Fast forward to April, and the situation in Ankenrein shows no signs of improving. On the battlefield on the Eastern Front, Prince Wenfeng on the north side lost Mu Enze and had to retreat to the Zidai Plain west of Mu Enze to establish a second line of defense. He had tried to launch a strong attack, but there were many casualties, and the effect was limited. On the south side, at the junction of Caranglyote Province and Chang Province, the troops of the Sixth Prince Eliot were not in a hurry, but as the attacker, they were constantly building iron shield defense lines, and seemed to have made up their minds to stay outside the city of Oridry for a long time. As for Roninger, because of the containment of Loren Robles and the civil strife of the Alonte Empire, the Alonte Imperial army that crossed the glacial defense line stopped outside the city of Fort Winders and began to build the iron shield defense line.

"Your Highness!"

Billy Barnard, the attendant of the Six Princes, pushed open the newly built wooden door and walked into the command post, where Eliot was inspecting the battlefield sandbox. The red enemy emblem and the blue friendly emblem are clearly distinguished along the iron shield defense line that grows meandering on the sand table.

"You're here?" Elliot picked up a sign on the sand table, thought about it, and put it in another place, "How?" ”

"There's no better progress," said Billy Barnard, taking off his poncho and shaking it off at the door, shaking off all the rain that had come with him, "Master Mendelsohn said he didn't have the face to see you, so he wouldn't come." ”

"Hey, this tendon, it was just a joke last time, and he took it seriously?" , Elliot was in a good mood. Although he made little progress in Aurideli, his brother suffered a great loss at Muenze, not only losing the city, but also unsuccessful counterattack, and reportedly suffering heavy casualties. Comparing the two, Elliot felt that he was doing a good job.

"Master Mendelsohn has always been more rigorous, you told him not to see you if he can't do it, and he took it seriously", Billy Barnard and Elliot were still more familiar, and spoke relatively casually, "But that Gastens weapon is really not easy to copy." Mendelsohn told me that almost all of the weapons experts at the institute were focused on this project, but now we have not yet mastered the process of steam backpacks, rifling, and high-pressure gas cylinders, except for figuring out his principles. ”

"If he dares to sell it, if it is so easy to copy, he will not ask me for 600 crowns for a gun", Elliot sighed. The price was too expensive, and every time he thought about it, he felt a pain in his flesh.

"But this kid is a danger after all," said Billy Barnard, who hung his raincoat on a hanger in the doorway and stood next to Eliot. ”

"I killed Cross, I didn't know he had a problem?" Elliot straightened up and thumped his waist, "The time has not come, and there is no hurry." ”

"I have arranged for some people to go to Elena, who have recently been taking in serfs, and have brought in a lot of people. My men followed suit, hoping to come back with something useful. ”

"That's natural, the royal police of Firas also sent people in, and they seem to suspect that "Fluorite" is flowing from Elena. This little serf I promoted, he is not very old and bold, but he is very big! ”

Elliot walked to the side table, poured himself a glass of Lundin, and sat down. Barnard walked over to the sandbox and studied the battlefield again. Judging from the situation in the sand table, the positions of the two sides are clearly divided by the iron shield defense line.

"There's really no breakthrough now," Barnard said he had worked in the staff of the 2nd Guards Division and had a wealth of military experience, "and it will be nearly a month before Gastens' new weapons are in place." What are your thoughts for this month? ”

"What else can I do", when it comes to the battle situation, Elliot is unhappy, "This rain is like this, it's good that the logistics can hold up, the supplies can't be supplied, what to fight?" It just so happens that Gastens' weapon hasn't come over yet, so let's keep guarding, and train while we keep it. Also, the twenty brave men sent by Gastens before let the guards get acquainted with it as soon as possible. This weapon is destined to change the pattern of the battlefield. ”

"Understood."

Barnard fell silent, his eyes wandering over the sandbox, but his mind remembered Gastens' information. How lucky was this little serf to be able to rise to the top of one side in one year, and even affect the outcome of the national war?

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The capital of the Negru Republic, Sirama.

It's been three days since the crowd gathered in the square, and there is still no intention of dispersing. Even if the gloomy sky began to rain again, it did not extinguish the enthusiasm in people's hearts. Some of them took out their raincoats, some put on their hats, and just stood in the rain, looking at the longsword mage tower, which was a little hazy because of the moisture, waiting for the final result.

After more than two months of conflict and struggle, Grand Magister Piru Manino, together with the heads of the main parliamentary parties and President Andrzej Malakczyk, will decide the future of the country.

A thunderbolt flashed, and the rain became heavier and heavier. People standing in the rain moved uneasily, and those who did not bring umbrellas or raincoats began to squeeze out of the crowd and buy umbrellas from the vendors next to the square. And many more are still standing, silent.

After a while, suddenly, there was a low burst of chatter, and then the chatter quickly expanded into a buzz of words that could not be heard, and then into a sudden burst of cheers.

Archmage Piru Manino pushed open the gate from the top of the Mage's Tower facing the square.

"Piru Manino!"

"Piru Manino!"

People began waving their arms and shouting loudly, just as they had been when the announcement of the sanction of the Mage Tower had just appeared a few months earlier. Standing on a high balcony, Piru Manino waved at the crowd, quieting the crowd.

"I didn't expect that I would be able to get their support even if I didn't die."

Piru Manino looked embarrassed as he waved to the crowd while chatting in a low voice with President Andrzej Malakzik beside him.

"The people will not forget the contribution you have made to the country."

Malakeczyk's statement is half-true. As a former half of Piru Manino's rival, he is well aware that many of the people in the square below are paid viewers. However, since the Grand Magus was able to reach an agreement with the Council, he couldn't do that nasty thing, so he casually threw a sycophant to Manino and finished the film.

