"Your Majesty!" Governor of the South, Statunko, walked onto the deck of the battleship, stopped behind the fat man who was looking into the distance, bent down and saluted, and more than a dozen generals of the Southern Army also knelt down on one knee behind the fat man at the same time, put their hands on their right chest, and said in a uniform voice with the spirit of a soldier, "The 47,000 soldiers of the Southern Army welcome your majesty back to China!" The voice rumbled across the deck, "You guys, why are you doing these false courtesies!" The fat man turned around with a wry smile on his face, his eyes swept like electricity, raised his hand to everyone, and asked everyone to get up and speak, "Your Majesty, don't get me wrong, this is the voice of all the officers and men of the Southern Army, and there is no meaning of slapping on the back!" Statunko stood up straight with an excited expression and said, the general of the Southern Army behind him stood up, his eyes flashed, and he said with undisguised excitement on his face, "The First Battle of Normandy is the first battle of your majesty, which has always been known as the "second-line guard corps" Even among the cadets who are about to graduate this spring, one-third of the cadets have changed their habit of only taking the Northern Army as their target, and have begun to be willing to be assigned to the Southern Army as their first choice! Wherever we go now, our Southern Army will dare to report its name! This is all a gift from His Majesty." "This is what you deserve." The corner of the fat man's mouth sneered, feeling the complex changes in Statunko's heart, and said with a solemn expression, "In my heart, the Southern Army has always been a real front-line army, and most people's eyes may be on the great exploits of the Northern Army, but I know that without your Southern Army in the rear to stabilize the situation and protect the logistics of the army, it is absolutely impossible for the Northern Army to fight in the front without worry, these honors are what you deserve" "Your Majesty ......" Statunko looked excited. The voice trembled slightly, "A real soldier is not just on the battlefield!" The fat man's voice stopped, stretched out his palm meaningfully, patted Statunko's shoulder heavily, and said slowly, "There is a proverb in my hometown, those who are good at fighting have no great achievements! I think it is you, whether it is dealing with the southern invasion of Nord last year, or the later battle of Saland, your southern army bears the center of gravity of the entire campaign, and it is you who fight with your tenacity and blood. It has served as the backbone of the southern part of the entire empire, but these are not easy to be noticed by the world, so there are rumors that the northern army is good at attacking and the southern army is good at guarding, and you are already very grateful for not complaining about my partiality!" "The backbone of the southern part of the empire!" The fat man's words made Statunko's body tremble slightly, and his eyes suddenly turned red, and this sentence also moved more than a dozen generals of the Southern Army into a mess, no one spoke, but their eyes were bright and scared.

This is the comment of the Falcon Majesty, who is known as the god of the Continental Army, who dares to arrange the weakness and incompetence of the Southern Army in the future, everyone can use this sentence to smash him speechless, with such a comment. Everyone's waist pole is much straighter in front of their colleagues in the Northern Army

"Okay, let's not talk about that! Let's talk about Salander's situation! There are so many people, so many supplies, I should have been busy enough lately!" the fat man said a few words of relief. Walking to the deck of the battleship, because this time it was a secret return to China, there were not too many guards arranged on the docked military port. Statunko also came in the name of the Governor of the South,

The sun shines on the embankment of the military port, embroidering a beautiful gold edge, the waves are lined up on the gold edge, and a vast world is displayed in front of you

After sorting out the thoughts in his head, Statunko followed the fat man and said as he walked. The overall situation of Salander is still good, in the north, according to the instructions of His Majesty, we have used the method of trade invasion to extend the control force to the area north of the Wild Horse Plain, especially the Northern Alliance suffered a heavy defeat in Normandy, and the control power of the Northern Alliance has shrunk significantly, and those Salander lords no longer mention anything like independent statehood, and now with that honest appearance, we don't mention recovering their territory and power, it is enough for them to thank God."

"In the central and southern parts of the city, two-thirds of the construction of the city has been completed, and compared with the withering situation when it was taken over, both the population and the luxuriance have increased greatly, and it is no exaggeration to say that the central and southern regions may not be as good as the center of the empire, but it is more than enough for the Nord and Doroc, especially the people who were rescued from Normandy some time ago, so that most of the Salanders are grateful to the empire, and have accepted from their hearts the fact that the empire is more reliable than the previous dynasty......"

"How did Salander react to the Empire's extermination of the rebels!" the fat man waved his hand, interrupting Statunko's report and asking the most perceptive question directly, which was also what he was worried about

"At first, there were indeed some resentment and rumors that were unfavorable to the Empire, but after hearing the news of the rebels' self-reliance, they quickly calmed down!" Statunko replied with a strange expression

"Oh, what's going on?" the fat man paused unexpectedly

Statunko smiled and responded, "It can only be said that it is providence, originally the Salanders were still dissatisfied with the Empire's encirclement and suppression of the rebels, but the news that the rebels were eager to stand on their own feet undoubtedly amounted to a loud slap in the face to many people who helped them speak! Now only the Sky Temple seems to have some opinions on the Empire's forcible extermination!"

"Sky Temple?"

The fat man's eyebrows frowned slightly, and his footsteps suddenly stopped, as the spiritual sustenance of the Salander people, the attitude of the temple would affect many people, but the fat man was now a little afraid to see Parschena, what did he say? Say that he killed tens of thousands of Salanders in Normandy? This high priest of the Sky Temple is afraid that he will immediately turn his face against himself! This is not just a matter of personal feelings, but is directly related to the control of the empire in the Salander region, and the fat man doesn't want to waste the little results he has achieved with great difficulty because of carelessness!

"Your Majesty, to say a word of passover, the matter of the temple should be decided!"

Statunko glanced at the fat man, and said cautiously beside him, "The temple is now in trouble for the matter of the successor of the Holy Maiden, and it is divided into several factions, and the empire has deliberately avoided this aspect,

It's easy to give the illusion that the power of the Empire is out of control of the Temple, and that's dangerous,

At least as far as his subordinates know, some speculators who are dissatisfied with the Empire's policies are plotting to take advantage of this opportunity to choose a saint and use the temple to achieve the situation of controlling Salander and to be qualified to negotiate with the Empire!"

"Negotiations? It's up to them! I really don't know whether to live or die!" The fat man's face was as cold as ice, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he snorted from his nose, "Get ready, I'm going north to the temple, I want to see who this farce is!" (To be continued.) )