Reborn as a prince, achieve the pinnacle of power

The night in the capital is full of bright lights and prosperity.

Every light seems to be telling the immortal legend of this ancient yet modern city.

Dimo stood in front of the window of the presidential suite, gazing at the prosperous scene outside. His eyes showed admiration for the city but also a hint of imperceptible worry and contemplation.

The interior decoration of the presidential suite is luxurious and elegant, and every detail reveals a noble atmosphere.

In the room behind Dimo, exquisite furniture, valuable artworks and soft lighting create a warm and solemn atmosphere.

However, Dimo's mind was not attracted by these luxurious decorations. His eyes were always fixed on the brightly lit night scene outside the window.

Dimo's thoughts drifted far away, and the sadness on his face gradually deepened, with mixed feelings in his heart. The scene of meeting with his godfather today emerged in his mind. It was a battle without gunpowder.

Godfather's attitude seemed gentle, but in fact it was indestructible. Every time Dimo ​​tried to make a substantive negotiation request, it was cleverly resolved. Godfather's smiling expression concealed a firm heart. He seemed to be silently warning Dimo ​​that everything had its established rhythm and he should not rush.

Godfather's Tai Chi skills were so superb that Dimo, who was already feeling guilty, had no chance to resist. Finally, he got a promise.

After General Chu Yuchen, the chief negotiator with the White Elephant Asan country, returns to Beijing, negotiations will begin immediately!

Di Mo spent the whole night looking through Mr. Chu's information, and the more he looked, the more headache he felt.

This young man is the biggest hawkish leader of the Great Xia Kingdom and the mastermind behind this major western exercise.

It is extremely tough not only internally but also externally.

Young Master Chu's background information is like a sharp knife. Every achievement and every tough statement made Di Mo feel unprecedented pressure.

"Boom boom boom!"

After three knocks on the door, the secretary pushed the door open, followed by Singer, who looked a little unnatural.

"Sir, I'm back."

Singh walked heavily to the window, lowered his head and spoke softly.

"Singh!"

Dimo's voice was a little erratic: "What do you think of visiting Daxia's Western Exercise today?"

"Your Excellency, Prime Minister!"

Singh lowered his head, opened his briefcase, took out a document bag, presented it with both hands, and said in a low voice:

"This is the exercise video that General Chu Yuchen of Great Xia asked me to pass on to you... After you finish watching it... you will have the answer in your heart."

Dimo's face changed. He took the file bag with a little hesitation, turned around and told his secretary to get a laptop.

It wasn't long before the secretary showed up with her work laptop.

He walked to the sofa by the window and sat down. He turned on the computer and inserted the CD in the file bag. As the screen lit up, the video of the Western Exercise began to play.

The picture shows the powerful military force of Daxia: advanced weapons and equipment, precise tactical drills and high morale of soldiers. Every detail shows the military strength of this country. The camera switches to the sky, and a series of Baidi fighter planes soar in the blue sky and white clouds, showing their excellent performance and the superb skills of the pilots.

However, all this did not surprise Dimo. He knew that Daxia had a strong military force, but the following scene made him feel heavy in an instant.

When huge tanks appeared on the screen, Dimo's pupils shrank suddenly. He stared at the screen, and suddenly a bad premonition surged in his heart...

As the video continued to play, Dimo's face gradually became gloomy, his breathing became more and more rapid, his anxiety continued to intensify, and tiny beads of sweat oozed from his forehead...

When the mecha warrior flying into the sky fired that shot, Dimo's heart sank completely into the abyss.

That single shot not only destroyed a mountain, but also completely shattered the unrealistic fantasy of the White Elephant India to become a great power.

Outside the Five Constant Virtues, I am the peak. This is Dimo's positioning of the White Elephant Asan Kingdom in reality.

Even facing the lower two constants, Dimo ​​felt that he could win the battle.

If Daxia had not had the monster Chu Yuchen, Dimo ​​would have had the confidence to compete with it.

But now, all of this is like a dream, disappearing along with the stronghold that has been reduced to dust.

Dimo held his body up and straightened up, his slightly trembling lips slightly opened:

"Singer, is there anything else Chu Yuchen asked you to bring to me?"

"He asked me to tell you that the first and final round of negotiations regarding our occupation of the 100,000 square kilometers of land will begin at nine o'clock tomorrow morning."

Singh was silent for a moment, looked up at Dimo, swallowed, and whispered: "General Chu also mentioned that if the negotiations are unsuccessful, the Great Xia Kingdom will take other measures, including but not limited to military action to defend their interests." There was a hint of helplessness and worry in Singh's voice.

When Dimo ​​heard this, a trace of fear flashed across his eyes, but soon a glimmer of hope appeared on his face:

"Singer, Daxia's mecha warriors are indeed the kings of the land, but even the strongest shield may be shattered at some point..."

"Sir, maybe in the future there will be such a divine weapon, but at least it is impossible now."

Singh looked at Dimo ​​calmly, without any change in expression on his face, but his eyes showed a trace of fatigue and helplessness that could not be concealed.

He took a deep breath, broke Dimo's unrealistic fantasy, and said in a deep voice: "This mecha warrior was named 'God of War' by General Chu. It not only has an invincible ion cannon, but also has the same energy shield as the Baidi fighter.

Imagine the glorious performance of the Baidi fighter. Even if we use nuclear weapons, we may not be able to destroy its energy shield."

After hearing what Singer said, Dimo's face turned pale as paper in an instant, his eyes full of despair and helplessness. He closed his eyes in pain, his body trembling slightly, as if the whole world was collapsing at this moment.

Finished!

My ambitions were completely shattered!

The future of the white elephant country of India has also become bleak!

There was a dead silence in the presidential suite. The air seemed frozen and time seemed to have stopped. Everything in the room seemed so quiet, with only the occasional sound of Dimo's heavy breathing.

The secretary and Singer looked at each other, and both understood each other's meaning. They quietly left the suite, leaving Dimo ​​sitting alone in front of the window.

Dimo sat alone by the window, staring blankly at the bustling city outside. The lights on the street were flashing, cars were passing by, and pedestrians were bustling, all of which formed a sharp contrast with the dead silence in the suite.

He stared at the scene before him quietly, feeling extremely lonely and helpless in his heart.

There was a heavy and depressing atmosphere in the air, as if time had frozen and every second became long and heavy.