In the next few days, the weather was calm, and Blackstream City was prospering as always. The construction of Wolf City was nearing completion, and the initial construction of several mines was completed, and a large amount of ore began to be produced. The large freight floating fleet traveling to and from Blackstream City,
It has gone from once a month to three times a month.
Near the original werewolf territory, not only black stones and black crystals were discovered, but also several metal veins, including a large amount of weapons-grade metals used in high-strength alloys, as well as a variety of rare elements with strategic value.
With these kinds of resources, it is even possible to build a workshop specializing in the production of Force gun barrels on the spot. This is exactly what Song Zining plans to do. Since the past ten months, large-scale equipment has been continuously sent to Wolf City.
Four towers were shipped.
In the past few days, Song Zining had nothing to do except go to the office to read the battle reports. He drank tea and read every day, and occasionally played a game of chess with Nan Hua. He lived leisurely and leisurely, like a god. Perhaps because of the relaxed days, Song Zining's complexion improved significantly, and his handsome face
The face began to have a radiant glow again.
Nan Hua stayed with Song Zining almost all the time, reading, playing chess, and even pruning the flowers and plants in the courtyard. When the time came, she would cook herself and make a few porridge and side dishes. She was born as a princess, and her cooking skills were obvious, and
Not very clever. But Song Zining, who was used to eating delicious food from all over the empire, was not picky. He ate it up with great interest every time. He would also discuss with Nanhua how to make porridge fragrant and how to make pickles a delicacy on the table.
For Nan Hua, days like this are like a dream.
Nan Hua hesitated to speak several times, but when Song Zining noticed and asked about it, she would change the topic and change the topic. Song Zining had encountered this situation many times. Feng Liucheng
The Qi Shao is always surrounded by beauties. Let alone spending several days with any girl day and night, even spending a complete night is rare. Qi Shao likes to sleep alone, which has spread among the circles of noble ladies.
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So whenever Qi Shao was particularly nice to a girl, that girl would become very unnatural. Nan Hua seemed to be the same way, so Qi Shao didn't pay much attention to it.
Several days passed like this, and Song Zining finally packed up and left for two days, then returned to Heiliu and continued to wait.
During the past two days, he finally felt a little uneasy. He checked all the arrangements again to confirm that all preparations were in place before returning to the black stream. With his usual rigorous methods, there was no need to check again, so
Doing so would easily reveal the secret. But Song Zining was still a little uneasy but didn't know why, so he couldn't help but check it again.
Back at his residence, Nan Hua quickly prepared refreshments for him. Song Zining sat under the tree, picked up a cup of tea, and sipped slowly, his mind already flying to the distant Twilight Continent.
"What are you thinking about?" Nan Hua asked.
Song Zining smiled slightly and said, "It's nothing. But the tea is a little too hot."
"Ah, then I'll make another pot."
Song Zining raised his hand to stop her and said with a smile: "No need, that's good."
Nan Hua looked at him with complicated eyes, hesitated to speak, and finally sighed quietly.
Song Zining smiled at her and expressed comfort. In fact, his mind was entirely on the Twilight Continent. In his mind, a virtual Twilight Continent had been formed. Nighteye had just rushed out of the dark area in the center, with a large number of pursuers behind him.
, there are many strong ones among them.
Nighteye escaped according to the predetermined route. Along the way, reinforcements deployed in advance were constantly activated to intercept, mislead, and divert the pursuers. They covered Nighteye's escape to the edge of the continent, and boarded the reserved high-speed aeroboat to escape Twilight.
Over the past few days, this plan has been passed through Song Zining's mind hundreds of thousands of times. Every detail, down to the activities of each shadow, and various variables, are clearly engraved in his mind. It is in this extremely boring situation.
In meditation, Song Zining filled up all the imaginable loopholes bit by bit, imagined all the changes, and envisioned a remedy for each change.
This is the reality behind the appearance of the future military god's plan. Ever since the Huangquan training camp, Song Zining has understood that talent only provides an upward ladder, and how far he can climb on this ladder still depends on himself.
While the eternal night was peaceful and peaceful, the war was rekindled on the floating land. After a long period of repairs, the dark race finally completed its army. The army passed through the long wasteland and officially entered the Zhao clan's territory, setting up shop a hundred miles away from the Unfallen City.
The camp began to build a fortress, facing the imperial fortress group.
As the armies of both sides continued to mobilize, more than a million troops were deployed around the Unfallen City.
On the other side of the floating land, the freed-up dark races aimed their spearheads at the Wangyue Plain. They defeated the main force of the Song Clan in one battle and drove the Song Clan completely out of the Wangyue Plain. They also pursued and killed them all the way until they drove away the remaining troops of the Song Clan.
Only when you enter the city that cannot fall will you stop.
