Chapter 651: War without gunpowder

Anthem Weir didn’t know whether Kylienia’s words were true or false. In case Congreve was really murdered by Surbaggio, Captain Tang had direct evidence in his hand and used it as an excuse to help his old friend Philips. Taking over "Aradele", he was also embarrassed to rush into battle, after all, the other party was right.
Henrietta knew that Kylenia's words were lying, for example, Captain Tang came to him to discuss business. Of course, he will not expose her lies. First, he had the first words when he communicated with Tang; second, he was anxious that Tang would get involved in Turanx United Kingdom politics in order to disrupt the layout of Hymn Will and alleviate the old-school forces. pressure;
What makes him strange is that after the "Aradère" incident, Tang did not contact him to discuss the next course of action. He only used Kylenia's mouth to tie the "Morning Star Casting" to the old-school forces, which is somewhat outdated. In the car.
He was very happy about it, but at a loss, he didn't know what the the kid was making.
Therefore, whether it is a lip spear or a tongue sword, it does not matter whether the hymn is a lip spear, or a tongue sword, it is a word of mouth or a pen. He used a set of Taijiquan, playing tricks of avoiding the real and the futility, using two or two strokes.
Sange Will hated it, but there was nothing to do.
If you send troops "Aradele" in a tough stance, you can defeat Captain Tang who has meddled in his internal affairs. Then Henrietta can also protect partners from being treated differently, supervising and investigating the whole story of the murder of Congreve, sending a fleet to "Aradère."
Bio-battleship cluster + "Aradère" Navy + Fleet sent by Henrietta vs his crusade fleet.
If something goes wrong in the middle and really fights, it will be fun to see.
However, when it comes to political struggles between the old faction and the new faction, the neutral nobles, who account for nearly 40% of the country's military strength, often choose to stand by. Until the two sides can completely separate the victory and defeat, the treacherous old foxes will never fall into their hands.
In the current environment where the old-school forces are declining. As long as he kills a few more old guys, Henrietta's camp will gradually weaken, and the new faction he represents will win out. Now it is unwise to fight with Henrietta + Tang Fang's combination, and no smart person would do it.
Hymn Will sits on the throne that symbolizes kingship. Looking down at the stone steps, Henrietta, Mellor, and his neighbor Drizzt.
The throne is high, wide, and majestic.
Twelve long silver swords, several meters high, are inserted obliquely on the back of the throne. In the center is a crystal prism, reflecting the chilling light under the light of the roof of the main hall.
It was designed by von Olipod, the founding king of the Turanx United Kingdom. Supervised and built, has been passed down to this day.
What's interesting is that His Majesty, sitting on such a throne, doesn't have any Kirkcraft Stewart's domineering and majestic, on the contrary, he looks very gloomy. Like a devil hiding in the shadows and watching the world coldly.
Seriously speaking, this is related to the experience of Sange Will and the latest chapter of the Super Soldier King about the situation in the Turanx United Kingdom.
He was the youngest son of the previous king. When he became king, the royal family considered that the new king who had just turned 33 was too young and did not have enough political experience and prestige. They were afraid that he could not suppress the nobles, so they decided to let Henrietta take the post. Regent. Assist Hymn Will to deal with national affairs, and wait for the new king to stabilize the foundation in the future, and then abdicate and delegate power.
But things like power are like drugs. It's addictive and can't stop.
When a person indulges in the ocean of power for too long, it will melt into the body, infect the soul, and be intertwined with life, regardless of each other. If you give it up. It is equivalent to giving up one's life.
Henrietta was also unavoidable, when he noticed that he was going further and further on the path of power. Mu Ran looked back, but found that there was no way out. Sange Will is pressing on with his long sword.
People can't help themselves in the arena, and so is the power field.
To survive for himself and for the people behind him, he can only lift the long sword and stand on the opposite side of Hymn Will, urging murderous intent and sword intent to engage in a life and death game.
