Especially the knights, both men and horses were covered in heavy armor, just like heavy tanks in modern warfare.

Unless trenches are dug in advance, even the dense spear phalanx, which is most effective against cavalry, will find it difficult to withstand the terrifying impact of the whistling attack.

Because soldiers are human beings, not machines, any normal person would instinctively feel fear when faced with a huge monster weighing more than half a ton including the man and the horse charging head-on.

When you see your comrades being stabbed to death by lances, hit by horses, or trampled to death, you are very likely to be driven by the desire to survive and turn around and run away.

Therefore, in many cases, simply organizing the knights and followers into one charge was enough to defeat the enemy and win the victory.

Just look at the soldiers in the front of the army who were in a widespread commotion when facing the charge of the noble coalition cavalry, and you will know how effective this simple and crude tactic is.

You have to know that these people are not mercenaries with loose discipline, nor are they temporarily recruited militiamen, but the main regular army that Zuo Si has spent a lot of effort to build.

Although they may lack training and combat experience due to their short formation time, their discipline and loyalty are absolutely beyond doubt.

There are even many people who are not afraid of death at all in order to fight for a future, and they have been extremely brave in previous battles.

But now, facing the heavy cavalry's tremendous mass charge, he still couldn't help but feel frightened.

The only thing worthy of praise was that they did not collapse or flee. Instead, amid the officers' shouting at the top of their lungs, they set up a dense forest of guns that was enough to make one's scalp tingle just by looking at them, preparing for the impending attack.

Just as the distance between the two sides was getting closer and closer and was about to collide, the cavalry rushing out from the flank finally raised dust and attracted the opponent's attention.

"Look! It's the enemy's cavalry!"

A noble knight's eyes lit up instantly.

Because in his opinion, there is no sense of honor in attacking a group of infantry composed of tenant farmers, mercenaries and serfs, even if the victory is achieved. Only a fight between cavalry and cavalry is what real men should do.

What's more, if they allowed these cavalry to attack their flanks, they would be attacked by both infantry and cavalry at the same time.

No matter from which perspective, we should first defeat the enemy's cavalry.

"Turn around! Everyone turn around!"

Along with the shouts of the noble knights, the standard-bearing officer raised the flag in his hand high and waved it vigorously, guiding his companions who followed to turn.

If you stand on a high place, you can clearly see that thousands of heavy cavalry suddenly make a sharp turn less than sixty meters away from the infantry phalanx, leaving the latter who were ready for battle, standing there at a loss.

Fortunately, the infantry phalanx of the noble coalition forces that followed the knights in the attack soon appeared in the field of vision.

The officers didn't have time to think about it, and immediately shouted to the crossbowmen behind them: "Everyone, get ready! Three volleys!"

Accompanied by the creaking sound of bowstrings being pulled, thousands of arrows immediately flew into the air, drew a graceful parabola, and then fell on the enemy's head like raindrops.

As we all know, wars in the cold weapon era were fought based on organization, so for infantry, nothing was more important than maintaining formation, so the soldiers of the noble coalition did not advance very fast.

Those of them who had shields in their hands were better off, at least they could raise them up to block round after round of arrow rain, but those who had no shields and were holding spears or lances were in a miserable situation.

Although they were basically wearing chain mail, it was impossible for the arrows to kill them with one strike, but injuries were inevitable.

In particular, wounds caused by arrows will cause severe pain and continuous bleeding.

The waiting sounds they make as they fall to the ground will continue to undermine morale.

Even some infantry phalanxes that were seriously lacking in discipline and training began to retreat.

Because they had already seen the catapults and crossbows erected in the rear, they knew that the shields in their hands were completely useless against such powerful weapons. Basically, they would die if they were touched or brushed against.

fortunately!

Duke Bram was not an idiot after all. He immediately waved his hand and ordered his long-range troops to push forward, trying to suppress Zuo Si's army through arrows, crossbows and catapults.

The infantry of both sides thus started a battle in the traditional sense.

The only difference is that Zuo Si's army is a reorganized integrated army, so when he gives orders, his officers will execute them without hesitation.

The coordination among the noble coalition forces was rather poor, with problems of disconnection often occurring.

