Whole Nation

"A group of cowards!" Tirango whispered sullenly. "Our warriors are fighting for the glory of the family in the front. You administrative officials, besides worrying about this, worrying about that, what else will you do?"

"Chief Tirango!" Baron Milo, the property officer, said softly in a muffled tone. "Warfare requires weapons to arm soldiers, war horses to distribute to knights, and food to be able to feed soldiers. Without these, what are you going to fight for? Fighting for the glory of the family, aren't we fighting for the glory of the family?"

"Enough is enough, only one thing will be discussed at today's meeting." Dardaniel’s somber face waved to stop the quarrel. "How should our Dardanier family win Satos, yet avoid the threat of Samoir? !"

"It's almost impossible! The Samoans have always been strong. It's impossible to sit and watch their sphere of influence and be inserted by someone else." Baron Finnland hesitatedly wiped the sweat on his forehead, and dazzled Dadani in the corner of his eyes. Erhe glanced, his voice trembled slightly

　　 "Unless, unless we join forces with the Dylans family, there may be some hope of contending with Samoir!"

　　 "Asshole!" Tirango jumped up like he was stabbed in the buttocks, his eyes red and bloody.

"Do you want our noble Dardanelles to unite with that mean woman? Have you forgotten how Master Feletus died? If it was not for the patriarch's permission, I would have led the army to the nest The car is gone!"

"Tirango!" Dadanirhe clasped his hands tightly, his face snarled with irony face. "This is a meeting that determines the future destiny of the family, not a personal performance venue. Although the Dylans family has a blood feud with us, this is a rare occasion. In the face of opportunities, personal grievances must be put down"

"But lord, Master Ferretus..." Tirango looked at Dardaniel's iron-cyan face with a speechless voice, and a tear hung on the corner of Dardaniel's eyes as A partner who grew up with the previous heirs of the Dardanelle family, Tirango is well aware of the weight of Ferretus in Dardanelle’s heart. If it is not the hard-earned heir who died unexpectedly, he has reached the end of his life. Why did Neil He personally plan this war?

"Let's do it this way!" D'Adaniel said in a dull voice, his body trembling, and seemed to be suffering extreme pain. His eyes closed for a while, and when he opened it again, the haggard expression seemed to be ten years old. In 2010, the arm weakly posed to Baron Finnland. "You go to the wagon on behalf of the Dardanelle family immediately and tell Dylan Carey that as long as we form a military alliance with us, our Dardanelle family is willing to Give up the southern Haas region!"

"Sir, you are the wisest person in the world!" Baron Finnland bowed respectfully after seeing Dada Nilkh imprinting the family seal on the document, and took the newly signed alliance document from the table. Disappeared in the hallway of the Dardanelle family mansion.

In the early autumn night, the bright and bright moon hangs high above the sky, and the light-colored Yuehua covers the city of Ribadin with a layer of white sand. The hustle and bustle of the suburban city can only get a trace of tranquility at this time. The shops in the market have been closed, and the merchants began to calculate the day. The profit of the goods, the carriage of goods is gradually becoming scarce, and the constantly lit lights in the city are like a few stars under the night,

After nearly two years of hard work by the fat man, Zhivading City has grown from a medium-sized city to a truly large city. The population has tripled to an objective 150,000. The outer city has also expanded three times. Tao is the original city of Zhivading,

Between the second and third city walls, there are more than ten large freight terminals and large warehouses, spanning the two banks of the Samo Li River crossing the city. Merchant ships can enter the city's docks from the expanded waterway. Leaving Zhivadin along the river channel, during the busiest market opening, the merchant ships that transported goods were like a school of fish crossing the river, shuttled endlessly through the seven tall gates of Zhivading.

A stomping Samoan military transport ship twice as big as a Mandarin merchant ship, swaying to the beach in the dark, squeezed by other merchant ships swaying for a while, and the bustling night market pier in the past, now standing full of dense Satsuma Soldiers, three steps and one post, five steps and one whistle, a team of heavily armed patrols shuttled between them, saw the transport ship docked, and the long-waiting guard captain Salon immediately ushered forward, the ship's sampan The figure of a fat man appeared.

The fat man got off the boat and got on a black carriage that had been arranged. Hundreds of Samoan guards were trailing on both sides of the carriage. The beautiful Yuehua was scattered on the carriage. Only the "creaking" of the wheels and the horseshoe hitting were heard in the silent night. The crunch of the stone road

"Has Miss Jones Nelly received it yet?" The fat man leaned on the velvet sofa in the carriage and asked the opposite Saron. A day of sailing made the fat man feel that his skeleton had been shaken. From Kyoto to Zhivading, take the bus. It takes two days, only one day by boat,

"Yes, sir," Saron responded respectfully, "We waited for Miss Jones Nelly at the contact point in Hasan Township the day after we received the letter from the lord. Although there was a little accident, fortunately not What a big deal!"

　　 "Small accident?" The fat man stood up on the sofa with an indignant look. "What the **** happened? Is there anyone on my site who dares to do harm to Miss Jones Nelly!"

"No, sir, we found the tracker behind Miss Jones Nelly's carriage." Salon saw the fat man's nervous expression and quickly reported "After interrogation, it was a member of the Kyoto Desak family, and he is still detained in Riwa. In Ding’s dungeon, if an adult needs to be personally..."

　　 "No more, you have dealt with it!" The fat man heard only the tracker, relieved, and waved to Saron. Such a little, the fat man was not interested in questioning.

"Now I don’t want to expose the shame of the conservatives in Kyoto. As long as the time is right, they will fight without us. Then they will talk about the situation in the south. You report that Dardanelle in the south. The family and the Dylans family formed a military alliance. Is this true?"

"I think yes, according to our eyeliners, three days ago, the special envoy of the Dardanelles arrived in Woche and had an afternoon with Dylan Kelly, a woman." Saron's face was solemn Took out an encrypted letter and handed it to the fat man

"This is the head of the Statunko Banner responsible for the southern defense~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The emergency report just sent, the Dardanelles army that has entered the western Haas region, took the initiative to withdraw from Kazakhstan yesterday afternoon Region, and the five thousand troops of the Dylans family entered the Hudule region, which is critical to our Samoer, and retreated one by one! I think the truth is no longer important, because the matter is too urgent. Arbitrarily take the lead and ask the adults to return to Zivadin to preside over the whole situation!"

"It's really my mistake!" The fat man read the secret letter solemnly, and sighed: "This old fox for Dardanelle is already fighting for you and the Dylan family because of the murderous feud. I didn't expect This old fox is so ambitious that he would rather make peace with the murderer and the enemy, and seize this rare opportunity."

"Immediately mobilized the army headquarters outside of Kyoto to return to Zhivading, ordering the Light Cavalry Corps and the Long Wa Brigade training in the southern mountains to enter the Hudule area." The fat man easily took a quill and a quill from the back of the car. Zhang Houwen sandpaper, signed two military orders to Saron

"Tell Statunko, I will send more reinforcements soon. I don’t care what happens to him. You let him close his eyes. If I lose an inch of Samoir land, I will withdraw his flag leader." !"

"Yes, lord!" Saron's face was taken seriously by the military order, and the carriage stopped outside a hotel. Saron pointed to the dim light on the second floor of the hotel. "Miss Jones Nellie was arranged on the second floor of the hotel, here The boss and the guys are all from us. There is also a small whistle set around, absolutely safe!"

　　The fat man opened the door and walked off the carriage, waving to Saron and the guard. "You all go back first. I won't go back to the governor's office for the time being. If you have anything, you can come here to find me!"