Black Iron Crown

Leiner rode on the horse and calculated the gains and losses of this war.

In fact, there is no need to calculate at all. Leiner knew that not only did he not get any benefits in this battle, but he lost so many elite soldiers.

His only gain so far is that he has gained 5,000 points of merit in this war, which is just enough to replenish his lost troops.

As for the soldiers trained from the local residents of the northern border, there was no way to replenish them, so they could only continue to train a batch after returning to the territory.

"Damn it...you have to get some benefits from someone in the Tesca Palace, otherwise, wouldn't it be a waste of war!" Reiner thought indignantly.

What if he came here to fight just for this feat? Going to the north to sweep up the Klade people would not be faster than here, and the loss would be smaller?

Although this is to keep the barrier before it develops and grows, it can't be all losses but no gains.

What's more, the royal family is rich and powerful, just leaking something from the fingers is enough for Reiner to eat.

Reiner squinted at Frante, who was walking beside him in a strange posture, and said angrily, "If you're not feeling well, don't stay by my side, go back to your carriage!"

"No need!" Whoever Farant didn't appreciate it at all, looked into Lena's eyes and said solemnly: "Don't forget that I am also a general, and I have also led the army to fight in the north and south. Pour me!"

"Don't you know what your current situation is?" Reiner frowned, but immediately said: "Forget it, you can do whatever you like. Anyway, I'm not the one who suffers, but I'm quite comfortable!"

"Shameless..." Frante whispered through gritted teeth listening to Reiner's hooliganism, but quietly distanced himself from him.

"Heh..." Lena sneered, and then shouted: "Speed ​​up! We will camp and rest after arriving at the destination!"

The anti-rebel army was walking towards the imperial capital with difficulty. Although dysentery had been defeated, the illness had tortured these once strong northern men so weak that they couldn't bear the high-intensity and fast march at all.

The news of the defeat of the southern rebels spread like a rocket, and spread around quickly.

In the camp of the rebels in the west, the lords started a fierce quarrel.

They have been blocked by the Fort Altu in front of them for more than half a year.

In the past six months, no matter how they attacked, they just couldn't do anything to this not-so-majestic castle, and they were blocked from advancing an inch.

"The old hats of the South have surrendered! We are still waiting for what is necessary!"

"Damn it! Why are you so cowardly! The Moland family has enslaved us for more than 20 years, don't you want to restore your freedom?"

"That is, who wants to be a vassal for Moland who deserves to go to hell? We were all independent in the past!"

"But think about it carefully. The strength of the southerners is stronger than ours. Even if they are suppressed, will our fate be any better?"

There was a fierce quarrel in the tent, and the lords expressed their opinions with red faces.

"What do you think of Earl Trek!" All the lords turned their attention to an old lord.

"Hmm..." The old Earl Trek pondered for a while, and then said, "I think it's better to retreat. Although the soldiers in the south are not as strong as ours, they are more numerous. Since the beginning of steel, we have had less and less iron equipment."

"Actually, not only are we not as strong as those in the south, but even our equipment is in the same condition. If the people in the south are not defeated, we can continue to fight, but now that they have been defeated, the people of Moreland can take the Focus all your energy on us."

The old Earl Trek raised his hand covered with age spots, and said, "Think about it, everyone, can we resist the Merland family who put all their energy into it?"

Listening to Earl Trek's in-depth analysis, these rebellious lords fell silent. All of this is a fact. Even after more than 20 years, the power of Moreland is still deeply imprinted in their minds. .

The strong soldiers who are not afraid of death, the heroic knights, will never be forgotten in their hearts, and they are absolutely indelible horror memories.

Earl Trek's words were matched with the memories of the past, and these lords flinched and stopped talking.

"I think you are old and confused, Earl Trek!" Suddenly, the middle-aged lord walked into the tent.

He was wearing a set of exquisite leather armor with many decorations on it, and even the beard on his chin was neatly repaired. Matching his facial contours, he looked like a handsome middle-aged nobleman.

However, the words that came out of his mouth did not know his appearance so elegant.

"Did the people of Moreland suffer no casualties when they fought against the southern barbarians? Could it be that it was easy for Moreland to win with so many troops from the south? I think we have a better chance of winning!"

He patted the table in front of him, and said loudly to everyone: "Think about it! Think about the wealth of Tesca Palace! Think about the wealth of the imperial capital! Think about the vast and fertile land occupied by the Merland family! Don't you want any of these?"

"They have enslaved us for more than 20 years. Now we have the opportunity to overthrow them. Why not do it? Are you all scared by the war 20 years ago?"

Earl Yecaro spoke righteously, as if he had not surrendered to the Moreland family more than 20 years ago.

"You can say whatever you want, but this matter is too dangerous. I choose to return to the territory to stay in peace, and then I will plead guilty to Moreland and surrender again!" Trek said with a wave of his hand.

After finishing speaking, he got up and left the tent, saying as he left: "When people are old, they always like to be more stable. If you really want to continue rebelling, let you young people come. If God wins, I can follow and regain my freedom. !"

This sentence completely became the last straw that broke the camel's back. None of the rebel lords wanted to make wedding dresses for others, so they expressed their opinions one after another.

"It's the same for me, let's forget it, the current Molande is not something we can contend with, and after a while, there will always be other people who will not accept the rule of Molande!"

These lords have made up their minds, because not all the rebellious lords in the country are now, and some people are still on the sidelines, and they hope to benefit from it.

On the same day, these lords left Fort Arthur with their troops, returned to their territory, and wrote a letter to the royal family with an extremely humble attitude, proving their innocence.

When the anti-rebel army returned to the imperial capital, the anti-rebel army lords cheered after receiving the news that the western lords had fled and pleaded guilty.

They originally thought that this would be another fierce battle, but they didn't expect the enemy to surrender before the fight broke out, which saved a lot of trouble.