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Under the wise and powerful leadership of Queen Isabella, the Almohad's new army marched forward with great momentum.
Initially, it took them a month to evacuate from the chaotic area.
But now, it only took them half a month to regain the entire Almohad North.
You know, even walking from Abdwad to the Zamibia River would take half a month at the fastest. The new army was simply marching in a hurry all the way.
Some troops even marched two hundred miles in one day and night and liberated three cities, an impressive feat that could blind one's eyes.
The peacekeeping force, which advanced slowly and steadily, was suddenly outmatched by the new army.
But everyone in the peacekeeping force knows what's going on here.
If it were in the past, no one would be polite about this kind of competition for power and gain, and would directly attack them with a knife.
However, since ancient times, all problems that money can solve have never been problems.
Everyone is competing for power and profit, but in the final analysis, it is just for the cute little yellow thing.
Ever since the Prime Minister of the Almohad Empire, the Marquis Weshan, promulgated the 'Killing Order', those problems have not become a problem at all (he promulgated this article mainly to make some money to ease the empire's
Poor financial situation.).
Even many generals were so moved that they cried bitterly after hearing the Prime Minister promulgate this lovely decree.
You know, the local nobles take advantage of the fact that the mountains are high and the emperor is far away, and they do evil all day long in their own one-third of an acre of land. They are very fat and ruthless.
'The southern rebels are trying to split the country and destroy the beautiful situation of the united, stable and prosperous Almohad Empire under the wise leadership of Her Majesty Queen Isabella.
All subjects who are righteous and loyal to the empire should take up arms and engage in a heroic, fearless, heroic struggle against those evil rebels.
The local nobles survived the occupation by the southern rebels.
This also shows that they did not launch a heroic and heroic struggle against the southern rebels.
This means that they are not righteous and loyal to the imperial government.
Those who are not loyal to the imperial government are sympathizers of the southern rebels, or they join the southern rebels.’
According to this deductive logic syllogism system theory put forward by Aristotle, the great ancient Greek philosopher, and after a brief reasoning, everyone rolled up their sleeves with peace of mind, waved a sharp knife, and Dazai Na
A fat pig that helps the nobles.
In fact, there are really not many good birds among the nobles in the south.
They are all big landowners who live off the land, which means that they basically all belong to conservative forces - as elites in feudal society, few people like a woman to be their boss.
Even though the remaining few are neutral, due to the commodity dumping by the multinational capital group Feiying International Group, the powerful industrial capital has had a huge impact on their fragile feudal agriculture.
Those little brats who used to stick their butts out and work conscientiously in the fields are now all mentally disturbed.
Young people no longer take pride in being diligent and honest, working as cows and horses, and working hard to farm the land for the nobles. No matter what happens, they always talk about going to the city to work and make money.
Some people even abandoned their land and escaped secretly in order to get rid of their status as serfs bound to the land by the nobles!
This alone is enough to make the landowners and nobles furious.
mlgbd~!
Everyone is gone, who will do the work for the uncle?
Is it possible that the dignified aristocratic lords should go down to the ground to wield hoes, let the young men pour stinking excrement on the cabbage, and let the young ladies wrap their heads in big towels and pick cotton with their weak and delicate fingers?
If that's really the case, it's better to die~! (By the way, this is why "Gone with the Wind", directed and starred by Miss Adele herself, was called a masterpiece, but in Almohad, it was
The reason for the official ban - lack of necessary true description. Excessive glorification of the southern aristocracy and turning a blind eye to the miserable life of the southern serfs.).
In addition, not to mention, due to the development of steel technology, steel plows, seeders, water trucks... these advanced agricultural farming and irrigation technologies have been promoted and applied.
Although this saves manpower and seems to save costs, but... he***. The price of food has also dropped, hasn't it?
After working hard for a year, I bought three to five dou more grain, but in the end I got less money than before.
The more you work, the more money you lose, who can bear it?
Therefore, any good impression they had towards Queen Isabella, if any, has been lost long ago.
During the war, although they were under the rule of the imperial government, they frequently flirted with General Hadou and hindered the new army.
This is also the reason why the new army always loses battles in the beginning.
Before they could take off, they had already sent the news to Hadou's kang head, allowing him to accurately grasp the opportunity to fight.
General Hassel has long hated them so much that he could eat all those brats alive without salt.
But since those places were newly occupied areas, in order to avoid intensifying the local situation, and there was no evidence, he could only swallow it alive.
But now, we finally got the opportunity, and of course everyone wouldn't let it go.
The nobles of the south have all lived here for generations, and their accumulation and plundering over hundreds of thousands of years have allowed them to accumulate a large amount of wealth.
Now, with a single order, so many aristocratic families and famous families have all disappeared, leaving everything clean.
All the wealth they had accumulated over the years was used by those gangsters.
For a time, everyone was scratching their heads.
In the midst of this, although the Laohe troops were worried about the international influence, they could only watch helplessly from the side. However, the New Army also made a fortune, but they also drank water and never forgot the well diggers, and they were extremely loyal.
Every time they scraped land, they followed the rules of the arena extremely strictly and gave a large portion to Lao He's troops nearby.
