Chapter 2272

After decades of preparation and more than ten years of bloody battles, millions of lives were filled in again and again, and no one knew how many troops were used up. At last, a brilliant victory was accumulated. The whole national economy of the real human empire was on the verge of collapse, and it was difficult to support such a bloated and complicated expeditionary force to continue to exist.

The Senate is ready to close as soon as it is ready to maintain its current front and "end the war with dignity".

It is imperative to eliminate and reduce the expeditionary forces.

It is still under discussion how to deal with those miscellaneous troops who are still strong and brave, such as the proud soldiers under Lei Chenghu, the God of war.

The way for the Senate is to recall all the bare commanders to the imperial capital and incorporate them into the "general study class of the Royal Academy of higher officers" after further study and training.

The so-called "Royal Academy of higher military officers" is as shabby as its name sounds.

Before these bareheaded commanders came in, this military academy was dedicated to transporting senior officers for the imperial army.

The Imperial Army, the glorious imperial army, the invincible Imperial Army, what a glorious and awe inspiring name it used to be!

When Wu Yingqi, the black star emperor, founded the Empire, he once conferred the title of "Imperial Guard" on the five fleet with the most brilliant achievements and the most powerful strength. At that time, the Imperial Guard was really one of the elite in a million and the God of killing for the rest of his life. No matter the combat effectiveness, equipment, treatment or future, they were all first-class, and they were the direct line of his majesty!

With the decline of imperial power and the rise of the four families in the last five hundred years, how could the four powerful officials watch his majesty have a strong Imperial Army and naturally use various means to contain, corrode and utilize it.

In addition, the royal family did not strive for success. After thousands of years of hard work and erosion, the ancestors did not learn any of their tactics and tricks. They had no teacher to teach themselves how to eat, drink, gamble, drink and make money.

Thousands of years after the fall of the black star emperor, the so-called "imperial army" has degenerated into a complete joke, not to mention competing with the legitimate families of the four general election emperors. Even the miscellaneous troops outside the Empire are inferior. Sometimes they have to make a guest appearance in their hometown, such as Star robbers, privatizing fleets and so on. They have to merge with the old enemies in the near world, and even go to the Shura battlefield on the front line, They have a little fighting power. The imperial guards are the most useless and the most useless. They are the pig farms used by the families of the four emperors and Marquises to raise the royal families and clans, and to cultivate all the people surnamed Wu Ying into pigs.

What good results will the bare commanders get if they are kicked into such a pig farm?

Regardless of the future, the most important thing is that this "Royal Academy of higher officers" has no money or resources.

Under the name of "Royal", this military academy theoretically has nothing to do with the families of the four general election emperors and Marquises. After the personnel relations of these miscellaneous generals and bare commanders are transferred to the "general school study class", their salaries and allowances are all in the charge of the royal family.

As early as 800 years ago, everyone knew that the dogs kept by the emperor ate better than the local immortals. Anyone with the word "Royal" on his head would automatically upgrade his realm when he met an enemy!

But today is different from the past. Now everyone knows that the emperor's family has no overnight food. They are so poor that they rely on the intermittent help of the four emperors and Marquis families.

Since it's a relief, the quantity will not be too much, and the quality will not be too good. At ordinary times, it's barely enough for those royal families and clans to have enough food and clothing. If they want to cultivate their individual combat effectiveness, or pull those master starships refined hundreds of years ago to go out and practice, there will be absolutely no extra resources and fuel.

But at least one of the royal family and the imperial clan is good. They don't go out to fight. They live in the imperial capital all day long. They raise birds and listen to music and crickets. They all grow fat and fat. They relax their heart and feel happy and safe.

General zahao, bare rod commanders are not good.

Shengmeng people's swords and secret treasures are not joking. They are all things left by Pangu people in the wasteland battlefield. They should be as insidious as they are, and they should be as cruel as they are. If they are stained with a little oil, they will be seriously injured even if they don't die.

After more than ten years of bloody battle, which general is not scarred, seriously ill, with a broken arm and leg, and with his red fields split into eight pieces? Let alone maintain the original state, even the medical expenses are astronomical!

The royal family certainly didn't have the 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 from the Ministry of Civil Affairs back to the royal family. After a big round of kicking, it was still two big words, no money!

Poor Wen Fu Wu, no money, even the muscles can not be trained, also repair What immortal!

Naturally, these generals have their hometown. Their hometown is often in the outer world of the Empire. It is reasonable to say that the royal family can't manage them, but the hometown should manage them.

But in other words, in order to fight the Empire's counterattack, the outside world of the Empire has drained the last drop of blood and sweat, one by one, one by one, and the economy is on the verge of collapse or in the process of collapse. How can we afford to cultivate these wastes?

Moreover, more than ten years ago, they went out with countless sons and vowed to fight for the great wealth. Now, they haven't seen where the wealth is. Sons and daughters beat themselves up first and drag their bodies back to their hometown. How can they meet their parents?

To be more practical, everyone comes out to cultivate immortals. They are all mixed up in jiedan and Yuanying. Who can have few enemies in their hometown?

Enemies are grinding their swords and waiting for them to go back. How dare these lonely and lonely commanders go back to their hometown and throw themselves into the net?

It's meaningless to go back to my hometown. The "general school class" is a big pit. It's just three melons and two jujubes a day. They have little water to deal with each other. They barely hang their lives and live a non-human and non ghost life. It's really a pity that heaven should not and the earth should not work. It's no better than unloading the mill and killing the donkey and tearing down the bridge!

Zhao Zhenwu is one of the most typical "bare rod commander, miscellaneous general".

Zhao Zhenwu, an immortal of the Empire, wakes 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, and was graciously awarded new medals and honors. On behalf of the Empire, he was graciously grateful for his great contribution. Finally, he was politely kicked into the Royal Academy of higher officers and the general's class.

At this moment, under the ground of the thirty Sixth District, Zhao Zhenwu, wearing a white general's school woolen clothes, folded and folded a wrinkled military cap, and then began to be stunned.

This is a new habit he developed in the general school class.

It's not to be in a daze, it's mainly because I don't want to be in a daze. I just want to figure out what's going on. How can I beat the boss away step by step?

Anyway, there is nothing else to do in the general's study class except to be in a daze. Many miscellaneous generals ponder all the time just like him. If they really can't think about it, they will cry, or fight with the clansmen who are as fat as pigs. Even if they are short of arms and broken legs, it's easy to beat a few clansmen.

However, this is not a good time to be in a daze.

Zhao Zhenwu was stunned for a while, and his eyes were fixed again. His right palm was sweating, and his left hand was creaking. He almost wrung his military cap out of the water. He was half distressed and half worried to see the "Seven Star Jade knife".

At this moment, the Seven Star Jade knife, which has not been separated from the bloody battle for more than ten years, is carried in another person's hand, like a salted fish.

That's the treasurer of the pawnshop. As the old saying goes, worship.

The treasurer's mouth is hairless and his bones are less than four Liang. He doesn't look like an experienced cabinet. Maybe he's just a novice. He doesn't dare to show me his family sword.

"It's made of scrap copper and iron. It's broken and rusty. It's worth three thousand crystal coins."

The treasurer looked at the knife and then at him, then at him and then at the knife. He yawned and said listlessly.

Zhao Zhenwu's heart sank - what did he say? He was really a novice. I'd better show him something wrong!

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