On all battlefields, the Southern Army had almost no chance of winning.

The situation in the Army is so unbearable, and the situation in the Navy fleet is even worse.

The Southern Army had no ports or bases outside the sea, but maintained a fleet in the closed sea of ​​fallen stars, controlled by the Dominion of Sambi. Judging from the number of ships, it seemed to have a slight advantage over the North Army's fallen stars, which was also one of the few places in the South Army where the Southern Army could gain the upper hand.

However, after three years of financial crisis, the current situation of this fleet seems to be quite poor.

"……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… Since the initial port base was controlled by the Northern Army, our fleet had to build a new military port. However, due to the lack of funds, the military port still stayed on the drawings. The fort, dock and lighthouse have not started construction so far. All warships could only continue to lie in the commercial port of Selgaunt (an important commercial port in Sambia).” Graf, the part-time naval commander-in-chief of the Southern Army and the Speaker of the Dominant of Sambia, said with a bitter face, "…Since the beginning of this spring, the fleet has not paid any salary for seven consecutive months, and the skilled sailors and captains have almost all ran away. Many warships have been leaking due to long-term disrepair and are too leaky to move.

Nowadays, the people who operate warships are a bunch of novices. These days, they have been asking me to change the fleet, saying that the water in Selgonte Port is too deep and very dangerous. Once it is attacked by enemy ships in the port, it will be bad, so they need to find a Repulse Bay to station." The consul of Barut also came from the Dominion of Sambia, which has developed maritime trade, and has a little knowledge of navigation, so they were wondering for a while. "Since the people who are steering and sailing are all novices, what's wrong with the water in the port being too deep? It's just convenient for them to unfold.

Daily training so that they would not get stuck or stranded when they make mistakes in the boat. It should be safer." As a result, Speaker Graf gave him an inexplicable explanation: "It is safe for the boat, but it is dangerous for people! The water level of the harbor in Selgant City is deep, and the ship is indeed not easy to strand, but the problem is that the sailors on our boat basically do not swim. Once the warship is sunk, they will definitely be drowned in the deep water area! So they strongly demand that the fleet change to a recessed bay."

So, this made the consul Barut even more puzzled: "Since you are a sailor, why can't you even swim?" Then, he got a ridiculous reply from the part-time naval commander Speaker Graf, who could make anyone beat: "... Due to financial tension, we want to save as much as possible, so the new sailors are beggars and refugees tied up from the street, and they have no experience in sailing. Many people have never seen the only advantage that they don't have to pay a salary, just take care of their food.

Moreover, people have escaped every day these days, and we are too busy catching deserters, so we have no time to train them to swim...,……”

Hearing this, the spirit-destroying consul Barut finally couldn't help rolling his eyes again... Well, before going to sea, I was thinking about what to do after the ship was sunk... How should such a scam fleet be pulled out to fight?

Next, the two commanders-in-chiefs in the Navy and Army reported bad news from their side and presided over the secret meeting. Naturally, the Consul Barut, who presided over the secret meeting, was not to be outdone and also threw out a rather shocking bad news.

"…According to a public notice to be issued tomorrow, the Church of Tyr, the God of Justice, will withdraw from our camp, because His Highness Tyr, who represents the law, cannot accept that we violate the imperial constitution, dissolve the parliament to undermine the imperial legal system, and brazenly carry out illegal dictatorship." In the world of Torrell, gods are half-personal and half-laws, so even if they are strong, they cannot do what they do, they must strictly follow their respective priestly rules and cannot easily violate them.

For example, the magic goddess Mistera, who is the incarnation of the magic network, cannot destroy the magic network, nor can he forbid the hostile mages to use the magic network, because the promotion and application of the magic network are the source of her power. Destruction of the magic network operation and hindering the increase in the number of users of the magic network is equivalent to suicide for the magic goddess.

Similarly, Tyr, who contains the "law" in the clergy, cannot tolerate church members' large-scale violations of the law, and cannot take the initiative to destroy the sacred xing of the law, otherwise it would also be a suicide, or at least it would be an active abandonment of the "law" priest. Where in this world is the reason why the god of law wants to trample on the law?

If a judge commits a crime, he will no longer be the embodiment of justice, fairness and law in the eyes of the world, but a criminal who needs to be judged.

Once you reach the level of gods, you can no longer play the tricks of the official bandits.

Of course, there are not no solutions. A law can have many explanations, and a term can also be understood from many angles. These strategies that take advantage of legal loopholes are the basic skills of lawyers. It is impossible for the Tyr Church, which focuses on law as its main business, to understand it.

