"Hmm." Frederick glanced at his father, and said no more.

"Frederick, I know that you want to complete the transformation of the army as much as possible, but I want to remind you that everything must be done gradually, and do not rush it. Brundtland sighed in his heart and said gently.

"Oh? Haste makes waste? But when the Pasha soldiers came to the city, was it too late? There was always a hint of sarcasm in the youth's words, even in front of his own father.

Brundtland was stunned, although he had long experienced the vitriolism of his son, but Brundtland was still almost choked by his words.

"Frederick, the reorganization of the army is important, but you also have to think about your father, the current domestic situation is not stable, those old things in the DPRK and China are still talking nonsense there, one must be headed by stability!"

Brundtland euphemistically expressed his wishes, and Frederick dismissed several important generals with an iron fist, which aroused strong dissatisfaction among the old guards in the army, and they complained to Brundtland one after another, which made Brundtland very embarrassed.

"Hey, it's Clement's guys jumping up and down there to confuse the crowd, right? Father, I don't have to pay attention to him, let them come to me directly, and I will give them a satisfactory answer. The young man's originally indifferent face revealed a hint of a kind smile at this time, and his white teeth were also exposed.

However, Brundtland, who knew his son, couldn't help frowning, "Frederick, military affairs are important, but I hope you can also pay attention to some means, your rough style can easily arouse the dissatisfaction of your subordinates, although I entrust you to command the whole army, I want to see an army united in a fist and united to the outside world, not a group of stragglers with many contradictions and intrigues." ”

"Oh? Father, then I ask you to take back my power. Frederick is very grateful! Raising his head slightly, a cold smile crossed the corner of the young man's mouth.

"You! Can you bear to let your brother who has not recovered from his injuries put on his robe again? Brundtland's voice became muffled and even hoarse.

Obviously, the young man was moved by his father's words, although he was not born to a mother, but the concern of his childhood brother occupied a very important place in the young man's young heart, compared to the father in front of him. The elder brother's position was also much heavier, and he breathed a long sigh of relief, and the young man's face showed a trace of sincerity, but it was fleeting, and he snorted softly, but he didn't refute it.

"I know that you have your principles for doing things, but I only hope that you can be more thoughtful before making a decision, and there are many intensified contradictions that may be resolved by different means." Brundtland saw that the young man was slightly moved, and no longer answered, knowing that he had moved him, hurriedly struck while the iron was hot.

"Okay. I'll take notice. Although his tone was still cold, Brundtland knew that this was a rare expression for him.

"You don't have to worry too much about the rest, you have to be confident that your father has your back." Brundtland finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The young man did not reply again, and turned away, but when he reached the door, his steps were stunned.

"What else, Frederick?" Brundtland hurriedly asked.

"I've heard that the secret negotiations between the Komini and the Pasha in Liberty City were very unpleasant. I thought maybe this was an opportunity. After a moment's hesitation, Frederick turned around and said slowly.

"Hmm. What are your thoughts? Brundtland was overjoyed, and it seemed that his son was not only concerned with military affairs as he had imagined, but also with the surrounding shapes.

"Since they are fighting for interests, we might as well intervene, the Komini people have suffered a lot of losses this time, and there is a lot of criticism in the country. Many are unhappy with their current policy, believing that they have been used as cannon fodder for the Pasha people for nothing, but have also deviated from their original policy of balance-of-power diplomacy. Frederick replied with a blank face.

Brundtland didn't answer, he was waiting for the youth's next words.

"If only we could take advantage of this time to connect with the opposition in their country. Perhaps we can break the alliance of the Komini with the Pashas, and then our pressure on the west will be greatly reduced. Now that the Salween line has been redeployed, I dare not say that it is impregnable, but if the Pasha people want to break through at will, it is also a fantasy. As long as we can free our hands, it is not impossible to recover Beiloulan. The words of the youth were full of confidence.

"Oh? Frederick, do you want to recover Beiloulan first? ”

Recovering the territory is certainly a good thing, but Brundtland misses the lost land in the south, which is desolate and backward and mixed with ethnic minorities, compared to the south.

"Father, the south is good, but the strength of the Pasha people has now surpassed us by a lot, only to wait for later, but if Beiloulan doesn't start early, it will be difficult for Qin Dui's rule to be stable." Frederick's father's thoughts were naturally clear, but in addition to the difficulties of reality, Frederick was more worried about the north.

The north is a flat river, and the central and southern Loulanlian are integrated, there is not much barrier in the middle, Qin Duan's ambition is not small, he saw it in the last negotiation, he actually wants to take Manlong as the boundary, and his appetite is simply not small. On the other hand, the governance measures of Qin Dui in Beiloulan can be described as to hit the nail on the head, all of them are exquisite strategies, and they are very popular in the local area, if you don't plan early, wait for three or five years, I am afraid that you have the ability to fight back, I am afraid it will be difficult to gain a firm foothold.

Of course, these worries were only hidden in Frederick's heart, and he did not tell anyone, he knew that even if he said it to people now, it would be useless, it was better to reform the army in a down-to-earth manner, if he could successfully break the alliance between the Pasha and the Komini, or even form an alliance with the Komini, then the hope of recovering Beiloulan would be much greater.

Alas, I also know this, but the south is our most important and prosperous area, and if we lose it, our Grand Duchy of Loulan will lose one-third of its national strength. "Brundtland doesn't know the severity of the reality, it is already rare to be able to block the attack of the Pasha people with the Salween River, and if you want to counterattack, I am afraid you will have to find another opportunity.

"There will be a day." The young man's eyes flickered with a leaping fire, a flame of confidence mixed with longing.

"And what do you think should be done?" Brundtland relented and got back to business.

"I think you can send someone to Liberty City first, find out the situation first, and see if you can ask Duchess Catherine to help us, I think Duke Catherine may agree, after all, she and our Grand Duke are still cousins, not to mention that I think from her point of view, she doesn't want the Komini and the Pasha to form such a powerful alliance." Frederick's words were carefully spoken, giving Brundtland more confidence in his son. (To be continued......)