Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1561 1533. Perception of power

Until today, it is actually the first time that the officials and nobles in Lushan City know what Lushan City has become in the past two months.

‘The past and present of power are actually difficult to detect in people who are not sensitive.

It’s like after a person is over thirty, he suddenly feels that he is out of energy.

The body has been in a state of slow wear and tear, but most people are not sensitive to the daily changes.

It will not be discovered suddenly until it accumulates to a certain extent.

As an individual who can directly feel the changes in his body, he is still so slow. Then organizations and groups formed by many individuals and stacked beds are even more vague and unimaginable in their perception of their own changes.

Perhaps, when an organization is so rotten that it is out of salvation, the upper class still has no signs of notice.

And maybe, when an organization is no longer the same, but individuals in the organization have no idea about it.

Today's Lushan City obviously belongs to the latter.

After Lan En's interpersonal relationship analysis was like a ox cut, he was spurred by a foundationless person like Fujiro.

Even such Lushan City has made an unprecedented progress in two months.

The officials and nobles in the city obviously only had to work in two months, and had no idea about the huge progress that happened around them, even their own hands.

Until today, when I saw this very clear display of power, I suddenly realized that they had completed so many projects that they had never dared to think about before under the coordination of Lan En.

This incredible excitement is obvious.

Even now, Akichi Mitsuhide, who had just returned for half a day after two months, was crawling on the floor on the city tower, tilting his head slightly to glance at his uncle, all of whom were shocked!

Because Mingzhi Guang'an's body was lying on the ground in a regular manner, saluting to the acting city lord who nodded to them from the city tower.

But his head had also turned to his nephew.

Standing under the black hat, the blood in those eyes was so crazy!

And Akichi Mitsuhide immediately realized what his uncle felt now.

He was from an orthodox martial family and received an orthodox martial family education.

Therefore, the thinking logic can be said to be no different from my uncle, and it is in line with each other.

As an orthodox martial arts child in troubled times, what is his biggest wish in his life?

—Let the family name flourish and spread its roots!

The Japanese martial arts family's obsession with family name is even higher than blood ties. If there is no heir in the sect, then even if they adopt it from outside, they must continue their family name.

After witnessing the power of this change with his own eyes, Akichi Ghost An's changes only shocked Akichi Ghost Hide at first, and then immediately understood seamlessly.

"The family name of the wise family is Changsheng at this moment! It's this moment! Ten Bingwei!"

When Akichi Mitsuhide came to his senses and looked at his uncle again, he found Akichi Mitsuhide looking at the army formation that had not yet been completed under the city gate.

This is actually their power, but I have never met the wise master before! Even if you can't even play it out!

And now, the Ming Lord has already jumped out by himself!

When will we wait? When will it last!

"yes!"

Akechi Mitsuhide's body, which was already crawling on the floor, turned slightly towards his uncle. This is a greeting before leaving.

After responding to the greeting, he turned around and ran down the city tower on the wooden floor.

It was not until Lan En had walked out of the city gate that the scattered straight clothes were stained with a lot of dirty officials who stood up with unfulfilled satisfaction.

"Everyone." After everyone stood up, Akichi Mitsuan, the leader, suddenly turned around and said to everyone, "Mr. Fujikoro should have been in the city and led the small hepa team to perform a position, presided over the subsequent transportation and maintenance of the baggage. ”

"Now, Lord Fujiyoshiro is proud of his face and delegates this position and power to us. We need to be grateful and must not forget it."

Everyone bowed and worshiped.

Akichi Mitsuan's expression was still, and he continued with a look on his airs, "But I also know that after the Lord Dai and Lord Fujiko were out, some people were inevitably confused and felt that the current good situation could not be wasted, and they wanted to do something on their own. .”

"But now is different from the past, lords."

Akechi Guangan's eyes were still covered with blood due to the emotional stimulation. He looked around and found that most of the people in the crowd had the same eyes as him.

The so-called nobles of the high rank are no different from the hungry wolf, dog, or beast when they are red.

Discovering so many ‘likes’ has made Akechi Guangan feel much more at ease.

"Now, the fate of all the famous families is all about one thought. Please be careful."

The content of the words is persuasion, but this expression and tone that is about to be murderous is a naked threat.

None of the many famous nobles present felt that there was anything wrong with it.

