Saint Maitreya Province, the barbarians are on the move.

This time, the south sneak attack, victory is not difficult, difficult is to hold the results.

In fact, with the current strength of the three Southern countries, the barbarian kingdom will certainly be hanged and beaten.

When the military machine starts, it is not so easy to stop.

But the barbarians can not be wretched development.

As their population and power expanded, the barbarians needed more trade and foreign resources.

Petty smuggling is not enough to meet the needs of a country.

And the best way to gain recognition, of course, is to flex your muscles.

From the beginning, the Kingdom of the Holy Cross was a target.

Because of smuggling, the decaying church and aristocracy of the Kingdom of the Holy Cross will be the best business partners.

But the kingdom, rigid and steadfast in its holy name, will not easily agree to diplomatic relations.

The only thing I didn't expect was for Locke's kingdom to flip.

So the plan had to be hastily revised.

According to the original plan, the barbarians themselves were supposed to withstand the first wave of attacks from the Kingdom of the Holy Cross, during which a large number of human supplies were transferred back home.

Then, during the winter, Saint Maitreya Province was handed over to the Lok Kingdom.

Let the two countries that have already mobilized for war tear each other apart.

This leaves a gap, which can increase the strength of the barbarian kingdom, and have more confidence.

But the plan changed and had to be changed.

The plunder of the population was only one-tenth of what was imagined, and the loss of the army was not small at all.

And will the entry of the powerful Kingdom of Locke into the Kingdom of Holy Cross lead to a one-sided situation?

That's enough for a barbarian think tank to get a headache.

But they dared not delay any longer, for it would lead to an attack by the two kingdoms and even greater damage.

The front-line generals who knew about this plan, while complaining about the lack of help from their Lockean counterparts, rushed to transport the population.

But they underestimated Derek's speed, and just outside the borders of the Kingdom of the Holy Cross, the new Army of Saint Maitreya intercepted a force of barbarians.

'What are you doing?

The officers of the barbarians were very nervous. He had never heard of the Army of Saint Maitreya, but they outnumbered him.

Simon himself held attachments to the documents exchanged between the two countries, and almost threw them in each other's faces.

"Half a month ago, Sant Maitreya Province was delivered to our Lok Kingdom.

Now that the two countries have established diplomatic relations, do you want to break the covenant?"

The barbarian officer did not expect such a situation.

With a livid face, he replied, "I'm just following orders. If you have any disputes, please go to our chief commander."

"Hehe!" Simon waved. "Take it."

What kind of savage shit? He's not scared.

Just a lost dog that he chased away.

The barbarian officer did not even think of attacking, although with his men, he was easily captured by the Saint Maitreya soldiers who had been prepared.

Even the guards who resisted were hacked to death right in front of them.

"You guys... This is a breach of the covenant."

The barbarian officer was shocked and angry.

"I'm cleaning up the slave squad for human trafficking, the human evidence, the material evidence, what else can you say?"

Legally speaking, naturally so, but how can this be said?

The matter quickly escalated, and the army of barbarians, who were still busy carrying supplies, suddenly stopped.

Several nearby barbarian armies quickly approached, but the Holy Maitreya Army was very tough, directly playing the double-headed dragon flag, and even directly arresting people in front of the thousand troops.

By the time the barbarian commander arrived, the atmosphere was a powder keg.

Derek finally shows up to meet Wilson, the barbarian leader.

'Viscount Derek, do you want to provoke a conflict between the two countries?'

As soon as the other side met, it was a challenge.

But Derek's not a vegetarian, so he just went straight back.

"Then go to war, or I shall be knighted."

Wilson's momentum was suddenly suppressed, and of course he dared not start a war now, otherwise it would be a waste of effort.

"This is your fault. Let my men go first."

"No, it is you who have violated the covenant, and according to the covenant just signed between the two countries, you have no right to touch a single tree and grass in the province of Saint Maitreya, and you must wait for the formal delivery of our troops before you can withdraw.

Now, I caught some of your scum, and you should thank me, or... Is this at the behest of your barbarian kingdom officials?"

Wilson, of course, dared not admit that the covenant was a paper to wipe up one's ass, but that was for the stronger side.

As it happens, the Barbarian kingdom needs people, and Derek has the psychological advantage of not being afraid of barbarians at all.

Two consecutive negotiations for three days, Derek is not an inch, Wilson several times want to go, but Derek is still the same words, war.

There's nothing I can do with this type of meat.

And now the barbarians have figured out the origins of Viscount Derek, the man who beheaded thousands of barbarians in the first World War.

Savage people look down on those who talk big.

But they hated and feared the savage butcher whose hands were bloody.

Wilson believes that the other side will do what they say.

And unfortunately, really fight, the two countries' covenant will certainly end, and they are not sure to kill this annoying guy in front of them.

Derek's exploits were so frightening that no general could claim to be better than him.

And these days, the Holy Maitreya Army is not idle, large and small to investigate several waves of barbarians, the number of knife fights is not a lot.

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Seeing it go on, the army's anger has been uncontrollable, and Wilson finally relented.

"I give up and let my men go, that's the bottom line, or I'd rather fight you."

