<=""></> In the palace, the emperor and the elders sat in front of the long table in order, having a banquet and drinking.
The fine wine on the table is a specialty of NAC, and the canned curry chicken nuggets and braised beef... are also NAC's specialties. But when it comes to the special delicacies in the wasteland, of course there are some. That plate of grilled mud crab roe exudes an alluring aroma. There are also those tofu-like violent bear brains. These are rare delicacies in the wasteland, and people without a certain status cannot eat them.
The materials in the inland are very rich, so rich that it is far beyond the imagination of Wanghai City on the coast.
During the banquet, the emperor and his ministers were all enjoying themselves while drinking and drinking.
"Your Majesty's plan is really wonderful," a bearded senator raised his glass and toasted to the emperor with a smile, "In this way, the NAC expeditionary force will definitely return without success, and those nasty mutant tribes will , and had to reconsider the relationship with us."
"That's right!"
"His Majesty the Emperor is so wise!"
"Hahaha, dear friends, please drink. This is the best beer purchased in Wanghai City. In order to celebrate the prosperity of the empire, we will get drunk today!" The emperor stood up and clinked glasses with the ministers who were toasting.
"Your Majesty said so!"
"Cheers to the Empire!"
"My lord, do it first out of respect!"
“…”
Looking at the attentive and flattering ministers in front of the long table, the emperor responded with a smile on the surface, but secretly sneered in his heart.
You old foxes, no one knows what you are thinking.
Of course, the clever plan of killing someone with a borrowed knife was not thought up by the emperor alone, but was a plan discussed by the Senate. At this time, the reason why these elders didn't say a word and offered this honor with both hands was just to please him before he handed over power.
The empire does not engage in hereditary rule, but only accommodating the system. There is one year left in the five-year term. Who will be the next emperor must be decided by him, the current emperor. As long as the Senate is not unanimously opposed, this is usually the candidate for the next emperor. Basically he is the "sage" he designated.
He was sitting among them back then, toasting the person sitting in his current position with the utmost flattery. In the second year after taking power, he never looked at the late emperor again.
In the empire, abdication is equivalent to retirement, being completely cut off from power, and not even having the chance to return to the Senate<="r>. Thinking that he still had a year left, the emperor felt a little melancholy, but he soon felt relieved.
At least for now, he is still the leader among thousands of people in this empire. Enjoying the compliments and support of powerful people.
The Grand Elder of the Senate personally poured him a glass of wine, and the emperor sipped it leisurely.
Just flattery at the banquet would be too boring, one of the senators suggested.
"How about we discuss the aftermath of the Gru tribe? We gave them too many privileges, and there are quite a few complaints among the lower classes."
"It doesn't matter, anyone who complains openly will be arrested."
"But this is not a long-term solution. Your Majesty might as well take this opportunity to take over the power of the Gru tribe." An elder suggested, carefully observing His Majesty's face.
"No! The Federation is eyeing our territory, and the NAC is far away. At this critical moment, we must unite the mutants. There are also cannibal tribes."
After three drinks, the atmosphere became lively, and all the elders expressed their opinions.
However, His Majesty the Emperor was not satisfied with the quarrel among the ministers. So he spoke.
"My dear friends, please be at peace. Today we will only talk about elegance and ignore state affairs. Let's drink and eat. Don't neglect this table full of delicacies."
"Haha, His Majesty said so!"
"That's it! Let's drink and eat!"
Several elders also helped to smooth things over and held the wine glasses with smiles.
While the emperor was holding the wine glass and was slightly drunk, a guard trotted into the banquet.
"Greetings to Your Majesty. I have something urgent to report." The guard kowtowed and said loudly.
The emperor couldn't help but frown slightly. But he still suppressed his temper and said in a deep voice. "What's the matter?"
"Reporting to Your Majesty, NAC has issued a declaration of war."
"Declaration of war? That's it? Got it, get out of here." The emperor waved his hand and said impatiently.
He had already expected that the NAC would go to war with the Gru tribe, and the information sent back by Xizuo had already confirmed his guess.
But I can't blame these servants. After all, how could these servants guess this vicious plan of killing people with a borrowed knife
The guard's expression was a little hesitant, and he knelt on the ground without getting up.
"Why aren't you leaving? Are you still waiting for His Majesty the Emperor to reward you with a piece of meat?" The senator sitting at the bottom looked at the guard and mocked.
He has the lowest status at this table and his official position is not high. He usually enjoys teasing the lower class. He picked up a half-eaten chicken leg with his chopsticks and threw it next to the guard.
There was a burst of laughter at the banquet table. Seeing that the people above were happy, the face of the last senator was also quite proud. He was laughing with a red face after drinking, which looked so funny.
The guard kneeling on the ground didn't pay attention to the laughter, gritted his teeth, and then reported: "Reporting to Your Majesty, NAC's declaration of war... not just against the Gru tribe, but against our entire empire" ;gt;.”
The laughter stopped during the dinner. The smile on the last elder's face will also appear on his face.
With a "bang" sound, the wine glass fell to the ground, breaking the silence at the table.
The emperor stood up suddenly and glared at the prostrate guard on the ground. The cold sweat that broke out immediately took away the drunkenness in his body. He tremblingly said, "You, what did you say?"
"The NAC declares war on the Empire."
There was an uproar at the table.
"You're lying, how could they declare war on the Gru tribe and our empire at the same time!"
"How arrogant! They only have a thousand people, and the supply line is still more than 600 kilometers away!"
"Send troops! Send troops! If you don't teach these arrogant country bumpkins a lesson, they will fight back if they rebel!" the old senator said angrily, blowing his beard and glaring.
"But that airship..." Some elders were hesitant.
"It's a joke. Such a huge empire is still afraid of one of their airships! With only a thousand soldiers, we can easily destroy them with just one regiment!"
"What about the Federation? What if they take the opportunity to attack us?"
There was a quarrel at the table, the emperor's face was blank, and his closed lips were ashen.
It's off now.
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At the same time, the NAC's military outpost, the Fireball-1 launch vehicle transported by airship, has assembled. Engineering robots transported bundles of rockets to the launch vehicle, and the artillery formation completed loading.
NAC soldiers formed neat formations outside the outpost, waiting for dispatch from the headquarters. The shiny mechanical exoskeleton exuded a permeating murderous aura, and the survivors in the market stared at it all in stunned silence.
A deafening whistling sound hit the air, and the Aurora-20, which had completed its bombing mission, switched to a vertical take-off and landing attitude and docked on the top of the airship.
Standing on the watchtower at the outpost, Jiang Chen squinted his eyes and inspected his troops. Standing next to him, Wang Zhaowu, the deputy captain, answered neatly.
"All fev virus production bases on the surface have been destroyed."
"Are there any targets underground?"
"Shelter No. 10, the birthplace of the Gru tribe." Wang Zhaowu replied.
"depth?"
"1000 meters."
Jiang Chen nodded.
The vast majority of mutants in the wasteland are sterile, and the culture tank for the Fev virus is their "eggs." As long as they are destroyed and the virus production data is deleted, the roots of these mutants will be cut off.
If His Majesty the Emperor of the Empire thinks that Jiang Chen only intends to teach those indifferent Gru tribe a lesson, then they are totally wrong.
When it comes to enemies, NAC has always had only one style.
That is to eliminate the root cause. (.)<=""><=""><="">