After decades of preparation and more than ten years of bloody battles, millions of lives were filled in again and again, countless troops were wiped out, and finally a glorious victory was accumulated.
At the same time, the entire national economy of the True Human Empire was unable to make ends meet and was on the verge of collapse.
At the edge of the country, it is difficult to support the continued existence of an expeditionary force with such a bloated scale and such a complicated structure.
The Senate was ready to stop as soon as possible, maintain the current front line, and "end the war with dignity."
It is imperative to downsize and reduce the expeditionary force.
How to deal with those miscellaneous troops who are still strong and become more and more courageous as they fight, such as the proud soldiers and generals under the command of "God of War" Lei Chenghu, is still under discussion.
These polished commanders who have spent all their money and even turned themselves into trash, and generals who don't have a hair in their hands are naturally the first targets for surgery.
Of course, these people are all generals of the Empire in name, either Chapter Commanders or Chiefs of Staff.
At worst, they still hold the empty title of "Squadron Commander".
They also made great contributions in the Empire's Counterattack and have piles of medals on them.
The chest can be worn as a crystal armor, so kicking it away would be too inhumane and damage the glorious image of the empire.
The Senate's method is to recall all these polished commanders who have polished off the troops back to the imperial capital and enroll them in the "Royal High Military Academy General Training Class".
After further training and training, they will be reused.
The so-called "Royal Higher Military Academy", although the name sounds impressive, is actually how shabby it is.
Before these polished commanders came in, this military school was dedicated to transporting senior officers to the Royal Guards.
Yulinjun, the glorious Yulinjun, the invincible Yulinjun, what a glorious and awesome name it was in the past!
When the Black Star Emperor Wu Yingqi founded the empire, he once awarded the five fleets with the most dazzling records and the most powerful force the title of "Yu Lin Army".
The Yu Lin Army at that time was really the elite of the elite, a god of death who could fight for the rest of his life, no matter what Combat power, equipment, treatment, and future are all top-notch, and they are the direct descendants of His Majesty the Emperor!
The good times did not last long.
With the decline of imperial power in the next five hundred years of the empire and the rise of the four major families, how could the four powerful officials watch helplessly as His Majesty the Emperor had even a powerful imperial army?
They naturally used various means to contain, corrupt and exploit it.
In addition, the royal family themselves are not up to par.
After thousands of years of sitting on their own merits and being softened by erosion, their ancestors have not learned a single bit of the skills of warfare and conspiracy.
Food, drink, prostitution, gambling, sex, and wealth are all self-taught, which is a return to their mother's extraordinary talents.
Thousands of years after the fall of the Black Star Emperor, the so-called "Forest Army" has turned into a complete joke.
Not to mention competing with the direct descendants of the four Elector families, even the no-name troops on the periphery of the empire are not as good as the no-name troops.
At least they occasionally make guest appearances in their hometown.
Star pirates, privateers, etc.
They also have to fight with the old enemies in the neighboring world, and even go to the Shura battlefield on the front line to fight, and they have some fighting ability.
The Royal Forest Army is a bunch of the most useless trash, used by the four Electoral Prince families to enslave the royal family and clan. , a pig farm where all the people with the surname Wuying are raised as pigs.
What good results would come from the polished commanders being kicked into such a pig farm?
Regardless of what the future holds, the most important thing is that the "Royal Higher Military Academy" currently has no money or resources.
Since it bears the name of "Royal", this military academy theoretically has nothing to do with the four Electoral Prince families.
After all the personnel relations of these generals and polished commanders were transferred to the "General School Study Class", Their salaries and allowances are entirely the responsibility of the Crown.
As early as eight hundred years ago, everyone knew that the dogs raised by the emperor were better fed than the local immortal cultivators.
Anyone with the word "royal" on his head would automatically upgrade his realm when encountering an enemy!
But today is different from the past.
Nowadays, everyone knows that the emperor's family does not have overnight food.
It is really poor and depends entirely on the intermittent financial support from the four electorate families.
Since it is a donation, the quantity will naturally not be too much, and the quality will naturally not be very good.
Usually it is barely enough for the royal family and clan to have enough food and clothing.
If they want to cultivate their individual combat power, or win over those who were refined hundreds of years ago.
The old starship went out for some training, and there was absolutely no extra resources or fuel.
But at least one of the royal family and clan did not go out to fight.
Instead, they spent all day in the imperial capital, raising birds, listening to music, and fighting crickets.
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They all became fat and white.
If they relaxed their minds, they would be content, safe and happy.
The same cannot be said for generals and generals who are polished.
The swords and secret treasures of the Holy Alliance people are no joke.
They are all things left by the Pangu tribe on the ancient battlefield.
As sinister as they are, as vicious as they are, as ruthless as they are, with even a little bit of oil on their skin, they will kill them even if they don't die. seriously injured.
After more than ten years of bloody battles, which general is not scarred, seriously ill, missing arms and legs, and has his pubic area split into eight parts?
Not to mention maintaining the original state, even the medical expenses are astronomical!
The royal family definitely doesn’t have this money.
The ball was kicked from the royal family to the Ministry of National Defense, from the Ministry of National Defense to the Ministry of Finance, from the Ministry of Finance to the Ministry of Civil Affairs, and then from the Ministry of Civil Affairs back to the royal family.
After kicking it in a big circle, there were still two big characters painted with iron and silver hooks. money!
If you are poor in literature but rich in martial arts, you can't even build muscles if you don't have money, how can you become an immortal?
