Iron and Blood: Chronicles of Calradia

This is not a cool article about a time traveler claiming kingship. A modern military scholar, with his knowledge that is incompatible with the Middle Ages, woke up on the side of the dirtiest battlefield in Calradia. What he joined was not a potential stock, but a down-and-out family whose coffers were at the bottom, notorious, and in the eyes of the nobles, they were no different from rogues. Here, modern economics cannot account for the greed of human nature, and sophisticated tactics cannot offset the actual twenty-step range difference of the crossbow. Every business trip is a game of profit and bribery; every solicitation is a contract of honor and survival; every smile and dance may contain a countdown to political murder. On the parchment of the family chronicle, there is a cold record: From 17 people to becoming the overlord, it took them ten years and 233 battles. The death rate of direct blood relatives in the family was 60%. Unification is not the pinnacle of glory, but the beginning of cold responsibility. Welcome to the real Middle Ages. Here, every silver coin that survives is stained with blood and the oil of abacus beads.