes employers still owe mountain migrant workers wages, and they have to make a fuss and even threaten to kidnap the employer in order to get back 70% to 70%.
The Salvation Army here in Horn can earn 6 gold pounds just sitting there for a year without fighting, and this is not even counting the spoils of war.
Who is the knight?
"What about the pension? Is there a pension?"
"If you die in the war, you will be given a monthly pension of one quarter of your salary, a minimum daily subsidy of 1 dinar, and your children will attend the Holy See Royal School for free. ." Busak twisted his body and answered the North Knight who asked the question.
"...If you want to say so, I can do this job too."
"I am a knight. I don't need training. I can become a veteran after I get up."
"Last question, where can I sign up?"
"You can't do it." Busak shook his head, "We are only recruiting soldiers from the Kush territory for the time being, and we will give priority to the Skitarii and farmers."
"I can also be the Skitarii. You can also talk."
"Watch your words." Murat yelled at the mountain knight, "Our master is Grand Duke Meliati, you are so rude."
The knight who was scolded muttered in a low voice: "Isn't it true that the oath has not been taken yet?"
Busac pretended not to hear their conversation: "We can hire you at the average market price. If you don’t default on your debts, you can stay in Gray Hearth Town during this period.”
"Board and board are included?"
"It's included."
"Good!" The North knights cheered instantly.
(End of this chapter)