Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

The smoke of the Normandy defensive line had gradually dissipated, but a trace of war still lingered in the air, as if reminding people of that thrilling battle.

Sauron stood on the city wall of the Normandy defensive line, looking at the vast land in the distance, pondering the future of the empire.

The work of reorganizing the rebel army was proceeding intensely.

The ordinary militiamen were mostly brought in by the war, originally having their own ordinary lives. Now that the war was over, they were all disbanded and sent back.

Some of these soldiers had tired faces, but also carried the joy of returning home.

Others turned their heads three times as they walked, their eyes still lingering on the life of the army.

Carrying simple luggage, they embarked on the road home, their steps hurried, as if eager to return to their families and embrace the long-lost peaceful life.

As for those soldiers who had reached the level of Professionals, their fate was completely different from that of ordinary militiamen.

They were reorganized and then broken up, and assigned to several imperial legions.

Sauron knew that the loyalty of these surrendered soldiers was yet to be tested. To avoid them causing trouble, every two of them were arranged into a squad of ten.

In this way, even if they had any small tricks, the other members of the ten-man squad could easily suppress them.

These soldiers, wearing brand-new imperial uniforms, stood in the new ranks, their eyes filled with confusion and unease.

They talked in low voices, full of worries about their future military career, but had no choice but to accept this predetermined arrangement.

As for those alien rebel armies, another destiny awaited them. They were all sent to the Northwest to become slaves there.

The Northwest was now in a period of great development, in urgent need of a large population and labor force.

These alien rebel armies, in the escorted teams, were full of anger and unwillingness, but were unable to resist.

Their fate had been rewritten the moment they lost the war.

They would use their sweat on the land of the Northwest to add bricks and tiles to the development of the empire.

Time flew by, and two months after the end of the Normandy Campaign, tens of millions of rebel troops were successfully reorganized.

This achievement greatly expanded the empire's military strength, adding ten imperial legions.

The empire's power reached an unprecedented peak at this moment.

The ten additional imperial legions were arranged by Sauron to be stationed in the provinces belonging to the ten border kings who had surrendered.

These provinces, once hotbeds of rebellion, gradually returned to calm under the garrison of the imperial legions.

The soldiers patrolled the provinces, maintaining local security, and the lives of the people gradually returned to normal.

Inside the Council Hall of the Imperial Palace, Sauron sat upright on the main seat, his expression calm and majestic.

"Minister Breyer, I will leave these ten imperial legions and the Imperial Knights to you." Sauron looked at Breyer below and said with a smile.

His smile carried trust in Breyer, as well as anticipation for future plans.

In the past, the empire could only allow these alien border kings to be independent and autonomous because of insufficient strength.

But now, the empire had enough strength. The high-end combat power and elites of the alien border kings had been annihilated by the empire in the previous war, and they could no longer pose a threat to the empire.

Now was the perfect time to strike against them.

Sauron narrowed his eyes slightly, secretly planning his next step.

If he wanted to completely unify the empire and truly achieve peace and prosperity in this land, he had to eliminate all unstable factors.

Those alien border kings were the challenges he would face next.

He believed that under Breyer's leadership, the empire's army would be able to complete the task and bring the four alien races under the rule of the empire.

As Breyer left with his orders, the Council Hall fell into a brief silence.

The news that Breyer was about to lead a large army to attack the territories of the four alien races quickly spread throughout the imperial capital, and for a time, became the focus of people's discussions after dinner.

In the mansions of the nobles, the lights were brightly lit and there was much discussion. This news was undoubtedly a rare opportunity for them.

In this era that valued honor and meritorious service, the desire to achieve fame and establish a career burned like a flame in their hearts.

Many nobles responded one after another. They were eager to try, as if they had already seen the dawn of victory and the glory and wealth that would follow.

A young noble, dressed in gorgeous clothes, with excitement shining in his eyes, paced back and forth in his courtyard.

"This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! As long as I can make a contribution in this war, the family's status will definitely rise to a higher level," he muttered to himself, his face filled with uncontrollable excitement.

In the study of another senior noble, several family strategists sat together, anxiously discussing the details of the expedition. "For this expedition, we must select the most elite force in the family and strive to shine on the battlefield."

A gray-haired strategist said, his voice revealing an unquestionable determination.

Now the empire, after a series of wars, although its territory has expanded, it also faces many problems.

A large number of lands have no lords and need to be redistributed.

The new emperor Sauron was quite cautious about the matter of conferring new territories. He was not very willing to confer land casually. After all, land was the foundation of the empire and needed to be planned reasonably.

However, for those generals who had made outstanding military achievements, the necessary rewards were still indispensable.

In this upcoming war, Sauron had clearly stated that he would confer titles on generals who performed well.

However, most of these new fiefs were located in the border provinces.

The border areas were complex environments, often facing various threats, and needed capable generals to guard them.

Moreover, there were also restrictions on the conferment of titles, with the maximum not exceeding that of an earl.

This move not only reflected Sauron's encouragement to the generals, but also ensured the concentration of imperial power.

Those nobles who yearned to show their talents in the war were somewhat disappointed by this, but this did not weaken their enthusiasm for participating in the war.

After all, even if they only obtained a small fief, it was a rare opportunity for the family's development.

In the council hall of the Imperial Palace, Sauron sat upright on the main seat, quietly listening to the ministers reporting on the response of the various nobles.

His eyes were deep and firm, and he understood in his heart that this war was not only a conquest of the four alien races, but also a layout for the future of the empire.

He hoped to further consolidate the empire's rule through this war and make the foundation of the empire more stable.

"Your Majesty, the nobles' response has been very enthusiastic. I believe that this expedition will definitely be a success," Minister Neumann said respectfully, with a confident smile on his face.

Sauron nodded slightly, glanced at everyone, and said slowly: "This expedition is related to the safety and future of the empire. Everyone must go all out and not slack off in the slightest."