In order to go to war, the goal must be clear. Many great people in Earth's history failed to keep it.
It is important to set clear goals, such as eliminating enemies, occupying the capital, occupying the region, or negotiating before and after a war.
Once I set my goals, I was able to strategize, think about the size of my troops, detailed operations, and tactics.
Then, how should we set a goal when fighting the whole world? Months have passed since Albrecht wiped out the hordes that were pillaging Calterns. The fiery fury subsides, but his head is cold and he often has a creepy and scary idea.
Albrecht wasn't completely out of his mind after being eaten by a murderer. However, I felt like the chain that constrained me was broken.
I was never in a good mood. Rather, I was more depressed and distressed than before. On the other hand, the conquest plans that had been planned for a long time had become increasingly concrete and became more daring to see blood.
How do you put all the land at your feet? How many people, how many people do we have to kill? After placing the north at ease, he devised a plan to push it down to the middle.
Aside from the civilians, the nobles and the royals, all the parties to the war my father fought, decided to kill them. Whatever they fought for, it didn't matter why.
In this age, the baron was not firmly established and there were lords in the Middle East, so there were countless.
After killing them all, you clear the compartment and decide to spray your people with land. I wanted to sit down and strengthen my dominance in the first place rather than to surrender and control them and rot.
And in the end, I wanted to create a world where war was controlled by the emperor, though not perfect.
I put up with the slogan "War to End War," but war will never disappear from this world. Albrecht knew better than anyone.
However, I wanted to remove the last remnants of the Barbarian scum. Whether it meant taking a step forward or retreating, Albrecht didn't even know.
Whatever the excuses, the Conquest War was a lump of contradiction, just like its slogan. It was just an honest feeling, wanting to end the war for once in a world where war was prevalent.
People enlighten themselves to reduce war, to forcibly conquer war. Which one will shed more blood? There was only a difference in time, maybe there was not much difference.
Having thought about this, Albrecht became even more depressed.
Albrecht walks through the woods in Calternes territory dressed in silk and with a sword around his waist. I was walking around the hut where Erik was tortured and killed.
Hermann stands around with his axe, and some warriors are more distant, armed and vigilant.
After winter, the wild birds were growing up hiding under the leaves. Between the branches of the tree, fragments of light were shining through the forest.
Albrecht was immersed in thought with a familiar tone. I felt the memory of my childhood and my guilt at the same time.
It seemed clear to me that the demons within me felt the strange things of memory and sin at the same time. The demon seems to be smiling satisfactorily.
‘I said one day. The Devil wants to win. Am I losing now? ’
Apart from the world's falling war, Albrecht always had to fight his own personal battles that no one else could replace.
“My lord, the last of the trainees are back. Standing by.”
A moment later, Yurgen said. Albrecht wakes from his thoughts and sees him.
Yurgen is now 17 years old and has received a knight's note from his father. In a way, he was the same person as himself.
I was having a clear blonde hair with emerald eyes and a face that still looked good, but I heard that I brought him to Calteren to protect my wounded father to the end.
I did not know how good I was at swordsmanship, combat, command, troop management and administrative tasks, but I became Albrecht's acolyte on behalf of Hermann, the unemployed.
The servants of this age were in a completely different position than the servants. It was an honorable position to assist the Lord.
He was a kind of secretary who assisted the master in his innermost muscles, such as helping him with armor, doing errands, carrying out secret missions, or giving orders.
Albrecht leaves the forest without answering. Followed by Eugene, Hermann and the warriors behind you. Only a hut remains in the forest.
It looks bright on the one hand, and the dark inside looks ominous on the other, taking fragments of broken light. It seemed as if you were looking into Albrecht's deepest thoughts.
As Albrecht leaves the forest, you see the view of Calteren. In the first place, tens of thousands of people flock around Mount Hoen-Carltern. Calteren is no longer Calteren.
I tried to draw a line with the Dwarf banks, but I couldn't when I commanded the Conquest War. Did Ilydia really ask you to let them go when she found out about this?
Anyway, I released the money and demolished the existing Hoen-Carltern Castle first, and even rebuilt it by carving more mountains. The dwarves designed and supervised it, and found a professional bricklayer.
The relatively low slope of the entrance has tripled the wall. Even if the enemy entered the outer wall, the resistance had to come back in the form of a "B", so it could force the damage.
Furthermore, the strongly resistant entrance is designed to be small spiral mountainous and less dispersive, with fewer troops capable of causing more damage.
Usually, it was possible to simply get off the bridge and come in. And there are fortified defenses all over the outer walls.
From a defensive standpoint, it was able to effectively block the outer wall while moving quickly and quickly.
The resistance was in the form of a 'd’, a structure that narrowed the entrance so that it could focus on attacking the incoming enemies. Every corner of the resistance had a spire of defense towers.
Hoen-Carltern Castle was just at the end of its foundation. It was from now on that the castle was built. So Albrecht's mother or Rosamund lived under the castle.
When I freed up the money and got the workers and paid the wages, the merchants immediately started to get involved. Tens of thousands of people formed markets around CalTerre.
He released the troops, secured security, mortgaged the new house and loaned it to me. I organized the compartments and built a house like a planned city.
