.Forty-nine, the extremely seventeenth extremely visitor. At this moment, Fu Quanzi and Thunder Quanzi, the pair of living treasure brothers, and the last cultivators of Taiwan Yushanmen, under their command, were staying in this wartime imperial capital for more than a month in order to obtain the Miser energy core that could replace the spiritual veins.

In the autumn one year ago, in the war of interference that subverted the Jin Dynasty of the Xianglong Empire, in order to buy these powerful Eastern cultivators, Feili and Taylor signed a contract to promise to give his mentor Rebeca, the Siren Aerial City assigned to the Siren Aerial Empire according to their identity level, in fact, there is only a Miser energy nuclear reactor equipped with the joint meeting of the Great Arcane. The main body of the floating city that needs to be built at its own expense has not yet started construction. It has been handed over to the monks of Yushanmen for a long time to replace the already exhausted and collapsed Eastern spiritual veins and assist him in practicing and becoming an immortal.

Since the Longkong Mountain Battle that destroyed the cultivation world three years ago and the spiritual veins in Shenzhou were broken, the last small group of monks who were still breathing in the Yushan Gate in Taiwan, the most eager thing in their hearts is to obtain a better spiritual vein to assist themselves in their own cultivation.

But the problem is that the catastrophe caused by the Battle of Longkong Mountain to the Eastern Spirit Veins is too tragic. These tiny and disordered spiritual veins on Yushan, Taiwan Island are already the only surviving objects in the entire China, and no more spiritual veins have survived.

In the past three years, these remaining monks have already traveled thousands of mountains and rivers and explored almost every corner of the Central Plains. Unfortunately, they have gained nothing so far and have reached the brink of despair... Therefore, after learning that there is hope of continuing to practice immortality, these cultivators are irreplaceable. Not only did they decisively abandon the Great Jin court, but they also excitedly boarded the boat and ran to the Feren continent before the war ended.

Unfortunately, when they actually arrived at the city of Nasèrel, the Taoist priests found disappointed that the country was also in civil war and division, and the order of the imperial capital political and political institutions was in chaos. The Miser nuclear reactor hanging under Rebecca's name was thrown to somewhere in the turmoil. These unfamiliar cultivators, who were walking around in the imperial capital with the introduction letters of Feili and Rebecca, were just unable to do anything and were almost arrested by the Southern Army as a spy in the Northern Army.

The unprecedented reward for turning against him at the forefront turned into a blank check. The poor monks at Yushan Gate couldn't afford to hurt the glass heart!

Fortunately, although the imperial capital is in "Extraordinary State 1" and has left many great arcane masters who support the Northern Army, there are still many great arcane masters who continue to stay here, including researchers who are interested in Eastern cultivation techniques.

After receiving the news, many people invited them to visit their floating city and opened their own Miser energy nuclear energy routes, allowing these rare Eastern cultivators to perform Oriental Taoism and immortal arts. If they feel good, they will even give them the title of guest minister, allowing them to open a cave in their floating city to live in for long-term communication.

After a while, the originally close monks of Yushanmen slowly dispersed to find opportunities. Only twenty apprentices with low abilities, plus the two leaders of Tuoquanzi and Fuquanzi, were left. They were still stumbling around in the emperor, looking forward to one day being able to get the Misereni nuclear reactor belonging to Rebecca, and build the immortal palace based on this, thereby rebuilding the mountain gate in the West and establishing a sect again.

Therefore, before the Northern Army to which Feili belonged came in, they seemed to be able to continue to survive in the imperial capital.

However, the Naiserel imperial capital, which was in a harsh war period, did not seem to be a suitable place for foreign tourists to survive. The prices were high, and industry and commerce were almost shut down and taxes were no longer imported into the imperial capital, which made the service industry in this city also depressed.

Thousands of residents have no jobs, no income, and have no savings. They can only live like animals to avoid death.

Some people living in the suburbs have begun to collect dandelions, purple loliacea leaves, wild onions, forget-me-nots, wild lettuce, and wild grasses that have always been specially for animals, mixed in coarse grains to cook porridge. Many thin, haggard and old-fashioned women linger on the canal docks and near the vegetable market all day long. Once rotten fruits, vegetables, fish and shrimps are thrown out from the boat or car, they will pounce on them to compete with wild dogs. Some people who cannot afford rent and are homeless often squat back and forth near restaurants. When others are not paying attention, they lift the lid of the bucket and pick up bones and watermelon skins in the garbage dump to chew. Because there are too many maggots, they will close their eyes and lose their eyes.