He may have backtracked, but he can't let his men be detained, or his reputation will be ruined.

Derek naturally understood this, and pushed the other side to the edge, anyway, the future is ruined, perhaps no matter what the treaty between the two countries.

"Yes, but I need you to do something for me."

When Wilson heard this, he became even more depressed.

Can you still play like this?

He kind of opened his eyes, and this guy was the devil.

But he can only nod in agreement, even if he knows that this may bring great dangers.

Then the great migration of people began.

Brutal barbarians gathered the serfs of Sant Maitreya province and tried to ship them back to China.

Then it was a little bit of a detour, a couple of days in the opposite direction.

That's when the Holy Maitreya Army came and confronted the barbarians.

After difficult negotiations, the two sides finally reached an agreement on terms.

All the captured serfs were placed in place, and the barbarians began to hand over the lines.

You know, it just so happens that the place is called Augusta Territory.

Our Viscount, in the face of power, returned to the territory and found hundreds of thousands more mouths, and could only kindly help them, and issued a land reclamation order, allowing the serfs to cultivate fields around the designated villages, and have freedom.

As for the food gap, anyway, the old men of the Kingdom of Locke have promised to help with rations for several years, so what are you afraid of?

The Holy Maitreya Army took over the defense while recruiting soldiers in the surrounding area.

Derek wrote letters to relocate some of the country's manpower and began construction on the territory.

Towns were planned, military camps were built, skilled workers such as blacksmiths were trained, and freed serfs were recruited as private soldiers.

Of course, the liberation of the serfs was no imagined sensation, and even the serfs themselves were so insensitive that they simply did not know what it meant.

Derek finally realized that there might be some embellishment in the book.

But as time went on, when the serfs found that no one could take their lives without punishment, that they could own their own private property, and even determine their own fate, they would gradually support the great Lord.

For the time being, there's plenty of food to boost morale.

And Derek, while his colleagues in the northern Provinces are still dilly-dallying, directly seized a number of resources.

The mines, the estates, the town officials.

Privately appointed a lot of people, and even forged land deed documents directly for ownerless properties.

Not for nothing, anyway.

In this wave, he quickly became a cancer in Saint Maitreya Province.

Of course, the rights of the merchants, missionaries, and nobles of Saint Maitreya Province itself were also guaranteed.

This is the basic rule, belongs to the characteristics of The Times.

But in the face of new protectors, shouldn't some protection money be paid?

So, half a month later, by the time the first troops from the northern provinces entered Saint Maitreya Province, Derek had completed the horse race.

Derek won't believe you when you say these aristocrats don't understand the rules.

They just didn't expect Derek to be so fast.

Temporarily reorganize the army, quickly drive out the barbarians, so fast that no one can react.

By this time, Derek would have just finished his entanglement with the barbarians, if not still in the process.

Everyone came in at this time, on the one hand to avoid the trouble of getting up early, on the other hand also to rectify the army.

Wouldn't it be nice to give Derek some support, and then all of us swing scythes together and harvest the loot?

Unfortunately, by the time Derek took care of the barbarians, it was too late for the other lords to rush.

Count Pereira arrives first, and then does exactly what Derek did, if not more.

Other nobles are not willing to lag behind, one by one to run the horse enclosure.

After all, Derek can't eat such a big cake by himself.

Even the local snakes of Saint Maitreya should be grateful to Derek, because many people eat more ugly than Derek, directly eat with no disguise.

On the contrary, Derek was early to collect and scrape again, at this time alone happy.

Of course, it could also be because Derek shaved too hard, and the next person was jealous and missing a piece of cake.

In short, after another half month of chaos, Saint Maitreya Province has been in turmoil, and even some unlucky nobles found that the population of their territory was not one in ten, which was a good thing done by barbarians.

As for Derek, even if they knew he was benefiting, no one would dare to show their teeth to him.

Because of the rapid expansion of the Saint Maitreya Army and the private army, there were few forces in the entire Saint Maitreya province that could restrain him.

Unconsciously, the small knight of the past, completed the great work of the snake swallowing the elephant, and became the local tiger.

The chaotic Sant Maitreya Province is no longer the most important concern for Derek.

Although the power of the short expansion of the powerful, but all the premise is to withstand the counter-attack of the Holy Cross Kingdom.

Otherwise, all of this will blow over, and the backlash will send him into exile.

After learning the news of the invasion of the Kingdom of Locke, the bureaucracy of the Holy Cross Kingdom, which was still slow, became highly efficient.

The barbarians attack for a while, they are sure to drive each other away, but the old rival Locke man stands firm, want to drive away difficult.

Derek had to drop everything and go to the front line.

On his first day in the province of Holy Maitreya, Derek did not ignore the problem of the Holy Cross Kingdom's counter-offensive.

So this newly built castle below us, it's always being restored.

A large number of supplies are concentrated here, and Derek is prepared for a long war.

It's not a fight against barbarians. It's a fight.

His aim was simply to hold on to what he had gained and then digest it.

In a year, it won't matter who hits who.

"Until then, be prepared for bloodshed."

Derek has a steady eye, and he doesn't care about enemies in other directions, but through here? No way.