“…… In the past half month, you and your compatriots who have worked in the rear have won the victory through blood and sweat, and it belongs to you. I also believe that with the strength of thousands of Eltas, we will be able to drive the parasite of the Church of the Two Moons out of Elta! (Louder applause)"

After Doniva personally awarded the two companies that won the first battle and the battle heroes such as Beslon and the collective, he began to speak to the whole army as Emperor Elta.

"And yet—after the victory, is Elta just as unified as before?" The different tones and tones of voice began to make everyone wonder, which play is Doniva playing?

"After the blood of the soldiers has been shed and the efforts of the workers and peasants have been made, will Elta return to the scene of fighting for power with flesh and blood, even brothers fighting against each other, and fathers and sons killing each other?"

The audience was very quiet. Even the martyrs stopped sobbing just now. This paragraph is a bit scary.

"No, I'm not going to allow this to happen. After the reunification, Elta must be changed. Let me ask you, the factories, police stations, fire stations, hospitals, and restaurants where your parents and brothers work now, and many other institutions that make the people of Elta more comfortable, which one of them was directly ordered by me? ”

"No...... No! The voices in the audience went from scattered to decisive. Soldiers are not allowed to lie to their superiors, even though the truth may not be in line with their superiors.

"Your 'chiefs' are those officers from the other world, what are they using to train everyone here to be a strong army to fight the Bilunar Church back to their hometown?"

The audience was full of heads, maybe everyone had their own answers, but they didn't dare to say it. On the side of the Chinese staff who were watching the ceremony, some people had already cast approving glances.

"You may be like me, complaining about all kinds of rules and regulations, and there are a lot of 'rules'. But after they were strictly enforced, there was the new Elta. That's right, I, the king of a country, am of no use in the face of these detailed 'safety regulations' and 'discipline rules'. There was silence at first, followed by a few minor exclamations.

"Starting from me, there will be no one on the land of the unified Elta in the future, who can probe in the law and 'rules'! This is not only an explanation for you bloody and sweaty soldiers, but also an explanation for the people of Elta who are still struggling in dire straits! In the end, Elta's supreme power cannot exceed the three chapters of my covenant with the people! ”

Only then did the stunned soldiers react, and the infinite imperial power was shattered on the spot in front of them. The invisible crown slipped from the top of Doniva's head, shattering the old empire of Elta, which was still struggling to breathe.

For the new district's side, this is the outcome they want and have been trying to induce. Doniva himself, relying on his power to appoint and dismiss personnel, can only appoint and dismiss officials who have been vacated, not to mention that a large part of the ministers have been co-opted by the new district, or act directly on the advice of their advisers. It is true that these "consultants" and "experts" do not have the selfish desire to enrich themselves -- once they cross the red line, it will be difficult to find a job after returning home. But Doniva was in a difficult position, as he saw Sierta grow in strength and rival even the decaying empire of his past, but his own role in it was minimal. All important positions have nothing to do with themselves, and there is no point in fighting for any power.

If so, what kind of emperor's technique, the strategy of the emperor...... I don't have anything to do with myself anymore. When all this is done, the king of Elta will become a symbol, a symbol, a mascot that the people respect and love. At that time, no one will hurt the royal family, and no one in the royal family will fight for the highest power. He walked down the stairs to the cheers of the whole army and glanced at his sister in relief. These remaining royalties of Elta can be at peace until now, right?

Elta has since turned a new page. No matter how powerful the armies of Rucha and Eufaelmondridge are in the east, they are about to be turned by the pages of history, and they belong to the past. Only the new Elta stands firmly on a new page and henceforth belongs to the future.

The new Elta Army, which belongs to the future, will also be put into readiness again after today. Unmanned reconnaissance planes replaced them stationed on the front line, and any clues of the Western Expeditionary Army, which was already inconvenient, could be seen under the camera. The commander-in-chief also judged that it was impossible for the enemy army to launch another offensive in the next one to two months, and this was the best time for retraining after the war, exchanging experiences, reflecting on mistakes, replenishing new troops, and adjusting the establishment.

As for Doniva, the king of a country, although he does not control the real power of Cierta, his prestige is also increasing day by day. Before he just delivered this shocking speech, he didn't need to deal with government affairs, and he was "putting on a show" everywhere every day, as if he had already stood at the apex of the Siravia family. For Cierta's prosperity, regardless of the real situation, the people attributed at least half of the credit to the young and talented emperor.

