On May 20, the Prime Minister of the Duchy of Normandy, Bokov, signed his name on the armistice negotiations with the Northern Falcon Empire, in exchange for the tens of thousands of Normans stranded on the island of Salander, the Duchy of Normandy promised to give the Falcon Empire 5 million gold coins as war compensation, and promised to return the Salander slaves who were looted to the continent of Obarro.

The majestic southern mountains of Saland, with endless yellow rocks, and from a distance, the huge mountains that cross the Saran region seem to float in the clouds. On the plains at the foot of the mountains, large areas of forests are dotted on the vast grasslands, the sky is high and the sea is wide, and the weather is vast.

"Your Majesty, the area of Zhisalan is ahead!" said the Southern Governor, Statunko, pointing to the mountains on the horizon with his horsewhip, and smiled back at the fat man

"The Zhisalan region has been a place of military contention since ancient times. On the other side of the mountain, the Salanders defeated the southern coalition of the Ikadivars with 50,000 Mamunuk cavalry, and it is said that Marshal Safendomu, the Mamunuk hero most admired by the Salanders, became famous in this battle."

"No matter what nationality, there are memories that cannot be forgotten!"

The fat man looked at the vast and majestic scene in the distance, imagining that the people of Salander used to gallop on this land at the beginning, but now they have fallen into such a decadent situation, and he couldn't help but touch a little heartstring in his heart,

The Falcon Empire is now the dominant side, but who dares to say that hundreds of years later, it will not fall into the cycle of dynasties, going through the process of decay and destruction, but I don't know if at that time, there will be people pointing to a certain wasteland, saying that this is the place where the Vekia Falcon used to fight fiercely

Seeing a trace of disappointment flashing on the fat man's face, Nilai, who was as attentive as a hair, hurriedly said, "Marshal Safendomu is the most admired by us Salanders, not only because he defeated the Ikadivar coalition with weak forces, but also because he is a great and selfless man,

He won the right to stay for the more than 100,000 Salanders who had wandered, even if he was poisoned by the royal family after the war. The guide was blind, and at that time the loyal and his old troops were almost all over the army, and he did not have the slightest intention of rebelling, but retreated with his own. Gain a chance at peace for hundreds of years for Salander, who has just settled down, otherwise, the civil war alone would be enough to kill and wound the Salanders."

"So I never admit that I am a hero, because heroes are meant to be sacrificed!" the fat man shook his head with a wry smile. His mind couldn't help but flash through many opponents who disappeared like meteors, some were loyal, some were talented, some were selfless, some were willing to contribute, and there was a spirit of self-sacrifice, but they all failed without exception, this is the continent of heroes. It is also the grave of heroes,

On the border of Zhizalan, the fat man ordered to be stationed on the spot, this time because it was only a routine patrol, and the accompanying guards were only 2,000 people, so it was not a large army transfer, and a thousand guards were stationed in the front camp, responsible for dealing with various situations. The other 1,000 men were divided into 500 on the left and right, and the 500 guards who remained in the middle were the most elite

Next to the camp is a babbling stream, where you can camp and stay. Light a bonfire. The guards caught fresh pheasants and hares, and happily skinned and barbecued the pheasants by the stream. Nilai held the oily roasted chicken thighs and ate them with relish, and praised them greatly.

In the middle of the night, the fat man was sleeping soundly, and suddenly he heard a crackling sound from the top of the tent, "It's raining?" The fat man immediately turned over and sat up, "It seems to be a wild horse rain in the middle of the night! This is not uncommon in the Zhisalan region, which is a rare plateau area. The climate is warm, there are few trees, and there are often night rains like this" Nilai poked out half of her head from the blanket, and her soft blonde hair was naturally on her fair and round shoulders, like jade fragrant...,

"This rain is a little intimed!"

