Realm of Power

On the first floor of Biyezhiqiu Hotel, there are only a few people sitting in the hall, which is fifty meters long and wide.

As one of the notorious Southern Intelligence Department branches of the Empire, the lobby that looks like a hotel to the outside world is quiet. The lazy sunshine at noon in winter shines in through the decaled glass windows, and the bells of the Sky Temple are distant from the east. Rumor has it from everywhere that although Biyezhiqiu Hotel is located in a relatively remote southern corner of the city, it is funded by the empire. An accounting school is at the other end of the street. Nearby passers-by and accounting school students did not pay much attention to this inconspicuous hotel. Someone once pushed the door in and a hotel attendant stood at the entrance. Stop the guests who continue to walk in and inform them that only guests with reservations can enter the hotel.

Ordinary guests will turn around and leave. This kind of private hotel is not something ordinary people can afford, and this kind of place is obviously not open to the public. It is synonymous with the special area on the west coast. With the influx of a large number of imperial merchants to the west coast, Some customs and customs from the imperial area also began to spread on the west coast. Yan, private banquets, gatherings among big businessmen, especially the representatives of various forces attracted by the eight horse ranches, the royal families of various countries, in order to show their respective influence, made this kind of luxury comparison even more extravagant. The trend of dissatisfaction is so widespread that if you buy the best and most expensive things and don’t display them, they are not sold in vain.

Although the decoration of this hotel is not eye-catching, the semi-old portrait at the door makes many knowledgeable people secretly stunned. The black-haired emperor in armor is riding on a white horse, and in front is a man in black armor. Countless cavalry moved forward as fast as the waves. Although the flags of both sides of the fierce battle could not be seen clearly, the magnificent fierce battle scene on the screen made people involuntarily feel a tragic aura coming towards their faces.

This is obviously not the kind of crude work made by cheap painters to make a living. Although the emperor's face is covered with a metal mask as always, the black eyes like morning stars are painted with incomparable charm. With wise, ambitious, hot and sharp eyes, it seems that everything depicted in the entire painting exists for these eyes.

Without the level of a great painter, he would never be able to paint such a charming painting. Even an emperor who doesn’t know how to paint would probably tell at first glance that this is naturally the handiwork of the great painter Ancollo, who is known as the Southern Ouba. Luo No. 1 portrait master is not just lying. This is recognized throughout Oparo.

"It is said that what an artist paints is what he thinks in his heart. Why don't you cover my face with a ferocious visor? Am I so scary in your heart?" The black-haired young man stood in front of the painting and looked up and down. Then his eyes fell on the face of the portrait, and he said to himself in a seemingly dissatisfied way.

"Because you can't describe His Majesty's true charm like this." The peerless beauty next to her had a charming chuckle on her lips. Her burgundy hair fell like cloth on her sharp shoulders. She was unusually beautiful and elegant. The outfit highlighted her outstanding face and sparkling delicate skin, using a look that exuded a scorching heat. "Of course, this painting has a more important purpose. In fact, those charming eyes are a mechanism that allows people to stand in the room behind the painting and check the people who come in. If people accidentally discover it, , because the paintings are very realistic, so you can definitely say that the other person is dazzled."

"You also put this kind of mechanism in your paintings..." The black-haired young man looked stunned and frowned slightly. "Ask a personal question. Even a layman like me can see it. You seem to have a lot of confidence in yourself." I hate his superb painting skills, can you tell me why?"

An Keluo's delicate body trembled slightly, her charming eyes showed a deep look, and her thick eyelashes added a touch of sadness to her rippling image. She was obviously thinking of something bad. Her experience in the Ayrault royal family had already become An Keluo's. The thing that Keluo didn't want to remember the most was her white jade teeth biting her red lips.

"Since it's a personal question, can I not answer it?" Ankeluo's timid look made it impossible to refuse.

"It's rude of me. I won't answer if I don't answer. In fact, I'm just curious."

