In the dark hall.

A stereoscopic projection sand table with a diameter of 10 meters is placed in the center, which presents scenes from the frontline battlefield. The Zilan Empire's fleet array is tightly organized, the advance and retreat are orderly, the command and dispatch are quite orderly, and the dual advantages of the quality and quantity of warships are too obvious for the suppressive effect of the alliance forces of several countries.

Due to the haste to respond to the battle, the entire military strength of the four countries simply did not have time to gather together to meet again, and when the Silver Sand Federation was defeated and the capital fell, the remaining three countries became more and more overstretched, and several battles ended in the result of losing troops and losing the army.

By yesterday, most of the territory of the Aurelo Empire had fallen, and only the periphery of the Imperial Capital Star Field was still under the control of the royal family, but the available fleet was less than 25,000 ships, and most of them were newly formed, and the combat effectiveness was not guaranteed at all.

The losses of reinforcements from the Minero Empire and the Guloponan Alliance were also very large, and the fleet that remained fully established was less than 60,000, and the morale was low, the people were panicked, and pessimism and war weariness quietly spread among the army.

However, after many days of fighting, the Zilan Empire's fleet lost less than one percent, and with the help of the Blade Commander's leading group, it had never suffered a defeat since the war.

Although the final moment has not yet arrived, the atmosphere of doom has begun to fill the hall.

Young Master Luo Yuan, the leaders of the four countries, and many important civil and military ministers were all present, staring at the picture in the four-dimensional stereoscopic image with a pale face and saying nothing.

Yuan Xinghe, the former prime minister of the Silver Sand Federation, has the most normal look, his country is finished, and his prime minister, the prime minister, has become an empty title in name only, although he still has the identity of the head of the government in exile, but even he himself does not believe that there will be a day when the country will be restored.

Fortunately, before the fall of the capital, he saw the opportunity quickly, and secretly brought a large amount of wealth from the treasury, which was enough for himself, his wife, concubines, children and grandchildren to live in poverty and luxury for a lifetime, and as for other things, he didn't bother to worry about it.

"Young Master, how long will it take for your fleet to come?"

Princess Iroka of the Aurero Empire, oh no, is now an empress, and her father had died two days ago due to the overwhelming and frightened army, so she had to succeed to the throne in a hurry. But looking at the current situation, it is really difficult to say how many hours she, the empress, can still be in office.

Hearing Empress Iroka's question, all the eyes in the palace were focused on him, now that the situation is critical and the country's demise is imminent, there is only Luo Yuan, a life-saving straw, that can be counted on.

Luo Yuan smiled slightly bitterly in his heart, and said something to appease them: "You don't have to worry, in about ten days, our main fleet will arrive, and we will definitely drive all the invaders back at that time!"

Everyone was speechless, according to this trend, the four-nation alliance will not last for ten days, I'm afraid it won't last even five days!

However, when the fleet of the Luo Yuan family arrives, there may still be a chance to repel the Zilan Empire and recapture all the occupied territories for them to return to the country, right?

Although the young master's asking price is very high, it is not them who pay the bill anyway, they are just the people at the bottom, and their interests will not be affected by half of it.

After a while, Luo Yuan excused himself from the game and temporarily withdrew from the rest under the pretext of being unwell.

When he returned to his dormitory, he found that one of his family's messengers was already waiting.

"What's the situation?" Luo Yuan's expression tightened, and he hurriedly asked.

The messenger was a middle-aged man who looked slightly old, he bowed, and then whispered: "Young master, the situation in the country has been a little wrong recently, the indigenous civilization of the Muyuan galaxy has attacked in a big way, and the empire's legions have suffered several defeats in a row and lost a number of key fortresses, for which His Majesty the Emperor is very angry, and has ordered to recapture the lost territory within a time limit, otherwise the main commanders of the front line will be severely punished." ”

"How can this be? Haven't the natives of the Muyuan Galaxy always been quite peaceful?Why did they jump out and toss at this time?" Luo Yuan's face changed.

The commander who guards the defense line of the Muyuan galaxy and oversees the development and colonization of this galaxy is none other than his grandfather, Grand Duke Luo Qingyang, and many uncles are also leading troops over there, once the situation here cannot be improved, His Majesty the Emperor will inevitably be punished, and then the family's power and prestige will plummet, which will lead to a series of catastrophic consequences.

