Western Continent, Canghong Empire (formerly Cangcui Empire).

From Han Ye's leadership in the north to Wanghai's leadership in the south, there were bright red notices posted on thousands of cities and towns in the empire's territory. Officers carrying the banners traveled and traveled through various fiefdoms, urging local governments to prepare for war.

Since the beginning of the year, the imperial etiquette officials of the empire conveyed the emperor's orders in various provinces and fiefs, mobilized public opinion, and told the poor that as long as they were war and only war, they could change their own destiny and obtain everything they wanted. Whether it was land, wealth, title, women, etc., war was launched not only for the empire, but also for everyone. As the people of the empire, they should use their swords to plow out the land they needed and complete the unfinished great cause in the past.

As a result, the entire country gradually fell into a fanatic atmosphere, and even if there were a few voices of opposition and stopping, they were immediately submerged by the vast ocean of the people.

"Do you nobles, do you think this will stop us? Do you think this will help you control your wealth and status forever?"

"I want to tell you that it will never be possible, and it is absolutely delusional." A man in dirty clothes stood on a high wooden box and shouted loudly at the luxurious building in front of him. Below him were groups of lower-class people, who shouted and responded to the man, and from time to time spoke some cursing slang and spit at the mansion in the rich area.

"We can use swords, guns, and blood to exchange for everything we want, instead of hiding in the high attic like you cowards, trembling, hahaha!" He smiled wildly, and a burst of laughter came from below.

"Well said."

"Give those nobles a good look, haha!"

The group of people stood arm around and looked at the aristocratic mansion with closed doors. The cheerful and proud expression could not be concealed.

On the third floor of the mansion, behind the glass window covered by the curtain, a girl about 18 years old quietly looked at the group of shirtless and dirty people below through the gap of the curtain. She retracted her head in fear and closed the curtain.

She took a few steps back and turned to the side, looked at the mother in the room, and asked timidly: "Mommy, this group of people feels so dangerous, why don't the guards drive them away?"

The lady sitting by the fireplace with lenses looking through fashion magazines raised her head, looked at her daughter, and said, "Let them go, in a few days, the group will be taken to the front line and will be quiet then."

"Really?"

"Well, when your father came back from get off work from the parliament yesterday, I heard him say that you should be patient for a while now. After all, His Majesty the Emperor needs these untouchables to expand our territory."

"But, isn't wars all the knights' business? I see that in those stories, heroes always charge forward." The noble girl in a lilac dress walked to her mother and sat down.

"Child, times have changed." The mother touched her daughter's blonde hair.

"The muskets are even more powerful now, and there are too many untouchables. It just so happened to consume a batch of them by fighting, so they wouldn't jump so randomly."

"The Royal Academy where your brother went to school is now teaching various tactics of using muskets. It is said that some teachers are officers who have experienced the Cold Star Fight."

"Are they officers from Clancia? I heard that they are so powerful, and they are all very handsome." The girl's eyes were full of curiosity.

"No, they were the officers of Hanshuang United. Although they failed, many of them were excellent, and they also brought musket-related technology to the empire." The mother shook her head and explained.

"His Majesty the Emperor values ​​this group of officers and mages very much, and has also allocated funds to establish colleges and factories, train officers and manufacture muskets."

"Is musket really that powerful? I heard from my classmates that an elf can easily shoot a musketman with a bow." The girl recalled what she saw in the school, and those elves were indeed powerful.

"I don't know this. Maybe there are too few elves. Besides, the long ears in the forest are not their own people after all." The mother flipped the pages.

"But don't you like elf's clothing and decorations very much?" The daughter looked at the colorful magazines in her mother's hand. Such things are not cheap. Each one costs an extraordinary gold coin, and the clothing and dressing in the magazine also have many elf styles.

"I like clothes and people. Just like the pure white cat you like to raise, if it eats on the same table as you one day, it will always feel awkward."

"Well, if it's a cat, as long as it doesn't eat what's on my plate, it won't mind that much..." The girl hesitated for a while and then replied.

"But what if it was the big black dog your brother raised."

"Absolutely not, it's too ugly, I don't want to eat with it."

"Hehehehehehehehehehehehe, so it's different after all. They are pets, and we are humans."

The mother smiled and touched her daughter's head. Such thoughts and thoughts are now very popular in the upper class of the empire. The people of the empire are noble and human beings are also great. Although the elves are very beautiful, they are ultimately outsiders of the old era and cannot be compared with human beings.

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Clancia, Apocalypse Fortress.