Master duels are often a trick to determine the outcome. They lift up their energy, gather momentum, concentrate, and gather the power of the world, waiting to find the opponent's flaws and seal the throat with one sword.
Such a metaphor seems to be upright, but in fact, most political struggles are elusive, and they are the most nasty things in the world. Growing up in this dark environment and progressing in the shadow of Henrietta, one can imagine what kind of person Sange Will will become.
He will always have only one face.
This face is when I am happy, this face when I am sad, this face when I am nervous, and this face when I am at a loss... A face without any emotional color, so calm that no ripples can be seen, like ancient China The daughter-in-law who grew up under the picky parents-in-law.
He habitually suppresses all emotional fluctuations, including his colorful eyes. Although his royal robe is bright, with that eternal face, it clearly gives people a feeling of walking dead.
Gloomy is the main color of his life.
Harrington is a smart man, Surbaggio is a smart man, Krivana is a smart man...
There are few fools who can become the hottest figures in the power field, and as their king, Hymn Will is smarter than the smart.
He can see clearly the domestic situation as well as the international situation. He knew Henrietta's plan, and he could understand the minds of those great aristocrats who abide by neutrality.
"Uncle, I wonder if you have ever thought about such a question, which one would you choose between royal interests and personal interests?"
"Well... this question is a bit difficult. Uncle might as well think about it for a few more days, and it won't be too late to give me your answer when the joint council is held."
His eyes were still calm, and his expression was as hard as a piece of iron. He just got off the throne, walked out of the hall step by step, and headed towards the harem.
Drizzt walked out from the porch, folded his hands, his five fingers fastened his sleeves, bowed slightly at Henrietta and Mellor, and walked out of the hall, his figure squeezed under the eaves.
The wind stopped, and the moonlight spread on the water, driving the broken stars to the corner.
The long sword behind the throne dragged a phantom shadow on the floor, like a cage. It symbolizes power, but confines people's hearts.
Mellor slowly turned around and frowned slightly while looking in the direction of the throne. The eyes were filled with puzzlement.
There is a scar on his face, spreading from the left sideburn to the right sideburn, which looks a little scary.
As a noble prince, he has many ways to remove this ugly scar, but he does not. Because in his opinion, it is not a scar, but a medal.
It is bestowed by the Prince of Austria-Hungary of the Sauron Empire, using a sword called Hekati, the latest chapter of the Supreme Prodigal Immortal.
That is not an ordinary sword, because the caster is not a human being, perhaps a Ypsilon. Maybe not.
In any case, Mellor almost died under this sword.
But he did not die. It was the Austro-Hungarian Prince who died. Hekati also fell into his hands. There is also this scar that symbolizes honor and pride.
Henrietta inserted her stick into the card slot of the magnetic levitation chair. Drive out slowly. The fluorescent blue halo under the chair was reflected on the ground, exuding a faint light pattern.
The stone steps are not long, but the people who walked seem to be very long...at least Mellor thought it was very long.
"What does he mean by that sentence?"
Mellor is Henrietta's younger brother, the respected Royal Highness Prince Turanx of the United Kingdom, but he doesn't have extraordinary political thoughts. He prefers to fight openly and openly, with swords and swords, rather than playing tricks. Make life with blood and human head.
He is an authentic warrior, and he admires Turlamon the most. It's a pity that the two nephews and uncles are of the same mind.
Of course, Wu Ren does not mean foolishness. He could hear that Hymn Will's words had no deep meaning, but he didn't know the specific content, so he asked his brother humbly.
Henrietta raised her head and looked at the night sky, Tamil hung high, exuding the faint Yuehua without hesitation, and dispelling the cold air above the royal city. It makes people feel a touch of warmth.
The early spring has passed, and the days of blooming flowers will soon be ushered in. However, no matter how big the garden is, no matter how beautiful the flowers are. Across the thick blue tiles and heavy palace walls, you can always feel a little sad.
