When he woke up, Tang Mo opened his eyes on a bed with little elasticity. He was used to sleeping on a hard bed, because he spent most of his time sleeping on a hard bed in both worlds.
In his last life, he always traveled around the world and spent most of his time on the road. Whether it was on a transport ship escorting arms or on a plane, the bed was not that soft.
In this world, he always slept in the office at the beginning. There were no so-called conditions. A quilt was everything to him. Until now, he still likes to sleep on a hard bed. If he switches to a soft mattress, it will be difficult for him to sleep.
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He rubbed his face, then sat up from the bed, took the cup from the bedside table, took a sip of the cold drink in it, and finally woke up completely.
There is an unfinished drawing spread on the table not far away, and on top of the drawing is a technical parameter manual that is still being written.
Even during the war, he had to ensure more than 2 hours of "technology development" time every day. With these technical reserves and guidance, Datang Group can always lead the world and become the most technologically advanced existence in the world.
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What time did he work until last night? I forgot. Anyway, he worked until he felt sleepy, so he fell on the bed and fell asleep.
As a king, his life is quite boring. What time he does every day is basically fixed, and he is as pitiful as a wage earner.
The most tragic thing is that he even has to look forward to being so boring and monotonous every day, because once his routine is disrupted, it means that a big event will happen that other subordinates cannot handle.
So while he boringly arranged his daily work, he didn't dare to pray for any big changes.
This morning, there was no waiter to wake him up in a hurry, which meant that at least nothing big happened last night. In other words, at least nothing big happened that other people couldn't handle.
What a beautiful day. Tang Mo twisted his neck, stretched, and rang the bedside bell.
"Good morning, Your Majesty!" The waiter who had been waiting outside the door immediately opened the door and came in. He helped Tang Mo make the bed, opened the curtains and opened the window.
"Good morning." Tang Mo walked to the bathroom, took the toothbrush from the maid's hand, and started to wash up. When he wiped his face and walked out, his breakfast was already on the dining table.
This may be a treatment he did not have in his previous life, and it is also one of the benefits that a king should have. He has countless people to serve him, and he almost does not have to do anything himself.
The snow-white bread is stacked diagonally on the plate, and the milk on the side exudes the fragrance of nature. The fried meat slices are dotted with the most luxurious spices, and even the maid standing there waiting to be served is so beautiful that it is a feast for the eyes.
"Good morning. Did you sleep well last night?" Tang Mo asked the man sitting with him as he sat down in his seat.
Wes spread jam on his bread and nodded: "Of course it's good. If I still don't sleep well, then there may not be many people in this world who sleep well."
"Your Majesty, here are the headlines of all newspapers in the country this morning." The life secretary pushed the car into the restaurant, nodded slightly to Weiss, and then reported to Tang Mohui.
"Is there anything worth paying attention to?" Tang Mo asked as he opened his palm and crossed his fingers.
The secretary who followed him had long been used to it. If Tang Mo was interested in the newspaper, he would ask him to read some directly. If he wanted to read important messages, he would reach out.
So he immediately took out last night's telegram record from the lower floor of the car and handed it to Tang Mo: "Your Majesty, there is nothing in the news that deserves your special attention."
The maid next to her was also familiar with His Majesty the King's habits, and immediately stepped forward and started to help Tang Mo spread bright red strawberry jam on the bread with her calloused hands.cascoot
His Majesty the King has to reach out to get the documents, so he doesn't have the hands to handle the food himself. At this time, she needs her help to prepare the food for His Majesty to make it easy to eat.
The maids who can serve Tang Mo are all selected from the graduates of Datang Military Academy, and their loyalty is unquestionable.
Don't look at the maid standing here feeding Tang Mo. She is a primary school girl brought out by You Lin himself. She is an excellent marksman.
The way Tang Mo and Weis get along becomes more and more like a family. This makes the morning in the room feel somewhat warm, and Weisz likes the way it makes him relax.
He used to be a ranger, but now he has lost some freedom, but he has found a feeling he never had before: the warmth of home.
"Xiang Ziyu, I was selected from Tongcheng when the number of paratroopers was expanded..." Tang Mo saw a name and became somewhat interested in this paratrooper.
He saw the battle report saying that the paratrooper fought bravely and took the lead in firing and killed the Qi Prime Minister who was trying to escape.
Although the entire 1st Paratrooper Battalion was credited with killing King Qi, this little guy was also among the people closest to the carriage at that time.