The messenger shook his head and continued: "In order to complete His Majesty's order as soon as possible, His Excellency the Duke has ordered the transfer of most of the family's elite private fleet to replenish the strength of the defensive line so that a counteroffensive can be launched as soon as possible. So...... The 100,000 fleets that are ready to be allocated to you are currently only 20,000, and they are all warships of the technical standard of a fourth-level civilization, and the Alien Legion only has 3,000 people. ”

"Twenty thousand?"

Luo Yuan was suddenly shocked and angry, and asked angrily: "I came to the galaxy to carry out such an important mission, and you are actually willing to give me a mere 20,000 fleets? What can this do? That damn Zhao Xinglan now has hundreds of thousands of fleets in his hands, do you want me to send him to death?"

"I'm sorry, that's what His Excellency Duke meant,"

The messenger said solemnly: "Although there are fewer 20,000 warships, they are all fourth-level civilization level warships, and it should be very easy to deal with those small countries of third-level civilization that do not enter the stream." ”

"Hell, don't forget that Zhao Xinglan has the mother emperor in his hands, and once those tens of thousands of blades are in command, what use can these 20,000 warships with?" Luo Yuan was so angry that he smoked.

Originally, the leaders of the Four Nations Alliance believed that the hole card in Zhao Xinglan's hand was a mother nest, but this obviously could not be concealed from Luo Yuan, who was also from a sixth-level civilization, and after the analysis and research of the wise men around him, it was quickly determined that it should be a higher-level mother queen.

Such a terrifying weapon of mass destruction naturally requires strong enough force to suppress it, so Luo Yuan's family has prepared 100,000 fifth-level civilization-level warships for him, plus a total of 20,000 ability legions, among which there are dozens of powerhouses in the Holy Star Realm.

But now that the situation in the Muyuan Galaxy is worrying, in order to maintain the power and status of the family, everything else has to be put aside first.

"By the way, won't the Empire send some troops? It's not just our Locke's business. Young Master Luo Yuan asked again.

The messenger shook his head helplessly: "The empire is not strong enough either. Recently, there have been large-scale turmoil in many overseas colonial systems, and it is necessary to increase the number of troops and ammunition. In particular, the Qingqiong Empire has a tendency to increase troops on the border, which is not a trivial matter, and for this reason, His Royal Highness the Fifteenth Prince has personally led the Praetorian Guard Legion to rush over and sit down. ”

Luo Yuan's face became more and more ugly, and he could only blame the empire's luck for carrying it a little, and all the troubles broke out in this time period. This means that for at least half a year, he will not get further support from the empire itself, and with the little troops at hand, he will not be able to have a showdown with Zhao Xinglan at all.

"Young master, although it is difficult to lay out here, you can go to other regions of the galaxy and select a few small forces to support and control, which is also what His Excellency Duke meant. The messenger said again.

Young Master Luo Yuan's eyes lit up, he thought seriously for a moment, and nodded helplessly: "Okay, for the time being, it can only be like this." ”

After Zhao Xinglan won the Four Kingdoms, in order to smoothly digest the results of the battle, there will definitely be a period of integration, and he can support suitable agents in other regions of the galaxy, and he can still communicate with the top level of the empire.

As soon as he thought of it, Luo Yuan immediately secretly gathered his henchmen and evacuated the imperial capital silently on a battleship.

When Empress Eloka came to bed in the evening, she found that her new lover had long since disappeared. Immediately ashamed and annoyed, he gritted his teeth and smashed all the objects in the dormitory. This ungrateful bastard has been serving him for so many days in vain, and in the blink of an eye, the other party will turn his face and deny his account and secretly run away!

Without this life-saving straw, the Four-Nation Alliance lasted less than three days, and the capital of the Aurero Empire finally fell, and even the last tens of thousands of allied fleets were destroyed. The remaining two countries suddenly became rabbits in the net, and they no longer had the strength to fight against the soldiers of the Zilan Empire.

A week later, the empire's army successfully entered the entire territory of Shikoku, and even the many small forces attached to these countries were wiped out one by one, and all the territory was incorporated into the empire's territory. A large number of nobles, including Cécis III, fled the galaxy and took refuge in other galaxies.

So far, the territory of the Zilan Empire has successfully expanded to one hundred and ten star fields, accounting for about one-tenth of the territory of the galaxy