Warhammer Throne

There was white snow outside the window, and the bright light shining through the glazed tiles of the palace shone on the emperor's face.

Karl Franz was caught in a dilemma at the request of the high elf.

Whether it is promised or not, it seems that the empire can hardly get rid of itself completely.

Of course, not to mention that the empire has a population of 23 million (estimated by the Brunswick court, not a true figure), the Emperor Karl-Franz’s Rick collar + the capital of Braunschweig together accounted for 7 million people (Brunswick Gram 1 million + Rick leads 6 million), if it is really desperate, it is not a problem for the emperor to arm 100,000 to 200,000 people immediately with an order.

As mentioned earlier, the empire’s army is divided into three levels. From top to bottom, they are the urban professional standing army—the semi-professional provincial army—the local militia organization. Compared with the bottom-up serfs that Ryan has established with great difficulty recently The system of the Infantry Regiment-Free People's Army-Old Guards, the Empire is undoubtedly more advanced.

But what is high-precision? What they wanted was "regular army of no less than 20,000 people."

The emperor can't laugh or cry. Where can I find you a regular army of 20,000 people? The entire empire can be regarded as the city's standing regular army. The total number of troops is only about 180,000, and they are scattered throughout the empire. The emperor's own regular army number is almost 50,000, and the rest are provincial troops and even militias.

As a very good politician, Karl Franz would certainly not rush to express his position. Even if he could immediately mobilize 20,000 people, he would not immediately express his position. He first fully expressed the current difficulties to the high-precision messengers, the turmoil of the empire. , Endlessly spawning endless beasts, a large number of endless various actions of the Chaos sect, and from the side mentioned the problem of the hoarding of the business princes of Marienburg and driving up food prices.

The result disappointed him. Tyrion sent a silver-helmed knight, not a noble noble, and they only came to spread the word, not to negotiate. It was Tarion's style, not Tyrion's style. .

After the high-precision envoy went out, the emperor continued to watch the report until Marshal Rick Helberg came in: "Your Majesty, the blood pine forest about 78 kilometers away from Brunswick found that the Beastman tribe was fighting with the Goblin tribe. Team Lin is watching the battle closely."

"What do you think, Heilberg?" Karl-Franz said casually, "How big is the scale?"

"The scale is not small, there are as many as thousands of Beastmen, and there are fewer green skins." Heilberg said towards Karl-Franz: "Since the two sides have begun a decisive battle, then we can temporarily enjoy their cannibalism. Happiness, but only temporarily, any side only needs to win, it will form a bigger scale to rush towards Brunswick."

"78 kilometers, is it so close to Brunswick?" The emperor sighed, and threw the document on the table: "What about your opinion?"

"Your Majesty, you should take advantage of the Beastman and Greenskin's loss, and send troops in one fell swoop to sweep everything." Heilberg said, his eight-character Hu is still as perfect as it was 20 or 30 years ago.

"I think too." The emperor couldn't help but smiled, he stood up, took a document on the table and handed it to Heilberg: "Look, this is Ryan's army food standard set by him. ."

Heilberg took the file.

"References on Food Standards for the Bretonian Army-Ryan Macado"

One type of stove: Temporarily conscripted serf thugs, serf infantry regiments of the major duchy, serf archers.

Food standard per person per day: 3 copper coins.

Specific food reference: black hard bread, stewed beans, cabbage, oatmeal, potato and corn stewed animal offal (one meal a day).

Two types of stoves: Infantry regiments, halberd infantry regiments, longbowmen, combat pilgrims regiments in various cities and towns.

Food standard per person per day: 5 copper coins.

Specific food reference: barley bread, stewed beans, stir-fried meat with cabbage, barbecue, meat pie, meat and vegetable stew, broth, fish soup, beer.

Three types of stoves: elite infantry regiments of the major duchy, infantry attendants, musketeers, artillery, engineers, knights, and ranger knights.

Food standard per person per day: 10 copper coins.

Specific food reference: butter bread, stewed beans, vegetable salad, eggs, pork, lamb, beef, special smorgasbord (super delicious dishes stewed with ingredients such as Brittany horse meat sausage, aurora preserved egg, fart brain, etc.), Ration ale (or Empire beer).

Four types of stoves: Old Guards, Kingdom Knights, Expedition Knights, Holy Grail Knights, Pegasus Knights.

Food standard per person per day: 25 copper coins.

Specific food reference: wheat cheese bread, Tyrell noodles, macaroni, various meats including venison, fish, stewed chickpeas, fresh vegetable salad, candy, coffee, mead (or red wine), meals After the fruit.

A few items are appended below: olive oil, salt, spices (cinnamon, cloves, pepper, saffron, mustard, vinegar, sugar and honey).

