On the outskirts of Myrrock, on a wooden platform, Miró the Great Edward VII sits on the throne, with attendants behind him holding a dragon canopy to shade him, and on either side of him, the Imperial Marshal Lupsas and the fourth prince Longer.

Under the general's platform, there are 400,000 warriors and soldiers in bright clothes and armor! Swords and guns are like forests, flags are like the sea, people are silent, horses are silent, the military formations are strict and orderly, and the military columns have spread all the way to the end of the horizon.

Field Marshal Lupsas took two steps forward and spoke loudly, his voice reaching the ears of every soldier clearly with amplification magic: "Soldiers! Just a few days ago, the despicable Hughes and the Holy See of Light sent missionaries into our country, and even attacked our soldiers! They are arrogant and deceive me Milo! This is an insult to our Milo Empire, and even more so a blasphemy against the great God of War! It is unforgivable, and the Hughes will pay the price!"

"Warriors, the time has come to teach this group of despicable fellows a lesson! Emperor Bixia will personally lead the army to conquer the Xiusi Empire, assisted by me and His Royal Highness Long'er, and we must let this group of despicable fellows know the military might of my Miro Empire, and let them know how terrible the wrath of Lord God of War is!"

"Soldiers, set out with me and conquer the city! Establish meritorious deeds! The glory of Miro is with me, and the god of war is with me!"

"The glory of Miro is with me, and the god of war is with me!"

"The glory of Miro is with me, and the god of war is with me!"

"The glory of Miro is with me, and the god of war is with me!"

......

400,000 voices roared hoarsely, and the rolling sound was like a storm crashing on the shore, earth-shattering, deafening! The distant city of Millrock seemed to tremble in the terrifying sound.

All the soldiers were stirred up by the marshal's words, and they shouted with all their might, as if they were wildly waving the blades in their hands, as if this was the only way to avoid being burned by the blood in their chests.

Lupsas pressed his hands to the ground, and immediately the audience fell silent again, and he spoke: "Soldiers, let's go! Let's drink the Masandra River, garrison Huphast!"

The city of Huvist was the capital of the Hughes Empire, and the Sandra River was the moat of Huphaster.

The low trumpet sounded, and the army formation like a sea began to move slowly, and one phalanx after another opened up to the northwest......

"Dick, why don't you take part in the war against the Empire of Hus, this is a good opportunity to build up your merits. In the Marquis's Mansion in Millrock City, in the study, Princess Arya blinked her eyes and asked curiously.

Perhaps because she had studied at Valkx Academy, Princess Arya always liked to come and talk to Dick. As a princess, she has no shortage of servants who are condescending to the past, but she is very short of friends to talk to. And Dick is undoubtedly one of the few friends she can have after revealing her status as a princess.

Dick, who was sitting across from her, smiled and said, "Because my territory still has a lot of business to deal with, I really can't spare time." Dick certainly wouldn't say that he gave up this opportunity because he didn't want to be an enemy of McFarlane.

"That's a pity," Arya said helplessly, she suddenly changed the subject, "Do you think that my father can win this expedition to the Xiusi Empire?"

This "you" refers to Dick and Prince Mitt sitting next to Arya, a shy and introverted prince of thirteen or fourteen years old who seems to rely on his sister and always follows Aria's side, at least every time Alia comes to visit Dick.

"Such a military event, Wei Chen did not dare to express his humble opinions. Dick turned a corner. Woe comes from the mouth, and of course Dick understands this.

"Don't you dare to express your opinion, do you think your father might lose?" said Arya, who understood Dick's words.

"I didn't say that, it's all your own speculation, Your Highness. Dick smiled slyly.

Arya refused: "Dick, since we are friends, what else can't we say?

Dick smiled bitterly and was about to explain, but Prince Mitter, who was sitting on the side, suddenly said timidly: "I also think that my father's chances of winning are not high......"

Dick and Alya immediately looked at him, and Mitt looked at each other, and immediately lowered his head in embarrassment, his face flushed with shame: "Did I say something wrong?"

Arya hurriedly comforted: "No, Mitter, don't worry, be bold to say your thoughts, it's okay to say something wrong, my sister and Mr. Dick won't laugh at you." ”

But no matter how much Arya tried to persuade him, Mitt refused to say a word more, and his face was so red that he almost found a hole in the ground to get into.

Dick looked at Mitt a little differently, this prince, who was often shy and refused to speak, judged the situation the same as himself, was it because of a coincidence, or because he thought of it, he also thought of it?

If it's because of the latter, as long as Mitken changes his shy and shy personality, Miro's battle for the throne will have another dark horse!

