One Thousand Five Hundred and Four High
Latest URL: Time passes day by day, and it is already a year later.
The mobilization of the Alan Hill Empire is still going on, and countless soldiers are armed and sent to the border.
Countless planets have been transformed into defensive positions, and more planets have become tall buildings along with the development.
Because of the population explosion, many planets began to become prosperous, and various races merged together, and there was a thriving scene everywhere.
However, due to the continuation of the state of war, the speed of economic development has actually slowed down. The vast majority of the means of production are eventually assembled into military production.
One after another, Invincible-class battleships joined the sequence of the space fleet. These battleships cruising in groups on the border of the empire have become a common sight for everyone.
Because of the needs of combat, the Alan Hill Empire also built a large number of transport ships to carry soldiers. These transport ships are fully loaded with droids and interstellar paratroopers, acting as mobile reinforcements to accompany the fleet.
As long as war breaks out in any direction, these troops will rush to the theater as soon as possible to fill the border defense line.
In order to prepare for this war that does not know when it will break out, and may not necessarily break out, the wealth of Chris, the imperial family, has shrunk by one-third.
A large amount of money has been turned into warships of various types. In a sense, the Emperor Chris of the Ireland Hill Empire is now more like a gambler, a crazy gambler who has bet on his wealth.
If this war breaks out, the royal family will become richer and more powerful, and the royal family's prestige will become more terrifying in the territory of the Alan Hill Empire.
If the royal family, which is already like a god, really predicted the war again and led everyone to prepare for the war, then the emperor Chris, who claimed to be a god, would not be questioned by anyone.
However, if Chris guessed wrong, the war did not break out in the end-looking at the current situation, Chris, the founding emperor, is likely to become the first bankrupt emperor of the empire in the end.
"I'm exhausted!" Des sat down on the sofa in front of Chris, and complained a little exhausted.
He grabbed the water glass prepared for him, picked it up and drank the Elven Moonlight Wine with ice cubes in it.
Then he took a long breath and said, "You know, right? Just now, the number of violent cruisers in the empire,
It has surpassed the Exploration-class destroyer! "
"Now you have thousands of cruisers cruising in the universe." He grabbed the wine glass without any hesitation, and poured the wine into his own glass again: "Have you ever thought that such a wait will make you Are you broke?"
"I've thought about it, and my finances told me that my bankruptcy day is coming soon." Chris flipped through the documents in front of him and replied without raising his head.
"Yeah, you know, I calculated your investment a little bit, if it was me, I would already be going bankrupt and liquidated." Des pointed at himself exaggeratedly.
Although he is already the prime minister of the empire, in the eyes of outsiders, he is so majestic that one person is below one person and above ten thousand people in the empire. It can be said that he has power in the true sense.
But in front of Chris, Des has always been a peer. Perhaps, only in front of Chris, he is a "young man" in the true sense.
Although he was already thirty years old, he was still too young for a prime minister of an interstellar empire—after all, the deputy prime ministers of the empire were already hundreds of years old!
If someone heard Des say this at this time, they would be so surprised that their jaws would drop.
To make Des, the second richest chaebol in the empire, say that he would go bankrupt, one can imagine what a huge sum of money that is!
And putting such a huge sum of money in the imperial family only made Chris "feel the pressure of bankruptcy".
In fact, Chris is far from going bankrupt. With such consumption, or more and more consumption, Chris estimates that he can persist for another three years.
In other words, within the next three years, before the war breaks out, he will almost be completely cold.
Of course, there is a solution, at least many people are helping him find a solution, including Des in front of him.
"Even if we add my assets, as well as the assets of the consortia and rich people who are willing to follow us, we can only last for four years at most! In other words, after four years, we will all be liquidated." Des said.
Chris was still touched to hear him say that. Because although Des has been in charge of the empire's economic development, he should oppose the empire's militaristic policy in his bones, but as Chris's friend, Des still said "even if you add me" when he opened his mouth.
This shows that up to now, Des is still willing to spend all his assets and make a crazy gamble with Chris.
Even if, the entire assets of Des now are already countless times the assets of the Longtate family back then!
Long Tate's patriarch lineage is still alive now, and they watched the wealth of Long Tate family become as countless as the stars in the sky with the expansion of the empire. It's a pity that this wealth has little to do with them, because they have all become Des's vassals back then.
"It's not time to move your wife Ben." Chris joked and put down the documents in his hand.
There is no need for Des to save any more wives now, because he has too many wives - in the true sense, there are groups of wives and concubines. The current harem of the prime minister of the empire is ten times more than that of Chris. !
Already young and handsome, coupled with his astonishing wealth and power, he is simply a beauty harvester.
Chris now has 5 sons and 4 daughters, and Des now has 39 sons and 22 daughters. Chris once jokingly said that if Des continues to live like this, it is estimated that the property will not be enough.
