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    ? 130 days after the Imperial Mobilization Day on August 9, 1666, that is, the day the Magic Network was launched

    Rennie Central Square Public Anchor Point

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    The afternoon sun shone directly on Captain Nemen Solayton¡¯s face, making him a little uncomfortable having just come out of the dark underground.  He stretched his arms to make sure there was nothing wrong with the transmission.

    "There is really no application for positioning to the Lenny Center Teleportation Point. Is it a new mathematical transformation? It seems that mathematics has also improved a lot in the next two centuries."

    He took two steps forward, but suddenly heard nervous shouts and the sound of a gun collision.

    "Stop! Who are you and how can you use teleportation magic!"

    That was a sentry with a gun, staring nervously at him and the teleportation point, his eyes full of disbelief.

    Naimen hurriedly raised his hands to show that he was not hostile: "I am"

    The two sentries did not let him finish.  They simultaneously stared at the intimidatingly large medal on Naimen's chest and called out its name.

    "Chapter of Excellence." "Chapter of Excellence!"

    The second sentry hit the first sentry hard on the head: "Idiot! Those two are the only ones who can use magic now! Go and call the officers over, Captain Zhuo Zhuo is back!"

    Hearing this name, Naimen was stunned, and had a bad premonition in his heart.  He repeated it in a low voice to make sure he didn't hear a single syllable wrong.

    "Captain Excellence? Did you do anything wrong?"

    Another sentry was stunned, patted his head, and understood: "Oh, you haven't heard about it yet. When he heard the good news, Mr. Fox said, 'It seems that it is not only the saint who can save freedom, but also our outstanding captain.  Not bad'."

    Naimen held his forehead with his hand and felt weak: "If you must give someone a nickname please choose a better one, Mr. Fox. Don't use a nickname like the protagonist of a third-rate illustrated magazine.  ."

    "You should talk about this when you go to Lord Fox to ask for a fight. By the way, if you want to form a counterattack force, don't forget me, I will definitely sign up! The Emperor's army is not scary at all without magic support! We can destroy it  They can do it at any time, Your Excellency! Please lead us to fight back, Captain Excellence!"

    Listening to these words, Neimen realized that it was not just the MPs who were eager to stick to Lenny or even fight back.  A come-from-behind victory can bring such amazing morale that soldiers feel they can do anything.

    He used to feel the same way.  It was indeed possible to destroy the Emperor and the last of his troops by throwing all his forces into battle now.  At Jena, the Free Army smashed the vanguard of the northward force, and at Renny, the Free Army smashed the main group.  There are only two parts of the Imperial Army's final combat strength left, the Princess Fegota of Blenheim and the main force of the mixed cluster heading north.

    But now he knows that this is fragile speculation.  He has seen this scene several times, whether it is his own army, friendly army or enemy army.  A temporary surge in morale can only reverse the situation of the war temporarily, but it cannot be reversed forever.  Morale cannot be turned into ammunition, it cannot be turned into supplementary soldiers, and it cannot be turned into reinforcements for the entire regiment and battalion.

    "Speculation may not necessarily bring victory, it may bring greater disaster"

    The irony is that this truth was taught to him by the emperor.  Not everyone agrees with this.  This matter might be trickier than he thought before.

    Naimen Solayton responded casually: "I know. Unfortunately, the organization and strategy of the troops should be decided by more senior officers. I'm afraid it's beyond my control"

    "So that's what you're worried about." The sentry laughed, "You don't have to worry. You can count the remaining senior officers of the entire Lenny Army on two hands, and the staff officers are even rarer. It's your turn no matter what.  ."

    "Where are the senior officers?"

    "The Officer Reporting Office is in the foyer of the Parliament Building. All officers above lieutenant level and who have lost their organic status must report and confirm their identity first before returning to the army Of course you should not need to." The sentry glanced at the Medal of Excellence on his chest again.  After paying a military salute, he returned to his post to receive more broken soldiers walking slowly along the road.

