The next day, the special team returned to the imperial capital, and the government and the opposition were shaken.

Following General Estes, the Duke of Midgard also suffered a loss in the night attack, and for a time the arrogance of the rebels soared, and many nobles and officials began to write letters overnight.

The Wild Hound Emperor was completely wiped out, and after Anning Dao was attacked, he raised troops overnight, and the situation in the empire suddenly worsened.

In order to save morale, the Imperial General Bud decided to personally carry out the beheading of Nogo, an important member of the night raid, at the open-air booth in front of the palace the next day.

When Earnest received the news of Shira's death, he cursed the damned Midgard, and then continued to eat meat, a son only, and if the dove's plan to occupy the magpie's nest succeeded, he would be in charge for the next thousand years.

……

Imperial capital, the Duke's residence.

Jiang Yuan, who had just returned, saw an unexpected figure.

"Black Hitomi?"

"Uncle, long time no see."

The little girl has grown a lot now, her face is beautiful, and she can already see the excellent posture of the future slightly, and she is standing slim on the vermilion stone pillar with her hands behind her back.

"What are you going to do?"

The red pupil not far away: "......"

She wasn't surprised.

The black pupil was helpless, but after all, he was used to it, and handed over a letter directly, not the various colors of the secret hierarchy sequence, and it was just a simple letter from home on the surface.

"Father asked me to pass it on to you."

"Got it."

Jiang Yuan took the two to the study and instructed Chelsea to prepare dinner, the red pupil took the initiative to boil water to make tea, the black pupil quietly watched the uncle open the envelope, and the father said that the task was completed once the letter was delivered to her, and the rest was arranged by the uncle.

After a while, Jiang Yuan sneered and threw the letter on the table, his eyes motioned for the two to pick it up and take a look, and then said: "After he dies of old age, this letter will be regarded as a eulogy, and he will be executed in a social sense." ”

The two little girls read the letters together, their pupils constricted almost at the same time, and their faces could not hide the panic.

[Noor, dear brother, as you see the words, when you read this letter, I may not be far from death, of course, this is my own choice, as Tius, it is nothing to sacrifice my life for the glory of the family.]

Forgive me for hiding the truth in my last black letter, the infiltration of the Northlands by the rebels and the Tranquility Dao has exceeded my expectations, religion and thought are truly a terrible thing, far more demagogic than the devil.

In the face of my temptation, the war-weariness in the army was very high, and the use of the border army as a skeleton caused serious consequences that I had never imagined, and the words rebellion and war were taboo in the hearts of the officer class, after all, the rebellion in the Winter Hunting War five years ago caused them to lose everything in the first half of their lives, and it is understandable if you think about it.

The voices of the people are equally strong, and in recent years their standard of living has improved considerably as a result of the measures you have proposed, and the tremendous economic gains brought about by salt, sugar, and e-liquid, but they are also extremely opposed to the war, and perhaps the people think that the war will bring them back to the way they were, which I do not deny.

The rebels and Anningdao were clever in their course of action, and instead of inciting rebellion all the time, they propagated the cruelty of war and the security of life in the Northland, in the sense that they even helped to stabilize their rule, but they also induced inertia in the hearts of the people.

Not all of them have a strong desire to forge ahead, and not all of them can enjoy the dividends of war, and they have allowed the bones on the road to success to stand up and hinder our progress.

I can't tolerate this, and as an individual I only care about leading the Tius family to glory, and for that reason, I think I have the coldness to bear it, even if it is the reproach of later generations and the sacrifice of countless people.

And in this case, only hatred and loss can reinvigorate the will to war in the Northlands.

There are quite powerful guys in the rebel army who are in control of the overall situation, and many major events in the empire in recent years have been moving in the established direction, and in order to fight back, I am ready to issue a decree, which is currently only circulating at the top.

From now on, all agricultural and commercial taxes will be exempted, the system of the opening era of the first emperor will be fully restored, and the five counties of the Northland will be officially established as principalities and war will be declared on the old empire.

I want to be more thorough and decisive than the Rebels, and with the same ideas, most of the people within them will turn against us, after all, the Rebels have always been on a mission to overthrow the Empire, and the Northlands are clearly more likely to succeed, with our wealth, our population, our horses, and our strategic depth and our 250,000 elites.

Of course, this will always be just a "decree to be issued", and the rebels who steal information as high-level spies will not tolerate this happening, because the right minister of Midgard, I am confident that they will play to the end, they don't, you are really the best brother.

According to the follow-up arrangement, after my death, the matter of the decree will be widely known, and people will always be angry at the loss of what does not really belong to them, right, such a rich future will be buried in the hands of the rebels and the Tao of Tranquility, and the anger of the Northland will swallow them up, and you, the new Tius after the death of the head of the family, will be the one who bears the torch.

At the same time, in order to avoid the almost destined war between you and me in the future, it is undoubtedly the best choice for someone to leave the field early.

Finally, I don't know if you have noticed something that is actually very interesting, the eyes of the red pupil are red, and the eyes of me and the black pupil are both black (chapter 118), I hope you can fulfill the last wish of my brother, and I am relieved to hand her over to you. ”

The two little girls were still immersed in dazed and grief, and even the red pupils were in no mood to care about their father's strange arrangement at all, and took the initiative to beg for death, which seemed incomprehensible to most people.

Jiang Yuan poured himself a cup of tea, the situation was still under control, according to Lan's report to the top of the empire, the night attack in the valley encounter was fully dispatched, and the two main forces of Leonay and Brand were absent in the order incident, the time and personnel are known, with the distance from the imperial capital to Berkshire, he can even sleep, the three-headed eagle is the fastest super-dangerous species, if the rebels can control the super flying species, then Tius can also be regarded as asking for death.

Because of his travels, Sheila's Imperial Weapon was unknown before, which is one of the reasons why he can still maintain his spare time at the moment.

However, the matter of the red pupil did make Jiang Yuan feel a little interesting, although he was not interested in the cute female hairless erect ape, but black is biologically dominant to red, and the color of the eyes is determined by genes, affected by disease, since the red pupil is healthy, it means that this little guy is really picked up in the trash, otherwise whether her mother is red or not, she will be polluted by Tius's blackness.

"Uncle ......"

"Don't panic, I have a solution."

The black pupil was in good spirits, and sure enough, his uncle was much more reliable than his father and sister, who could only meditate in the grass in the Earl's garden.

(End of chapter)