Compared with soldiers in other units, there are generally more young people in paratroopers, armored units and the air force. Because soldiers in these units require some level of education, most of them are young people who have gone to school.
Tang Mo keenly noticed that Liu Guozhu, Xiang Ziyu, and even the former sniper Cao Fei, more and more Chinese names appeared in front of him.
Although the senior officials in the command organization are still dominated by Bunas' old people, among the grassroots officers and soldiers, outstanding people have begun to emerge.
"Before, they used names like Tony, William, and Mike, but now they have changed directly to Liu Guozhu, Xiang Ziyu... It's really a bit uncomfortable." Weiss chewed while sighing: "In a few years, you will
Maybe you really don’t need an old guy like me.”
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Come on! If you want to be lazy, just say so. Saying that you are old is too much." Tang Mo held the document with one hand and took it from the maid's hand with the other.
Taking the bread: "Thank you."
The fried bread, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, intertwined with the soft and sweet jam, making the taste buds on the tongue bloom, and a sense of happiness made Tang Mo squint his eyes.
"These young men should be given medals, better medals!" Tang Mo gave an evaluation that his secretary would keep in mind.
Then he put the documents on the dining table, took away the top report about the paratroopers, picked up the second one and continued to read.
That was a construction report from the rear. Another large-scale copper mine was built in the Tongcheng area. This time, the latest technology was used, which is expected to increase copper production.
This is good news. Such a large mine may provide employment opportunities for more than 10,000 people. It can also promote local economic development and provide the country with more production materials.
Another news came from the Nanla Empire. Susan, the fashion godmother who had been hanging out in the upper class society of the Nanla Empire, cut off contact with her person in charge and sought asylum from the royal family of the Nanla Empire.
Tang Mo didn't feel surprised at all, because to him, this Susan was just a marginal character who could be replaced at any time.
So he looked at the life secretary and ordered: "Let Princess Le'er choose a suitable person to take over Susan's job. In addition...if there is a chance, we should deal with the traitor. We must not let others think that we are too cowardly."
The point where I can’t stand the sword..."
"Yes, Your Majesty." The life secretary wrote down Tang Mo's order again.
Tang Mo's idea was very simple. He hadn't comforted his woman for a long time. If he didn't find something to do for Le'er who was far away in Long Island, he would probably be drained when they met next time.
When I think of Leer, I think of Youlin who lives in Chang'an, and also of Alice who has arrived at Dongwan Island...
Women, there are so many women, and his old waist can't hold it anymore - fortunately, he came to Anpu after the war broke out. He has finally recharged his energy in the past few days and has some more.
capital.
Man, it’s not easy...
After breakfast, Tang Mo took Weiss to the headquarters next door. The officers on duty were still busy, and the female officers were summarizing the messages from the front line, sorting them out, and then backing them up in the register.
When Loew saw Tang Mo, he immediately stood up and greeted: "Your Majesty!"
"Morning." Tang Mo waved his hand casually, indicating to the staff that they should not be so formal: "How is the situation over at the Donghe Bridge?"
"The paratroopers have taken control of the bridgehead, and there is no sign of a large-scale counterattack by the enemy. It is expected that our ground troops will arrive in the area where the paratroopers are this morning," Loew replied.
"Well, this is good news." Tang Mo walked to the map table and looked at the situation of the two armies above. It was too early, and the positions of the various troops on the huge map had not been corrected yet.
After greeting Nangong Hong, who is good at making troubles, he asked: "Your Majesty, civil strife in Qi must have begun. Should we withdraw the paratroopers so that the second prince can reach the royal city smoothly?"
Tang Mo looked at the map and felt that the King's City of Qi was better: "It's not necessary. I think it's more reasonable for us to capture the King's City directly."
"Indeed, we don't need to complicate things. We just need to occupy the royal city according to the original plan and end the war as soon as possible." Loew looked on and couldn't understand Nangong Hong's way of throwing away the benefits in order to deceive others.
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"According to the previous plan, the troops on Qi's frontal defense line who surrendered will all be treated as civilians. If they refuse to lay down their weapons, they will all be taken as captive slaves and sent to the mines." Tang Mo was already thinking about how to use those prisoners of war.
Problem.
Nangong Hong reminded: "Your Majesty, the eldest prince of Qi still has at least 200,000 troops. To us, he is still a threat."
"Don't worry, it is estimated that in a few days, he will have to worry about what to eat for these 200,000 troops." A proud smile appeared on Loew's face. He had just learned from the intelligence obtained from the torture of prisoners sent back from the front line.
He received news about the food shortage in the Qi army.
