The north bank of the river.

Left battalion built on the city wall.

Hans led a group of high-ranking generals to look at the endless river, and a sense of pride appeared in his heart. Looking back on what I did during this time, I feel like I'm looking down on the world. Most of the hard work of his life finally paid off at this time.

Can only the children of the great noble families become the rulers of the empire? Petty aristocrats and elites can only become vassals for generations? Repeating the life of my father day after day, I don't dare to give birth to any other thoughts?

The answer was yes, but now it has changed.

When the gods came, countless civilian magicians stabbed the empire from within at the cost of burning their lives. Only then did I deeply understand one thing, maybe the real troubled times have come.

Then the empire fell into turmoil and seemed to be somewhat shaky.

If it weren't for Marshal Christian and others fighting bravely to kill the enemy, it would not only be the South that fell at this time. However, it was this incident that made me see the possibility of soaring into the sky to get rid of the shackles on my body.

Under the pressure of foreign enemies, he may be able to reach the pinnacle of power.

And Cyril's actions just show that his judgment is not wrong. In the face of the survival of the empire, no matter how unwilling it is, it can only be forced to let go of its rights.

When your rights reach a certain level, you can do whatever you want and get everything you want.

In the process, the great powers of the empire and the gods alike. They will all be pawns and stepping stones in their own hands.

Step by step, step by step into the higher classes, and finally dominate their destiny.

The Southern Fleet is only the first step.

Next came the imperial capital and the entire empire.

"General"

The voice came from behind, and Alex led a group of men in battle armor to the wall, and immediately bowed. With a puzzled look, he just wanted to ask the question in his heart, but when he saw Hans pointing to the endless water in front of him, he could only endure it.

"Ladies and gentlemen"

"We were born into the elite and the small aristocracy, and although we were unattainable in the eyes of the common people, only we knew the pain. It stands to reason that even if you spend your whole life, you will not be able to ascend to a higher position, and you will not be able to make your children and grandchildren become great nobles."

"But now that the gods have descended, all corners of the world have been plunged into turmoil, and this is where we come in."

"Are you willing to work with me to win the wealth of future generations?"

"At that time, identity was not a stumbling block for us, but we dared to judge success or failure with talent, and the mediocre were inferior to those who were capable."

Hans said to the generals.

The sincere and unpretentious voice is no less than a thunderclap in the ears of the generals. Although countless people have thought about this issue, and this kind of rebellious idea has emerged, but only the general has said it openly.

If the person in front of him is not the actual marshal of the Southern Fleet, he controls hundreds of thousands of soldiers and horses in the whole army. At this time, it will be greeted by an innumerable array of blades and attacks that seem to be flooded.

But he has the power of the army and has the confidence to say this.

"Or do you not want to go one step further and break the shackles that the great nobles have placed on us?"

"Or maybe Ben Shuai's idea is naïve?"

Hans raised his voice to the generals.

Henchmen and soldiers are stationed around, and the generals behind him are all his descendants. Now that the situation has reached this point, it is time to get to the bottom of it. Let them understand what they are going to do next and what they are fighting for.

"Do the general's words come from the heart?"

"How dare you joke about this?"

"Although we are not from a poor background, we are not a family of great nobles. Unlike those children, they were born to be the commander of the first army. I want to fight for the empire for most of my life, although there is no merit, there is some meager hard work. was taken away by the children of those powerful people, and did not dare to complain. If it weren't for the general's desperate protection, there must have been lush weeds on the grave now."

One of the generals said to Hans.

Then he got down on one knee.

"The end will be the old parents in the family have high expectations, and they have received a strict education since childhood. Know what loyalty is, what grace is, and what hatred is. The empire is divided into classes, so that I will never come out in the end, if I don't change, there will be a great disaster"

"If the general does not give up, he is willing to follow him to the death"

"Die Follow"

The generals thought of the kindness bestowed by Hans, the experience of most of their lives, and the current state of the empire, and knelt down one after another. In the most solemn and serious way, he expressed his mood at the moment.

Although it is not like an ordinary soldier, he roars when he encounters something important. But silent and muffled replies are sometimes more powerful.

Because these people control two-thirds of the strength of the Southern Fleet, as well as almost all the drone mecha corps.

Hans looked at the generals kneeling on the ground, and endless pride appeared in his heart. What is the cornerstone of an empire? Is it the great nobleman who is high up? No, it's just a paper tiger on the table.

It is the middle class that runs the empire that really holds power, or represents it in its own right.

And the most core group is the middle-level generals.

For example, these people in front of you represent the belonging of the entire Southern Fleet. In the past, it was because of factional conflicts, but in the face of external pressure from the gods and injustice within the empire, they all converged under their own command.

This is what he is today, becoming the de facto marshal of the Southern Fleet. If it is not suitable to worry about supplies, it is no exaggeration to say that it is not too difficult to attack the imperial capital in the opposite direction.

Just use their prestige to command the lower-level soldiers and come up with a fool.

"With your help, why can't you break the shackles on your body"

"It's just that the class solidification can't be broken in a short time, and the imperial capital uses supplies to control our life and death. As for the fleet, the royal majesty is so deeply ingrained that the low-level soldiers are willing to die for it."

"We are motivated by change, but we must not act recklessly"

"Only by expelling the gods entrenched in the south and subduing the hearts of the soldiers under his command with military merits can there be a ray of light"

"At that time, the magnates in the imperial capital had to grant us higher positions, and there were cracks in the shackles on our bodies. If you follow the trend, you can open a way to the top."

Hans said to the soldiers.

His heart gradually became hot, and Shuangzhong showed an excited look.

The general's words are not unreasonable, but a practical strategy. Today's situation is turbulent, and the status of hundreds of thousands of soldiers and horses of the Southern Fleet is gradually rising. If the gods can be exorcized, then the power and prestige will skyrocket.

Coupled with the unity of the officers and men of the whole army, the imperial capital had to compromise.

And once compromised, there will be an opportunity to break down the barriers of the elite and the small aristocracy and lead to the big aristocracy.

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