227, 25 February, Turin.

In previous years, winters were always long, because there were always brothels that could not pay the heating bills and rent and closed down, and the prostitutes were displaced and had nowhere to go.

Most of the time, Peggy would be merciful enough to give them a bite to eat, but she couldn't give them a winter's worth of food. So every winter, there are always a lot of prostitutes who leave Housanjie, maybe they are returning to their hometowns, or maybe they are going to a better place.

Thinking of these past events, Atifa sighed softly as she groomed herself in the mirror.

This year's winter was almost in the blink of an eye, and by the time she came to her senses, the early stamens of the palace were already budding on the branches. Like these flowers, Turin is gradually becoming more and more vibrant.

Although it was the beginning of spring, but the weather was always in the cold range, Atifa put on a white coat of thin cedar and pushed the door open.

The coachman was snorting at the head of the carriage, and when he heard the door pushing, he quickly interrupted his yawn, which was really a bit funny.

"Good morning, Your Majesty."

"Donji, morning."

Atifa said hello and stepped into the carriage in a sturdy manner.

The new policy stipulates that the working time is 9 a.m., but the ministers do not have much to do in their own hands, they only need verbal instructions and mental vigilance, so the court meeting is usually held at 8 a.m.

Under the supervision of designer Borg, the new chamber was inaugurated a month ago, and the magnificent building sits on a snow-white marble staircase, with a black dragon flag on a white background fluttering in the wind on the flagpole in front of the steps.

Atifa arrived earlier than usual, but the ministers arrived earlier than she did.

The lazy ministers were able to change their normal ways, perhaps because the emperor had corrected their vices a little, or perhaps because he was in awe of the empress from the bottom of his heart.

The minister who was smoking at the door saw Atifa, and he hurriedly raised his right hand and hurriedly saluted Atifa.

"Your Majesty Atifa."

Atifa smiled shallowly, and the corners of her eyes narrowed, like last night's crescent moon.

"Cache Mills, hurry up."

"Yes, yes."

The man nodded in reply, his heart pounding.

Atifa left with light steps, and the maid waiting by the door followed her. Kachimilz turned and stared cautiously at Atifa's back until she approached the throne.

Two months ago, there would have been doubts about whether this thin woman could carry the burden of the empire, but in the past two months, along with the new rules of the empire, everyone has gradually become accustomed to the existence of the new empress.

Several ministers were discussing something fiercely at the table, and when they saw Atifa in front of the throne, their voices lowered slightly, and they saluted Her Majesty with their eyes.

Atifa bowed slightly, then sniffled.

A few drops of mist seeped out along the base of the teacup, and the fragrance of ripe pu'er loomed in the air. His gaze continued downward, and though he had been instructed yesterday to remove the thick blanket from under the throne, and the man did so, but in his place was a thin blanket.

The Minister of the Interior, Nanhart, was always like this, although he was clever and intelligent, but he was a "self-righteous" guy.

Atifa sighed softly and unbuttoned the buttons on her chest one by one, she took off her white coat and draped it over the armrest, as the bell rang in the chamber.

The ministers quickly fell silent, and the few arguing ministers turned their eyes to Atifa, all of them eager to try.

The Empire has amassed a large number of troops in the east, and the Eastern Ikras have conquered the lands of the north with little effort, and there are only two cities left in the north with Okasim's garrison. One is Pinto, the Porta de Turin, and the other is a Dita that has almost no strategic significance.

Naturally, Atifa knew what they were arguing about, and she narrowed her eyes to look at the burliest man, her words succinct.

"Garceth, you speak first."

"Your Majesty." The ministers were all looking at Garces, and he stood up, his right hand at his side clenched tightly. "I think the East Ikra should have rushed east along the Hikaru Mountains, leaving behind only a small force of bluffing, and they would never dare to attack Pinto with all their might, because ...... Warm spring is coming. ”

Hearing these four words, everyone's hearts sank.

On the continent of Esikana, even the uneducated can know that dragons need to hibernate.

After a winter's rest, the dragons in spring are hungrier than ever. For thousands of years, there have been only two ways for dragons to solve their hunger. The first is to "weed out" infirm compatriots, the second is to plunder food from the land of plenty, and war encompasses both.

Warm spring is coming, so the dragons are about to invade.

The East Ikra were also worried about this, so they didn't attack for four days, knowing full well that once Pinto fell, the city of Dita would be left alone, and the northern frostwolves would be deprived of supplies.

"Deputy Commander Garcz, I don't think you're in the right place."

Alessi, the deputy commander of the Griffin Army, stood up, "The situation on the mainland is no longer the same, and the war situation in the east is good, if the Eastern Ikra people do the opposite and attack Pinto in a big way." Although Pinto is a big city, it can't hold out for three days, and once Pinto falls, Turin will be the fish of the board. ”

Garczés waved his right hand vigorously.

