People are in the Ark, I am the mastermind behind them

Under the seats, many nobles smiled uncontrollably, as if they had anticipated what they would look like after being promoted.Just now, Fyodor's opening words almost made it clear that Ursus needs a war.

War, war couldn't be better. The Parliament and the army are at war all the time. Ursus' precious resources are being wasted. Many noble children cannot be promoted. The appetites of many emerging nobles cannot be satisfied. There is only a large-scale war. Only in line with the expectations of these aristocratic families.

"My ministers, every day, I receive countless documents describing to me the suffering of the people of Ursus."

As the words fell, several attendants brought in documents and placed them on the ground in hundreds or even thousands.

"You are worthy of my humerus. I know that you are all nobles with conscience."

Fyodor was neither happy nor sad. He glanced at his audience one by one.

"The situation in Ursus is not good. It is shrouded in long nights and cold winters, and natural disasters continue. I see that my people are exhausted, and I see countless people burying their heads in tears."

“And in a moment like this, what are our neighbors doing?”

Fyodor took out several documents from his arms

"On October [-], the caravan heading to Casimir for trade was seized and subjected to unwarranted investigation."

"On October [-], Dayan's small force crossed the border and took the initiative to provoke."

"On November [-], Dayan announced an increase in tariffs on Ursus."

"On December [-]th, three Ursus caravans were sent back by Great Yan. Ursus envoys went to negotiate, but to no avail."

These documents were naturally submitted by radicals who were eager to start a war, and almost every one of them targeted Dayan.

"They are adding insult to injury!"

Fyodor angrily smashed the document on the table. On his face, a familiar yet unfamiliar expression appeared on his face.

That is, the same ambition as the previous king.

"The blade of Ursus has never rusted, it still thirsts for blood."

"Gentlemen, our huge country has never been obtained through patience and concession, never."

The emperor stood erect, clenching his fists and raising them above his head.

“Since our neighboring countries think we are weak and easy to bully, let us fight back with practical actions!”

"Use the sword of Ursus to obtain the land for the plows of Ursus, and exchange the daily bread for the people of Ursus!"

In the eyes of the nobles, the scarlet scarf on Fyodor's chest became sticky and long, and it was dripping with blood.

His words completely ignited the war-hungry parliament. The nobles were so excited that the cheers and shouts almost shattered the ceiling of the parliament.

"Long live His Majesty the Emperor! Long live Ursus!"

"Arrogant Dayan should pay the price!"

The slogans continued for a long time, and many nobles who had been prepared for a long time waved their flags, and they united according to their own interests.

When everything returned to calm, Fyodor produced a signed order.

"According to the decree of the Emperor of Ursus and the Duma, the Third Army of Ursus will hold military exercises on the outskirts of the mobile city of Petersburg on January 1097, 1."

Petersburg is a mobile city near Chernobog. It is also on the border between Ursus and Great Yan. Military exercises are held here. Feodor's purpose is obvious.

Those grand dukes who have more information are more keen and their vision is more advanced. They know what is happening in Chernobog, and they have an inexplicable connection with the [Immortal Black Snake].

According to Tallulah's information, Chernobog has been captured and Core City has been separated.

In other words, it is very likely that as soon as Ursus starts conducting military exercises, a war with Great Yan will break out.

Thinking of this, these grand dukes couldn't sit still. For them, getting the leadership of this military exercise was equivalent to getting the leadership of the main war faction.

When the war breaks out, the Third Army will be the army closest to the battlefield. This unit that is supposed to be used for exercises can immediately be replaced with live ammunition and go to the battlefield to earn first prize.

"Your Majesty, let me plan this military exercise for you. I will not let you down."

The Archduke of York stood up. He was an extreme militant and had considerable say in the Duma.

"Grand Duke of York, after all, you are old. Leave this kind of hard work to young people like us."

The speaker was Archduke Kyle, who was in his prime, high-spirited and had countless followers.

Seeing that the situation was becoming increasingly chaotic, with the nobles almost disregarding their dignity in order to compete for benefits, Fyodor patted the table gently to signal everyone to be quiet.

