Chapter 1120 People who borrow money are always forgetful
Chapter 1,120 People who borrow money are always forgetful (6,000 words, please give me a guaranteed monthly pass)
"Victory~!"
"The war is over~!"
"..."
The cheers resounded through the sky and spread to every corner of the majestic Abdwad Imperial City.
Every Abdwad person shouted sincerely, laughed heartily, danced happily on the street, and expressed his happy mood without reservation.
The civil war that lasted for a whole year was finally won, and the people of Abdwad found that they no longer had to live under the shadow of war. The ominous cloud that shrouded the people's hearts dissipated instantly.
Ordinary people do not have to fear that when they walk on the road tomorrow, officers will catch a strong man with a rope and send him to the front line to die.
Shop owners no longer have to worry about officials setting up various rates and donations in the name of war, extorting money from them, and forcibly apportioning money.
Those small landowners and small nobles don't have to worry about being forced to join the army with a piece of paper. They bid farewell to their wives, children, and children, and go to the front line to meet the legendary haha with three heads and six horns, eyes spitting fire, and mouth spitting sulfuric acid.
General Du fought.
Family members of soldiers no longer have to worry about their relatives. When the war is over, their husbands (children) will go home safely, the family will be reunited, and maybe their pockets will be filled with gold coins.
The people living in this city can all find reasons to celebrate their victory, and then flock to the streets to revel to their heart's content.
The whole city has turned into a sea of joy, and the sound of joy formed a huge noise that resounded over the entire city.
The joyful voice spread far and wide, all the way to the palace.
Although the imperial city was isolated from the outside world, the joyful voice still passed through the strict and towering city walls, passed through layers of glass doors and windows, passed through halls and hallways, and finally reached the person sitting on a gorgeous velvet chair.
woman's ear.
She looks like she is only in her twenties, like a blooming flower, which is the most beautiful age for a woman.
Her skin is as delicate and smooth as the most delicate suet. She has a slender jade neck, a beautiful and white face, plump and bright red lips, and a high and straight nose.
Especially those pair of light gray eyes are as bright as the stars in the night sky, even a little dazzling, emitting a brilliance of wisdom that seems to be able to penetrate people's souls with just one glance.
Her long, beautiful hair was simply pulled back and tied into a tall bun, showing her extremely capable, noble temperament, and calm and elegant demeanor.
It is none other than Queen Isabella, the supreme leader of the Almohad Empire.
At this time, she did not deal with the mountain of documents on the table in front of her, even though they were clearly marked with urgent, top secret, etc.
Instead, he leaned slightly on the back of the chair, squinted his beautiful eyes, put his right hand gently on the armrest of the chair, and gently played with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses in the fingers of his left hand, which were as delicate as spring onions.
Absent-minded.
Just by looking at the Gucci logo on the frame, you know that these eyes are definitely worth a lot of money.
In the middle of the table, there was a separate message.
It was the news of victory.
This was sent through the military system, but because it used the same line, it was only less than ten minutes earlier than ordinary people.
There was no need to hide the news of the victory. The peacekeepers naturally sent it to both the military and civilians.
However, the advantage of military use is that this telegram was personally drafted by the commander of the New Army, General Hassell, and it introduced the battle situation in extremely detail. Just sending this telegram would take a lot of time.
General Russell, in particular, spared no time in describing to Her Majesty the Queen how united and united the New Army was.
In the face of the desperate resistance of the powerful enemy, when everyone thought of Her Majesty the Queen's glorious image and her eyes full of ardent expectations, they immediately felt full of strength, mustered up their energy, and were not afraid of bloodshed and sacrifice. They bravely took the lead and fought with
The enemy launched a bloody fight and finally defeated the enemy.
But it is a pity that this document, which took countless painstaking efforts from the clerical team and was carefully produced, and its literary talent is quite amazing. It can be called a model of imperial official documents and makes people spit out the breakfast the day before yesterday, but it has not been used at all.
It has the function it should have.
