The Military Affairs Office is located on the north side of the palace. At the door, a pair of huge lions look down on the people. This is the power center of the Holy Empire. All other departments can only crawl at its feet and wait for its dispatch.
Now there are traffic here, and there are endless officials coming and going. It has been thirteen days since the war situation in southern Xinjiang still has no results.
The main question now is: how many people did the Roman army send? What has the southern border been like? How is the battle situation of the Third Division of the Imperial Imperial Army?
These three questions almost made the six military ministers unable to sleep or eat, and the emperor's mind became increasingly elusive, and no one knew what he was thinking.
The third-class duke of the Military Affairs Minister Tuscon and the first-class marquis Harvey Cole sat together in the main seat in the office hall. Today it was their turn to be on duty, and they kept looking through the preparations of the troops in various places.
The empire has begun to guard against the possibility of a full-scale war. Although the treasury is empty and cannot adopt an active offensive strategy, a large number of city defense materials have been transported to various fortresses on the border.
The so-called disaster never comes alone. Just when the Roman Empire and the Holy Empire broke out in a fierce conflict, the Necropolis Legion emerged again, and the local legions were no match for it at all. So the court had to summon a large number of gold-level and above-mentioned ** troops to bless the crossbow arrows at night and transport them to various cities.
The already empty treasury is already in an extremely empty state while paying a large amount of gold coins to deal with various disasters.
Tuscon read several documents, and his brows became deeper and deeper. The emergence of the Necromancer on a small scale from time to time made the local area tired of coping. Fortunately, there was no large-scale action for the time being, which made the local area barely maintain stability.
He picked up the teacup and drank it, looked at the busy crowd in the hall, and couldn't help but sigh: Thousands of years of accumulation of schizophrenia have made the empire extremely weak.
"I don't know how Kubrey's army is going... You can go to the city gate to remind you, and stop the messenger who reported the war situation as soon as possible. The news of the war situation must not be spread!"
After hesitating for a while, he finally issued this order to the adjutant. Once the southern Xinjiang is defeated and the news is revealed, it will definitely cause a major blow to the prestige of the court!
The adjutant nodded and left. In fact, the two ministers on duty on duty had already given orders the day before yesterday, but since there was an order on the top, they could only strictly execute the orders.
Harvey Cole left his desk and walked slowly to Tuscon, smiling faintly: "Tuscon, there is no need to be so nervous. Rob Carre and the others have notified him two days ago. How dare the soldiers guarding the city gossip?"
Tuscon sighed and frowned slightly, "Look at the table of documents, which one is worry-free, and I have always felt uneasy lately, for fear that something big is going to happen."
Javicole shook his head and said indifferently: "What else can there be a big deal? Can a big deal be serious about the Romans? In my opinion, the worst result has been achieved now, how can it be broken."
Tuscon was silent for a moment before slowly saying: "Where is the Necromancer? Once the ghosts in hell become climate, we are afraid that we will not be able to deal with them."
When it comes to the Necromancer, Harvey Cole's face also began to become serious. Recently, a small group of Necromancers have been extremely active. Some small villages have been slaughtered, and the shadow of the breath of death has enveloped everyone's hearts.
He pondered for a while and frowned, "Isn't the light magic of the Holy Court a nemesis of the necromancer of the Necromancer? These things may only be left to them..."
Tuscon nodded and said melancholy: "The troublesome autumn probably refers to this time. Why did the world suddenly become chaotic?"
Harvey Cole glanced at Tuscon, his mouth moved twice but he didn't say anything. In his heart, the only thing the empire could rely on was the Royal Imperial Guard. As long as these people were still there, he felt that the world would be in chaos.
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At this time, in the palace, Yale XIII was meeting an important minister, the old minister he believed most thirty years ago - Lockeguly.
Faced with the aggressive situation of the Roman Empire, no one in the civil and military affairs in the court dared to talk about the offensive strategy. Now he could only ask the hawk who had said that he had no clever tricks.
"If the entire province of Lacota is lost, where should our defense line be stopped? Will we continue to sell the country's land? A negative defensive attitude will only make the Romans even more rampant, and the morale of our army will become increasingly sluggish..."
Lokguli pointed to the huge map of the Holy Empire and said about the line of defense, his fingers slid all the way from Lakota Province to Yanjing.
Yale Thirteen had a sharp look and stared at the strokes of Locke's fingertips. His eyes flashed with cold light, and his face was gloomy, as if he had thought of something extremely heartwarming.
"The land in the world is all the property of Your Majesty. The loss of territory is indifferent to the ministers, because the emperor's property is not their property. No matter how much it is lost, it has nothing to do with them!"