Just as Tuoquanzi and Fu Quanzi were wandering around the street for a while, they saw a chef from a hotel with his own eyes put a bucket of rotten leftovers of vegetables in the alley outside the kitchen. He had just turned around and closed the door, and immediately a dozen people rushed out of the darkness to compete.

Facing such a scene of people's miserable life, Master Fu Quanzi sighed for a moment: "………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………

The current situation!" "...Senior brother is afraid he is criticized!" Tuoquanzi did not agree with this view very much. Although Naisèrel's current situation was moving, if you think about it, it is clear that the country's civil strife has reached this point, and you still don't forget to expand your territory in the East and make your country's prestige thousands of miles away. What kind of heroic spirit is this? It's simply claiming that a good man will not eat the family meal! It's better than those rats in the Central Plains who carry guns and only know how to beat their own people

The vassal state commander is strong!" When talking about this, Fu Quanzi stopped talking again. According to the latest news from the East, the Xianglong Empire...well, it is now the Xianglong Republic. The "Peaceful National Construction Conference" of various armed forces in China officially broke down and aborted in early summer this year. All warlords are ready to fight, and they are ready to see a war in the Central Plains with thousands of troops coming soon. Why are there civil wars everywhere these days?

"However, the scene in this capital is really miserable!" Looking at a homeless man who was snatching a dozen wild cats in the trash can, Thiequanzi also changed the subject. "... Prices soared, hunger was everywhere, people were living in poverty, and the country was broken. The national destiny of the country may not be exhausted, but the current ruling court is afraid that the rabbit's tail cannot grow!" Thiequanzi and Fu Quanzi, two Eastern cultivators, talked in their mother language on the streets, because it is estimated that one of the thousand people in "foreign countries" here may not be able to understand it, so even if there are spies (secret police) who are scouting the people's situation everywhere, they did not lower the volume. Especially the strong Taoist priest Thiequanzi, who rides a bear, was even more like a loud bell.

He spoke nonsense, as if he was afraid that others would not hear it.

However, what they never expected was that just above their heads, beside the window of the second floor of the hotel on the street, there would be a few boring big people who poked their heads out of the window of the private room and used the universal translation technique of "knowing language" to eavesdrop on their conversation.

"…The rabbit's tail cannot grow? Is this an interview from the East? Tsk tsk, it's really a bit! Alas, even the aliens in the Eastern Kingdoms who had just arrived in the imperial capital for a few days can see our decline!"

An old man in a high-end tuxedo sighed and moved back from the window, "……………, the national fortune seems to be irreversible!"

"...Mr. The two bold foreigners, despite the ban, actually talked about state affairs in the street without authorization. They seemed to be quite disrespectful to the government in their words. They were really hateful!

Should I notify the street detectives to interrogate and arrest them?" The old man's secretary immediately smiled and made a suggestion to cater to him, but the old man refused.

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Besides, now is not the time to worry about such trivial matters.1…

The current CEO of the Naserel Empire, His Excellency Barut Baeut from the Dominion of Sambiya, waved his hand tiredly and said impatiently, "... Hundreds of thousands of Northern Army are about to arrive, and rumors will inevitably fly everywhere at that time, and it will definitely not be blocked!" To be honest, he, the CEO of the Naserel Empire, is probably the most depressing lord of the People's Palace in history. Not only during the entire rule, the country was broken and the government orders were useless, but he was just a doll pushed by local warlords and noble lords. He had no foundation or connections. Every government order had to be asked for instructions and could not make any decisions.

What's even more sad is that even the warlords and nobles who were manipulating him behind him seemed very unfavorable in the current situation of movement. Now it has reached a point where the enemy has not yet launched an offensive.

At this moment, he was in the private room of the restaurant, secretly discussing the future and destiny of the Southern Army with the two most important supporters behind him, King Digrio, who was holding the title of deputy consul, and Speaker of the Dominant Lord of Sambiya.

