Chapter 266: meeting

Han Feng swept through the entire war room like a sickle when the door opened, and the general's accompanying chief of staff, Major Malo, limped in. He pulled down his scarf, revealing a short brown circle Face and face have been reddened by the cold.
"stand up!"
He shouted, and moved the metal prosthetic leg to make himself to the door. He was once overcast by the rebels in a counterinsurgency campaign.
On the premise of losing one leg, but he still commanded the troops to defeat the besieged rebels, so the name of "fake leg" Marlow spread throughout the imperial military circles.
The assembled people pushed the chair away from the long table of the conference and stood up.
General Prokhov walked in quickly and his upper body was tightly hidden by a white fur cloak.
He stomped to shake snow off his boots, and shook his hat for the same purpose.
"Everyone, take a rest!"
After a simple but sincere return, he strode straight to the fireplace in the room.
"While I'm warm and warm now, let's talk for yourself."
A small group of officers and command staff followed him into the house, all wishing that the farther away from the harsh cold wind, the better.
Then came the senior adviser of the Three Wizards, Valer, and his deputy, Boritov, who ran into the room like ghosts wrapped in shrouds and sealed the door behind them.
The newly arrived headquarters officers took off their hats and coats and hung them on the wall hooks, then sat down.
Soon General Prokhov became the only person in the room still wearing a coat and leather hat.
"I'd better take them off."
He muttered and rubbed his hands away from the warm fireplace.
"I guess no special cards are prepared here, are they? I really want to have a drink."
He effortlessly took off his coat to reveal the spotless bright red general uniform decorated with gold and white.
In fact, this body looks too luxurious on such occasions, but it is of excellent texture and warmth. This alone is enough for Prokhov to throw aside the frugality, just to add another layer of preciousness to the cold Protection.
Juskin stood up from the seat at the table, walked to a cupboard in the corner, and began to prepare a hot Futeka for the general.
"If possible, Colonel."
Prokhov blinked and chuckled:
"Come on, please add a few drops of warmth to my old man."
People laughed lightly, and several of them took out the small military water bottles from their pockets and handed them to Eugene, but the latter had already unscrewed his own.
General Prokhov saw him generously pour the high-intensity spirits into the glass.
Good boy, that dose must be a prank.
The war room was filled with buzzing voices of officers from various defense areas. People began to discuss the abnormalities that appeared in the northern sky a few days ago. After these words appeared, the atmosphere in the room began to become heavy.
It will be worse when I finish talking.
General Prokhov thought, and took the cup that Eugene sent.
"Thank you, Colonel, there's nothing like a hot drink at night, uh... especially with a few drops of liquid flame inside."
Eugene was grinning.
"Yes, sir."
When the hot drink warmed the stomach, Prokhov breathed out comfortably with a voice low enough to be covered up by the conversation.
"How about the new consultant, Colonel."
Eugene shrugged and said in a voice only a little louder than a whisper:
"It's too early to draw conclusions, at least that person looks like a fearless fighter, sir."
"There seem to be some problems between you?"
"Let me say that the two of us have little in common. The new consultant looks like a very proud person, a person with a well-known background and a well-educated person. I am sure that the good reputation of the Three Witch Club is not in vain, but it is to us The regiment is almost useless. You know the way I deal with arrogant people, sir."
"Perhaps you can warn him, Colonel, but you must not underestimate Erred. Senior consultant Varel thinks that his appointment to the regiment is a hot and troublesome thing. This person is a variable."
"Why do you say that, sir?"
"Warrior wanted another person, but the order was modified at the last minute."
"If this is true, sir..."
"Oh, my bet is that our new consultant has just recently set himself a powerful enemy."
After clearing his throat, he put a hand on the shoulder of a middle-aged officer and said:
"It's time to start, let everyone face me, Colonel."
"Soon, sir!"
Eugene nodded, then he turned to the crowded table and shouted:
"All attention! General Prokhov begins to speak now!"
Ushkin returned to his seat and sat down, while General Prokhov stood alone, glancing at his patient listeners.
There is no time to delay.
He admonished himself like this, and took a deep breath and began to describe the bad news he had just received...
When the general delivered the latest news, Eugene was glad that he was sitting, because he could hardly believe what he heard.
Prokhov's words made everyone stunned.
What a bad news, can only be described as such.
The capital of the empire, the eternal city that has never been captured, the queen of the city, Cusconal, was subjected to a betrayal by the arcanists and was destroyed by the attack from the sky.
The emperor they allied to was also lost in this attack.
And if the news itself is scary enough, the consequences are even worse.
The crown prince was crowned emperor by the Pope of the Sikaimen Church two days ago. He stayed for Horno I. He was also the first Emperor Kyonia to be crowned by the Western Pope after the millennium division.
This is undoubtedly a betrayal to many Eastern Khenians.
On the same day, the two princesses of the first emperor visited Jena, the holy city of the Kaimon Church, and the long princess Anna was crowned emperor and became the first empress of the dynasty. At the same time, the universal patriarch announced the removal of Honolulu's membership.
Contrary to each other, the Pope of the Sikaimen Church accused Anna of being a usurper, and Honorius I called on all the people who were loyal to the empire to fight against treason. EbookFREE.me The western provinces with the most influence of the Western Kaimon Church have fallen to Honolulu, while the eastern provinces with the largest influence of the Eastern Kaimon Church have announced their loyalty to the empress. Only a few areas like Axum have conquered later regions. No clear stance.
Now, this choice has become a problem before everyone, and Prokhov.
Because the Aksum region has been managed as a military border province for a long time, the military’s voice in this place is far greater than that of the local governor. Prokhov can control all cities and railways in the province as long as he wants.
The eldest son loyal to the emperor, a legal heir, or the eldest daughter loyal to the emperor, a heir who is not legal, but more in line with the tradition of the empire.
No one said anything, everyone was stunned by the sudden news.
"We have no choice."
In the end, it was Ushkin, who rarely spoke in the political field, spoke first.
"The Queen controlled Tyre, all our supplies came from there, and Green Skin was about to come. We couldn't let the homeland behind us be destroyed by the upper-level disputes. We are here, hoping to put those politics Throw the show to the big guys!"
"Kaimon is here! The empire is forever!"
The head of the Third Infantry Regiment stood up first and shouted loudly.
"Kaimon is here! The empire is forever!"
The officers stood up one after another, abandoning all prejudices and burying the ancient empire that had passed away with a passionate voice.
Seeing this, Prokhov secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Those prepared bullets were finally useless.
The next chapter begins with continuous high energy! Evil dog out of the cage