The capital of the Faun Empire, the city of Faliend, the royal palace and the imperial study

The supreme power of the Faun Empire, Emperor Bixia of Jax Faun, sat in a golden chair covered with velvet cushions. In front of him was a table carved from brown and yellow rosewood. On top of the table were stacks of folds and papers.

In front of Yax, two people stood respectfully, namely Shaker, the corps of the First Legion of Faun, and the treasurer Megilli.

"According to the news, the Miro Empire has openly declared war on the Theseus Empire, what do you think about this?" Jax began, adding at the same time, "I don't want to listen to the empty words and nonsense above the court, I want to listen to practical advice." ”

Shakel, the Leginarian of the First Legion of Faun, was a typical military figure, with a tall and muscular physique, a square face, knife-like facial features, and a rugged beard. He stepped forward and said, "Two evil tigers fight each other, even if one of them defeats the other, it will pay a heavy price, and this is the hunter's chance." If the timing and tactics are right, you can kill two tigers in one fell swoop. ”

The treasurer, Mei Jili, also stepped forward at this time, he was a mediocre-looking short and fat man, with a short body and a round body, and the fat on his face almost buried his facial features.

"Captain Legionnaire is a little wrong in what he said," Megilli said with a shy belly and a sneering look in his eyes, "Even if the evil tiger is injured and dying, the counterattack before death is extremely terrifying, not to mention that the two evil tigers may be forced to join forces against the hunter under pressure. ”

"And what should we do in your opinion, Mistress Gilli?" said Shakel, his tone unabashedly disdainful.

"Our financial situation is not strong enough to support a two-sided war. Mei Jili said lightly.

"What? Are we going to give up such a good chance just because of your damn financial problems?" said Shakel angrily.

"Watch your words, Lord Shackle. ”

"Alright, alright," Jax waved his hand, stopping the two ministers from arguing. Although the reason for the discord between the two is also due to the fact that he, the emperor Bixia, has made a difference in the mud, he is not willing to let the two really tear their faces. Shakel was in charge of the soldiers, and Megilli was in charge of the finances, and whether the relationship between the two was too good or too bad, it was not conducive to the concentration of imperial power and the development of the empire.

Yax's fingers tapped lightly on the tabletop, pondering for a while, and finally asked, "Megilli, you just said that the empire's finances are not enough to support two wars, so the funds for starting one war should always be enough." ”

Megilli immediately replied: "If we only wage war against one empire, our finances will be more than enough. ”

"Very well," Jax's eyes were like lightning, "Shackle, from this day onwards, you will secretly draw troops from the border, as well as gather reservists, and make sure that you can form an expeditionary force before the victory and defeat between the two countries are divided." When the war between the two countries ended...... That's when we send our troops!"

The capital of the Empire, the city of Huvest, a garden in the Imperial Palace

It's already early autumn, and it's the time when the flowers are dying, but in the magic array laid by the court magicians, all the flowers are still as vibrant as spring.

The monarch of the Empire of Hughes, Antonio Hughes, is nearly eighty years old, making him the oldest of the three emperors. He was slender, full of silver hair, and he could no longer see his original color, and his face was full of layers of wrinkles.

At this moment, the old emperor leaned against the railing and sighed softly.

"Father, what are you sighing about?" asked McFarlane, who was standing behind him.

The old emperor spoke, "I sigh, although the flowers planted here are brilliant, they are too fragile. Without the warmth provided by magic, it will wither in less than a day. ”

"It's human nature for flowers to bloom. McFarlane disagreed.

"Isn't it normal for nations to prosper and fall?" sighed Antonio.

"Father, are you worried about the invading army of the Milo," said Macfaran, "rest assured, General Isl has already led our most elite army to meet the enemy, and it is believed that he will soon return with glory." ”

The old emperor suddenly coughed loudly, his face flushed, and he bent down in pain.

Macfarlane was shocked, and hurriedly stepped forward to pat his father on the back to help him breathe.

Antonio, who finally stopped coughing, gasped and said: "The decline of a country is often due to his internal reasons, not external forces, and what I am most worried about is not the invasion of the Milo people, but what your royal brothers will do after my death." McFarlane, are you still unwilling to consider your father's suggestion? No one is more fit to sit in this seat than you. ”

"But Father, I've always been free......"

"Macfarlane, you are no longer a child, you can no longer do things according to your own temperament, can you watch our Theseus empire fall apart and Zuihou be swallowed up by foreign enemies?"

"Father, I'm ...... Think about it again. McFarlane frowned.

"I'm afraid you don't have much time to think about it. Antonio sighed again and quietly hid his bloodied palm behind his back.