    Naimen walked towards the crowded square.  The night before yesterday, there was singing and dancing here, and it was a peaceful scene.  Last night, Freedom Square was a fierce battleground of fire.  Now, uniforms of various colors are mixed together and their flags are not organized as per regulations.  At a glance, there were at least 10,000 people crowded in the square - when the number of people reached this level, it would be impossible to count them without a queue.

    Lieutenants and non-commissioned officers with the rank of temporary warrant officers were walking among the crowd, and from time to timeShouting the names of the troops and people, the scattered soldiers were reorganized.

    Whether it is the chaos of organization or the lack of officers, it is shocking.  Not wanting to get into trouble, Naimen barely covered the Medal of Excellence on his chest with his left hand, and walked towards the main entrance of the parliament building among the crowd.

    But he couldn¡¯t cover his epaulettes.  When he was about to reach the twenty-two steps of the parliament building, a lieutenant on guard at the top of the steps stopped him.

    "That captain over there, and the second lieutenant behind him, come here to register! You don't look like you still have an army. Officers who have lost their establishment have to be reassignedWait a minute, you are Nemen Sol.  Chief Layton! Stop blocking, we have all seen the Excellence Chapter!"

    The voice sounds familiar.  Naimen raised his head and saw the old-fashioned face of Second Lieutenant Garnier.

    This shout attracted everyone¡¯s attention.

    Naimen¡¯s head suddenly buzzed, and he felt that the eyes of everyone around him were focused on him.  People were talking about it, and the defeated soldiers who didn't know what was going on asked the people around them for details.

    "Naimen Solayton, who is that?" "It seems to be Captain Excellence?" "It's the guardian of the Saint, idiot!" "Ah, the legendary Saint of Liberty is here too, where is she?  ? I heard she is amazingly beautiful!" "Her escort officer must be a great guy too!" "Of course, the youngest medal of excellence in the history of the Free Army, the chief staff officer of the First Republic Division!" "I heard that as long as she is  The troops under his command can survive no matter what kind of defeat they face!"

    The old mercenary's expression changed, and he hurriedly pushed through the crowd and ran down the steps. He ignored the salute and took Naimen's hand and dragged him out of the crowd.  Behind them, the crazy free soldiers stretched out their hands to grab at them like zombies, almost tearing off Naimen's sleeves.

    After rushing to the top of the steps, the two of them were still breathing heavily in fear.

    "Sorry, sir, I didn't think well." The old mercenary apologized.

    "No, it doesn't matter. It's good if I can escape. I thought I would be torn into pieces." Naimen wiped his sweat, "Hey, the rank of lieutenant? Has he been promoted?"

    Sparri puffed up his chest: "Not just me, all of us have been promoted to the first-level temporary military rank. Our 'Acropolis' battalion was the first unit to rush back to the center, and it was also the unit that contributed the most to this victory.  . With the approval of Commander-in-Chief Fox, we are already an official *** battalion, sir."

    "Acropolis Battalion? It's another permanent establishment" Naimen felt more and more that the situation was changing rapidly, "So, you and Spary are both senior commanders of this battalion?"

    "He also serves as the deputy battalion commander of the ** Battalion of the Acropolis. Captain Rouge serves as the temporary battalion commander. Sir, the new staff must be reused. I'm afraid there will be no chance to command us. You just said that there is another permanent establishment.  What's the meaning?"

    Naimen nodded: "Ah, when I was in the Western General Army, I also formed a temporary army, which eventually became a permanent ** battalion. That army was called Operation."

    Garnier was speechless.  He actually didn't know the history and achievements of this cheap commander, and most of the stories that were spread were fabricated.  But compared with the facts, those fabricated stories turned out to be conservative.  In the entire Free Army, only the First Republic Division had a permanently established *** battalion. How could this captain and staff officer form two of them by himself?

