Aslan has to personally take charge of the Ottoman Kingdom and respond to possible unexpected situations at any time. Behind the two principalities adjacent to the Ottoman Kingdom is the Maxim Empire.
The tribes that attacked those two small countries were the driving forces behind the Maxim Empire. Who can guarantee that the Maxim Empire would not use this to send troops into the country?
Aslan has received information that the Maxim Empire has sent nearly 100,000 troops to the border.
As a routine matter, I went to the dock to check out the renovation of warships. Except for the Snowfield-class destroyer, which stayed at Weihai Port, all the warships purchased by the Holy Bulita Empire were being renovated on Wolan Island.
In order to be put into use as soon as possible, there is only one shell left of the Snowfield-class destroyer, and the weapons need to be re-equipped. It takes too long, which is just the time to stop the production of Clayton-class frigates.
Looking at the Frenhl-class destroyer in front of me, it has been renovated. The main gun remains unchanged. At most, a strong magic circuit is engraved on the gun body to extend the life of the main gun.
Fortunately, the Holy Breta Empire had already replaced all the main gun barrels before selling it to Aslan. Otherwise, the problem of the barrels alone would be enough to give Aslan a headache.
With the current technological level of the Melox Empire, it requires the cooperation of magicians to produce a gun barrel of this level.
"How long will it take for the Fleur-class destroyers to be put into actual combat?" Aslan asked when he saw Guineaville yawning and pinched her face.
Guineaville said angrily: "That's so fast. The battleship armor needs to be engraved with magic circuits, and the turrets also need to be engraved. The magic circuit engraving alone will take at least a month. It will also take a month to install a magic power furnace, a magic wave radar, etc., and finally
It will take two months soon.”
Aslan nodded. There was nothing he could do about it. After all, the talent pool was still too small.
"Dad, if we are fighting on multiple fronts now, will it be too stressful?" Guinevere asked cautiously.
"Who said we were fighting on multiple fronts?" Aslan looked at Guinevere in confusion and asked.
"Mother Artoria is leading the army at the border, ready to go. Mrs. Sharon is stirring up trouble in the Ottoman Kingdom again. The war has started in the Yadong subcontinent again. You also sent people to the Principality of Cologne to try to open the way to the central plains.
route, coupled with Gawain's southern legions, the empire is besieged on all sides." Guinevere said, counting on her fingers.
Aslan smiled and flicked her forehead.
"It's as troublesome as you think. I am fully confident that I can win the Principality of Cologne without any bloodshed. The Southern Army is confronting the Free Magic Alliance Army of the Magic City. The two sides will not easily start a war. The Magic City is waiting. With the Ottoman Kingdom
If it is captured, the Empire and the Maxim Empire will have to fight, and the Magic City is still hesitating whether to ally with us, or to attack and annex the Empire with the Maxim Empire when the time comes."
"We have only one real enemy, and that is the Maxim Empire. Once we lose the war with the Maxim Empire, it will definitely attract the prying eyes of the Magic City and the Eastern God Church." Aslan said unhurriedly.
"Then why don't we continue as we are?" Guinevere asked doubtfully.
"It's good to continue as we are, but it will also prevent us from becoming the fourth largest force in the continent. After the war in the central plains, both the Magic City and the Maxim Empire will definitely take action against us and strangle us in the cradle.
Among them." Aslan explained carefully.
Guineaville sighed helplessly and said, "Is this all we can do?"
"So we must fight. It is better to fight sooner rather than later. Don't think that tigers don't eat people. It's just that they are not hungry now. Compared with other forces, the empire is the weakest. Once they stop fighting, they may join forces to swallow us.
"Aslan touched Guinevere's head and said.
"If you want to become one of the talkative people in the mainland, you can't just rely on words. Just look at the current Maxim Empire. Its sudden rise affects the interests of the other two countries. Naturally, they have to follow the Maxim Empire.
The Sim Empire is going to war, so I must seize this opportunity and take advantage of the fact that they can’t take care of us, and integrate the forces in my hands as quickly as possible to prepare for the attack of the other three major forces?"
"Dad, are you saying that the three forces of the Maxim Empire, the Magic City, and the Eastern God Sect will join forces to attack us?" Guinevere asked in surprise.
"It's very possible." Aslan nodded and said.
Guineaville was silent for a while and patted her fat little face.
"I see."
Aslan looked at Guinevere who was devoted to her work, smiled and shook her head.
Turning your attention to the direction of the Yadong subcontinent, the only place in the entire empire that is still in the war stage is the Yadong subcontinent.
Compared to the Eastern Divine Religion and the Capital of Magic, the Merox Empire and the Maxim Empire have irreconcilable conflicts.
Both parties made their fortunes through commerce and industry, and their main goals were the huge market and financial status they each occupied. The other three forces could all form an alliance, but the Maxim Empire and the Merlox Empire could not form an alliance.
"I have a headache!" Aslan rubbed his temples.
The biggest trouble now is the Yadong subcontinent. The slightest mistake will cause the Maxim Empire to launch an all-out counterattack.
One hundred thousand volunteers is already the limit. If more troops are added, no matter how slow the Maxim Empire responds, it will no longer allow Dong Yapu Company to develop.
"Now the only chance to break the situation is the Yadong subcontinent." Aslan's deep eyes began to glow with a faint white light.
Battlefield in the Pune area of the East Asian subcontinent.
The engineer battalion of the Maxim Guards advanced the trenches to one kilometer, and many engineers rested with their backs on the trenches. At this rate, the trenches of Dongyap Company's security forces could be dug in one day.
Suddenly, an engineer with sharp ears asked: "You didn't hear anything?"
The companion next to me just said ‘no’.
A mortar shell landed just where the engineer team was resting, and a loud explosion blew up the entire engineer team in the trench.
These engineers are mainly ordinary people, and their bodies are simply unable to withstand the impact of such a close-range explosion.
The stumps and broken arms were blown away, and blood splattered everywhere.
Then countless mortar shells fell from the sky, blowing up the resting area of the enemy's trench engineers.
After receiving the news, Remington immediately picked up his telescope and looked at it. His face turned pale with anger.
"What are the aviation magic troops doing? Where are the enemy's artillery positions?" Remington shouted loudly.
The aviation magic troops, which have been on high-altitude vigilance, did not discover the enemy's artillery position.
Soon a sharp-eyed aviation magician noticed the artillery shells flying out of the trench.