Chapter 956
My Empire Chapter 956
2020-11-03
Chapter 956 958 RandomBriburn, in a barracks of the 116th Heavy Armored Grenadier Division of the Alanhill Empire, neatly arranged Barracks are lined up, and soldiers in training are practicing formations on the school grounds.
There are resting soldiers playing football in the distance, and neatly parked under the shade of green, armored vehicles that have just been driven out for regular maintenance and cleaning.
The soldiers of the logistics maintenance unit and the crew members of the armored vehicles walked on the flat road of the camp with buckets in small groups. From time to time, there were huge transport planes that climbed and flew in the distance.
Not far from this barracks is a large military airport that has just been built. Many planes transporting relief materials take off from here, and there are also many transportation opportunities to transfer here.
Outside a barracks near the division headquarters of the 116th Division, soldiers in powered outer skeleton armor with weapons stood neatly facing out in the vicious sunlight. They are responsible for guarding the prisoners in this barracks, and they have to change the guard every two hours.
In the barracks, at the end of the shabby wooden long table, an old man wearing a traditional Greken magic robe, leaning on an inconspicuous-looking staff, said with a smile: " Look at you! Don't be nervous...I'm not trying to kill you..."
He is the Grand Archon of the Southern Region and the Chief-In-Charge of the Exclusive Economic Zone of the Southern Region of the Alanhill Empire .
Sitting on both sides of this long table at this moment, he ordered the officers and soldiers of the 116th Division, the old nobles and the old bureaucrats who "please come back".
As the chief executive here, Alves has been here for a while, but he can clearly feel that the strength control of the Alanhill Empire over this land is really approaching infinitely. at zero.
So he was very angry, and the violent magic energy in his heart was actually tumbling all the time. After all, every magician's temper was actually not very good, and their bodies were more or less filled with some violent genes.
The smile on his face was barely squeezed out, in fact he really wanted to slap the table and use Fireball Technique to greet these bastards in front of him.
It's just that now he knows that it is of course the best choice to solve the problem in a friendly way.
So he smiled reluctantly, tried to use a softer tone, and said to these stubborn, sinister, cruel, shameless guys: "I just want to know, why do you want to be? Against the entire Alanhill Empire?"
Hearing his question, an old noble immediately began to complain: "My lord! Your lord! You misunderstood! We, we did not fight against the Alanhill Empire... "
"We still have the flag of the Alanhill Empire hanging in our house... We are loyal supporters of the Alanhill Empire!" Another nobleman also said.
They are very familiar with this kind of superficial work. According to their understanding, as long as these superficial works are done enough, under normal circumstances, no one will question their loyalty.
It's just that they don't seem to realize that this time is somewhat different from so many times in the past.
Alves, who didn't eat this set at all, still said to himself: "I think you have made a mistake, I am here to find you, not to entangle with you. What do you think in your heart."
Having said this, he ignored the old aristocrats and bureaucrats with very ugly faces, and just continued: "I am looking for you, just to make sure that you can use what you have. Everything, support the Alanhill Empire, and make your contribution to the Alanhill Empire's complete control of the southern region."
"First of all...it's very simple, you have to come up with enough wealth to redeem...don't make peace with you. I said that you are not guilty, if the money you took out does not match the crimes you committed, then I really want to discuss with you, what is the more comfortable way to die." After he finished this sentence, he did not pause. , then went on to say: "Secondly, you must ensure that everyone under you is obediently and honestly obedient, if one of them is unwilling to cooperate with my work, then he and you as your boss will die!"
When he spoke, he also ignored the old nobles in front of them who had already whispered and expressed strong dissatisfaction with their eyes.
He just listened to his request: "And then, I don't think you deserve the status of a noble, nor can you continue to enjoy the glory brought by the title of noble... So, Hand over your titles and move out of your manor."
The old nobles who heard these demands immediately exploded, some of them even stood up, and some of them put their hands on the table , biting his lip and staring at Alves who was talking.
