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Volume 4 Tower of Violet 689 Banker¡¯s Feast

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    c_t;Winster did not ride a horse today.  ( )Visit: .  When he left the Presbytery, he took a simple traveling carriage and quickly disappeared into the bustling traffic of Triumph Avenue.  This carriage turned left and right, and occasionally ran side by side with other carriages. After some troubles, Winster had replaced three carriages, and the appearance of the carriages was completely different.  In the last carriage, Modcic had been waiting for a long time. When he saw him getting in, he smiled and said hello.  "The plan was successful," Winston sat next to him, his voice deliberately lowered, unable to hide his excitement, "Those old guys agreed to the conditions we proposed." "Then, the job is half done,  "Seeing him beaming with joy, Modsic reminded him without any trace, "But before that, you need to be cautious in your actions to avoid exposing your mistakes. " "It was me who lost my composure," Winston pointed out.  He nodded, quickly calmed down, and introduced him, "According to the information I got, they will launch in two to three days. At that time, the 'private' troops of the major nobles will join forces to rise up, and the Guards will control Norman."  All city gates prohibit anyone from entering or exiting The two thousand gold-robed guards stationed in the palace and a small number of security forces are no match for the noble private army. In just one night, the entire Norman city will fall into their hands.  "All the nobles' private troops have sneaked into the city?" Modsic asked.  "During this period, they have been using various excuses to mobilize private troops from other places into the city. The total number has reached more than 30,000. Although their strength varies, they have an overwhelming advantage in numbers," Wen Si  Te replied, "These 'private' troops are scattered in the estates of major nobles. They have been issued armors and weapons and are ready to go at any time. [Fast updates, clean website pages, few ads, I like this kind of website the most,  It must be praised]" "More than 30,000 people" Modsic pondered, "If they are allowed to occupy Norman City, will they be out of control?" "The 'private' army or the regular army?  There is a difference," Winster replied after thinking for a moment.  "As long as we grasp the timing of sending troops, we can easily defeat them, wipe out the rebellion, and recapture the city." "We still need to discuss in detail when to send troops and how to march." Modsic ordered the coachman and the carriage turned back again.  After about a quarter of an hour, it slowly stopped.  Modcic and Winster stepped out of the carriage.  This is a courtyard shaded by green trees, probably on the outskirts of the city. They entered the room one after another. In the hall on the ground floor, seven or eight people were talking to each other.  "My Lord reads;." Seeing Modcic's arrival, everyone stood up at the same time, and then greeted Winster.  These are all members of the "Iron Lion Club" who stayed in Norman. Four of them are wearing casual clothes, but their eyes are bright.  He has a strong build and an upright sitting posture. He should be a military attach¨¦.  "Everyone, I've been waiting for a long time." Modsic smiled and motioned for everyone to sit down. They sat around the conference table and listened patiently to Winston's introduction to the noble party's arrangements.  "Four commanders, do you have any objections to this?" Wait for Winster to finish speaking.  Modric asked clearly.  Those four military attaches were the four commanders of the Imperial Guard. On the surface, they had an unclear relationship with the aristocratic forces.  But in fact, they were the first members of the "Iron Lion Club" in its early days.  "What Winster said is true," said a commander with a dark face and short beard.  He nodded and replied, "If we choose the right time, these scattered nobles' private troops are no match for our imperial guards, but" "Although the general said it clearly," he stopped talking when he wanted to speak,  Modric said in confusion.  "Is there something tricky about it?" "It's easy to defeat them, but it's even more difficult to annihilate them all," another commander took over, shook his head and sighed, "In a big city like Norman, the streets and alleys are complicated, and the people are complicated.  It will take a lot of time and energy to find the rebels one by one. "It doesn't matter, we have plenty of time," Modsic said decisively, "Sealing the gates of Norman City and sending troops to search the whole city won't take more than a day."  It will take ten days, or if it fails in ten days, it will take a month, and the rebels will be wiped out in one fell swoop. " "But in this case, the desperate rebels may take risks," the black-faced commander was a kind man, hesitantly said, "Not only.  Our officers and soldiers will suffer increased battle losses as a result, and even the people in the city will suffer unreasonable disasters." Modsic frowned and thought for a long time, then suddenly took out two things from his arms and threw them on the table.  "This is the military talisman, this is the edict signed by the king himself, ordering us to clear out all the rebellious nobles at any cost I don't need to teach you how to do it, right?"  Yes." Everyone present stood up and obeyed the order, with stern expressions on their faces.    Modsic also stood up, spread out the Norman city defense map, and discussed specific countermeasures with everyone.  The responsibilities of the four commanders were divided, and the specially selected elites were led by Winster himself.  When the discussion was over, the black-faced military attache suddenly asked, "Sir, do you need to inform the old General Kurdran about this?" "Do you think he will agree to the military plan we formulated?" Mod  Xiqi asked such a question.  "The old general has guarded Norman for many years and loves his people like his own son, so he probably won't agree." The black-faced commander said frankly.  "Then don't notify me." Modcic waved his hand.  ¡°But in this case, wouldn¡¯t the old general¡¯s safety not be guaranteed?¡± The four commanders spoke up one after another.  With the character of the old general Kurdran, even if he has no soldiers, he will stand up to resist and scold him.  Seeing the anxious expressions on their faces, Modcic knew that if he insisted on his opinion, he would definitely make them resentful, so he made a big deal and said, "Old General, I will personally take action, don't worry.  "Excuse me, sir," the four commanders kowtowed, "We will go all out to put down the rebellion of the nobles." In December of the third year of the Fuxing calendar, many things happened.  South, north, battlefield, court, chaotic currents are flowing, rising and falling.  Because Nedil is obsessed with the dream woven by the Pale Lord, King Nachni sharpens the bloody sword on his waist, the Bright New Army and the Snowdon Southern Expedition are facing each other across the river, and the horn of the decisive battle is about to sound.  Blow. ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Behind the Lion King, there is a united will, and there is also the light of the sword.  The noble camp joined forces to rebel, and a huge net slowly rose from the capital Norman to the Hersius Valley. ? One after another, fresh fish are jumping in the net.  The elves of Moonsong Forest, the merchants of Tormu Federation, the princess of the Southern Kingdom, the king of the North, the disciples of the Sword Master, and the Sky Palace all placed their bets in this bet between heaven and earth.  The Evil God of Hades, who was perched high in the "Fortress of Sorrow", observed the chess pieces in his hands with great interest.  He is the banker, the banker who never fails. When the gamblers lose their eyes and shed tears, he will accept it all with a grin.  The joy that is as short-lived as the blooming of an epiphyllum, and the eternal despair that follows.  ps: (Second update today.)
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