After all, they were not under the same command system.

In addition, the nobles always subconsciously have the habit of preserving their strength, and the internal relationships are complicated, and there may be conflicts between people, so although there are a large number of people, their fighting power is not very strong.

When the infantry phalanxes began to engage in close combat, many noble private armies showed signs of collapse and escape.

On the contrary, the soldiers on Zuo Si's side began to realize that the infantry of the aristocratic coalition were just a bunch of show-offs and soft persimmons, so they became more and more courageous in the battle, and could advance and retreat freely under the command of grassroots officers. They would often let the phalanx in the center retreat slowly and then order the two wings to charge to form a concave semi-encirclement.

Cause more damage by constantly squeezing the opponent's range of activities.

With stricter discipline, coordination and excellent battle formations, they were almost suppressing the enemy on the front battlefield.

If it weren't for the numerical disadvantage, this mob would have been defeated in just a few dozen minutes.

In contrast, the cavalry confrontation that had already unfolded on the plains outside the main battlefield seemed particularly strange.

Because the lightly armed cavalry under Zuo Si had no intention of engaging the opponent head-on. Instead, they turned around and ran after a provocation, cutting open the sacks hanging on both sides as they ran, allowing the sharp triangular iron nails to roll down the gaps and onto the ground as they ran.

Once all the triangular iron spikes are lost, the cavalry in the last row will speed up to the front of the team.

Immediately afterwards, the cavalry in the last row will repeat what they did before.

Moreover, this kind of kite flying is not in a straight line, but relies on the speed advantage to constantly change horses and circle.

Before long, the noble knights and their squires found themselves not only exhausted their horses' strength in the pursuit, but also trapped in the middle of an artificially created field that was not suitable for cavalry combat at all.

"Damn it! These cowards have no courage or sense of honor! They actually resorted to such despicable means!"

A noble knight who had just fallen off his horse got up to check his warhorse, and found a sharp triangular iron nail stuck in the horse's hoof.

Although the insertion was not very deep due to the barrier of the horseshoe and the thick cuticle, it had already destroyed the warhorse's ability to run.

Most importantly, this vast plain was covered with half-human-high weeds that blocked the view, making it impossible for people to see where these insidious triangular iron spikes were hidden.

Not only him, but also nearly two or three hundred knights and followers fell flat on their faces because their horses' hooves were pierced.

A few unlucky ones even fell headfirst and broke their necks and died on the spot.

"What do we do now? It looks like we're trapped here!"

The knight holding the command flag opened his visor and asked his companions with a grim face.

"What are you afraid of? They are like rats in a sewer. They don't dare to fight us head-on. Order everyone to dismount and gather. We will clear the weeds little by little and wade through a path."

Another noble knight of higher status showed a mocking expression of contempt and disdain.

Obviously, the arrogance and conceit engraved in their bones made them completely unaware of how dangerous their current situation was. They thought that this was just a ploy by the other side to transfer the cavalry away from the battlefield.

Little did they know that a massacre that would overturn the status of heavy cavalry in the era of cold weapons was about to begin.

In order to clear out as many triangular iron nails hidden in the bushes as possible, the noble knights and their followers gathered together to form tight horizontal rows, waving their swords and moving forward slowly.

Once he found a nail on the ground, he would pick it up and throw it to both sides while cursing.

"Your Majesty, you are truly a man of foresight. You predicted all the possible actions of these foolish nobles a few days in advance."

A mercenary leader who had followed Zuo Si in attacking the noble castle from the very beginning, put on an expression of admiration and worship and complimented excitedly.

Because knights and squires are the most powerful military force in the hands of the aristocracy, they are the symbol of invincibility and the foundation on which they rely to maintain their rule.

As long as this cavalry unit, which gathers almost all the knights of the entire kingdom, is destroyed, what needs to be done next is to attack one castle after another and completely sweep the guys who have ruled this land for more than three hundred years into the dustbin of history.

All the mercenaries felt a fire burning in their hearts when they thought about plundering the wealth accumulated by those families for hundreds of years, enjoying the ladies, young ladies and young masters whom they could only look up to before, and listening to their screams and groans in pain, humiliation and despair.

