After nearly a year, people finally realized the convenience of the train, and a large amount of private capital poured into this area, and the train orders of the Imperial Capital Research Institute were almost about to explode. If it weren't for the fact that the Imperial Capital Research Institute itself was not a commercial organization, I am afraid that the dean would have ordered a group of alchemists to throw off their arms and start building cars.

The current train is basically finalized, and even if there is progress in the future, it may not be a breakthrough.

The Magical Power Furnace has been around for so short that alchemists have not even studied it thoroughly, let alone groundbreaking inventions and innovations. As a result, many researchers began to leave the project and devote themselves to other projects that required manpower and material resources. Without enough manpower, it is unlikely that even if the director wanted to increase the speed of production.

He can't restrain those senior researchers from putting down their work to make money by producing magic power furnaces and assembling locomotives, right? That would cause a riot among the researchers of the Institute, and this group of top "scientists" in various industries could quietly stay in the Imperial Research Institute to conduct research, in addition to the fact that the Institute concentrated most of the top scholars who could provide each other with the necessary help, but also because of the atmosphere and sufficient funds.

It's really impatient for them to put down their research and engage in "income generation"!

The slow increase in the number of trains has brought a huge difference to the lives of the Desi, who used to take anywhere from six to ten days to get from the imperial capital to the western route, depending on the weather, mounts, and the number of people on the way. But since the advent of the train, it only takes about 30 hours to travel from the imperial capital to the western front! A large number of soldiers gathered from various provinces of the empire towards the western front by train, and the passengers on the road felt a solemn atmosphere.

Since the death of Emperor Orlando V, the two subsequent emperors of the Orlando family, no matter what the circumstances, have never personally led their troops into battle. This is also one of the things where a lot of Desi people are unhappy with them, especially with Pars.

In fact, there is not much difference between the Desi and those barbarians, but the Desi put on a cloak called civilization to make themselves look like a gentleman. But inside this cloak called civilization, there are still bloodthirsty instincts and impulses. For war, for bloodshed, the Desi have a love that comes from primitive instincts.

Every time I passed a stop, I would hear the cheers of the people, and gradually the warriors who had no bottom in their hearts gradually gained confidence. There are so many people behind them who support them and love them, and they have no reason or excuse to lose this war.

If you can't win, then go for it.

On the first day Wren arrived at the front, a message arrived from the High Chief of the Full Moon.

"Let me choose the time and choose the place?", His Majesty Wren, the emperor in military uniform, was obviously more respected and supported by the soldiers here, and Wren knew this very well. Wren raised his chin slightly in the face of countless burning gazes, and he looked at the messenger from the full moon like a dog. arrogantly raised his wrist, stretched out his finger and hooked it, and the lions on the Western Front on the side immediately stood closer.

"Cut off his ears and nose and throw him out!"

The messenger who had never knelt down suddenly trembled, his lips began to tremble, and he shouted in a trembling voice, "You can't do this, you can't do this! No one has ever humiliated the other's messenger so much in battle!"

The Full Moon was a very different social system from the Desi Empire and the Byron Empire, in which the common people, in addition to maintaining the need for sufficient population to graze and farm, would be enslaved after being selected and then sold to the Byron Empire and the Confederation in an official manner. In the past, they also exported slaves to the Orlando Empire, but as the friction between the two sides gradually heated up, the Great Chieftain put an end to this phenomenon.

The despicable and unscrupulous Desi tend to buy large numbers of Full Moon Slaves and turn them into soldiers in the blink of an eye to use in battles with the Full Moon. The Great Chief soon understood how stupid it was to sell slaves to the Orlando Empire, so there were hardly many barbarians to see within the Desi Empire now.

The desert empire of the full moon is like the most primitive forest, what is useful is left behind, and what is not used is all disposed of. If this messenger had his nose and ears cut off, then he would forever be evidence of Wren's humiliation of the Great Chief. In the style of the Great Chief, he would never leave such a guy in front of his eyes every day, and the best outcome that awaited him was to become a slave and be sold farther away, but the greatest possibility was death.

The Great Chief needs to eliminate the vector of this humiliation, so the only way is to burn him or chop him into meat sauce!