"This exercise is related to Ursus's face, and Ursus' glory must not be tarnished."

"In order to intimidate Great Yan and let this old empire see the iron cavalry of Ursus, the commander-in-chief must be the best among the best!"

Feodor put on a fanatical look and pointed at the three most powerful dukes one by one.

"Duke of York, Duke of Kyle, Duke of Caesar, don't live up to my expectations!"

These three people are all leaders of the main war faction. Their families have huge power, and each of them is inextricably related to each group army.

The three dukes stood up and swore to Fyodor that they would not disgrace the glory of Ursus.

The most important cake had been divided, and the nobles began to quarrel again about adding people to the training troops. This baron wanted his heir to follow the troops, and the marquis hoped that the Grand Duke would be accommodating and use his only son as an officer. Join the team.

These nobles all smelled the promotion, and they knew that as long as they could squeeze into the third army, they would definitely get great benefits.

If they are allowed to do it all, the Third Army will probably become the most completely aristocratic army, and every soldier will have to wear at least the rank of captain.

The farce lasted until late at night, until Werther rang the bell three times in succession. The nobles reluctantly got up, pulled their allies into the carriage, and headed to the mansion to continue the discussion.

It can be seen that tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.

Returning to the dormitory of the Winter Palace, Fyodor sat alone in front of the bed. He looked at the garden outside the window and took a deep breath of the cold night air.

The emperor knew that once he loosened the shackles of his chariot, he could no longer stop until it crushed all his enemies or smashed his head against an insurmountable wall until his head was bloody.

"My friend, please don't be stingy with your generosity and kindness. Please help me rebuild this crumbling country."

Fyodor said softly.

It is true that the god has helped Feodor many times, but what if, what if the god fails to eliminate the rebellious nobles, if those nobles really trigger a war, where should Usas go?

A slight chill enveloped Fyodor, making it impossible for him to sleep.

At that time, Fyodor may have to use the most extreme method. He will mobilize all the power of Ursus. He should order his army, and then give those nobles and armies that have already lost control a devastating ending.

Rather than face another Eastern Kingdom-style defeat and 20 years of great rebellion, Feodor would rather take matters into his own hands until he or those nobles are sent to the gallows.

In order to completely get rid of the constraints of the nobles, realize his long-cherished wish, and in order to change the tragic fate of the people of this land, the emperor laid down his chess piece. He would press his life into the barrel of a gun in exchange for the future of a great empire.

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At the beginning of 1097, several big shots suddenly came to inspect Dave's steel company. The scandal that he turned dozens of disabled workers into infected people was also revealed. Dave and several of his thugs were sent to the prison together. to jail.

But Dave didn't panic at all. He first bribed the jailer, and then ordered his attendants to contact the Grand Duke behind him.

Are you kidding? He is one of the richest men in the world. He manages countless relationships on a daily basis. He just killed a few untouchables. He doesn't want to go to jail!

After receiving the communicator from the attendant, the big boss showed a flattering smile. He had already formed a plea for mercy in his mind.

"Grand Duke Kyle, you..."

A strange yet familiar voice came from the other end of the communicator.

"There's no need to look for him, he can't help you."

Dave's eyes began to vibrate, and he looked frightened.

"You...you...you...ah no, you are!"

This voice was clearly one he had heard on the radio countless times, the supreme ruler of Ursus, His Majesty Feodor!

How could he mess with such a person?How could he mess with such a person?Dave couldn't even think of it.

"Cut off his thighs and tongue, and feed the rest to the meat pigeons, the internal guards."

In the Holy Castle, Fyodor hung up the communication coldly.

He is well-educated and has a natural aversion to violence and blood.But facing these rotten people who were more greedy and cruel than the beasts of burden, Fyodor only felt that the methods of the inner guards were too gentle.

Even cutting Dave into pieces would not repay the suffering of his people.

Inside, inside guard?

Dave was shaking all over, he could hardly stand, and suddenly collapsed to the ground, unable to even beg for mercy.

Outside the cell, an ink-colored shadow poured in. He was holding a sharp blade, just like the legend.

