Capital of the Gallic Empire,

A celebration of the 27th birthday of the new emperor is in full swing, the early morning fog is still in the streets, the city guard in a black carriage, already holding a three-meter-long iron fork in his hand, hanging ribbons on the canopy of the roadside, on the shops on both sides of the street, are hanging brand new wind lanterns, antique brass pedestals are polished with rags,

A carriage with a family coat of arms appeared in the morning mist, and the wheels crushed against the flat avenue stones, so that many cities who were busy decorating the city, hearing the sound of wheels, the guards turned their heads, and looked at the family crest of the Julils family on the door, and many people's eyes flashed a trace of imperceptible surprise

Julill Sfort came back this time, it was specially to participate in the birthday celebration of the emperor ten days later, because it was the first year of the new emperor's reign, so it was particularly grand, and last autumn, the Ministry of Government and the Ministry of the Interior, which are good at shaving horses, are said to have arranged manpower and material resources for the first time to increase the progress of the restoration of the old palace in the imperial capital, but the report submitted to it was not approved by the new emperor.

The Ministry of the Interior wrote a new report, and increased the financial investment by one-third, originally thought that it would be able to win the favor of the new emperor, but half a month has passed, it is still a stone sinking into the sea, time is approaching day by day, don't look at the time There are still a few months, but this celebration is very large, the entire imperial capital has a population of millions of people, covering an area of more than 150 miles, as many as 73 palace mansions, 31 hunting palaces responsible for resting while hunting, 11 palaces for cultivating and watching the scenery, and the other is the palace inside the palace,

These must be decorated on the day of the celebration, the walls must be painted, the potholes in the streets must be filled, and even the trees must be hung with colorful decorations, and the one in charge of this chore. It was the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and the time dragged on until November last year, and the Ministry of Internal Affairs finally got an answer to a certain relationship

It's not that His Majesty didn't approve it, but that His Majesty the Emperor had already angrily thrown the report of the Ministry of Internal Affairs into the trash.

"How can such a lifeless palace represent the momentum of the new emperor swallowing the world, the storm has been raging for hundreds of years, and the empire needs a palace of kings that is more spectacular and magnificent than all the previous palaces in order to show the majesty of the Gallic Empire" The new emperor meant. Finally, it came from the mouth of the attendant

"His Majesty the Emperor needs to be able to represent himself, not just a lifeless statue of the new emperor, but a huge landscape that can still be praised by future generations after thousands of years, in order to show the power of the empire, the Ministry of the Interior should provide a plan to build a huge palace, and the name of this new palace has even been set on the name of "Boalami Palace", Boalami is the god of war in Gallic mythology, and the new palace named after the god of war. Your Majesty's inner thoughts, you should know!" The person who came to convey the message smiled mysteriously

The officials of the Ministry of Internal Affairs suddenly came to their senses, and hurriedly started a report on the obsolescence of the old hall and the request for the construction of a new one.

The day after the report was submitted, it was approved by His Majesty the new emperor, and the officials of the Ministry of Internal Affairs did not dare to delay and immediately organized manpower and material resources. But because of the enormity of the project and the high demands, the Ministry of Internal Affairs is already exhausted slaves. This palace since last November, it has been 6 months, just completed a third of this palace, which contains too many reasons, for the Gallic Empire, last year and this year have shown bad signs, first of all, the Gallic Empire's defeat of Seattle in the Central Bia region, so that the empire's eastern legion of more than 100,000 elite losses, marking the empire's anger for a hundred years of eastward expansion policy also completely failed, turmoil began from this, the new emperor ascended the throne, gave up the eastward strategy of upholding the empire for a hundred years, but shifted the empire's military policy to the west,

Then there was the rebellion in the northwest of the empire, although the scope of this turmoil did not affect the empire, but the turmoil set off within the empire can be described by an invisible earthquake.

