Monarch of Evernight: Nine Sincerity

bsp;The next few days were calm, and Blackstream City was prosperous as always. The construction of Wolf City is nearing completion. The initial construction of several mines has been completed and a large amount of ore has begun to be produced. The large-scale cargo floating fleet traveling to and from Blackstream City has increased from once a month to three times a month.

Near the original werewolf territory, not only black stones and black crystals were discovered, but also several metal veins, including a large number of weapon-grade metals used in high-strength alloys, as well as a variety of rare elements with strategic value.

With these resources, a workshop specializing in the production of Force gun barrels can even be built on site. This is exactly what Song Zining planned to do. Since the past ten months, large-scale equipment has been continuously sent to Wolf City, including four power towers alone.

In the past few days, apart from going to the office to read the battle reports, Song Zining had nothing to do. He drank tea and read every day, and occasionally played a game of chess with Nan Hua. He lived a leisurely and comfortable life, like a god. Perhaps because of the relaxed life, Song Zining's complexion improved significantly, and his handsome face began to have a gleaming luster again.

Nan Hua stayed with Song Zining almost all the time, reading books, playing chess, and even trimming the flowers and plants in the courtyard. When the time comes, she will cook herself and make some porridge and side dishes. She was born as a princess, and her cooking skills were obvious, but not very good. However, Song Zining, who was used to eating delicious food from all over the empire, was not picky. He ate it all with great interest every time. He would also discuss with Nan Hua how to make porridge fragrant and fragrant, and how to make pickles a delicacy on the table.

For Nan Hua, days like this are like a dream.

Nan Hua hesitated to speak several times, but when Song Zining noticed and asked about it, she would talk about it and change the topic. Song Zining has encountered this situation many times. The romantic Qi Shao was always surrounded by beauties. Let alone spending several days with any girl day and night, even spending a complete night with him was rare. It has been spread among the circles of noble ladies that Qi Shao likes to sleep alone.

So whenever Qi Shao was particularly nice to a girl, that girl would become very unnatural. Nan Hua seemed to be the same way, so Qi Shao didn't pay much attention.

A few more days passed like this, and Song Zining finally packed up and left for two days, then returned to Blackstream and continued waiting.

In the past two days, he finally felt a little worried. He checked all the arrangements again and made sure that everything was ready before returning to the black stream. With his usual strict methods, there is actually no need to review again. Doing so would easily reveal secrets. But Song Zining was still a little uneasy, but he didn't know the reason, so he couldn't help but check it again.

Back at his residence, Nan Hua quickly prepared refreshments for him. Song Zining sat under the tree, picked up a cup of tea and sipped it slowly, his mind already flying to the distant Twilight Continent.

"What are you thinking about?" Nanhua asked.

Song Zining smiled slightly and said, "It's nothing. But the tea is a little too hot."

"Ah, then I'll make another pot."

Song Zining raised his hand to stop her and said with a smile: "No, that's good."

Nan Hua looked at him with complicated eyes, hesitated to speak, and finally sighed quietly.

Song Zining smiled at her and expressed comfort, but in fact, his mind was entirely on the Twilight Continent. In his mind, a virtual twilight continent had formed. Nighteye had just rushed out of the dark area in the center, followed by a large number of pursuers, including many strong ones.

Yetong escaped according to the predetermined route. Along the way, reinforcements deployed in advance were constantly activated to intercept, mislead, and divert the pursuers. They covered Nighteye's escape to the edge of the continent, where he took the reserved high-speed aeroboat to escape. Twilight.

Over the past few days, this plan has been passed through Song Zining's mind hundreds of thousands of times. Every detail, down to each Anzi's activities and various variables, are clearly engraved in his mind. It was in this extremely boring meditation that Song Zining filled up all the imaginable loopholes bit by bit, imagined all the changes, and envisioned a remedy for each change.

This is the reality behind the appearance of the future military god's plan. Since the Huangquan training camp, Song Zining has understood that talent only provides an upward ladder, and how far he can climb on this ladder still depends on himself.

While there was peace and tranquility in the eternal night, war reignited in Floating Land. After a long period of repairs, the dark race finally completed its army. The army passed through the long wasteland and officially entered the territory of the Zhao clan. They set up camp a hundred miles away from the Unfallen City and began to build a fortress to confront the imperial fortress group.

As the armies of both sides continue to mobilize, more than a million troops have been deployed around the Unfallen City.

On the other side of the floating land, the freed-up dark races aimed their spearheads at the Wangyue Plain. They defeated the main force of the Song clan in one battle and drove the Song clan completely out of the Wangyue Plain. They also pursued and killed them all the way, keeping the Song clan at bay. The remaining troops rushed into the Unfallen City and then gave up.