"The food is really good." Marshal Rick Heilberg spit out after reading it, and the old man shook his head: "Your Majesty, our empire's food can't be the same as Brittany, just take the market acquisition now. , The price of a pound of barley is about 6 silver shillings, but if it is in Brittania, they are directly harvested and supplied directly from their manor, the price of a pound of barley is at most 2 silver shillings, the price is only It’s one-third, as you know, Brittany is now the largest food producer and exporter in the old world. How can we compare food to the guys across the mountain? Not to mention the old Army such as the Guards also have their own royal estates, and their food costs are really just ingredients."

Planted out and processed directly, there is no middleman and transportation loss to make the difference.

"I know!" Karl-Franz frowned. The price of food on the market has skyrocketed. However, Rickling is very difficult to buy military rations because he is dominated by homesteaders and middle-class farmers. The business princes of Marienburg still talk to the empire. The official antagonist: "Heilberg, we are going to face a trouble."

"Trouble?" Marshal Rick still didn't understand, the emperor continued: "Someone, I don't know what's going on, got this document, copied it in large quantities, and sent it to almost all military camps in Brunswick. Now, Many soldiers were dissatisfied, and some even began to walk out of training, demanding that the food standard be in line with the Bretons across the mountain!"

"What?" Marshal Rick Heilberg almost immediately reflected that there was Chaos Sect activity: "This must not be an accident, my Majesty, there must be something strange in this."

"Nonsense, don't I know that this must be a conspiracy of the Chaos Sect?" The emperor patted the table, and Karl-Franz was not angry: "But we all know these are true, the cloth on the opposite side of the mountain The standard of food for the Letanians is like this. What should we do? Tell the soldiers who defend your homeland you are not worthy? Or bury your head in the ground as an ostrich and pretend to die, or force to keep up with the standard? We are helpless!"

"I'll settle the matter of the army, Your Majesty." Marshal Rick saluted immediately, and the old marshal went out: "Don't worry, the imperial people will always support your majesty, and the Rick guards will always support your majesty."

"Well, as for the Chaos Sect, we must also investigate in detail." The emperor's face was slightly dark, and he nodded slightly. He was about to say something. The Minister of Finance of the Empire, Mrs. Hawkswall, came in from the outside, her face was very ugly. : "Your Majesty, there is bad news."

"Negotiating with Marienburg failed?" Karl Franz suddenly turned pale.

"The merchants in Marienburg refused to accept our purchase price for grain." Mrs. Hawkswall lowered her head and said to the emperor with some hesitation: "They said they would either buy at a premium or let your majesty himself Find a way, and there are also big problems in purchasing grain. Farmers and manor owners are more willing to sell grain to merchants in Marienburg rather than us."

After the victory in the Black Fire Pass and the promotion to the sanctuary, the emperor’s prestige in the empire was as high as the sun. Mrs. Hawkswall did not dare to argue with him when facing the emperor: "Even the merchants of Rick’s leader faced ours. The acquisitions are all overwhelming."

"What?!" Karl Franz stood up, the beard on his face was shaking with anger, and he patted the armrest of the chair hard.

"Huh! Is there any country that is more tolerant to these business princes than our empire?!"

"Without the defense of the empire's army, where would these merchants develop and grow?"

"Now that something is going on, I'm really sitting on the sidelines, I don't know how to return!"

After thinking for a while, the emperor didn't make any difference, and could only stop temporarily: "Where is Bretania? Do they still give priority to Nur?"

"Yes, after all the special relationship between the Sun King and the Countess..." Hawkswall said hesitantly: "Nur also warned us not to try to destroy the ‘friendly relationship’ between the Rick and the Nur."

"Forget it, I don't want to listen to this." The emperor shook his head, and he turned to his attendant: "Where's Wolfgang? Didn't he say to visit the zoo in the afternoon?"

Wolfgang Holswig-Abernauer, grandson of Emperor Karl-Franz’s uncle Maximian, and nephew of the emperor, recently came to Braunschweig to play, and the emperor made an appointment to bring himself in the afternoon My nephew strolled around the Imperial Royal Zoo.

In fact, the emperor didn’t like his cousin. He was neither talented nor lazy, and almost never succeeded in the tasks assigned to him. He always liked to behave like the emperor’s nephew, behaved strangely, arrogantly, and didn’t know why he had to pull his grandfather. For a visit to the capital, the emperor had to personally receive him. After all, his uncle Maximian gave up participating in the election of the emperor. After Karl-Franz took the throne, Maximian moved to Tarabeheim to live in. Karl-Franz released all the restraints.

The emperor could not but accept this sentiment.

"Let's go." The emperor signaled that it was almost time.

In the afternoon, there was still light snow outside the house, and the emperor was walking in the zoo with only a Rick guard and his nephew Wolfgang.

At this time it was the Winter Veil holiday, and there were no people in the Royal Zoo. Because this was the emperor’s relatives and Wolfgang clearly stated that he hated too many people, he didn’t bring anyone else. As for the Royal Zoo, if there are assassins, Then Karl Franz should have died hundreds of times, the emperor himself was also a strong sanctuary, nothing terrible.