I just bowed down again, without any objection.

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Lan Eun looked at the map of Mino area in her hand, and complained to her side without raising her head. "Can you resist or fight? It seems that you just touch your legs and feet quickly, right?"

"Just dip a little!" Fujiro was beside him, and Lan En immediately answered the words, and the smile sounded like a smile never stopped. "Your Highness, what do you think I am suitable for? Just use it!"

Although Fujiro is wearing a modern outfit that integrates the skills of the Southern Barbarians, he is also riding a tall horse under his crotch.

But he still looks short and mediocre around Lan En and Qilin. I feel that both the people and the horse are shabby and very frustrated.

This is mainly because Lan En and Qilin are different from ordinary people and horses.

But Lan En could also understand why Fujiro was unwilling to stay in the rear to manage the supplies and transportation, a position that was both plump and powerful.

Because he still wants to make his image closer to the battlefield generals and follow him.

Power is like real estate, location, or distance from key locations is the top priority.

Just like the two months I had in Lushan City before.

Fujiro himself has no official position at all, but because he is close to Lan En, he seems to be a confidant assistant, so he can take care of everything. The wise and serious military generals and wise families have to shout when they see him. 'Sir, Your Excellency'.

Fujiro Fujiro has not received a high-end and comprehensive education, but he has an instinct to seek profit and avoid harm.

No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!

This instinct tells him that taking over the position pursued by the Little Hetu team looks beautiful, but it actually only makes him farther and farther away from his dream.

Because there is no doubt that the result of staying in Lushan City will be that he will stay away from the center of power.

That is, Lan En.

And when fighting, Lan En must use people around him, and in this process, more people will become 'he used easily'.

Once the war is over, these people will fill the vacant position of Fujiro.

This is called seizing the opportunity.

Fujiro may not have thought so comprehensively and far as logically, but his outstanding instinct made him subconsciously feel that the little Hetu team's pursuit of this position was not good for him, and he simply refused.

Perhaps, this is also considered a kind of political ‘killer instinct’?

"Actually, in the past two months, I think the most amazing thing about you is that you have the awareness of constantly learning, Fujiro."

Suddenly, Lan Eun, who was still looking through the map, said to Fujiro without raising his head.

"Am I?" Fujiro looked flattered and scratched his head nervously, "How did you say this, Your Highness?"

"Your instinct makes you very sensitive. In the mouths of many people, this should be called born wisdom. But you still know from the bottom of your heart that instinct alone can achieve limited success."

Lan En reached out and tapped him in the air.

"So you are very good from this perspective, Fujiro. Of course, you are still very bad. It's too overestimated to argue about the current front."

Fujiro seemed to have not heard the second half of the sentence, and smiled shyly and waved his hand: "Nothing is there! I've been too much!"

Wuming and Ah Xiu, who were also riding a horse by Lan Eun, looked at Fujiro in surprise.

I seemed surprised that people had the ability to selectively listen to only half of their words.

"Teng Yoshiro is rushing to be the pioneer?" Wuming first asked Lan En, then turned around and looked at Fujiro mercilessly and said. "Do you have a broken brain? Do you want to commit suicide?"

"Don't say that." Fujiro was not angry either, but just muttered with his ignorant friend, "I also have the ambition to make achievements! This is my dream as a man!"

"You have to consider something practical about ambition and dreams, really."

Wuming pulled down the evil ghost mask he had put on again to cover his face, rolled his eyes and walked forward.

But in the end, I didn't say "no matter Fujiro".

The military power of the 5,000 people is not much, but there is a huge circle and a long dragon walking on the road.

During the First Northern War, Lan An's largest single-player kill on the front was only a few thousand people.

If we want to include the supply and baggage team that will follow up, there should be tens of thousands of people.

Generally speaking, when using troops, in order to strengthen the momentum and intimidate the enemy, the logistics and baggage personnel are also counted as the number of troops, and there are many claims that they will double the number of troops.

For example, the army of 5,000 people is now normal to claim that 15,000 people.

This kind of military power is really not small. If it were placed in the Magical Middle Ages, there would be many countries with the whole country that could not bring together so many armies among the northern countries.

In Japan, an island country with scarce resources, so many people have been gathered in Mino alone.

Judging from the standards of the magical medieval era, Mino is indeed very qualified to be called a "country".