After receiving the order, the general liaison officer came to the lounge of the martial arts field and put the thick stack of files on the table. Cohen stood up, reached out and picked among the files, and finally took out a dozen files and spread them on the table.

The staff officer took a quick look and found that these documents were the personal information of some demon empire generals.

"The first target I proposed was the Demonic Empire Camp and Wells. Here, Camp's national power has declined, and it won't take five years to recover, so it can be ignored." Cohen looked at it.

The confused Carlos said, "Then, the only thing left to deal with is the Wells Empire. Their two main armies were completely wiped out in the war between gods and demons. Although it has not reached the level of the Camp Empire, it is still in a state of devastation.

situation."

"We all know these situations. Although the offensive power of the Wells Empire no longer exists, they still have a considerable amount of defensive power." The general staff officer nodded, "In recent times, they have been strengthening their military strength.

.And I'm worried that they will ask for assistance from other empires when they are attacked. In that case, we will be at war with several demon empires, and the situation will be very unfavorable to us."

"So as I said last time, the key point is to eliminate their two advantages - defense power and the possibility of military reinforcements." Cohen sat back in his chair, "What were you thinking about during the meeting?"

"Sorry, I was shocked by your first plan at the last meeting, boss, and I didn't react for a moment..." Carlos smiled sheepishly, "And boss, you didn't explain it very thoroughly. You only talked about the Wells Empire.

very unique……"

"Yes, the Liaison Department's intelligence is very good. It has pointed out all the characteristics of the Wells Empire." Cohen nodded, "Military, political, history, and people's mentality. Have you and your men really studied it carefully?"

"We have studied it carefully...I think no one is more familiar with this information than me, but I still haven't found a good way."

"Is this really true?" Cohen leaned down and put his hands on the table, "Let me guess, your unturned head should only pay attention to military and political intelligence!"

As soon as Cohen said his words, Carlos was stunned because he had only noticed these two items all this time.

"Look at this national situation analysis." Cohen picked up a piece of intelligence. "Due to its geographical location and history, the folk customs of the Wells Empire are fierce, and most of the people have upright personalities. In addition, they also worship heroes extremely.

"

"What can this information show?" The general staff officer spread his hands, "This will not be of much help to the war!"

"My general staff officer, this is what you don't understand. You must know that you are not the general staff officer of a certain province, but the top military staff of the empire. What you are fighting is no longer a small battle, so you

We must complete the transformation of our duties and thinking patterns." Cohen said with a serious face, "Now it seems that ordinary combat methods are just a waste of national power. You must consider all situations of the enemy country and our country, and take advantage of every available condition.

Take advantage of it so you can seize the opportunity!"

"What the boss means is that there are conditions that can be exploited in this information?"

"You think I'm full of food and have nothing to do, so you're asking you to watch this? Those who could be called heroes in the past were all finished during the war between gods and demons. At this time, the people will be more agitated. If they attack blindly, they will encounter

The resistance will be fierce." Larn walked to the corner of the room and poured himself a glass of wine. "In the days without heroes, their hearts will be so empty and lost... We have to help them."

"Boss..." the general staff officer understood something, "You mean...you don't want to help them..."

"That's right! We need to help them find a hero, preferably a hero who can infect men with his blood and charm women with his face. We need to make him perfect, and make the whole country of Wells

He screamed for his heroic act." Cohen closed his eyes and tasted the wine carefully, "After that... let us overthrow him, and at the same time overthrow the empire's will to fight. In this way, we don't have to pay too much price at all,

The Vergos Empire will collapse like a decaying building... Hey! What's that expression on your face?"

"I, I'm just a little cold." Carlos was a little embarrassed. While answering Cohen's words, he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and then rubbed his hands nervously.

Although the plan that Cohen casually mentioned was too insidious, Carlos had to admit that the plan itself would achieve very good results, even effects beyond ordinary people's expectations. But... Your Majesty Cohen, when did his mind change?

