.Eighty-three, The Rest of the Wasteland Life (Part 2)

Eighty-three, The Rest of the Wasteland (Part 2)

At this catastrophe when the empire was destroyed and civilization collapsed, I was thinking about the issue of promotion and power acquisition?

Well, although promotion is a common experience or inevitable process that winners in life have when they are on their own, how can they always make people feel very, very embarrassing and magnanimous?

Marshal Fili Taylor immediately expressed his 120,000 understanding of this heartless and ridiculous act.

"...You are surprised by this? No, it is not worth being surprised at all because the law stipulates it."

Commander of the Third Corps of the Nairrel Empire, the old dwarf "Bone Master" said in a muffled voice: "... According to the constitution of the Nairrel Empire, which is guaranteed by the gods, if the chief consul of the empire is assassinated or an accident occurs in office, which makes it impossible for him to perform his duties, the Minister of Finance and the Second Chief Consul will take over according to law. If the Minister of Finance also has an accident, the Minister of the Army and the Third Consul will take over, and then arrange it one by one in the order of foreign ministers, naval ministers and the Executive Ministers, and so on..."

"...But now, the entire cabinet membership may have been collectively destroyed, and only you, the Air Force Minister who was not present, survived." General Vladimir Quelsa, commander of the 12th Legion, took over the conversation, "...No matter what order is in, your last cabinet minister, should reasonably and legally bear the responsibilities of the Imperial Chief Consul."

Having said that, Feili was not happy about the sudden short title, but just blew up: "...Nesèrel Empire itself has been destroyed, what is the meaning of the title of CEO? The so-called constitution will only take effect when it has enough strength... I wonder what the two generals have next? Are they going to return to their original resident? In that case, I won't send it to you."

Return to the station? Is our stations all on the Sword Coast thousands of miles away from the west?

At present, there is almost nothing left except clothes and weapons in their hands. There is neither money nor food. Moreover, what is the situation along the way? Whether it can collect supplies is unimaginable... The two legion commanders originally thought that they were giving Feili a meaningless high hat, and then using this as an excuse to fool and squeeze Feili. Taylor, a "rich man" who seems to have some supplies, performed the functions of the central government and gave them some urgently needed food and fodder. As for the next step, it is time to find an excuse such as "pacifying the place" to escape, find a way to return to the old territory that has been operated for a long time and has a deep foundation, or seize a new territory, and use the military power at hand to seize one side and enjoy the pleasure of becoming a local emperor.

Uh? What should Lord Fili Taylor, the acting chief consul who was thrown in the imperial capital? At that time, he had already had soldiers, food and territory. Who would still bird him? Let this guy stay on a scorched earth ruin and give orders to the air

The only problem is that the sucker Feili, whom they booked, seems not so easy to cheat.

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As Feiri said, imperial law is one thing, and actual situation is another.

In fact, after so many floating cities and the central institutions of the entire empire turned into ashes in the earth-shaking explosion, no matter who could understand that the Nairer Empire, which had just appeared in a unified dawn, would immediately fall apart and fall into a full-scale world. For local powerful people who control the army or money, this is both a challenge and an opportunity. If they succeed, they will create a state, and if they fail, they will die without a burial place.

Obviously, anyone with soldiers will want to fight in this world.

However, ideals are full and reality is skinny.

Just as the two of them were alive after the disaster, they had just begun to develop their own ambitions. The first one was determined not to be up to the Tao, and they were immediately given a bāng, which was like a basin of ice water pouring on their Tianling cover in the winter. For a moment, they were so depressed that they could not be depressed anymore.

But this is also helpless - without Feili's rescue, they can't even survive. What capital can they say to speak harshly? Uh? Do you want to use force? Not to mention that the remaining soldiers of the two legions are not as many as the Giant Bear Legion, and the ordnance bullets are completely lost. Even if they are full, they are not confident that they can defeat a voter, a legendary arcane and a floating battleship.

So, seeing that Feiri Taylor, who was a slippery man, refused to take the trap, "Bone Master" and General Vladimir Quelsa were so angry that they grind their teeth for a while, they could only give up their unrealistic delusions and honestly bowed their heads and admit defeat.

"...Marson Marshal doesn't have to be humble. Now you are in charge of the overall situation, which is a reasonable and legal matter. Our troops are incomplete and we are really unable to bear the battle again. We are willing to accept your reorganization and you will be commanded and led by you..."

After hesitating for a long time, whether it was the croaking stomach or the scorching wound, they were reminding them not to think about it. So the two commanders of the Third Legion "Bone" and the Twelfth Legion "Phantom" had to grit their teeth and throw out their only capital while it had not depreciated.

"... Very good. Since the two generals are so sensible, I am not very pleased. It seems that although the position of this CEO is in name but not real, I can still serve. Just in case, please leave a word to account..."