He gently stroked the handle of the cane, feeling a little bit cold.
"He found a reason to convince the joint council."
Mellor froze in place, until the magnetic levitation chair floated six or seven meters away, he hurried to catch up, and said with a sullen face: "Then why did he tell you? What does the last sentence mean?"
Henrietta was never a sentimental person, but today, I always feel that Tamil is a little sad. Those uneven moonlights are like sad tears from "her" eyes, warm, but with a bitter taste.
"Because I can't stop it."
He stretched out his withered hand, trying to catch those glories. Unfortunately, they were like shy little elves, scrambling to flee from that old hand, really a little confused.
The guards at the end of the stone steps stood motionless, letting the moonlight drag their backs very long, entwined with the water of the moat, and gently kissed the jumping stars.
"He is giving me an ultimatum, or he is forcing me to make a choice."
These two sentences can be regarded as answers to the previous question, but they are a long time apart, and the impatient Mellor frowned.
Henrietta continued: "He thinks I should use the time before the joint council to think hard about whether to choose to resist to the end, or to compromise and surrender, and give him the answer at that time."
Mellor's brows were darker, and there was a murderous intent in his eyes, without saying: "He thinks he can have the last laugh?"
The confrontation between the old and new forces in the Turanx United Kingdom has been going on for more than 20 years. Although the old forces have been deteriorating and declining in the past few years, the so-called centipede is dead but not stiff. If the battle is really opened, who will win the battle. Who is negative is still unknown.
"No." Henrietta said, "He has the capital to be proud."
"you sure?"
Henrietta nodded: "Hange Will...very good and mature."
Mellor looked at the faint corridor ahead with a solemn expression: "Then what should we do?"
"Surrender without killing... would you believe it?"
"If it is on the battlefield of the two armies, I believe in the rebirth of the ghost hand poison doctor." Mellor said: "If it is in the power field, I don't believe it."
Henrietta smiled and said, "I don't believe it either."
There is a kind of joke in this world that is very cold and makes people feel chilling--the conscience of capitalists, the promise of those in power.
Mellor is the one in power, and Henrietta is also in power. It is precisely because of the one in power that he understands the sinisterness better.
"I won't put the lives of myself and the people in the hands of others, and I won't..."
This is the first time Henrietta has shown excitement, perhaps because the two have melted into the darkness, there is no need to maintain that creepy calm. Choose to be a normal person.
Mellor asked, "How?"
"Watch the change."
"Watch the changes? Do nothing...is it really good?"
"We don't do it, it doesn't mean others don't do it."
The moon flower is like water, stretching far along the corridor in front of the Hall of the Palace, connecting with the city that never sleeps in front, blending movement and static. Complement each other.
"My gambling luck has always been good...I have confidence in him."
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When Henrietta and Mellor boarded the shuttle that was parked at the end of the long road, in a palace deep in the Hall of Kings, Drizzt stood with his hands down, and the dim rays of light intertwined waves on his face.
Change Will looked at the resolute middle-aged man on the big screen and said, "How long will it take to reach the capital?"
"Seven days...should be enough."
"I will order the Lionheart Independent Fleet Commander to prepare."
The middle-aged man on the big screen smiled. However, this didn't bring any warmth to the face, on the contrary it had a cold taste. Because with the killing intent deep in the eyes, it was more like the bloodthirsty smile of the butcher on the rainy night.
He is Turramon Olipod, one of the most respected brothers of Sange Will, and he is also a steadfast follower of His Majesty the King and a servant bathed in royal power.
Hymn Will said in a gossiping tone: "Do you still hate cockroaches so much?"
"Of course." Turramon said, "I prefer to crush them to death with my feet rather than pesticides. Did you know that the sound of the carapace bursting and body juice splashing is really charming."
"Your bad taste is really unacceptable."
