Realm of Power

The Falcon Empire Navy Headquarters is located on the edge of a natural semi-arc bay upstream of Vic Port, with blue sky and blue sea, backed by winding mountains, and the undulating sea in front, with a line between water and sky.

The 2-mile radius here is a prohibited area for the army. From the dense sentries on the mountain road to the two forts that have just been built on both sides of the bay, they are all under the strict control of the Falcon Army. The carriages leading here are all It requires strict persistence, and the warships patrolling the sea 24 hours a day fill the place with a tense and chilling atmosphere.

The water waves in the port push the parked Imperial warships up and down on the sea surface. The streamlined outlines of the warships and the huge figures of the Dragon-class warships make the military port where the Admiralty is located look majestic. The patrols coming and going guard the inward curves. From time to time, there is a long white water mark at the entrance.

This is the brain of the Imperial Navy, the center of power that controls the four sea areas, and what is happening here will also change the pattern of the entire world. The distant continent of Oparo does not yet know that there is already a powerful naval fleet here. , began to cast his gaze across the vast sea, overlooking the waters of Obarro like an eagle. In his naked eyes, there was not only a desire, but also a powerful aura of a tiger emerging from its cage.br /\u003e

A dozen simple and rustic houses with brown, red and blue tiles are arranged in a concave shape on the shore.

A row of emerald-green long pines line both sides of the road like two guards. In the center is a 50-meter-wide wide flat covered with flowerbeds. In front of a pure white villa, gushing water

This morning, an important confidential meeting was held in the large conference hall on the second floor of the third house on the left side of the Imperial Admiralty. The convener was His Majesty the Great Falcon. The meeting was attended by the Imperial Admiralty of the Navy, Dustronké, and the Governor of the South. Statunko, Central Army General Hukoqili, Imperial Adjutant General Plais,

At 8:17 in the morning, two naval officers walked into the conference hall carrying a map of the imperial sea area. Then Navy Minister Dostelenko straightened his collar and walked seriously to the front of the meeting. Everyone's eyes also moved with the movement of Dostelenko.

Before convening a meeting. Everyone had vaguely guessed the content of this meeting, but when Navy Minister Dostelenko hung an icon representing land in a position on the upper right side of the map, the Southern Governor Statunko and the Adjutant General Pulai Sidu glanced at each other subconsciously, while Central Army General Hu Keqili opened his mouth slightly, seeming a little stunned and a little unbelievable.

Your Majesty, this is what Governor Sabo of Obaro said. The mapped location of the Kingdom of Saint Pris," Dustelenko said in a high-spirited voice.

"From the perspective of position and distance, the Obarro Continent is not as far away from us as we imagined. The reason why there has been little contact is because between the Ekadiva Continent and the Obarro Continent, there is a land called the area of ​​the Lost Sea,

There are many undercurrents here, and if it is summer, it is easy to encounter storms once a ship enters. It is easy to get lost on the sea due to the long-lasting water mist, because this section of the sea requires about 7 days of continuous driving. Very few ships dare to do this, but our navy is equipped with a compass. Such a problem is not difficult. I believe that with this direction, the fleet can safely cross the Lost Sea and reach the Obarro Sea. "

During a meeting at the Admiralty, Imperial Navy Minister Dostelenko spoke in a loud voice, while pointing with a serious expression to a corner on the outer edge of the chart behind him, which was a blank wall beyond the scope of the map. The smooth reflection of the marble showed that there was nothing there, but the eyes of everyone in the room still lit up at the same time. Even the sound of breathing is a bit heavy

"It's unbelievable that a foreign continent is so close to us." Even with Plaice's calmness, he was a little surprised, "Have you ever detected it? How long does it take to go back and forth between the two continents? The fat man sat in the middle of the meeting. , touched his nose with his hand and looked at the position of Dustronkai's finger and asked with a serious expression.

"Not yet, Your Majesty." Imperial Navy Minister Dostronkai stood at attention and said to the fat man with a respectful expression, "But my subordinates have sent two dragon-class fleets responsible for ocean operations to detect, so I believe it won't take long." To have a clearer understanding of the situation in that sea area, the two Dragon-class warships are conducting parallel detection, and the area between them is the safest channel. If everything goes well, there should be news within half a month."

