Law of the Devil

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Chapter 134 [Imperial Illness] (below)

When the father of the current Emperor, His Majesty Augustine VI, was in office, he was a generous monarch who had pursued a policy of appeasement against a nation that had repeatedly harassed the Empire, renouncing the approach of stationing troops on the grasslands, and replacing the high pressure with appeasement, while attempting to weaken those prairie wolves defended by means of internal division.

Thirty years of hard work and good results. For thirty years, those heterosexuals have not had any insurgency.

But after Augustine VI's succession, he changed his course and applied a policy of high pressure on the opposite race. The result was finally to reunite the already divided opposite race. Twenty years ago, an insurgency was unleashed. The Empire organized 100,000 troops across the desert to requisition, costing nearly 10 million gold coins, killing and wounding almost half of the army, washing the meadows, finally calming the insurgency, and massacring 100,000 people, including prisoners of war and civilians, for demonstrations!

“In that war, the Empire spent nearly tens of millions of gold coins and lost tens of thousands of elite armies, many of them non-combat losses in the desert! And what did the Empire get? What I got was satisfied with my father's desire to conquer, but I didn't get even a gold coin from the fae, and I had a deep blood feud with him! There are now 20,000 troops stationed on the grasslands, whose principles are difficult to supply in the interior. To supply a 20,000 army across a desert, and to suppress the different races, they must also be expensive cavalry of all colors! It consumes almost ten times the size of an army! It's like a 20,000-strong local guard who spends an army every year! The Empire spends an extra year raising an army, but only to sustain this 20,000 troops! Sustained for so many years… military spending is a horrible number! ”

Upon hearing this, Dewey suddenly couldn't bear saying: “Unfortunately, if only once and for all...”

Prince Chen suddenly flashed a slight discoloration in his eyes and looked deeply at Dewey: “What are you talking about? ”

Dewey's face was cold, cold-blooded: "Twenty years ago, in the war, 100,000 people were slaughtered, and a deep vendetta was broken! In that case, why not, do not do, do not stop...” He raised his hand and made a single-handedly cut gesture, faintly: “That narrow grassland, the area is just the size of an empire province! How many different people can there be on the prairie? With a full score, you can have almost a million people. Of a million people, 300,000 strong men, excluding old and weak women and children, are the limit! Why not wipe out the grass once and for all? Hmm... Now that you've killed 100,000, then kill 900,000 more, it's not something you can't do! With the power of the Empire, another legion will be requisitioned, and those heretics will be completely exterminated, once and for all! Although it is expensive in the short term, it is also a poisonous tumor on the Empire to avoid frequent minor insurgencies in the future! ”

Prince Chen's heart is amazed... Where did this little teenager come from so harsh?!

“You're right.” Prince Chen smiled bitterly: “In that time, the father had the same meaning... hum, after all, the father was not confused, but he also knew that long pain was not as good as short pain. Although his methods and ideas were violent, if he did, even carrying the butcher's name would at least bring a permanent quiet northwest to the empire! It's just that it's the temple that's stopping him! Those god sticks, with their hearts tested, naturally do not want to see our royal seats steady! Humph, then suddenly the Pope entered the palace and talked to his father for one night, forcing his father to give in with doctrine... Humph! The Pope didn't show up when he had killed 100,000 people! Big revenge has been fought, but it has prevented my father from continuing! This is the most insidious thing to do! ”

Dewey nodded and thought: Naturally the temple will not see the royal tranquillity of the empire... leaving a Northwest inner, distracting place for the royal family, good for the temple nature. The contradiction between the Temple and the Empire is absolutely irreparable from the perspective of Dewey's previous life! How can the rivalry between theocracy and imperial power be combined?