The struggle between the Alger family and the Julils family is only superficial, everyone can see that this time it is actually the result of the operation of the Emperor Majesty behind the scenes.

But the overly biased attitude of the Emperor Xià, and the direct removal of the Sultan of the Slavic region of Julilsford, coupled with the sensitive identity of the Algernon family, is undoubtedly like a scale, one side pressed down one palm, and the other side picked up the already small bargaining chips, the Julils family is finished, and the magnates in Kyoto think that the Julils family will not die this time, and will also face the situation of being suppressed to the end, but the magic is here, the sudden emergence of the northwest coast, so that this farce directed and acted by the emperor Xià suddenly appeared a comedic reversal,

Julilsford's carriage passed by the road next to the new hall, and his eyes swept over the silhouette of the huge palace inside the stone wall to the heavens, and Julilsford's eyes were unconsciously fixed on it, and it was undeniable that even through the ring wall, people who saw this huge building could also feel the feeling of intimidation coming from this huge red-roofed palace.

He had already heard that because the construction of the new palace was completed in the future, and the old palace was under repair, the number of people in the last few imperial meetings had been greatly reduced.

In the past, the emperor would take the initiative to solicit the opinions of the ministers, but now, at some point, he ignored the various proposals of the ministries and directly issued an order: "The war at the front is tense, but the rear is full of singing and dancing, which is really ......."

Julilsforg, who had just returned to Kyoto, put down the curtain in his hand with a solemn expression, not wanting to look any further, it was very dark in the carriage without light, Zhualilsforberg was deeply tired, he also arrived at the front line of the battle with the Slavs, only to find that the situation had become so grim, although the strength of the Slavs was getting stronger and stronger, and even had a tendency to oppress the entire northern part of the empire, according to the latest intelligence, in the north where the Slavs were raging, some poorly equipped Slavs were taking up the duties of garrisoning the occupied areas,

This is not good news, the appearance of these territorial garrisons means that the Slavs no longer take a handful of things as in previous years, but have the intention of stationing for a long time.

However, the Ministry of Military Affairs refused to provide reinforcements and could not come up with effective measures to stop it. This made Julilsfort also helpless, he was originally an elevated position, although nominally with the title of commander-in-chief of operations against the Slavs, but the troops under his command are all doing their own thing, among the 80,000 troops who were transferred north, the strength that really belongs to Julilsfort is less than 15,000 people, and this is because these troops have a good relationship with the Julils family,

At three o'clock in the morning, when Fort Julils was sleeping soundly, a group of Praetorian cavalry wearing royal insignia armor arrived at the residence of the Julils family. "Open the door, we are the Emperor's Guard!" a Praetorian Guard completed slammed his hand on the iron door, and the doorman was woken up in a daze,

"I have something to look for Lord Julilsforburg!" the Praetorian Guard officer walked in with a hint of respect in his tone, regardless of whether the Emperor wanted to, but the Praetorian Guard officer knew very well that if it were not for the Emperor Majesty removing Julilsforborgs, the Slavic ruler, there would not be such a troublesome situation in the north of the empire. In the face of a family that has guarded the borders of the empire for decades, and the unfair treatment that this family has recently suffered, the wind of the entire imperial capital has turned, and there are not a few first-line wealthy families similar to the situation and status of the Julils family. No one dares to say that one day His Majesty the Emperor will not treat himself like he did with the Julils family, this kind of invisible alliance of rabbits and foxes has made the Julils family have a lot of secret supporters. Otherwise, Fort Julilsford would have become a real bare-bones general.

"What is it that requires labor, you?" said Julilsford, who had only a thick fur coat in his drawing-room, and the Praetorian Officer saluted him. He said, "His Majesty the Emperor has just decided to invite Lord Fubao to the Imperial Council held in the palace this morning.