After all, before this, although mercenaries could earn quite a lot of money, they were always disliked by everyone in society.

The noble lords regarded them as tools and basically threw them away after use. Some of them were even killed because they did too many shady things for their employers.

The common people see them as robbers, bandits, and vultures that feed on killing and death.

Some towns will even refuse to provide any services to mercenaries, and even merchants will not sell them supplies.

But what about now?

Not only did they get the respect they had always dreamed of, but they could also take revenge on the nobles who looked down on them.

Therefore, in the eyes of the mercenaries, Zuo Si was simply the savior and holy king sent by God.

In order to avoid displeasing him, many mercenaries even took the initiative to stop their bad habits such as kidnapping, extortion, and robbery.

The reason is very simple.

You can only get a few dollars by robbing civilians, and the gains will not be as great as those from slaughtering and looting nobles and wealthy businessmen related to them.

Although most of it had to be turned in, the rest was enough to feed their greedy appetites.

“It’s not difficult.

After all, things like nobility being high and mighty for too long will really affect one's IQ.

What's more, they have not experienced a tragic failure.

You have to understand that humans are very strange and stubborn creatures. Unless they have experienced some things personally, they will easily believe any news they hear.

Only when you are knocked to the ground hard will you wake up.

Now let's take out the grenades and start preparing. As long as the enemy approaches the outer edge of the restriction circle, we will immediately launch wave after wave of attacks.

Remember, you must throw out all the grenades you carry within a short period of time.

Only in this way can we annihilate the strongest force of this noble coalition to the greatest extent possible."

After saying this, Zuo Si gently squeezed the belly of the warhorse under his crotch, put down his armor and began to slowly move towards the direction of the noble knights and their followers.

At this moment, he was fully armed, and he was carrying two terrifying door-panel swords behind him.

Normally, no horse could bear such a horrible weight.

But Zuo Si used the power of Batto Hell to strengthen the warhorse under his crotch, so this black warhorse has become an absolute magical creature, with a terrifying red light flashing in its eyes, and its teeth have changed from molars and incisors for eating grass to canines that are more suitable for biting.

So this warhorse named "Death" not only did not feel any effort in carrying a weight of more than one ton, but instead walked lightly and looked very relaxed.

Not only that, after realizing that its master was going to ride it to fight, it immediately became extremely bloodthirsty and excited, and kept making shrill neighing sounds.

If Zuo Si hadn't been holding the reins, it would have accelerated and rushed out by now.

Boom boom!

Accompanied by the sound and vibration of horse hooves stepping on the ground, the light cavalry, who had been resting for a while, finally started to move again.

I saw that each of them was holding a lit torch in one hand and a rough-looking iron can in the other hand, with an obvious fuse on the can.

You don't need to ask to know that this is the homemade grenade made by the craftsmen under the guidance of Zuo Si.

Due to the limited power of original gunpowder, the only way to make up for the lack of power was to increase the amount of gunpowder.

Each iron can weigh more than three kilograms, has been granulated, and is stuffed with many small iron pieces to increase splash damage.

Perhaps in the industrial age, these primitive earth grenades would only make people laugh.

But in this continent where cold weapons are still the mainstream, it is definitely a dimensionality reduction attack.

When the noble knights and their followers were about to walk out of the area covered with triangular iron nails, the light cavalry immediately began to charge with acceleration and roar.

"Get on the horses! Get on the horses quickly! They are trying to attack our formation!"

"Are these cowards finally brave enough to fight us openly? Then let them come!"

"The kingdom must win! The nobles must win! Kill all these disgusting peasants without leaving a single one alive!"

"The glory belongs to us!"

…

Accompanied by the shouting throughout the day, the noble knights and their followers quickly remounted their horses and formed an attack formation, intending to teach this group of ignorant light cavalry who didn't even have vests a lesson.

But soon, they paid a heavy price for their underestimation of the enemy.

Because Zuo Si's light cavalry had no intention of charging at all, but used the speed of sprinting to ignite the fuse and throw the explosive in their hands, then turned and ran in circles like the kite heavy cavalry before, adjusting direction to ignite the next grenade.

"Ah!!!! Damn! What the hell is this?"