The black-haired young man laughed, and was touched that he was being forced to do something difficult. This was the first time Ankolo had explicitly rejected him since he joined the Empire and became the head of the Southern Intelligence Department of the Empire. It is said that Ankolo was the son of Emperor Eero Farouk. A professional painter, and it was because of his excellent painting skills that he won the favor of Faruk. Faruk was a He was a very demanding emperor who could satisfy even the demanding Faruk. It was obviously not just as simple as practicing hard, but he said that, but the black-haired young man's eyes still fell on Ankolo's painting hands involuntarily. Go up, he is indeed a monster, the black-haired young man sighed inwardly, just a pair of hands can make people imagine,

"Your Majesty, are you wondering how these hands would feel if you touched them? If Your Majesty is willing, I wouldn't mind."

An Keluo stretched his fingers without hesitation. The ten fingers were as white and slender as bamboo shoots. They were smooth and delicate, with a pointed shape. The feel was absolutely superior. She was worthy of being a peerless enchantress. An Keluo was very fond of the emperor. He looked very grateful for the emperor's generosity. He stood upright and pursed his lips and smiled, which made him look even more tall and slender. He was also very charming. Every smile and every move was full of charm, either cool and noble, or instantly enchanting. ,

Years later, whenever he recalled this conversation, Ankelo would think of the frustrated expression on the face of a black-haired young man, and he couldn't help but smile cheerfully. The man in front of him had nothing to do with the outside world. The difference between them is really huge, that’s why An Keluo dared to make such a joke, and there was no need to worry about the man being angry.

He would often put his feet on the table, or sit cross-legged on the table instead of a chair. When he was at Hérault, there were various rumors that he killed people without blinking an eye, and beheaded hundreds of thousands of people at every turn. The tyrant who built the capital is a tyrant who cruelly squeezes the people's wealth and anointing in the country, and makes the whole country live in a state of passion and indulgence. Even the old lady in the country will take away her last copper. Basically, the comments about him are: How come you are so cruel and unkind. The real situation is completely different. If he didn't know it, no one would believe that this unattractive and talkative black-haired young man in front of him is the invincible imperial military god under the battle flag according to outside rumors.

"Pudamia should be arriving soon, aren't you going to arrange her here too?"

The black-haired young man took a deep breath, walked to the corner of the hall by the window, and looked across the window through the window. In the sunny afternoon, he sat on the bench near the window and looked across, watching the moving light and shadow in the distance. Girls exuding a youthful atmosphere were walking around. I have to admit that Ankolo chose a good location.

This street is located in a remote area in the south of the city, and in order to attract less attention, it deliberately chose a location that almost everyone would ignore. The Empire's Southern Intelligence Department was located opposite a charming girls' school. Such a strange idea, The black-haired young man could only give a thumbs up to this peerless enchantress and say he was convinced! It was an accounting vocational school. On the gate made of white marble, under a golden scale was a pattern of imperial silver coins that shone brightly in the sun. Through the gate of the school, you could see the charming girls walking around inside. We, the black-haired young man believes that 199% of people will pay attention to the person opposite. Go to a girls' school. As for the hotel across the street, who cares? There are not many men in the school. Basically, the ratio is ten to one. This is mainly because as more and more former nobles join the ranks of businessmen, In the past, many female relatives of former nobles began to pour into the Imperial Accounting College in large numbers, while noble men often attended business schools.

"In terms of status, Putamia is the pope of a country after all. It is not appropriate for the Southern Intelligence Department to receive her. I think it is better for the West Coast Governor's Palace to receive Her Highness Putamia." Ankelo was silent for a moment, and unexpectedly He showed a rare expression of embarrassment and whispered to the black-haired young man that he was unwilling to accept the matter.

"Don't worry, Putamia will not come as the pope, otherwise it will be too conspicuous. The whole southern European Barrow will know that she is coming for the Holy Light, so you don't need to worry about this at all, Putamia You will be responsible for Ya. Remember, don’t let her have any accidents, but don’t let her cause trouble. Do you understand? The young man smiled nonchalantly. That female gangster Potamia would definitely come here for the Holy Light. Don't look at it in front of outsiders. This female pope looks very holy, but in fact she is an absolute saint in her heart. The black-haired young man is afraid that he may not be able to bear it!