"Let me attend the Imperial Council!" Julilsford looked at the order book in his hand with some confusion, and his face became very strange

It is not surprising that the Emperor knows that he has returned, as the Gallic Empire, which has stood in the northern land for more than 300 years, naturally has its own intelligence network, and Julilsfort can guess with certainty that as soon as he leaves the barracks, he is already under the watchful eye of the Emperor Majesty, even if he is in the barracks, his every move will be reported to the Emperor every day, otherwise, how can the Emperor Majesty sleep!" Julils Fort said, then went to his room to look for clothes

"I miss it so much!"

Julils Fort picked up the clothes on the hanger, and couldn't help but think of the days spent on the northwest coast, although it was also facing a crisis, but at least it was free and would not be watched, and the fat man, this wonderful son-in-law, was always able to bring staggering surprises at critical moments, no need to be like now, trembling every day, tired of coping, even if you want to find someone to say a word, you will feel the eyes of being watched, from the barracks to the mansion, the emperor's eyes are everywhere, even if they know, these people are also very bold, because they know that they can't do anything about them,

Fort Julillsford walked up to the carriage waiting at the gate, and the Praetorian Guard officer led 20 royal Janissaries to guard the two wings, and the carriage crushed against the stone pavement, making a rhythmic creaking

The road in the early morning is still very dark, and stars can still be seen in the sky, the starlight shines on the armor of the Praetorian Cavalry outside the carriage, and two curved battle flags like huge wings are in the north of the Praetorian Cavalry armor, and the battle flags are covered with white metal sheets, just like the wings of the legendary god of war Boalamy, making the Praetorian Cavalry look more majestic, and the iron pieces swaying in the wind are like a piece of starlight flashing "Hehe, iron wings against the wind!"

Julils Ford retracted his gaze, the corners of his mouth grinned, when he was on the front line, he heard that His Majesty the Emperor had just redesigned the Praetorian Guard armor, asking to make the Praetorian Cavalry look more in line with the true colors of the first cavalry of the Empire, and he didn't know which guy was the sycophant who designed this so-called "Iron Wing Wind" The Praetorian Guard armor looks really good-looking, plus most of the young people of the Praetorian Cavalry are children of Kyoto, with good looks, with iron wings and windward armor, one by one is like the reincarnation of the god of war, just to cater to the emperor's exaggerated taste,

The celebration of His Majesty the Emperor is imminent, and a report sent back from the front-line generals has also begun to sing praises for the Emperor Majesty, the Emperor Majesty is the war seems to be under the command of the Emperor Majesty, the Slavs who fought are not in the army, and the corpses are million, the Slavs have been defeated in the war report, the Slavs are fleeing, the Slavs have lost their armor, and the Slavs have reached the situation where they will flee when they see the imperial army. and so on, almost full of articles, and the only one here who is still truthfully reporting is Fort Julilsford, anyway, there is only one bare, and Fort Julilsfort doesn't matter

Fort Julilsford took a deep breath and sighed, although the battle ahead had improved, but it was also because the Slavs were busy consolidating the occupied areas and temporarily halted the offensive. And it's not because of the counterattack of the imperial army, His Majesty the Emperor is really used to being arrogant behind closed doors, don't you know, the extra wings on this body are like twenty catties more weight in vain, wearing such armor, in addition to looking a little better, there is no use for fart, but in order to inlay the extra wings. The bolt under the arm was snapped, greatly limiting the flexibility of the cavalry to wield the weapon.

Recently, the Slavs have been tossing too lively. Fort Julilsford received reports that the exiles from the north had also begun to appear on the outskirts of the imperial capital, numbering about seventy or eighty thousand, according to the character of those officials. Just as he was thinking this, the carriage stopped, and the Gallic palace arrived.