At this point, except for the city that does not fall, only the Li family is left struggling to support themselves in the misty forest. For some reason, Aiden's frequency of fighting suddenly decreased during this period, which made the Li family and the Zhu family miserable.
The Aristocratic Family team got a chance to breathe. However, the entire Li family couldn't laugh at all. Based on Aiden's past performance, suddenly reducing his participation in games basically means one thing, that is, he has reached a breakthrough point.
Originally, Aiden had already killed many noble families and made them miserable. If he were to break through again, what would happen?
The battle on the floating land is approaching, and the void has already been filled with wreckage, and huge ships are burning and falling from the void every day.
In order to ensure the supply of the Unfallen City and to block the further increase of troops from the Dark Race, the Imperial Fleet was dispatched in full force. The First Fleet of the Imperial Guard, which was directly affiliated with the Imperial House, was finally dispatched to engage in a decisive battle with the fleet directly affiliated with the Eternal Night Parliament in the void.
The battle resulted in an exchange ratio of one to two.
Encouraged by this battle, the fleets of the empire and the combined fleets of aristocratic families exerted their strength, and continued to play classic games. The situation on the void battlefield began to slowly tilt towards the empire.
The void fleet battle has always been the beginning of the ground war. When the decisive battle on the floating land was about to break out, countless intelligence reports flew into the imperial capital like snow flakes, and then divided into three channels, entering the military headquarters, the imperial palace and the meeting representing the combined forces of the powerful families.
Pavilion.
Within the Imperial Military Headquarters, all intelligence and battle reports flowed in like a wave, and then were divided according to their importance, and then flowed to different departments, large and small. Everything seemed very orderly. However, if someone could have an overview of the whole situation, they would find that the information coming from the floating continent
Most of the battle reports flow to the various executive departments of the military and are not sent to the real decision-makers, except for the void battlefield.
This sign can only mean one thing, and that is that in the eyes of the big shots in charge of the military, the Battle of Floating Land is not the most important battle at the moment.
At this moment, a conference room on the top floor of the military headquarters was filled with smoke, and the smell of tobacco and tea mixed together, becoming indescribably weird.
There are thirteen seats in the conference room, but only seven of them are occupied at the moment. Most of the people at the table are over sixty years old, and there is even an old man who is so old that his wrinkled skin is covered with age spots, and his body is covered in visibly.
The smell of decay. His eyes were half open and half closed, and the cloudy eyes were like two pools of stagnant water, making people wonder whether he was awake or asleep.
But the old man with half his foot in the coffin was sitting in the center. There were three seats in the center of the conference room. Although the old man was sitting on the side seat, the other two seats were empty.
In other words, at this moment, the old man is the core role of the meeting.
However, if you look closely, you will see that the other six people are all important figures in charge of one side. When they sit together, they can basically decide the direction of the imperial military.
There was a thin document in front of the seven people, only two pages. But the paper was full of scrawls and signatures. Just for these two pages, these real big shots in the imperial military had already
We discussed it all day and night, and it was a day and night when the war was so urgent.
The content on the paper is very simple. It is actually a list. Behind each name, information such as age, gender, skill achievements, and family origin are marked. It couldn't be simpler.
Everyone spoke one by one, each with a supporter. As the discussion progressed, some names were crossed out, and other names were marked with emphasis. However, as the number of names with emphasis increased, the atmosphere in the conference room quickly became tense.
They became serious and began to argue with each other. There was even a quarrel.
With the beginning, there will be a continuation. The second quarrel quickly appeared and expanded in the blink of an eye. The big shots were divided into two groups. The quarrel caused sparks to fly, and some even threatened war. But how could the people on the opposite side be afraid of him?
He refuses to give in even an inch and is about to take action on the spot.
At this time, the drowsy old man sitting in the middle with his head lowered raised his hand and knocked on the table gently. The sound of knocking on the table was very soft, but it made the entire conference room quiet. The two people who were arguing were still talking to each other.
They stared at each other, but also sat down.
The old man finally spoke: "The number of places to go to the Maelstrom this time is twice as much as expected. It's all thanks to the good work of those little guys. With so many places, you can make such a fuss. If there were only a few places as originally expected,
A few, or even less, do you really want to fight a few battles to determine where you belong?"
There was silence in the conference room. After a moment, another old man in his sixties coughed. He was wearing an imperial military uniform, but did not have any military rank. When the two parties were arguing just now, he was just smoking, one after another.
He kept smoking, and it was obvious that he was addicted to smoking.
He said slowly: "The opportunity is rare, and it coincides with the resurgence of the empire. Every family wants to take the opportunity to develop and contribute to the empire. This is understandable. However, the quota is limited after all, and it is impossible to allow everyone who wants to
Everyone who goes there goes to the Maelstrom, and it is only fair to see how sincere each company is in this matter."