Is it so scary? Although it has been scary before, at least he will use some funny tricks to cover it up.

"Are you scared by me?" Cohen looked at Carlos, "Look at your expression."

"It's not that you're scared, right?" Carlos replied with a dry smile, "After all, you've been following the boss for a long time."

"I'm glad you weren't scared." Cohen said with a smile: "So, as the Imperial General Staff Officer, let's talk about the next plan! How are you going to arrange this series of wars?"

"In five days, a high-mobility force was dispatched to firmly grasp the dividing line between gods and demons between our country and the two demon empires. It took one month to complete preparations for the first decisive battle and mobilize 50,000 troops.

Launch the first attack, and gradually increase the army in subsequent attacks, so that the accumulated attacks will paralyze the assistance of other demonic empires." Carlos calmed down and thought about it for a moment, "Also, I plan to use five

Attack to create such a hero."

"After all, we are a big country, and five attacks seems a bit petty. Let's add two more." Cohen corrected: "Use these attacks to train our newly recruited soldiers, and try to let each recruit feel the atmosphere of actual combat.

"

"Okay, but if we want to create heroes, we have to let them win several times in the war." Carlos asked again, "Although we will not pay the price of our lives, will the failure of these few attacks affect us?

The morale of the military and the people?"

"As long as the enemy has a narrow victory, my excellent staff won't be able to deal with the embarrassment of the army's poor logistics, right?" Cohen put down his glass, "Block all news of the war internally, sing and dance, it's time to

What are you doing!"

"Of course there is no problem in this case." Carlos looked at the files spread out on the table, "Boss, please first decide who you want to be this hero."

Cohen chuckled, clicking his fingers on several files, mumbling something, and making a series of strange sounds. Carlos couldn't help but wonder if there was something wrong with his ears, because what he heard was a "pointing" sound.

Bingbing, who is my little Bingbing...".

After Cohen finished reciting this "magical spell", he picked up the file that was pointed at by his finger and said, "That's him!"

"This general is very young!" Carlos took the document, "and his face is also very handsome."

"Let's go ahead and do it. All the people on this table and the liaison office have placed eyeliners around them. Pay attention to cooperation during the operation, and you have to change your head quickly." At this point, Cohen hit.

Snapping his fingers, "I have to go, I wish you good luck."

After a while, the ordinary carriage that His Majesty Cohen was riding in had turned onto the street out of the city. But Bai Ying, who was sitting opposite him, discovered that compared with previous trips, Cohen seemed very silent along the way. In fact,

Silence is not entirely correct, Cohen's facial expression is quite serious now.

"What's wrong?" Bai Ying's voice sounded in Cohen's mind, "Is there any problem?"

"In the martial arts hall just now, did you notice the headdress that Crow gave to Qin Lun? That thing is very strange." Cohen raised his eyes, "I didn't pay attention to it before, but today when I held it in my hand, I felt that there was magic on it.

Blessings.”

"It's common for ornaments to have magic blessings on them. Isn't it surprising?"

"Qin Lun has been wearing this ornament since he got it. If it were ordinary magic, no matter whether it was divine or demonic, Qin Lun's original weak body would not be able to bear it, but Qin Lun is fine..." Cohen said slightly

He smiled and said, "The crow has nothing on his body, so he searched all over his body that day to find such an accessory, and he was reluctant to part with it. With this clue, I have roughly guessed the identity of the crow."

Cohen smiled and looked out the window. Bai Ying asked again and fell into deep thought after getting the answer...

With a slight sway, the carriage they were sitting on had slowly driven out of the tall city gate of the Holy Capital.

A quarter of an hour after Cohen's carriage left the city gate, more than thirty fast horses carrying orders ran out from the four city gates. The knights on the horses were all in silver armor, carrying confidential orders from the staff in their arms, and headed to each legion's garrison.

and training ground.