The fat man's face darkened slightly. Talking to himself, he stood up and got dressed, lifted the tent and walked out. In the darkness of the night, several black-armored guards were drenched in the rain and saw the fat man approaching. The guards bowed to the fat man's right hand on his chest, "Majesty!"

"It's raining, it's almost dawn, let's all go back and rest!" the fat man waved his hand to a few guards, "Bring Governor Statooenko by the way, and say I'm waiting for him in the big tent!"

Nilai is right, this rapid wild horse rain is like a wild horse, coming and going in a hurry, and the fat man's face is better, as the intelligence shows,

The terrain of the city of Zhisalan is barren and the trees are scarce, if it rains continuously, I am afraid that it will affect the whole plan, and I finally stir up the southern people of Saland, and it is likely that they will die because of the rainy season, because the rainy season will make the southern people of Zhisalan pour into the city, and the balance of the original factions inside and outside the city will be broken.

Beautiful night, this season is the time when the spiral ribbon-shaped constellation shines the brightest, and the fat man comes to the table with a calm expression under the light of the fire in the tent,

Scooping up a report, he said to the Southern Governor, Statunenko, who had come in at the door, "This is a top-secret report from the Chuan Zhi Salan side, and it mentions a guy named Frantil, do you know it?"

"Frantiel, the self-proclaimed son of the sky?" Statunko took the report, paused, nodded confusedly, and said, "I know this man, one of the chieftains of the Saranans in the region of Zhizaland."

"Oh, what do you think of this man?" the fat man said with a look of solemnity on his face, turning to his seat and sitting down, the corners of his mouth twitched disdainfully, and his tone was a little contemptuous

"This person is a descendant of the bloodline of the Prophet Fran of Salander, and he is very influential among the southerners, but his subordinates think that although this person has a certain amount of influence, he is just a rhetorical careerist, with low eyes, no military and political experience, but a mediocre person with the blood of his ancestors, how could His Majesty think of mentioning this person?"

"It's nothing, it's just that I feel like a farce might be going on, and I'm just a little surprised!"

The fat man looked out the window, and sneered at the corner of his mouth, "This Frantil has just "asked away" the former high priest of the Southern Temple, Fikulun, under the gaze of the Ministry of Supervision, and now the southern city of Risalan can be described as an undercurrent, you see, as the main military chief who suppressed the south, he still despised them so much, no wonder there was such a strange thing!"

"Your Majesty, it's not you who let me. Don't interfere too much with Zhisalan, so the subordinates are just upholding His Majesty's will," Statunko quickly straightened up and replied with an embarrassed face

"So, it's my fault! you're getting bolder," the fat man stood up in his seat, scolding. But there was no anger on his face, "Then what is the matter with this high priest of the south? Without your permission, how did he pass comfortably in a carriage, don't tell me that he put on makeup or pretended to be a woman."

"What! Is this true? This subordinate really doesn't know, and his subordinate still thinks that this southern high priest is a clever move specially arranged by His Majesty, you see. That Fikulun jumped up and down as soon as he arrived in the south, and he had completely broken the balance of power in the Zhisaland region" The governor of the south, Statunko, showed a surprised face, and swore to the fat man that he really didn't know anything about it,

"Forget it, I know I can't hide it from you" The fat man put down the report in his hand a little bored, and muttered in his mouth, "That high priest of the south was indeed deliberately let go by me, but you should also cover it up and send some troops to stop it!

"It's the subordinates who are too stupid. His Majesty did not move a single soldier, and only sent a prisoner, and he had already caused the Salanders of Zhisaland to mess up their own positions! No matter how hard the subordinates try, they can't keep up with His Majesty's thoughts" Statunenko's head was sweating slightly, and His Majesty the Falcon really turned his face and didn't recognize anyone as always, and hurriedly continued

"Although my subordinates did not send troops to block it, it was still appropriate to express it, I sent a light cavalry to pretend to be in pursuit, and followed the carriage until Zhisalan returned, which is better than nothing!"

