"Your Majesty!" Southern Governor Statunko stepped onto the deck of the battleship, stopped and bent over to salute the fat man in the distance, and a dozen generals of the Southern Army also kneeled on one knee behind the fat man, Put your hand on your right chest, and say in a uniform voice that belongs to the soldiers. "The 47,000 soldiers of the Southern Army greeted your majesty and returned to the country!" The voice rumbling through the deck, "You guys, how come these politeness came!" The fat man turned around with a smile on his face, swept his eyes like electricity, raised his hands to the crowd, and made everyone stand up to talk. "Your Majesty, don't get me wrong. This is the voice of all the southern military generals, there is no meaning of flattery! "The **** Statunko stood up excitedly and said that the general of the southern army behind him stood up, his eyes flashing, and his face expressed with unabashed excitement." Normandy's battle, His Majesty has always been known as The Southern Army of the "Second-line Guard Corps" was given a chance to be renamed. Now in Emperor Realm, who doesn't look at our Southern Army in awe, this feeling is absolutely unprecedented in the past. Even the military school students who will graduate this year in the chūn season have three points. One of the students changed their habit of only targeting the Northern Army in the past, and began to be willing to be assigned to the Southern Army as their first choice! Now wherever we go, our Southern Army dare to report the name! This is all from His Majesty. "This is what you deserve." The fat man laughed at the corner of his mouth and felt the complex changes in Statunko's heart. God said solemnly, "In my heart, the Southern Army has always been a real front-line force. Perhaps most people’s eyes are on the Northern Army’s illustrious military achievements, but I know that without your Southern Army stabilizing the situation in the rear and guarding the logistics of the army, the Northern Army wants to fight in the front without worry, that is absolutely not It’s possible that these honors are what you deserve. Your Majesty... "The **** Statunko is excited. The voice trembled slightly. "True soldiers, not just on the battlefield!" The fat man's voice stopped, his hand extended meaningfully, patted Statunko's shoulder heavily, and said slowly "in my There is a proverb in my hometown, the good warriors have no merit! I think it is you who are responsible for the entire battle, whether it is to deal with the Nord’s southern invasion last year, or the later battle of Saranda. You are fighting with your stubbornness and bloodbath. They have served as the backbone of the entire southern part of the empire, but these are not easy to be concerned by the world. Only when the North Army attacked and the South Army defended such rumours, you did not complain about me. I am very grateful for my partiality!"

"The backbone of the southern empire!" The fat man's words twitched Statuenko's body slightly, his eyes suddenly turned red. This sentence also made a dozen Southern Generals moved by a mess. No one spoke, but his eyes They are all afraid of people.

This is the comment of His Majesty the Falcon, who is known as the mainland army god. Whoever dares to arrange the Southern Army’s weakness and incompetence in the future, everyone can use this sentence to make him speechless and have such a comment. Everyone's waist poles straightened a lot in front of their colleagues

"Okay, don't talk about this! Let's talk about the situation of Salander! So many people, so many supplies, should be busy enough to choke recently!" The fat man relieved everyone after a few words. Towards the warship's deck, because this time it was a secret return home, so there were not many guards arranged above the dock. Statunko also arrived in the name of the Southern Governor's Tour,

The sun shines on the embankment of the military port, embroidering a beautiful Phnom Penh, the waves are lined up to hit Phnom Penh, and a vast world is displayed in front of you

After sorting out the thoughts in his head, Statunko followed the fat man and said, "The overall situation of Salander is good. In the north, according to the instructions of His Majesty, we have used the method of trade invasion to control The force extended to the area north of the Wild Horse Plain, especially when the Northern Allied Forces suffered a heavy blow in Normandy, the Northern Alliance’s control power was greatly reduced, and those Lord Sarande no longer mentioned anything like the founding of the country. Now that honesty Looks like, we don’t mention taking back their territory and power, it’s enough to let them thank God”

"In the central and southern regions, two-thirds of the urban restoration has been completed. Compared with the withering situation when it took over at that time, both the population and the lushness have greatly increased. It can be said without exaggeration that the central and southern regions may be better than Go to the Wikia at the center of the empire, but it is more than enough to compare Nord and Dorok. Especially the people who were rescued from Normandy some time ago, most of the Salanders are grateful for the empire and have accepted the empire from the heart. The fact that the former dynasty was more reliable..."

"How did Salander respond to the empire's annihilation of the rebels!" The fat man waved his hand, interrupted Statunko's report, and directly asked the most keen questions, which is where he was worried.

"Initially, there were some irresponsible words and rumours that were unfavorable to the empire, but after learning of the news of the rebels' independence, they quickly quelled themselves!" Statunko responded oddly.

"Oh? What's going on?" The fat man paused unexpectedly.

Statunko smiled and replied, "It can only be said that it is God's will. The Salanders were originally dissatisfied with the siege of the rebels by the empire, but the news of the eagerness of the rebels to stand alone is undoubtedly a fan. Don’t help their speaker with a loud slap! Now only the sky temple has some opinions about the empire’s forced destruction!”

"Sky Temple?"

The fat man's eyebrows frowned a little, and his footsteps stopped suddenly. As the jīng **** of the Salander, the attitude of the temple will affect many people, but the fat man is now a little afraid to see Palsina ~lightnovelpub.net ~What do you say? Said he killed tens of thousands of Salanders in Normandy? The high priest of this sky temple is afraid that he will turn to himself immediately! This is not just a matter of personal feelings, but is directly related to the control of the empire in the Sarande region. Fat people don't want to lose everything because of their carelessness and the achievements they have made easily!

"Your Majesty, to say a pass, the temple should be decided!"

Statunko glanced at the fat man, and said carefully beside him, "The temple is now in trouble for the successor of the Virgin, divided into several factions, and the empire has deliberately avoided it in this regard.

‘It’s easy to create an illusion that the power of the empire is out of control of the temple, which is dangerous,

At least as far as his subordinates are aware, some speculators who are dissatisfied with the imperial policy are planning to take advantage of this opportunity to choose a saint, use the temple to achieve the situation of controlling Sarand, and qualify to negotiate with the empire! "

"Negotiations? Just rely on them! I don't know what to do!" The fat man's face was as cold as ice, his mouth slightly tipped, and he snorted from his nose. "Be prepared, I want to go north to the temple. I want it Take a look, who are the people in this farce!" (To be continued.)