A knight was hit on the head by a grenade that fell from the sky and let out a scream.

After all, a three-kilogram weight plus the acceleration brought by a sprinting warhorse would definitely not feel good when it hits your body.

Fortunately, the helmet was of high quality and successfully blocked the attack after having a dent.

The knight who was hit felt a little dizzy.

Just as he lowered his head to check what the "hidden weapon" that attacked him was, a thick smoke and pungent smell suddenly came from under the crotch of the warhorse.

The next second...

Boom!!!!!! The shock wave from the explosion lifted the knight and his horse up to three or four meters in the air, where they spun around, and then fell back to the ground with a thud, motionless.

During the rotation, the horse's belly, which had no protection, exploded directly, and intestines, plasma and other internal organs splattered everywhere, forming a spectacular blood mist.

During the explosion, countless small pieces of iron crashed into the surrounding knights and followers at an extremely fast speed.

Most of them were blocked by the armor, but some of them slipped through the gaps and embedded deeply into the fragile flesh.

Others were killed or knocked unconscious by the shock wave generated by the explosion.

In addition, there were cases where war horses became frightened and ran away in all directions, causing their riders to fall off their backs and be trampled to death.

In short, in just five or six minutes, the scene became a complete mess.

Because the noble knights had never seen the power of thermal weapons, they had no idea how to deal with this situation. Some of them had never seen black gunpowder and thought it was some kind of evil witchcraft or magic, and instantly lost their will to fight.

Those who recognized that it was a gunpowder explosion and wanted to fight to the death were frightened by their horses and could only be carried around.

If they were lucky enough, they might be able to escape from the area full of triangular iron nails, but most of the time, their horses would get frightened and run around, stepping on the iron nails and falling to the ground, becoming lambs to be slaughtered.

The light cavalry, having thrown away all their grenades, picked up the enemy's dropped lances and began hunting down the lone knights and followers, nailing them to death one by one on the endless plain.

No mercy!

No mercy!

There was no need for prisoners! All they had was ruthless slaughter! Especially after losing their warhorses, their invulnerable heavy armor became a complete burden, constantly consuming their remaining strength.

Some knights and their followers wanted to form a dense circle to resist the attack of the light cavalry.

But whenever they gathered in sufficient numbers, a grenade would inevitably fall from the sky and blow them to pieces.

"No! No! No! How is this possible? We actually lost to an army made up of untouchables!"

The noble knight holding the command flag looked at his companions falling one after another, and his emotions and psychological defenses collapsed.

"Untouchables? Do you think your bloodline is noble?

If you go back a few hundred years, your ancestor might have been a chieftain or warrior of a barbarian tribe.

Because the empire built by Overlord Garcelik suddenly collapsed overnight, you seized the opportunity to seize this land and establish yourself as king.

The so-called feudal system and feudal aristocracy are essentially the result of mutual compromise among barbarian tribes when they turned from barbarism to civilization.

What's more, in terms of physiological structure, there is no essential difference between nobles and commoners. They can both be injured and die.

So what gave you the confidence that nobles were superior to commoners? Was it this nearly invulnerable full body armor?

Or the monopoly of land, wealth and violence? Believe me, all of these will become vulnerable in the face of gunpowder and hot weapons.

I am the one who brings about change.”

With a slightly mocking voice, Zuo Si finally appeared in front of the other party.

At the moment, he was holding two large door-panel swords. The blades and the swords were completely stained red with sticky blood, and there were even pieces of meat hanging in some places that were probably intestines or other internal organs.

The warhorse under his crotch openly devoured and chewed the flesh torn from the corpse.

"You...you are the prince of that foreign country?"

The noble knight was obviously frightened out of his wits by this hellish scene, and he and his companions around him tightly grasped their weapons.

“Yes, that’s me.

Haven't you been talking about courage and glory? I'm giving you a chance to prove yourself.

Come, take up your weapons and attack me.

If you kill me, you will win everything, even this war.

Don't worry, I'm standing here and I won't move a step, let alone run away."

As he spoke, Zuo Si shook off the blood stains on the sword with a very relaxed movement.

The mercenaries around quickly gathered together, ready to watch the show.