    "You, you, how did you do itforget it, I'll ask again when I have time. Good operation, I'll remember it."

    Naimen didn¡¯t want to continue talking about this topic, so he changed the topic: ¡°Did you just say ¡®Commander-in-Chief Fox¡¯? Shouldn¡¯t the Commander-in-Chief of the Free Army be the Speaker of the United Parliament?¡±

    "Yes. Marshal Fox has resigned from the military, so it is impossible for him to return to active duty and serve as the only position of Marshal of the Free Army. Since the Speaker died in the chaos last night, after the provisional parliament voted, they unanimously agreed to Conti?  Fox, the former Free Army Marshal, assumes the position of Commander-in-Chief of all Free Army forces.¡±

    The old mercenary explained, "But no one cares much about these changes, but the legend of you and the saintly lady is very popular. You are now the hottest and most popular story about the relationship between men and women in the Free Army. Not only us, the Commander-in-Chief  The official also played a role, and everyone below has heard his two words."

    Naimen asked curiously: "Which two sentences?"

    Garnier was at a loss for words for a moment: "Uh I don't have much education, I don't remember"

    Another voice intervened to relieve him.  This sound is also very familiar to Naimen.

    "'When freedom is on the verge of danger, it is fortunate that the Saint is by its side. A hundred years from now, we will also thank the gods for this.' And 'It seems that it is not only the Saint who can save freedom, but also our outstanding captain.  Not bad'???Then, Captain Nemen Thorleyton, promoted to temporary major, please come and sign in with me.  "

    Lieutenant Spary, who interrupted, was sitting at the registration table nearby, holding two quills in his hands while writing two organizational documents - the top students of the military academy are truly extraordinary.

    Spary gathered all the clerical staff officers he could find, moved tables out of the parliament building, and established a staff clerical office at the top of the steps.  After he finished writing the piece on his right hand, he took out two pieces of paper from the bottom of the pile of documents and placed them on the table.

    "Sir, your registration document is a separate document. It was written down a long time ago after being asked by the Commander-in-Chief himself. This document belongs to Miss Lieutenant Saint, and no one knows her name. You can fill it out for her later"

    Naimen smiled bitterly and said, "I'm afraid she won't be able to report."

    The surrounding atmosphere suddenly fell into freezing point.  Seven or eight lieutenants jumped up from their seats at the same time, exclaiming and lamenting.  Seventy or eighty fists were clenched at the same time, and thirty or forty big men had tears in their eyes and were about to explode.

    Naimen realized that he was in trouble and hurriedly corrected: "No, no, you may have misunderstood. Her formation originally belonged to the second 'Intre' division, and now she rushes back to Intre through teleportation magic to treat her injuries."  . You know, she has broken arms and legs, and there is no way to treat her in Lenny"

    "Don't lie to us. How is this possible? Lenny's central positioning point on the other side of the ring fort has been destroyed! Sir, if you want to make up a white lie, please make it a little rounder."

    Even Spary dropped the quill in his hand, jumped up from his chair, and asked emotionally.

    "She has her own way of getting there." Naimen knew that he should not tell the truth about the "Pure Gold" private teleportation point, so he quickly defended loudly, "You think, she is someone who can block all Lenny's magic and defeat the main force by herself.  Legion, the person who reversed the entire war! This is all new magic or secret magic! For such a person, will she be affected by whether there is a problem with Lenny's location?"

    Everyone looked at each other, breathed a sigh of relief, and returned to their posts.  Neimen could hear their chatter.

    "It's great that the saint is not dead." "Should we call you the saint, sir? The lieutenant generals and major generals of the magic service headquarters also died in the battle. I think it would be good for the saint to take over." "Among the magic warfare officers  , who can defeat the entire main army of the Imperial Army by one person? The lieutenant general is too low, why should he be a general." "Maybe a marshal?" "There is only one field marshal, Claude Lopez of the Western General Army.  Your Excellency." "Yes, there is only one Field Marshal, but who says it must be Field Marshal? First of all, Field Marshal is a masculine word, we can have a feminine version, such as 'Female Field Marshal'. Or follow the practice of the Free Navy, they  There is an equivalent position, the first admiral of the navy, which is equivalent to our field marshal. Then Miss Saint can also be the 'first admiral of the magic army'"

    Then Naimen realized that in fact these people didn¡¯t care about him, the saint¡¯s follower.