"If Pinto falls, the frost wolf army in the north will not be able to hold it for three days, and at that time, the dragon army will be overwhelmed, I don't think the people of East Ikra will dare to risk the world's disapproval!"

"Garcze."

Another commander stood up, it was the new commander of the Thunder Lion Army, Duke Kherson, who put on his military uniform again, and the old man's spirit was much better.

He glanced in Atifa's direction, the black dragon flag on a white background hanging above his head, and then spoke earnestly.

"Times are different, and the dragons are no longer a shackle for the East Ikra people to dare not attack. As Commander Alessi said, once Pinto falls, we will be strategically absolutely passive, and I don't approve of you moving the Frostwolf Army to the east. ”

"But four of the Seven Cities in the East have also been lost, and if this continues, the Venadas will come from the east!"

"That's a strategic retreat! Stretching the front is a lot of harm to the Venadans! ”

More and more people joined the debate, first with the commanders and then with the ministers. Garcés and Alessi are getting closer and closer, and there seems to be a tendency to fight hand-to-hand in the council chamber.

Impregnated in dragon blood, Atifa's hearing was extremely sharp, and she listened to the ministers' opinions as she jotted down something in her notebook.

The Eastern Ikra and the Venada had an extraordinary understanding, and after the East Ikra arrived in Pinto, the Venada attack also stopped, and they must have been worried about the historical legacy of the attack on Pinto.

More importantly, of course, the East Ikra stationed outside Pinto and the Venada stationed in Rion were not far apart, both of them fearing that the other side would stab them in the back of the ass while they attacked in a big way.

Therefore, taking the opportunity of the approaching warm spring, the alliance army tacitly stopped, and the undercurrent continued to surge between the three empires.

Atifa sighed softly, and everyone heard the inaudible voice, and Alessi and Garcés quickly separated, and the two sat back with their chests folded.

No one dares to ignore the majesty of the Empress, at least for the living.

"In the past two days, the Venada and the East Ikra have come, and they have a tacit understanding, and the condition is that if the empire hands over a dragon's eye, they will join forces with the empire to wipe out the other party, and it just so happens that we have two dragon's eyes."

Atifa told a joke softly, but no one laughed.

For the East Ikra and Vinada peoples of the fertile seashore, Okasim is a land of savages. The reason why the two empires are overwhelmed by their armies is that they are also for a dragon's eye.

The dragon's eye represents the power to pursue supremacy, and generally speaking, a strong power cannot be called supreme, only the "one" power can be called supreme.

So fools know that the Venada or the East Ikra want two dragon's eyes, and even if they really want to destroy another competitor as agreed, they will try to get the second dragon eye before then.

"With the two empires coming from a long distance, and the Okasims leaving behind almost empty cities every time they retreated, such a long assault would not last long." Atifa continued.

"But the enemy will not return empty-handed, so whether it is an attack on Pinto or an attack on Leon, it is an imminent battle, and the survival of the empire is on your shoulders at this time of peril."

Looking around, Artifa whispered.

"After three days of stargazing, I thought that it would be better for the deputy commander of Garczés to stick to Pinto, even if the East Ikra really planned to join forces with the Venadas to attack the east, but the dragons would not sit idly by, the deputy commander of Garcess, the frostwolf army shouldered the heavy responsibility of defending the north, and to some extent, the danger of the north was more important than the Okassim Empire...... Do you have anything else to say? ”

Garczés moved his mouth, he was the new deputy commander, and naturally wanted to show himself in front of His Majesty or his colleagues, but he couldn't refute Atifa's words, so he had to answer helplessly.

"No, Your Majesty."

Atifa nodded, looking at the man on his right.

"El Netos, how is the workshop on Tenth Street going?"

"Back to Your Majesty, the pace of construction is even faster than expected." The man in the brown cotton suit stood up, and he spoke quickly. "It is expected that by March 2, all the original residents of Tenth Street will move into Ninth Street, and the planned factory will be fully operational the day after tomorrow at the latest."

Hearing the news, everyone showed shocked expressions.

Two months ago, Tenth Street, or Third Street, was a muddy mess, but Empress Atifa's decision to relocate the most high-end armory to Tenth Street was opposed by many ministers.

Just as Oreo has never let down the Rear 3rd Streeters, the Latter 3rd Streets will never disappoint Atifa. Respected laborers and thugs threw themselves into the construction of the factory, and some of the uneducated showed extraordinary talent for machinery, and many even got jobs in the ordnance factories that followed.

"March 2nd." Staring at the note in front of him, Atifa's eyes drooped, "Fast enough...... But alas, it was late. ”

She raised her head and looked at the head of the military management department, and her pupils returned to their former majesty.

"Ramon, how are the militias from all over the country settled?"

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