Chapter 32: good luck

When is a company most able to attract talents? The answer, of course, is when it is time to make money... The Principality of Allan Hill is now a truly rising "company", so it also has the ability to attract a large number of talents to come and join.

Modeller is one of these talents. He is a very capable person and a very responsible person.

As soon as he came to Chris' account, he planned to give Chris a meeting gift. Chris was unwilling to face the current situation of assaulting the enemy's castle, so he was very moved by Modler's request.

However, he did not immediately agree. Instead, he hesitated and asked, "Is there any danger in letting you go so rashly?"

It is a very good experience to have a leader who cares about his own safety all the time. Chris asked such a question before Modler decided to go to Blessed Sea Castle. It was also a well-thought-out choice.

Two birds in the forest are not as important as one bird in his hand, who has already fallen into his pocket, and the talent Modler is definitely more important than Wilkes, who is still standing on the opposite city wall. Chris was thinking very well, so he didn't plan to give away a talent who got it for nothing.

Hearing Chris said this, Modeller was very pleased. He turned on his horse and said: "I will go and go back, presumably Wilkes doesn't want to fight like this anymore. It's a waste of time. Nothing. My sense of honor can be said."

He was right, in fact Wilkes didn't want to fight anymore. The third round of artillery hit the city wall, and the entire wall of Hanhai Castle was crumbling. Cracks have appeared in some places. These cracked walls are already very dangerous, and it is not surprising when they collapsed.

Once the city wall collapsed, Hanhai's fortifications were destroyed by 70%. There will be a lot of casualties in the tragic street fighting, which is not what Wilkes hopes to see.

Chris can completely occupy the city wall, and a little bit of cannibalization consumes Wilkes' remaining troops. At that time, he will not actively surrender, but passively surrender.

The wise monarch knows when to fight to the end, and also knows when to surrender: exhausting all the power of counterattack and surrendering will only make the situation worse and lose all his negotiating chips.

Modeller, who rode forward, approached the wall of Bahia Castle. At this time, Chris had already ordered the artillery to stop firing again. The gunpowder on the tower has not yet dissipated, and many people are cleaning up dead bodies and broken rocks.

"I am Ellen Hill's messenger! Please come out and speak with your Lord Wilkes!" The Mordrell man, who is middle-aged, riding on the horseback with great momentum, shouted from the city: "My name is Mo Delaire! Your Lord Wilkes, please come out and speak!"

On the city wall, Wilkes waved away the gunpowder in front of him, saw Modler under the city, squinted and shouted at the bottom: "I am Wilkes! Admiring Modler's name for a long time. Number... But now that we are struggling with war, if you have any words, just say so!"

"City Lord Wilkes! In this situation, you no longer have any reason to stick to it! Stop the war now, and let me see His Majesty Chris. There is no need to let innocent people die in vain."

"It was his Chris who came to hit me..." Wilkes, who was standing on the head of the city, replied intentionally, but looking at the black smoke and the stumbling soldiers, he forced his voice to Pressed down.

In all fairness, if he had such a strong fighting power, he would also go south to level the North County and the Tubao... even he would take down Seris and build a powerful country.

However, this kind of thing is his turn, and it is still a bit uncomfortable after all. He pressed the buttress and shouted to the bottom: "Wait!"

After speaking, he turned around and prepared to walk down the city wall. His adjutant Bourgeois followed with his sword, followed Wilkes downstairs a little anxiously, and asked: "My lord! What are you going to do?"

"Open the city gate! I'm going to meet the former City Lord Serris... Forget it, there is no need to entangle this title at this time... I'm going to meet the Grand Duke of Ailan Hill, and find one for us in the vast sea. Way out." Wilkes said.

"My lord! I'll go! You're sitting in the city..." Bourgeos stopped Wilkes nervously, and persuaded him: "Let me go, your lord, you must ensure your safety."

Shaking his hand, Wilkes laughed and said to Bourgeois: "If you have such an absolute advantage, would you still make any small moves? He doesn't need to do anything to me to win...not to mention , He still has to care about some faces."