"Your Majesty!", Sarov couldn't help but exclaim, "Your Majesty, humiliating the other party's envoy is not what a wise monarch should do, and you should be very generous in forgiving his stupidity, so as to show your bearing." ”

Sarov is a good man, a good old man, without any arrogance, if it weren't for Wren to reach the front, he would probably still be wearing the linen clothes that only civilians wear, walking on the streets of the fortress in straw sandals, and greeting the soldiers and civilians around him. He doesn't look like a nobleman at all, he's an alternative among the nobility, but this guy is actually loved by everyone.

Even his enemies have a lot of praise for him.

Wren glanced at him, "I don't need to respect any barbarians, even if that person is the Great Chief. "Cut off his ears, nose, and scalp, and tell him that in three days there will be a decisive battle fifty miles west of the city." ”

Knowing that what he was talking might cause the new emperor to be unhappy, Salov could only retreat to his place and keep his mouth shut. The soldiers did not have the courage of Sarov, and they dragged the messenger, who was already weakened by fear, to the door, cut off his nose, ears, and scalp at his miserable howl, and sent him out of the city.

At this time, the guy who was called the hyena by the Full Moon People among the Seven Heroes of the Western Front stood up, he was not tall and not physically strong, but his name had great prestige among the Western Front and the Full Moon People. He is like a hyena roaming the desert, sinister and cunning. He rarely leads his soldiers to fight the enemy head-on, and often chooses unimaginable ways to influence the situation of the war.

What he does best is poisoning!

Poisonous smoke, poisonous water, poisonous fire, poisonous sand...... , as long as it is a combat method that can be mixed with poison, it is the prop he is most familiar with. He once created an astonishing record of no more than 200 dead and wounded in three days of defending the city, and behind this record, thousands of full moon sandbarians died in the desert where he had watered the venom - the temperature of the desert would rise suddenly during the day, and the venom that seeped into the ground would gradually evaporate little by little, and the evaporated water vapor was mixed with poison.

"Your Majesty, I don't think it's the right choice to set up a decisive battle with the Full Moon Men in a clear formation. As we all know, in the desert we lack enough mounts to deal with the desert terrain, and the sandbarians who have lived in the desert since childhood occupy a very big advantage, even if we take out the most elite team, I am afraid that they are not the opponents of the sandbarians. ”

This is a very correct sentence, fighting the opponent on the opponent's home turf is definitely not a choice that a smart emperor might make.

Wren didn't blame him for refuting his opinion, he just smiled and asked rhetorically, "Is there anyone who says that in three days I have to go to that place and fight a group of beasts living in the desert?"

While the eyes of many generals lit up, they also had an intuitive understanding of the thickness of the newly enthroned emperor's skin.

He's the Emperor!

What kind of mentality and will is it that an emperor of an empire can brazenly admit that he is lying? Does he not even want the most basic virtues of being an emperor? But I don't know why, hearing Wren say this, there is always an inexplicable refreshment in the hearts of these guys.

At this time, most of the generals of the Western Front gathered here, and Wren lightly clasped the armrest with his fingers, and the room suddenly became silent.

"If it's a small-scale war, I think I can command it, but I can't do anything about this large-scale war. I don't have any interest in commanding the battle in three days, so you'll need to choose a commander. In addition, I think we can take advantage of the moment when the full moon people are fooled and secretly give them a hard time. ”

"Do you know where the Golden Horde is?"

At this time, even the good old man Losaf squinted and laughed.

Soon the envoy of the Great Chief returned to the Golden Horde in desperation and escorted by the Desi, and the moment the Great Chief of the Full Moon saw him, he smashed the golden wine glass in his hand and smashed it at the corner of the messenger's eyebrows, and blood splattered.

He didn't even dare to scream, he didn't even dare to wipe the blood hanging on his eyes to block his vision, and he fell deep on the ground.

"Damn it, why are you coming back, do you want me to see with my own eyes and feel the humiliation from that little emperor over there?", barbaric society cannot breed civilized politeness and calmness. In this barbaric society and ruthless system, irritability has become a trait that almost everyone possesses. His chest heaved violently, and he could imagine the Desi Emperor in the fortress over there laughing at him.

"Say, did the idiot say yes?"

The messenger's head was lowered, and his whole body was trembling, "He promised, and in three days, a decisive battle will be held fifty miles west of the fortress!"

When the big chief heard this answer, he was a little more angry, and waved his hand impatiently, "Drag it out and kill and feed the dog!"