Movie World I am King

When someone called her teacher, Beatoris was the first one. How could this not make Sonya excited?

Sonia walked up to Beatoris, and circled Beatoris a little...then she nodded pretendingly, and said: "Your costume barely passes the level... Now, let's start. Let’s run around this garden... well-let’s run twenty laps first!"

"Ah? Twenty laps?" Beadorise was a little confused at once, the entire garden is not small, one lap is more than 500 meters... Twenty laps is more than 10,000 meters, which is quite Yu ten kilometers... Although she doesn't know this conversion unit, she knows-she can't run down.

"Why not too much? Then you can give up martial arts... A person may have no clever mind or clever ability, but if she doesn't even have perseverance, in the end this person will only accomplish nothing..." Sonia has Take out the words that your man used to educate yourself to educate your own students.

Beatrice listened to Sonya's words, heartbroken, and bit her teeth, "Okay, teacher, I'm going to run now..."

Zhou Ye watched Sonya become a human teacher there, and couldn't help but want to smile... He knew that Sonya had just used her own training set to train this princess... She didn't think about it at all. Don’t make a difference... This is to practice the rhythm of the dead...

But forget it, with yourself, this chick is hard to die... just let her suffer a bit first...

Thinking of this, Zhou Ye also looked at the Duke’s daughter crazily running laps in the garden with a smile...

At the moment, in Paris, France-the Louvre.

This palace was originally built in the twelfth century for defensive purposes, but now it has become the palace of the French king.

Charles VI was sitting in his bedroom, looking at the wall in front of him blankly, his pupils didn't seem to have any focal length, obviously—he was in a daze...

He has been in his current state for one night... His attendants did not dare to disturb him, because-Charles VI was a neurotic... He has always had mental problems, especially after being captured by the Duke of Burgundy. The condition is getting worse.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door, and then-before Charles VI spoke, the door of his room was opened from the outside, and what followed was a man in gorgeous costume. The old nobleman of China, behind him, followed a young man, looking at the face shape, the two seemed a little alike.

"Your Majesty, your kindness was misunderstood..." As soon as the old noble came in, he stabled in front of Charles VI and said: "The envoy you sent to the Duchy of Brittany did not fulfill your order. He disappointed you..."

"I'm sorry, your majesty..." The young nobleman hurriedly lowered his head slightly and said: "I took your kindness and understanding to Brittany, but there, I was ridiculed by the John V. He said-he Now that I am a British, I will never give a grain of grain to our great monarch..."

"Kill...Kill...Kill him...Kill the things that have betrayed France..." Hearing the words of the young nobleman, a hideous expression leaked from Charles VI's face, obviously-the Duke of Burgundy captured him. The thing made him remember deeply.

"As you wish, Your Majesty, I will teach him a lesson that will never be remembered..." Hearing Charles VI's words, a smile leaked from the wrinkled face of the elderly nobleman, he said as he spoke. Let the personal entourage behind him hand over the plan that has been drawn up to the court official who is not far from Charles VI, because he holds the seal of Charles VI...

With this seal, he is equivalent to mastering justice... This is a necessary procedure for this old man, the Duke of Orleans...

And with this will, the Duke of Orleans can justifiably incorporate the Duchy of Brittany into his own territory...that's why he sent his bastard son to act as a special envoy...

The Duke of Orleans, who had obtained the results he wanted, took his son out of Charles VI’s palace...

"Lorraine... this time, if you take down the Duchy of Brittany, I will find a way to raise your title..." The Duke of Orleans looked at his illegitimate son and whispered, "Although I cannot let you inherit My title, but—I can let you build a family!"

"Thank you Dad..." Lorraine had a smile on his face, his eyes full of greed."I will definitely defeat the Principality of Brittany. With your support of two thousand cavalry and 15 thousand soldiers... I believe that the Principality of Brittany will soon be incorporated into ours..."

"Pay attention to your own safety...Go!" The Duke of Orleans nodded. He knew the greed of his bastard, but-in his opinion, it is good to be greedy. An aristocrat who is not greedy is definitely not a good aristocrat. ...

Volume 2

Level 1232

One thousand two hundred and thirty-two chapters

Tours is the largest city next to the Principality of Brittany. It is a military powerhouse. Here-castles are all over the place and people are full of voices...

Especially next to the city, on the quay next to the Loire, the largest river in France, there are people coming and going. There are young men carrying weapons and wearing all kinds of armor...

Perhaps they were just serfs the day before, but today, they responded to their lord’s call, took up weapons, and gathered here...

The armors they wear are also all kinds... the family is a little richer, maybe they wear the old leather armor, this leather armor is probably the product of many generations, and some even You can't tell from the oily surface what that thing is, it's so dirty...