Naturally, these miscellaneous generals all have their hometowns, and their hometowns are often in the outer world of the empire.
Logically speaking, the royal family cannot control them, and their hometowns should control them.
But having said that, in order to fight the Empire's counterattack, the outer world of the empire has squeezed out the last drop of blood and sweat.
One by one, one is poor and the other is poor.
The economy is all on the verge of collapse or in the process of collapse.
How can there be money for these wastes to cultivate carefully?
Another one, more than ten years ago, they brought countless young men out with great fanfare, vowing to fight for great wealth.
Now that the wealth is nowhere to be seen, the young men will be wiped out first, and then they themselves will drag their remains and go back in disgrace. , how can I meet my elders in my hometown face to face?
To put it more realistically, everyone who has come out to cultivate immortality has reached the level of Dan Formation or even Nascent Soul.
Who can still have a few unrelenting enemies in his hometown?
The enemies are sharpening their knives and waiting for them to return.
How can these lonely and polished commanders dare to go back to their hometown and throw themselves into a trap?
They couldn't go back to their hometown, and there was no point in going back.
The "Jiang School Study Class" was a bottomless pit.
They had to deal with it every day with three melons and two dates, clear soup and little water, barely hanging on to their lives, and leading an inhumane life.
The life of non-ghosts is really a life that does not respond to the calls of heaven and earth.
The so-called killing of donkeys and crossing rivers is nothing more than this!
Zhao Zhenwu is the most typical "simple commander but miscellaneous general".
He was born in a poor place on the outskirts of the first quadrant of the empire.
Several generations of his ancestors worked ferociously and desperately to create a quite powerful sect, and then sold their iron and steel to turn the sect into dozens of armed transport ships.
He usually abides by the law and is honest.
Smuggling on the ground, and doing a few murders and smuggling goods when possible.
In his father's generation, the business was getting bigger and bigger, and he gradually looked down on the petty smuggling, but he was officially upgraded to a privateer fleet, that is, a licensed star thief.
When his father died in a business transaction and he didn't know he was killed by his subordinates, he was better than his old master, and he quickly defeated several other leaders and became the commander of the privateer fleet.
However, his heart was bigger than his father's, killing people and stealing goods on the border of the Star Sea.
What do you mean, you are just a bumpkin if you fight to the death.
A good man is born in the sea of stars.
It is his duty to make contributions and honor his ancestors.
He should go all out to fight!
At this time, the Empire's counterattack slowly began.
Zhao Zhenwu got excited, gathered his own team, and sacrificed generations of family wealth to recruit a group of desperadoes.
As the commander-in-chief of the Imperial Fleet, Major General , and plunged into the "great and sacred" war with great vigor.
As a result, more than ten years of bloody battles were like more than ten years of hazy dreams.
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There were more and more medals, titles and commendations, but the number of troops became smaller and smaller, until in the end, even his left eye and left hand were knocked out.
Even the vital Dantian was half blown out, and the spiritual root was like what the old man said, too weak to be weak.
When I looked back, there was not even half of my old brother behind me!
Immortal cultivator Zhao Zhenwu woke up from his dream.
But before he could figure out what was going on, he was politely invited out of the senior ward of the Veterans General Hospital, politely awarded him new medals and honors, and politely thanked him on behalf of the empire.
His supreme contribution finally ended with a polite kick into the Royal Military Academy and the General Training Class.
At this moment, in the underground area of District 36, Zhao Zhenwu was wearing a general's woolen uniform that had been washed until it turned white.
He folded and folded a wrinkled military cap again and again, and began to be in a daze again.
This is a new habit he developed in the general school study class.
Being dazed is not just for the sake of being dazed, the main thing is that you can't get rid of this problem and just think about what's going on.
Why do you destroy all the old foundations step by step?
Anyway, there is nothing else to do in the general class except daze.
Many generals like him think about it all day long.
When they really can’t think about it, they cry loudly, or they look for those who have been raised to be as fat as pigs.
Even if they have a fight with other clans, no matter how much their arms and legs are missing and their cultivation level plummets, it is still easy to beat up a few clansmen.
However, this is not a good time to be dazed.
Zhao Zhenwu was stunned for a while, and then his divergent eyes settled again.
His palms were so sweaty that he almost squeezed out the water from his military cap.
He looked at the "Seven-Star Broken Jade Sword" with half distress and half anxiety.
At this moment, the Seven-Star Broken Jade Sword, which had not left his body during the bloody battle for more than ten years, was held in another person's hand, like a salted fish.
That is the treasure appraiser of the pawn shop.
According to the old saying, it is a tribute to the emperor.
Seeing that this treasure appraiser has no hair on his mouth and no more than four taels of bones, he does not look like an experienced treasurer.
He may be a newbie who has just entered the industry, but he dare not let his family heirloom sword be misjudged. .
"An off-brand war knife made from scrap copper and iron.
It has a chipped blade, no edge, and is stained with rust.
It has no talisman array, no chip, and no magical power.
The estimated value is...three thousand crystal coins."
The treasure appraiser looked at the knife, then at him, then at him, then at the knife, yawned, and said listlessly.
Zhao Zhenwu's heart sank.
What was he talking about?
He was indeed a novice, so he should have misunderstood him!
It seems that there has been no fourth update for a few days.
I always feel that I can’t help you old brothers and readers.
I am going to work hard today and dedicate the fourth update to everyone!
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