“The plague of the Northwest, bury it! Twenty years have passed, each year spent one legion of military money, raising 20,000 people, spending countless military dollars... Hmm, but if the other side really wants to rebel, across a desert, the Empire's army cannot be rescued, that 20,000 people alone stationed, I'm afraid less than 10 days, will be eaten by the other side! Twenty years later, those interracial energies have been restored, and the outbreak of this unrest, I'm afraid, will be sooner or later!” Prince Chen sneered: “But now? With the power of the Empire, how long will the Empire last, once again, to expedite the desert and fight a war without gain? And the Northwest, at least, hasn't erupted yet... but now the biggest problem is in the Southern Ocean! ”

Mentioning the Southern Ocean, Dewey's spirit was vibrating. Because his father, Count Raymond, was promoted to the position of the current head of the military by leading the fleet on three expeditions to the South China Ocean.

“The opening of the Southern Ocean's route, the frequent expeditions of the Empire, was originally a great mistake! Humph, the sea route is difficult, the Southern Ocean is rich, but even fertile land cannot withstand such frequent harvests! In my calculations, the expedition to the Southern Ocean is not impossible, but it should be done at least once every seven or eight years! But now, a fleet expedition almost every two or three years… turned out to be a display of force, for which the Empire built a vast, almost wasteful navy! Humph... but to deal with those indigenous people in the Southern Ocean?! I calculated that twenty years ago, Lord Dewey, three expeditions led by your father, Count Raymond, would have maintained a balance between military spending and harvest. But in the last fifteen years, four more Southern Ocean expeditions have been carried out… especially the most recent, the imperial navy spent 16 million gold dollars on military spending, and the final harvest of the expedition was only so small that less than one million gold coins… the rich Southern Ocean waters have become barren! Those indigenous people have formed the United Kingdom far south, in distant southern waters, in a place that our Imperial Navy is difficult to reach… Alas, it is also a worry! Unfortunately, my father did not heed my advice, and recently carried out another expedition with great joy to satisfy his good fortune… recently forced the financial and financial resources to approve 3 million gold coins for the construction of giant ships. ”

Prince Chen frowned: “On this one unproductive expedition, this time at the cost of wasting the power of the Empire, the current finances of the Empire have reached an extremely dangerous level! The Empire needs to maintain nearly half a million local guards, a few main battle regiments headed by Storm Corps, a close guard corps of Emperor Du, and 20,000 heavily expensive garrisons in the northwest, military spending on naval expeditions... All this, combined with the great joy of my father, a grand triumphal ceremony every two or three years, a celebration... You may not know, for the issue of military spending, some of the commander's bosses are grieving their hair. ”

Dewey, reminiscing of her father's appearance at home this time, was indeed much older.

“Now that the local guards have begun to become partially self-sufficient, I know that several local guards in the South have not changed their weapons and equipment for three years! Even the elite Storm Corps receives only 60% of their military bills each year! The only one who can get the full amount of military spending is the Guardian Corps of Didu. The rest of the main battle regiments will only receive 56% of their military expenditures, and the rest will have to find their own way.” Prince Chen smiled bitterly, pointing to the ballroom behind him, and then pointing around: “Here, this place! Behind it are some military generals and commanders led by the Storm Regiment of the North! They also had to use this method to make money, otherwise it would not be enough! ”

Dewey was sighing, he had long felt many hidden dangers in the Empire, but did not expect that the situation had eroded to such a point!

Watching the banquet hall behind me, Li Singing and Dancing rose, the streets of Tidu still flourished every day, the roots of this huge empire, but it has quietly, no one knows slowly corroded!

“So I advise you never to do anything here.” Prince Chen smiled bitterly: “This place is to raise military money. If something goes wrong in this place, it is to offend the powerful generals of the military, to offend the Storm Legion, to offend several main battle Legions! Now, money is their root of life. If you touch someone's root of life, can they stop with you?! So, even I wouldn't be here to easily cause anything. ”

Dewey bowed shallow: “Thank you, Your Highness, for reminding me that I will remember your words… but I have some questions.” He looked up and looked directly at the prince: "There's a lot of stuff you and I were talking about, I'm afraid, about confidentiality? Your Highness is so upset with me, I really don't understand. What is it that I, Dewey, would like so much? ”

“Dewey.” Prince Chen looked at Dewey and said suddenly, “Will you be faithful to me? ”

Duvi snapped.

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