The poorer ones don’t have any armor at all. The only thing that can provide them with protection is the tattered hemp clothes on them... even the weapons in their hands were issued to them by their lord. of……

If you look at it from the perspective of later generations, these guys can't be called soldiers at all, at most they are just a group of mobs...

But in fact, they are indeed soldiers...No way, in the Middle Ages, most of the so-called soldiers have this virtue, and it does not mean that there are no professional soldiers. However, the professional soldiers of the Duke of Orleans must be reluctant to give him too many illegitimate children... …

You know, there are five or six serf soldiers on top of a professional soldier. This is almost the recognized conversion unit of this era... Of course, this is not the most important thing. The most important thing is-at least five to ten serfs are needed. Only the output of the company can support a professional soldier.

It is conceivable that every professional soldier is precious to his lord.

Therefore, it is said that it is a 15,000 army, but in fact, there are only 3,000 professional soldiers, plus 12,000 serf soldiers...

As huge wooden sailboats docked on the pier, these ragged serfs, one by one, carried the piles of materials on the pier to the ship... Among them, there were soldiers wearing standard equipment, acting as The duties of a supervisor.

In the eyes of these soldiers, these mud legs are cannon fodder on the battlefield, but-without them, it would not work, and-in their peasant cunning heads, there are often some big-headed cleverness, such as stealing some. Supplies for the army, etc...So, it won't work if you don't look at them.

If you don’t watch them move the materials, when they finish moving, it is estimated that the materials will be at least half less...

As for those knights?

Except during war, they would not appear in such places where the inferior people gather... They should be in the houses of the noble ladies in the city at this time, telling the brave deeds to those fancy ladies... ...If you are lucky, they don't need to go back to the barracks tonight...Because those passionate ladies will entertain these brave knights with their soft bodies.

"Bah... Damn it, the rye in my house has not been confiscated yet, and the war is about to start again..." Brudfan, wearing a captain's costume, sipped bitterly. He is the son of a blacksmith. And his uneducated father simply gave him a very memorable name, Iron Nugget... I guess it meant that he wanted him to be a strong man like an Iron Nugget...

"No way..." The soldier beside Brudevan also said helplessly: "Those noble lords don't care about our life and death... Anyway, tithes are not worth mentioning to them, not even comparable. What about the money they spent on a party..."

Tithing is a tax collected by the church, whether it is a commoner or nobleman, even if it is a king, it must be paid the same...Of course, to say so, there are too many places to operate...

What will happen if you don't pay?Of course he will be expelled from his teaching status, and then—being beaten as a heresy...

Don’t think it’s nothing to be expelled. In fact, in this period—expulsion is basically equivalent to—there is no place for burial...

Just as the two were complaining, there was a commotion in the distant crowd...

Brudevan looked up and saw a black carriage driven into the port under the escort of more than a dozen knights... The two hurriedly stopped talking, strained their faces, straightened their chests, and looked loyal to their duties. .

But in fact-the nobles in the carriage didn't care about them...

At this moment, in the carriage, sitting a shabby-looking young man, he was gently looking out...

When I saw the serf soldiers carrying supplies on the dock, I clicked my head with a little satisfaction... Then he said to the burly man sitting opposite me in bright chain armor, "Dear Xia Sir, can all the supplies here be moved today?"

"Yes, Lord Earl..." Charles nodded and said: "We should be thankful that Nantes is located on the lower reaches of the Loire River. This saves us at least half of our army expenses... It's a pity that we can There are too few fleets to call. Otherwise, we can use fleets to transport troops and follow the Loire to the capital of the Duchy of Brittany, Nantes!"

"That's no way..." Lorraine sighed and said helplessly: "Although we are in a truce with England, they have been keeping an eye on our shipyard. We can't build too many large-scale ships. Sea boat..."

"Yeah..." Charles knows these things well...

As the most junior knight under the Duke of Orleans, Charles was not taken seriously by the Duke... Therefore, he was the first to respond when the Duke just proposed to transfer his illegitimate son Lorraine...

Nothing else, just for the odd goods to live in...

Charles could fully see how the Duke loved his bastard... It was only in view of the church's death rule that the bastard could not inherit the title, that Lorraine could not be brought back into the family...

Of course, even so, the Duke still took pains to get his illegitimate son into the palace, and tried every means to make Charles VI canonize his son and make him an honorary earl. Although this earl has a lot of water, he only has a name. An earl with a head and no fief is not even comparable to a baron with a fief in the eyes of nobles...

However, Charles believed that soon—the duke’s illegitimate son would get a fief that matched his title... Wasn’t this war prepared for this?

Charles decided to show off a little bit in front of the lord he would serve in the future."However, please rest assured...Even if we can't use ships to transport soldiers, we can still easily win the victory...With the capacity of the Loire River, we can liberate at least five thousand serfs, so-just arm them a little. You can push to the front and serve as a soldier!"