My Empire

As time passed day by day, it was already a year later.

The mobilization of the Ailan Hill Empire continued, and countless soldiers were armed and transported to the border.

Countless planets have been transformed into defensive positions, and more planets have grown into tall buildings.

Because of the population explosion, many planets have begun to become prosperous, and all races have merged together, and there is a thriving scene everywhere.

However, because the state of war continues, the speed of economic development has actually slowed down. Most of the means of production will eventually be assembled into military production.

One after another, the Invincible-class battleships joined the sequence of the space fleet. These battleships cruising in groups along the border of the empire have become a common sight for everyone.

Because of combat needs, the Ailan Hill Empire also built a large number of transport ships to carry soldiers. These transport ships are loaded with puppet robots and interstellar paratroopers, acting as mobile reinforcements with the fleet.

As long as a war breaks out in any direction, these troops will rush to the war zone as soon as possible to fill the border defense line.

In order to prepare for this war that does not know when or not necessarily breaks out, the wealth of Chris, the imperial royal family, has shrunk by one-third.

A large amount of money has been realized into various types of warships. In a sense, the Emperor Chris of the Ailan Hill Empire is now more like a gambler, a crazy gambler who bet on his wealth.

If this war breaks out, then the royal family will become richer and stronger, and the reputation of the royal family will become even more terrifying in the territory of the Ailan Hill Empire.

The royal family, which is already like a god, if it really predicted the war again and led everyone to prepare for the war, then Chris, the emperor who claimed to be a god, would not be questioned.

However, if Chris guessed wrong, the war did not erupt in the end-as it is now, Chris, the founding emperor, may eventually become the first emperor of the empire to go bankrupt.

"I'm exhausted!" Dessell sat down on the sofa in front of Chris, complaining somewhat prostration.

He grabbed the water glass prepared for him, picked it up, and drank the Elf Moonshine with ice in it.

Then he took a long breath and said, "You know, don't you? Just now, the number of Violent-class cruisers in the Empire has surpassed that of Exploration-class destroyers!"

"You now have thousands of cruisers cruising in the universe." He grabbed the wine glass innocently, and poured the wine into his glass: "Have you ever thought that waiting like this will make Are you bankrupt?"

"I have thought about it, and my finances told me that the day of my bankruptcy is coming soon." Chris replied without looking up the documents in front of him.

"Yeah, you know, I calculated your investment a little bit. If it were me, it is now in bankruptcy and liquidation." Desaiel pointed to himself exaggeratedly.

Although he is already the prime minister of the empire, in the eyes of outsiders, the majestic him is more than 10,000 people in the empire, and it can be said that he is in the true sense of power.

But in front of Chris, Desaier has always been a peer. Perhaps, only in front of Chris, he is a true "young man".

Although he is thirty years old, he is still too young for an interstellar empire prime minister-after all, the empire's deputy prime ministers are already hundreds of years old!

If someone heard Desaier say this at this time, he would be surprised to the extent that his jaw would fall.

If Desaier, the second richest chaebol in the empire, could say that he would go bankrupt, one can imagine what a huge sum of money it was!

And such a huge sum of money placed in the imperial royal family only made Chris "feel the pressure of bankruptcy."

In fact, Chris is still far from bankrupt. With such consumption, or such more and more consumption, Chris estimates that he can hold on for another three years.

In other words, in the next three years, before the war breaks out, he will almost completely cool off.

Of course, there is no way out, at least many people are helping him find a way, including Desaier in front of him.

"Even if I add my assets, as well as the assets of the consortium and the rich who are willing to follow us, we will be able to support at most four years! In other words, after four years, we will all be bankrupt and liquidated." Desaier said.

Chris was still very moved when he heard what he could say. Because although Dessell has been presiding over the economic development of the empire, he should be opposed to the imperial military policy, but as a friend of Chris, Dessell said, "Even if I was added.

