.On April 2, 999, the Imperial Era, the Head of State for the Imperial Capital.

The head of the empire has a very grand name, but it is actually a very ordinary three-story building in the imperial administrative region.

It covers an area of ​​only more than a thousand square meters, which is worse than some large estates of wealthy merchants in the empire.

This is also the rule set by Taizu of the Empire when he was alive. The head of the empire and the people are bound by the people. One person should not be extravagant to make the people sad.

Moreover, it is clearly stipulated in the Imperial Law that no individual or group is allowed to use imperial assets to make profits for individuals and groups without the approval of the National Assembly at all levels.

In this way, it is normal for the head of the empire to be able to live in a "small residence".

However, although this mansion is under the courtyard, the buildings are extremely exquisite. After all, for thousands of years, dozens of generations of heads of the empire have lived here. After long-term repairs and improvements, this mansion has been created with some brilliant colors.

In the back garden of the head of state, Cheng Mo, the current head of the empire, was sitting upright on a stone bench, holding a picture of "Jiangshan Public Opinion" that was just published in the morning, and sneered while watching it.

"Sir, President Zhao is here." The guard on duty in the head of state reminded softly.

"Oh, please." Cheng Mo raised his head, and a hint of joy appeared in his eyes.

"No need to invite you, Huicheng will come." A middle-aged man wearing a blue shirt, a blue hairband, and a beautiful jade-like jade walked into the garden and followed the gravel path and came suddenly towards the Cheng.

"Fei Lan, you are here just right, sit down." Cheng Mo Zhanyan ordered someone to take a rattan chair.

"It's okay, I like this stone bench, and it's a wake-up call." Zhao Huicheng smiled and sat directly on the stone bench opposite Cheng Mo.

Cheng Mo waved his hand and the servants around him quietly pushed them down.

Seeing that there was no one around, Cheng Mo's face turned dark and he sat there, just looking at the public opinion in his hand repeatedly, speechless for a while.

Zhao Huicheng was a very patient person. Seeing Cheng Mo silent, he looked at the bleak spring scenery in the garden freely, gently caressing his palms and his face was as calm as water.

"Huicheng, there has been such a big stir in Jiangshan City. Did you, the elder, not respond?" Cheng Mo asked by slapping the public opinion on the stone case in front of him.

"Old? I feel that I am in my prime, so Old Master has." Zhao Huicheng laughed.

"Oh, Huicheng, don't look like this. Why have I never seen you anxious?" Cheng Mo said helplessly.

"Chongzhi, are you asking me to come here just to say this to me?" Zhao Huicheng suddenly grew up and stood proudly in the face of the cold spring breeze in the north of the empire.

"Fei Lan, I really want to hear the opinions." Cheng Mo said earnestly, and took the picture of "Jiangshan Public Opinion" with his hand.

"You see, students from major colleges in the imperial capital have spontaneously marched on the streets. Whether it is military, civilian, businessman, workers, farmers, they all support each other. The State Council and the Parliament are still shirking responsibility for each other, and the military department is even more like iron teeth and bronze teeth, and they will never let go. Today, Zhuge Yuhua reported the residence they discussed at the State Council yesterday, and was already confused. Are you just seeing this big country falling into the opponent?" Cheng Mo became more and more excited as he spoke.

"Crash, I will only say one thing to you: Don't do it lightly at this time, wait until the spring thunder rises up."

"As for the military headquarters, I will go to Guan Bowen and say, you are an adult, and even my brother." Zhao Huicheng looked at Cheng Mo, and a gentle smile appeared on his handsome and resolute face.

Zhao Huicheng, whose courtesy name is Feilan, was the 33rd generation grandson of Zhao Yunzhi, a marquis of the British Marquis, was gentle and restrained, and was strong and strong. The inspector general of the Privy Council of the Empire, the dean of the Jiangshan Army Higher Academy, the commander of the Empire Flying Tiger Legion, and the current head of the Empire, Cheng Mo became a sworn brother.

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On April 3, 999, in the deep mountains at the junction of Sichuan-Yu Road and Shaanxi Road in the Empire.

Lei Dongfeng and others had been running on the mountain road for three days, but they felt that there were vast mountains in front and behind. After passing this place, there was still that place. If there were no brothers from Wang Jiantang who were familiar with this road, they would be lost in the mountains.

As for Wang Jiantang, Lei Dongfeng has been allocated to Jiang Zhuying. After all, Jiang Zhuying is rushing all the way and needs this person who knows the situation best to lead the way.

"Brother, sister-in-law is both wise and brave, and Miss Li and Jing Mingyang are with her. I think not many people in this world can stump them." Seeing Lei Dongfeng's eyes full of worry, Zhang Ce couldn't help but comfort him.

"Original plan, you and I have been leaving the academy for two years, right?" Lei Dongfeng suddenly said.

"Well, my brother has been nearly three years, but I have been two." Zhang Ce replied. Although he was a little confused, he couldn't help but recall the youth that was worth remembering at Jiangshan Army Higher Education College.

"Do you remember what Dean Zhao often said in the college back then?" Lei Dongfeng asked again. Recently, he had already remembered many things, but some key points were still very vague.

"Of course, the president said that even if a soldier is a soldier, the country must be the most important. No matter how many difficulties and dangers are, we cannot lose the true nature of the Han army. Even if there are thousands of people, I will go..." Zhang Ce said.

"Haha, I remember that back then, you and I were called the two heroes of the academy. Now they are on the edge of the south, but they are also concerned about national affairs. If Zhuying cannot succeed, I will not be able to do anything..." Lei Dongfeng looked firm.

"Ce should follow his elder brother." Zhang Ce said sternly.

"But you don't advise me to seek future generations again?" Lei Dongfeng said with a smile.

"The eldest brother and sister-in-law are unwilling to live alone, and Ce is unwilling to live alone. What's more, now we are just trying to make ends meet them. If not, what's the face of seeing them again?" Zhang Ce also smiled.

"Very good, the righteous plan won my heart." Lei Dongfeng sucked his palm.

In fact, young people like Lei Dongfeng and Chuck, who are friendly on the outside and proud on the inside, are somewhat extreme in their temperament when they are successful in their youth but are framed.

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On April 3, 999, the Empire was in Tongguan, Sichuan and Shaanxi Province, Fenglingdu.

"Kill--" Sima Nan felt that the last trace of oxygen in his chest was almost exhausted, his whole body was sore, and his arm holding a saber could no longer be raised. The last word "Kill" was called out, and he felt suffocated.

However, as the commander of the army, Sima Nan knew that he could never fall into a limp at this moment, although he had not closed his eyes for nearly three days and thirty-six hours, and even though he had commanded his soldiers to repel the enemy's attacks by no less than ten times.

Now, Sima Nan has completely lost money with Feng Seka under Liancheng.

In three days, Sima Nan's men of more than 15,000 people were pieced together by soldiers from two second-level legions, and the remaining reserve military and civilians, less than 30,000 people resisted the fierce attack of more than 40,000 elite soldiers in Fonseca.

Sima Nan could not retreat, and behind him was Chang'an Prefecture, which was nearly one million Han people, and the last pride that a Han soldier insisted on. Fonseca could not retreat either. The military order issued before the war and the battle with the heavy casualties for several days made the conceited Teutonic Knight understand a truth: the Han soldiers opposite had the will of more than the Teutonic people.

However, he could not retreat. If he retreated, he would be greeted with the greatest shame for the soldiers. He was removed from office, deported to his country, and then he would be in a castle in the principality for his lifetime.
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