The time of marching and fighting is naturally not as comfortable as staying in the Hezhou Governor's Mansion, but fortunately, Mei Yi is still single, and he has no worries about family affairs. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info When it comes to worrying about family affairs, these children of Hezhou good families around them are not bad. Probably the master was right, Mei Yi was worried that the children of the Liang family in Hezhou would not be willing to start a group to practice the bandit Qinwang, but the facts were beyond his expectations. Master Zhao analyzed that when he came to Hezhou, it was a thoroughfare between the north and the south, and people's thinking was not as conservative as those remote and remote places, and the so-called good men were not soldiers, and people may not agree with them; Second, relying on reading or martial arts to achieve fame is something that many people can't reach in their lives, but it's not as easy as going to the battlefield to make a name for themselves. Because these children are from good families, they naturally have no bad habits, and compared with the armies in the entire imperial court, at least there are basically no deserters. Mei Yi was very satisfied but also very sorry after seeing these tired soldiers on the march, and instructed the generals who led the troops to care about the soldiers' behavior, food and clothing. I think that when I first came to this imperial court's hometown, I was a hairy young man, and I had to be taken care of by many people to gain a firm foothold in the army. Looking at the scenery of the road ahead that is gradually twilight, Mei Yi remembered the time when he was young, on the island that his father had worked hard with his people for many years. At that time, he often stood on the cliff top of the island near the sea and watched the sunset. I don't know what happened to that island. Since entering the officialdom of this court, where can I have my own freedom. What's more, there is also the Xiyi Group, which is extremely powerful and secretive, and it is really involuntarily.

Hong Eighteen's main force had already left Wuling and went straight down the river, and what the rogue did was not left any team along the way. This was something that Mei Yi's regiment only learned after experiencing the first battle that was almost not a battle. However, those who have done everything possible to artificially expand the results of the battle will report how many heads they have temporarily obtained. Mei Yi privately sent his guards to understand, in fact, these are more than a thousand people, they went to the villages near the battlefield, and after a large loot, they slaughtered all the good civilians, in short, they killed the good and risked the merit. Even those defeated so-called teams were just temporary teams organized by local civilians for the sake of eating big households, and they were not bandits at all, let alone these honest peasants. When Mei Yi was furious about this, someone opened the curtain and came in, and it was actually Master Zhao. A literati who was powerless actually arrived by horse for hundreds of miles. Seeing that the superintendent was like this, Master Zhao retreated, handed Mei Yi a cup of tea, and picked up the merit report sticker on the case by the way, and immediately understood what was going on. Master Zhao said softly, Lord Tufu, you don't have to worry about this.

Master and Mei Yi didn't see each other for a while, and chatted a little more in the evening. When the account was raised the next day, Mei Yi issued his orders to his subordinates, General Manager Qian, and others. After listening to these total and thousand presidents, they whispered one after another. Some hesitated but didn't make a sound, and the scene suddenly seemed embarrassing. The master took the words of the superintendent and carefully analyzed the power. In Master Zhao's view, Lord Tufu wants to go to his hometown to also call the group to practice, which is to send everyone a rare wealth. The governor undertook the supply of food and salary for the regimental training, and as long as the number of officers at all levels was recruited, they could be promoted and crowned according to the number of people, so that they might even become high-ranking officials in the court without fighting a battle. Such words solved most of the doubts in people's hearts, and the expressions on people's faces began to become excited. Master Zhao continued to talk eloquently, he told everyone not to worry about wearing a flower feather, the governor sitting in front of him was a second-grade local magistrate at a young age, can't he explain a lot? So is it necessary for everyone to be suspicious about this? These seemingly frivolous words added fuel to the fire, completely dispelled people's doubts, and they fell to the ground one after another and took their orders. Mei Yi looked at these people who were full of ambition and walked out of the account, and looked at the master, he smiled with satisfaction, and kept praising the master's strategy in his heart, which was really extraordinary. It didn't take much effort to expand the scale of the existing regiment, and at the same time, it also completely cleaned up the old officers in the new regimental training team, which laid a good foundation for Mei Yi to want a team with combat effectiveness and a good reputation among the people. Doubling the top flower feathers of the total thousand to the height, Mei Yi's official will naturally become bigger and bigger.

