After the king came to Kugit, the first feeling of the once enthusiastic King Kugit was frustration.

He had thought that his father was getting weaker and weaker as he got older, and he had confronted his gray-haired father more than once, because he felt that his father's policies were too mediocre and simply hollowed out. His father was just staring at him softly with cloudy, deep eyes. It wasn't until a few years after he ascended the throne that he understood the helplessness and indifference contained in his father's eyes when he was pushed to the forefront by his courtiers again and again.

Since then, he no longer feels that life is as heroic as a horse, can gallop regardless of the fetters, he knows that life is actually the clearest spring water on the grassland, and after drinking his share lightly, life has been perfect. It wasn't until that moment that King Kugit suddenly discovered that although life is as light as clear water, this clear water is actually the most intoxicating wine, and many people don't suddenly wake up until they die, it turns out that they are not the master of life, they are just children who are drunk by life.

King Kugit pinched his eye socket and squeaked it. At that time, the north wind was howling outside the tent, the distant whistling of horses and the coughing of the soldiers on guard were faintly heard, and the oil lamps inside the tent were burning with sesame oil sent by the Salanders, giving off a shaky and slightly dim light. King Kugit looked at the curtain of the tent that shook slightly, and outside the curtain were two guards, their armor frosted, and the weapons in their hands glowed with a cold glow. The two guards seemed to be two statues, and only the white mist they spit out as they breathed let people know of their presence. The Khan watched his guards fall into deep thought.

This afternoon, several nobles' sons sent him a letter of proposal, and these people without exception persuaded the Khan not to go to war lightly, otherwise the khanate would be defeated. King Kugit felt a little comforted in his heart, he knew that these people had indeed learned, and that they were no longer frogs at the bottom of the well who could only see their immediate interests. Thinking of this, King Kugit looked at the men in front of him and felt a deep disgust: these people had pushed everything to the Khan, and they kept saying that they were going to fight for the honor and wealth of the Khan, but in fact they were all fighting for their own desires and ambitions.

King Kugit knew that in order to obtain the development of the country, decades of development were essential, otherwise Kugit would always be just a steppe country known for its barbarism and cavalry, but these were not what King Kugit wanted. What he wants is what those international students see, and what he wants is civilization.

King Kugit knew that he had no choice but to follow the mainstream voice of the domestic aristocracy, and if these old and short-sighted nobles were not removed, then he would not be able to completely let go of the construction of the Great Kugit Khanate in his heart. Well, since there must be a war, then go to war, it's time to open the way for the young people, old guys, it is better to pray that you will survive until after the war.

The chattering old nobles suddenly stopped talking, and they saw the Khan stand up like a bronze barrier before the throne.

"Gather the army".

While Brill was resting at home, he knew something big was happening. His father, the inspector, was suddenly given the task of imposing martial law on the whole city, and from this day on, the whole city of Achmore was put under martial law, and all people, especially the Svadians, were not allowed to leave. He asked his father, who was reluctant to say more, but told him to be ready to contribute to the Khanate at any time. After returning from his studies, Brill was appointed by his father to work as an engineer in an army workshop, where he enjoyed the treatment of an ordinary officer, and his main task was to train the skilled craftsmen and soldiers how to turn a birch forest into a ladder, how to turn a fir wood into a lever for a stone thrower, and how to polish a pile of granite into the best shaped stone projectiles. Brill grew more and more disappointed, and he suddenly lost the lofty sense of mission that he had had when he went to Rhodock a few years earlier. In Rhodock, he saw with his own eyes how gentle and cheerful people turned science into a source of wealth and happiness, but when he himself returned home, he used science to create a terrible force to destroy this beautiful thing.

From time to time, Brill would think back to his time in Djerkhara, and he began to miss the neat stone streets of that place, the strict and old-fashioned teachers, the plane trees that sprang all over the sky, and the old stone walls hidden in the creepers. He goes home five days a month in the army, and usually sleeps in the army's workshop, he likes the unique smell of ink and shavings, and he likes to make the things in the drawings little by little, and splices them in front of him into a perfect machine. Although he felt pain when he thought that this machine would bring death to people.

Recently, under the arrangement of the military, students from Kugit countries have started exchange activities. Hopes are particularly high for students from Swadia and Rhodok, who have information that is important to the military. Swadia students even drew a bird's-eye view of each of Swadia's major cities, detailing water points, warehouses, arsenals, and roads in each living quarter. These students even boasted that even Swadia's own maps might not be so careful. The Rhodoks, on the other hand, contributed more drawings, which were very tightly blocked in Swadia, while the Rhodoks, although they inherited the mantle of Swadia science and technology, were very generous in this regard.