The Rick guard who followed was a native of Rick, named Hermann-Conrad von Radz. He was admired by the emperor, and the thirty-year-old Rick quickly held him up. A bowl of hot mushroom cream corn soup was delivered to the emperor: "Your Majesty, mushroom cream corn soup."

"How come there is this?" Karl Franz expressed surprise.

"This is Lord Wolfgang, specially prepared for you, Your Majesty. It is said that he spent two hours in the kitchen to make it." Rick Guard Herman said seriously: "He heard your Majesty I have the habit of eating something in the afternoon and I prepared it carefully."

"It's rare that my nephew will have this habit." Karl-Franz glanced at his nephew who was standing in front of a two-headed griffon, and couldn't help shaking his head: "It's a pity, my nephew really He doesn't have much talent, and he hasn't seen him for many years. He doesn't seem to have grown much taller."

Hermann glanced at Wolfgang, who was ugly, with an oversized hooked nose and stray hair. Rick guards were not willing to discuss this topic. He could only Said: "Your Majesty, it's cold, drink it while it's hot."

The emperor who had eaten before leaving the house looked at Hermann’s armor, burqa, and cape as snow, thinking that he was loyal to his duties. He has been standing guard for a whole day today, and he has to come out after shifts. It is very hard, so he took pictures. I patted Rick's guard on the shoulder: "Thanks, I will reward you for this bowl of soup. I don't want to drink now."

"This...but Wolfgang made this specially for you." Hermann hesitated.

"It's okay, I can feel his mind." The emperor showed a standard smile with eight teeth: "Drink it."

"Yes." Herman picked up the spoon awkwardly, his hand in hand armor was not very good. Seeing that the emperor didn't mind, he simply picked up the bowl and drank it.

At this moment, the two-headed griffin in front of Wolfgang noticed Wolfgang who appeared in front of him. The griffon immediately showed a very disgusting expression and roared loudly. Karl-Franz’s attention was lost. The attraction passed: "What's the matter? Wolfgang, this two-handed griffon was finally caught from the Roof of the World Mountains..."

"Well! Wu Wuwu! Well ah ah ah ah!" Voice hardly ever emperor, Rick Guard Herman suddenly his hands to his throat, the battle-brave enough sorrow issued screams, he painfully Rolling on the ground, black blood flowed out of his eyes, nostrils, mouth, and ears. He struggled abruptly and stopped moving.

The jade bowl was smashed to the ground, and the yellow-white soup inside gradually turned yellow-green.

"What? What's the matter? Hermann?" Karl-Franz was shocked, but the screaming that followed made the first citizen of the empire and the highly anticipated warrior immediately awakened his instinct as a warrior, and the emperor immediately Rick's Runefang Dragon Tooth Sword, which stretched his hand to his waist, was shining with the ancient rune power belonging to the dwarf.

In the emperor's sight, Wolfgang changed and became a complete monster.

A pair of his eyes fell out like slugs, and they were extended by two long sarcomas. Giant bat wings protruded from his back. On his extremely swollen and deformed body, two long claws stretched out. Came out, and then flew directly towards the emperor: "Uh ah ah ah~"

"Wolfgang!" The emperor subconsciously wanted to swing his sword, but he immediately realized that this man was his nephew. Karl Franz rolled sideways and dodged, shouting eagerly: "Wolfgang , What the **** is going on with you?!"

"Die! Uncle, for the red crown, for the trick!" Wolfgang spread his wings again and flew, his claws flashed with winter reflections.

"..." The emperor looked at Herman who was violently killed on the spot, the promising Rick guard, and then glanced at the broken jade bowl and soup on the ground, he understood.

After the two sides fought for two rounds, the emperor hesitated at first, hoping to catch Wolfgang and ask for help from the church or wizard, so that his nephew could recover. Gang finally understood that his nephew was hopeless.

It is very likely that he drank various potions and forced himself to maintain his normal appearance and entered the imperial court.

This is a premeditated assassination!

The emperor took a violent step forward and attracted the completely mutated nephew to fly, and then easily swiped back. The burning blade pierced Wolfgang's right leg and chopped off one of his wings. Wolfgang fell to the ground like a rag, hit a fence head-on, and spattered wood.

The chaotic mutant still wanted to get up, the emperor had already appeared in front of him, the rune teeth pierced his chest, and the power on it gradually caused this guy to burn to ashes in the flames.

The zoo was in a mess, and the guards and zoo guards who heard the fighting arrived.

Holding Runefang, Karl Franz's heart is like snow on the ground, as cold as frost.

Damn it! Has the corruption of the Treacherous sect reached this level? Even the grandson of Uncle Maximian...

In the Empire, how many people are still Chaos Cultists?

Rick's collar, Brunswick, the palace...what exactly has the Chaos sect infiltrated?

Like walking on thin ice, like facing the abyss.