The Military Aircraft Department is located on the north side of the Imperial Palace, and a pair of huge male lions are proud of the common people at the door, this is the power center of the Holy Empire, and all other departments can only prostrate at its feet and wait for its dispatch.

Now there is a lot of traffic here, and there is an endless stream of officials coming and going, and a full thirteen days have passed, and the war situation in southern Xinjiang still has no results.

The main questions now are: how many men did the Roman army send, what had become of southern Xinjiang, and what was the situation of the third division of the Imperial Forbidden Army?

These three questions almost made the six ministers of military aircraft sleep, and the emperor's mind became more and more elusive, and no one knew what he was thinking.

The Minister of Military Aircraft, the Third Duke of the Third Class, and the First Marquis Harvey Cole, the two of them sat together in the main seat of the office hall, and it was their turn to be on duty today, and they kept looking through the preparations of the armies in various places.

The Empire had begun to prepare for the possibility of a full-scale war, and although the treasury was too empty to take the initiative to attack, a large number of city defense materials had been transported to the various fortresses on the border.

Just when the Roman Empire and the Holy Empire broke out in a violent conflict, the necromantic legions reappeared, and the local legions were no match at all. As a result, the imperial court had to once again convene a large number of ** divisions above the gold level, and blessed crossbow arrows day and night and transported them to various cities.

The treasury, which was already empty, was already in an extremely empty state while paying large amounts of gold coins to cope with various disasters.

Tuskang read a few documents, his brows furrowed deeper and deeper, and the necromantic legion appeared on a small scale from time to time, so that all places were already tired of coping, but fortunately, there was no too large-scale action for the time being, so that all places could barely maintain stability.

He took a sip from his teacup, looked at the busy crowd in the hall, and sighed in his heart: the accumulation of thousands of years of addiction had weakened the empire.

"I don't know what happened to Kubli's army...... You go to all parts of the city gate and tell you to stop the messenger who reports the battle situation as soon as possible, and the news of the battle situation must not be spread!"

After hesitating for a moment, he finally gave this order to the adjutant, once the southern Xinjiang was defeated and the news was revealed, it would definitely cause a major blow to the prestige of the imperial court!

The adjutant nodded and took the order, in fact, the two ministers on duty the day before yesterday had already ordered, but since Shangfeng had an order, they only had to strictly implement the order.

Harvey Cole left his desk, slowly walked to Tuskan's side, and said with a faint smile: "Tuscon, don't be so nervous, Rob Carrey and they have already informed them two days ago, how dare the soldiers defending the city chew their tongues." ”

Tuscon sighed and frowned slightly: "Look at this table full of documents, which one is worry-free, and I have always felt unstable in my heart recently, for fear that something big will happen." ”

Harvey Cole shook his head and said nonchalantly: "What else can be a big deal, a big thing, can it be as serious as the Romans? In my opinion, it has reached the worst outcome, how bad can it be." ”

Tuscon was silent for a moment before he said slowly: "What about the Necromantic Legion? Once those ghosts in hell become the climate, I'm afraid we won't be able to deal with them." ”

At the mention of the Necromantic Legion, Harvey Cole's face also began to become solemn, recently a small group of necromantic cultivators have been extremely active, some small villages have been slaughtered, and the shadow of the aura of death has shrouded everyone's hearts.

He groaned for a while, and frowned, "Isn't the light magic of the Holy Court the nemesis of the necromantic system? These things may only be left to them......

Tuscom nodded and said melancholy: "The eventful autumn probably refers to this kind of time, how can the world suddenly become chaotic." ”

Harvey Cole glanced at Tuscon, the corners of his mouth moved twice but he didn't speak, in his heart, the only thing the empire can rely on now is the royal forbidden army, as long as these people are still there, he feels that the world will not be chaotic.

......

At this time, Yale XIII was meeting with an important minister, the old minister he had trusted most thirty years ago, Lockgoorly.

Now in the face of the aggressive posture of the Roman Empire, no one in the Manchu Dynasty dared to talk about offensive strategy, and he could only ask this former hawk now to see if he had any clever tricks.

"If the whole province of Lakota is lost, where should our defenses stop?and continue to sell the land of the country? A passive defensive attitude will only make the Romans more rampant, and the morale of our army will become more and more demoralized......"

Lockgoorly pointed to the huge map of the Holy Empire, and as he spoke of the defensive line, his finger slid from the province of Lakota all the way to the imperial capital.

Yale XIII's eyes were sharp, and he was staring at the scratch of Lockgoorly's fingertips, his eyes flashing with cold light, and his face was gloomy, as if he had thought of something very heartwarming.

"The land of the world is all the property of His Majesty, and the loss of the territory is indifferent to the ministers, because the emperor's property is not their property, no matter how much is lost, it has nothing to do with them!"

Hearing this, Yale XIII's face had already begun to have a slight resentment, he already had the cultivation of the ninth level of diamonds. The trivial matters in the human world should not be continued to be asked, but unfortunately, the world is not over, and the state of mind cannot be let go, even if it breaks through to the holy level, it will not be able to bear the pain of heavenly punishment.

