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 wailing 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 weighs 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?"

贵族骑士显然被这幅地狱般的景象吓得魂不附体，与周围的同伴一起死死握住手中的武器。

“没错，就是我。

你们之前不是一直嚷嚷什么勇气、荣耀吗？ 我现在给你们一个证明自己的机会。

来吧，拿起武器向我发起进攻。

只要杀了我，你们就能赢得一切，甚至是这场战争的胜利。

别担心，我就站在这里绝不会挪动半步，更不会逃走。”

说着，左思以一种非常轻松的动作甩了甩大剑上沾染的血迹。

周围的佣兵们则迅速围成一团摆出一副看好戏的架势。

因为他们已经不止一次见识过自己目前效忠的主人武力值究竟有多么恐怖，因此一点也不担心这三十几个被吓破胆的敌人能掀起什么风浪。

“上！杀了他！”

一名体格硕壮的贵族骑士率先没忍住诱惑，抡起手中的钉头锤便率先冲了上去。

他的战术很简单，那就是先打碎战马暴露在外的膝盖令左思从马背上掉下来，然后再和其他人一起围上去将其俘获。

最后再利用这个身份尊贵的人质作为要挟逃回去。

不得不说，他的想法很美好，但现实却非常骨感。

还没等靠近，一柄大剑便劈头盖脸的砍了下来。

由于速度实在太快，以至于这位五大三粗的贵族骑士压根没来得及做出任何反应，连人带盔甲当场被劈成两半。

噗！ 鲜血直从断裂的动脉血管中喷出两米多高，随后两半身体才缓缓的倒在地上。

由于没有砍脑袋，因此他的意识一直是清醒的，在临死前看到了自己那半被分割开的身体，满脸都是惊骇跟难以置信的表情。

他完全无法理解，自己那足以抵挡骑枪撞击的加厚精钢护肩究竟是怎么被像黄油一样轻易的切开。

不过现在这些都不重要了。

由于失去了供血，脑细胞很快便开始大量休克、死亡，最终彻底失去意识咽下最后一口气。

在微风的吹拂下，刺鼻的血腥味立刻被其余的骑士跟扈从闻到，再加上那极具视觉冲击力的画面，导致几名心理承受能力差的人开始不由自主的呕吐。

这并不是他们受不了血腥的杀戮，而是过度紧张带来的生理反应。

一旁看热闹不怕乱子大的佣兵则一边鼓掌一边称赞道：“陛下，您的剑法真是越来越厉害了。也许下次您可以试试连人带马一起斩断，相信那画面一定会非常的壮观。”

“得了吧。

战马可是重要的资源，而且我跟马又没什么仇，为什么要连它们也杀？

反倒是这些蛀虫一样的垃圾贵族才应该被赶尽杀绝一个不留。”

伴随着最后一个字脱口而出，左思猛地催动地狱战马冲了上去，以无可匹敌的姿态对这些被困在原地的骑士、扈从展开屠杀。

在两柄门板大剑的攻击下，无论这些家伙是使用盾牌格挡还是举起武器招架，统统都没有任何意义。

眨眼功夫便被砍瓜切菜般屠戮一空，只剩下遍地的残肢断臂和如同雨点般落下的鲜血。

等做完这一切之后，他才转过身对传令官说道：“立刻吹响号角、挥舞旗帜把所有散出去追击的骑兵都叫回来换装。我只给十五分钟的换装和换马时间，十五分钟之后发动总攻。”

“明白！”

传令官二话不说高高举起手中的旗帜，同时示意旁边另外一个人吹响了低沉的号角。

呜——呜——呜——

当低沉的声音开始回荡在头顶的天空时，所有散出去的轻骑兵立马停止所有动作，甚至是丢弃了缴获的战马、武器和铠甲，清一色掉头朝自家军阵的大后方跑去。

此时此刻，有纪律性和没纪律性的差别被展现的淋漓尽致，就连那些自由散漫惯了的佣兵也不例外。

因为他们知道，这些东西扔在这里又不会跑掉。

反倒是发起总攻一口气击溃敌人彻底征服整个王国更重要。

一旦贵族势力彻底崩溃瓦解，无论是财富还是权势都将变得唾手可得。

就在骑兵返回己方军阵开始穿戴装备的时候，代替左思指挥步兵的赫米特已经得知了骑兵会战的结果，立马陷入无法抑制的狂喜，对身边的副官吩咐道：“去通知炮兵！给我狠狠打！”