Because they have witnessed more than once how terrifying the fighting power of the master they are currently loyal to is, they are not worried at all about what trouble these thirty or so frightened enemies can cause.

"Go! Kill him!"

A burly noble knight couldn't resist the temptation first, and rushed forward with the mace in his hand.

His tactics were simple, which was to first break the exposed knees of the warhorse to make Zuo Si fall off the horse, and then surround him with others to capture him.

Finally, he used this distinguished hostage as a threat to escape.

I have to say that his idea is beautiful, but the reality is very bleak.

Before he could get close, a huge sword chopped down on his head.

The speed was so fast that the burly noble knight had no time to react at all, and he was split in half on the spot, along with his armor.

Poof! Blood spurted out from the broken artery more than two meters high, and then the two halves of the body slowly fell to the ground.

Since his head was not chopped off, he was conscious the entire time. Before he died, he saw his half-separated body, and his face was filled with horror and disbelief.

He simply could not comprehend how his thickened steel shoulder guards that were strong enough to withstand the impact of a lance could be cut through as easily as butter.

But none of that matters now.

Due to the loss of blood supply, brain cells quickly began to go into shock and die in large numbers, and eventually the patient lost consciousness and took his last breath.

With the breeze blowing, the pungent smell of blood was immediately smelled by the other knights and their followers. Coupled with the extremely visually impactful scene, several people with poor psychological endurance began to vomit involuntarily.

It’s not that they can’t stand the bloody killing, but it’s a physiological reaction caused by excessive tension.

The mercenaries who were watching the excitement and not afraid of the chaos applauded and praised: "Your Majesty, your swordsmanship is really getting better and better. Maybe next time you can try to cut off the man and the horse at the same time. I believe that the scene will be very spectacular."

“Come on.

War horses are an important resource, and I have no grudge against horses, so why should I kill them too?

On the contrary, these rubbish nobles who are like termites should be wiped out without a single one left alive."

As the last word came out of his mouth, Zuo Si suddenly urged his Hell Horse to charge forward, slaughtering the knights and followers who were trapped in place with an unmatched manner.

Under the attack of two door-panel swords, it didn't matter whether these guys used shields to block or raised their weapons to parry.

In the blink of an eye, they were slaughtered like chopping melons and vegetables, leaving only broken limbs and arms all over the ground and blood falling like raindrops.

After doing all this, he turned around and said to the herald, "Immediately blow the horn, wave the flag, and call back all the cavalrymen who have dispersed to pursue to change their clothes. I will only give you fifteen minutes to change your clothes and horses, and then launch the general attack in fifteen minutes."

"clear!"

Without saying a word, the herald raised the flag in his hand high, and at the same time signaled another person next to him to blow a low horn.

Woo-woo-woo-woo

When the low voice began to echo in the sky above, all the scattered light cavalry immediately stopped all actions, even discarded the captured horses, weapons and armor, and turned around and ran to the rear of their own army.

At this moment, the difference between discipline and lack of discipline was vividly demonstrated, and even those mercenaries who were used to being free and undisciplined were no exception.

Because they know that these things will not run away if they are thrown here.

On the contrary, it is more important to launch a general offensive to defeat the enemy in one fell swoop and completely conquer the entire kingdom.

Once the power of the aristocracy completely collapses and disintegrates, both wealth and power will be within easy reach.

Just as the cavalry returned to their own army and began to put on their equipment, Hemmit, who replaced Zuo Si in commanding the infantry, had already learned the result of the cavalry battle. He immediately fell into uncontrollable ecstasy and ordered his adjutant beside him: "Notify the artillery! Hit hard!"

"As you wish!"

Knowing that victory was in sight, the adjutant seemed very excited and raised a bright red flag without saying a word.

The impatient artillery officer repeatedly confirmed the attack signal in less than two seconds, and shouted at the top of his voice: "Load the gunpowder! Load it quickly! It's our turn to show our skills! If anyone fails at this critical moment, I will punish him by making him clean toilets for a month."

However, the officer's worries were obviously unnecessary.

As the relatively safest branch of the military at present, artillerymen do not need to consider too much. They just need to load the gunpowder and put the shells in according to the procedure, and finally light the fuse.

