A hall in the Ultraman Empire Palace has a huge three-dimensional topographic map of about ten meters long and five or six meters wide, placed in the center of the wide hall.

Marshal Zotra was holding a few meters long coaching stick and pointing on the topographic map.

"According to information, the Free Alliance has laid out their ace Thirteenth Legion here, the ninth, tenth, and eleventh Legion here, and the twelfth Legion here are arranged in this place.

"From this arrangement, they are afraid they will use the 13th Legion as the main force to break through our defense line, expand and stabilize the results of the three legions in the rear, and the last 12th Legion will be regarded as a fire-fighting reserve.

"And our imperial army has arranged five legions on the front, arranged in zigzag shapes. Any legion that is attacked can receive support from nearby legions."

"Why is the arrangement of the Free League so well-behaved this time? Are they sure that the Thirteenth Legion can break through the defense line of our Legion? Also, as the defensive party, we now put all the legions on the front line and did not leave a reserve team, would it be inappropriate?"

The person who raised this question was a thin old man wearing a gorgeous robe.

Although his skin lost its luster, his bright eyes were not as bright as those in his seventies.

This old man is the imperial prime minister Nicol Orentes, who managed the imperial government affairs and the imperial meetings of the Ultraman Empire.

"Please rest assured, Prime Minister, the numbers of the five legions arranged by our army in the Silver Division are the third, sixth, ninth, twelfth, and fifteenth."

Zotra said this, and the Prime Minister of the Empire and several important officials who were qualified to participate in the imperial meeting all nodded with laughter and stopped asking.

"Why did the other party invest so few legions in this battle? After so many battles, there have never been less than seven legions... Is there any conspiracy between the Free Alliance?"

A young voice sounded, which was said by a young man wearing royal costume, handsome and mature, about twenty or thirty years old, standing above everyone's heads.

Hearing this, Marshal Zotra winked at the person beside him. This was a middle-aged man who looked ordinary and had no one noticed him in the crowd, that is, the head of the Imperial Intelligence, Earl Turiel Kuzou, who bowed to the young man.

"His Royal Highness Viin, according to our information, since the economy of the Wilt Free Alliance has increased significantly and the profits of Yindu are not obvious, so the upper class of the Free Alliance does not intend to consume a lot of life and money to compete for Yindu. If it were not for the opinions of the lower nobles and the people, I am afraid that this Yindu War will not break out at all...

"So as long as you defeat these five legions of the Free Alliance, the Empire will win the Silver Du War twice in an unprecedented manner."

"What? Why don't I know?"

His Royal Highness, whose name is Wigan Ryerhart, was a little surprised, but after saying this, he quickly shut up because he found that everyone present had no surprise expressions, and it seemed that only he did not know about this.

He couldn't help but feel annoyed.

No matter how I say that I am all qualified to attend the imperial meeting. Such important information has not been reported to me?

But thinking of his weak power, he could only grit his teeth and endure it secretly.

Everyone present noticed the prince's expression, but no one took it seriously and continued to discuss it.

This world is full of strength.

Weiyin is the crown prince, but only because of his eldest son.

His mother was a palace maid, and the eldest son of the Emperor, Viin, was just a product left by His Majesty when he was young when he was in love with his heart. It can be said that except for the identity of the prince, Viin had no backing at all.

Although the Ultraman Empire is used to making the eldest son of the emperor the crown prince, the crown prince is not necessarily the future emperor of the empire. Like His Majesty the current emperor, he was just the fifth prince at that time.

Although His Majesty the Emperor often absent from the court due to illness, he is the emperor with the most princes in the history of the empire.

His Majesty, who is in his fifties, already has fifty-six children, and there are several groups of them in the same year. Thirteen princes have already grown up, almost all of whom are prominent nobles.

Under such circumstances, Weiyin's mother's family is just a commoner's prince. What future can she have? The empire's reliance is the nobles.

The prince forced everyone to ignore them and interrupted everyone's discussion.

"Prime Minister, the period for the mining rights of Yindu should expire, right?"

Although I don’t care about this prince, I still have the politeness on the surface, so the Prime Minister bowed and replied. “Yes, Your Highness, our country’s silver mining rights will expire automatically when the war breaks out, and will be issued again after the victory.”

The Prime Minister looked at the prince with a smile. Not only did he know why the prince asked this, but anyone present knew why the prince asked this.

The prince gritted his teeth and stopped talking. Seeing the prince like this, the prime minister sighed in his heart.

It's really useless. He doesn't dare to speak for profit. No wonder people look down on him... I thought so, but the Prime Minister still spoke politely.

"If His Highness the Crown Prince also wants to obtain the right to mine Yindu, then after our army wins, the Crown Prince will come to find his subordinates."

"Ah! Thank you uncle!"

The prince saluted the prime minister happily, so excited that he even called out his private title.

Can you be unhappy? Apart from a few manors rewarded by the emperor, Viin has no other source of wealth.

When the empire obtained control of Yindu last time, he was still young and didn't understand these things at all, and no one helped him. Unlike those princes with backers, someone helped them get mining rights early on.

The most outrageous thing is that a few guys who were still in the womb and didn’t even know whether they were men or women, had mining rights before they were born.

Like the fifteenth sister, her wealth as a princess is more than the wealth of the princes, let alone the poorest prince in the royal family.

Except for Marshal Zotra, everyone else's face changed when they heard the Prime Minister's promise.

Among these important officials of the empire, except for the Prime Minister, the younger brother of the current emperor's biological mother, and the marshal who has royal blood, who is not the family of a certain prince?