“如您所愿！”

知道胜利在望的副官显得也非常激动，二话不说便竖起一面鲜红色的旗帜。

早已等到不耐烦的炮兵军官在不到两秒钟之内就反复确认了攻击信号，扯着嗓子大喊：“装药！快装药！到了我们表现的时候！如果有谁在这个关键时刻掉链子，我就惩罚他去清理一个月的厕所。”

不过这位军官的担心显然是多余的。

作为目前相对而言最安全的兵种，炮兵根本不需要考虑太多，只要按照流程装好火药并把炮弹塞进去，最后点燃引线就行了。

毕竟计算距离和测绘角度对这群文盲和半文盲来说还太过于复杂。

所以他们要做的仅仅是把炮口放平，对准前方敌人的步兵方阵发射即可。

伴随着引线被点燃发出呲呲声，几名骑着马的传令官立刻在军阵之间狂奔，一边跑还一边声嘶力竭的呼喊：“让开！所有在这条线上的人都他妈的让开！如果你们不想死的话！”

短短几秒钟左右，原本密集的阵型中间迅速打开了一条条的通道，而通道的后方则是黑洞洞的青铜炮口。

当引线彻底燃烧殆尽的刹那，震耳欲聋的巨响和震动便席卷了整个主战场。

尽管这些青铜火炮加在一起也只有区区十二门，而且发射的全部都是实心弹丸，可造成的恐怖杀伤力却让敌我双方都感到了胆寒。

由于贵族联军的步兵方阵非常密集，因此当炮弹打出去之后立刻便掀起腥风血雨，所有挡在炮弹前进路上的倒霉蛋无一例外不是当场暴毙就是腿断手残。

不管是盾牌还是铠甲，在这种威力惊人的弹丸面前都跟纸糊的没有半点区别。

最最重要的是，炮弹在敌人的军阵中打开了一个又一个的缺口。

就在贵族联军面对这种从未见过的可怕武器集体愣在原地的功夫，炮兵们已经完成了从清洗炮膛到二次壮弹的过程。

随着引线再一次发出呲呲声，一些贵族领主终于回过神来，像疯了一样掉头就跑。

他们一跑，手下的私军也自然会跟着一起跑。

但没等跑出几步炮弹便如期而至，再次把密集的方阵撕得七零八落。

如果说第一次炮击是没反应过来所以逃跑的人并不多，那第二次炮击就相当于把他们彻底打醒，再也没有了半点战斗意志，开始集体争先恐后的溃逃。

赫米特敏锐的观察到了这一点，迅速下达追击命令。

与此同时，左思率领的骑兵也完成换装，从两翼发起排山倒海的冲锋，将最后一点负隅顽抗的家伙碾碎。

至于剩下的就是尾随追杀和扩大战果。

当士气爆炸的骑兵冲进贵族联军的营地时，布拉姆公爵和众多贵族领主压根没来得及逃走，当场被堵了个正着。

因为主战场崩溃的速度实在是太快了，以至于他们根本没来得及搞清楚究竟发生了什么。

再加上刚好有几个逃回来的骑士在讲述自己的遭遇，导致许多人都处在震惊与失神的状态。

看着这群贵族领主惊慌失措的样子，左思随手砍死一个像是保镖的家伙，嗤笑着问：“公爵阁下，这就是你所谓王国真正的力量吗？ 不得不说，我对此实在是失望至极。

因为你们拙劣的表现让我感觉这场游戏毫无难度，无聊的都快睡着了。

尤其是那些骑士和扈从，完全就像是一群被宠坏的孩子，既意识不到危险，又缺乏警惕性。

说实话，这个国家能撑到现在还没有被灭亡，实在是多亏了这片大陆优秀的匹配机制。

现在你们做好准备迎接末日的降临了么？”

伴随着最后一个字脱口而出，在场这些贵族领主的脸色勃然大变。

因为他们知道，眼前这个异邦亲王可不会跟自己玩贵族之间的战争游戏，哪怕打输了也不会危及生命，最多只是支付赎金就能回到家族领地东山再起。

沉默了足有半分钟，布拉姆公爵这才鼓起勇气小心翼翼的试探道：“你真的要杀光我们？ 如果没有了贵族，你打算用谁来帮助自己统治这个国家呢？ 那些商人、工匠之类的市民阶级？

他们都是一群离经叛道的家伙，压根没有任何忠诚可言。

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.