Under the blue sky, there is a golden field. The haystacks after wheat harvest are piled up into small squares, covering this vast field of vision.

On this gentle and empty land, a towering and majestic fortress stands on the earth, isolating the passage at the junction of mountains and seas.

On the fortress in the evening, the bricks and stones were still warm with the sunshine. Soldiers in armor stood straight on the city wall, looking into the east, and the golden morning star flags fluttered on the top of the tower, proclaiming the ownership of the fortress.

Since defeating the United Frost, the Apocalypse Fortress has also surrendered to Clancia. Currently, about 200,000 troops are stationed in the fortress, monitoring the fearful empire in the East.

On the tall tower in the fortress, a general was wearing heavy armor overlooking the golden field below.

"Has the food on the golden plain been harvested?" The general's voice was a little hoarse.

"The harvest is over, and the convoys are currently being transported back to the fortress." The adjutant on the side opened the paper book in his hand. These were the data reported recently.

"Is there any new news coming from Cangcui?"

"Report to the Lord, the first batch of new troops trained in Cangcui are heading south. After arriving at the Duke of Basca, it is estimated that it will be repaired for a while."

"So, they will launch an attack in the beginning of next spring." The general analyzed in a deep voice.

"But at this time, the empire had not yet been fully mobilized, and many local nobles were hindered, because the empire recruited troops, resulting in the reduction of their available labor..."

"No, you don't understand the personality of that emperor. He is not the kind of person who is stingy. With his personality, he will not wait until everything is done before he can act... Cough cough." The general shook his head, coughed a few more times, turned around, and another officer beside him hurriedly handed over the water.

After drinking, he moistened his throat before continuing.

"As long as there is a small victory, the emperor will make a big splash in the country, erect a group of examples, inspire the desires of those lower classes, carry public opinion, and sweep away the nobles who hinder conscription and war."

"And many little nobles will also be jealous of the huge benefits gained by the war. They will no longer unite and join in, and then their goal will be achieved."

"With the huge territory and population of the empire, it can mobilize soldiers and resources that far exceed ours. Once it is fully operational, it will become a bloodthirsty and terrifying mad lion. Therefore, you must be careful."

Just as several people were discussing, the sound of rapid footsteps came from the corridor next to each other, from far to near, and even the sound of metal armor rubbing could be clearly heard.

"Report to Lord Seg, there is a letter from Soland." An elite soldier from War Sequence 4 stood attentively and reported loudly.

"Take it."

"Yes!" The adjutant took the tightly packaged letter, quickly interpreted the secret words on it, and then handed the translated text and the original to General Seg.

Seger looked at the page in his hand and handed it to the people around him for a long time.

"The letter from Lord Pullman tells us that 100,000 Iron Cavalry from Falcon will come to support it recently and enhance the defense of the fortress."

"Did the Falcon send someone here at this time?" The few people present looked at each other and then started discussing.

"When we fought with Frost Rose 6 years ago, the Falcon was standing opposite him."

"Although they quit in time, it is still unknown whether they are trustworthy or not."

"Besides, the current rulers of the Falcon are still the same people as before."

"Because we took the team in time, we didn't have any good excuses to clean up the original rulers later."

"Ahem, just say it here. Don't talk nonsense outside. This is contrary to the teachings of Lord Sage." An officer pretended to cough and said.

"Of course this is clear. After all, they are all compatriots from the Seven Kingdoms of Xuehua, so they still have to talk about friendship." Several other generals answered, but looking at their expressions, it was probably a pity that it was a great opportunity at that time.

"The Holy Land has sent many people to the Falcon recently. It is said that all the scepter priests of the Star Track Palace have gone."

"What are you doing there?" asked a certain officer curiously.

"In the church, there are many people who worship His Highness Lorrain Hill now, and some even directly say that His Highness should be worshipped as the Seraph of the Lord's faith. And the priest of the scepter in the Star Track Palace is the leader of this group of people."

"For this purpose, he specially collected various quotes from His Highness from the past, and then wrote scriptures to spread them within the church. The Wing tribe in the Falcon Kingdom also has many relics and verbal inheritances, indicating that His Highness is the original angel on the murals of the past."

"If he was allowed to prove success, both were the same person and listed this scripture as a recognized scripture of the church, then His Highness would be directly sanctified and become the main faith of the church."

"In this way, all races in Clancia will be highly unified and all parties have a consensus that is recognized."

"That is, the Scarlet Singer of Fire, the Sage of Starlight and Miracle, the Archangel of Wind, the End and End of the Wind, His Highness Lorran Hill."
Chapter completed!