Once he can become a saint-level powerhouse, he will become the second emperor to become a saint-level powerhouse after Yale I, and at that time, his life can leave a strong mark in the annals of history.

The empire will not be able to get rid of the distractions in his heart for a long time without golden soup forever, so in order to fulfill his life's wish, he must complete this difficult task.

After listening to Lockgooley's words, he suddenly got up, paced back and forth on the golden floor, and said lightly: "This country is the country of my Yale family, a group of wine bags and rice bags, tired of the emperor's favor for generations, and now they have retreated when they encounter some setbacks, which is really disappointing!"

He stopped at this point, turned to look at Lockgoully, and said slowly: "How about the Roman Empire, it has only been thirty years, and I heard that the treasury of Philip XXIII has piled up......"

His voice became higher and higher: "Could it be that I am inferior to him? In the past 30 years, I have not slept soundly for a single day, and in order to deal with these cumbersome government affairs, I even gave up cultivation for a while! But what is the result? In the past 30 years, the rivers have been declining, and the treasury has been extremely empty!"

The look on his face became more and more cold, and he said coldly: "The courtiers below are all rich and rival the country, and the last time they investigated and punished a small city management army governor, they were able to have a net worth of five million gold coins!"

Seeing the emperor's grim expression, Lockgoorly hurriedly got up from the bench, turned over and knelt on the ground, kept kowtowing, and said: "Weichen begs Your Majesty to calm your anger, don't hurt your body in anger!"

Yale XIII suppressed the anger in his heart, looked at Lockgoorly, who was prostrate on the ground, personally walked up two steps, helped him up, and said with a slight reproach: "It's not your fault, what are you doing on your knees." ”

Lockgoorly's eyes were slightly red, and he choked up: "I didn't expect that Your Majesty is now suffering to such a point in his heart...... The minister only hates not to die for His Majesty and share his worries for the Holy Monarch......"

Yale XIII patted him on the shoulder and said with relief: "Wind and grass, when this empire is in ups and downs, fortunately, I still have you by my side." ”

His face was a little regretful, sighed, and said abruptly: "At the beginning, there were constant disputes between the court and China, and the old duke was like a big tree, and everyone wanted to bring you down. I also let you return to your hometown for the elderly out of helplessness. I hope you don't hold a grudge against me in your heart. ”

Lockgooley's eyes were finally filled with tears, and Douda's tears came out dazzlingly, and he sobbed: "Weichen Anneng doesn't know Your Majesty's painstaking ...... It's just that your majesty has worked hard for the past thirty years......"

Yale XIII waited for him to stop crying before he began to be solemn, and said slowly: "In the face of this predicament, I hope that the old duke can teach me." ”

Lockgooli hurriedly wiped his tears with his sleeve, his nose was slightly red, his face was stained with tears, and he said in a slightly nasal voice: "Weichen is bold, please reopen the Bauhinia Guard and revitalize the government and the opposition Qingming!"

Yale XIII glanced at Lockgooley slightly, the joy in his eyes flashed, but he said lightly: "The Bauhinia Guard has been abolished for more than three hundred years, and the hundred officials hate this guard the most, and the old duke must not mention this matter again!"

Seeing that Yale XIII flatly refused, Lockgouli immediately turned over and knelt on the ground, shouting in his mouth: "Your Majesty, for the sake of the world and all generations, think twice! If the ministers do not know the majesty, the government decree will not work, and the ministers will have no fear, and the law will not be able to stand on it! Bauhinia Wei is pinched on the life gate of the hundred officials!"

Seeing that he was so sincere, Yale XIII was noncommittal, took two steps forward, helped Lockgoorly up again, and said with a faint smile: "Old Duke, don't mention it again at this time...... Well, it's getting late today, so you might as well go back and rest first. ”

Seeing that the persuasion was ineffective, Lockgooli had no choice but to sobbed twice, wiped his tears, and bowed down and said, "Weichen is bothered, I hope Your Majesty will not blame you...... Your Majesty is all saints, and the minister retires. ”

Yale XIII looked at the back of Lockgoorly leaving, and couldn't help but think to himself: "Is this old thing still able to understand my mind......"

Dongri, who had been bowing down to the side to serve tea and pour water, did not finally speak until Lockgouli left: "The old duke is also confused, and he dares to speak easily about this kind of big thing." ”

Yale XIII was not surprised by Dongri's bold opening, because a strong man of the eighth level of diamonds was qualified to speak like this in front of him.

He seemed to be in a good mood, swept away the gloom in his heart a few days ago, and said with a faint smile: "He is not confused, but more shrewd." Turning his head and seeing Dongri's confused face, he smiled and said, "You don't understand this thing, and you don't have to understand it......

After speaking, he didn't pay attention to Dongri, the corners of his mouth moved slightly, and he muttered to himself in his heart: "I don't know what the war is going on in southern Xinjiang......