    "Anyway, you haven't even met Annie a few times, and I haven't even kissed her"

    He thought with some mental imbalance as he walked into the parliament building.  The hall had been transformed into the staff's war room. He casually grabbed a second lieutenant and asked about the new unit he was going to.

    "I am the staff officer of Captain Neiman Solayton. I have already registered. Where is the staff of the Lenny Army reporting?"

    A voice came from the end of the hall: "Your word comes to me, Major Thorleyton."

    Nemen walked quickly past the tables piled with organized documents and approached the speaker's large armchair.  The door leading to the main hall of the parliament was tightly closed, but Naimen could still hear the passionate speeches coming from inside.  There was only one door between the Parliament and the Military Department, but it was not a good sign that this door was so closed, he thought.  The differences in views between the two sides are probably very serious.

    "You areMajor General McCash of the National Guardno, your Excellency, Lieutenant General."

    Recognizing that the other party was the one who awarded him the Medal of Excellence, Naimen quickly saluted and recognized the other party's military rank.

    McCash nodded in return, pulled a chair over with his own hands, asked him to sit down, and began to explain the current situation.

    "First of all, there are no more National Guards and Lenny's Army. After discussing with Commander-in-Chief Fox, we unified the Lenny's Army and the National Guard into the General Army of the South. Secondly, I am now a temporary lieutenant general  Among the three official commanders of the Freedom Division, two were killed in the line of duty and one is missing. Except for the lieutenant general of the 10th Division who defended the port in the Southern Third District, I am the second in command of the Southern General Army."

    "General Army of the South." Neimen keenly captured the meaning of this name and lowered his voice, "Does the Commander-in-Chief want to withdraw from Lenny?"

    McCash took the picture impatientlyClap your hands: "Don't act stupid. There's no one in this room who doesn't think so, and you must be the same."

    Naimen laughed awkwardly twice and nodded.

    The newly promoted lieutenant general shook his head and pointed to the side door on the other side: "Okay, stop chatting. Commander-in-Chief Fox has an order. Once Captain Nemen Solayton and Lieutenant Saint come back to report, they must immediately  See you. Where is that girl? I heard people in your army say that she is like a goddess of beauty descending to earth. I want to meet her too"

    Naimen skipped the second half of the question and focused on the first half: "What? I thought the commander-in-chief was fighting with those members in the parliament. He is not in there?"

    "Your Excellency Fox is very busy with military affairs. He has to direct various affairs of the Southern Army and has no time to get entangled with those hundred or so congressmen. I am also very busy." McCash smiled, "Of course, since you are here,  He'd probably be less busy. That's the art of dealing with parliament, and you'll learn it sooner or later."

    His implication was clear: only generals would deal with parliament.

    This hint brought some extra pressure to Naimen.  He said "Uh huh huh" a few times, said goodbye, left the combat department, and walked into the side door.

    But he was a little excited in his heart.  General - maybe it will be soon.

    He followed the road signs on the new post and soon found the original speaker's office - which is now the office of Commander-in-Chief Conti Fox.

    He knocked on the door three times: "Naymen? Captain Solayton is here to report."

    "Come in." A slightly old-sounding voice replied, "I've been waiting for you for a long time."

    Naimen opened the door and saw the old Marshal Conte Fox sitting behind the Speaker's desk with snow-white hair.  The change in the color of his hair and beard surprised Nemen: just yesterday morning when he was teleported back to Lenny, Conti Fox was still an old man with gray hair - now he has completely white hair.

