On the TV, on the tallest magic tower in Hislia, the capital of the New Puppet Empire, the red flag of the New Puppet Empire with the white magic eye embroidered on it was slowly lowered.
Because the new Puppet Empire wants to break with the Puppet Empire, the flag uses the opposite color of the original Puppet Empire flag.
In other words, the flag of the puppet empire is a white flag with a red magic eye, and the new puppet empire uses a red flag with a white magic eye.
This flag, which had only flown in Hislia for more than half a year, was lowered again, amidst the tragic music of the new puppet empire.
The magicians of the new puppet empire who watched the flag-lowering ceremony, as well as the aboriginal people who did not know magic but still loved their country, watched the flag of their country being slowly lowered, with sad tears flowing in their eyes.
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They knew that at this moment, their country no longer existed. The hope that had existed for thousands of years and barely survived the last war also disappeared completely.
The reporters from the Eilandhill Empire stationed in the new puppet empire used cameras to record the expressions of these aborigines.
Some of them were crying bitterly, some lowered their heads in tears, and some magicians stared at the falling flag with expressionless faces, as if they were brewing their own sorrow.
At the moment when the tragic music ended, the flag of the new puppet empire disappeared from the top of the magic tower. Crystal tears finally flowed from the corners of the eyes of these magicians, and their emotions also burst out at this moment.
"Ugh..." A female magician hugged the sister next to her and cried unbridled. Beside her, a group of male magicians did not dare to look at the top of the magic tower.
Sure enough, the music of the Eilanhill Empire began to play, and a huge, unimaginable black eagle flag rolled down in the wind from the top of the magic tower.
It rolled away little by little, almost blocking the entire body of the Magic Tower. On the flagpole at the top of the Magic Tower, the same black eagle flag, except that it was much smaller, was slowly rising to the music.
On the background of the flagpole, sky battleships hovered one after another in the blue sky. Seven F-14 Tomcat fighter jets, dragging colorful smoke, roared across the sky of Hislia.
The world is always so unfair. When someone is sad, there are naturally others who are reveling in happiness.
While the people of the New Puppet Empire are mourning across the country, and while they are paying homage to their motherland in their hearts, the people of the Eilanhir Empire are rejoicing across the country.
Their empire has grown again, and their great emperor has once again conquered his opponents. This kind of thing is certainly worthy of celebration, so in front of the TV, almost everyone is toasting and shouting long live the emperor.
Of course, as I said before, the world is so unfair. When some people are reveling and happy, there are naturally still people who are sad and sad.
In a magnificent and majestic castle in the Eilanhill Empire, a rich man wearing gorgeous silk hand-sewn clothes impatiently turned off the huge TV set on the wall in the living room and cut off the solemn flag-raising ceremony.
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He threw the remote control of the expensive LCD TV on the soft sofa next to him, and said depressedly: "Okay, now it's okay, the new puppet empire is ours without any bloodshed!"
Yes, he didn't think that such a bloodless battle was something he was happy about. Another nobleman in gorgeous clothes beside him nodded and echoed in almost the same tone: "Yes, the war has not broken out, but the benefits have already been
I got it, it’s really a very happy thing.”
They are the victims of the New Puppet Empire surrendering without a fight. Like the sad natives of the New Puppet Empire, they are extremely sad at this moment.
A female aristocrat shook the exquisite colored gold jewelry on her wrist and said with a sweet smile: "This tone is so sour that I almost want to laugh. But I really can't laugh because we lost a lot of money.
Big enough money to keep us happy for a long time!”
Her figure is well maintained, and the jewelry on her wrists is also the latest style this year. The bonus is also the most popular gesture material at the moment. If it weren't for the wrinkles on her face that make her look a little disgusting when she smiles, she can be considered a good woman.
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There is no shortage of miracles in this world. There are people who can build a super empire under the age of 30, and there are also people who can become the prime minister of a super empire under the age of 30.
But there are more normal people in this world who can save a family fortune only after they are decades old. There are also more countless poor people who cannot save a family fortune in several lifetimes.
The woman in front of her was lucky. She came from a noble family and had a great family. However, she had to wait until she was almost 45 years old before she received the inheritance from her father and became qualified to sit in this room.
Hearing her words, a fat man on the other side muttered bitterly: "Damn it! Why didn't we start a fight?"
"Indeed... it can only be described as seeing a ghost." An old nobleman nodded, giving a simple summary of their conversation just now. Indeed, for them, this ending is really a "god."
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"No one wants to see this kind of result. The result we hope for is that when the war breaks out now, our army consumes hundreds of thousands of tons of artillery shells every day and drops tens of thousands of bombs every day." The Chinese clothing businessman who spoke first was depressed.
He opened his mouth and continued.
Sitting here are basically businessmen and nobles who made war fortunes. They long for war more than they long for victory!
Whether they are defeated or victorious, they can earn countless gold coins, so they are not worried about defeat, they are just sorry that a war has disappeared without a trace.
An arms dealer held a cigarette between two thick, carrot-like fingers and said proudly: "Hundreds of thousands of tons of bombs? As long as the war is not lost, millions of tons of artillery shells will make people happy!"
"Hahaha! That's right." Sure enough, a group of people nodded in agreement with his point of view, like a carnival.
At this time, a man asked in a show-off manner: "I heard that the casualties in the Demon Realm have been calculated. More than 4,000 soldiers were killed and more than 20,000 soldiers were injured..."
A rich man next to him heard the elegant sound of the string and quickly complimented him: "You have made a fortune this time! Your pharmaceutical factory specializes in the production of bandages and hemostatic drugs."
After showing off his "victory", the man quickly became humble and pretended that his income was insignificant: "How much money do I have? Wells, you produce real artillery shells, tens of thousands of tons per day."