Isabel only saw a few lines at the other end and knew that the war was won, Haligard was captured, and Hadu was dead.
I immediately lost the desire to read any more - I don’t need to read Queen Isabella to know what is written below.
Queen Isabella threw away the telegram and just leaned lazily on her chair, motionless, not wanting to do anything, not thinking about anything, not even bothering to blink her eyes.
Since she took power, she has been extremely tired these days. She has never dared to relax for a day.
As the actual controller of this troubled empire, she not only has to deal with a lot of government affairs every day, but also racks her brains and thinks of ways to provide supplies for the army.
At the same time, he tried his best to appease the surrendered nobles in the south, met with foreign guests from various countries, and formulated various policies and regulations...
Balance the personnel under his subordinates, check and balance the officials under his subordinates, and fight with those who oppose him.
The whole person is busy and busy, and there is never enough time.
At around five o'clock in the morning, as soon as I open my eyes, I have to start dealing with various official duties. At around twelve o'clock at night, I can only go to bed for a while to rest.
Even so, he is still worried about the battle situation ahead.
Almost every day, I wake up from the same nightmare - in the dream, the hundreds of thousands of troops were defeated by the cunning Hadou, and then millions of southern troops were mixed with the undead, killing like mountains and tsunamis.
Came over.
The entire imperial capital burst into flames, drowning in blood...
And she was swallowed up by the blood along with the flames.
Now, when the news came, she suddenly felt relieved of a huge burden, and she felt as relaxed as a feather.
After the feeling of relaxation, a sense of fatigue hit me, and I almost collapsed. I could only slump lazily in the chair, my mind went blank, I didn't want to move, and I let time slowly slip away.
Just as she was enjoying this rare peace, she heard faint footsteps in the distance.
Immediately afterwards, there was a soft 'click' sound, and a gorgeous door opened not far away.
A gray-haired nobleman walked straight in.
He looked at Her Majesty the Queen, who was curled up on the chair, as motionless as a sad girl, and a trace of astonishment flashed across her face.
In his eyes, Her Majesty the Queen has always been diligent in political affairs and worried about state affairs. Basically, she has never been seen taking a rest.
Privately, I admire her energy, but why is she not working now? After winning, there are still a lot of things that need her to make quick decisions.
At this time, the queen opened her eyes slightly and said in a tired voice: "Ha, Marquis Weishan, what can I do for you?"
Weishan hesitated for a moment and said: "Your Majesty, I think you have received the news that we have won and the great empire has been reborn under your leadership."
The Queen smiled slightly, as bright and beautiful as a flower, and said plainly: "Yes, dear Marquis, we have won."
Weishan glanced sideways at her, and then said cautiously: "Then should we prepare for what's next?"
Isabella couldn't help but froze, and her brows instantly furrowed.
While Wei Shang carefully observed her expression, he couldn't help but feel a little worried. He hesitated for a moment, and then said slowly and tentatively: "Shall we... proceed as agreed...?"
Isabella noticed the uncertainty in Wei Shang's tone, and couldn't help but frown slightly, glanced at him, and then said decisively: "Yes. But... let's put this matter aside for now. At this time, it's still...
Let me rest more. These days, I am too tired, really too tired..."
After saying that, I couldn't help but sigh quietly.
Wei Shang bowed his head humbly and said: "Your Majesty, as you wish."
He lowered his head, so even the queen, who was always observant, could not see the strange look in his eyes - sympathy, admiration, and a trace of fear.
At this time, the queen had already stood up and walked towards another door next to her. As she walked, she said: "I want to take a good rest this afternoon, sleep in, water the flowers in the greenhouse, and weed.
, or have some afternoon tea or something. If there is no big event like the sky falling, it’s best not to come to me.”
Wei Shang looked at her graceful back and agreed softly.
After she left, the Prime Minister sighed softly, shook his head for some reason, turned around, and walked out through the door he had just entered.