After Mei Yi's army quickly conquered Wuling, he repaired in Wuling City for half a month, waited for the imperial court's food and salary to be in place, and then went down the river to participate in the offensive of besieging Nanjing Hong's eighteenth. Before the food was paid, a letter was received. Taken apart, the small easy word on the last page explains where it came from. Mr. Yi said in the letter that Hong Shibai was very likely to do the opposite, directly organize an expedition with a few armies on the periphery, and take advantage of the air defense in the north of the imperial court to go north, aiming directly at the capital. This is really an almost crazy idea, and it is a shame that Hong Shibai can think of it. After discussing with his master, Mei Yi decided to start the operation early, changing the original route of the march along the river, but crossing the Jinjiang River to the north, on the one hand, showing a situation of returning to Nanjing, and on the other hand, changing the route at any time to follow Hong Shibai's expeditionary team north. Has Mr. Yi already arrived in Nanjing? Otherwise, where does the secrecy mentioned in this letter come from? Of course, behind this crazy move of Hong Eighteen, there are also intriguing places. How could such a rabble remove the clouds and mist of its own Nanjing being surrounded and see the fact that the defenses in the northern part of the imperial court were empty? Mei Yi really suspects that this Hong Shibai is also a person from Xiyi, and he has the same meaning of existence as Mei Yi, that is, to consume this dynasty at any cost. This is just an idea, Mei Yi has never mentioned it to Master Zhao. On the march every day, I have never encountered a bandit, but it is a bit like a royal hunt, and sometimes it is not so difficult to win fame.

After spending a few days in the core towns of the territory, the army of Blees began to find themselves at a disadvantage. The enemies they faced were fundamentally different from those they had encountered before. In fact, they didn't encounter many enemies at all, on the one hand, the population here was already small, and through the heavy bombardment at the beginning, some casualties were lost, and of course the rest of the people went into hiding, and finally the war became a solitary performance of an army. General Li didn't know how many times he had looked at the map while lying on his stomach, but he could not find a suitable target for attack. This damned overseas territory has established a country, but the distance between the various territories is far away from each other than the Breesian sea to Frans, and the Brejan army has to conquer one territory after another if they want to uproot every separatist. It can't be said that there are no results, but the results of the battle cannot be seen or touched, which is really maddening. General Li couldn't help but take off his gorgeous hat, threw his hands on the table, and sat down to gasp.

The battle report in his hand was also a source of anger for the general. The Frans had never been reliable, and it was the responsibility of both parties to occupy and maintain the core territory in the original plan of joint attack, but now that the Frans had marched to a place where Breez could not be seen, it was clear that the Frans had their own agendas, and they were counting on more de facto occupation to increase the weight of their voice at the negotiating table in the future. The allies were nowhere to be seen, and the enemy was no, a war that General Lee himself had never seen before. Faced with a town in ruins, Lee felt like he was going crazy as the wait continued. Finally, he decided not to wait any longer, instead of wasting time here, it is better to go to other territories and increase the following military merits with the blow to other territories. Having made up his mind, he led his army out of town, and before leaving, Lee ordered his soldiers to set fire to everything that could burn in the city, which could be regarded as a vent of anger. As for the Frans, Lee simply gave their naval commander a briefing and left. The Frans were still waiting by the sea, and the departure of the Breezians meant that the great joint attack was over.

Lee's waiting pain was over in his own hands, but Warman's pain at the submarine base was not over, or the pain struck again. While waiting for the end of Curris's treatment, the medical equipment at the base also checked Warman, and the system used the scores to get the results of various indicators, which looked good. Especially that figure that is close to 90, the agent's voice tells Warman that this is a basic estimate of Warman's survival age in Earls, and it seems that I will live a long life, Warman muttered to himself. Turning over and getting off the table, the agent instructed him to go to another room. After walking down the long hallway, past several airtight rooms marked with triangles, the agent's voice instructed Warman to enter a room that did not appear to be anything out of the ordinary. As soon as he entered the room, Warman saw Curris lying on a smooth and clean platform, and Warman felt very bad, not knowing if it was brought to him by Curris's lying flat body, or if it was the squeaky sound that kept ringing in the room. The sound creaked at a constant frequency and burrowed into Warman's ears. The agent was silent for a moment in response to Warman's questioning, saying that Curris's various systematic life support transformation projects could no longer be completed on their own, and the role of nonlinear mechanical intervention from the outside world was very limited, and it was impossible to continue to support the transformation process. The agent paused, saying that it meant death if many of Earls's lives worked.

