Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

A week swiftly passed, with Chris embroiled in tense negotiations, originally hoping for a mutually beneficial outcome.

The sudden news was like a bucket of cold water, instantly extinguishing his hopes.

Princess Corinna, the valiant woman clad in iron armor, had triumphantly returned, leading the Third Army Corps and the awe-inspiring Royal Guard Knights.

Even more shocking to him was that she was followed by a full twenty thousand elite crossbow cavalry.

This new type of soldier was created by His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and has already demonstrated its dominance on the plains and open field battlefields.

Chris's anger was irrepressible; he felt deeply betrayed.

For the past week, they had been competing at the negotiating table, and although progress was difficult, each small step forward gave him a glimmer of hope.

He had thought that the two sides would be able to reach a consensus, but he did not expect Princess Corinna to make a strong return at this time, which was undoubtedly a huge blow to his negotiation efforts.

Minister Hornes, who was in charge of the negotiations, finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the Royal Guard Knights and the crossbow cavalry regiments entering the city in a mighty formation.

At the same time, he could not help but admire His Royal Highness the Crown Prince's courage; in addition to the Third Army Corps, he also transferred his trump card troops, the Royal Guard Knights and the crossbow cavalry, to successfully stabilize the situation in the army.

"I just don't know if the situation in the Northwest will change," Breyer sighed softly.

Neumann chuckled, "I heard that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is very good at training soldiers, or else we could send the newly reorganized Seventh Army Corps to the Northwest."

The Seventh Army Corps is composed of strong men selected from local militia units, a complete rookie force, whose combat effectiveness is even inferior to that of the Empire's new recruits.

After all, even the worst of the Empire's new recruits have to complete three months of basic training, and these rookie recruits have not even completed their basic training to this day, and in order to avoid exposure, the Seventh Army Corps has always focused on ordinary daily training.

"That's a good idea," Breyer said, his eyes lighting up, "This way, the situation in the Northwest can also be guaranteed."

Princess Corinna, her armor gleaming, her bearing heroic and refreshing, led the formidable Royal Guard Knights and the well-trained crossbow cavalry, like an unstoppable force.

Their return undoubtedly cast a heavy shadow over the already difficult negotiations.

Chris was in trouble, feeling angry and fearful.

He had put in a great deal of effort for a week but had not achieved the expected results.

The return of the Third Army Corps, cooperating with the Alfonso Legion and the reorganized First and Second Army Corps, was enough to stabilize the situation in the capital.

Chris's idea of ​​controlling troops and acting independently immediately vanished, and the threat he faced reached its peak.

In order to protect himself, Chris decided to turn to other princes, but the current priority was to stabilize the morale of the army, lest the army be thrown into chaos and morale collapse due to his escape.

He knew very well that if he fled at this time, it would be difficult to escape the pursuit of Saint-level powerhouses.

Therefore, he must first stabilize the army and then seek a way out.

The whole situation was extremely unfavorable to Chris, and he had to make quick and wise decisions to meet the challenges ahead.

In a secret military camp on the outskirts of the capital, Anka gathered more than forty officers, who sat around in a dimly lit tent, the air filled with a tense and grim atmosphere.

These officers, the lowest rank of which was chiliarch, each had faces etched with wind and frost, their eyes flashing with a desire and unease for the future.

Anka stood in front of the crowd, his eyes firm and resolute, revealing an unquestionable majesty. He scanned the officers present and slowly opened his mouth: "I am deeply gratified that you are willing to come here at this moment. I know that many of you have been forced to become involved in this corruption case for various reasons. Perhaps you were once confused, perhaps you were once hesitant, but today, I want to tell you that as long as you are willing to abandon the darkness and turn to the light, His Highness is willing to give you a chance to offset your merits!"

His words were sonorous and forceful, as if with a kind of magic, making everyone present moved.

The officers whispered to each other, their expressions gradually changing from doubt to firmness.

The officers knew very well that even if His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was willing to protect them this time, their position in the army would still be ruined.

Steve Costrell, the chief of general affairs of the regiment, said with a worried face and a deep voice: "Centurion Anka, after this calamity, we will also lose face if we stay in the army, and naturally we are willing to give our last loyalty to the Empire. It's just that I'm worried that this matter will affect our descendants."

Most of the people present were the pillars of their families, and they knew very well that if they really started an uprising, they might be able to seek a glimmer of hope for themselves. However, in the capital city, their families would be unable to escape the disaster of bloodshed.

It was for this reason that they had resolutely decided to come together after learning of Anka's contact.

Anka smiled, his voice revealing a power to soothe people's hearts: "Everyone, please rest assured. His Highness has clearly stated that as long as your descendants maintain their integrity and abide by the noble laws of knighthood,

he will still entrust you with important tasks. As for those descendants who behave improperly, I don't think I need to say more."

Steve took a deep breath, his eyes flashing with a resolute light. After quickly weighing the pros and cons in his mind, he gritted his teeth and said in a firm voice: "Centurion Anka, I accept this task. But I have a request."

Anka raised his eyebrows slightly and extended his palm to signal Steve to continue, "I would like to hear the details, Chief of General Affairs Steve said: "I hope to send my second son, Griffin, to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince's side, so that he can grow up directly under His Highness's guidance."

As soon as these words came out, the officers around him had different expressions, some were surprised, some were thoughtful, and the atmosphere became heavy for a while.

Steve's proposal was tantamount to using his son as a hostage to express his loyalty to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.

As for guidance, that was just polite talk, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was half the age of Griffin.

Steve's heart was filled with mixed feelings, he knew very well that this step was extremely risky, but for the future of his family, for the future of his son, he had to do it.

If His Royal Highness the Crown Prince could really fulfill his promise, Griffin would definitely grow into a true knight under his supervision.

In the future, it was not impossible for him to become a direct descendant of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, and he hoped to seek a better future for his family through this method.