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On April 1, 999, the Empire’s Era, Shaanxi Road, the Empire’s Sichuan-Shaanxi Province, Fenglingdu, Tongguan.

As soon as the infantry tomahawk regiment of the Kingdom of Reed landed on the battlefield, Sima Nan frowned.

These Western infantry under the city walls are very different from Teutonic heavy infantry. They only wear armor on their chests and heads. Other places are leather armor, with a rebellious and fierce look on their faces.

These people used not the broad swords commonly used by Western Alliance soldiers. Everyone held a one-handed short-handed battle axe, and several smaller axes were inserted into the skin on their waists.

"Be careful... This may be the tomahawk Legion in the Western Land?" Although Sima Nan had never seen the tomahawk regiment in the Kingdom of Red before, their Sima family was considered a big family in the Empire. He himself graduated from the Southwest Army Military Academy.

I have heard of the name of this battle axe regiment whether in family collection or in strategic theory classes in martial arts lecture halls.

At this moment, I suddenly realized something was wrong.

"Hey, hey ha--" The soldiers of the Red Tomahawk regiment suddenly made neat shouts, which was the tradition left by their mercenary ancestors.

When they stepped on the corpses of the Western Alliance in front, and came to the city under the cover of the heavy infantry soldiers of the Teutonic heavy infantry regiment, they handed the short-handed battle axe in their hands to their left hand, and instantly pulled out the short flying axe from their waists with their right hand and ran up hard.

"Ah--" The Han soldiers on Liancheng screamed. The half-person-high wooden shield was actually split by the power of the flying axe. Most of the Han soldiers on the first row of the city wall were flying axes.

"Archer, shoot accurately, and the target swings the flying axe!" The Han soldiers shouted on the city wall.

However, Fonseca obviously expected this situation. Except for the hundreds of unlucky people who could not avoid it, most of the soldiers of the Tomahawk regiment of the Kingdom of Red were well protected by the large oak shields of the Teutonic heavy infantry.

Although he doesn't like these "bad boys" who have no professional military qualities, Fonseca still admits that the combat effectiveness of these people is his own.

Under the baptism of the flying axes of soldiers in the Kingdom of Red, the Han soldiers, who were already passive, were quickly broken through several places, and more Teutonic heavy-armed soldiers and soldiers of the Red Battle Axe regiment rushed to the city wall.

Sima Nan has received more than once the emergency from several Liancheng.

Sima Nan did not want to see his men fall down like this unwillingly, but he could not throw all the soldiers onto the battlefield. It was just a reserve militia of less than 30,000, and the enemy had only sent 20,000 people. If he bet on all the chips now, Sima Nan would not dare to imagine how long he could lead these brothers to support him.

At least, there is still a glimmer of hope now.

"Damn Ben Lei Army, damn Military Headquarters, are you really not concerned about the gains and losses of the Central and Southern Provinces and Sichuan-Shaanxi Provinces?" Sima Nan cursed Ben Lei Army in Yanbei Province hundreds of miles away.

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On April 1, 999, the imperial capital was in power.

At the end of Jiangshan Feilong Street, under the remaining Yanshan Mountains, a magnificent building is built along the mountain, but it is the center of the Han Empire.

This area with a radius of more than ten miles gathers many departments of the empire, including administration, military, economics, etc.

The tallest building is all made of bluestone, which means solemnity, majesty, fairness and justice.

It is the highest administrative body of the empire, the Privy Council of the State.

Today, in this place where the affairs of a country are handled, the heads of the empire's ministries and members of the National Assembly gathered in the hall, and were fiercely arguing about the city bureau a few days ago.

"Everyone, be quiet, be quiet!" Zhuge Yuhua, chief member of the State Privy Council, stood on the rostrum and shouted to the chaotic bosses.

Seeing the Chief Committee member’s speech, the voice in the hall slowly fell down.

"Speaker Cao Ganlong, what is the opinion of the National Assembly?" Zhuge Yuhua turned around and asked the Chairman of the National Assembly, Cao Ganlong.

"The parliament has no objection to send troops to Sichuan and Shaanxi provinces, but the premise is to ensure the safety of the northern provinces. After all, the Westerners are now in great power, and it is difficult for the imperial team to assemble. If you act hastily, you may be afraid that there will be soldiers in the north and the emperor will lose all the emperor." Cao Ganlong said slowly.

"Don't you, Cao Ganlong, this is just your attention. You are afraid of death, but I am not afraid. I firmly support sending troops immediately!" Congressman Sima Chong said angrily.

"Sima Member, please note that this is the State Privy Council, not the vegetable garden of your Sima family!" Cao Ganlong's expression remained unchanged, and his words were sarcastic.

In terms of family background, the Sima family is difficult to compare with the Cao family. In terms of status, Cao Ganlong is the president of the dignified National Assembly, and his brothers are the commanders of the Feilong Legion, one of the top ten legions of the empire; and what are the Sima Chong brothers?

Moreover, Sima Chong's biggest hobby on weekdays is to open a vegetable field at home, and grow vegetables to enjoy it. Therefore, he was nicknamed Sima vegetable garden by his political opponents. Cao Ganlong used this to criticize him today.

When Sima Chong heard this, his face changed. He grew vegetables to cultivate his character, but his hot temper was not much better. Just as he was about to ask, Zhuge Yuhua said:

"Well, Sima Congressman, we also know that your brother Sima Nan is fighting against the enemy on the front line, don't worry..."

"Far, it's all fart. I, Sima Chong, are you worried about my own private affairs? If you delay any further, you will not be able to protect the Western coalition forces from Tongguan, Chang'an Prefecture, and Chengdu Prefecture. At that time, the Westerners can attack and retreat and defend, and the empire will be truly in danger!" Sima Chong said angrily.

"Well, Sima, we all understand your opinions. Then, Minister Guan, what about your opinions?" Zhuge Yuhua was naturally ashamed of his heart, as if nothing had happened. He turned his attention to Guan Bowen, the Minister of the Imperial** Administration (the full name of the Imperial** Administration is actually the Command Command of the Military and Political Department, the official document is abbreviated as the Military and Political Department, and the spoken word of the world is abbreviated as the Military and Political Department, and hereby explain it).

"The military headquarters does not agree with sending troops!" Guan Bowen said lightly, with only this sentence, and then he stopped talking.

"Minister Tian, ​​what about your opinion?" Zhuge Yuhua asked Tian Songren, Minister of the Imperial Affairs and Administration.

"Well, I mean it is similar to Councillor Sima and Minister Guan. Everyone can do it as soon as possible. I have a civil service and I don't have military affairs at all. Well, just do it like that. Do you think this is the reason? Everything..." Tian Songren sat there pondered and pondered.

"Uh, we understand what Minister Tian means..." Zhuge Yuhua hurriedly interrupted Tian Songren's words. Tian Songren was famous for his good talk when he was young. Now that he is old this year, although his speech slows down, he is even more nagging. He once spoke in the National Assembly for a day, and everyone was sleepy and unable to hold on, but he was always intrigued.

Therefore, Zhuge Yuhua didn't dare to let him continue to talk about it like this.

"Old fox!" Cao Ganlong glanced at Tian Songren, who was sleepy, and said in his heart.

After several fierce debates, the imperial tycoons in the Privy Council still did not make a judgment on whether to send troops.
Chapter completed!