Admittedly, putting on a show looks tiring in the eyes of ordinary people. But Doniva doesn't think so. "Power is the best O medicine" and "I want to live another 500 years" are the best confessions to the throne by people who are obsessed with status. And when Doniva shook hands with a hero like Beslon and awarded medals, when communicating with the martyrs, no matter how strong the other party's current heroic aura is, or how strong the moral aura artificially endowed, the identity of this royal family can always make him a head above the other party. The tears of the martyrs and the excited faces of the heroes gave him satisfaction that could not be compared to the brocade and food, and even the hot tub.

Even if they don't have real power, people still respect them according to their status. This is true of Doniva, the king of a nation, and so is his sister Pyne, who is the face of the Red Cross. As long as they do something that is in line with their status, support and popularity will not be a problem.

Doniva took the lead and walked down the mountain with a group of dignitaries, and the emperor who had personally finished off the old empire felt unusually relaxed, without the slightest sense of heaviness when he came up.

The soldiers returned to the barracks in the city and disbanded on the spot. Some of them will go home to reunite with their families, some will choose to stay in the playground for tonight's open-air dinner, and some will stuff a few mouthfuls of food and go to the dance party they organize for them to have a night with the girls. Of course, the holiday is limited to two days. Until the entire territory of Elta has been liberated and all hostile forces have been eliminated, it would be unwise to allow soldiers to return to their hometowns to visit their families.

The military was happy, but the police force in the city remained extremely tight. First of all, the city's alcohol is out of service tonight, and the bars are temporarily closed. At the same time, each family dormitory was also notified one by one, and it was recommended that women with families should not go out alone tonight. Of course, military discipline can still play a certain role, but every year there will be a few fools who can't control themselves.

Surprisingly, when the loudspeaker announced that there was a dance party where they could interact with the soldiers tonight, the female workers who were still looking for food in frustration on the street suddenly disappeared as if they were evil. At this glance, I knew that I had gone home and dressed up. You can't skip food, you can't buy anything, you can't always wear a work cap, and you can't wear work clothes that smell of sweat and engine oil stains to hook up with soldiers, right? It's impossible!

The soldiers' commanders don't have so many options to choose from, and there's nothing more fun than the half-madmen who come to the portal with their lives to find excitement and a future and drink together over a side meal. What's more, they are the founders and commanders of this force that has just returned from a great victory. If they can't even get drunk after this victory, then who knows if they will be able to eat and drink so freely after returning to the team next time?

Lo-mei, nuts, cold vegetables and various meat dishes are lined up, and empty wine bottles are piled up in a corner. A few people who were too drunk had fallen into the corner, and the guys who didn't drink were searching for side dishes. And the stars at the wine table are still blowing the wine order. Not to mention the clouds and mountains and fog in the entire lobby, there are also old smokers who are in a hurry to finish their cigarettes after the expedition, and the second half of the smokeless old smoker is spitting smoke rings one after another at the ceiling.

At the same time, at the intersection of the two dormitory areas of the South Group, Beslon, who had changed his military uniform and had shaved his beard, stood quietly by the lamppole, looking at his watch from time to time.

His mother died long ago, and his father went hunting in the mountains and never returned. He could go back to the dinner party tomorrow, but he had no interest in the ball, because he was waiting for someone more important than the girls in the city.

The minute hand gradually shifts a quarter of the way to the 8 p.m. dial. Beslon's left foot slammed into the ground anxiously. Will the person he agreed with come or not?

In the distance where the street lights intersected, a figure with a one-sided ponytail shook for a moment, and then disappeared into the darkness again.

"Reka!" Beth slumped for a moment, then ran into the darkness. The darkness was nothing more than the junction of the street lamps, and the galloping Beslong quickly saw the girl's figure clearly. "Reika, why are you running?"

The girl just sobbed and kept running, unwilling to answer. But how can the physical strength and footsteps of a female clerk be compared to Bethlon, a hero who fights and runs? Soon, Beslone grabbed Reika's hand.

"Didn't we make an appointment in the letter...... Why are you running? It was not easy for Beslong to say this, and he took a breath in the middle.

The girl named Reka sat down slowly with her head tilted back and wept, and said with a crying voice:

"I hope it's the soldier Beslon, not the hero...... You're too tall now, I can't reach you......"

With that, the girl began to cover her face and cry bitterly, and Besron let go of the hand that had been clutching in her palm.

If you ask what the sorrow of a hero is, this should be.