The serf massacre that broke out in the border city of Koleboret, Gad Province in late December, as Boseman, who led the incident, attracted the attention of the top leaders of both sides a few days later. In the midst of winter, Elena and Ankenrein were both unintentional and had no ability to provoke a new border conflict because of this incident. However, this does not mean that both sides did not make any subsequent response to this matter.

"How did this boy named Sterling Boseman have a head? He still thinks that there are not enough people who die? He knows that the other side cares about those mud legs, but he is not satisfied with killing some on the border secretly. Do you have to take this matter to the table? Isn't this just causing trouble for me?"

In the judgment hall on the top of the Judgment Mage Tower, Ankenry cursed at Emperor Paul Gibson as he looked at the report on the table, and beside him, the empire prime minister Emil Irving and the Golden Lion Grand Duke Henry Claflyn stood straight and silent.

"I feel that the country is so difficult, I can't bear to see the villain breaking the country--"

Paul Gibson picked up the defense written by Sterling Boseman, who was attached to the report and laughed as he read it. He still put the report in front of Henry Claflyn.

"Look, this is the good thing you have raised! I worry about the country and the people, and I wish I could lead my troops into Ailena tomorrow and fight Gastenth face to face, which is considered to save the country and the people!"

"His Majesty calms down—"

Henry Claflin bowed deeply and then picked up the report, but did not read it. "Although this time was an incident outside the plan, it also gave us a good excuse to test the bottom line on the other side. Even if Gastenth wanted to get angry, we could still refuse this. This was the boy below who was reckless and impulsive, not our subjective intention. If we really can't escape, hand over Boseman and the soldiers who were carrying out the mission at that time, we should be able to buy peace with our lives. Good and bad will not have much impact on the overall situation of our country."

"Indeed, your Majesty," Emil also added, "It has been a week since the border massacre. The opponent did not make any noise except sending someone to send a message. Their border defenders at that time were just a few dozen meters away from the checkpoint where Boseman created the massacre. At that time, there was no reaction from the opponent, and he didn't even shoot a shot. Judging from our estimates, the opponent did not seem to want to make too much noise or take advantage of the situation."

"A letter?"

Paul Gibson snorted, walked to his desk and picked up a piece of paper, and read it word by word.

"The serfs in the world are all family. Killing serfs is to kill my brothers. I hope you can do it yourself and don't miss the country's fate!"

After reading it, Paul Gibson threw the letter in his hand twice, "You call this thing a letter? I think it's better to call it an ultimatum? It's like slapping me in the face. How can you bear it?"

"Your Majesty—" Henry Claflyn bowed again, "The letter was just a letter. Although the tone was harsh, it did not make specific requests or handed over the prisoners. There was a lot of room for maneuver. Moreover, after Phelas Nafle said, their intelligence showed that there was no signal that Elena had entered a state of war readiness because of this incident. Those people were still building houses and building roads, which was no different from before."

Paul Gibson stopped talking, snorted again and sat down.

"Emir, tell me what to do."

"Your Majesty", Emil Irving thought for a few seconds and proposed a plan that had been prepared, "removed Boseman's military post, punished the army forty, eliminated his baron's title, and informed Elena of this handling opinion. At the same time, we can make appropriate concessions in the trade negotiations with Elena to reduce the tax rate on the steam engines they planned to export."

"Lovelyn, what do you think?"

Paul Gibson did not respond to Emile Irving's suggestion, but looked at Claflynn.

"Your Majesty, I agree with Prime Minister Emil's opinion. However, regarding the current issue of serfs running away from the border, I think it should be strictly controlled. Now many local nobles have reported that local serfs do not listen much to them, and flee the border, and riots occur from time to time. If we are too weak when dealing with this matter, it is likely to aggravate the sentiment of serfs in China and we have to be careful."

"Your Majesty, this matter is actually not difficult to deal with." Emil Irving bowed again, "Control the serfs to escape from the border, focus on second-level cities relatively far away from the border, solve internally to prevent them from escaping to border cities, and reduce the occurrence of sensitive incidents similar to the Boseman massacre. At the same time, it is not advisable to promote Boseman's handling too much, as long as the other party is satisfied, so as not to lose the morale of the soldiers."

Paul Gibson nodded, but did not express his opinion on the suggestions of the two ministers, but talked about Boseman.

"Although Boseman is reckless, his heart is on our Ankenrien. If the punishment for the Forty Army Staff is killed, it will be a pity."

After hearing this, Emil Irving immediately understood the emperor's meaning. Obviously, what Boseman did was exactly what His Majesty the Emperor wanted to do. Killing escaped slaves to establish authority can not only intimidate those serfs who want to escape, but also test the bottom line on the other side, but will not involve the emperor himself. No wonder Paul Gibson just now did not mention how to deal with Boseman. It turns out that the root cause is here.

Thinking of this, Emil thought for a moment and turned his head to Henry Claflyn.

"Grand Lion Grand Duke, I think this Boseman is just fighting forty military rods, which is too cheap for him. I heard that although Roninger has calmed down recently, riots have occurred and the situation is not optimistic. Why would he be sent there, maybe he will be beaten to death one day, which is also an explanation."

Henry Claflyn shook his eyes and immediately understood. Although Emile verbally thought that the punishment he had given to Boseman was too light, his suggestion was to criticize him. After Roninger was pacified, the suppression army there was clearing the local rebel forces, with great discretion and dealing with old local aristocrats, and the fuel was very rich. As for the riots and riots that Emile mentioned, as long as the commander was not too stupid, he was not worried. Emile's statement was obviously to cater to His Majesty the Emperor's mind and wanted to protect Boseman.