"Hah, too."

Piru Manino chuckled dryly and motioned for his attendant to pull over the makeshift loudspeaker. Before, when he was speaking on this balcony, because of the presence of the amplification circle, he never had to worry that the people below would not be able to hear it. But now that magic has become a vestige of history, he has to accept this more civilian style, telling everyone who cares about the fate of this country about important decisions about the fate of this country in such a form.

"Everyone, I'm the Archmage, to be precise, the former Archmage Piru Manino, hello, this time, I have worried you."

The crowd stood in the rain, quietly listening to the Grand Magus's speech.

“…… Honestly, before that announcement of Anken Rein, when I just realized I had lost my magic, I felt like it was my end. As an archmage, as an existence that has always stood at the pinnacle of power, it is difficult for me and my ilk to accept the loss of our magical powers. As far as I know, Luke Brewster of Anken Rein has been missing for a long time, and Parker Ravibond of the Alonte Empire is still fighting in the Southern Territories. Rycardo McShane of Loren Robles has left the continent by boat. Even Toby Dougal of the Third Republic of Fern was nowhere to be found in the clashes that broke out in the capital. The six Great Magisters, the six people who stand at the pinnacle of this world, are saying goodbye to this world in an undignified way......"

What Piru Manino told about the movements of the Grand Magus of various countries has become the gossip of everyone on the streets and after dinner since the news of the Third Great Demon Wave was announced. Although these messages are everywhere, it is difficult to distinguish between truth and falsehood. Now from Manino's mouth, it can be regarded as the conclusion of the gossip for such a long time.

“…… But I didn't expect that Mr. President, or Parliament, or you, would ever give up on me. I wonder if I have done more for this country in the past than this, and it really makes me really afraid to have your trust and support......"

President Andrzej Malakzik pouted quietly. The reason why Manino has survived to this day, and to be alive and well by his side as an ordinary person, is largely due to the unrelenting attitude of the Third Republic to the Communist Party and the workers' movement. Unlike the newly formed and unfounded Workers' Party of the Neglo Republic, which has been in operation for more than 200 years and has a high prestige among the grassroots and the working class. At first, they didn't care about Piru Manino's life, and they focused more on fighting for seats in parliament and fighting against a few other major parties. Things changed after the Third Republic hanged their trade union chairman, Caber Luya. The Workers' Party suddenly realized that the contradictions between itself and the capitalists that it had previously been unable to reconcile would come to the surface with the magic of the Magister, who had been pushing the working class to establish the party and enter the parliament, and might even be stimulated and exploded by the loss of Manino's magic, endangering the safety of the Workers' Party.

Under such fears, Piru Manino, who had been controlled and placed under house arrest, regained his freedom and, because of his prestige among the workers, was able to mediate the contradictions between the workers' party and the capitalists as a mediator. The Workers' Party hoped that through such slavery, the workers' movement would make a smooth transition from the Magister era to the post-Magister era. The capitalists, on the other hand, hope that in this way, a national workers' movement and, even more terrible, workers' revolts, will be avoided. You know, unlike the workers of the Third Republic, who were just beginning to come into widespread contact with communism, the workers of the Neglo Republic had long understood their own power and were able to use it skillfully.

“…… So, after three days of intense debate, we finally agreed on the next steps for the development of the Neglo Republic. I, Piru Manino, will run for president at the end of Andrzej Malakzik's term. For the remainder of President Malakczyk's one-year term, I will continue to contribute to the country as a special adviser to the Parliament......"

I don't know if this old guy will live to that day.

Malaktsik slandered in his heart. Although he was the president of Manino himself, he did not have much affection for the Magister, who was about to take over as president. As the president, he had to send people under the fence, and he passed too long, so long that he didn't want to remember and remember. But in the face of the tide of the times, the will of the individual is insignificant after all. Since the capitalists and the Workers' Party agree that Piru Manino still has a role to play as a conciliator, then he Andrzej Malakczyk, as a person who already has the label of a Grand Magister, naturally has little choice.

“…… The internal strife will be settled, and the external enemy will not stop", Manino was still speaking, although his voice was unsteady and out of breath, but the power he had regained made him feel as if he had taken hallucinogens, and he was very excited.

“…… During this time, because of the complicated and dangerous situation in the country, we withdrew some of our troops to avoid accidents. And now, as we have agreed on the future path of the Neglo Republic, I, Mr. Malaktsik, and the chairmen of the parties in Parliament, agree that it is time to take back what belongs to us from Ankenrein, who has occupied our territory! ”

The speech, which lasted for half an hour, was only to get to the point. The best way to reconcile domestic contradictions is always foreign war. Now the Workers' Party and the capitalists are suspicious of each other and distrust each other. But with the coordination of Piru Manino and the self-defeating Paul Gibson, there is a new outlet for these instability. Waging war, waging a war of revenge, and then calming domestic contradictions through war, and then achieving a smooth transition of power, was the unanimous opinion of everyone at the three-day meeting. As for the blood and death that accompanied the war, in the eyes of these people, it was not something worth paying attention to.

After all, people always have to die.

President Andrzej Malakczyk watched the cheers of the crowd under the balcony, and after everyone had quieted down a bit, he stepped forward, took the microphone from Piru Manino's hand, and began to speak. In his capacity as the current president, he would like to add to Manino's words and further emphasize the importance of defending the country's territory and taking revenge on the invaders. While they were speaking, the troops, which had already received the spirit of the meeting, were regrouping to the east. Whether it is the former Grand Magister Piru Manino or the President Andrzej Malakczyk, who is speaking, they are full of confidence in the upcoming battle for revenge.

After all, that barbaric, ignorant, meaningless country is still in the midst of a civil war, and it is already scarred. And the Negru Republic's counterattack will be the deadly spear that kills this giant beast.