"Why should I face it?" On the distant hillside, Chris smiled to Captain Walter next to him: "What can reduce our losses, reduce the consumption of shells, and lose a little reputation?"

He looked at the open gate of Vast Sea Castle and said to Walter: "If he doesn't cooperate for a while, you will arrest me! I will stop him first and let the tiger go back to the mountain. I won't do it."

Just when Chris had decided to shamelessly and save shells, Wilkes had already rode his horse to Modler. The two greeted each other, and then chatted about the battle.

"I came all the way... North County has indeed come down." Modeller put out Wilkes' last hope, and said: "Alan Hill's army is not behind more troops, but businessmen. The team also has a carriage."

Wilkes froze for a moment, then looked at Modler: "You mean, Chris has no reinforcements either?"

"He has no reinforcements because there is no need for reinforcements. Whether it is a field or a siege, his troops are invincible here." Modler knew what the other party was going to say, so he said, "Do you think If you were lucky enough to eat this 1,000-man army, you can win?"

"In less than a year, he will be able to gather more troops like this to come and find you, but your strength will not have any essential changes." Modler is a more comprehensive one than Wilkes. For the generals, analyze this situation comparison more comprehensively: "No matter from which angle you look at it, you will only fail."

"It's not a concept to surrender now, and defeat after getting rid of the red eye." Modeller gave Wilkes a multiple choice question and persuaded him word by word.

"What you said...I understand it too." Wilkes shook his head somewhat lonely, and sighed: "But, I surrendered to him, what good will Han Hai have?"

"Benefits? What I saw along the way was that those carts were filled with cloth and other materials. All your people will be Chris’s people from now on. He is responsible for supporting these people, and They raise it better... Isn't that a benefit?" Modler asked rhetorically.

"This..." Wilkes nodded, acknowledging Modler's statement. He looked at Ailan Hill's army in the distance, and agreed: "Just follow what you said, and promise me and The safety of my soldiers ensures that my people can live and work in peace and contentment. I am willing to offer my loyalty."

Chris didn't know yet, he had already decided on the goal of having a black belly, and now he was ready to pack up and surrender. He rode his horse on the hillside, waiting for the other party's next plan.

Then, he saw a huge white flag hung on the head of Hanhai Castle, which looked so dazzling.

"Han Hai... surrendered." Walter, the commander of the regiment who was also pulling on the reins, looked at the white flag in the distance and reported to Chris Hui: "They surrendered."

Chris grinned and grinned. Today, he can be said to be extremely lucky: First, a senior commander who recommended himself to come to his door was in vain, and then he surrendered a senior commander.

He still had some of the shells left to attack the castle, and he also took the entire Vast Sea Castle intact. Now his territory is bigger, there are more people who can support his expansion, and there are more people who can support his industrialization.

"I saw it!" Pulling the reins of the horse, Chris remembered the famous verse "The spring breeze is proud of the horse's hoof." On the distant plain, thousands of Ailan Hill grenadiers raised their weapons and shouted for victory. The joyful voices could be clearly heard hundreds of meters away.

Seeing a battalion commander taking his soldiers into Hanhai Castle and seeing his king flag flying on the head of Hanhai Castle, Krison announced loudly under his chin: "Now, we have six large-scale The castle, hundreds of villages and market towns. With a population of over one million, I can finally say that I am a qualified principality."

However, after he was happy, a problem quickly lingered in his mind: three more principalities were annexed by him, and the tax revenue of the Arante Empire in the northeast was reduced by 3000 gold coins again.

In accordance with the practice of the Arante Empire, the Principality of Ailan Hill had eaten so many places and had to pay more taxes in exchange for the recognition of the Arante Empire. However, in this case, whether the Arante Empire will sit back and watch the rise of the Principality of Alan Hill in the northeast is another matter.

It is very possible that the Arante Empire will not recognize Chris's rule over Tubao, North County, and Bland Sea, and forcibly order the Principality of Alanhill to surrender these territories.

Of course Chris would never vomit the fat that had been swallowed in his stomach. Therefore, Chris narrowed his smile, and the expression on his face became dignified. Maybe a fierce battle would begin immediately, and once it started, the battle would not end easily.