If the prince obtains mining rights, his wealth will definitely increase greatly, and his power will definitely increase greatly.

And has the Prime Minister no longer remained neutral? If this is the case, it would be a problem.

The prince was so excited at first sight that he stared at the prime minister. If he got the support of this uncle, his position as the prince would be stable!

At this moment, a cough woke up his imagination, and the marshal glanced at everyone indifferently.

"Continue to discuss matters."

After being swept by the eyes, the person with all kinds of thoughts immediately cheered up and listened to the marshal's arrangement.

Although the prince was listening attentively on the surface, he was already thinking about it.

If you get the support of the prime minister, you have a chance of 60% or 70%; if you get the support of the marshal, you will definitely be 10% or 10%!

Unfortunately, this marshal did not speak for any prince and was very indifferent. He didn't know why his father trusted him so much. Almost all the troops in the country were in his hands. If he had bad intentions, wouldn't anyone be able to control him? You must know that he also has the blood of the royal family!

Thinking of this, the prince was shocked and carefully peeked at the marshal. Seeing the marshal's energetic appearance, he suppressed this worry in his heart.

Viin dared not raise this concern to anyone. After all, the marshal is a symbol of loyalty. Once people know their concerns, they will not only offend the army, but also become a handle for the princes to suppress themselves.

After entering the grassland, Cons and his group rushed for three days, they finally stopped to rest and started to appreciate the scenery of the grassland.

Along the way, I didn’t know whether it was because the grassland was vast and sparsely populated or the luck was good, but I never encountered a dangerous creature like a wild wolf who saw such a large number of people and escaped early.

Of course, Cons and the others would not take it lightly. The scouts sent out from all directions. The farthest reconnaissance range during the day is limited to ten kilometers, and at night it is limited to two kilometers. There is nothing to do about this. If you run too far, you will be afraid of not being able to come back, and if you are too close, it is useless.

On this flat grassland, you can easily see a situation one kilometer away. You should know that the team of nearly a hundred carriages and thousands of war horses is very conspicuous.

After entering the grassland, Cons was relaxed and happy. It was an inexplicable feeling, which made people's mind wider. Although the starry sky could give him the same feeling, the starry sky was too far away and the grassland was so close, which was completely a wonderful feeling.

However, Cons didn't enjoy this feeling for a long time. Oak, who had completely sorted out the victory, came to report to Cons.

"Sir, a total of 2,622 war horses were seized in the last battle, including 581 dead horses and 345 injured horses. The rest were all intact war horses. The dead horses and the waste horses had been sorted into bacon by the logistics soldiers.

"The cavalry squadron originally wanted to equip each of them with three war horses, but considering that the servants were excellent cavalry and other infantry squadrons could also become cavalrymen, so the subordinates only promised them to ride on each of them, so that we would only have a dozen empty horses left."

Oak was wearing a nomad costume, and Cons and others were like this. Wearing imperial uniforms in the prairie was like seeking death. They are now disguised as merchants.

Cons nodded, and the people from the cavalry squadron even made trouble for the equip of the double cavalry.

It’s not their fault. The imperial cavalry has only one mount, while those nomadic cavalry have at least two mounts, and there are three or four mounts. Once you compare, you will feel that the imperial cavalry is pitiful to death.

I originally wanted to have three or four cavalry to have fun, but I didn't expect that there was no enough division. It would be fine if the servants and two cavalry were not there. At least they were all excellent cavalry, but why do other infantry have to have one cavalry to travel? They are infantry!

Of course, the cavalry squadron did not dare to rebel, they just complained. After all, Cons controlled five personal guards, twenty-five soldiers, more than 800 servants and four half-disabled squadrons, and the cavalry squadron, the 125 people were not qualified to compete with Cons.

"Seither four hundred and fifty-six sabers, 1,211 bows, and 300 arrows. We have picked out the equipment that can still be used for the servants, and the rest are handed over to the logistics soldiers for repair." Oak said.

"Is there enough food?" Cons asked.

"The food we brought is enough for two or three years to eat, and it is very sufficient. However, now there are many servants of bows and cavalry, so the arrows are not enough. On average, each person can reach up to four pots of eighty arrows.

"Metal weapons are almost impossible to obtain on the grassland. Once you use up the arrows, you can only fight in close combat. It will be very dangerous to encounter the Madonna soldiers." Oak looked worried.

Losing distant weapons on the grassland is like killing death. The Muqi soldiers can kill all of them without getting close to them.

Cons thought for a moment.

"Can you melt the captured saber and forge the chain into arrows?"

Oak smiled bitterly and shook his head, "The logistics soldiers of the brigade can only polish, assemble, and repair these simple tasks, and they can't do blacksmith's job. Even if they can, our brigade doesn't have blacksmith's tools."

Cons was speechless, while Xiang Wen took it for granted, "There should be blacksmiths in the herds and flag settlement on this grassland? We can find a place with few people to get the blacksmiths, so why not just take the blacksmiths?"

Oak shook his head again: "Don't forget, now the Feimu Banner Alliance has brought a million troops to attack the empire. The consumption of weapons is very terrifying. The blacksmiths on the entire prairie may be with them."

"It shouldn't be possible to take all the tools away, right? Why do you leave one or two pieces? Just grab those tools?"

"The Feimu Banner Alliance is in poverty, and blacksmiths are very precious. Will blacksmiths' eating tools be thrown in the gathering place? Of course I will carry them with me."
Chapter completed!