At the meeting, many international students expressed their concern, although they have vowed to serve the country, but they believe that what they are doing now is not to be loyal to the country at all, on the contrary, it is pushing the country into the vortex of destruction. Although they knew that on the battlefield, the men of Kugit would not lose to anyone, but after all, this war was a sparsely populated nomadic country with chaotic clan power against a densely populated and politically stable agricultural country. The collision of two huge worlds will inevitably turn into a battle between the most ordinary people within the two worlds in the end, and at that time, the war will become extremely boring and turn into a tug-of-war war. In the attrition day after day, both sides strive to make fewer mistakes, waiting for the other party to slowly reveal their flaws in the battle, and then disintegrate themselves. Since ancient times, the war that decided the world in World War I has only happened in mythological stories, and the real war will eventually become a competition between farmers from two countries, a competition between craftsmen from two countries, and a competition for the consumption of resources between two countries.

So once Kugit gets caught up in this maelstrom, it's easy to play with fire**. The best-case scenario is to quickly defeat some of Svadia's forces, force Swadia to negotiate peace after gaining a strategic advantage, and weaken Svadia by demanding money for the goods. When Svadia was just recovering, he harassed them again. In this way, in the limited war year after year, slowly catch up with Svadia, and in the process make Svadia tired, waiting for Svadia to have civil strife and no time to look outside, and then use the opportunity to forge ahead. This is the most sustained method of development for the steppe peoples, and the reason why Kugit was able to succeed more than ten years ago was precisely because he had just accumulated strength for decades, and at the same time encountered the golden opportunity of civil strife in Swadia. Now, Kugit is desperate to challenge a stable and prosperous Svadia, which is a dangerous move.

Kugit officials quickly noticed this mentality among the students, and in order to prevent unpleasant situations, the elders held several meetings in succession to educate the elites whom Kugit had painstakingly cultivated about the necessity and urgency of war. After listening to it a few times, Brill felt more and more hesitant, especially when he saw that the students around him began to waver, and deceived himself into believing that the Khan would bring victory.

Brill felt that there were fewer and fewer people who thought the same way as him, and he noticed that only a few people agreed with him in the end. There was a young man who had returned from Svadia and was one of those who fiercely opposed the war. It is said that the man's wife is a Swadiya and that the man's father is the head of the material procurement regiment. Brill shook his head, he knew that the tragedy of such a family caught between the national wars would arise once the war began. When he was in Djerkhala, he himself had fallen in love with the daughter of a Rhodoc merchant, but he knew that it was impossible, so he could only suppress his feelings and quietly wait for the day of returning home.

Now, he sat here, listening to the people around him, listening to the elders swearing and preaching, and felt a wave of loss in his heart. He suddenly remembered the ball in Djerkhala, and remembered the dombra. His dream was to lead his country to defeat Svadia, the continent's greatest power, but he knew that the time was far from ripe. He remembered the dombra, and he remembered the one called Sloin. Wright's men said defiantly, "We'll get the Kugit to give us bullets on the steppe."

A sense of pride suddenly swelled up.

Knowing that it can't be done, this hero is a hero!

Is everyone fanatical? Why should I be sober? Besides, will my country definitely lose?

Not necessarily!

At this time, the elders announced the whereabouts of the various students, who would assemble with the army to the border, and the specific strategic goals, they did not know. All Brill knew was that the place he was going to was the Tascurumu Forest, and with a granary there as a base, they would choose a suitable moment to suddenly break through the border. At this time, just past autumn, the Swadians' defenses had been lowered, and at the end of winter, when the Swadians least expected it, the iron fist would be smashed down.

Brill looked at the sky outside the window and suddenly felt a trance. He often dreamed that a man playing the dombra looked at him with pity, and beside that man, a little girl with a childish face was clinging to him. He himself had occasional hallucinations, and he felt warm by the vague shadow that he felt kind. Thinking he was tired, he shook his head and sighed to get the phantom away from his eyes. At this time, the elder read a list of people who would go to Tascurumu together. He listened attentively to who would be walking with him, and a series of names came in fits and starts. He heard a name, "Ukhru". Then I saw that the fierce anti-war young man shrugged his shoulders helplessly, stood up, put on his cloak, and said,

"Spencer, let's go".