"…Yes, the most important thing at the moment is how to resist the new round of invasion of the Northern Army. It must not be as chaotic as last time! 1…

A black-faced middle-aged man wearing a graceful and luxurious silk robe with a haggard expression raised his hand and waved a tiny gem wand, restoring the soundproof barrier and anti-reconnaissance barrier that covered the entire box, and said impatiently.

This Cormier King Digrio is the commander-in-chief of the Army in the Southern Army camp and controls most of the military power of the Southern Army.

He took over the throne from his brother a year ago through a bloody tragedy of the royal family.

According to the official statement, the cause of the whole incident was that at a party of the royal family members on a night, Prince Mir suddenly became crazy and from somewhere, he launched a magical automatic musket and killed his father, mother, all his adult brothers, as well as his wife and children who they brought to the meeting, as well as the prince's own wife and children, and the hall was covered with a thick layer of thick plasma. Finally, he committed suicide by drinking and drinking. Because the royal family was killed by the crazy prince, the throne of the Cormier Kingdom, or the Neseril Empire, could only be inherited by the king's brother Digrio, who did not attend the party that day.

In the official version of history, this day is called "Royal Bloody Night"

However, it is quite puzzled that, according to the official statement, during the more than an hour when the crazy prince fired guns and slaughtered his family's relatives, no guard in the palace tried to stop his atrocities. Among the victims of the superiors, there was no prince, princess or concubine who escaped from the palace, and seemed to be frightened to even hide or escape.

What is even more strange is that on the day of ascension, the new king Diglio ordered the arrest of all the original palace maids and guards, and executed them on the charge of ineffective protection of the palace, and closed the palace and moved to the royal manor to live on the grounds that it was very unlucky. In short, just like the consul Baruth who used force to dissolve the parliament and obstructed the general election and thus obtained illegal re-election, King Diglio was also an abnormal ruler in an extraordinary period.

But no matter what, King Diglio finally took the throne and controlled most of the Southern Army's troops. Although this army was pitiful in terms of scale and quality, it was completely unworthy of the title of "Central Government".

"………………………… At present, we have only four auxiliary legions that are seriously dissatisfied, with about 35,000 people. Even if all the militias in the territory are added, the total strength of mercenaries and noble si soldiers is not more than 80,000. And we can no longer continue to recruit, because if there are many soldiers, the finances will collapse.

In fact, even the 80,000 soldiers are no longer able to afford to support them. After the Woking Church, which controls world finance, becomes an enemy, we have no way to raise a gold coin for military expenses by any means such as bonds and loans!"

King Diglio flipped a document in his hand and made a black face to state this to CEO Barutter.

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A force of this size can be fought with two regular empires at most, but the Northern Army has nine legions! The maximum force they can mobilize is more than 10,000!" The consul Barut reached out to take the document and browsed it in a glance, and soon spoke on the interface and listed a large number of data smoothly. Then he frowned, even if he was not a professional soldier, he could easily see that the battle was incredible. "The Yankees' combat force is twelve times that of our arsenal, the arsenal's production capacity is thirty times that of our military expenditure, and the military expenditure is more than ten times more abundant than ours. In terms of public support, they support them one-sidedly, and they can't fight this war at all!" He threw the documents heavily on the table and made a desperate conclusion dejectedly.

Faced with the full-scale attack that the Northern Army was about to launch again, the Southern Army had no resistance at all.

Although this conclusion is frustrating, it is a harsh fact that must be faced.

You know, without the Southern Army of the Woking Church, putting it in another world would be equivalent to digging out the Russian Soviet Union. It was a foregone conclusion. So, as early as the Civil War broke out and the Woking Church turned against each other, the South was doomed to fail.

Judging from the map alone, only the Southern Army, which had two stable bases in Cormier and Sambia, could not fight against the Northern Army, which had half the continent. Without the wealth of the Woking Church, the Southern Army could not even raise the minimum combat funds.

Everyone who discussed here knew that these few people were short of money, soldiers, and land, and could not get the pitiful force of the people. The reason why they could still hold the confrontation between the north and the south until now is that although the Woking Church and the Mistera Church have formed an alliance on the surface, they are still fighting for dominance behind them, and they need the "common enemy" of the Southern Army as bargaining chips.
Chapter completed!