"I'm not afraid of that kind of thing, though. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info" Thinking of this, William snorted lightly, and then showed an eager expression.

Yes, war, yes, the largest and most likely the last war in the world.

Just thinking about it makes you feel excited, doesn't it?

"Yes, yes, that's it, it's difficult, but it's not like I don't have a chance. ”

Upon hearing the crazy news, Archon Leopold did not panic, nor did he feel fear, nor resentment, fear, anger, or any other negative emotion.

On the contrary, he became excited.

Yes, yes, yes, almost, yes, just a little, he gave up, gave up his ideals, gave up the ideal of building the greatest empire in the world.

It's really just a little bit close, and he's about to compromise with fate.

If that were the case, the world would have become very boring - and even his words would probably have come at a cost - although in this case, William would have been able to maintain his glory for tens, decades, or even more years without attacking them. But in the absence of any hope of victory, without the expectation of breaking through the blockade, the republic is doomed to death.

In this case, even if it is a few decades, what is the value of a lifetime of glory and wealth. It's just a skeletal zombie living dead dressed in splendid costumes.

If you don't have a dream, you're going to be miserable like this.

Well, yes, that's what it looks like.

But now, the sudden danger has once again activated his ambition.

Yes, yes, as long as you can kill this bastard, then you can get everything you want.

I've never been so close to victory.

"That tyrant, just kill that tyrant, then all this can be over. Yes, it's all over!hahaha

If anyone hears such a laugh, then they will think that he is crazy.

In reality, however, this is not the case. After he vented his emotions like this, he walked out as if nothing happened. Beside him were his most trusted Guards soldiers. They had followed him all the way from the blood-fire hell of Nirosia all the way to this point. They witnessed all of this together. They share it all. They were Leopold's last bastion, and at the same time Leopold's most trusted people.

They have a stake in them, and they are like a community.

In other words, that's the way it is, my most loyal subordinates.

That's what he thinks in his heart—of course, it's just in his heart. In his external declarations, he could apply the words "most loyal companion" to any general or official, but never to them, who, though a republic had been founded, had inevitably been hierarchical. That is, the nobility of the nobility who is not noble.

"It's ridiculous, but it doesn't matter. "For a speculator, it doesn't matter. Well, yes, as long as he can have power, it doesn't matter to him whether it's an empire or a republic.

In the next few days, whether it is to convene a council to discuss. Or gather his generals, or gather the officials of the government.

Organize the army, organize the supply of logistics, and organize the people and logistics reinforcements, and so on......

In carrying out all these measures of war, the consul was in a state of unusual euphoria. It's as if he's eaten too much brown sugar-pickled ginseng.

It was as if he was burning himself.

By the way, under his enthusiasm, the Visigoths, at least the Visigoths who were still under his control, along with the Frisians and the Bernese, mobilized as quickly as possible.

In addition to a large number of army units that had already been drafted, a large number of additional troops were also called up as quickly as possible.

Although the combat effectiveness of these mobilized troops is questionable, weapons and equipment and logistical supplies are also major problems. However, he was very happy to accept these troops.

Victory, victory, victory.

There was nothing he wanted other than victory.

As he had thought before, at this point, he was so close to victory.

Of course, at the same time, he was so close to defeat.

One step further is the peak, and one step back is the abyss. The cogs of fate and the world are pushing him forward. Or the bell rings and buries the whole old world, or it is crushed by the gears and the bones are gone.

There were only two paths in front of him.

He was very close to either way.

That's what the people of Breton have been getting so far.

The Britons were indeed frightened when they learned that the Russian Gothic Empire had sent an army of 300,000 troops, and that it was only the forward force.

The current Breton is at an all-time low. The current Bretons can only maintain an army of 100,000 men - of course, if they really start the national mobilization mode like the Visigoths, and at the same time do not want to kill the economic component army, then they can indeed pull out hundreds of thousands of troops in one go.

But the result is a one-shot deal. It's even worse than that.

In the opinion of Archon Leopold, he had two paths to take. But if that were done, the Bretons would have only one way.

This path is failure. And then the economy of the country happily collapsed. It's like the kingdom of Asturias back then, falling heavily from the throne of its peak. In this way, there is no country in this world that has enough power to stop the Russian Gothic Empire.

In this way, there can only be one greatest empire in this world.

Because of this, the Bretons are thinking wildly. The parliament in Briton is also desperately arguing over what to do next.

Whether it is to change its national strategy.

Is it to form an alliance with the evil, noble-free country that sent its own king to the guillotine, and then fight together against an equally evil country.

Although theoretically as well as politically, there was nothing evil about the Russian Gothic Empire. But for now, knowing that the country's vanguard force could have an army of 300,000, all the Britons who still had a modicum of patriotism were calling the country with the prefix "evil."

If such a country is not evil, then it can only be the ruler of the world.

That is, he must be evil. Otherwise, what should the Bretons do? quickly give up resistance and then kneel and lick?

It's impossible to think about it, right?

That's it.

However, they also don't have that much heart to support a country that has been hostile for so long, and that is dragging their great country from its prime.

Even the people of Briton, who believe that there are no eternal friends, no eternal enemies, only eternal interests, and are known as calm and even cold-blooded, have not been able to change their psychology so quickly.

Yes, that's it. What's more, their Visigoths aren't their friends either.

So in the end, their various quarrels at the National Assembly did not produce any practical results, nor did they have an extreme strategy to carry out.

Of course, this means that there is a non-extreme strategy - that is, the war on the Asturian peninsula is largely suspended.

At least the army of the Britons paused. And the support behind the Asturians was suspended, and the Asturian guerrillas were rightfully at a low ebb.

It is even said that some of the less virtuous Britons and the Visigoths "traded" and bought and sold goods, which were the poor Asturian guerrillas.

They took the country as a vote, or at least a token, in the hope of keeping peace with the Visigoths.

In normal times, these actions would most likely be described as traitors. At the same time, the Visigoths will most likely smile and take these gifts into their pockets, but they will not receive them at all, and continue to do whatever they have to do.

But now it's different. Under the powerful oppression of the Russian Gothic Empire, everyone in these two countries figured it out in the shortest possible time. They all have a tacit understanding in the shortest possible time. The two sides are still outwardly belligerents, but only on the surface.

With a tacit understanding, the two sides exchanged various interests, and even sent diplomats in the hope of happily formulating a real peace treaty, or even an alliance, while desperately preparing for war.

Yes, although the Britons absolutely would not send their own army to the Old Continent to fight the Russian Gothic Empire, but in terms of resources they were able to raise their noble hands.

On the eve of the imminent collapse of the republic, his blockade "mercifully" suspended the blockade.

Huge amounts of resources, especially military ones, were being imported into Visigoths at a breakneck pace.

Many of the mobilized soldiers who were temporarily conscripted entered the battlefield with weapons and equipment produced by Briton......

What makes people unhappy is that many of the materials used in these weapons and equipment were imported by the Britons from the Russian Gothic Empire......

For the first time, at least in this regard, the countries of the Old Continent entered the fast lane of "internationalization".