After all, calculating distances and measuring angles are too complicated for this group of illiterate and semi-literate people.

So all they had to do was to level the muzzle of the gun and fire at the enemy infantry phalanx in front of them.

As the fuses were lit, several heralds on horseback immediately ran wildly between the army formations, shouting at the top of their lungs: "Get out of the way! Everyone on this line, get the hell out of the way! If you don't want to die!"

In just a few seconds, passages quickly opened up in the middle of the originally dense formation, and behind the passages were black bronze cannon muzzles.

The moment the fuse burned out completely, a deafening roar and vibration swept across the entire main battlefield.

Even though there were only twelve bronze cannons in total, and all of them fired solid projectiles, the horrific destructive power they caused terrified both the enemy and our side.

Since the infantry phalanxes of the noble coalition were very dense, when the shells were fired, a bloody storm immediately ensued, and all the unlucky guys who stood in the way of the shells were either killed on the spot or had their legs and hands broken.

Whether it is a shield or armor, they are no different from paper in front of such powerful projectiles.

Most importantly, the artillery shells opened one gap after another in the enemy's formation.

Just as the noble coalition forces were collectively stunned in the face of this terrifying weapon they had never seen before, the artillerymen had completed the process from cleaning the barrel to reloading the ammunition.

As the fuse made a hissing sound again, some noble lords finally came to their senses and ran away like crazy.

Once they run, their private army will naturally follow them.

But before they could run a few steps, the shells arrived as expected, tearing the dense phalanx into pieces again.

If the first shelling caused a lack of reaction and therefore not many people escaped, then the second shelling was equivalent to waking them up completely, so that they no longer had any will to fight and began to flee in a collective panic.

Hemet observed this keenly and quickly gave the order to pursue.

At the same time, the cavalry led by Zuo Si also completed their equipment changes and launched a massive charge from both wings, crushing the last few stubborn resisters.

As for the rest, all that remains is to follow, hunt and expand the results of the battle.

When the cavalry with explosive morale rushed into the camp of the noble coalition, Duke Bram and many noble lords did not have time to escape and were blocked on the spot.

Because the main battlefield collapsed so quickly that they didn't have time to figure out what was happening.

In addition, there happened to be a few knights who escaped and were telling their experiences, causing many people to be in a state of shock and confusion.

Seeing the panicked look of these noble lords, Zuo Si killed a guy who looked like a bodyguard and asked with a sneer: "Your Excellency the Duke, is this what you call the true power of the kingdom? I have to say that I am extremely disappointed with this.

Because of your poor performance, I felt that this game was not difficult at all, and I was so bored that I almost fell asleep.

Especially the knights and squires, who were just like a group of spoiled children, unaware of the danger and lacking vigilance.

To be honest, the fact that this country has been able to survive until now without being destroyed is really thanks to the excellent matching mechanism of this continent.

Are you ready for the end of the world now?"

As the last word came out, the faces of the noble lords present changed drastically.

Because they knew that the foreign prince in front of them would not play the war game between nobles with them. Even if he lost, his life would not be in danger. At most, he could just pay a ransom and return to the family territory to make a comeback.

After a half-minute of silence, Duke Bram mustered up the courage to cautiously ask, "Do you really want to kill us all? If there are no nobles, who are you going to use to help you rule the country? Those businessmen, craftsmen and other citizens?

They were a bunch of heretics with no loyalty at all.

On the contrary, we can quickly help you consolidate your rule over this country.

We are willing to accept you as our king and swear allegiance to you and your descendants."

"Hahahaha! Sorry, I don't need your allegiance. I only want the power, wealth, and land in your hands.

As for the crown, I will get it myself.

As for loyalty, I don't give a shit about that nonsense.

Because loyalty itself comes from interests.

As long as I can satisfy their interests, these people will always be loyal to me.

So please just die in peace.

Don't worry, in a few weeks or months at most, I will send all your servants, wives, and children over to keep you company.

After all, the most important thing for a family is to be neat and tidy. "

Zuo Si laughed and sentenced all the noble lords present to death.

In his opinion, the feudal system is the most primitive, backward and laziest of all forms of rule, perhaps only slightly stronger than the tribal system.

