Wandering Knight Start: I have a simple data panel

Earl Connor would never admit that he was corrupted by money.

Although... he made a lot of money every day.

When the father and son got together, there was no heavy atmosphere as before, and the air was full of the stench of money.

"Last month, a total of 50,000 gold coins were earned. This is the account book."

Viscount Barin handed over an account book with gold edges, which was so exaggerated that it was uncomfortable.

Earl Connor did not like such exaggerated things before, which did not match his background.

It can also be regarded as a kind of personality. The personality of being born in the lower class can enable him to win over a group of lower-class knights and nobles, which is also part of his influence.

So disliking luxury and not loving money is the personality he wants to advertise to the outside world.

After a long time, even Earl Connor himself thought that he did not like money.

Until...the money cannonball came.

He found that it was not that he did not like money, but that the money was too little.

Five thousand gold coins sounded like only one-tenth of an ironclad ship, but the annual income of the Connor family was usually this number.

In the past two years, the family fleet has made more money than in the first half of his life.

So... Earl Connor's attitude has changed unconsciously.

Originally, he was going to have both sides, but now he has obviously leaned towards the Northern Principality, otherwise he would not have directly sent his knights to pick up people at the border.

Perhaps he was unwilling to admit it, but he had made a choice.

At this time, when he heard the number of 50,000 gold coins, he couldn't help but pick up the pipe and take another puff.

The agate pipe produced in the New World was looming in the smoke.

Expensive things, except expensive, have no disadvantages.

Just like this pipe, it is much better than his previous copper pipe.

After enjoying this kind of life, how could he go back to farming and collecting taxes?

With someone who has a gun, status and influence in his hands, Earl Connor is unwilling to watch others enjoy it.

"Fifty thousand gold coins... Balin, have you bought the guns I want?"

"Five hundred Type Zero rifles, all brand new, with a batch of accessories.

Two infantry guns, plus two hundred rounds of shells, are enough for the family to arm a reinforced battalion." Balin was quite proud.

Guns are easy to say, but cannons are not something that anyone can get.

Even small things like infantry guns are controlled items.

Earl Connor nodded with satisfaction. The family can only support a limited number of knights and soldiers. Being able to maintain a standing army of two thousand people is the limit of the Connor family.

Obviously, two thousand soldiers wielding broadswords will definitely not be able to defeat two thousand new infantrymen holding rifles.

What's more, the money to equip two thousand new infantrymen is much cheaper than the old army.

Don't you think it's unscientific?

If you don't consider other equipment, it's really cheaper to give each person a rifle and fire five rounds before going into battle.

The army hastily formed like this still has a certain combat effectiveness.

Of course, if you add the expenses of training, bullet consumption, and weapon wear and tear, that is another matter.

However, Earl Connor must consider another problem. Guns and cannons do not disappear if you don't use them.

Your soldiers are still charging with swords, but the surrounding lords have begun to use firearms.

That scene... can't bear to watch.

In the final analysis, it is still involuntariness.

Once the nobles roll up, they are more terrifying than many people imagine.

Therefore, the batch of weapons brought back by Balin really solved the urgent problem.

"This relationship must be maintained well. Don't save what you should spend at ordinary times. You can ask the family to reimburse this money." Earl Connor reminded that burning incense frequently at ordinary times will be useful at critical times.

Balin nodded quickly, he understood this truth.

The father and son chatted for a while, and Earl Connor suddenly asked: "Does the Duke of the North intend to mobilize troops?"

Now that the power of the Northern Principality is booming, anyone with a discerning eye can see that the current territory is not worthy of the power of the Northern Principality.

The war could break out at any time, depending on the mood of the Duke of the North.

The surrounding countries are all targets.

Earl Connor's question is also what many people want to ask.

Some people want to resist the invasion, and some want to turn the tide.

Of course, there are also people who can't wait to be the guide.

But Balin doesn't know what the Duke thinks.

Even if he can contact the young Duke from time to time, he still feels that the other party is as far away as the horizon.

No one can figure out the Duke's thoughts.

"Father, no one can tell what the Duke is thinking.

It stands to reason that the Holy Cross Kingdom has the richest land, but the Locke Kingdom is the Duke's motherland.

Even the Barbarian Kingdom is possible, after all, their location is too coincidental.

Of course, if the Duke suddenly attacks the Griffin Kingdom, no one will find it strange." Balin analyzed it and finally smiled bitterly. If he could guess the Duke's mind, he would be rich.

"Isn't this nonsense? Anyway, any one is possible." Collison couldn't help but interrupt.

Earl Connor glared at him, and the latter immediately shut up.

At this time, people in Swan Castle were also talking about this issue.

Virut took off his knight armor and put on a neat new military uniform.

He has been dressing in this style since he was ordered to form the First Infantry Division of the Principality.

Now that the simple running-in period is over, he has also adapted to the characteristics of the new army and is ready to fight at any time.

"Duke, let the First Division practice with the barbarians first?"

Virut was eager to try, he felt that the Barbarian Kingdom was a soft persimmon.

I have been in the northernmost part for the past two years and I know the Barbarian Kingdom very well.

The newly formed First Division also needs a suitable opponent.

Taking advantage of the first-mover advantage, quickly occupying more land is a question that does not need to be thought about.

However, Derek did not respond to him and kept looking at the map.

Many people are guessing which direction the Principality should move in after being immersed for more than a year.

There are people who support various plans, and they will come to me from time to time.

But no one knows that Derek is not so urgent.

As everyone knows, the strength of the Principality is soaring.

At this time, doing nothing has actually widened the gap with the surrounding countries.

Other countries are forming new armies, but the quantity and quality are far inferior to the Northern Principality.

Fighting, it must be fought, but it has to wait.

Coincidentally, Virut has completed his first step.

"The First Division... stationed along the railway line of Plan City-Augusta City-Diggen Port in turn and take over the local defense."

"What?"

Virut thought he heard it wrong.

"Get ready, form the Second Infantry Division immediately.

Form the Third Infantry Division in two months.

By the fourth year of the Principality, build the framework of six infantry divisions.

By the middle of next year, build the framework of ten standing divisions and five garrison divisions.

Then... it's time for you to show your talents."