"I hope it is worth it, otherwise the two Dragon-class battleships will be a big loss. If a collision cannot be avoided, I hope that we will take the initiative to enter Obarro instead of Obarro coming to us. If the war cannot be avoided, then Let it burn on the other side's land. "The fat man nodded, he stood up from his seat,

He came to the map, raised his head and examined it for a while, turned to Statunko on the left and said, "Control of the situation in southern Saland is now basically stable, except for the uncontrolled Zilanza region, which advocates autonomy." , several other areas have been stabilized, and our Southern Army has done a good job in this regard, but in half a month, how sure are you that we can take down the Rilansa area?

If the Southern Army is required to cooperate with the navy to blockade the southern seas, a war with the Obaros may even break out. How many troops can the Southern Army dispatch? "

"The injustice in the south is due to my subordinates' dereliction of duty, but because of the complexity of the situation, I am also very embarrassed about the Zilanza region." Statunko bit his lips, seeming to have made up his mind, and said in an awkward tone, "After I After nearly a month of pacification by the army, several areas in the central and southern areas have been basically pacified, but the Rilansa area in the lower south has been calmed down.

Statunko's voice stopped, and he said with some embarrassment, "My subordinates believe that it is becoming a source of unrest and an area that cannot be coordinated. There are about 400,000 southern Salanders gathered there, and some of them are very hostile to outsiders." Excluded radicals, bankrupt and with nowhere to go Among the farmers who left, there were also careerists who hoped to use this force to obtain negotiation capital for themselves, and there were also many southerners who were bewitched and gathered together. They formed a so-called volunteer army of about 40,000 people there, claiming that To kill all the Normans

It can be seen from their refusal to move to the center that peace negotiations are unlikely. They also preach to many northern Salanders who sympathize with the south that Salander belongs to the Salanders themselves. Such remarks that shake people's hearts, so I sincerely request Your Majesty to allow me to conduct an encirclement and suppression of this area when necessary to completely clean up this piece of rotten meat."

"Encirclement and suppression? Why bother? Enough blood has been shed in the south." The corners of the fat man's mouth were slightly raised, and he smiled at Statunko, who was standing upright nervously, waiting for a scolding, and waved his hand.

"There is no need to blame ourselves for this matter. If these southerners think they should govern Salander by themselves, then let them do it. There are 400,000 Salanders. If we choose to raise the butcher knife, there will be no more If we give up the opportunity, not only will we not be able to appease the southern region that has just stabilized, but the northern region that has surrendered to us will also fall out with us out of public anger. Do we want to kill all the Salanders? ?"

"This... But Your Majesty, if you let it go like this, I'm afraid it will affect the empire's management of the south." Statunko's face was stunned for a moment. His Majesty Falcon's words were too incomprehensible.

He is the first among the veterans who has followed Fatty since the lord era. Naturally, he would not think that Fatty would be such an easy talker. Thunder and spring rain can destroy everything and restore everything. This is Statunko's opinion of this man. The evaluation of the Lord: The outside world calls Statunko a capable minister in governing the world.

But few people would know that Statunko believed in his heart that he had only resolutely carried out the orders given by the fat man. Sometimes, he could carry out the orders resolutely without any deviation, which is also a rare quality.

"Haha, you don't necessarily need to use force to deal with these people. Sometimes just creating a little public opinion can turn everything around." The fat man laughed and said under the confused eyes of everyone, "Don't they hate the Normans? Then we will create create a public opinion for In order to save the Salander compatriots who were trafficked to the continent of Obarro by the Normans, the Imperial Navy is about to counterattack Normandy. Of course, we welcome the participation of any Salander southerners who are still bloody. We need these blood to help us fight. The first battle with the Obaros"

"What your Majesty means is that we can use this method to lure these radical southerners into our army, and then form a death squad to attack the Normandy mainland."

Statunko's face was full of admiration. Turning hostile forces into help in one fell swoop was simply a genius-like idea. Of course, only a despicable and shameless monarch like His Majesty Falcon could come up with such a shameless idea.

"But... what if they refuse?" Adjutant Plais, as always, likes to come out to stir up troubles. He touched his chin and said in a dull tone, "I believe that not all southern Salanders will be bewitched. There must be people with various ideas inside, what should we do then?"

"Haha, of course it's cool." The fat man sneered at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes suddenly became sharp as he looked at the scenery outside the window, and said, "Those who really hate the Normans will definitely agree, and those who are unwilling to agree must be some with other intentions." It is easier to deal with people who have different intentions. Power or wealth? The entire south belongs to us. We only need a small favor and give them some small autonomous fiefdoms to make these guys burst into tears of gratitude. After a period of time, when the south stabilizes, according to their situation, we can effectively retain them. Next, get rid of those who should be eliminated. Who will remember their existence then?