If it wasn't for the speaker who might have been a powerful magician, they might have rushed forward and devoured the talking bastard alive.
How many years? No one dares to talk to them like that? They are local tyrants here and no one has ever been able to take food out of their mouths!
Is there still a king's law? How dare you rob them of the benefits they already have in their hands? Does it make sense? He even bullied the nobles and bureaucrats!
"Finally, if you are willing to cooperate, I will follow my promise and let you leave here alive, how about that?" Just when these nobles were about to explode, Alves finished speaking. What I wanted to say, I asked in a concluding sentence.
"So...then, how much ransom do we need to pay to absolve our sins?" An old aristocrat smirked, looking at Alves with a sneer, his eyes full of hatred.
He even forgot out of his rage that Alves was actually a powerful magician. Now the tone of his speech is not the slightest respectful.
Alves did not care about his disrespect, but continued to state the fact: "It depends on your source of funds and the crime of oppressing civilians in the past. To put it simply, It may be necessary to hand over all of your property, including the manor or castle you live in now."
"Our subordinates must obey your orders obediently and honestly?" Another noble couldn't hold back. Now, his tone cooled and he asked.
The private army, or the City Guard that obeys their orders, is the basis for these old nobles to bully the weak and settle down. If these private armed forces obey the orders of others, who will guarantee their safety?
"Actually, an accurate description is that the Empire does not allow private armies to continue to exist, so the old City Guard, including your private armies, must be disbanded." Alves continued his business. Publicly replicated.
"Then we may be attacked by those rioters who are trying to destroy the law and order. When the time comes, you promised us to get out of here alive, isn't it just empty words?" The old nobleman headed, That is, Herman Count sneered and asked.
He actually didn't panic at this time. He knew that his men had already taken action with rumors, and soon the deputy prime minister would be passive and have to cooperate with them.
So he still looks like he is winning, and he said to Alves coldly: "We need to discuss, it may take a few days to discuss the result...Give us Prepare food that matches our status, and provide hot water and soft beds... We will discuss the results and let you know."
"I'm afraid this will not work! Mr. Herman." Alves also He didn't want to call the tens-year-old youngster in front of him to count. In his eyes, the vulgar nobles in the southern region were simply not nobles.
In contrast, he admires the new northern aristocrats who are polite and have made great contributions to society. Those new nobles who are loyal to the Alanhill Empire and willing to give their lives for Chris are more like real nobles in every way.
"When will you do as I said and when will you be able to eat the food." Alves interrupted Herman's words, and then emphasized his position.
"This doesn't make sense! Why can't we discuss it? Why can't we give us food if we can't discuss it?" The noble closest to Alves beat with his hands shouted aggressively at the table.
His words resonated with many nobles, and everyone began to be restless, willing to keep quiet, and fewer and fewer people listened to Alves.
"Also, the environment here is too bad! I ask for a more decent place for us to rest!" Amidst the commotion, a nobleman waved his fist and shouted loudly.
His proposal made many nobles applaud, as if they had won victory. Cheers, cheers, and whistles came one after another, and the whole barracks was very lively for a while.
"I'm so envious of... those former magicians... that era when they faced these noisy guys, they could use flames to solve problems quickly." Alves sighed softly a sound.
"I'm here to witness all this." A petite black clothed silhouette sitting next to Alves wearing a mask said.
Who would have thought that the princess of the Alanhill Empire, Her Royal Highness Jessica, would be sitting here, supervising Alves to deal with the conflicts in front of him.
"Since I'm sitting here, it's not for nothing...I'll tell Your Majesty what I've seen...so you have the right to use any means to deal with it now. This is garbage." Jessica said politely to Alves.
"Your Highness is considerate to your subordinates, and your servants are really grateful." Alves smiled and looked towards Herman, an old nobleman not far from him: "Let them be quiet, obediently and honestly. I'll sit down or I'll burn a random one..."
(end of this chapter)