And the generals of the new army are not idiots either.
Whenever they falsely report their military exploits, although they emphasize their bravery and prowess, they also have to write a heavy mark on Lao He's troops.
They don't have to work, they have money and military merit. Although Lao He and his troops still look down on those New Army brats, their mouths are also firmly blocked by those guys.
Queen Isabella, Grand Duke Julius, Princess Catherine, Prime Minister Marquis Vichan... As high-level people, they are all veterans of ruling for many years. Naturally, they know everything about this situation, but now the situation is very good. Moreover,
More importantly, they don't have to pay for it themselves, so they just turn a blind eye or turn a blind eye.
In this way, the new army regained one city a day at lightning speed, winning one victory after another. They handed over a satisfactory answer to Emperor Almohad.
Everyone in the empire rejoiced.
"Cross the Zamibia River and liberate all of Almohad~!"
"End the war within a month~!"
"Rebuild the powerful Almohad Empire~~!"
"..."
Stimulated by that series of dazzling victories, various slogans were shouted out by the officials of the Almohad Empire government. Even the common people also shouted together, and the empire was full of optimism.
But in the Almohad Palace, on the full map of the Almohad Empire hung high, a small black flag in the middle of a bright red looked particularly dazzling.
No matter who sees the map, they will always frown in dissatisfaction.
The one with the small black flag is Priska City.
Around this city, a world-famous war just took place.
The most famous general of the older generation, and the young god of war who is rising like the sun among the new generation, collided fiercely under this small city, and sparks burst out that dazzled the world.
This little-known town resounded throughout the land overnight.
Lorraine won, and won beautifully.
With a small victory over a large number, Hadou was beaten until he vomited blood and fled. The 70,000 southern rebels were wiped out in one day. It is said that less than 10,000 southern troops were able to escape back to the south bank.
Hadou lost, and lost completely.
But to the surprise of all the Almohads, after achieving such a glorious victory, Lorraine stationed troops under the city of Prisca without making any advance.
He ignored the city of Priska, which was besieged by Haddu's defeated soldiers.
This made the Almohad Empire government confused and very angry.
Taking over Priska City should be an easy task, but Lorraine just couldn't touch the piece of cake in front of him.
In this way, the Almohad people cannot declare that they have liberated the Almohad North. The most important transportation hub in the north is still in the hands of the enemy.
Without capturing Priska, the Northern Army and the peacekeeping force will not be able to move south, and the peacekeeping force will continue to work passively.
Although the city of Abdwad also urged General Hasel who was under the city of Priska many times.
Hassell could only smile bitterly in return. Even if he wanted to fight again, he had to listen to Lorraine's restraint.
When the New Army troops arrived at the gates of Priska, a large army had already gathered near Priska.
The coalition forces originally led by Lorraine and Hasel were more than 30,000 people, plus nearly 100,000 peacekeeping troops who later came to reinforce Lorraine.
The area near the Zamibia River has turned into a huge military camp.
Standing on the top of the city, you can see at a glance the military camps stretching to the horizon, with flags like a forest and drums beating like thunder.
The defenders of Priska City were already in despair.
This is what the new army saw when they arrived at the city of Priska after regaining their lost territory.
Little Prisca was as pitiful as a lazy sheep surrounded by a pack of vicious wolves.
The generals of the new army who hurriedly arrived and asked to see Lorraine first asked, "Why not capture Prisca?"
His tone aroused extreme dissatisfaction among the peacekeeping force generals. General Ruman next to Lorraine rolled his eyes at him and teased: "I wonder what this general's instructions are?"
The general of the new army suddenly realized what kind of people he was facing. The young man in the middle who was always smiling and seemed to be a fool in everything he did, but in a head-on battle, he defeated the best general in the world.
people.
He couldn't help lowering his head humbly and said: "My lord, I misunderstood. I just have questions and want to ask your lordship for advice."
Lorraine bared her teeth, smiled, waved her hand, and said, "Haha, General, you're welcome. We are all our own people. In fact, even if you don't ask, I will still say it."
Everyone pricked up their ears in unison.
Lorraine turned around, held the baton in his hand, pointed at the map, and said: "After this period of battle, our army attacked in two directions, forming a huge pincer offensive that will invade the south bank of the north bank of the Zamibia River.
The rebels surrounded him.
Due to the efforts of the generals, the enemy troops scattered everywhere were cornered by our powerful offensive and had no choice but to surrender. "
Having said this, all the generals smiled. This was their impressive record.
"But..." Lorraine paused for a moment, then continued: "But, as the saying goes, don't stop when you return to the army, and you will be surrounded by the army.
What we need to see is that there are still some stubborn rebels who are still resisting. Although they dare not confront our army head-on, they break into pieces and divide into small groups and rush into the green forests of the mountains.
Once they occupy the mountains, they become bandits. It is extremely difficult to eradicate them.
I kept this ferry crossing to give them an escape route, so that they would have hope of returning home and not have to fight to the death and fight like a trapped beast."
After hearing this, all the generals couldn't help but nod in agreement. No wonder they can defeat Hadou, they only see it from afar~!
