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The principle of "holding a general meeting for small matters and a small meeting for big matters" also applies to the Aslant continent.

Hundreds of nobles are discussing countermeasures together, and the discussion may not come to a result until next month.

This has already been reflected in the Kingdom's Parliament of Nobles. Even a trivial matter can last three to five months.

After appeasing people's hearts, a group of nobles, including Hudson, were left in the hall to have dinner together. Only a few noble representatives left with Earl Pierce.

Except for Chelsea, who represented the league, the rest were all powerful players in the province. The law of the jungle was fully reflected here.

Hudson no longer had any expectations for the outcome of the discussion. It can be seen from Chelsea's previous performance that he does not have the confidence to argue with reason.

Of course, it is better to have representatives than not. At the very least, it can represent everyone and express their basic demands.

After all, he is a nobleman, so he can't look too ugly on the outside. The influence of more than a hundred minor nobles in the alliance also needs to be taken into consideration.

No matter how you discount it, you must have a share of military exploits. How to specifically evaluate it depends on the pattern of the people inside.

If you want everyone to continue to work hard, you must be fair and objective. This aspect shouldn't be a big problem, the key is the arrangement of the next battle.

In order not to become cannon fodder, Hudson ignored eating and transformed into a hard-working bee, constantly shuttling in the hall.

This is the time to test the family's soft power. With letters written by Baron Redman, Hudson continued to visit relatives and friends.

Although this kind of occasion is not suitable for communicating feelings, it is still necessary to become familiar with each other. Maybe on the battlefield, you can save a life by relying on these connections.

I have to admit that a prosperous population is an advantage. Putting aside everything else, at least you have enough relatives.

Hudson met three people of his own clan who bore the banner of the Koslow family, one of whom was still serving under Earl Pierce.

There are even more relatives from near and far branches. If you insist on clinging to me, I guess one-third of the people present can be considered your own.

Of course, these resources are also mutual. As long as there is no conflict of interest, everyone is happy to use this as an opportunity to make more connections.

After all, judging from the current situation, we might have to go on an expedition tomorrow. Having seen how powerful the rebels are, no one dares to take it lightly now.

There is nothing wrong with making more connections. Even if it is to temporarily hold the Lord of the Dawn's feet, it is better than not holding it.

After turning around in a circle, Hudson came face-to-face with almost all the nobles present. How much effect it can play depends on the development of the situation.

Overall, Hudson is satisfied. No matter how dark the aristocratic group is secretly, on the surface everyone is still a humble gentleman.

It is still very common in aristocratic circles to sell favors when one can.

It's true that there are people who repay kindness with hatred, but they are only a very small number. Once exposed, it is equivalent to being cut off from the circle, and decline is only a matter of time.

Especially the kindness shown on the surface must be repaid.

Without waiting for the outcome of the discussion to come out, he just stuffed a few pieces of barbecue into his mouth, drank a glass of juice, and left with the crowd.

Unless everyone shows no respect, they have suffered heavy losses during the day. Now is the time when the military's morale is in turmoil, and it is not suitable for the coach to leave for a long time.

As soon as I stepped out of the fortress, a strong pungent smell hit me, making me sick. Looking at the flickering flames in the distance, Hudson almost vomited.

"Burning corpses" is also an inevitable part of the battlefield. No one knows how many people died in the day's battle, but it is certain that it will not be a small number.

They did not choose to bury them in peace, but burned them on the spot. This is not because everyone has mastered the scientific health knowledge. The main reason is that in the supernatural world, corpses can also be turned into murderous weapons.

Especially if the enemy is a cult organization like the Skull and Bones Society, if the opponent has a necromancer, these corpses are the biggest hidden danger.

Not sure if it was an illusion, but Hudson vaguely heard bursts of screams, and there seemed to be figures shaking in the flames.

Intuition told Hudson that he was right, this was indeed burning a living person. As soon as the anger rose from the bottom of my heart, it was extinguished by reason.

If the guess was correct, the soldiers responsible for burning the corpses should have been careless and mistook the fainted rebel soldiers for dead corpses, and sent them to be burned without any additional blows.

In this situation, what else can Hudson say?

"Go over and say hello and ask them to mend their knives one by one before burning the corpse?"

It's impossible to save people anyway.

People who are contaminated by evil weapons will gradually lose themselves and turn into killing machines, even if they save a life. If you want to save people, unless a high-level priest takes action to purify them.

There is indeed a high-level priest in the fortress, but he is too busy just to treat the injured nobles. Even the wounded in the Crimson Knights were dealt with only by ordinary priests.

The coalition soldiers were seriously injured and could only rely on their comrades to help them deal with the wounds. Who could care about the rebels?

Hudson could do nothing but lament the cruelty of the world. Even though there was a voice deep in his heart that kept telling him to change the world, reason still firmly prevailed.

I am very precarious, and if I have the heart of a holy mother, I am afraid I will not be prepared to survive three episodes.

As a master who was afraid of death, Hudson decisively chose to turn a blind eye and returned to the camp as quickly as possible.

As the victorious party, even if it is just a tragic victory, we must enjoy the fruits of victory. After counting the loot, Hudson was still disappointed.

I didn't see a single magic core or magic crystal in my fantasy. Obviously, no one would bring these things to the battlefield that look high-end and are not used by ordinary people.

The income from property is not much, there are more than 100 gold coins, more than 800 silver coins, and a bunch of copper coins, but unfortunately they are not very valuable.

Fortunately, there was no need for Hudson to pay pensions and military pay, otherwise this little money would probably only be enough for burial expenses.

Two dead horses, the mounts of an unknown ally, have been taken by the soldiers for extra meals.

Weapons and equipment were somewhat harvested, but because the competition was too fierce, not many were picked up.

"Thirteen pairs of armor, thirty-five machetes, twenty-eight giant axes, ninety-six spears, sixteen crossbows, five knight swords..."

Looking at this pitiful data, Hudson once suspected that God wanted him to learn from Nurhachi and carry forward the spirit of "Thirteen pairs of armor to raise an army."

Just think about it, in the continent of Aslant, it is quite possible to play princes and generals like Ning Ning. The rebel soldiers who were burned in the flames are an example.