Marshal Feri Taylor smiled and gave a look at Rebecca. The latter made a roll of parchment paper for making high-level magic scrolls from the space ring, quickly wrote a few lines of handwriting, and then turned to the two generals. The dark green handwriting and huā pattern flashed with colorful magical auras - it was obvious that this was a magic contract that would be subject to a strong curse as long as the contract was breached, and it was even directly targeted at the signer's soul...

The two down-and-out legion commanders changed their eyes to each other, smiled bitterly, and had to sign their names on it. At this point, Feili Taylor successfully incorporated the last remnants of the main force of the Northern Army, and his military strength has taken another step forward in this disaster.

After a preliminary inventory, the original 30,000 troops of these two regular field legions were still about 11,000, including 7,000 people, the Third Legion, mainly gray dwarves, and only 4,000 left in the 12th Legion. All the baggage, supplies, mounts, bullets, artillery and iron golems were lost. Many soldiers were bare-handed and even bayonets and daggers were missing. Even the commander of the 12th Legion General Vladimir Quelsa also lost his pistol and sword in panic, and only had time to grab a engineer shovel...

However, on the wasteland after the Doomsday Catastrophe, the population itself is the greatest wealth - as long as it can be raised.

What's more, he had a vague premonition that the degree of destruction of this catastrophe was not as serious as Mentor Rebecca speculated. There should be many intact areas within the vast territory of the empire, and the value of the title of "Agent Chief Consul" did not fall to the level of being worthless as imagined... Even if it really didn't work, he could still use these troops to rush south to seize the territory of the Southern Army - these traitors would never razed their homeland to the ground, unless the Dragon Witch Sect and Samust cheated them again this time...

Well, even if the Dragon Witch Cult and Samust cheated the Southern Army this time, the entire Feren continent turned into a purgatory in dire straits. Then, if you don’t stay here, you will have a stay. Whether you are taking this army to the hometown of the Giant Bear Legion, the Thirteen State Colony of the New Naserel, or searching across the ocean and returning to the Far East, it should be not difficult to find a territory to settle down.

An army occupied a strange territory and then established a country... This common process in the dark age of the Middle Ages, even if it is put to the present, even if the procedures are more troublesome, it can still be barely universal.

However, just as Feili was optimistic about planning the future on a piece of wasteland, she never expected that the enemy that the Giant Bear Legion, who was originally ordered to monitor, was also safe and sounded the horn of the attack...

——The next moment, a raven demon who was croaking and screaming sent him a cry of urgent request for help.

"...What? King Cormier seems to have a strange movement. Ten thousand Tukan cavalry are coming. The camp on the banks of the shadow sea was first hit by an earthquake and then tsunami. It was killed and injured, all the weapons were lost, and it was powerless to resist... Oh my God, why did I forget this?"

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The scorching afternoon sun shines on the vast Gobi desert, evaporating a fickle water vapor, which also makes the horizon in the distance seem to turn into a river that keeps moving.

Lieutenant General Heijima Ren, standing at the top of a sand dune, looked at his subordinates who were being slashed by Tukan cavalry in front of him.

Behind him, the original location of the lake, there is no more lake water now, only a pile of black mud is left, which emits a suffocating smell under the scorching sun.

——First, a violent earthquake, and then a violent tsunami followed one after another, attacking the military camp located on the banks of the Ghost Shadow Sea.

The 12,000 new Eastern recruits who were assigned to camp and strengthen training here were killed and injured in a timely manner.

——The five thousand soldiers under the command of the veteran General Yang Xien live in the Central Plains Celestial Empire with good weather. They obviously have no experience in dealing with severe disasters such as earthquakes and tsunamis. During the earthquake, many people were foolishly pressed under the falling palm trees, and then swept away by the surging lànghuā. Some even stupid people actually jumped into the lake water or ran to the small boat tied by the lake... The outcome is naturally self-evident.

For the làng warriors living in the Japanese archipelago, earthquakes, typhoons and tsunamis are common, some of the island countries' response experiences cannot be applied directly to the desert. They were still taking a nap the moment before, and they didn't even bother to wear clothes. They just wrapped themselves in a loincloth and ran barefoot to the center of the wilderness, thinking that they had finally escaped. Unexpectedly, the originally solid sand under their feet was tossed into quicksand by the earthquake, which made these unlucky guys run and then slashed and disappeared under the sand little by little...

Because he did not get any warning, after the double baptism of the earthquake and the tsunami, only less than one-third of the new recruits and more than two thousand veterans serving as instructors were left, including many seriously injured people lying on the ground and humming. Lieutenant General Heijima Ren was about to clean up the mess, but at this time, tens of thousands of Tukan barbarian cavalry across the front rushed over with a fierce sabre.

——Under this long-planned attack, the new recruits of the Giant Bear Legion, who had already become refugees in the catastrophe, had completely lost their combat effectiveness. The officers and soldiers could not find their superiors, the entire military command system was completely collapsed, and everyone was helpless and could only care about themselves. Most of the armed bullets were thrown to the point where they were thrown, and for a moment they could only let them slaughter.