Warman could understand the agent's words, and he tentatively asked, even if Crown didn't sleep, there was no more way? The agent explained that the entire base can make basic judgments and deal with many problems, which basically depends on the program settings of the base owner Crown and his assistants. That is, even if Crown could even end his slumber, it would not help. The agent constantly shows Warman a clear image of the internal organs of Curris's body through the screen, hoping that Warman will accept reality. Warman's silence led the agent to think that the Earls, who had the basic genetic particle structure sequence of the Nabra people, could easily accept the reality of Curris's death. The agent suggested that Warman enter the designated area in a few minutes to discuss the situation in the territory and what to do. Warman demanded that he take Curris's body, and the agent agreed, promising to send them directly to the realm. Warman took one last look at Curris and left the room. Curris's sudden departure meant that Warman not only lost a superior and a comrade-in-arms, but also meant that Warman's friends and partners left him.

The agent recounted a whole bunch of evaluation jargon, and even used an advanced system to list the data to illustrate the problem, and the possibilities were enumerated, and Warman could tell the same meaning, and with the help of the base, Warman stepped in to take over the vacancy in the power structure of the territory left by Kuris. Warman says it's impossible. According to the agent, if the base takes the necessary means and equipment to help Warman defeat the Breezians and Frans, the prestige that this will bring to Warman will be enough to make Warman succeed Curris as the new ruler. Warman asked what the necessary means and equipment were, and the agent explained that necessary meant not exceeding the existing scientific and military level of Earls Planet, but it could achieve the purpose of the program relatively easily. The agent reminded Warman that the equipment used in the first victory over the Brethians was a good show. The key problem, the agent said, is that the number of people you can use the necessary equipment is very limited. Warman accepted the surrogate's offer, though he found himself unaware of what it entailed. After the group of people finished healing, the monster that suddenly appeared on the surface of the sea loaded them again, drilled out of the bright base, and sent Warman and his party back to a beach near the territory at a very fast speed through the dark deep sea waters. Bursting, long-range ammunition with shells, special chemical ammunition, this is what the agent said about weapons and equipment that are not obvious but are indeed superior to the other side. Through the monster's long-range situational assessment, there are no more Breesians in the territory, and Warman can calmly find survivors to organize a counterattack.

The organization of Warman's counteroffensive team was somewhat helpless, except for the remaining troops of the original expedition, the number of remaining residents in the town was very limited, but fortunately, advanced weapons did not require too much training in operational skills, Warman made a speech, calling on everyone to actively participate in the Continental Army, and passed the territory's conscription regulations, reducing the age from the past eighteen to sixteen. After all these efforts, the territory has only organized a team of less than 2,000 people, and what Warman needs to do now is to understand the attack situation of other territories and be ready to reinforce at any time. As for the Frans mentioned by the agent in the base, Warman sent several reconnaissance teams, but none of them were found. It wasn't until Warman asked the scouts to go hundreds of miles out of the territory that they found the Frans who were all submerged in the misty valley, and their corpses began to decompose, attracting vultures entrenched in the nearby mountains. As a result, the Frans were wiped out, for reasons unknown, and Warman was terrified of the means from the base, which were incredibly powerful.

The reinforcements to other territories were actually a pursuit of the Brethic army, no less than the last expedition, modified with heavy self-propelled assault weapons, loaded with carefully selected troops, to set out in pursuit of the Brethians. The Breezeans left by boat, although there were no obstacles on land, but the weather conditions at sea were complicated, and they might not be able to drive out much time, and Warman's troops marched by land, not necessarily much slower, of course, not too fast, probably the speed of both sides, should be in time. A simple funeral sent away the founder of the realm, Curris, who was buried on higher ground on his estate, and Warman hoped that he would see the future of the realm. Because of the deformation of the corpse, Warman personally cleaned Curris's body, dressed and sent his friend to the coffin. The only words on the tombstone of Kuris were Mr. Curris, the founder of the United States of Amerik. At the top of the tombstone is a triangle carved into it, and Warman has carved an open eye into it, hoping that Curris will use it to see the future of the realm. Of course, this is impossible, the old friend left him like this, Warman carefully reflected on the relationship between the two together, and suddenly realized that he had never known the real origin of Curris, and even more seriously, Warman could not even tell where he came from. Because from an early age, a life about one's own unique life is interpreted by the elders as a fixed version, until when it grows up, despite the doubts, there is no evidence to support them. Warman followed the rumbling carts, and behind them, dozens of wagons carrying high-quality coal, coal-powered creatures were clumsily clumsily crushing the wetlands by a small river, leaving a wide mark. The expedition had been on the march for several days, hoping to get ahead of the barbarian gentlemen of Breez before they attacked the other realms.