"Yes, I understand. I will definitely protect the safety of His Highness the Pope!"

An Keluo looked at the dark-haired young man with a malicious smile on his lips and couldn't help but chuckle.

Female gangsters should find a female gangster to deal with them. An Keluo is undoubtedly the best candidate. A person who can install his own paintings is nothing but a female gangster! Ankolo was born in Mount Edmond, and Mount Edmond was the most loyal lackey of the Hérault royal family. For decades, he had been competing with the Order State for decades. Both sides knew each other well, not to mention that Ankolo was a former Princess Hérault, former head of the Hérault Intelligence Department The person responsible knows very well how many underwear the Pope has. These two women have secretly fought countless times. This time when they meet together, Putamia, a female gangster, will definitely jump. In the end, Fortunately, he went back to the Islamic State directly in anger!

The black-haired young man sighed with emotion and turned around. "Is the carriage outside ready?" His eyes were as sharp as a knife, and there was no trace of hesitation. The war is still there. The peace here is because there are people here. Fighting with blood, fighting fiercely

"Already ready"

An Keluo nodded respectfully, his body tilted up slightly, and the open neckline of his palace dress revealed his beautiful white collarbone.

The emperor left the reception of Potamia to himself, indicating that he was leaving here. In fact, countless pairs of eyes were paying attention to this auction on the west coast, focusing on this super auction in the Holy Light and the King of Aero. While tasting the above, the emperor had quietly thrown out the trump card that would determine the final direction of the Civil War.

The Western Front has been torn apart by the Empire, but it is difficult for the Empire to continue to advance. On the one hand, the environment in the Martin Liya Prairie is getting colder, and there are signs of early winter. On the other hand, it is also because , the troops are seriously insufficient!

The main force of the empire is still gathering in the direction of the Order State. The empire's troops on the west coast are only about 150,000. Facing the vast Martin Liya Prairie after the opening is opened, the 150,000 troops thrown in are just a drop of water. After entering the lake, the troops were suddenly dispersed. There were no cities or roads in the Martin Liya Prairie. The strongpoint advance tactics that the empire was accustomed to in the past were completely useless. They could only rely on troops to form a mutually supporting line of advancement.

And this still cannot prevent the opponent's cavalry from detouring and counterattacking.

The main reason for defeating the Silver Fox army was the use of Stam, a must-rescue point. Otherwise, it would be almost impossible to capture the familiar terrain of the Silver Fox army in the vast Martin Liya Prairie. The imperial army could only camp step by step and spend the day. It's very hard work, but the effect is only two or three, but Silver Fox can go straight forward with light troops, choose attack points or sides at will, cut off the retreat, or attack the logistics. You can really play whatever you want.

And if the empire does not attack, in order to defend the current long defense line of the Wolf Xibia Corridor, it is conservatively estimated that at least more than 300,000 troops will be needed. This gap of 100,000 people may allow the imperial army to be overwhelmed at any time on the Western Front. Call back overnight

Martinli Ya Prairie has been a nightmare for attackers for more than a hundred years. This is not an empty talk. It has a unique environment and terrain, and the dry and flood seasons are completely different, especially after winter and the flood season. It’s the humid low temperature and the vast, unstoppable howling cold wind. If you are not prepared well, it is common for a group of soldiers to freeze to death overnight.

Even Ankoluo knows that logistical supplies will be more difficult in winter, and more soldiers will be needed. Winter has always been a taboo for large army operations, but the gap that the empire finally opened is obviously impossible. Returned! The empire has hoarded a large amount of supplies at the border, which may be able to support it, but the gap in military strength cannot be filled in a short time.

After boarding the black carriage parked outside, the black-haired young man took a deep breath and picked up the information that had been placed on the table in advance. The black-haired young man flipped through the pages page by page, under the bright sunshine, under the layers of leaves. The girls holding books and talking may represent the sweetest breath in this world, the breath of youth. We have seen many swords and shadows, mountains of corpses and seas of blood. When the war subsides and the smoke disperses, you can feel that it is still the world here.