Fortunately, this sudden catastrophe also caused a lot of trouble for the Tukan people. Along the way forward, careless knights kept sinking into quicksand, and were swallowed by the desert with people and horses. The recruits who scattered ducks ran around like headless flies, which also caused a lot of trouble for the Tukan cavalry to chase them. Some of the unstable sands could barely run away, but could not bear the weight of the horses.

But even so, it still cannot change the miserable fate of many unarmed recruits being massacred like lambs.

——The army itself is not superior, the quality is extremely bad, and most of the weapons were lost in the disaster. Even the teams were scattered all over the ground like pepper, and there was no time to gather... What else can be done besides being massacred?

Hei Dao Ren and Yang Xien led a small team of jing guards to fight and retreat, and chose a relatively steep dune to defend the death, defeating the Tukan cavalry again and again. However, as time went by, more and more Tukan cavalry were besieging, and the situation became increasingly unfair.

“@#”

A shaman with oil paint on his face rushed to the bottom of the dune under the protection of the guards, and chanted a spell that he could not understand through the layers of human corpses. Then, a dark red beam of light burst out from the shaman's hand. In the blink of an eye, a huge fireball formed, bursting towards Heijima Ren standing at the top of the dune.

"Look down"

The veteran General Yang Xien, who had been on guard for a long time, roared, leaned over and rushed, and pushed Hei Dao Ren, who was still stunned, to the sand. But a piece of blue smoke appeared in his head, and a few strands of white hair were burned by the high temperature of the fireball, turning into a bunch of ashes floating high.

The next moment, a powerful fireball hit Yang Xien's head and exploded on a clearing ground in the middle of the sand dune. The hot air immediately burst out from the landing point of the fireball and spread to the surroundings. The soldiers standing nearby forced the soldiers instinctively retreated.

However, the unlucky guy who was the first to be attacked had no chance to avoid it. Before he could protect his head and face with his arms, he was attacked by heat and flames. Not only his hair, but even his eyebrows, eyelashes and beard were burned to ashes by the high temperature. His entire upper body seemed to be soaked in boiling water, which made him scream like a pig for a moment, and the others felt even more worried.

"...Bao, don't panic. If you try hard to resist, it will be all done."

Kuroshima Ren struggled to get out of the sand, spitting out a few sips of the saliva of the sand, and shouting in a hoarse voice.

Then, he looked back at the landing of the big fireball and was shocked - a charred sand pit with a radius of more than ten feet was filled with smoke, and a thin piece of glass was condensed on the surface, shining brightly in the sunlight.

If this guy really beats him up, I'm afraid no matter how thick the armor he wears, he will burn it to a candle.

Kuroshima Hitoshi's cracked mouth chun, turned around and pulled out the falling short-range communication crystal ball from the sand, and shouted at the top of his lungs:

"... Call the Silver Trojans, call the Silver Trojans, our army's battle situation is critical, we ask for artillery fire to support our army's battle situation is critical, we ask for artillery fire to support Angela's Great Arcanist, why haven't you driven the warship over?" He scolded with a slight angrily.

"...Damn little guy, shut up on me. I have only taken over this broken ship for less than an hour. It is already difficult to make it fly. How can I play so quickly?"

On the other end of the short-range communication crystal ball, the big brown-skinned and almost all-luo-luo-skinned archangelist, Angela NV Sir, the former director of the Thunder Cliff Jing Asylum, seemed to be in a mess at this time, so he even swears: "... the safety device is loosened, the speed reduction valve is closed, the booster pump is started, and the flow meter is adjusted to... uh? Where is the flow meter placed? Hell, it's only three hundred years later, why is the Mither's current style completely different from the style I had at that time?"

She held a thick stack of oil-filled instructions and searched around and kept trying to find the Miser energy to nuclear power and start the ** engine, but it seemed that she was a mistake in her busy schedule, but she couldn't find any idea.

——As a resident who has been living in Thunder Cliff for nearly a century, and an expert in studying "pink spells" and charm, Angela's great arcane is obviously not very good at doing new alchemy machinery. In addition, she had just entered the engine compartment of the Silver Trojan Horse for only an hour, and she didn't have time to understand the structure inside. Only if she could start it smoothly would there be a ghost.

The position of the Silver Trojan Horse is floating at this moment in the sky deep in the Sea of ​​Shadows. It is too far from the battlefield and exceeds the limit of the main gun... Therefore, as long as the Angela Arcanist cannot make the ship move, the artillery soldiers who are already ready can't imagine it.

After trying to start a miniature magic array etched on the ** engine, but almost burned into a burning pig by high temperature steam, Angela's great arcane finally dropped the manual hatefully, gave up the effort to start the battleship, and grabbed the communication crystal ball and yelled:
Chapter completed!