"Is that a pursuit? your cavalry almost ran in front of the carriage to clear the way!" said the fat man, with an indignant face

"As long as the Salanders think it's a pursuit!, and the high priest arrives in Zhizaland, and is received like a hero's return," Statunko's cheeky face couldn't help but blush, and he explained with a smirk, "I heard that in the crowd he passionately recounted how he braved the hooves of the falcon cavalry to cross the dangerous area of the Falcon Empire. It has become the high priest to show off his skills in public, and his subordinates think that a sophisticated politician will ferment like water encountering wheat noodles in the chaotic environment of Zhizalan, so his subordinates also think that it is best to let him get to his destination as soon as possible."

At this moment, the voice of the guard came from outside the tent, "Stop. Who are you?"

"The subordinate is Faisarik of the Second Banner Regiment of the Southern Army, who is in charge of monitoring Zhisaran, and I have urgent military affairs to report to Your Majesty!"

"Let him in!" came the voice of the fat man in the tent, the guards lowered their blocking hands, and Faisarik hurriedly walked in, and saw that His Majesty the Falcon and the Governor were there, and hurriedly knelt down on one knee and saluted

"Your Majesty, I received news this afternoon that the Salanders of the city of Zhisaland are preparing to form a combined army, and are preparing to secretly plan to assassinate the governor of Statunko, and want to take advantage of our confusion to declare the independence of the region of Zhizaland.

We were ordered to come out and look for His Majesty. Because we didn't know where His Majesty was going, we sent five people, but fortunately, our team finally met the adults. Finally, there was no delay. ”

"Thank you for your hard work. Scoop up the report. The fat man stretched out his hand and patted Faisarik on the shoulder, watching Faisarik gasp very quickly as he spoke, his body exuded a strong and pungent smell of sweat and sourness, and he looked tired, obviously he had not rested all the way,

The fat man felt slightly guilty, he wanted to come to inspect it on a whim, he didn't take into account that there would be such a situation in the Zhisalan region, and he also brought Statunko out, and now there is no one in Yue'ans City to preside over the overall situation!"

Just by the burning fire in the tent. The fat man opened the letterhead. This is an urgent report from the insiders lurking in the city of Zhizalan, although it is only a few words, but the content of the report is very important.

"A bunch of immature white-eyed wolves! Don't say I didn't give you a chance!" his gaze swept over the letter, and the fat man's face became more and more gloomy, and he handed it to Stattu, who was next to him

Enke then walked back and forth a few steps with his hands behind his back before he stopped, his gaze sweeping over Statunko below

"Your Majesty, please allow your subordinates to go back and gather the army, and in less than a day, your subordinates can lead people to set foot in the city of Saran on weekdays!" Statunko, who was full of anger next to him, had already knelt down on one knee and asked the fat man to fight,

"It's like a battle!" Looking up at the sky outside, the fat man suddenly sighed inexplicably. He said, "400,000 Salanders, if we use force, we will never come back, but we will not do it." The other side will be unscrupulous, and once other regions also initiate a response, our efforts in the south will be in vain, and we will be in a dilemma!"

Statunko exhorted with all his might, "Your Majesty, my subordinates think that these Salander people are asking for their own death, and they can't complain about others, the affairs of the south of Saland. We should not delay it indefinitely, and it is necessary to deter the enemy by force so that the enemy will not dare to have different intentions! Judging from the present situation, the place for another large-scale rebellion in the south may not be large, and after more than a month of migration propaganda, the population still stranded in the south is only 1.1 million, and except for the 400,000 people who are stranded in the Zhisaland region, which are relatively concentrated, most of the other 700,000 are peasants from farms. They have just acquired the land, and they will not choose to follow these rebellions!"...,

"Are you sure you can minimize this unrest?" the fat man stared at his right-hand man with a solemn expression, the time for negotiations with the Normans was too short. The complete abandonment of the Normans also made the fat man who still wanted to buy a little time feel very melancholy, it was over! Thinking of this fact, the fat man's heart tightened for a while.

