"I am the one with a relatively high ranking in the inheritance. For this reason, I was assassinated by many assassinations from family members. Can you imagine that I have been in danger one after another since I was six years old. The reason I was not poisoned by milk was because a hungry cat was eating before me. My favorite horse's iron palm was tampered with and the bottom was very thin. As long as I walked into the stoney mountain on the scheduled route, I would shatter. Then I was frightened by the hard thorns sandwiched in it and rushed to the cliff. And the bridge I usually walk out, those crazy guys even sent people to fill a bucket of gunpowder on the bridge base. If I hadn't been sick and hadn't gone out for that time, I would have turned into a bunch of stinky bones that even dogs wouldn't want to chew."

"I escaped from that home since I was sixteen and wandered outside. I have seen all kinds of people, and no one knows that I am a noble. Even if there is a wise judge who finds out the truth and allows me to get my due identity again, I will feel that there are fierce eyes staring at me at any time in the darkness. Young man, you have no similar experience, nor do you feel that you have the right to inheritance and property that is qualified to covet. You have to understand that this is not a few thousand pounds or tens of thousands of pounds, but a whole county, a piece of land ownership that has been passed down from the time of the founding of the Kingdom."

Hearing this, Baron Hutson couldn't help but tremble for a moment, and he asked in disbelief: "Is it all done by His Majesty the King?"

"I don't know." Viscount Cohen raised his neck and drank all the red wine in his cup in one breath. He sucked the smell that echoed in his mouth, his flashing eyes mixed with a little excitement: "I just wandered outside like this, and the idea of ​​living was so strong that it far exceeded the desire for wealth and power. Twenty, thirty, forty... I have been in the slums and dared not use my real name. Those guys who have obtained the title are lunatics, and they will never let anyone who may pose a threat, even if this person is terminally ill and dying."

"Later I went to the north... Well, it was not the way you thought, but was "sent" to me without knowing it. That night I got drunk and knew nothing. When I woke up, I found myself on the boat and went north, and finally saw the legendary terrible giant."

Baron Hartson was slightly stunned and asked tentatively: "Are you caught?"

Viscount Cohen nodded, and a helpless smile appeared on his face: "It's slave traders. They have close ties with giants and continue to transport slaves to the north. It's a secret route on the sea, very safe. It is said that the waterway has been specially marked. There are reefs below the water surface. Large warships with too deep water cannot get through... Now you should understand that the Kingdom Navy is all useless waste! The human trafficking business has been coming back and forth under their noses for so many years. Those high-ranking naval officers are blind people with open eyes."

Baron Hartson felt an indescribable chill in his heart. He suddenly realized that he knew too little about the world, whether it was the northern border or the place of Morent County, or even the kingdom military system that he thought was very familiar with, except for the part that he usually had the most contacts, the rest were strangers.

"The legendary giants are all barbaric guys who eat people without spitting bones, and even pull open the other person's stomach and eat raw liver and intestines. Haha, legend... the giants I have seen and come into contact with are not like that at all. Although they are indifferent, they are definitely not human-eating monsters. Especially their king, they are very young and very handsome, and their etiquette and methods of speaking and doing things are impeccable." Viscount Cohen glanced at Hartson with a bit of drunken eyes: "If you have the chance, you should go to the north, which is another world."

The Baron heard another meaning from Viscount Cohen's words, and he was surprised: "...you, have you seen the king of giants?"

Viscount Cohen sneered with the arrogant and unique to those who have experienced it: "Do you think I am deliberately bragging about my own value? To put it bluntly, compared to our current king, the young giant king is more qualified to wear a crown than him."

Contempt, mockery, indifference... His words were even full of unconcealed hostility towards the current King George!

Baron Hartson gathered his mind, and he stared at Viscount Cohen with a slightly trembling gaze: "Who are you? Could it be... Are you a descendant of the giant?"

This was really unexpected. Viscount Cohen couldn't help but be stunned. It took a few seconds to react. He held his stomach with both hands and laughed loudly, feeling refreshed, and burst into tears. The bodyguard standing outside heard the movement in the room and hurried in to check it, but the viscount was waving his hand to let him go out.

"Your thoughts are interesting... Hahaha, this is the first time I have heard this statement... The descendant of the giant... Hartson, you are indeed an interesting guy."

Having laughed enough, Viscount Cohen raised his hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes and gasped, saying, "If possible, I really want to be theirs. Unfortunately, I don't have that kind of luck, but this does not secretly prevent me from swearing allegiance to the Giant King."

"Why?" Baron Hartson suddenly interrupted his words: "Why... why do you betray us, why do you choose those savage giants?"

"Betray?" Viscount Cohen's face suddenly changed drastically with this question. He stared at the baron fiercely like a tiger preparing to hunt: "Young man, what qualifications do you have to say such things to me? To betrayal, it should be those who wanted to kill me since childhood who were traitors in the kingdom. I was a noble, and they snatched everything that belonged to me."

"You can appeal to the higher authorities and ask for help." Baron Hartson answered very quickly: "There are judges and kings, and many people will help you."

"Go to his king!" Viscount Cohen cursed disdainfully: "Do you think I have never tried it? I have found the Supreme Court President of the District Court, and also found the most famous counts in the Kingdom Judges Group. I also wrote a letter to the king himself... But what did I get in the end? No one replied to me, and I was even attacked for it... Damn Holy Lord, those who had hoped for me, were they who leaked my news, and they all deserved to go to hell!"

Hutson opened his mouth, trying to speak but ultimately failed to make a sound. He could not find the words of persuasion, and any statement that seemed high-end and logical now seemed pale and powerless.