I only think about occupying the territory, killing the enemy, and gaining more military glory, but the other party is already thinking about things after the occupation. I really don't accept it.
Listening to everyone's flattery, Lorraine couldn't help but smile.
He knew clearly that there were indeed many simple-minded guys among these generals, but there were also smart people. They could not fail to see this, and now they were just trying to flatter themselves.
Sir Alex is a master of flattery. It would be a joke if he was stunned by such superficial flattery from these people.
"Second..." He raised his voice to interrupt everyone's flattery, paused, and then continued: "Second, according to the intelligence, there seems to be a problem within the rebels. If we occupy the ferry now,
Making the move to cross the river will inevitably put strong pressure on them.
At that time, under strong pressure, they will inevitably give up their prejudices and unite. And this is not what we want to see."
"What's wrong with Hadou internally?" All the generals couldn't help but be stunned and looked at each other: "What's wrong internally with him?"
Lorraine looked at the inquiring glances from everyone and couldn't help but shrugged and said: "I don't know the details. I only know that Hadou seems to be seriously ill, and those bastards started fighting to seize power..."
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Halua Province, a prosperous land in the southern hinterland of the Almohad Empire.
Just like the status of Pros Province in the Ruman Empire, Halua Province can be called the granary of the empire. The fertile land on both sides of the Hali River is rich in various food crops.
This is also the fundamental place of Amor and Hadu. It is through the wealth and prosperity of Halua that Hadu has the strength to covet the crown of the Almohad Empire.
Hadu has been entrenched in Halua for nearly twenty years, and has already managed Halua and several nearby provinces as solidly as an iron barrel.
The people here only know about Almohad and Hadou, but they don't know about Almohad emperor or queen.
The capital, Haligad, is the largest city in the south, with a population of nearly half a million. Even across the continent, it is a well-known city.
This is Hadou's lair.
Since Hadou took control of Halrua, due to the pacification of the uncivilized barbarian forces in the south and the looting of a large amount of labor and land, the city of Haligad has become more and more prosperous. Even contraband from the demons can occasionally be seen here.
The center of the inner city is the Amor and Hadou mansion, which dominates several provinces.
Ever since Hadou suddenly returned from the Zamibia River front line in the north, the Haligad people felt that the atmosphere in the city had changed somewhat, especially in the inner city, where there were one sentry every five steps and one post every ten steps, and a large number of soldiers were on duty in the inner layer.
In the past, the street in front of Hadou's mansion could be passed freely, but now it was completely closed.
All of this proves that something extraordinary happened.
There is an undercurrent surging in Haligad City.
There are rumors that their leader Hadu suffered a huge defeat in the north and his entire army was wiped out, with only his life being spared.
There are even rumors that Hadou was injured in the battle and will soon die.
People in the city are panicked.
"How is your Excellency?" An old general with white beard and hair impatiently grabbed the doctor who came out of the bedroom, grabbed the doctor's collar and asked fiercely.
The battle-hardened veteran looked murderous, as if he wanted to eat him alive. The timid doctor was so frightened that his face turned pale and he was trembling and speechless.
"General Mela, if you don't let him go, how can he talk?" A middle-aged man with a dark face dressed as a general next to him rescued the doctor in General Mela's hands.
The doctor's face turned red when he was strangled. He touched his neck and coughed several times before saying, "My lord is sometimes awake and sometimes comatose, and his condition is not very stable. We still need to observe him closely. Generally speaking, he is doing well, but the possibility of deterioration cannot be ruled out.
"
Meira grabbed the doctor's collar again and cursed: "Bah, what I said is the same as what I didn't say. If you have any objections, I will definitely kill you first."
A young man with oily hair and pink face, with a sad expression on his face, shook his hands, stamped his feet anxiously, as if he had lost his soul, and kept mumbling: "What should I do? What should I do? What if my father..."
A tall, strong man with a dark face walked up to the young man, raised his arm, and slapped him hard on the face.
There was a crisp "pop" sound, and everyone present was stunned.
"Shut up!" The tall young man glared down at him and shouted in a low voice.
The young man covered half of his swollen cheek with an expression of disbelief. He looked stupidly at the person who slapped him in the face and murmured: "You dare to hit me? How dare you hit me? My father never did.
You have never hit me before, how dare you hit me?"
His face turned pale and green for a while, and his eyes were full of anger, as if he would pounce on him like a mad dog the next moment and start a fight with the tall young man.
The tall young man looked at him contemptuously, pointed his finger at his nose, and shouted: "If you talk nonsense again, I will beat you up, get out!"
The young man with oily hair and pink face looked at the young man who beat him bitterly, waved his hands, and screamed: "You dare to bully me, you...I, I..."
Then seeing the opponent's clenched fists, he couldn't help but take a half step back and said in a trembling voice: "You... you wait, I'll tell mom to go..."
After saying that, he turned around and ran away as fast as he could.
The tall young man clapped his palms and felt as if there was something powdery on his hands. He frowned and rubbed his palms, and cursed fiercely: "It's useless. It's like an unweaned baby."
He didn't know that when the young man ran out of everyone's sight and looked back, his expression was full of coldness and sharp cruelty.