As they left, this famous golden room was already empty. At this time, the cheers outside became louder and louder, but the sound even more highlighted the silence in the center of the Almohad Empire.
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At this time, the news of victory continued to run tirelessly along various communication lines along with the radio waves.
Across grasslands, through fields, through rivers, over mountains, across oceans... it is delivered to every corner that the telecommunications network can reach.
Everywhere he went, the telegraph operator who had just translated the telegram would rush out of the room excitedly, waving the telegram and shouting to everyone he met.
When it was passed across the ocean to the Ruman Empire.
"Hadu is dead, we win~!"
Those veterans who had participated in the last war all had tears in their eyes, or sang heartily, or silently caressed the weapons in their hands, or raised their wine glasses, looking towards the bloody battlefields and towards the
Pay tribute to those companions who sacrificed their lives. The honor belongs to them and to ourselves.
"Hadu is dead, we win~!"
Guarding the cemetery of those who died in the war, the white-haired guard couldn't help crying and placed flowers in front of each tombstone.
The war of their generation is finally over, and the souls of those who have lingered on the battlefield for twenty years can rest in peace.
"Hadu is dead, we win~!"
The nobles from all over the country cheered loudly, and then they ordered to bring out the fine wine that had been stored for many years, and drank and celebrated with the people under their leadership. The end of the war meant that the huge war expenses were also over. Their relatives and friends who participated in the war could
Go home with honors and medals.
"Hadu is dead, we win~!"
Shop owners took the opportunity to use inspiring patriotic slogans and launched various discounts and promotions.
"Hadu is dead, we win~!"
In the Royal Palace of the Ruman Empire, His Majesty Emperor Rulonde was also very excited. He stood in the garden with his hands behind his back, looking at the south, unable to calm down for a long time.
In the whole world, Queen Rudrun is the happiest person for winning this war.
During his reign, Queen Rudelun took back the humiliation Hadou brought to him with all the money and interest. Whether it is the contemporaries or future generations, it can no longer be said that Rudelun was incompetent and defeated the country.
Emperor, the Ruman Empire remains in great glory.
"Hadu is dead, we win~!"
With red eyes, Prime Minister Russell sent three instructions to the northern front, asking them to achieve corresponding results in the shortest possible time.
He even said harshly that if he lost the battle again, Mr. Sai would have to cut off a few heads to sacrifice the flag.
"Hadu is dead, we win~!"
The emperor of the Parthian Empire, who had just ascended the throne for just a few months, threw three expensive glasses in anger, and then ordered his men to once again strengthen the defense of Samarkand City and increase this year's tax revenue by one
point.
Whether willing or unwilling, with Hadou's death, the peacekeeping coalition successfully completed its mission. This gang of wolf-like gangsters will soon move back.
The political landscape of this continent is bound to change again.
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After the peacekeeping troops rested in Haligad for a few days, they immediately began to withdraw.
Although there are still problems everywhere in the south, the remaining members of Hadu are still causing trouble everywhere, and the whereabouts of Ilerda, Hadu's number one think tank, are unknown.
The legitimate crown prince of the Almohad Empire, Takade and the second prince Gondres, have disappeared.
From Halligad to the south to the Great Rainforest, it is still the territory of the Southern Army and has yet to be recovered.
But for the peacekeeping troops, all this has nothing to do with them.
The purpose of the peacekeeping force is very clear, which is to steal money and things and kill Hadou. Now both goals have been achieved.
As for the rest of the mess, it's up to the Almohads themselves to sort it out.
Queen Isabella has already gotten a big deal, and the peacekeepers will not let this bad guy pretend to be a bad guy and wipe their butts for them.
This was the largest war in recent centuries, fought from early summer to late winter, with both sides mobilizing 800,000 troops.
Among them, the peacekeeping force coalition and the Almohad New Army totaled more than 600,000 people. The southern coalition composed of Hadou and his allies also had more than 200,000 people at its peak.
The military expenditures and war materials consumed by the peacekeeping forces during the war were worth tens of millions. The Ruman Empire and the Holy See of Vatican paid most of this.
