One Hundred and Twenty-Four, the Return of the Successful Abundance (Part 2) (First Chapter of the Volume)

Therefore, when the decaying Empire State Building collapses on its own, facing this power vacuum and disorderly disorderly situation, no one has the overwhelming name and strength to be able to conquer the place across the country, let alone take over the authority and heritage of the old empire and issue orders for the emperor - not to mention establishing a highly centralized central government and making princes everywhere give up their territory, financial power and military power. Even if it is to establish a federal or even a confederate with a loose power structure, it is probably an extremely difficult thing.

For this huge ancient Eastern country, it is now such a time full of sacredness: the building is about to collapse, but there is no pillar of the sky; the sea is flowing, but it is difficult to find the mainstay. Everyone can only continue to struggle in the tide of turmoil, performing scenes of ugly dramas, farces and tragedies. Most of the real patriots have died with their ideals, while those "long-distance families" who only say but do not do have jumped out in a noble way, and together with those warlords and vassals representing the old forces, they make a grand debut on the historical stage, performing the ugly drama of fighting for power and profit.

And the ultimate price of this Game of Thrones is bound to put the entire country in continuous unrest and division from then on...

"... According to my speculation, even if they can reach a consensus in the end, they will have a relatively satisfactory ending. But in essence, it is just a post-war sharing meeting that can be used to maintain a short period of peace, and a temporary armistice agreement that will be torn apart in a short time."

Feri Taylor, who had already felt crazy enough, grabbed the clothes hanging on the back of the chair, got up and walked off the emperor's throne, and said to the female vampire professor Rebecca while wearing them, "... Nowadays, the governors, guards, and patrol envoys in various provinces are expected to take several months to one or two years to form cliques, find allies, establish camps, and raise funds, food and arms, recruit warriors to join the army, and prepare for the war. Then launch a vigorous and comprehensive melee to compete for the winners of this stage.

Then, the winners divide the feast, while ambitiously planning a bigger goal; the loser licked his wounds and vowed to make a comeback with hatred. When the preparations were over, the next round of melee would break out again... This goes on and on, until a guy with strong enough strength appeared, and he could destroy the heroes one after another with his troops and restore the country to unite..."

"... Then, do you think our new friend, the elector of the goddess Mazu in Donghai, and now the governor of Zhejiang, Ms. Li Huamei, may become the one who ends the turmoil, crushes the heroes, and finally ascends the throne of the winner?"

Rebeca also stood up from the throne, lazily put on a robe, and asked while yawning.

"...This, based on her usual style, is probably quite lingering, and even if she is lucky enough to win the final victory, she would probably no longer be her now..."

Feili is not optimistic about whether Admiral Li Huamei can stop the arrival of this dark age by herself or end the disaster as soon as possible - yes, she is indeed highly respected now, with a high status, a noble reputation, full of idealism, and even the vigorous vitality of romanticism, and is determined to save the country and the people, and restore the motherland to its former glory and glory.

But in the turbulent and chaotic times where the jungle laws are rampant, for anyone who is determined to compete for the world, all ideals, morals, and ambitions must give way to survival and self-protection. Without money, guns, and territory, everything is empty talk.

——Indeed, ideals can be discussed or done, but you have to save your territory first.

Faced with the cruel and cold reality, the little bit of beautiful ideal in my heart is actually very fragile. Even the open and upright hero, after joining the warlord melee game, was unable to resist the teasing of fate, and could only fall into endless self-protection and invasion day after day. Thus, he gradually wiped out his lofty ambitions from the past, became worried about gains and losses, was petty, just live by, and lived a life of life. In order to protect his territory and strength, he did everything he could, and even trampled on all moral norms...

In the turbulent and war era, there is such a dirty and dirty colosseum. No one can think of going in and coming out cleanly.

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"...But no matter what Li Huamei's future will become, it has nothing to do with me now."

Feili sighed, put on his magic robe, hung up the general's sword, and then walked out of the empty golden hall, "...the luggage and spoils that should be packed have now been loaded with the Xiangrui. Most of the troops have also withdrawn from the city in advance, and we should also leave - looking at Admiral Li Huamei's appearance as poor and busy, I'm afraid there is no intention to hold a farewell party for us. Let's be more low-key, and move back to the captain's office of the Xiangrui today, and set off early tomorrow morning to return to Nagasaki."

