“AYE!!!!!!”

“AYE!!!!!!”

A wave of sound waves burst out from the seating area of ​​the officers of Tiefeng County.

Skul smiled and asked again, "Who is against it?"

The Xinkendi Grand Council Hall was silent.

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[Fengshi City]

[Mikesh family mansion]

Old Mikesh poured himself wine while trembling with his hands, and shook his head unstoppable:

"What a good thing. I'm really good. I'm just adding water to the wine, and I've forced him to suppress all the free people in the new land."

Lao Mikesh's eldest son, a stout middle-aged man, looked resentful: "What's the reorganization of the National Assembly? Those newly stuffed representatives are not puppets from the army? Now, the Freeman Conference has become a decoration again."

"Even if the wine is not mixed with water, the All Freeman Conference will become a decoration. There are too many people, and nothing can be done." Kay Morran was trapped in a soft chair. He grabbed his hair and murmured to himself: "Power will naturally be concentrated, and real power will always be in the hands of a few people. If nothing unexpected happens, it will be the so-called Supreme Council - six counties and one city. They should leave the vote of Maple Stone City to us."

Old Mikesh's eldest son impatiently drove away the maid who came to help him take off his boots and said in a bad voice: "What's the use of a vote? They were clearly perfunctory to us. There were seven votes in total, and they took six votes - Blood Wolf, Dead Bald Skur, and Lord Magash. As long as two of them reached a consensus, it doesn't matter who we voted for in this vote!"

"This is the best condition we can win. We still have a vote in the Supreme Council after all, don't we?" Kay Morran held up his body, cheered up and comforted the old Mikesh and his son:

"And they are bound by the "Separation Law", and as long as they still want to lead troops, they cannot enter the National Assembly. And you think why Skur Mecklen and Magash Korwin are willing to accept that each person only gets one vote? Although their strength is greatly damaged, their status is equal to the other two. I guess there must be a mystery in this. Our vote must be of great use, and I will show it to you."

"I hope so." Old Mikesh sighed.

The old man slowly lay down on the recliner by the window, and sighed again: "The world is broken... If there is a choice, I would rather go back to the era when General Adams was in charge of the new land than want this vote."

"Yes." Kay Morran also poured himself a glass of wine. He stared at the dark red wine and sighed:

"And they are right, the free people, and the conference of free people, have no ability to fight for Paratu, nor have the will to fight for Paratu, nor even the desire to fight for Paratu.

"Whoever comes, the free people will obey the people. Whoever has a big fist will obey the people. If the Free People's Congress is really put in power, it will be a real cheaper Union muddle.

"They are the defenders of the Republic. From the beginning of the young children, they are forged until they are finally built into weapons of the Union and the Republic.

"They have a sense of ownership than the free people, not only the enthusiasm to maintain the Republic, but also the enthusiasm to transform the Republic..."

Xiaomi Kaish said dissatisfiedly: "His Excellency Kay Morran, how can you be more ambitious and destroy your own prestige?"

"Just a little bit of the truth." Kay Morran smiled: "In fact, I resonate with them more than the free men."

After a moment of silence, Kay Morran said quietly: "They love Paratu more than we do, and all the tragedies of the First Republic originated from this."

When Lao Mikesh heard this, he fell into silence.

Xiaomi Kaishi scratched his head and said distressedly: "However, you have caused them a lot of trouble today, and it doesn't matter to others. Only that bald man is a petty man. I'm afraid that your life will not be very easy."

Kay Morran shook his head and said with a smile:

"It doesn't matter. What I want to do is not to destroy them, but to help them; "What I want to do is not to deny their love for the motherland, but to make more free people love the motherland as much as they do.

"If they can really keep their promises, it won't matter to us and them. His Excellency Geis Adonis will never take my life."

Seeing that Kay Morland had a certain opinion, Xiaomi Kaish didn't say anything. But when he remembered that his efforts were in vain today, he still regretted: "Oh, it's just a little bit. Just a little bit, we can get things done."

"No." Kay Morran said in a surprising way: "I think it's the best now."

Xiaomi Kaish is puzzled.