However, the Tyr Church today really doesn't want to hang out with the prospectless Southern Army.

During the years when the Neseril Empire confronted north and south, the Tyr Church, which joined the Southern Army camp, sent paladins again and again to help the Southern Army suppress citizens' protests, causing countless bloody conflicts and tragic scenes. However, in addition to the heavy losses in image propaganda, the Tyr Church, which claimed to be just, basically gained nothing from it. On the contrary, because the methods were too cruel, not only did many shallow believers and pan-believers change their families in extreme disappointment, but also caused Tyr's image of justice and light to be on the verge of bankruptcy, and was about to be transferred to the "God of Hypocrites," now!

Apart from a few old gods from the ancient times, they can have a little freedom, most of the gods in the Feren continent today are seriously restricted by mortal believers.

If everyone thinks that a god is a demon, this god will really fall into a demon in an instant!

It is very sad that the public opinion position of the Naiserel Empire was always in the hands of the wealthy Northern Army camp. Under the slander of the Woking Church and the Mistera Church, the three gods, Tyr, Losandar and Ogma, who were standing in the Southern Army camp, were all deeply harmed.

Among these three, the candle castle base of the God of Knowledge Ogma was deeply trapped in the heart of the Northern Army, and once a war started, it would be destroyed. Therefore, when the church of the God of Knowledge Ogma was previously forced to withdraw from the Southern Army and declared to remain neutral in the civil war.

And now, even the Tyr Church, which has always been stubborn, has retreated under the threat of being disgraced. Only the church of the Lord of the Dawn, Luosanda, is still holding on. It seems that the broken ship of the Southern Army is really bright...

It seemed that everyone here was not depressed enough. The consul Jilut pondered for a moment and threw out another even more terrifying bad news.

"…The attitude of the Joint Conference of the Great Arcanist has now clearly supported the Northern Army." He coughed and said with a grimace. "Because we stopped issuing veteran allowances and research funds for three consecutive years, almost all the Great Arcanist have stood on the other side of the Northern Army... The reason why they have not joined forces to drive us out of the imperial capital is just because they are too troublesome to take action. It is better to have less trouble than more!"

Although everyone had already predicted the bad news above, when this day really came, it still made people feel despair.

Under the blow of one desperate news after another, the big shots who chose this high-end hotel to hold a secret meeting were basically numb and could not say a word for a long time.

Looking at the stunned King Diglio and Speaker Graf, Consul Barut sighed and began to look at the other guests in the hotel through the inner window of the box. Judging from the expression and body shape, these guys wearing night dresses, big belly and arrogant expression seemed to be mostly government officials: As the capital of the empire, in this city, there are the most people eating public meals in the country.

Even the war and depression that made the people miserable cannot change the style of these bureaucrats at all. They still work and are overly tempted, drink too much wine every day, suck excessive cigarettes, usually hold a briefcase under their arms, walk like ducks, raise their throats and roar and debate like bulls at work, and formulate one wartime bill after another. The main force of the Southern Army stationed in the outskirts of the capital often fails to get military pay for several consecutive months, but a large number of idle people are supported in the new wartime institutions that appear like mushrooms after a rain in the city.

Although the Ministry of Finance often suspends the salary of civil servants, it cannot stop them from being able to use the name of war to bypass all legal constraints, feed on all kinds of legal constraints, and even make these guys even more searching for them. He has to impose heavy taxes on candy, tea, paper, alcohol and grain entering the imperial market. The allocation to the army is arrears and deductions, and various cumbersome approval procedures are formulated. In addition to making the lives of urban residents more and more difficult, front-line soldiers have nothing to do, and even having enough food becomes a luxury, it has no effect.

The consul Barutter knew very well that with the continuous increase in taxation, the continuous rise in prices, and the long-term peace, all of this would make the people's resentment expand. Although they could use iron-blooded means to suppress for a while, they would eventually turn into huge waves that would destroy everything!

Of course, this is just a problem that big men need to worry about. The officials below who took advantage of the war period have probably already been launched with the Northern Army. Within the central government of the Empire, those who can follow the Southern Army and other separatists to participate in the subversion of the motherland will basically not have any noble morals, and there is absolutely no virtue such as loyalty and integrity.

So, at this moment, the Northern Army has already gained the upper hand in all areas—

military force,

Political laws, economic strength, high-end force, and public support ratings are all one-sided absolute advantages. And according to relevant information, the upper class of the Northern Army, in view of the last three-way attack, was determined to use a lion to fight against the rabbit to block all the possibility of failure!