Hearing this, Yale Thirteenth Emperor's face began to feel a little angry. He already had the cultivation level of the ninth level of diamond. He should not have been asked about trivial matters in the world, but unfortunately, he was still in the world and could not relax his mind. Even if he broke through to the holy level, he could not bear the pain of heaven's punishment.
Once he can become a saint-level powerhouse, he will become the second emperor to become a saint-level powerhouse after Yale I. By that time, his life will be left with a strong mark in history.
In the first day of the Empire, without Jin Tang Yonggu, he could not get rid of the distracting thoughts in his heart, so in order to fulfill his lifelong wish, he must complete this arduous task.
After hearing Lockeli's words, he suddenly stood up, paced back and forth on the golden floor, and said lightly: "This country is the country of my Yale clan. It is a group of wine and food, and has been burdened with the emperor for generations. Now he has encountered some setbacks and retreats. It is really disappointing!"
He stopped at this point, turned to look at Lockguly, and slowly said, "How is the Roman Empire? It's only been thirty years. I heard that the treasury of Philip Twenty-third has accumulated like a mountain..."
His voice grew higher and higher: "Are I not as good as him?! I have never had a good sleep in the past thirty years. In order to deal with these cumbersome government affairs, I even gave up my practice for a while! But what happened? For the past thirty years, the treasury has been extremely empty!"
The expression on his face became colder and he said in a cold voice: "The ministers below are all rich and can beat the country. Last time, a small city management army general was investigated and punished, and he could actually have a net worth of five million gold coins!"
When Lockguli saw the emperor's cold expression, he quickly got up from the bench, turned over and knelt on the ground, kept kowtowing, and said, "I beg your Majesty to calm down and don't hurt your body!"
Yale XIII suppressed the anger in her heart, looked at Lockeli, who was crawling on the ground, took two steps himself, helped him up, and said with a little reproach: "It's not your fault, why are you kneeling down?"
Lockguli's eyes were slightly red and he choked and said, "I didn't expect that Your Majesty is now suffering to this level... I just wish I could not die for Your Majesty and share the worries of the Holy Lord..."
Yale XIII patted his shoulder and said with relief: "Storm and Fierce Grass, when this empire is ups and downs, fortunately I have you by my side."
He looked a little regretful, sighed, and said sadly: "At the time, there were constant disputes in the court, the old duke was like a big tree, and everyone wanted to knock you down. It was out of helplessness that made you return home and retire. I hope you don't hold a grudge against me in your heart."
The eyes of Lockguli finally filled with tears, and tears as big as beans came out, sobbing: "How can I not know Your Majesty's painstaking efforts... It's just that you have worked hard for these thirty years..."
Yale XIII waited for him to stop crying before he began to become serious and said slowly: "Faced with this dilemma, I hope my husband can teach me."
Lockguli quickly wiped his tears with his sleeves, his nose was slightly red, his face was covered with tears, and he said with a slight nasal voice: "I dare to dare to ask Your Majesty to reopen the Bauhinia Guard and revive the Qingming Festival in the court and the country!"
Yale Thirteenth glanced at Lockguli slightly, and the joy in his eyes flashed, but he said lightly: "The Bauhinia Guard has been abolished for more than three hundred years. All officials hate this Guard the most. Duke must not mention this matter again!"
When Lockeli saw Yale Thirteenth refusal, he immediately turned over and knelt on the ground, shouting: "Your Majesty, I hope to think twice about the plan for the world for generations! If the ministers do not know the majesty, the government orders will not be understood, the ministers will be fearless, and the law will be without any foothold! The Bauhinia Guard is pinching the life gate of all officials!"
Seeing that he was so sincere, Yale Thirteenth did not agree. He took two steps forward and helped Lockguli up again, and smiled faintly: "Duke, don't mention it again at this time... Look, it's too late today, you'd better go back and rest first."
Seeing that the persuasion was ineffective, Lockguli had to sob twice, wipe his tears, and bowed, "I am so worried about you, I hope your Majesty will not blame you... Your Majesty is saint, I will leave."
Yale XIII looked at Lockeli's back as he left, and couldn't help but think in his heart: "It's still this old thing that can understand my thoughts..."
Donggeli, who had been bowing to serve tea and water, finally spoke until Lockguli left, and said, "The old man is also confused, and he dares to speak easily for such a major matter."
Yale XIII didn't think it was strange to Dong Geri's rash opening, because the powerful man at level 8 of Diamond was qualified to speak in front of him.
He seemed to be in a good mood. He swept away the haze in his heart for the first few days and smiled faintly: "He is not confused, but he is more smart." When he turned to see Dong Geri's face was confused, he smiled and said, "You don't understand the matter here, and you don't have to understand..."
After saying that, he ignored Dong Geri, the corners of his mouth moved slightly, and muttered to himself: "I don't know what the war in southern Xinjiang is going on..."