Julillsford got out of the carriage, the cold moon hung high in the sky, and the inky sky was full of shining stars,

Raising his head, Julilsford's eyes containing countless thoughts were once again fixed on this huge building that condensed the fortune of the empire for three hundred years, the former glory of the Gallic Empire, the glory of the past, and the proud world of the world were all turned into a black reflection under the starry sky, I don't know why, Julilsfort suddenly remembered the fat man on the northwest coast,

are also two ambitious young people, one Shen and the deep palace of the empire, accustomed to being deceived and rejoicing, unwilling to face the growing rift within the empire, and taking care of themselves as the "god of war" The arrogant dream, the other in the barren land of the northwest to expand the territory, seems to be light, but can raise hands to turn the world upside down, the gap between the two, has surpassed the gap in talent, the Gallic Empire at this moment, like the gloom before the heavy rain storm, will the bustling towns of tens of millions of people also be like this starry sky, will eventually rise with the sun, disappear without a trace,

Before arriving at the venue of the Imperial Council, Julilsfort had already seen more than a dozen Imperial Ministers standing in the corridor of the palace in front of him, in a cluster in the east and a cluster in the west, and when he saw him coming, he looked at it neatly and neatly, and his voice stopped, that feeling, it seemed that he really looked at the silence of a clown on the stage, and the first thing that caught his eye was the newly promoted Duke of Miles, the newly promoted Minister of State, this bald nobleman with a big belly was standing on the right side in front of the door of the conference, and the other dozen ministers were relatively close to him on weekdays,

And to his left there were two people whispering, one was the thin financial undersecretary Dispin, this sharp-faced guy was like a vegetable market vendor, and his eyes lit up when he saw anything advantageous, and the other turned out to be Bobitov, who was the palace housekeeper.

The whole of Kyoto knows that he has the same hobby as the skinny financial vice-minister, that is, raising beautiful slaves.

Legend has it that their favorite position is the 2-on-1 position, and from the occasional low laugh full of obscenity when they talked happily, we knew that these two guys, most likely just called from a beautiful slave, seemed quite energetic, and this abnormal excitement as long as a man understood "Lord Forburgh! A purple-haired, handsome-looking young military attache stepped forward to greet him, his straight posture brought a compelling momentum, although both of them were in charge of the Southwest Region, but it was the first time they really met, "Lord Murphy Obonne, I didn't expect you to come back too!"

Fort Juliosfort looked surprised, and suddenly felt that this imperial meeting was not simple, Murphy Oone became famous in the eastern battlefield, and after being transferred to the southwest region, it was also a fight in one fell swoop, and the Gang African empire was defeated and retreated, and it has completely withdrawn from the border line of the southwest region, and the reputation of Murphy Oone, a famous general in the east, is also in full swing in the southwest army, for this capable and deliberately neutral young man, Fort Julioles Fort has a certain good impression, and can refuse the temptation of marriage of the Algernon family, who is known as the royal family, this willpower and determination not to wade into this troubled water, are very admirable,

For the gamble between the southwest and the northwest, Julilsforberg also heard that in his eyes, it doesn't matter who wins or loses, the important thing is that both sides have maintained restraint and solved the long-standing contradiction between the southwest and the northwest with the least price and a fair knightly way, no matter whether they win or lose, they are all worthy of respect.

On the surface, it seems that the Northwest Coast side has taken advantage of it, but Julil Lsford, who is in the imperial system, confirmed that the winner of this bet is actually Murphy Boone.

A gamble that not only blocked the provocation from Kyoto, but also defused the threat from the northwest,

In the shortest possible time, he sat firmly in the position of the person in charge of the southwest region without any worries.

Killing three birds with one stone, who dares to say that it is the southwest that loses!" I don't know if Lord Fort has heard about it!" Murphyo Boone stopped in front of Julils Fort, ignored the eyes of everyone from all directions, and said in a condensed voice, "Your Majesty will discuss the selection of the Northwest Commander at this imperial meeting!" "What ......" Juliosforburg's face changed, and even his body shook slightly, he was too deceitful! No wonder those guys had such strange eyes!

I wanted to write about expanding into the Slavic region (present-day Russia), but it seemed that everyone was not optimistic, so I decided to continue the invasion of Gaul (to be continued......