"Passive defense is far from enough! We sit at home and wait for the enemy to come to our door. After all, this is a passive way of coping." Des shook the glass of wine he had poured, and persuaded Chris Remonstrance.
"Is this what you said in your heart, or did someone else tell you to tell me?" Chris also poured himself a glass of wine, and asked as he watched the faint radiance of the moonshine wine that contained magical energy.
Des laughed, shook his head and said, "It's not the first day you know me, if it wasn't from my heart, I definitely wouldn't have told you. Either I will suppress this matter, or they I will come to talk to you with my head in my hand."
Chris nodded, and raised his glass to Des: "Don't worry, I won't let anyone walk in front of me with your head."
"This is really good news!" Des raised his glass and drank the little wine left in the glass.
After finishing the wine in his hand, he poured himself another glass. In fact, in the position of prime minister of the empire, there are very few people who can make Des drink three glasses in a row. Usually, as long as he expresses that he will not drink, no one will persuade him.
However, sitting in front of Chris, Des still wanted to act more naturally, he felt that he was still the young servant, still the crazy businessman who had gambled his entire fortune.
After he poured the wine, he continued to say to Chris: "Sit and eat, and in the end there will be nothing to eat... This is not a joke, if your majesty's wealth is not enough to control the entire empire, then chaos will follow. "
At this time, he is an old friend of Chris, not the prime minister of an empire. He only heard him continue to say: "We should take the initiative to find the location of the enemy and try to let the war break out in the enemy's control area. This is the consistent practice of the Alan Hill Empire."
"It has been more than a year, and the empire has not expanded any externally. The war has not broken out, and our weapons production is still going on, which is a great consumption." Before Chris could speak, he continued Then talk to yourself. Because of his loyalty, he has the right to speak freely in front of his monarch.
Chris didn't speak, but just listened quietly there. His current role is a listener, listening to the voices of his subordinates.
This meeting in front of them is not about two people planning to have a meeting. This was a completely personal meeting, and Chris just wanted to hear what was on Des' mind.
After all, he is an emperor, and he cannot completely ignore the thoughts of his subordinates. But now, there are not many people who can make him seriously consider the ideas of his subordinates.
"I believe the threat you told me, even if others don't believe it, I still believe it." Des, who was still holding a wine glass at this time, continued, "However, believing is one thing, how to operate it?" That's another story. We can't put all our eggs in one basket..."
He was going to tell Chris some thoughts of the following people: "Actually, we need to consider too many things. I even heard that many consortiums or wealthy businessmen are considering another possibility."
"Lots of possibilities." Chris was smiling, because he knew a lot of things, a lot of things Des wanted to tell him.
As the emperor of an empire, if Chris could not control every dark corner of this empire, he might have died long ago.
No one who left his mark on the stage of history is really an idiot. Most of the inexplicable stupid decisions are just one-sided manifestations of the lack of analysis of the situation at that time by later generations.
Des nodded, and then shook his head with a wry smile: "Yes, there are many possibilities. For you, there may not be too many choices, but for them, there are still many, many choices."
"It's just that they don't know the truth, so they think there are many choices," Chris said.
Both he and Des knew the truth about the crash of Fengling 004, so they both believed that the other party might be a powerful group.
But other people don't know, and Chris doesn't need to let everyone live in panic. At least no one knew it was so comprehensive. Everyone just thought that the battle of the Higgs 5 planet made the emperor vigilant.
"Not knowing the truth is sometimes a kind of happiness, isn't it?" Des smiled bitterly, and said, "At least, they are still full of hope."
"I know that the intelligence department has provided a lot of information in this regard, but I just don't want to deal with it." Chris also poured himself a glass of moonshine wine and said.
The light blue magic light looks so crystal clear in the wine glass, adding an inexplicable sense of delicacy to this drink.
Des continued: "Some of these people are actively preparing to get the maximum benefits after your industry collapses. Some are actively preparing to leave a way out for themselves."
Chris laughed, as if he didn't care about these things: "I really heard about it, it's a very interesting idea. I heard that someone is building a spaceship that is huge enough. Once there is a problem with the empire, it will carry enough The population flees to unknown universes."
Hearing that Chris knew about this, Des also showed a smile that was no longer so helpless: "Yes, they call this the final plan, it was proposed by a businessman, and 20 million gold coins have been raised …However, the speed at which the funds were raised, I feel more like a scam.”
Chris continued to say indifferently: "Almost, if those who are willing to pay know how expensive a spaceship is, they know that they may be fooled."
You know, real spaceships are very expensive, to the point of despair. Thirty million gold coins are placed in today's Alan Hill Empire, but it is really impossible to build a super spaceship with amazing self-sustaining power.
Because even a giant-class space carrier with a multi-million-ton level is actually not very self-sustaining-without the supplies of resource planets, such a spacecraft cannot cruise outside for a long time.
