For the next few days, the weather was calm, and Heiliu City continued to prosper as usual. The construction of Wolf City is coming to an end, several mines have been initially built, and a large amount of ore has begun to be produced. The large-scale cargo floating fleet to and from Heiliu City has changed from once a month in the past to three times a month.
Near the original werewolf territory, not only black stones and black crystals were discovered, but also several metal veins, including a large number of weapon-grade metals used in high-strength alloys, and a variety of rare elements with strategic value.
With these kinds of resources, it is even possible to build a workshop dedicated to the production of original force gun barrels on the spot. And Song Zining planned to do just that. Since ten months, large-scale equipment has been sent to Wolf City, and four of the power towers alone have been transported.
In the past few days, Song Zining had nothing to do except go to the office to read the battle report. He sipped tea and read books every day, and occasionally played a game of chess with Nanhua. He lived a leisurely life like a fairy. Perhaps it was because the days were easy, but Song Zining's complexion improved significantly, and that handsome face began to have a radiant glow again.
Nan Hua was by Song Zining's side almost all the time, reading books, playing chess with him, and even trimming the flowers and plants in the yard. When the time comes, she will cook herself and make some porridge and side dishes. She was born as a princess, her culinary skills are obvious, and she is not very good. However, Song Zining, who was used to eating delicious food from all over the empire, was not picky. He ate it all with great interest every time, and would discuss with Nan Hua how to make clear porridge fragrant and how to make pickles a delicacy on the table.
For Nanhua, such a day is like a dream.
Nanhua hesitated to speak several times, but when Song Zining noticed and asked about it, she would talk about it again and again, changing the topic. Song Zining has encountered this kind of situation quite often. The flirtatious Qi Shao is always surrounded by beauties, not to mention spending several days with any girl day and night, even spending a complete night is rare. Seventh Young Master likes to sleep alone, and it has already spread in the circle of noble ladies.
So whenever Qi Shao was particularly nice to a certain girl, that girl would become very unnatural, and Nan Hua seemed to be the same, so Qi Shao didn't care too much.
If so, several more days passed, and Song Zining finally packed his bags, left for two days, and then returned to Heiliu to continue waiting.
In the past two days, he was finally a little worried, and checked all the arrangements again to confirm that everything was ready before returning to Heiliu. With his usual rigorous methods, there is actually no need to re-examine. Doing so will easily reveal the secrets. But Song Zining was always a little restless, but he didn't know the reason, so he couldn't help but check it again.
Back at his own residence, Nanhua quickly prepared refreshments for him. Song Zining sat under the tree, picked up a cup of tea, and sipped slowly, his thoughts had already flown to the distant Twilight Continent.
"What are you thinking?" Nan Hua asked.
Song Zining smiled slightly and said, "It's nothing. But the tea is a bit overcooked."
"Ah, then I'll make another pot."
Song Zining raised his hand to stop her, and said with a smile, "No, that's fine."
Nan Hua looked at him with complicated eyes, hesitated to speak, and finally sighed faintly.
Song Zining smiled at her as a gesture of comfort, but in fact his mind was already on the Twilight Continent. In his mind, a virtual Twilight Continent had formed. Yetong had just rushed out from the dark area in the center, and behind him were a large number of pursuers, many of whom were strong.
Yetong fled according to the predetermined route, and along the way, reinforcements deployed in advance were constantly activated, intercepting, misleading, and diverting the pursuers layer by layer, covering Yetong to escape to the edge of the continent, and escaped from Twilight on the reserved high-speed airship.
Over the past few days, Song Zining has gone through this plan hundreds of thousands of times in his mind. Every detail, down to the activities of every hidden child, and various variables are clearly engraved in his heart. It was in this extremely boring meditation that Song Zining made up for all imaginable loopholes bit by bit, imagined all changes, and envisioned a remedy for each change.
This is the reality under the appearance of the future army's inexhaustible strategy. Ever since Huangquan training camp, Song Zining has understood that talent only provides a ladder to go up, and how far he can climb on this ladder still depends on himself.
While Yongye was peaceful and peaceful, Fulu was on fire again. After a long period of repairing, the dark race finally finished its army. The army passed through the vast wasteland and formally entered the territory of the Zhao Clan. They set up a camp a hundred miles away from the Unfallable City and began to build a fortress to face off against the imperial fortresses.
With the continuous mobilization of troops from both sides, the two sides have deployed more than one million troops around the Unfallable City.
On the other side of the floating land, the dark race that had freed up their hands aimed their spearheads at the Moon-Watching Plain. They defeated the main force of the Song Clan in the first battle, drove the Song Clan out of the Moon-Watching Plain, and chased them all the way, driving the remaining troops of the Song Clan all the way. Once you enter the city that never falls, let it go.