"Believe me. Although it sounds disgusting, it feels really cool." Turramon said with a worried look: "Brother Wang, you should give it a try. It's good for you..."
His words are very euphemistic, which is extremely rare for a warrior with militaristic feelings. At least it shows that he cares about the shadow of hiding all day long, he is accustomed to restraining his minions, and is good at keeping a low profile.
In Turramon's view. As the prince of a country, he should live more chic, for example, like Duke Tripati, like the joy of the moon, like Kolkraf I, like nothing to kill for fun, or like Zaire? A Budul finds something nasty and fun like that.
Anthem Will smiled, so dry. So far-fetched, it didn't bring any anger to his calm face.
This face is a portrayal of his life for more than 20 years. Read the full text of the reborn poisonous daughter. Has become a habit, or a sign. It is as clear as the handwriting engraved on a stone tablet, and it can be changed at will, unless there is an opportunity.
Such an opportunity is not far away.
First of all, he needs Turramon to trample that pesky cockroach to death.
He felt that he already valued the cockroach. The Lionheart King Independent Fleet was one of the royal family's strongest combat powers. It was comparable to the Star Alliance Glory Legion and the Monya Empire Hydra Legion, and its combat power far exceeded the Hell Legion.
Using it to trample on a cockroach is naturally a very simple thing, as simple as drinking water and eating.
Yes, he thinks that Tang Fang...is a cockroach, just like Turramon said. If you step on it with your foot, you will hear the sound of the carapace bursting, and the sticky body juice will burst out. This feeling is pleasant.
It's just that he is accustomed to being low-key and accustomed to wearing a calm mask, which makes people unable to guess what he is thinking, whether it is anger, joy, or sadness.
The political situation of the Turanx United Kingdom is different from that of the Monya Empire and the Sulu Empire, creating a different temperament, or personality, of those in power.
Change Will never said before others how or how those two, but in his self-recognition, as long as he can regain the power that should belong to him from Henrietta, it is the greatest affirmation of his ability to govern. He fully surpassed the manifestations of Kirklaw Stewart, Zaire Abdul, Virginia Alexander and others.
And Tang Fang of "Morning Star Casting" is the biggest stepping stone in front of him!
Oh no...it's the last cockroach.
Turramon didn't know what Sange Will thought, even if the two were the closest, he couldn't see his heart through that face.
"Brother, I will meet you with that kid's head and let his name be a pearl that will decorate your crown of thorns."
Hymn Will nodded, glad Turramon said so.
"Before that, you have to meet with Halvin Cassam of the Lionheart Independent Fleet, and I'm going to convince the fencers."
A smile suddenly appeared on Turramon's iron-hard face. It was not beautiful, it had a vicious, or vicious smell.
"I think you should start with Tripatti. I heard that Captain Tang of'Morning Star Casting' is surrounded by a few great beauties who are all over the country. If you promise to that old pervert as a trophy, it should be easy to convince him. …After all, that is his life pursuit. Women, especially beautiful women, are even more important to him than Jiangshan."
"I remember that at a palace banquet, the old spoiled ghost said something like this after getting drunk~EbookFREE.me~ As long as the Galaxy Demon can be married to him for a night, I would rather spend half a duke as the price ."
It is hard to imagine that a guy who has always been hard-hearted and cold in front of outsiders would have such a vicious mind.
Only in front of Sange Will would he reveal the poisonous sting needle hidden behind the cloak.
Sange Will said: "How to convince those people, I have a plan, you don't have to worry about it."
"Wait for the good news from brother." Turramon leaned slightly, then disconnected the communication line.
The light of the big screen slowly narrowed, and the hall became dim. The moonlight leaked from the window lattices, spreading gently on the ground, demure and graceful.
Drizzt stood under the porch, his entire body melted into the shadow of the curtain.
"It's late at night, go to sleep."
Until the hymn of Will sounded, he bowed slightly and stepped back.
…………(To be continued)