The biggest advantage is that the cost of ruling is relatively low, and the political structure is extremely simple. The king only needs to maintain good relationships and balance with several large families to make his position as stable as a rock.

But the drawbacks are too numerous to count, and the social governance capacity and organization are maddeningly low.

As an emperor who wanted to conquer this continent, how could Zuo Si choose feudalism as his base, so he just waved his hand.

The cavalrymen behind him instantly understood what he meant, raised their spears and charged, killing the former supreme rulers of these kingdoms on the spot or capturing them and beheading, strangling, or nailing them to racks.

Anyway, ordinary soldiers may still have a chance to survive, but those with noble blood would rather kill a thousand by mistake than let any one go.

With the annihilation of all the noble lords, the battle that determined the fate of the kingdom finally came to an end.

The remaining trivial matters such as cleaning the battlefield, providing treatment for wounded soldiers, burning and burying corpses to prevent plague obviously did not require Zuo Si's personal attention.

He sat directly in the tent of the noble coalition army, looking at the blood-stained map, and asked without turning his head: "How long do you think it will take to attack these castles and manors now?"

“Well… I think it will take at least two months.

Although most of the troops in these places have been withdrawn, they can still resist by organizing the servants and relying on the terrain advantage.

As far as I know, a great noble like the Duke of Bram could have hundreds or even thousands of servants.

Of course, that's a different story if you use powder barrels or bronze cannons.

I don't think any castle gate could withstand an explosion of that magnitude."

Hemet stated his judgment directly.

"In that case, let's divide our forces.

Leave 3,000 men behind to follow me into the capital, and the rest will be assigned in units of thousands to young officers with potential.

This is a good opportunity to train them to lead troops in battle independently and accumulate some experience.

As for the bronze cannon, I will not give it to them for the time being.

However, each team of 1,000 people can carry two trucks of explosive barrels.

Oh, right.

Remember to tell those officers that there is no need to kill all the nobles this time.

It is appropriate to keep some beautiful women or men who do not have such a strong sense of resistance.

I plan to gather them together and use them as a tool to make money.

After all, I believe there should be many people in this world who are willing to spend a lot of money to taste the taste of those ladies, young ladies and young masters, right? You know, after this war, the funds we have on hand have been almost used up.

If we don't find a way to get some money, many reform measures won't be implemented once we have full control of the country."

When saying this, Zuo Si's tone revealed his naked and undisguised malice towards the entire aristocratic class.

It was obvious that he not only wanted to exterminate all the nobles, but also wanted to exploit them and squeeze their marrow out of them.

The reason why we didn't do this before was mainly because we had not yet gained absolute ruling power, and staying would easily turn into an internal hidden danger.

But now, with the disastrous defeat of the aristocratic coalition, Zuo Si has become the de facto supreme ruler of this country and no longer needs to worry about any trouble caused by the remnants of the aristocracy.

What we need to do next is to follow the modern development history of Europe on Earth and continue to support the urban middle class to step onto the historical stage.

"Are you going to turn them all into prostitutes?"

Hemet was visibly surprised.

Although some countries on this continent had a tradition of taking the wives and daughters of the defeated party as slaves and servants, there were obviously not many that humiliated the entire aristocratic class so blatantly.

Zuo Si responded with a smile: “That’s right.

You should still remember how much money I gave to those mercenaries, right?

Now is the time to get that money back.

Not only will I use these noble prostitutes, but I also plan to auction off castles in various places and give away corresponding titles.

Of course, these titles come with no territory, only the title and the castle itself.

How many people do you think would be willing to pay a lot of gold coins for this?"

Hearing this, Hemet immediately exclaimed in a joking tone: "Oh my God! Are you going to empty the pockets of those mercenaries and merchants in one go?

I bet many people would go crazy just to get a noble title and a castle.

Because this was something they had longed for but could not get before.

It would be a waste of your talent if you don't go into business."

"No, you are wrong. Am I not doing business now? It's just that I am doing business for the whole country."

Zuo Si pursed his lips and revealed a meaningful smile.

You took his money and you still want to take it away? Don't dream!

Spend money where you make it.

He has plenty of ways to make these mercenaries willingly pay out all the money they earned from working so hard.