In the south, merchants and technicians flocked to Calteren. Albrecht continued to lend money and build sewers and paved roads.
Money was not spent unilaterally, it was rolled back into the bank, and it was a spinning structure.
So to maintain the value of the expanding currency, we had to expand the market. Albrecht's power to conquer was not his power and command, but his capital.
In the meantime, the North continent has developed commercials based solely on the east coast, and the development gap between inland and coastal cities has been deformed. By now, trade with the mainland will also be activated by photocopying.
Meanwhile, word spread about the recruitment of troops, and the defeated and soldiers who participated in the Crusade. As before, Albrecht had a low salary but timely payment as a principle. Crusader veterans trained soldiers as senior soldiers.
During the winter months, the troops suddenly erupted and became 10,000. There were more than 700 knights, more than 500 warriors, more than 200 engineers, more than 600 foot soldiers and more than 8,000 regular soldiers.
What was unusual was the engineer. There was no engineering in this age. It was like placing a bridge in the river, but mostly I just put a general soldier in.
Albrecht was confident of crushing anyone in the field, but he built a Dwarf Tribute to train the engineers because he had to make a boring siege if his enemies were to hide in the castle.
I could have called in more troop sizes, but I stopped it on purpose. Food production was not so high after leaving the cost of salary. War begins with supplies and ends with supplies.
Albrecht thought 10,000 was the right line, and in fact, it was full of garages to sweep the north. I heard that my father's enemies in the war were approximately 600. Less than Albrecht's knights.
The entrance to Mount Hoen-Carltern is walled in stone, and the moat has been dug out. Inside was a military outpost. Stables, battlefields, and military shelters were located there.
Before Albrecht even came near, the soldier on the wall saw Albrecht and lowered his gate and bridge.
People take off their hats and bend at their waists, as if saluting the king by his side. Albrecht was expressionless and consistent.
As you pass the gate, you see 200 soldiers return from training. They were sweating, but they came back from the rapid march training.
When they see Albrecht, they straighten and align their windows tightly.
“As you all know, we leave in a week. Rest until then. ”
That was the end. There were no hard work or words from the chief. No, it was too careless for someone going to conquer the world.
Albrecht stepped off his horse and headed to a place where there were only two families. It's been Albrecht ever since he wiped out the enemies who were pillaging his hometown.
Previously, charisma was as explosive as a beast in battle, but usually quiet and unpredictable. But that vanishment was gone.
After my father died, it was as if a lump of emotion had been cut off.
The garrison was always noisy because of the various construction materials, workers, knights and soldiers, but when Albrecht came, it was quiet as if it had been a cold water.
All they could see was taking off their helmets or taking off their coils, showing examples. Albrecht didn't even look at them. Rather, people were more attracted to it.
Albrecht drove past them to his family's quarters. The listing was a two-story mansion. Once the stone wall was surrounded, and the castle was later completed and the family went up to the castle, this was to be used as a commander's quarters.
I entered the room and went upstairs to my mother's room. When I opened the door, my mother and Rosamund were building clothes together, talking about it at the window.
In this age, it was common for women to make clothes or cloaks for their lord's wives, mothers, daughters, etc.
Mother did not have to do any more chores than before, but it was kind of mandatory for her to build clothes.
“I'm home, Mother. I'm back, Rose. ”
“Hello, Albert. ”
Mother and Rosamund smiled at Albrecht. Albrecht wanted to smile, but it didn't work. He squintly smiles and lowers his head. I quickly became expressionless.
I went to my mother's bed and sat down with my back turned. Mother and Rosamund did not speak further. I just sewed again and built a tunic out of silk.
Three of my family members were very quiet. Albrecht turns his head and watches two spinning women make clothes. My mother's wrinkled hands caught my eye.
I remembered that he used to clean the stable every morning. It was a poor hometown that was torn apart.
It's a son who actually owns a bank and has a name in the world, but what's different now and then? My mother would be proud of me. What would you think of your son, starting the Conquest of Blood?
Albrecht turns his gaze back to the ground and lowers his head slightly.
“Hey, you know what, Mom? ”
My mother stopped while sewing and looked at my son. The bear-like figure slumps, and it looks like a shadow has been cast.
“Well, what did you do when Grandpa first came to Calteren? Was there ever a time when you killed people? ”
Calteren was a form of territory, mixed with indigenous peoples by the power of his grandfather who came from the outside.
Perhaps there was a conflict between the external forces and the indigenous peoples. So grandfather had assumed that he would try to integrate his mother and father by marrying them with a knife if necessary.
Albrecht had no idea why he had asked such a question. Maybe it's because he felt like he could be a little comforting.
“No, you haven't. He worked with people, taught them how to fight, and together he drove the bandits away. He never persecuted the people he used to live with. ”
Albrecht's guess was wrong. Albrecht had nothing more to say. I just smiled awkwardly at my mother.
“I'm going to take a break. ”
Then he got up and went to his room. When he returned to his room, Albrecht sat on a chair and drank wine. And I looked at the table and I thought,
The light from outside the window casts a long shadow behind Albrecht. The shadow seemed unusually large.
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