At the same time, the military headquarters in the palace has entered a state of war. Several cordons have been set up outside the building. All the personnel inside have taken off their cumbersome uniforms and put on suits that are convenient for movement. Several of them were made not long ago.

A large sand table marking the boundary between gods and demons was moved from the storage room to the garden and placed in a long row. Several staff officers were busy placing small flags of various colors on the sand table.

After a "test" order, various transfer orders were written in the hands of the General Staff Officer and sent to various military stations in the empire along the new command system extending in all directions. The first one to receive the order was Wingman Flight

troops, as well as the Second Guards Army under the command of Lieutenant General Helter.

After receiving the order, the two armies immediately allocated some elite troops to serve as vanguards in the name of training, allowing these small troops to rush to the dividing line between gods and demons. Due to the hasty departure time, some soldiers did not even get their weapons.

Fortunately, there are many military supplies warehouses along the way, which can replenish all military supplies including war horses and clothing.

All operations were carried out in secret, and the military system involved in the operation was completely isolated from the outside world. Although the envoys from various countries of the Divine Alliance were still shuttled through the Holy Capital, they were busy with "other affairs" and would not return for a while.

Didn't notice it coming up here.

As a result, without showing any eye-catching signs, the first military operation after the recovery of the Sibia Empire has begun...

Demon Alliance, Wells Empire, capital.

It has been three days since the traveling Duke Swice Hepburn arrived here and stayed in the villa of a prominent local nobleman. The reason why he chose to live here is not only because the Duke has contacts with this family, but also because Swish Hepburn has a relationship with the family.

Hepburn himself liked the quiet environment here - the most prominent nobleman of this aristocratic family died in the line of duty in the last war between gods and demons, and the other family members' titles were not very high, so there were naturally few people in the snobbish imperial capital.

People are interested in it, so there usually won’t be any particularly lively scenes.

What makes Duke Swiss feel even more comfortable is that the hostess of this place, a widowed marquise, is a good friend of his mother when she was young, and she usually only treats him as a junior... What a pity, our Sis

On the first day that Duke Weiss arrived in the capital, when he went to the palace to visit the royal family, those crazy women almost tore him apart. Even the princesses and concubines who should have been more reserved were like this. Duke Weiss, who was sweating coldly, almost tore him apart.

He escaped all the way.

It's no wonder that in the Wells Empire, Swice Hepburn, who is famous for his "beauty", is a rare sight in a hundred years. Although he understands the mentality of others, as the person involved, Swice still feels very distressed. He would rather be like

Now, sitting quietly on a chair under the shade of a tree, watching Shania Gironde and Ellie Fran playing on the grass in the distance.

"Swiss, so you are here." The Marquise came over with her maid and sat down opposite Siswis, "It's not good to sit like this. Why don't you go out for a walk with these two ladies? There are still people in the capital.

There are many fun places." "Good afternoon, Marquise." Swice nodded to the virtuous lady, but could not explain to her the inhumane treatment he had received recently, "I like to sit quietly, and scenes that are too lively are not suitable for me.

Not suitable for me."

"As expected, I like a quiet personality, but it would be better to attend some aristocratic gatherings." The Marquise smiled and handed over a stack of business cards with a quiet fragrance, "These implicit invitations are for you, take them.

!Handsome young man.”

"Thank you." Siwes took it and looked through it and found that these were the business cards of some aristocratic ladies, and short sentences such as "Miss so-and-so, at such and such a day and time at home" were written in elegant writing on the back of the business cards.

He didn't see any words of invitation, so he looked at the Marquise with doubtful eyes.

"They say this is an implicit invitation." The Marquise explained with a smile, "This is the Wells Empire. The customs are different from the Brooke Empire. If it is not a very formal ball, special invitations will not be issued.

.The lady written on the back is the initiator of the dance, and she is at home at a certain time on a certain day, which indicates the time and place."
To be continued...