This shows that Desaier is still willing to take out all his assets and make a crazy gamble with Chris.

Even if all the assets of Desaier are now countless times the assets of the Longtaite family back then!

The line of Longtaite’s Patriarchs is still alive. They watched the wealth of the Longtaiite family. With the expansion of the empire, it became as numerous as the stars in the sky. It's a pity that these wealth has nothing to do with them, because they have become vassals of Desaiel back then.

"It's not time to touch your wife." Chris made a joke and put down the file in his hand.

There is no need for Desaier to keep any more wife's books now, because he has too many wives-in the true sense, there are groups of wives and concubines, and the current harem of the imperial prime minister is more than ten times more than Chris. !

He was originally young and handsome, coupled with his amazing wealth and power, he was like a beauty harvester.

Chris now has 5 sons and 4 daughters, and Dessier now has 39 sons and 22 daughters. Chris once joked that Dessier would not have enough fortune if he gave birth like this.

"Just passive defense is far from enough! We sit at home and wait for the enemy to come. This is a negative response after all." Dessell shook his glass of fine wine and spoke to Chris. Admonish.

"Is this what you said in your heart, or was it someone else asked you to tell me?" Chris poured himself a glass of wine, and he asked, looking at the faint brilliance of the moonlight wine that contains magical energy.

Desaier laughed, shook his head and said: "You didn't know me the first day, if it weren't from my heart, I would definitely not tell you. Either I will suppress this matter, or they I will come to talk to you with my head."

Chris nodded, and raised his glass to Dessier in a distance: "Don't worry, I won't let people come to me with your head."

"This is really good news!" Desaier followed to a toast and drank the little wine left in the glass.

After drunk the wine in his hand, he poured himself another glass. In fact, few people have been able to make Desaier drink three consecutive cups in the position of the prime minister of the empire. Under normal circumstances, as long as he said that he would not drink, no one would persuade him.

However, sitting in front of Chris, Desaier still wanted to behave more naturally. He felt that he was still that young little attendant, and still the crazy businessman who had bet on his wealth.

After he poured the fine wine, he continued to say to Chris: "Sit and eat the mountains and nothing is left to eat... This is not a joke, if your majesty your wealth is not enough to control the entire empire, then chaos will follow. "

At this time, he was an old friend of Chris, not a prime minister of an empire. He just listened to him and then said: "We should take the initiative to find the enemy's location, and strive to let the war break out in the enemy's control area. This is the consistent method of the Ailan Hill Empire."

"For more than a year, the empire has not carried out any external expansion. The war has not broken out, and our weapon production is still going on, which is a great consumption." Before Chris could speak, he continued. Then talk to yourself. Because of his loyalty, he has the right to speak freely before his monarch.

Chris did not speak, just listened quietly there. His current role is a listener, listening to the voices of his subordinates.

This time they met, it was not that two people were preparing for a meeting. This was a completely private meeting, and Chris just wanted to hear Desaier and talk about his thoughts.

He is an emperor after all, and he can't completely ignore the ideas of his subordinates. But by now, there are not many ideas of his subordinates that he can really consider.

"I believe the threat you told me. Even if others don't believe me, I believe it." He only heard that Desaier, who was still holding the glass at this time, continued: "However, believing is the same thing, how to operate That’s another matter. We can’t put all our eggs in the same basket..."

He is going to reveal to Chris some of the following people's thoughts: "In fact, we need to consider too many things. Even I heard that many consortia or wealthy businessmen are considering another possibility."

"Many, many possibilities." Chris smiled because he knew many things, many things Desaier wanted to tell him.

As the emperor of an empire, if Chris could not control every dark corner of the empire, he might have died long ago.

No one who has left his mark on the stage of history is a real idiot. Those inexplicable and stupid decisions are mostly just one-sided expressions of later generations lacking analysis of the situation at the time.