So far, apart from the Unfallable City on the floating land, only the Li family is left struggling in the misty forest. For some reason, the frequency of Aiden's battles suddenly decreased during this period, which gave the struggling Li family and Zhushi family a chance to breathe. But the whole Li family couldn't laugh at all. Based on Aiden's past performance, the sudden reduction in playing games basically meant one thing, and that was the breakthrough point.
The original Aiden has already killed a lot of aristocratic families. If he breaks through again, what will happen
The battle on the floating land is approaching, and the void has long been filled with wreckage, and huge ships are burning and falling from the void every day.
In order to ensure the supply of the Unfallable City and to block the further increase of the dark race's troops on the floating land, the imperial fleet was dispatched. The first fleet of the imperial guards directly under the imperial family finally dispatched to fight against the fleet directly under the Eternal Night Council in the outer void. In the battle, an exchange ratio of one to two was played.
Encouraged by this battle, the empire's fleets, as well as the combined fleets of the aristocratic families, made efforts one after another, and continued to play classic famous games. The situation on the void battlefield began to slowly tilt towards the empire's side.
Void fleet battles have always been the beginning of ground wars. When the decisive battle on the surface of the floating land was about to start, countless intelligence and battle reports flew into the imperial capital like snowflakes, and then split into three channels, entering the military headquarters, the imperial palace, and the council representing the combined forces of the powerful families.
In the Imperial Army, all intelligence and battle reports poured in like waves, and then they were distributed according to the importance, and then flowed to different departments, large and small, everything seemed to be in order. However, if someone can take a look at the overall situation, they will find that most of the battle reports from the floating land flow to the various executive departments of the military department, and are not sent to the real decision makers, except for the void battlefield.
This sign can only show one thing, that is, in the eyes of the big shots in charge of the military, the Battle of Floating Land is not the most important battle at the moment.
At this moment, a conference room on the top floor of the military headquarters was filled with smoke, and the smell of tobacco and tea mixed together, making it indescribably weird.
There are thirteen seats in the meeting room, but only seven seats are occupied at the moment. Most of the people at the table were over sixty years old, and even an old man was so old that his dry and wrinkled skin was covered with age spots, and his whole body smelled of decay. His eyes were half-opened and half-closed, and the cloudy eyeballs were like two pools of stagnant water, making one wonder whether he was awake or asleep.
But the old man with half a foot in the coffin was sitting in the middle. In this conference room, there are three seats in the center. Although the old man is sitting on the side seat, the other two seats are empty. In other words, at this moment, the old man is the core role of the meeting.
However, if you look closely, the other six people are also big figures in charge of one side. When they sit together, they can basically decide the direction of the Imperial Army.
There was a thin document in front of the seven people, no more than two pages. But the paper is full of scribbles, densely filled with endorsements. Just for these two pages, these real big men of the imperial military have been discussing for a day and a night, and it is a day and a night when the war is so urgent.
The content on the paper is very simple, in fact, it is a list. Behind each name, information such as age, gender, achievements in martial arts, and family origin are marked, which cannot be simpler.
Everyone spoke one by one, each with supporters. As the discussion progressed, some names were crossed out and others were highlighted. However, as the number of highlighted names increased, the atmosphere in the conference room quickly became tense, and mutual disputes began to appear, and there was even a quarrel.
Where there is a beginning, there will be a continuation. The second quarrel quickly appeared, and it expanded in a blink of an eye. The big shots were divided into two factions, sparks flew everywhere, and some even threatened war. But how could the people on the opposite side be afraid of him? Naturally, he refused to give an inch, and there was a tendency to act on the spot.
At this moment, the drowsy old man who was sitting in the middle with his head down raised his hand and tapped on the table lightly. The sound of knocking on the table was very soft, but it made the entire meeting room quiet. The two people who were arguing were still staring at each other, but they also sat down.
The old man finally said: "The number of places to go to the maelstrom this time is twice as many as expected, all thanks to those little guys who have done a good job. With so many places, you can all quarrel like this, if only the originally expected few One, or even less, do you really want to fight a few battles to determine who you belong to?"
There was silence in the conference room, and after a while, another old man who was over sixty years old coughed. He was wearing an imperial military uniform, but he didn't have any military rank. When the two parties were arguing just now, he was just smoking cigarettes, one after another, continuously, and it could be seen that he was very addicted to smoking.
He said slowly: "The opportunity is rare, and it coincides with the rejuvenation of the empire. Every family wants to take the opportunity to develop and develop, so as to contribute to the empire. This is understandable. But the number of places is limited after all, and it is impossible for everyone who wants to Everyone who goes there will go to the Great Maelstrom, and it is only reasonable to see how sincere each family is in it."