At this point, apart from the unfallen city on the floating land, only the Li family is left struggling to support themselves in the misty forest. For some reason, Aiden's playing frequency suddenly decreased during this period, which gave the miserable Li family and Zhushijia teams a chance to breathe. But the whole Li family couldn't laugh at all. Based on Aiden's past performance, suddenly reducing his participation in games basically means one thing, that is, he has reached a breakthrough point.

The original Aiden had already killed many aristocratic families and made them miserable. If he could break through again, what would happen?

The battle on the floating land is approaching, and the void has already been filled with wreckage. Giant ships are burning and falling from the void every day.

In order to ensure the supply of the Unfallen City and to block the dark race from further increasing its troops, the imperial fleet was dispatched. The First Fleet of the Imperial Guard, which was directly affiliated with the imperial family, was finally dispatched to fight in the void with the fleet directly affiliated with the Eternal Night Parliament. , the exchange ratio was one to two in the first battle.

Inspired by this battle, the fleets of the empire, as well as the combined fleets of the aristocratic families, exerted their efforts and continued to play classic games. The situation on the void battlefield began to slowly tilt towards the empire.

Void fleet battles are always the beginning of ground wars. When the decisive battle on the floating land was imminent, countless intelligence reports flew into the imperial capital like snow flakes, and then split into three channels, entering the military headquarters, the imperial palace, and the council chamber representing the combined forces of the powerful families.

In the Imperial Military Headquarters, all intelligence and battle reports poured in like a wave, and then were divided according to their importance, and then flowed to different departments, large and small. Everything seemed very orderly. However, if someone could have an overview of the overall situation, they would find that most of the battle reports from Floating Land flow to various executive departments of the military and are not sent to the real decision-makers, except for the void battlefield.

This sign can only mean one thing, and that is that in the eyes of the big shots in charge of the military, the Battle of Floating Land is not the most important battle at the moment.

At this moment, a conference room on the top floor of the military headquarters was filled with smoke, and the smell of tobacco and tea mixed together, becoming indescribably weird.

There are thirteen seats in the conference room, but only seven seats are occupied at the moment. Most of the people at the table were over sixty years old, and there was even an old man who was so old that his wrinkled skin was covered with age spots, and his whole body smelled of decay. His eyes were half open and half closed, and the cloudy eyes were like two pools of stagnant water, making people wonder whether he was awake or asleep.

But the old man with half his foot in the coffin was sitting in the center. There are three seats in the center of this conference room. Although the old man is sitting on the seat next to him, the other two seats are empty. In other words, at this moment, the old man is the core role of the meeting.

However, if you look closely, the other six people are also big shots in charge of one side. When they sit together, they can basically decide the direction of the Imperial Military Department.

A thin document, no more than two pages, was placed in front of the seven people. But the paper was full of scribbles and signatures. Just for these two pages, these real big shots in the imperial military have been discussing for a day and a night, and it was a day and a night when the war was so urgent.

The content on the paper is very simple. It is actually a list. Behind each name, information such as age, gender, skill achievements, and family origin are marked. It couldn't be simpler.

Everyone spoke one by one, each with a supporter. As the discussion progressed, some names were crossed out and others highlighted. However, as the number of names marked with emphasis increased, the atmosphere in the conference room quickly became tense, and disputes began to arise, and there was even a quarrel.

With a beginning, there will be a continuation. The second quarrel quickly emerged and expanded in the blink of an eye. The big shots were divided into two factions. The quarrel caused sparks to fly, and some even threatened war. But how can the people on the other side be afraid of him? He refused to give in, and was about to take action on the spot.

At this time, the drowsy old man who was sitting in the middle with his head lowered raised his hand and tapped the table gently. The sound of knocking on the table was very soft, but it silenced the entire conference room. The two people who were arguing were still staring at each other, but they both sat down.

The old man finally spoke: "The number of places to go to the Maelstrom this time is twice as much as expected, all thanks to the good work of those little guys. With so many places, you can make such a noise, if only the original expectation Those few, or even fewer, do you really have to fight a few battles to decide who belongs?"

There was silence in the conference room. After a moment, another old man in his sixties coughed. He was wearing an imperial military uniform, but he did not have any military rank. When the two parties were arguing just now, he was just smoking, one after another, one after another. It was obvious that he was very addicted to smoking.

He said slowly: "The opportunity is rare, and it coincides with the resurgence of the empire. Every family wants to take the opportunity to develop and contribute to the empire. This is understandable. However, the quota is limited after all, and it is impossible to give up. Everyone who wants to go to the Maelstrom must see how sincere each company is in doing so."