Realm of Power

"Your Majesty!" Southern Governor Statunko walked onto the deck of the battleship, stopped behind the fat man who was looking into the distance and bent down to salute. A dozen generals of the Southern Army also knelt down on one knee behind the fat man. Put your hand on your right chest and use the With the spirit of a soldier, he said loudly and uniformly, "Forty-seven thousand soldiers of the Southern Army welcome your majesty back home!" The voice rumbled throughout the deck, "Why are you doing these false gifts!" The fat man turned around with a wry smile on his face. body, eyes The light swept across like lightning, and he raised his hand to everyone, asking everyone to stand up and speak. "Your Majesty, please don't misunderstand, this is the voice of all the soldiers of the Southern Army, and it does not mean to flatter at all!" Statunko stood upright with an excited expression. The body said, his body The last Southern Army general stood up, his eyes flashed, and he said with undisguised excitement on his face, "In the Battle of Normandy, Your Majesty gave the Southern Army, which has always been known as the "Second Line Guard Corps," a chance to clear its name. Now in Imperial Realm, who doesn’t This feeling of admiration for our Southern Army has never been seen before. Even among the military academy students who are about to graduate this spring, one-third of the cadets have changed their past habit of only targeting the Northern Army and are beginning to be willing to assign troops to the Southern Army. The Southern Army is their first choice! Wherever we go now, our Southern Army dares to give us names! This is all a gift from His Majesty." "This is what you deserve." The fat man smiled sarcastically. Tatoonk's heart Complicated changes, he said with a solemn expression, "In my heart, the Southern Army has always been a real front-line force. Most people's eyes are on the Northern Army's illustrious military exploits, but I know that without you, the Southern Army is stable in the rear. The situation, the logistics of the escort army, it is absolutely impossible for the Northern Army to fight in the front without any worries. These honors are what you deserve. "Your Majesty..." Statunko looked excited. \u003c-\u003e His voice trembled slightly. "A real soldier is not only shown on the battlefield!" The fat man's voice stopped, and he stretched out his palm meaningfully, patted Statunko's shoulder heavily, and said slowly, " There is a proverb in my hometown: Those who are good at fighting have no great achievements! I think it is you, whether it is in response to Nord's southern invasion last year. , or the later Battle of Salander, your Southern Army was the focus of the entire campaign. It was you who fought with tenacity and blood and served as the backbone of the entire southern empire, but these are not easily noticed by the world. , so there are rumors that the Northern Army is good at attacking and the Southern Army is good at defending. Thank you very much for not complaining about my partiality! "

"The backbone of the southern empire!" The fat man's words made Statunko tremble slightly, and his eyes suddenly turned red. These words also moved more than a dozen Southern Army generals to a complete mess. No one spoke, but his eyes They are all so bright that it scares people.

This is the comment of His Majesty Falcon, who is known as the God of the Continental Army. Whoever dares to say that the Confederate Army is weak and incompetent in the future can be silenced by everyone with such a comment. Everyone's back straightened a lot in front of their colleagues in the Northern Army.

"Okay, let's not talk about this! Let's talk about Salander's situation! There are so many people and so many supplies. He must be very busy recently!" The fat man said a few words of relief to everyone. Walking to the deck of the battleship, because this time he was returning home secretly, there were not many guards at the docked military port. Statunko also came in the name of the Southern Governor’s inspection tour.

The sun shines on the embankment of the military port, embroidering a beautiful golden edge. The waves line up on the golden edge, and a vast world unfolds before your eyes.

After sorting out the thoughts in his mind, Statunko followed the fat man and said as he walked, "The overall situation in Salander is still good. In the north, according to His Majesty's instructions, we have used trade invasion to control the situation." The force extended to the area north of Wild Horse Plains,tè The bié was the Northern Alliance's heavy defeat in Normandy, and the Northern Alliance's control was greatly reduced. Those Salander lords no longer mentioned anything about the establishment of the country. They look so honest now. We don't mention taking back their territory. and power, that’s enough for them to thank God.”

"In the central and southern parts of the country, two-thirds of urban restoration and construction has been completed. Compared with the desolate situation when we took over, both the population and the lushness have greatly increased. It is no exaggeration to say that the central and southern regions are incomparable. Vikia, the center of the empire, is more than enough to compare Nord and Dorok. Tèbié was a person rescued from Normandy some time ago, which made most Salanders feel grateful to the empire and have accepted the empire from the bottom of their hearts. The fact that the former dynasty was more reliable..."

"How is Salander's reaction to the empire's suppression of the rebels?" The fat man waved his hand, interrupted Statunko's report, and directly asked the most sensitive question. This is also what worries him.

"Initially, there were indeed some dissatisfied words and rumors that were unfavorable to the empire, but after learning the news that the rebels were independent, they quickly calmed down!" Statunko responded with a strange expression.

"Oh? What's going on?" The fat man paused unexpectedly.

Statunko smiled and responded, "It can only be said to be God's will. Originally, the Salanders were dissatisfied with the empire's behavior in suppressing the rebels, but the news that the rebels were eager to stand on their own was undoubtedly a slap in the face. Stop giving them a loud slap in the face! Only the Sky Temple seems to have some objections to the empire’s forced annihilation!”

"Sky Temple?"

The fat man frowned slightly and stopped suddenly. As the spiritual sustenance of the Salander people, the attitude of the temple will affect many people, but the fat man is a little afraid to see Parstina now. What can he say? Say He killed tens of thousands of Salanders in Normandy? The high priest of the Sky Temple is afraid that he will fall out with him immediately! This is not just a personal relationship issue, but is directly related to the empire's control in the Salander area. Fatty doesn't want to lose the little results he finally achieved just because of a careless move!

"Your Majesty, if you want to be honest, it's time to make a decision about the temple!"

Statunko glanced at the fat man and said cautiously from the side, "The temple is currently in a turmoil over the issue of the Saint's successor. It is divided into several factions, and the empire deliberately avoids this aspect.

'This is very rongyi and gives people the illusion that the empire's power has lost control over the temple. This is very dangerous.

At least as far as my subordinates know, some opportunists who are dissatisfied with the empire's policies are planning to take advantage of this opportunity to select a saint, use the temple to control Salander, and gain the qualifications to negotiate with the empire! "

"Negotiation? It's up to them! They really don't know how to live or die!" The fat man's face was as cold as ice, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he snorted from his nose, "Get ready, I want to go north to the temple, I really want to see it Take a look and see who are the people involved in this farce!" To be continued!