The entire Ruman Empire devoted its entire nation to this war with great enthusiasm, and every Rumanian made a contribution to this end.
Now that this costly war is finally over, the peacekeeping troops must withdraw as soon as possible to save money.
Not to mention, they also grabbed a lot of things and returned to their hometown with the honor of victors. A veritable homecoming in glory.
After Archduke Julius issued the order to withdraw, both the Ruman Legion and the Holy See's Templar Knights immediately devoted themselves to the retreat with great enthusiasm.
They put a lot of gold coins in the innermost pockets of their clothes, packed their luggage, filled it with the trophies they had collected, dismantled their tents and loaded them into carts, then lined up and sang songs from their hometown.
, and headed north happily.
From the yellow ditties filled with vulgar slang of the Salin miners, to the rough and heroic pirate songs of the Navians.
The whole road in the south is full of troops with military flags. Like locusts, they sweep away all the meat and wine along the way, and enjoy drinking and reveling every night. This greatly boosts the GDP and residents' consumption index of the land.
They had every reason to do so, the war was over, they were victors, they had defeated the prestigious Hadou, and most importantly, they were alive and well, and their pockets were filled with sweet-sounding gold coins.
Although it is still a harsh winter, on the way north, the Almohad southerners are already actively removing traces of the war, cleaning up the ruins destroyed in the war, rebuilding their homes, and preparing for spring sowing.
For them, it doesn't matter who collects their taxes, what matters is whether they can have enough to eat.
Everyone in the peacekeeping force is homesick, and the Almohad Empire is also afraid that these bastards will suddenly change their minds and stay here, acting like hooligans. Therefore, officials from various places are also trying their best to cooperate.
In addition, there was no enemy obstruction, so the peacekeeping troops quickly moved northward at a much faster speed than when they went south.
In mid-December, the main force of the peacekeeping force came to the Almohad Imperial City, Abdelwad.
Under the order of Archduke Julius, the peacekeepers washed their coats, polished their leather boots and shaved their beards two days in advance.
Because Queen Isabella held the grandest triumphal ceremony for the peacekeeping troops at the city gate.
The welcoming team that came out of Abdwad City had already lined up fifty miles outside the city.
Archduke Julius was wearing a beautiful uniform, a helmet with high pheasant feathers, and a scarlet cloak. He looked like the famous epic hero of the Three Kingdoms and the number one heartthrob in the world - Lu Dabu.
Sit upright on the horse with your chest raised and your head raised.
Behind the Grand Duke, the soldiers of the peacekeeping force took long strides and walked majestically on the road leading to Abdwad.
Everyone knows that this is the most critical time for their boss to pick up girls. They, the younger brothers, must show enough courage to support this scene for their boss.
Grand Duke Julius was like a prince in a fairy tale. When the evil witch bullied the kind and weak princess, he came to him in a gorgeous manner, wearing a golden battle armor and stepping on colorful auspicious clouds.
And he didn't even eat a single transformation mushroom. With a wave of his hand, he defeated the evil Kuba Dragon and saved the beautiful princess.
So according to the classic fairy tale romance novels that have been passed down since ancient times, what follows should be a very pornographic and violent scene that is not suitable for children - the prince and the princess are neither shy nor ashamed... no, they live happily together.
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To put it simply, the work is done and it’s time to enjoy the rewards.
At the front of the welcoming team, Queen Isabella was also dressed in a pure white and gorgeous dress, like a blooming rose, holding a golden scepter in her hand, standing there alone with a kingly spirit, and she was graceful.
, peerless elegance.
All the Almohad princes and ministers surrounded her respectfully.
However, in the eyes of the soldiers in Laohe's army, the Queen, who was neatly and gorgeously dressed, looked like an innocent little girl who was about to be led into the hourly room by a strange uncle, but her face was still ignorant. There were many.
The bastard even made a private bet as to which hotel the Grand Duke would book a room with her at.