Kay Morran patiently explained: "It takes a week to learn to use a musket, and a year to learn to use a saber. Power is something more dangerous than muskets and swords. It is tantamount to giving free people a musket with a fuse to a child. The power to be given will only be abused. Only the power won by one's own hands will be properly used. In any case, we retain the seeds of constitutionalism. Next, we patiently water it, wait for it to sprout and grow up."

"Constitutionalism? As long as they can make less trouble for us." Xiaomi Kaish sneered: "I'm thankful. What are you going to do next?"

"Next, I plan to fight for the position of 'speaker'."

"Ah?" Xiaomi Kaish was surprised: "According to their words, isn't that speaker just a decoration?"

Kay Morran is confident: "Believe me, it will work miraculously when handed over to the right person."

Xiaomi Kaish smiled and poured himself another glass of wine: "Father and I will definitely support you with all our might."

"I'm grateful." Kay Morran and Xiaomi Kesh clinked a glass, pondered for a moment, and sincerely said a toast: "May the Fourth Republic prosper and prosper and never stop."

Then, he drank the wine in his glass in one go.

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[Officers' residential area]

[Col. Geisa Adonis's residence]

"In my opinion, if we follow Winters Montagne's approach," Skur Mecklen rubbed his forehead and thoughtfully: "Maybe we can really create something that reflects the will of all the people in the new land to a certain extent."

"Damn it? Fuck it! The more people there are, the less we can do it!" Gaisa gritted her teeth: "Just look, when I go back to Baishan County, I will see that I won't find a thousand or eight hundred people to fill his bullshit council, and to death, and to burst! I let him sit and have no place to sit, and I will stand for the meeting!"

Skur Mecklen rubbed his forehead, too lazy to say more.

Perhaps what Geisa said is right, the more people involved in decision-making, the less likely it is to make effective decisions.

However, for a behemoth that can represent the people of the new land to some extent, if someone can reach a consensus within the behemoth, it will surely mobilize unimaginable forces.

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[Fengshi City]

[Municipal Square]

The flags cover the sun, and the drums and roars are ringing.

All the musicians and military flags in Fengshi City were found to support the scene.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! Under the witness of citizens throughout the square, the soldiers from Tiefeng County, Baishan County, Leiqun County, and Bianjiang County - the troops stationed in Fengshi City - stepped into the square.

They put down their weapons at the entrance and exit of the square, then walked empty-handed to the Grand Chamber, took a collective oath under the traditional Palatu Cross Quadrant Army, then turned around and regained the weapons at the entrance and exit.

As the messengers spread the news throughout the new reclamation area, similar ceremonies will be held in each station one after another, but it is impossible to be so grand, and there will be so many people who will witness it.

"Is this necessary? Is it meaningful?" Mason looked at the scene in front of him and laughed silently: "It's a shameful waste to have such a big battle!"

Winters refused to comment, but Bud, who was beside him, nodded seriously.

"I thought you would appreciate the virtue of thrift more than I did." Senior Mason joked.

"It doesn't mean to the present; but to the future, it means a lot." Bard whispered: "Because this ceremony is not for us, but for our successors, for the people of the future. It is a sacred moment, from now on, when people recall this day, they will say that the army of the New Republic was born at this moment."

Upon hearing this, Mason looked at the chaotic scene when the soldiers took back their weapons, and felt that it was not related to the word "sacred".

"Ha." Senior Mason couldn't help laughing: "I hope that when people in the future can draw memorial paintings, they can draw me more handsomely. It would be even better if they could draw one inch more than my size.

Bard gently clamped his horse's ribs and walked towards the entrance and exit of the Municipal Square, and Winters also tapped the stirrups to follow.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Mason was a little panicked.

Winters explained: "This may be the last day Bud was wearing military uniform, and I accompanied him to finish the ceremony. Wouldn't you go? Senior?"

"Hmph." Mason picked up his arms: "I'm too lazy to engage in this formalism."

Winters turned around and was about to chase Bud.

"By the way." Mason suddenly remembered something and shouted at Winters' back: "Have you discussed how to name this army?"
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