Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

In the military camps of guerrilla forces across the land, soldiers sat in circles, listening to their generals read out war reports.

When they heard that Governor Aiden was leading from the front, displaying fearless courage in battle, wielding his sword with divine skill, and leading the guerrillas like specters through the enemy ranks, slaughtering them and causing them to abandon their armor and weapons, the soldiers' faces revealed admiration and longing.

They gripped their weapons tightly, the weariness and fear they had felt gradually replaced by fighting spirit.

Those soldiers who had previously harbored doubts about guerrilla warfare now deeply recognized the power of this tactic. They realized that, if used properly, they had a chance to achieve victory even when facing a powerful enemy.

Therefore, they eagerly volunteered for battle, yearning to establish meritorious service on the battlefield like Governor Aiden's guerrillas, and fight for the glory of the empire.

The spread of this war report was like sowing seeds of hope across the empire's lands. Both the populace and the soldiers drew strength from this news of victory.

They stood more firmly on the side of the empire, preparing to face even more severe challenges in the future, and the empire's strength to resist the enemy was invisibly consolidated and enhanced.

Soren sat at the head of the palace's main conference room, his face slightly weary but still conveying determination. He clasped his hands together, listening attentively to Neumann's speech.

The surrounding ministers and chief officials also looked solemn. The toil of recent times seemed to have left harsh marks on each of them, with many silver strands mixed into their once-black hair, and deeper wrinkles at the corners of their eyes. They all exuded an aura of physical and mental exhaustion.

Neumann slowly straightened his body, cleared his throat, and said, "Your Highness, relying solely on the governors of various regions fighting independently cannot be sustained. We need to provide some degree of support, more or less."

Soren nodded slightly, fully understanding this principle in his heart.

Although the governors in various regions had achieved some victories through guerrilla warfare during this period, he was also aware that this was only temporary. If they wanted to resist the rebels in the long term, the governors' own strength was far from enough.

His gaze slowly swept across everyone present, and he said slowly, "Lord Neumann is absolutely right. However, our resources are also very limited at the moment. What are your opinions?"

For a moment, the conference room fell into a brief silence, and the ministers all lowered their heads and began to think deeply.

After a while, Finance Minister Hornes raised his head, a hint of helplessness in his eyes: "Your Highness, the national treasury is now empty, and there are not many materials that can be allocated. However, we can try to raise some funds and materials from some wealthy merchants, but this may require giving them some policy preferences in exchange."

Lawrence, the military chief of the imperial capital, immediately said, "In military terms, we can draw a portion of elite soldiers to form small support units and secretly go to various enclaves to provide tactical guidance and assist in combat for the governors. Although the number of people is not large, they are all experienced veterans and will definitely play a significant role."

Soren listened to everyone's suggestions, tapping his fingers lightly on the table. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Lord Hornes' proposal can be tried. Negotiate with the wealthy merchants as soon as possible and strive to obtain more materials. General Lawrence, I will leave the matter of transferring soldiers to you. Be sure to select the most suitable candidates to ensure that they can arrive safely and effectively support the governors."

"Yes, Your Highness!" Everyone responded in unison.

Soren slowly stood up, walked to the window with slightly heavy steps, rested his hands on the windowsill, and quietly looked at the familiar palace courtyard outside.

At this moment, the courtyard, illuminated by the moonlight, exuded a special kind of tranquility, but Soren's heart was like a turbulent sea, difficult to calm for a long time.

Empress Maria stood aside, watching Soren's slightly lonely but incomparably firm back, her eyes full of heartache and concern. She gently picked up a coat, walked lightly behind Soren, and gently draped it over him. A breeze gently blew, lifting a few strands of her hair. She whispered, "Don't put too much pressure on yourself. The central provinces are still very safe. Even if a group of border kings join forces, it won't be easy to break in."

Her voice was like the warm sun in spring, trying to dispel the lingering haze in Soren's heart and bring a trace of comfort to this person who was shouldering a heavy burden.

Soren turned his head slightly, looked at Empress Maria's gentle face, and a warm current surged in his heart. He stretched out his hand, gently patted Empress Maria's hand, the movement full of gratitude and affection, and said, "Mother Consort, I know. You should go back and rest early!"

He tried to make his tone as relaxed as possible, not wanting the Empress to worry too much about him.

Empress Maria was extremely intelligent and immediately heard Soren's implication. His words clearly meant that he wanted her to return to her palace early and wait for him.

Her cheeks flushed slightly, and a trace of shyness and sweetness rose in her heart. She nodded lightly, her eyes full of love and expectation. After taking another look at Soren, she turned and slowly left.

She knew that Soren still had many things to think about and deal with at the moment. What she could do was to silently support him from behind, guard their warm harbor, and wait for his return.

Soren looked at Empress Maria's departing back until her figure disappeared from sight. Then, he retracted his gaze and looked again at the silent courtyard outside.

He took a deep breath, temporarily suppressed those romantic feelings, and his thoughts returned to the complex situation of the empire.

Soren's gaze, which had been looking out the window, suddenly froze, and his brow furrowed slightly. He turned to look at Shadow, his tone a little urgent as he asked, "Shadow, is there any news from Empress Nina's side? What's Prince Otreif up to?"

At this moment, although he had just been immersed in the brief tenderness with Empress Maria, as soon as he thought of the complex undercurrents behind the empire's situation, he immediately regained the caution and vigilance that a crown prince should have.

Shadow stood quietly to the side, his posture upright, exuding a mysterious and restrained aura around him.

He had long known about the secret relationship between Soren and Empress Maria that could not be revealed to outsiders. Although he did not say much about the feelings between the two, he silently approved of them in his heart.

Now, he personally covered for the two, relying on his powerful strength and influence as a Saint-level powerhouse, so that Soren and Empress Maria could get along relatively openly in this palace.

Because of this, Soren almost stayed in Empress Maria's palace every night during this period, enjoying this rare warm time, while also using this to relieve the tension caused by the many affairs of the empire.