Chapter 1333
The eloquent Malus changed his past impression of him.
This was difficult to refute. If they did not want Nagareth to cause another riot afterwards, the Caledor Noble Council could only hold their noses and recognize Malus's words.
The promise of equal power is real, and so is the fear lord's political status as a Semen general.
In other words, in terms of Ulthuan's status ranking, Malus, who actually controls nearly one million Druchi, has the same right to cast a vote as Draknir in the election of the Phoenix King.
"Shit logic..."
"That's enough, Edtelis, this is the general trend and we can't change it." Agthel pulled his brother's arm. This was too shameful, but also too realistic.
The price of not killing all Druchi is to prepare to deal with these traitors. These hundred years are just a short transition period to eliminate the group of people who pose the greatest threat.
Integrating Druchi is far more difficult than Aslay and Enil. The end of the eternal war will be replaced by irreparable scars and cracks.
"Okay, are you finished arguing?" Draconir watched all the conversations and had no intention of appeasing either party. If this was in the royal court, he was the Prince of Caledor, so he could naturally safeguard the interests of the Dragon Prince and contain them. The Druchi power grew.
But now that he is the regent, it is necessary to exchange some boring ideas of the noble council for the millions of troops that Druzi can muster.
If something unexpected happened to his father... Drachnir didn't want to think that, but he had to consider how he would lead the Dragon Kingdom in this dark age if Caledor lost the most steadfast mountain.
The cold snorts, coupled with the raised eyebrows and unwillingness to look at Malus, fully demonstrated the dissatisfaction of the MPs.
"Then let's talk about the key things... Our first attack target is Bretonnia."
"agree."
"agree."
What puzzled Malus was that the congressmen who had just made faces at Drachnir were quite uncooperative in expressing their approval.
However, Drucci lacked the right to speak here, and he was too lazy to chime in. He crossed his arms and remained on the sidelines, squinting at the displays in the conference room that made Drucci feel a little horrified...
The heads of the Poison Blade and Hellbane, the fragments of Morath's Staff, the Horn of Seraphim, the hilt of the Destroyer...
Although he did not agree with the Dragon Prince's pressure, he never showed any favor to me...
Malus, who was thinking this way, was called out by Drachnir.
"Marus Blackblade, I remember that you have had some... friendly exchanges with Bretonnia many times. Can you provide some valuable insights?"
Malus didn't think much about it and just said it. Caledor's national strength could cripple Bretonnia lying down.
"Behemoth, this is the most difficult force to deal with in Bretonnia. 528 years ago, Rachaus created an extremely brilliant... performance in Bretonnia. He landed in Briogne and asked Duke Corentin to hand over One-fifth of the city's population was required to withdraw as a condition for withdrawal.
The Duke of Corentin, known as the Perfect Paladin, the Pilgrim of the Lady Plains, the Guardian of the Holy Grail Church and the Defender of Virtue, bravely and fearlessly went out of the city alone to challenge Lacasse, asking him for a glorious championship showdown..."
Malus's face gradually darkened, as if he was missing the beast king who died under the lance of the Dragon Lord Star.
"After a 'hard' battle, His Royal Highness the Duke, who led the attack with the guards, was swallowed by the war hydra. Afterwards, the beast named Quepos became a little upset. Maybe he was not used to the taste of the living saint."
"Fifty dragons are enough to sweep across the entire Bretonnia." Malus made his judgment and thought that this discussion was extremely stupid. How could he lose when the dragon was riding on his face.
"Thank you for your wonderful analysis, Lord Malus. I really hope that this kind of wonderful story can happen to you, and we won't always hear about... about you using the power of demons to fight back against the wind. ”
Agthel sneered. He looked down on Drucci. This was not only due to racial grievances, but also the embarrassing situation of the Dragon Gate back then.
"This may be much better than a certain lord who is famous in Ulthuan for his dragons. Making deals with demons has always been Druchi's habit. We enjoy the feeling of freedom from life and death, and we show off by teasing demons. means.
Instead of relying on some indescribable charm, or request. "
This statement offended everyone present, including Dracnir, but the prince obviously didn't care about what Druchi said.
"This time... the dragons will only be maintained at the necessary number, and there will not be too many dragons participating in the war."
"Indeed, the quality of our grassroots soldiers is much lower than before." Grelier, who had never participated in the verbal and written criticism of Malus, took out a thick stack of detailed documents of the armies from various places.
Although he is hesitant about war, he is still a high-ranking noble in the Dragon Palace and in charge of the army, and he can clearly understand the changes in the kingdom.
"We have a large number of veterans who retired after reaching age, and a large part of them were personnel transferred by His Majesty from the Kaledi Garrison. They have always served as the backbone of the army's grassroots command...
Not only that, because of the reform of the militia system, children born in the past century have rarely been exposed to weapons. They have brought fresh blood to various industries, but it has also led to a lack of passion in the military..."
"The three legions under the Royal Court, as well as the year-round recruitment orders of the Northern Army and the Royal Navy, have caused many people who should have stayed in the mainland..."
"Grell, tell us your conclusion. We all know the changes in the Royal Court military system. In addition to maintaining a group of high-quality local guards, most of the defense tasks are entrusted to the Dragon Prince."
The Speaker of the Parliament looked at Malus with caution. What he was going to say next was all about the kingdom's security secrets. Is it appropriate to reveal it to a Druzy without any vigilance?
"We must supplement the professional army through other means. The 16,000 professional soldiers directly under the Dragon Court are not enough to occupy the entire Bretonnia."
"16,000?" Agsel questioned. The Wind Howling City alone retained nearly 7,000 people after the war, and this was the result of most of the manpower supporting Oliveira. It made no sense for Kalede's standing army to remain at less than 10,000.
"It also includes non-combat equipment maintenance and technical personnel. I'm afraid that there are less than 15,000 people who can actually go to the battlefield, and some of them are close to retirement age."
Unexpectedly, Draknir was not surprised by this. The prince nodded slowly. This was the result of his deliberate planning.
Maintaining a large-scale professional army is a huge burden even for the Dragon Court. In addition, the blood transfusion to Oshuan every year makes it impossible for him to bear multiple pressures while constantly increasing the number of troops.
"How many people with quasi-professional training can be recruited without affecting social production?"
"If the whole territory is recruited, at least 60,000 people can be recruited... We have many tasks to be entrusted to humans. If we consider reducing the production of some non-critical equipment, we can recruit 80,000 people. If we consider letting women..."
"Women are the future of our kingdom. This is what the Dragon Court has always insisted on. Unless it is the most critical moment, I will not consider letting women enter the battlefield on a large scale."
Denying the terrible idea, Draknir pondered for a while and said a number that no one expected.
"Two hundred and fifty thousand, regardless of race." (End of this chapter)