Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

Now, the Empire possessed the miraculous Purple Melon.

The Purple Melon not only boasted astonishing yields but also exhibited strong adaptability to growing environments. As long as it was extensively planted on the vast, fertile lands of the Northwest, the resulting grain harvest would be sufficient to feed the entire population of the Central Provinces, thereby completely resolving their food concerns, allowing them to achieve self-sufficiency in terms of economy and livelihood, and no longer be constrained by others.

In Soren's grand blueprint, the Northwest had already become the top priority for future development. That boundless land was like an uncut jade, brimming with limitless potential, waiting for him to discover and refine it.

However, a practical problem stood before him: the population of the Northwest was simply too sparse.

Like scattered sparks of fire on a vast land, it was difficult to support large-scale development and construction, which undoubtedly greatly limited the pace and scale of the Northwest's growth.

"Military Reclamations!" Soren's mind suddenly sparked with inspiration, and he thought of a bold yet feasible plan.

The Imperial Army Corps, as a truly professional army, spent most of its time outside of regular military training on relatively simple and inefficient tasks such as patrolling and surveillance, which was undoubtedly a huge waste of human resources.

These soldiers were strong, disciplined, and possessed unwavering willpower and powerful execution capabilities thanks to long-term military training. If they could be sent to the Northwest to participate in land reclamation while undergoing high-intensity military training, wouldn't that be killing two birds with one stone?

On the one hand, the soldiers working in the harsh natural environment of the Northwest would not only temper their bodies and their spirit of enduring hardship, further enhancing the overall quality of the army, but also allow them to become more familiar with the terrain and climate of the Northwest, making them fully prepared for any future wars that might occur.

On the other hand, through the soldiers' diligent labor, the wastelands of the Northwest would gradually be cultivated, planted with various food crops and cash crops, thereby increasing grain production and material reserves, providing a solid material foundation for the development of the Northwest, attracting more people to settle and live there, and forming a virtuous cycle of development.

Thinking of this, Soren's eyes gleamed with excitement. He seemed to already see the beautiful scene of the Northwest in the near future, flourishing and prosperous under the promotion of the military reclamation plan.

Therefore, he immediately began to prepare the specific implementation plan for this project, from the allocation of personnel and the preparation of materials to the planning and distribution of land. Every detail was carefully considered and arranged in his mind, striving to be foolproof, ensuring that the military reclamation plan could be smoothly implemented and achieve the expected results, laying a solid foundation for the rise of the Empire.

While the border provinces had been in a state of chaotic division among warlords for three months, a slightly comforting message came from the palace: Gustav's health was slowly improving under careful care.

He who had been bedridden, his face as pale as paper, so weak that even getting up was extremely difficult, the entire empire had fallen into an atmosphere of unease and turmoil because of his serious illness.

But now, as his body gradually recovered, a trace of blood returned to his cheeks, and his eyes gradually regained their former brilliance.

He began to try to handle some simple government affairs. Although his body was still a little weak, and it took a lot of effort to handle each document, he still persisted, his eyes revealing his responsibility and commitment to the Empire.

In his study, some important ministers came every day to report on the situation in various places. Gustav listened carefully, occasionally asking questions and expressing his own opinions. Although his voice was still a little weak, it was full of majesty.

In the process of handling government affairs, he learned about the current chaotic situation in the border provinces, and his brows could not help but furrow.

During these turbulent three months, the Empire's enclaves in the border provinces were like lonely boats in the wind and rain, completely lost under the impact of various forces.

Although Soren decisively issued an order to launch guerrilla warfare on the spot when the situation was critical, trying to contain the enemy and preserve a glimmer of hope, the reality was extremely cruel.

Due to the lack of sufficient weapons, equipment, and food supplies, even if those brave warriors had tenacious fighting spirit and unyielding spirit, it was difficult for guerrilla warfare to last.

Many governors of the enclaves had no choice but to lead their defeated troops back to the Central Provinces. Their faces were full of exhaustion, loss, and unwillingness. The land they had once guarded was now in the hands of the enemy, and they themselves were like duckweed without roots, drifting back to this seemingly safe but also crisis-ridden central region.

The defeated troops withdrawn from various places may not seem like a staggering number when viewed individually, but when they were all gathered together, they formed a huge army of one million people.

Among them, excluding the old, the weak, women, and children, a rough estimate showed that there were more than 100,000 combat-ready soldiers.

Such a huge population instantly became a "hot potato" for the imperial capital, causing the officials of the imperial capital to have a headache.

The Central Provinces had long been in a state of overcrowding, which was one of the important reasons for developing the Northwest and transferring a large number of people there in the first place.

Now, with the sudden influx of so many people, resources in all aspects such as housing, food, and medical care were facing tremendous pressure.

If these compatriots were blocked outside the city, allowing them to be slaughtered by the rebels and tormented by hunger and disease outside the city, it would undoubtedly be contrary to human nature and morality, and would inevitably be condemned by the people and questioned by their conscience.

But if they were allowed to enter the city, how could it be ensured that no spies from the Border King's rebels had infiltrated them?

In case the rebels were hiding among the refugees, cooperating with the rebels outside the city, the imperial capital would inevitably fall into an abyss of eternal doom.

At this difficult moment when everyone was in a state of anxiety and indecision, the atmosphere in the court was so heavy that it seemed like water could be wrung out of it. The ministers argued with each other, but they could not come up with a perfect solution to deal with the thorny problem before them.

Just when everyone was in a stalemate, Gustav, who had been sitting on the throne, his face still bearing a trace of illness but still exuding majesty, slowly raised his hand, signaling everyone to be quiet.

He sat up slightly, his eyes calm and firm, glanced around at the ministers in the court, and then said in a calm but unquestionable tone: "This matter will be handled by the Crown Prince."