In fact, the Norman would have been happier if he had been holding out for a while. In this way, he could surround the Zhisaland region without any scruples, and even if he did not have to use force directly, he could completely force the 400,000 Salanders to surrender through the embargo of supplies and food, but unfortunately it backfired, and the Normans retreated too quickly. It's so decisive, I don't want almost any pots and jars, I just want to evacuate from the quagmire of Salander immediately, no matter what, if it drags on for a month and a half, it's time to make a break!

"Good. As he said, immediately blockade the Zhisalan region, which is notoriously barren and mountainous, and has always been short of food, and from now on, not even a grain of grain can be put into it!" The fat man turned around and gritted his teeth and gave the order

A hint of joy flashed on Statunko's face, and he said solemnly, "Please rest assured, your subordinates will definitely live up to your trust!"

On the day he returned to Yueans City, the military order from His Majesty was transmitted to the Central Army near the southern port in the fastest way, and Statunko also held an emergency meeting in the evening, and the topic was to deploy a blockade of the Zhisalan region, which was actually nothing to study. The generals of the Southern Army knew that the so-called blockade was no different from a declaration of war, and that there were 400,000 Salanders in the Zhisaland region, which was a well-known poor land with almost no wheat, and most of the natives lived on hunting,

Listening to the order announced by the Governor, several generals glanced at each other, what does the Governor mean by this? As a subordinate, figuring out the will of the Lord is a very important knowledge, and it is even more important to be consistent with the superiors at all times. It would be a tragedy if an adult had already decided to go to war, but he himself had a strong emphasis on the importance of peace.

Although the meeting only started in the evening, the high-level executives who were qualified to attend the meeting were jumping up and down, visiting each other to inquire about the news: "What do you mean by adult?"

At the end of the meeting, in order to strengthen the determination of the generals, Statunko slammed his fist on the table, and his tone was full of solemn voice: "I have made a military order to His Majesty, if war breaks out, our southern army will be indomitable, defeat the rebellion within a day, and scoop down the city of Zhisaland."

When the generals heard that it was His Majesty's military order, they were not in a state of confusion, and their faces were resolute in unison.

The blockade of the city of Yueans soon took effect, and the daily supply of 400,000 people in the Zhisalan region, which depended on grain from the north and some of the fishing from the coastal areas, was cut off, and the situation in the Zhisalan region suddenly became tense

On June 2, a man claiming to be an emissary of the Combined Army of Zhisalan came to the city of Yueans and asked to meet the Supreme Commander of the Southern Army, Statunko.

"Sue her, I don't have time for a while!" Statunko leaned back in his chair, crossed his feet on the table, and closed his eyes alone. On his desk, there are several reports, one of which is the movement of the Zhisalan region,

"Is this a lark in the Black Forest? This is a person named by His Majesty himself, so let His Majesty deal with it!" Statunko muttered to himself and handed a signed administrative document to the adjutant at the door, this is the latest interracial marriage law promulgated by the Falcon Empire,

Mixed marriage has been practiced in Vichia for some time, and the integration of various ethnic groups, Fat Man hopes to promote the integration of ethnic groups in the control area. Therefore, in addition to stipulating the basic regulations on the place of marriage, a large amount of space is devoted to the ministerial decree. to encourage intermarriage between men and women of different ethnic groups, and incentives have been clearly defined.

The area currently controlled by the Falcon Empire is very complex and vast. There are many ethnic groups, and according to the most preliminary statistics, there are at least more than 300 tribes under the control of the Falcon Empire.

They basically have their own customs and habits, and each has its own historical traditions, and there are still profound contradictions of interests among many ethnic groups.

Therefore, how to unite these peoples, large and small, under the banner of the Falcon, is a very urgent issue. If you like this work, you are welcome to (.) to vote for recommendation, monthly pass, your support is my biggest motivation. )