    "Captain Naymen Solayton reporting to you, sir."

    "You came an hour later than I expected. I thought before that if you arrived immediately after hearing the summons, it meant you were probably just lucky. If you arrived one or two hours later than the summons, it meant you were lucky.  You have the talent to be a good combat consultant. If you arrived an hour ago, it means you can even be a good politician."

    The old man stared at Naimen with his hawk-like eyes.  Naimen pursed his lips tightly and said nothing, waiting for the Commander-in-Chief's next words.

    "And now there are two possibilities. One possibility is that you have analyzed a more critical deeper situation. The other possibility is that you encountered some unexpected events. Or both. No matter where it is  In each case, I would like to quote a sentence that was circulated in the military about twenty years ago to evaluate a person. It may be very applicable to you. "

    Naimen knew it was time for him to speak: "Excuse me, your Excellency, what will they say?"

    "If things continue like this, Nemen Solayton will one day become the Marshal of the Free Army. This is what I think too."

    Fox picked up a blue oriental porcelain bottle and poured the colorless liquid in the bottle into his own goblet.  The unfamiliar aroma of wine enveloped the entire room. Naimen sniffed twice, wiped his nose, and realized that this was neither red wine nor distilled liquor.

    "This is the wine of the original owner of this sentence, and I gave him a bottle. It's very good, with the flavor of a big eastern country. He said there are also flavors of small eastern countries, which are also very interesting. If I have the opportunity, I can try it -  ¨DOf course it¡¯s expensive.¡±

    Naimen asked tentatively: "Is this sentence originally used to describe Marshal Clad Lopez?"

    "Yes."

    Fox nodded.

    "However, this is actually not a good thing to say. You must know that this sentence was said nearly twenty years ago. It was this sentence that drove Krad away and made him a wandering mercenary commander.  official."

    Nai Men¡¯s breathing was stagnant.  Hearing these words, he couldn't help but think of Denika.

    "It is not necessarily a good thing for young people to be too sharpeven in this so-called 'free' country. No, it may be more excessive than in the empire. Gustav and his nobles can control the army in their twenties.  , and what about us?" Fox said with a wry smile, "Although in the end Krad still became the marshal he dreamed ofbut what price did he pay."

    Naimen didn¡¯t know how to answer the question for a moment, so he could only listen to the old marshal speaking slowly.

    ¡°You¡¯re kind of like him, but maybe even more extreme. You have extreme good luck and extreme bad luck at the same time. You take the worst of the situation and turn it around. I thought, ¡®Strong luck.¡¯ is indeed the best description of the situation.  Only at critical moments can a person's true nature be revealed.  Only in the most extreme circumstances can a person's nature be changed.  Are you the kind of person who keeps encountering these situations should I say bad luck or good luck?  "

    Fox stood up and found another crystal goblet from the cabinet on the side.  He poured another glass and poured it into Naimen.

    Naimen hurriedly waved his hands and declined: "Sir, I, I am on duty, so it is not convenient for me to drink."

    "Commander-in-Chief's order." Fox smiled, "Drink. Consider it a celebratory drink."

    As he spoke, the old man clinked his own cup with the cup in Naimen¡¯s hand.

    Naimen gritted his teeth, raised his head and drank the strange oriental wine.  The impact of this wine was so strong that he felt a rush of alcohol rush into his throat, like burning.

    "However, this sentence will not change. I firmly believe that I will not misjudge a person's ability and luck. Maybe I have to modify it a little. No matter how things go, Neimen Solayton will one day become the Marshal of the Free Army.  , or something of equivalent rank. To be honest, if I were twenty years younger, I would probably view you as one of the most dangerous elements in the Free Army."

    The old marshal said, seeming to be hinting at something. Naimen was shocked, but he couldn't grasp the point.

