My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 240: Alexander the Pure Men

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“Bastard!!” Throughout the day the roar roared over the entire palace, the pottery jar was crushed to pieces, and the delicious fragrance of the delicious wine poured out of it, but no one cared about the jar, and everyone's eyes were tight on the rare angry Ironman, Alexander, speaking in Latin -- Iskandar!

Iskandar, up to two meters and two feet tall, will lift Guro, only one meter and seventy-eight, with no pressure: "Do you know what you're doing!? ”

“Yes, Your Majesty, I am disturbing His Majesty's interest.” Guro's face remains unchanged, not a word to mention: “But you are irresponsible in doing so. ”

“What!” Alexander's face burst with blue stripes, such a bold protégé he had never seen before.

“Allow me to say, Your Majesty, that the Prince of Camelot, Keiral_Etok, is no worse than the man of His Majesty, who is only the best choice for His Majesty if he chokes in the cradle," if he grows up without knowing how much it costs to choke each other.

“…” Alexander the bull opened his eyes and could not help but slap the calm face and revive his words.

“Your Majesty, I feel a heavy responsibility towards Guro.” The words of Aristotle, the rare wise man of Macedonia and the teacher of Alexandria, who is now the right-hand man of the Macedonian Empire, are of course very important.

“Oh?!” Alexander let go of the other party, it was just an angry act, and now he can't naturally do something that disqualified with a little calm.

“His Majesty, his actions are good, but unworthy as a prince!” Aristotle, as an elderly man with a steady face, did not become old because of years of hard work, but, at the age of 45, he began to teach his apprentice at the age of twenty, and, like Kerall, Tao Li, who did great work for Macedonia. Twenty-five years later, he finally had a place in the highest authority in Macedonia, which was a success.

But years of high speed running his brain, often neglecting nutritional intake at a young age, he was unable to stop his teenage age age despite having a father as a court doctor.

Although he was only forty-five years old, he was already like an old man of sixty years: “He disqualified himself as a prince, he made decisions for His Majesty without authorization, he disqualified as a prince, please punish His Majesty heavily, this precedent must not be set!” Aristotle knelt on his knees and said out loud on the ground.

Irrespective of the right or wrong, politically speaking, the other party is itself guilty of a taboo, as if it were absolutely imperative as a national leader, a disobedient military machine and an unobedient intelligence agency, even acting on its behalf.

The FBI can't last forever, the president depends on their faces, but Roosevelt will not survive the creation of the CIA, and the right to reach out to the FBI all over the world is completely overwhelmed. To date, the world's most powerful intelligence agency has been completely reduced to just a higher ranking (or even worse) detective like the Chinese Armed Police Force than the police.

Pathetic.

And in the face of Alexander, this organization called [Hassan], while faithful and praiseworthy, as a member of the decision-making hierarchy, they failed so much! The understanding of politics is too childish!

Aristotle sighed in her heart, too childish but praiseworthy of loyalty.

“Orders that Carlo now remove you as Chief Hassan and be replaced by a second leader, removing all positions from Carlo and dividing him as a civilian!” Alexander said with a big face.

“…" Carlo bowed silently to Alexander and slowly walked out of the palace in the eyes of all, with endless cool in the shadow.

“Chief.” At the entrance of the palace, a woman with a mask asked with a voice of anxiety.

“Isn't that something you already knew?” Carlo asked with a relaxed smile.

“…” she lowered her head deeply, kneeling to Karo.

Carlo pulled the dagger out of his boot, then heavily inserted it over his chest and pulled it out while he still had the strength.

Blood was poured out of the ground violently, huge amounts of blood were pressed out of the heart, which lasted for more than a decade and slowly became smaller after staining the entire palace gate with red, losing the strength of the body weight on the ground.

In the mask, tears finally came out.

“Leader.” The woman swallowed.

With a little weeping, she walked into the lobby as Hassan's second generation leader: "Your Majesty, the first leader has made his own choices in front of the palace gate. ”

Macedonian dynasty vibrated.

“Alas...” His throat trembled for a long time. Alexander just sighed. He could see a little bit of his calculation after Carlo died. This is a bitter meat plan!