"Yes, if there are only forty military rods, it is indeed difficult to convince the public. And if he is left at the border of Ailena, it is difficult to guarantee that there will be any more chaos. Now the situation of Roninger suppressing the army is severe, and there are many casualties. Send him over to bet on his life, and he will be demoted to another level, and be punished for three years. The military rod is still hit forty, which should be a warning to others and eliminate future troubles!"

"Grand Lion Grand Duke, I have heard of this military staff. If you don't say hello, you can kill someone with twenty staff. If you say hello, a hundred staff will be just a tickle on your skin. Your subordinates must be kept under strict supervision. You must not let Boseman find connections, escape this punishment, and lose our majesty!"

As soon as Emil heard Henry's reply, he knew that he understood what he meant. In order not to let His Majesty misunderstand, he added these two sentences, which were clearly supervisory, but actually reminding the emperor that as long as these forty military staff were handled properly, Boseman would not be injured in the slightest.

"Well, that's it. We should deal with such people strictly!"

Paul Gibson was obviously satisfied with Emile's suggestion. He nodded, thought for a while, and added another sentence.

"If we pursue the other side, we will still have to hand over Boseman's people. Grand Duke Claflin, please prepare for this."

“That’s natural.”

Henry Claflyn nodded and then fell silent. His Majesty the Emperor sat at his desk, looking at the report from the First Legion on the table, pondering for a long time.

"As for the issue of escaped slaves, let's do it according to Emile's advice. These things will die if they die. Don't cause trouble for us."

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Shortly after the senior officials of Ankenriin discussed the Boseman massacre, the Elena Council once again put the matter on the table.

"There are strong calls in the base area to save Ankenryin serfs. Many people hope that we can severely punish the Sterling Boseman who slaughtered more than 600 serfs. Some people hope that we can send troops to Ankenryin and completely liberate Ankenryin."

Speaking of this, Binbo Bobluf closed his notebook, "After all, the latter is still a minority. The middle and senior management and the elderly in the base area know our current situation. Most of the people who advocate sending troops are newcomers who joined the base area after the Defense War. They also think you are a great magician and feel that you can send troops at will, so they are a little radical."

"This is understandable, but you cannot blindly follow. Before the enemy makes it clear that I am indeed not a magician, every minute and every second must be used to develop rapidly. Our time window is very precious. Now, every more reserve, we will have more chances of winning in the future."

Gastens nodded at everyone and looked at Ivan again.

"The people's calls are not bad for the time being. Guiding it should be the driving force for our economic development. The military's thoughts must be paid attention to, Ivan, let's talk about it."

"Okay," Ivan sat upright and opened the book. "The dual-track grassroots command system of our instructor and company commander who were promoted in the early stage is very useful, and they collect the ideological dynamics of the soldiers very well. Most of the soldiers are very disgusted with the enemy's massacre this time, and hope that we can take corresponding measures. However, most of the soldiers accepted and admitted that our main task is still to develop now. As long as a very small number of soldiers advocated taking military action immediately."

"Yeah, it's okay to have a stable mind. We must take action on this matter, but large-scale military operations are impossible. We must continue to strengthen the guidance of the soldiers' thoughts and always pay attention to everyone's emotional changes. The thinking of the military system must be stable."

Ivan nodded and asked again.

"Boss, then what should we do? I can't swallow this tone myself. Killing nearly 600 serfs in front of our soldiers is a very evil crime! Are you going to kill that Boseman?"

"We discuss this matter privately," Gastens looked at the several members present, "It is related to military secrets, please understand."

The deliberative committee members of the non-military system nodded one after another, and their professions were specialized, and the counter-intervention work in the base area was under great pressure recently, so they did not want to cause trouble.

"What is Ankenryin's attitude?" Gastens threw the problem to Sink again.

"They intend to send Boseman to Roninger to suppress the local military and civilians, and demoted the military to a level of rank and had a forty-six stick. It is said that His Majesty the Emperor admired him very much and did not want to kill him."

"That military stick forty is probably just a show. This matter will be made in our column in "Fluorite" released by Ankenryin, so as to popularize the emperor's thoughts and let Ankenryin's revolutionary brothers know what their emperor is."

"clear."

Sinke nodded and wrote a few strokes on the notebook.

"This matter is here for the time being. Everyone knows that the letter I sent to the emperor before is actually an empty city plan, and it seems that the opposite side has not seen through it. After the Boseman Massacre, there will probably be fewer serfs who fled the border, but now our base area has a large population, so it should not be a big problem to meet the next stage of development. When the spring next year begins, we must do a good job in food security. We strive to spend a year to make the complete industrial and agricultural system of the entire base area run."

Gastens said while recording the other committee members. After he said that, he looked at everyone, confirmed that there was nothing else, and announced the end of the meeting. After the meeting, he called Ivan.

"Boss, what should you do? How do you plan to kill that Boseman?"

Ivan was obviously waiting for Gastens. Eddie Warren, who was in charge of the militia, walked behind the two and listened to Gastens's answer with all his attention.

"I already have an idea about this matter," Gastenth's pace was very fast. "How is the Alpha troops training? Are there any useful soldiers?"

As soon as he heard the Alpha troops, Ivan understood instantly. He clapped his hands hard, and his joy was beyond words, "Yes, Alpha troops! I just thought they might be useful. After training for three months, they have been performing well, and more than half of the people who have reached the requirements or even exceeded the requirements. Boss, we are fine no matter how you want to use it!"

"How many?" Gastens was also a little surprised. He decided to establish the Alpha troops, but he himself was also surprised at the growth rate of this troops. You must know that it is not that easy for these uneducated farmers to become qualified Alpha troops.

"Yes, boss, give the order!"

Ivan was very excited and eager to try. Gastens saw him and chuckled twice.
Chapter completed!