    "However, there must be many people who think so, even if the free countries are at their most dangerous. No, even if the free countries perish, you will still be in danger in our army. Every system and every society is  There are drawbacks, and when their dark side shows up, it¡¯s always darker than you imagine.¡±

    The old marshal said as he drank another drink.  Naimen looked at Fox's slightly drunken face and thought, "Kengler's Fox" is also old.  He aged so quickly that his beard and hair turned gray overnight due to the fighting.

    "You must be thinking now, am I already as old as a greedy and lustful old man? I should ask you where your beautiful saint lover is now, and consider whether there is an opportunity to kiss her, and at the same time consolidate my  Image.¡±

    Naimen was completely choked by the old marshal's unhesitating revelation of his concerns, and couldn't stop coughing.

    Fox smiled slightly, grabbed his hand, filled the glass again, and ordered without refusal: "Don't choke. Drink."

    Naimen drank another glass with a grimace, and now there was a fire burning in his stomach.

    "Don't look at me as I'm old. You should hate me now and regret why you were born in our country at such a young age. A heroic captain who is less than twenty years old It would be better if you were a heroic colonel who is forty years old.  "

    The old marshal sighed and shook his head at Naimen - maybe he didn't shake it, but he saw a double image, and he could no longer distinguish it.

    "We already have Claude Lopez on the northern front. He is an opponent that cannot be eliminated even with all the strength of the empire. He also has a very good deputy, what is his name? The one who is a councilor in Jurok is also a killer.  He is decisive in fighting, and his magic ability may be higher than that of Krad. His only weakness may be his lack of pressure resistance and difficulty in coping with real big situations. In any case, it is simply a fantasy for the empire to destroy the northern front where these two people have joined forces. Even if  Including the elves, they can only eliminate one of them at most. However, on the southern front and the newly established Southern General Army, I have no one to entrust. If you are a forty-year-old colonel, I can safely take care of this army.  I entrust the entire army to you But that's not possible. If the saint is here and uses her power, I can also entrust this army to you and her But it will take time. Even the saint needs at least six  Months to build her authority. Not enough time, too short, too short."

    The old marshal shook his head again.  There are more and more ghostings, thought Naimen.

    "The Battle of Lenny was a victory brought by you, yes. But what kind of victory was it? It was such a tragic victory. The entire city defense and Lenny's army were in a mess. If I were Gustavus, I would not wait until the day after tomorrow at the latest.  Almost tomorrow, the army will set foot on Lunni again, and this time, you will no longer have the advantage of the new magic attack. Am I right, Major Distinguished?"

    "That's right." Naimen burped, and then made a drunken request, "Uhcan you please stop calling me by such a nickname?"

    "Young man." The old marshal shook his head, "Okay, I know you want to give yourself a majestic nickname, such as 'Kengler Fox' or something like that, and spread it out. Believe me, you are old.  You will regret it later.¡±

    "Please tell me what we are going to do now. The saint you are talking about, that is, Lieutenant Sephiel, will leave Lenny soon for physical treatment in Intre, but before she leaves, she can still give  We offer great help. If there is anything we can doYes, please feel free to give the order.  "

    Konti patted his head: "Lieutenant Sephiel. Lieutenant Sephire. Sky blue crystal. I would forget the name of such a beautiful girl. I am really old. You mean, we really can't get powerful new magic the day after tomorrow.  support. I¡¯m afraid you can¡¯t provide the same level of magic support as her, right?¡±

    Naimen lowered his head in shame: "Yes. But I think I will be able to do it one day."

    "It's a good thing that young people are so confident, and it's a good thing that they are so eager for strength and power." The old marshal smiled again, "Then there is only one thing left for us to do. Get rid of the parliament.  "

    Naimen¡¯s eyes widened: ¡°Solution¡­Solve it?¡±

    "Don't get me wrong, I didn't mean to solve it by force." The commander-in-chief shook the bottle a few times and found that there was no more. He shrugged his shoulders in disappointment, "Tch, I thought it was a magic bottle. Really?  That's it. What I mean is, let's get Congress to pass the proposals we really want, rather than keep this cold war."