Desaier nodded, and then shook his head with a wry smile: "Yes, there are many possibilities. There may not be too many choices for you, but for them, there are still many, many choices."

"It's just that they don't know the truth, so they think that there are many choices." Chris said.

He and Desaier both knew the truth about the crash of Fengling 004, so they both believed that the other party might be a powerful group.

But other people didn't know, and Chris didn't need to let everyone live in panic. At least no one knew it was so comprehensive. Everyone just thought that the battle of Higgs 5 made the emperor vigilant.

"I don't know the truth, sometimes it's a kind of happiness, isn't it?" Desaier smiled bitterly and said, "At least, they are still full of hope now."

"I know that the intelligence department has provided a lot of information in this regard, I just don't want to deal with it." Chris also poured himself a glass of moonshine and said.

The light blue magic light appeared so crystal clear in the wine glass, giving this drink an inexplicable sense of refinement.

Desaier continued: “Some of these people are actively preparing to get the most benefit after your industry collapses. Some people are actively preparing to leave a way for themselves.”

Chris laughed and seemed to be distracted by these things: "I really heard about it, very interesting ideas. I heard that someone is building a large enough spaceship, and if there is a problem with the empire, they will bring enough The population fled to an unknown universe."

Hearing that Chris knew about this, Desaier also showed a no longer helpless smile: "Yes, they call this the final plan. It was proposed by a businessman and 20 million gold coins have been raised. ...However, this speed of raising funds is more like a scam."

Chris continued to say indifferently: "Almost, if those who are willing to pay know how expensive a spaceship is, they know they might be fooled."

You know, real spaceships are very expensive, and they are so expensive that it makes people desperate. Thirty million gold coins are placed in today's Ailan Hill Empire, but it is really impossible to build a super spacecraft with amazing self-sustaining ability.

This is because even a giant spacecraft with a multi-million-ton level is in fact not highly self-sustaining-it is impossible for such a spacecraft to cruise outside for a long time without the supply of resource planets.

Hearing what Chris said, Desaiel asked curiously: "Then, Your Majesty, have you ever thought about the second plan after failure?"

"No, actually I don't think that this kind of escape has any effect. But I will seriously consider your suggestion. Perhaps in the case of a tight front line, I will build a spaceship and take everyone away." Reese said with a smile.

Desaiel nodded and said to Chris: "I know what you think, but you don't think you will lose at all."

"Why did I lose? With so many troops and mobilization of so many star powers, if such an empire will fail, what is the meaning of my life?" Chris asked rhetorically.

Without waiting for Desaier’s answer, he continued: “I always feel that the meaning of my existence is to lead you to glory. If we are all destined to be destroyed, then I inherited China’s legacy and established this empire. Doesn't make sense anymore?"

"You are right, this is what we mean today!" Desaier nodded convincingly, agreeing: "Respect...our meaning!"

"Respect for our victory!" Chris held up the wine glass and said to Dessell very solemnly.

The two people finished drinking the glass and found that the wine bottle was empty. Chris knew that Dessell had something to say, so he took the initiative to stand up, walked to the front of the wine cabinet, and asked, "Continue drinking? "

"Of course, it's been a long time since we talked while drinking and drinking. It feels good, so... why not?" Dessell said with a little rosy face after drinking three glasses of wine.

"Moonlight wine?" Chris asked.

"Well, the taste I just drank is good, and you can drink this kind of vintage moonlight wine here." Desaier recalled the smooth taste just now, and said with a smile: "Even if you have money, you may not be able to Let the elves take out the best things."

"Others don't necessarily, but if you ask Andrea, it's not a problem to get a house." Chris took out a bottle of moonshine wine from the wine cabinet, then smiled and nodded Desai with his finger. You.

Dessier spread his hands and said, "I don't want to waste the favor of the imperial concubine on drinks."

"Okay, okay, can't I say it?" Chris walked back and filled Dessier with the glass first.