Grand Duke Julius jumped off the horse, looked at Queen Isabella who was becoming more and more noble in temperament opposite him, and let out a long sigh.
After not seeing each other for several months, Queen Isabella's royal temperament has become even stronger. She is now an out-and-out emperor of an old feudal empire.
The Grand Duke found that he suddenly missed the Queen Isabella who gritted her teeth and endured in the face of absolute adversity.
The queen in front of him made the Grand Duke feel like a rose carved from ice. Although she was extremely beautiful, she was too cold and aloof, making it difficult for people to get close to her.
In his heart, the Grand Duke compared the Queen when he first met with the Queen at this time, but in the eyes of his subordinates, it was the Grand Duke who stared at Queen Isabella with infatuated eyes.
The personal guard behind him quietly stabbed the Grand Duke and whispered: "Boss, come on~! We support you."
Grand Duke Julius glanced back. The generals of the peacekeeping force looked wretched, but at the same time they nodded firmly to the Grand Duke and raised their thumbs at the Grand Duke.
Some people also gestured with their mouths and said: "Get her~!"
Seeing his men jumping for joy, Archduke Julius nodded decisively, raised his thumb and shook it behind his back. Then he straightened his collar and strode towards Queen Isabella.
Queen Isabella pulled up her skirt, bowed slightly to Archduke Julius, and said seriously: "Welcome His Highness on his triumphant return. On behalf of all the Almohads, I would like to express my gratitude to His Highness for his selfless service to our Almohads."
Help express 120,000 thanks.”
Archduke Julius had to return the gift solemnly and said in an official tone: "Exterminating evil and maintaining peace for all mankind is the purpose of the founding of the United Nations. Fortunately, the mission has been fulfilled, and the peacekeeping force has successfully completed its assigned tasks.
.I would also like to thank Her Majesty the Queen for her strong support in peacekeeping operations."
Queen Isabella raised her lips, showed a formulaic smile, and said: "Father God can witness that the friendship between Almohad and the Ruman Empire, like flesh and blood relatives, will last forever and be remembered for generations."
Grand Duke Julius smiled slightly. The Ruman people were not really hot-headed and came to help in the spirit of international feudalism. They had their own purposes.
And people who borrow money are always forgetful. For example, the French sent troops, fleets, and borrowed money to help Aimee beat away the British.
But all the history books of later generations only say that this was all done by a person from Washington and had nothing to do with the French.
The French were so miserable that they didn't even make it into the appendix. You know, the leader of France at that time, Louis XVI, owed a large sum of money because he helped the American devils fight in the war, and finally had his head tied up.
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As an outstanding military strategist and seasoned politician, Archduke Julius also knew that people are always ungrateful, and the Almohads may not appreciate this sentiment from the Rumans.
However, it was impossible not to say anything in the scene. Grand Duke Julius also nodded and said: "Let Father God witness that General Rua is as close as a brother, sharing weal and woe."
Queen Isabella smiled reservedly and said: "We have prepared our most solemn welcome ceremony for the warriors of the peacekeeping force. Your Highness, please."
"Your Majesty, please."
Queen Isabella first walked to the open carriage next to her. When she lifted up her long skirt and boarded the carriage, Archduke Julius extended his arms attentively, showing the noble etiquette of a man.
Queen Isabella glanced at the Archduke's hand, stretched out her hand and touched the Archduke Julian's arm like a dragonfly touching water, and then quickly jumped onto the carriage.
Archduke Julius raised his eyebrows, pretended to pat the dust on his sleeves, and jumped into the carriage to sit next to the queen.
The Almohad honor guard suddenly blared drums and played passionate and majestic music, leading the peacekeeping troops into the Imperial City of Abdelwad.
From here on, the road was swept clean and smooth, and both sides of the road were crowded with Almohad people.
Some even held banners with big words written on them, which contained nothing more than the eternal friendship between Ra and A and so on.
When the drum music sounded, the Almohad people on both sides of the road began to cheer loudly.