Moreover, when the Northern Army had established a central government in the old capital Deepshui City, the great reputation of the imperial capital was almost lost.

Alas, despair, despair, either perverted in despair, or exploded in despair.

After hesitating and thinking for a long time, out of fear of being liquidated after losing power, the bosses of the Southern Army still planned to let go of another bet!

,………, you guys, it is now an extraordinary period of life and death! In order to avoid losing our careers in the middle, and to practice light and justice, sometimes Lou and others have to use some extraordinary means..." In this unbearable silence, a leader of the Paladin of the Lord of the Dawn, Luoshanda Church, who had been silent before, suddenly spoke, "Since we cannot win alone, why not try to win foreign aid?"

While speaking, the leader of the paladin who was stationed in the imperial capital showed a calm look and looked very confident.

"…Foreign aid? Where did foreign aid come from? In today's day, where can there be a country that can defeat Neserel?"

Regarding this almost fantastic suggestion, the consul Baruth was slightly stunned at first, and then sneered: "The Elf Kingdom was able to compete with Naserel, but now even itself has collapsed. Recently, I heard that Yongju Island was lost. I am afraid that the country will be destroyed. Where can I interfere with the Naserel Empire? The Kingdom of Halua is in the south, with weak military strength, has never cared about foreign affairs and has no friendship with us, but has some contact with the Northern Army: the Serre Federation in the east has accumulated over two hundred years.

Poverty and weak, civil wars are endless, and the coup is almost every three days. After signing an agreement, the government collapses. He doesn't even know who to discuss things: the remaining few small countries such as Damara, Vasa, Nafer on the northeastern border have weaker troops and less courage. It's useless to pull them up. Even if you go through the mainland, where can you fight for decent foreign aids?" "Endless wilderness, Tukan Khan, and the Dragon Witch Cult! Timur Khan's 700,000 troops in the Western Expedition have now reached Sel!"

Shi, in the pursuit of perfection, His Highness Luo Shanda, the Lord of the Morning Light, should have hated evil paladins, spit out a few words that are shocking from his mouth. "... According to the suggestion of our Lord, we can first issue a notice to announce the resumption of the parliament and the constitution, reopen the general election, and then add a statement saying that in order to prevent the Northern Army from interfering with the election by force, the government intends to invite Timur Khan to lead the Imperial Cavalry to the imperial capital as the supervisor of this consul's election to ensure that the democratic system is not destroyed... In this way, it not only complies with the law, but also helps us to bring the Tir Church back: it can also allow the Iron Cavalry of Tukan to participate in the war, and there is a reason that can barely stand. This idea should be logical!"

It took a while for everyone to understand the complex logic of the above words and look at the paladin's gaze, which was a little strange for a moment.

The Lord of the Dawn, the Saint Warrior who can collude with evil demons, undead and barbarians, is so weird!

What's even more obscene is the excuse of inviting the Tukan cavalry to enter the country. It is as incredible as letting a savage and tyrannical nomad dictatorial king supervise the election of the Democratic.

Well, no matter how awkward this excuse for seeking help is, for the Southern Army facing the crisis of destruction, the water has now submerged on its neck. If you have a life-saving straw, you have to catch it. You really don’t have the right to pick and choose. But the problem is...

"... Even if Timur Khan is willing to send troops to fight side by side with us, the problem of the military expenditure gap cannot be solved!" Graf, the Speaker of the Dominant Lord of Sambiya, pondered for a moment, frowned and knocked on the table, and said, "We are almost unable to support our own 80,000 troops. What should we use to reward these Tukan nomads who assisted the war? Should we let them rob the imperial capital and get their wages?" "...Don't worry about this, Sammaster's Styx Bank Group will provide us with sufficient special loans at that time!" The leader of the Paladin replied without hesitation, "...In fact, there are already two hundred now."

The money of 10,000 gold coins has arrived in the account of our temple! It is all thanks to the support of this money that we can continue to maintain the preparations!" As soon as we heard that we had a way to get the money, the poor and scared Southern Army bosses here suddenly shone and surrounded the paladin leader and discussed it in a scattered manner. The atmosphere suddenly became much more enthusiastic. Only the consul Barut was shocked and could not help but murmured to himself: "...Oh, my God, this world is really crazy. The election of the "democratic" in a civilized country depends on the dictatorship of the barbaric kingdom to supervise! The righteous paladins have to rely on loans from the demons to fight!

Is this crazy, or is this world crazy?" In a sense, his complaints are indeed worth pondering.

However, as a political symbolic figure, he is destined to get no answers and has no choice but to accompany his allies to go crazy~
Chapter completed!