Chapter 6: The Cumulonimbus Clouds of Garcia
And beyond this planet? The results of the first wave of astronomical observations have also been published, and here "at least not the Milky Way". The huge funnel-shaped galaxy belongs here, but where is the Milky Way? That doesn't matter anymore. Even if you know, it's a mirage in the universe. The distance of hundreds of millions of light years is not something that people can reach out and touch.
This planet is the fourth planet in this similar solar system, and the Sun is much larger and brighter than the one on Earth - but the planet is also much farther away from the star.
She also has two moons, where you can sometimes enjoy a bi-moon at night. Most of the time, only one of these satellites can be seen in the night sky.
In the overview report, it is emphasized that except for the existence of magic, all the parameters of this planet are almost the same as those of the earth, and the average temperature is slightly lower than that of the earth in the same season, which is a bit of a Xiaoice river. The only downside is that it's autumn here, and it's spring on Earth. In another month or two, the units that pass by often will feel better.
The imperial capital of Garcia is also now in the autumn, oh no, eventful autumn. On the night of the carnival, the illegregated herald entered the city, surrounded by barbecue meat, wine, and drunks. The inexplicable Praetorian Guard officer had just rubbed the roast oil on his sleeve, and when he heard the herald's breathless report, the wine immediately woke up from head to toe.
The old emperor did not drink and did not have to wake up from head to toe. This was the expected outcome for him. In a guest battle, the enemy's situation is unclear, and defeat is completely reasonable. In this first game, I lost a real game.
The other party has already stood firmly on his territory. The new male lion is challenging the old lion king with bared teeth, and that's what he thinks. If you can't quickly push the opponent back behind the door and secure your position to close the portal, the Empire will only face a real shock death. There was not much hesitation, and there was not much regret. What is lost has been lost, the battle will be fought, and those who deserve to die will die.
In Charles? After secret talks with the Privy Council, Siravia decided to directly put the Eastern Army on the basis of collecting the remnants of the Western Army. This lock, which was originally used to defend the eastern essence of the Elta Empire, will also be the old emperor's biggest bet in this game.
That night, the Privy Council and the old emperor ordered the eastern army to be gathered and marched towards the portal, while the western army also had to quickly gather troops. Next year's military pay was distributed in advance to calm the morale of the army. After this toss, Garcia's treasury could not find many silver coins, but the retainers knew very well that if they won the bet, they would have a chance to enjoy the happy financial crisis, and if they didn't have to think about the financial crisis, it would definitely be the fall of the empire.
Of course, it is not so quick to gather an entire army in a vast land. Although the information blockade and the blockade of information from the upper echelons made the lower strata still optimistic about the battle situation ahead, most of the officers and men of the Eastern Army also thought that this was a rapid march to extend the victory.
Unsalable weapons, clothing, and even dairy meat products, which were already unaffordable for the majority of the population, began to be purchased in large quantities by the army with the last savings of the imperial treasury, and for a time from the imperial capital Garcia to the entire eastern seaboard, the craftsmen and merchants who became busy almost gave the illusion of returning to Elta in a prosperous era. Excluding the bereaved and high-ranking who knew about the defeat, almost no one would think that the front line was defeated in the face of a better life and a bulging wallet.
And the Western army is not so optimistic. After strong pressure and coercion and temptation, the Western Army finally gathered 80,000 usable troops. The Western Army, which originally claimed to have 200,000 troops, was almost exhausted of technical troops, and either went out in blood, or immediately broke the army after returning home. Doniva? Siravia could only keep urging the reconnaissance cavalry of his territory to catch these defeated soldiers from the countryside and fields one by one, and the most heinous crimes were corrected on the spot, and the rest were brought back to the Western Army to continue to serve. And this is the premise that the Western Army can gather 80,000 people. But even after returning to the barracks, the soldiers infected by the fear that penetrated into their bones could not forget the hellish path that escaped from the blood-stained dawn back to the Empire. Although wooden poles had already been erected outside the barracks to hang the air-dried skeletons that had escaped and been caught and executed, the atmosphere of escape was still very loud.
The temporary camps of the Eastern Army had been built before the arrival of the large army, but they also maintained a considerable distance from the Western Army. The Western Army has even had camp roars many times before, and even the soldiers who stayed behind were under tremendous psychological pressure. Unlike friendly troops marching briskly down the avenue, their occasional dreams every night can lead to a tragedy in which several people are beaten to death. Without a strong psychological quality, without a spiritual pillar to fight for, and without a strong enforcement of discipline, no matter how strong an army is, it will only become such a plate of scattered sand after being defeated.
There is no one in the Empire who knows the strength of the enemy better than the Magic Guild. Due to the relationship with the old emperor, the Magic Association was reluctant to disclose this kind of enemy intelligence to the old emperor, which was easy to be detained for "exaggerating the enemy and shaking the morale of the army". All the Magical Guild could do was send the information and analysis to Doniva, who was close to the royal family, and let him protect himself. Doniva himself has limited military strength, and he also recognizes the strength of the other side. Therefore, on the grounds of defending grain transportation and law and order in the rear, he did not participate in this decisive battle.
The Magical Guild should be the first organization in the entire empire to determine that the empire is a shipwreck. Doniva should have been one of the first rats to decide to escape from the shipwreck. He began to gather the power he could control, and put his dormant self on the big chessboard of the Elta Empire.
"If the Empire loses this decisive battle, it will also be an indisputable fact that the leaky sailboat sinks to the bottom of the sea." Doniva picked up her quill and continued to write a secret letter to her sister in the imperial capital on papyrus. "For us, the old man with his hands tied is no longer an obstacle for us. We should use this power from heaven to win the happiness that belongs to us, to get rid of the dark clouds that have hung over us for more than ten years, and to avenge our mother. As for the distribution of captives, you should do everything in your power to protect as many captives as possible, and your friendly gesture should be a stepping stone for us to usher in a new turnaround......"
The galleon of the Empire is still at sea. But ahead lies the inevitable storm, the old captain and the sailors who have been half-buried in the ground. Will the now puffed sails still float on the water after a storm?