The more Meyer thought about it, the more he felt that this was the case, and a smile reappeared on his face, and his eyes glanced at Baron Hurd, consciously or unconsciously, - this "lost dog" had become a strange commodity in his eyes, and it was suitable to be used as a crowbar to divide the Far East.

"My old friend, rest assured, I will help you recover everything you lost." Mayer patted Baron Hurd on the shoulder, "I promise, one day you will return to Mochizuki City as the Lord of the Southern Frontier!" ”

Baron Hurd is also an old fox, and he would not hear that Mayer has adopted Steger's plot to split the Far East and plot the independence of southern Xinjiang, and he, the former governor of southern Xinjiang, who was ousted just yesterday, has regained his usefulness. Mayer's promise sounds good, but in fact he is trying to prop him up as a puppet of the independent regime in southern Xinjiang, called the lord, but in fact he is just a vassal of Mayer.

Baron Hurd's mouth was bitter. He didn't want to wade into this muddy water again, but the situation forced him to be beheaded if he didn't come out of now, so he could only barely squeeze out a smile and say something insincere: "Your Excellency Meyer, thank you so much!" I will never forget your kindness! ”

General Manfred's eyebrows tightened, and his heart was uneasy. Stig's analysis sounded like a no-brainer at first glance, but after thinking about it, he thought it was too much to take for granted.

First, Stig said that Prince Grofa needed the support of Far Easterners to maintain his position as crown prince. Even if Glova really needs the support of a foreign power, why should he choose to cooperate with the royal family of Koras? Corofa's mother was the sister of Prince Zygmunt, the marshal of the Assanian Empire. After the death of his mother, the young Grofa was taken by the prince to the holy city of Assan to receive education, not only with the prince's family, but also with the current imperial prince Frank, if he really needs the support of foreign powers, he can go to the holy city of Assania to seek collaborators, this is not more powerful than the support of the new regime in the Far East, which has been established for less than two years?

Moreover, according to Steg's analysis, the establishment of diplomatic relations between Canaan and the Far East was entirely a conspiracy planned by Prince Coroman for his own selfishness. Twenty years earlier, Joshua VIII had established the above-mentioned diplomatic purpose: in order to prevent the expansion of the Assanian Empire into the traditional sphere of influence of Canaan, Joshua VIII took great pains to find a target in the Far East, and finally selected Rudolph as a pawn to divide the Far East provinces of the empire, and did not hesitate to give financial and equipment support, after all, the Marquis of Zion himself was the driving force behind the independence of the Far East. If the logic of Steger's argument is followed, does the Marquis also need the support of the Far Easterners to ensure that his position is secure? That's ridiculous.

These thoughts crossed General Manfred's mind, but he was a soldier, poorly read, far less eloquent, and unable to express his dissenting opinions through powerful rhetorical skills, not to mention the uselessness of saying anything now—Meyer had clearly made up his mind to pursue Stig's plan.

"Steg, I have two very important things for you to do." Mayer stood up, his hands crossed over his chest, his gaze over the river to the mountains of endless gold in the distance, his burning gaze reflecting his inner ambition.

"First of all, inform 'Red Widow' Jenna, 'Blade' Tars, 'Mad Demon' Kotze, and 'Axe' Chuck that they will come to me before sunset the day after tomorrow to be dispatched;

"Okay, Your Excellency the Governor, what other specific requirements do you have for the battle plan?" Steig asked respectfully.

"There is only one requirement, a quick solution!" Meyer is well aware that he is gambling on his future, and the longer this gamble drags on, the greater the risk: "We are running out of time, and we must make the independence of southern Xinjiang a fait accompli before the high-level in Bethlehem and Colasburg can react!" ”

……

On the evening of November 24, the scorching sun that had scorched people all day had sunk into the horizon, and the projection of Mount Mochizuki continued to expand on the flat Gobi Desert until it merged with the night, bringing a chill to the people who had been sweating not long ago, and had to replace their thin linen clothes with thick cotton robes.

The mystical barrier that enveloped Medes lit up with a hazy halo at night, and the white walls reflected magical light, like a lighthouse pointing the way to travelers from the depths of the desert.

Four travellers in broad cloaks entered the city gates before it was completely dark, and arrived at the Doge's Palace, where they took off their cloaks one after another at the request of the guards, revealing their true colors.

The leader of the traveler was a young half-scorpion lady, with a slender waist connected to the body of a giant scorpion up to fifteen feet, even among the female half-scorpion people, who were generally larger than the males, it was a rare "big man", the red chitin armor was smooth and hard, glowing with a beautiful luster like a ruby, and the tail of the scorpion dragged behind it was upturned, and the sharp tail hook was like a sickle. Compared with the hideous lower body, the upper body of this lady ** is particularly enchanting and moving, the wheat skin is smooth and delicate, and the full chest is only wrapped in a snow-white silk cloth, and a bow is tied at the back, and the edge of the silk cloth shows a round arc.

The lady still looked very young, with a delicate facial contour and a high nose bridge faintly visible through the light veil, beautiful eyes that were not obscured by the veil, and watery eye waves that could literally melt the soul of the person looking at her. Such a beautiful woman should have silky hair, but it is a pity that this lady adheres to the ancient tradition of the noble woman of the half-scorpion - she does not have an inch of hair on her body to show nobility and holiness, and is not stained with dirt. The bare head seems to be waxed, and the bright and straight reflection is reflected with the ruby forehead, exuding a silent temptation, making people can't help but want to touch it...... The captain of the Doge's palace swallowed his spit, resisting the impulse to be impolite, for he knew very well what the bald beauty was all about.

Jenna "Red Widow" is not a widow herself, and this self-styled nickname is meant to indicate that most of the men who dare to anger this female evil star die miserably, resulting in many orphans and widows.

"Lady Jenna, welcome to Media." The captain of the guard bowed to the half-scorpion sorceress who ranked first among the "Four Great Kou", and politely let him go.

Following Jenna was a strange-looking mantis man, with a pair of large, protruding compound eyes that reflected strange spots in the moonlight, and four jagged bone blades exposed under the cloak.