There are not many people in this empire who can let him take the initiative to pour wine. In addition to a few imperial concubines, it is estimated that there are still a few veterans who can let Chris pick up the wine bottle.

Desaier did not panic, but said to Chris: "I will pour the rest, or I will have no face to continue drinking."

"Okay!" Chris didn't pretend, just a word back to Desaier.

Then Desaier continued to talk about the topic he came here to talk to Chris: "If you want to continue to maintain this state, the best way is to expand the territory of the empire and use these new outer star regions as a The payment will be repaid to the consortium that provided the materials."

This is the purpose of his visit this time, and he hopes that Chris will choose some safer ways to tide over possible crises: "This is more reasonable than constantly using state treasury funds..."

"You know, once a war breaks out, the land outside the defense line may become a piece of scorched earth." Chris said to Desaiel.

"Yes, I know." Desaiel nodded: "I also know that you have always been a benevolent monarch in your heart. This has never changed."

Without waiting for Chris to speak, he went on to say: "In fact, we can use a more cruel way to treat these guys who are not treasonous, but who are always ready to move."

"It sounds pretty bloody." Chris motioned to Desai to continue.

Desaier did not continue to circle the bend, and made his debut: "We can sell the land outside the core defense line of the empire, throw all these planets out, and let those guys eat it!"

"If the enemy comes, they are the eyes outside our defense line, our buffer zone, and they can buy us enough time." He enumerated the advantages of doing so: "These outer planets can provide early warning and allow We prepare ahead of time...with only a small loss, we can eliminate the factors of instability and increase our chances of winning the war."

As he said, he stretched out his second finger: "And if the enemy does not come, they can also get the benefits, and your economy will continue to be maintained and will not collapse."

"It sounds good, but you and I both know that the enemy will definitely come. By that time, we will lose part of our manpower and national strength first because of today's compromise!" Chris said.

He put down his wine glass, and without waiting for Desaier’s persuasion, he continued to speak: "You know! After exhausting all my strength, I still cannot guarantee the victory of the next war! If some resources are wasted, I am afraid of losing. When I lose the war, I will regret it and will not be reconciled!"

"Your Majesty!" Desaier drank the wine in the glass again, and the glass slammed on the desk with a crisp sound. Then he spoke, admonishing Chris: "Some people keep it, and the success is more than failure... Throwing them out as cannon fodder is the best choice!"

"What you said, I didn't think about it." Chris also drank the moonshine in the glass, put the glass down, folded his hands and said to Dessell: "Perhaps, I should take everything we know, Announce it to the masses and let them make their own choices."

"It's useless! Your Majesty! You should be very clear, even if everyone knows the truth, someone will still make a different choice." Desaier shook his head and said, "This is a gamble! You and me, and us The followers of, blocking the outbreak of war... Then naturally, someone will gamble on the probability that the war will not break out."

He stretched out his hand and pointed at the top of his head: "Do you know how much more money they will make once the war does not break out? They will control countless planets, control more economic regions, and become richer, too? More powerful!"

"At that time, your prestige has declined, and your wealth has shrunk significantly. They may even take the opportunity to take control of the entire empire and make you a puppet emperor!" Desaier pointed to himself: "And me and Wagron and others will all become gamblers who lose the gambling and be expelled from the power center of the empire."

Chris nodded, understanding Desaier's words very well: "What you said makes sense, so I should give up these lunatics and let them now have the opportunity to open up those overseas star regions?"

"Yes, I think you can sell those areas, let them taste the sweetness, and use their money to support the empire's expansion and preparation for war." Desaier filled himself and Chris with wine.

Chris thought of an "enhanced version" of this plan, and he also said: "Well, I will do it more ruthlessly... Let them go abroad to develop new star domains, but I only approve puppet robots to leave the country. !"

Dessier was taken aback when he heard Chris' thoughts, and then he decisively gave a thumbs up, expressing a five-body throw at Chris: "High! Really high!"

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