Killing Keiral, while good, can't kill, can also prove their loyalty to [Hassan] who just joined Macedonia, and his death is simpler. Whether Keiral dies or not, the assassination captain who made the decision without authorization is definitely going to die, with the will to die!

You idiot! Alexander sighed and cursed in his stomach. Can't Alexander really tolerate your little decision? A principled mistake can only happen after two or three years of precipitation? This idiot is actually dead...

Alexander's low voice slowly spewed out: “Seal Carlo as Hasanx, buried in Greece. ”

At that time, Macedonia, with Macedonia as its capital, attached great importance to Greece as if it were the birthplace of civilization, buried in Greece equal to the importance it attached to Carlo, and the title Hasanks represented a recognition of loyalty to Hassan's entire organization and a great step forward for the Hassans to be transferred from Persia. Very exciting. Carlo's purpose, accomplished.

“Yes." The excited woman knelt down under the throne, bowing slowly and retreating, before leaving, Alexander sighed softly: “Alas, I lost a right arm on my left. ”

She just feels hot and bloody and doesn't care if His Majesty dies instantly.

“My condolences, Your Majesty.” Aristotle bowed and said that he was sorry and guilty of forcing such a man to die, but that was in no way a reason for His Majesty to stop walking, and where was Alexander so dismayed?

“Well," Alexander quickly regained his tiger-like momentum during the week: “Teacher, let's talk about how to defeat Camelot.” Alexander said with excitement.

“Lift it up.” He called to the guard behind him.

There was a group of guards walking in with huge maps, just preliminary maps made by Hassan, which made Alexander realize the importance of Hassan.

Although the level is not comparable to that of the map Kerall made, and the quality is sand added to the water, the bottom is dirt, thick sand beds go up, higher peaks are high sand piles, lower peaks are low sand piles, and then trees plug in grass, rivers or water dig a little trench, so that the map of Europe as a whole is slowly and coarsely outlined, giving Alexander a rough plan.

“Teacher, look at us crush Gilgamesh from above, Isley. If we destroy Carthage below, can we wipe out Romania?” Alexander pointed to a line and asked that all four of his generals gather beside the sand to look at Alexander's plan.

Alexander's implementation of the idea of not sending troops except guards, in addition to defending the 150,000 elite troops of the capital, even Greece simply wants to sincerely stationed 20,000 people, which is absolute confidence in itself, even if you attack my country, you can strike your country back and even hit your nest.

Alexander's greatest weapon of easy conquest of any country and nation is the high degree of free autonomy of the territory and the equal treatment accorded to all peoples, which is also what people want.

“Your Majesty, your plan is good, but you have forgotten two things.” Aristotle squeezed his eyes and a glimmer of wisdom flashed through his eyes, but were blinded by squeezed eyes: "Romania's response to your siege, and Camelot's expansion...”

“Hahahahahahaha...” Alexander Haumai's smile rang in the palace lobby, and he had a brilliant confident look on his face: "Romania or something, just smash it! ”

“Just Camelot...” Alexander's face gave a serious expression: “In the words of that man... it is true that I will probably respond very well in my actions? But bravery is the pride of a Macedonian man!” Alexander clapped his chest and shouted loudly.

“Ha!” all four later became kings and led their respective empires to the glorious leaders with a row of big breasts to drink.

“Oh…” Aristotle looked at Alexander and did not pay too much attention to Camelot. Not that a few of the countries he spoke of were too weak, but that his majesty, Alexander, was too powerful!

That's enough!

“Aristotle.” When Alexander changed his name from teacher to teacher, it was when he had business.

“Yes, Your Majesty.” He caressed his chest and responded.

“Do we have enough food? ”

“No, only three months of large-scale corps operations can be supported. ”

“Three months… a little short. It's impossible to implement the plan. Don't move this year.”

“Yes,”

“What about the people? ”

“Because your constant victories have been very exciting and inspiring to the people. ”

“Very good.”

“Until next fall, when spring is over, beat them!” Alexander punched himself in the sand and drank.

“Drink!” The four generals drank with excitement. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com), and your support is my biggest motivation.)