"Follow me!" Viscount Cohen kept observing his words and expressions: "You have the ability and the mind. The Giant King is a wise monarch. He never betrays his partners, nor will he be sorry for those who have helped him and obeyed orders seriously."

The Baron frowned very tightly, and he stood there with his head down without saying a word.

"You have no way out." Viscount Cohen continued to increase the weight of persuading surrender: "Do you think Morent County just sees this on the surface? When I accepted the Giant King in the north and was willing to become his subordinate, the Giant Northern operated for me through various hidden relationships. They killed the guys who occupied the title and spent a lot of money to help me regain my title. Since then, Morent County has moved into a state of war."

"I stocked up a large amount of grain here, corn, potatoes, wheat, and bread that I regularly changed to stocks according to time. I bought cattle and sheep in large quantities three years ago, slaughtered and marinated them, and specially built a large cellar for this purpose. Salt and spirits are also strategic supplies. I can pat my chest and say that the salt reserves in all northern provinces of the Saxon Kingdom are not as much as in my warehouse."

Baron Hartson was stunned again. The data made his scalp numb and his mind was dull, and he could only mutter to himself: "Oh my God... this is really terrible. How much did you spend on this? How could you have such a huge amount of financial resources?"

Viscount Cohen looked at Hutson as if he looked at an idiot: "The whole north of the continent supports me in doing these things. Do you think the giants have no money? They have much more gold and silver than you think, and there are amazing amounts of gems."

"...so you asked me to break the army into pieces and dispatch it to various villages and towns?" Until now, Baron Hartson woke up from a dream and finally understood the whole story. He stared at Viscount Cohen with a complicated look: "You are not ours at all, you have been helping the giants from the beginning."

"The giant gave me everything I wanted, and they even helped me revenge." Viscount Cohen did not avoid his gaze, and even raised his head and chest: "Morent County is a huge war base, and in a few days the giant army will arrive here from Fort Ladford. By then, everything here will be handed over to the giants, and I will become the commander of the new legion, forming an army based on surrendered civilians."

Baron Hartson was so scared by these words that he could not imagine that all this was true: "You... are you going to attack London with the giants?"

The Viscount smiled, with sarcasm in his words, and more of it was persuasion: "This is your opportunity. I said that you are an excellent young man and should not give up your life casually. Think about your family, your wife and children, and the weak people you want to protect... Times have changed. From the moment the battle in the north failed, the scale of the war tilted towards the giants. I admit that Marquis Brackbarn was a good man. He worked hard for the Saxon Kingdom, but he was only one person, alone, unable to fight against the huge aristocratic system, especially the king."

"A mere 20,000 soldiers want to stabilize the situation in Morent County? This is also too much of a look down on the giant's military strength. At the right time, you must do the right thing. If this number increases tenfold, I will never take the initiative to indicate your identity, and it is even more impossible to say these words to you. Young man, your army is over. Even if you return to London, what you are waiting for is nothing more than dereliction of duty to go to the military court, or to be hanged without trial. Haha... I know you have a beautiful wife and a lovely son. Who will take care of them after you die? The property you earned over the years will become the wealth of other men, your wife will lie in bed and let him do whatever he wants, your son will be driven by him like a dog, and even die at some point in the dark... Anyway, you are dead, the story of ghost revenge is like a legend of giants eating people, all fake."

These words shattered the last trace of belief in Baron Hartson's heart.

He lowered his head weakly, and expressed acceptance and obedience in silence.

...

A week later, Tianhao led the Imperial Guards and the First and Second Corps, a total of 300,000 people, to enter the City of Morent.

The place has been fully renovated two years ago. The main building specifications meet the normal size of the northern barbarians. The reserves are sufficient for food and grass, which can be consumed by 500,000 troops for one year.

Viscount Cohen became the commander of the Second Corps of the Imperial Security Maintenance Force. Tianhao gave him great autonomy, with the number of recruits of troops as many as 200,000. The corresponding weapon configuration came from war captures and small military-industrial enterprises in the Mollant area.

He was a spore transplanter who was successfully transformed. When he was first elected as the subject of surgery, it was entirely because of his devastated noble status. More importantly, Viscount Cohen was very different from Elizabeth. As long as he successfully inherited the title of the Lord, the entire Morent County was under his control.

Viscount Cohen held a grand welcome banquet. During the meal, Baron Hartson witnessed the scene of him having a happy chat with the giant general Xiang. All this dispelled the last slightest fantasy in his heart, and he changed from being forced to become a little proactive.

Since he chose to surrender, he had to show his strength. Baron Hartson, who made up his mind, stood up from his seat, bowed to Tianhao, and carefully stated his long-considered plan.

Morent City is the core of the entire county. Viscount Cohen has been here for many years, and the city guards are his people. The next imperial army went south to attack two targets, namely Gondor County and Evanson County.

"The first thing to do is to attack Gondor County." Baron Hartson's reason is well-founded: "Especially in the city of Onster, located in the eastern part of Gondor County, there is the most important branch of the Shu'ang Brothers United Iron and Steel Company in the north of the Kingdom and the largest arms supply base for the Kingdom army in the northern region. As long as the city of Onster City is taken, Shu'ang Company will lose a quarter of its production capacity."

Tianhao's eyes were full of smiles. He knew all about these situations, but he was satisfied with the nature and meaning of the words of a Saxon officer who had just surrendered.

War is the last resort to solving problems. As long as you gain more recognition from people, the conquest process will become simple and smooth.

"You said it very well and it is very insightful. Keep going!" Tianhao encouraged.

This evaluation gave Baron Hartson confidence, and he continued to talk: "At the same time, we should also pay attention to Laiwen Port."
Chapter completed!