    Seeing that the old man finally got to the point, Naimen became excited: "Please tell me, what is the council discussing now? Should we retreat or hold on?"

    Fox coughed twice: "No, you are too optimistic. What they are discussing is whether to hold on or to counterattack."

    "What?!" Naimen's eyes widened in disbelief, "Are they all crazy?"

    "Of course they are not crazy, but they are very smart. You need to know some facts first, which will be useful to you in the future."

    Fox put his hand on a pile of documents on the table. "The number of members of the United Parliament is two hundred and twenty-one, fifty from each republic plus twenty from the Lenny District, and one speaker. Except twice a year.  In addition to the plenary meetings, we have always ensured that one-half of the MPs will be in the Rennie Union Parliament for daily legislative and political discussions. Now is the war period. We originally had more than 130 MPs, but after last night's rout  and riots, and now only ninety-seven people can come back, barely more than the minimum quorum of seventy-five people. That¡¯s why I was able to convene a temporary meeting and successfully become the commander-in-chief.¡±

    Naimen calculated these numbers - he suddenly understood the origin of the twenty-two steps in front of the parliament building.

    "but!"

    The commander-in-chief's tone suddenly became sharp.

    "Among the more than 130 people, there were originally about 60 or 70 people who had the idea of ??changing the government as soon as the emperor came. They all dreamed of becoming the new marquis and earl. Among the conservatives, this is almost open  Secret. And of course these people will not escape, nor will they die in battle-except for a few who were executed on the spot by us for treason."

    Naimen was stunned.

    "Sixty or seventyyou mean, the potential capitulationists actually accounted for a majority in the provisional parliament?"

    Fox nodded slowly: "Yes. However, under the current situation, they can no longer mention the word surrender. Instead, they must declare at the top of their lungs that they must counterattack. After such a long time, the two sides should be more and more vocal.  It's too high, and now we may have to capture the emperor alive and go straight to the Imperial Capital of Deland. Of course, if the war goes against us - which will happen sooner or later - they will also change their flag immediately. If we withdraw across the Metebisi River, they will  A puppet government will also be established for the emperor in Lunni.¡±

    This situation was much more complicated than Naimen had imagined before, and he suddenly discovered that every way he had imagined to reverse the decision could not solve all the problems.

    "We cannot risk a counterattack at great risk, and we have no guarantee of long-term defense. We cannot simply retreat, otherwise the retreat itself will be exploited by the empire. Are there any other countermeasures, Your Excellency? We really have a  Is it possible to withdraw the main force from Lunni without allowing the empire and speculators to take advantage of the plan here?¡±

    Conti Fox put down the bottle and stretched.

    "Originally, there was none, so I told them that the military affairs were busy. But your arrival brought a different plan. Let's set off, Major Nemen Solayton."

    He stood up and walked out the door.  Naimen speculated on the thoughts of the old marshal - no, the commander-in-chief - and followed him towards the parliament hall.

    "What do you want me to do, sir? I don't understand."

    "A man never steps into the same river twice." The commander-in-chief suddenly quoted a proverb, "You just need to cooperate with my actions. All the problems and obstacles you worry about will be solved, Major."

    Then, Conti Fox opened the closed door of the Provisional Parliament.

    "I'm sorry to interrupt you, but I have a new proposal to submit to all distinguished members."

      The entire venue fell silent, and the members of the Provisional Parliament stared at the commander-in-chief of all the Free Army with vigilant eyes, waiting for him to make his opening remarks.

    "The hero who saved Lenny has returned, and he needs his honor. I remember that the Assembly still has the last medal of excellence, and I want to ask you to take it out."

    Commander-in-Chief Fox put forward a proposal that had nothing to do with reversing the situation.  Amid the tsunami of applause and cheers from the congressmen, the newly appointed Major Nemen Soleton was stunned.
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