"No, no, no, no!"

The obese man let out a shrill scream. He was driven crazy by fear and banged his head against the ground, hoping to die first before the cruel fate.

However, his expectations were destined to be disappointed.

In the empty cell, he was eaten by pigeons for five whole days. The meat and internal organs were eaten away, leaving only the flat skin.In this extremely bloody and cruel process, Dave could not even utter a scream.

Sharing the same fate were several of his thugs and the supervisors who facilitated his atrocities.

A small obituary appeared in the corner of the Ursus daily to mourn those who had been mutilated.

Chapter 1: Lin He’s gift to Shuangxing

Just today, the special operation against Chernobog officially ended, and the Integration Movement took complete control of this behemoth.In return, Tallulah ordered the troops to adjust themselves to relieve their fatigue.

Shuangxing didn't like the excitement, and coupled with the backlash of using the Origin Stone skills, she felt a little tired, so she left with the Yeti team first.

As the team leader, of course she also saw the efforts of the snow monsters. In order to maintain law and order and protect the civilians from intrusion, her snow monsters were also tortured.

Therefore, Froststar decided to give them a day off. She found a quiet rooftop to sit down, and then ordered the snow monsters to move around freely, but they were not allowed to drink.

Yang Ge passed her order down, and Big Bear and Petrova left happily. They had been following Frost Star and were already exhausted.

After confirming that no one was paying attention, Big Bear took out a small bottle from his cloak, and Petrova took out two small wine glasses in cooperation. They sat on the half-broken bench, sipping the wine they brought from their hometown. Liquor.

Wine, wine is a good thing. While it warms the human body, it also reminds the two infected people of the temperature in their hometown.

Half an hour later, the bottle of strong liquor was almost empty, and the two infected people were drunk.

The big bear stood up staggeringly. He insisted on taking pictures with Petsiva, but where could he find a camera in this ruins?

"Big Bear, stop making trouble and don't make such weird requests."

Faced with Petseva's complaint, the snow monster showed a naive smile.

"Petsiva, you don't understand. We infected people can only live one day at a time. If we don't leave anything behind, we always feel that we are at a disadvantage."

Suddenly, Big Bear's eyes lit up, and he looked into the distance. In front of the flower bed, stood a man wearing Ursus clothing. He was holding a drawing board and a pen in his hands, as if he was tracing something.

If taking pictures doesn't work, you can just draw or draw them.

Under the influence of alcohol, Big Bear pulled Petseva, and the two of them approached the painter together.

"Hey, great painter, can you paint a portrait for us?"

Facing the soldiers of the integration movement, the painter did not show a panicked expression. On the contrary, a friendly smile appeared on his face.

"Okay, what do you want to draw?"

Big Bear suddenly came up to him and shook the empty bottle in his hand.

"Draw...draw this! The best liquor in my hometown, but it's a pity that it's all gone."

The man took the empty bottle and his brush flicked across the paper. In just a few seconds, a painting was completed.With this, the artist stretched out his hand and took out the painted wine bottle from the drawing paper.

This move made the two drunken snow monsters feel incredible. Their eyes widened. After obtaining the painter's consent, the big bear took the bottle and found that it was filled with spirits.

He unbelievingly opened it and took a sip. It was no different from the bottle he drank just now.

"It seems that you are not only a painter, but also an excellent magician!"

Big Bear excitedly patted the painter on the back, then handed the remaining wine to Petsiva, and the three of them laughed together.

Alcohol paralyzed the nerves of the two snow monsters, allowing them to regard this incredible scene as normal.

"So, you two, is there anything else you need to draw?"

Looking at the two snow monsters, the Ursus man gently turned his brush.

While Petseva was deep in thought, Big Bear grabbed the man's arm and motioned for him to follow her.

"I know!"

"My eldest sister has always wanted a heating device because she always feels cold, but she has never found one."

Petsiva felt something was not good. If Frost Star discovered that she was hiding and drinking with Big Bear, everything would be over.

When she thought of this, the snow monster's face turned white and she was half awake from the wine. She tried to stop the big bear, but she couldn't.