"...Well, it seems that it is necessary for your plan to make some changes. My dear Xiao Feili Xiangrui floating battleship should indeed return, but it is not going to Nagasaki Port in the east, but returning to the empire's land west."

At this moment, Rebeca, who was still sitting on the emperor's throne, said abruptly.

Feili was stunned when she heard the sound. When she looked back, she found that Rebecca's delicate face, as delicate as mutton fat, had no blush that had just appeared, but had an unfathomable smile, and her eyes turned into brilliant gold, emitting an irresistible faint pressure.

——This arrogant and mysterious expression, such a domineering tone, is associated with her arrogant and pretentious style at the moment... After having several previous experiences, Feili, the candidate, understood in the blink of an eye what was going on.

"…I have seen your most faithful servant, Phili Taylor, and I say hello to you here."

He immediately turned around and knelt down on one knee, saluting respectfully to the magic goddess Mistera who was suddenly possessed by Rebeca, "...In addition, I don't know what you are doing here, so I would like to ask for instructions to relieve the confusion in Beizhi's heart..."

"...Of course I'm here to send you good news, my dear candidate."

Sitting upright on the solemn and sacred emperor throne, but half open his clothes, revealing a large area of ​​snow-white skin, the magic goddess smiled slightly when she heard this, and said to Feili, who was still in fear and fear: "...In view of your recent brilliant victory in this series of expeditions, you have been promoted. The new Imperial Marshal, the Commander-in-Chief of the Imperial Air Force, is your marshal's uniform, the officer's certificate and the marshal's rod were just completed yesterday."

Then, she pointed and flicked her fingers into the void, and a cloth bag and a box appeared quietly. Then, it slowly fell down as if it was pulled by an invisible hand, and finally it was steadily placed at Feili's feet.

...Well, this... it was actually the magic goddess who came to deliver mail bags to herself, which is really flattering

Looking down at the canvas bag used to pack the marshal's uniform on the smooth floor in front of him, as well as the gold-patterned walnut box that holds the officer's certificate and the marshal's staff. His mind was still in chaos for this great news, and he couldn't help but express the above feelings deep in his heart.

And in the throne above the Danban, the Smiling Goddess of Magic continued to say compliments.

"... Through these two recent conquest wars and some propaganda and stimulation from the Northern Alliance, your reputation for ever-winning has spread throughout the empire. Major newspapers and magazines have published the legendary merits of you hanging the military talismans of the Five Kingdoms, conquering the two powerful countries in the East, and even killing a Emperor... Well, there is another emperor now, and the joint meeting of the Empire Parliament and the Great Arcane Master are discussing the lifelong honor and honor of "Karatu Conqueror" or "Oriental Conqueror"...

Therefore, I order you to take the Giant Bear Legion and the Xiangrui floating battleship, as well as all the elite soldiers and generals you can choose from, plus all the combat materials you can use, to take the shortest route over the endless wilderness, and return to the imperial capital as soon as possible to take office."

Well, the reputation of this war hero is indeed very useful. Because this means that after returning to the country, there will probably be no danger of rising and falling openly or even being left behind. Instead, it should be able to maintain real power. At least the giant bear army in his hands will never be taken away...

For a moment, Ferie Taylor really felt a wonderful feeling of "happiness is knocking on the door".

——No matter what era or country, as long as it is not the collapse of the central government or the chaos of local separatism, officials from other provinces always yearn for the development of the capital, let alone colonial officials who are lonely overseas——It is too far away from the core of power.

Of course, Feili still felt a little blushed when it comes to praises that are too exaggerated and even fake.

"... Conqueror of Karatu Continent? Such a title is a bit too exaggerated. I did not open up more colonies for the empire, nor did I turn the Xianglong Empire into our vassal - the Far East island country Kuzakra, who was already a vassal of our country more than 20 years ago. I just suppressed the xenophobic turmoil in this island country. At most, it can only be said that it was a coincidence and a person would succeed."

He scratched his hair with some embarrassment and said with a smile, "... Also, if I return to China and become the Air Marshal, who should take over and manage this series of newly settled Far East colonies and troops?"

"...Oh, you little guy is really too modest. You know, in some special circumstances, excessive modesty is not a virtue... As for the person who takes over the military and political power of the Far East after you return to China to serve as the commander-in-chief of the Air Force...?"
Chapter completed!