Chapter 1333: The Holy Xilan Empire Disturbed by Grassland People

298th year of the Britannia Empire, 220th year of the Holy Hilan Empire.

March 3rd.

Holy Hilan Empire, the imperial capital of Arenmuya, in the palace, Vasili's room -

Mond reported the latest battle report of the Eastern Front to Vasili expressionlessly.

Vasili's face, as expected by Mond - was quite gloomy.

Because the content of this latest report from the Eastern Front was not good.

Its main content was basically how many generals, soldiers and civilians were killed and injured in the East and how much property was lost under the attack and invasion of the grassland people.

Before Mond finished his report, Vasili suddenly jumped up and overturned the long table in front of him.

"Asshole! Asshole!"

"The grassland people deserve to die!"

"The generals and soldiers of the Far East Front also deserve to die!"

Just overturning the long table in front of him was not enough to vent Vasili's anger.

In order to vent, Vasili destroyed everything within his sight.

Vase - smashed.

Books—dead.

Chairs—kicked over.

Mond stood aside silently.

Silently watched Vasili destroy everything in the room.

Silently listened to Vasili's roar.

"I'll change a dog to be the commander-in-chief of the Far Eastern Front, and he will do better than Nikita!"

After suffering the unprecedented humiliation of "the grassland army parading outside the imperial capital" three years ago, Vasili appointed his most capable general—Nikita, who had led his army to help Alenmuya but had not caught up at all, as the new Far Eastern Commander-in-Chief of the Far Eastern Front.

Although his strongest general had been appointed to take over the position of the Far Eastern Front Marshal, the dire situation in the Far East did not improve at all.

The reason—the national strength of their Holy Xilan Empire was weakened.

The weakening of national strength led to the weakening of military strength.

Commanding the Far Eastern Front, whose combat power has been greatly weakened, to fight against the steppe army that is as fierce as wolves and tigers - even Nikita can only feel powerless.

In the past three years, Vasili has been invaded and plundered by the steppe people every year, which has long made him angry.

After destroying almost everything in the empire in the room, Vasili finally regained his composure.

"Mond."

Vashili asked Mond in a deep voice.

"I have decided to remove Nikita from the position of commander-in-chief of the Far Eastern Front."

"Who do you think should be the new commander?"

"You don't have to limit the selection to the marshals."

"As long as you think you have the ability to lead the Far Eastern Front to fight against the steppe people, you can recommend them to me."

"... Your Majesty."

After a moment of silence, Mond sighed softly.

"If even Nikita can't do anything to the steppe people, then there may be no one in our empire who can deal with the steppe people..."

"... Damn it!"

Vashili kicked the bookshelf next to him fiercely and kicked it to the ground.

What Vasili said just now was not a polite remark.

The endless invasion and plunder of the Holy Hilan Empire by the steppe people in the past three years had already made Vasili very angry.

It also made Vasili secretly determined that as long as he could lead the army to defeat the steppe people and help the Holy Hilan Empire to avenge their hatred, even if it was a dog, Vasili would push it to the position of commander-in-chief of the Far East Front.

The bookshelf beside Vasili was kicked down, and for a moment, the various pieces of paper placed in the bookshelf flew around like snowflakes.

Vasili was annoyed by the pieces of paper flying in front of him, and he waved his hand to swat all the pieces of paper away.

When swatting away the flying pieces of paper in the air, Vasili accidentally noticed a piece of paper floating in front of him... a piece of paper.

A piece of... quite familiar paper.

Vasili grabbed the paper with his big hand.

Unfold it.

A person's name was written on it - El Bernard.

Looking at the names written on the paper, memories emerged in Vasili's mind.

Vasili remembered the origin of the paper - two years ago, Dominic, who was about to die of illness, handed it to him personally.

Dominic, who was dying, recommended two talents to Vasili - El and Camille.

In order to let Vasili know the names of the two people more clearly, Dominic wrote the names of the two talents he recommended on the paper and handed it to him personally.

Vasili didn't care about the two talents recommended by Dominic at all.

Vasili accepted the paper with El's name on it to make Dominic, who was dying, happy.

As for the paper with Camille's name on it, because he really didn't want to use a woman as the prime minister of the country, Vasili didn't even take the paper with Camille's name on it.

After returning to the room in the palace with the paper with El's name on it, El casually stuffed the paper into the bookshelf and never paid attention to it again.

Until now - two years have passed, in this extremely accidental opportunity, this piece of paper finally saw the light of day again and was seen by Vasili.

Vasili tightly grasped the piece of paper in his hand.

His eyes were fixed on the name written on it.

"... Your Majesty?"

Seeing that Vasili was holding the piece of paper and did not move for a long time, Mond called Vasili in a tentative tone.

Vasili moved his eyes away from the paper.

His head slowly raised.

"Mond."

"I'm here."

"Call El Bernard for me."

...

...

Holy Hiran Empire, outskirts of Elianmuya, Boji Town, Rifle Department.

Dong, Dong, Dong.

El sat on a chair in the Rifle Department, casually beating the small drum in his arms.

He didn't make any music, just beating it casually.

Looking at El's appearance, it seems that he just wants to beat the small drum and listen to the sound of the small drum, and he doesn't want to beat any pleasant music at all.

"El..."

Just then, Gabriel opened the door and shouted at El unhappily:

"What have you been doing these days? You bought a lot of musical instruments and beat and blow them!"

"What are you doing? Do you want to learn a musical instrument?"

"You think too much." El responded with a smile, "I'm not interested in music, I just want to listen to the different sounds of different instruments."

After that, El picked up the small drum in his arms.

"It's a really good instrument."

Looking at the small drum in his hand, El praised.

"The sound is loud enough, and the sound is exciting enough."

"Although I don't know what you are doing, you'd better put down what you are doing first."

After that, Gabriel smiled and raised a white envelope in his hand.

"Another letter from Camille has arrived."

Hearing Gabriel's words, El's eyes suddenly lit up, and he quickly put down the small drum in his hand, and then asked Gabriel:

"What is written in the letter?"

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