War was not something that could be changed by the will of the people.
Although they were reluctant to send out their capable men, the big shots of the aristocratic party were at least not stingy in terms of money. The aristocratic party's rapid-mobility troop, which had a total of slightly more than 200 people, could indeed be said to be well-equipped. It could even be described as "armed to the teeth."
These people were all wearing enchanted armor, and all of them were using enchanted weapons. They brought along a large pile of various alchemy items, especially the blazing fire glue used for setting fires and the flash powder used for escaping. Almost everyone brought more than ten of them. Their mounts were mutant warhorses with the bloodline of magical beasts. These carnivorous animals could run continuously for more than half a day. After a night's rest, they would be able to gallop energetically again. They were much more advanced than ordinary warhorses. With such equipment, even if they encountered a strong enemy that they could not win, they could still easily retreat.
Their leader, Earl Hauss, rode in a special carriage. The carriage was pulled by a magical creature that was nearly half the height of an ordinary heavy-duty warhorse. It had a dark red mane and four hooves that looked like they were on fire. When it stopped after a wild gallop, it would emit a dark red mist, accompanied by its heavy breathing. Ordinary people would feel intense fear as long as they breathed in a little bit of the mist. After that, they would have nightmares for several days in a row. If they breathed in a little more, they would immediately become a lunatic. If they breathed in a little more, such as a few big mouthfuls in a row, then they would immediately calm down — they would be poisoned to death.
This strange magical creature was said to be the product of a hybrid between a devil and a horse. It was also said that it was a devil sealed in the body of a horse … In any case, it was not a good thing. They were called "Nightmares." Although they were not as terrifying as real Nightmares, for ordinary people, they were more or less the same.
The horse that pulled the carriage was already so special, so naturally, the carriage was also extraordinary. This carriage did not look big, but in fact, there was another world inside. Not to mention sitting one person, even if it sat eight to ten people, it could still be very spacious. There could even be enough space to hold a small banquet or something.
Of course, Earl Hauss would not allow as many as ten people to sit in the carriage. There were only two passengers in total in this carriage. One was himself, and the other was a middle-aged maid who was still very beautiful.
This maid's background was unknown, and her identity was also very strange. She did not even have an official name — because she would not pay attention to anyone other than the earl. She usually sat in a small empty room next to the earl's study in a daze. Sometimes she would eat, sometimes she would sleep. Her life was completely irregular. But there was one thing that was very strange. Every time the earl needed her to do something, she would happen to be present, or just walk over when the earl opened his mouth. She did not even once.
If it weren't for the fact that the woman was always dressed like a maid and had never shown any signs of martial arts or magic, and there wasn't even the slightest bit of Combat Aura or magic fluctuation in her body, everyone would've thought that she was the Count's bodyguard.
But there was no doubt that a maid was a maid, and not a personal bodyguard.
The current earl was a very careful person. He almost never let anyone near him. Even his food and drink were simple and unadorned, mostly to reduce the possibility of being poisoned. There were rumors that this was related to the sudden death of the previous earl. It was also said that the previous earl was poisoned, so the current earl was so afraid of being poisoned.
However, there was also another theory. The death of the previous earl was very much an element of "thinking too much" behind it …
Earl Hauss had never expressed any reaction to these rumors. He was neither angry because of it, nor did he appear to be guilty. After the loyal knight reported angrily, he just said indifferently, "Let them say what they want. The people are always ignorant. You can't guess what strange ideas will pop up in the minds of fools. You can't just cut off their heads because of their wild imaginations. Although their heads are useless, in order for them to work for me, they have to keep their useless heads to eat and drink. "
In such matters, the earl was very open-minded. But in terms of government affairs and military affairs, he was very strict. After ascending to the throne, he personally presided over the training of the troops. In the first month, he personally hung up and beat the soldiers who were slacking off to death three times. And in terms of government affairs, he would often suddenly inspect the accounts of the territory. Once he found any problems, he would investigate to the end. In total, he executed more than a dozen officials, both big and small. Among them were old ministers who had followed the Hauss family for several generations, as well as the second generations of famous families with extraordinary backgrounds. But in the face of the new earl, they all had only one end.
Hang them up and beat them to death.
Yes, the new earl's punishment for those who violated his rules was quite severe. Basically, it was just one sentence — hang them up and beat them. It was nothing more than depending on the severity of the situation. From hanging them up and giving them two symbolic lashes, to hanging them up and whipping them unhurriedly until they died.
Simple and clear, simple and clear.
He used the same method when he was reorganizing the rapid-mobility troops that were temporarily formed.
After three people were beaten to death, the rest became well-behaved.
For example, right now, they were strictly implementing the marching system set up by the earl. Scouts were sent out for at least 50 miles. No matter what unusual situation there was, they would be able to respond in time.
"You're too impatient in your approach," said the maid in the carriage, who did not say a word in front of outsiders.
Her tone was very calm, without the slightest bit of respect that one should have when speaking to her master.
"There's no time." The earl was half-lying on the soft animal skin mattress. His usually serious face showed signs of fatigue. "The backlash I'm suffering is getting stronger and stronger. If I don't hurry up and get things done, I won't be able to die in peace."
The maid sighed. "You don't have to be so anxious."
"There is a need to take advantage of this opportunity to strike the Goddess of Wealth hard. This will help promote the belief of the human gods." There was a fierce look in the earl's eyes. "The human countries should believe in the human gods!"
"But to be honest, I don't think a mere war will be able to strike the Goddess of Wealth."
"So I want to expand the intensity of this war. How can it be enough to just leave corpses strewn all over the battlefield? I want to make their people bleed like rivers, let the people complain, and make the Goddess of Wealth unable to control her belief. This will give the churches of the human gods a chance to grow stronger." The earl sneered. "One god monopolizes the belief. How can there be such a good thing!"
The maid was silent for a while and sighed. "You're still … too impatient. This matter could have been done slowly. We all have time. "
"There's no time. There's not much time." The earl shook his head. "There are some things that I can't say. Anyway, there's really not much time left. We can't afford to wait. "
He was silent for a while and said, "The situation in the south is relatively easier to handle. After all, we have a trump card in our hands. But the situation in the west is the most troublesome. The power of the Church of the Goddess of Wealth here is too great and their influence is too strong. If we don't strike them hard and prevent natural and man-made disasters from happening, we really won't find any good opportunities in a short period of time. "
"… I still have a bad feeling. I'm afraid things won't go so smoothly this time."
"If it doesn't go smoothly, then so be it. Anyway … I don't plan to go smoothly." The earl smiled. His smile was ferocious. "As long as more people die, it's fine. It doesn't matter to me which side the people die on!"
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