Hearing what Chris said, Des asked curiously: "Then, Your Majesty, have you ever thought about the second plan after failure?"
"No, actually I don't think that such an escape is useful. But I will seriously consider your suggestion. Maybe when the front line is tight, I will build a spaceship and take everyone away." Ke Reese said with a smile.
Des nodded and said to Chris, "I know what you're thinking, but you don't think you'll lose at all."
"Why did I lose? So many troops have been assembled and so many star domains have been mobilized. If such an empire will fail, what is the meaning of my life?" Chris asked rhetorically.
Without waiting for Des to answer, he continued: "I have always felt that the meaning of my existence is to lead you to glory. If we are all destined to perish, then I will inherit China's legacy and build this empire, wouldn't it? Does it make no sense at all?"
"You're right, this is the meaning of what we've come to today!" Des nodded in conviction, and said in agreement, "Respect... our meaning!"
"To our victory!" Chris raised his glass and said to Des very solemnly.
After the two finished the glass, they found that the wine bottle was empty, Chris knew that Des still had something to say, so he stood up, walked to the front of the wine cabinet, and asked, "Continue to drink? "
"Of course, it's been a long time since we've had a drink and a chat like this, and it's nice, so...why not?" Des said with a smile, a little rosy from three glasses of wine.
"Moonlight wine?" Chris asked.
"Well, the taste of the drink just now is good, and you can only drink such an old wine Moonshine wine here." Des recalled the luscious taste just now, and said with a smile: "Even if you have money, you may not be able to drink it." Let the elves bring out the best."
"Others may not be sure, but if you ask Andrea for it, it's not a problem to get a whole room." Chris took out a bottle of Moonshine Wine from the wine cabinet, then smiled and nodded Desai with his finger you.
Des spread his hands and said rascally: "I don't want to waste the favor of Her Royal Highness on drinks."
"Okay, okay, can I just ask?" Chris walked back and helped Des fill the glass first.
There are not many people in this empire who can let him pour wine on his own initiative. Except for a few imperial concubines, there are probably only a few old officials left who can let Chris pick up the wine bottle by himself.
Instead of panicking, Des said to Chris: "I'll take care of the rest, otherwise I won't have the face to continue drinking."
"Okay!" Chris was not pretentious, but just replied Des.
Then Des continued to talk about the topic he came here to talk to Chris: "If you want to continue to maintain this state, the best way is to expand the empire's territory and use these new outer star fields as Pay the money and repay the consortium that provided the supplies."
This is the purpose of his visit this time, and he hopes that Chris will choose some safer ways to get through the possible crisis: "This is more reasonable than constantly using treasury funds..."
"You know, once a war breaks out, the land outside the defense line may turn into scorched earth." Chris said to Des.
"Yes, I know." Des nodded, "I also know that you have always been a benevolent monarch in your heart, and this has never changed."
Without waiting for Chris to speak, he went on to say: "Actually, we can use a more cruel way to treat these guys who are not treasonous, but are always ready to move."
"Sounds pretty bloody." Chris motioned Des to continue.
Des didn't continue to make detours, and said bluntly: "We can sell the land outside the core defense line of the empire, throw all these planets out, and let those guys eat them!"
"If the enemy comes, they are the eyes outside our defense line, our buffer zone, and can buy us enough time." He cited the benefits of doing this: "These outer planets can provide early warning, and can make the We make preparations in advance... Only a small loss can eliminate the unstable factors for us and increase the chances of winning the war."
As he said, he stretched out his second finger: "And if the enemy does not come, they can also get benefits, and your economy will continue to maintain and will not collapse."
"It sounds good, but you and I both know that the enemy will definitely come, and we will lose part of our manpower and national power because of today's compromise!" Chris said.
He put down his wine glass, and without waiting for Des to persuade him, he continued to speak: "You know it! I've tried everything I can, but I still can't guarantee victory in the next war! If some resources are wasted, I'm afraid of losing When the war is lost, I will regret it and be unwilling!"
"Your Majesty!" Des drank the wine in the glass again, and the glass hit the desk with a crisp sound. Then he spoke, admonishing Chris: "Some people are kept, and they are more than successful than they are... Throwing them out as cannon fodder is the best choice!"
"It's not that I haven't thought about what you said." Chris also drank the moonshine wine in the glass, put down the glass, folded his hands and said to Des: "Perhaps, I should tell everything we know, Release it to the masses and let them make their own choices."
"It's useless! Your Majesty! You should be very clear that even if everyone knows the truth, some people will still make different choices." Des shook his head and said, "This is a gamble! You, me, and us Followers are blocking the outbreak of war... Naturally, some people will bet on the probability that war will not break out."
He stretched out his hand and pointed to the top of his head: "Do you know, once the war does not break out, how much more money will they make? They will control countless planets, control more economic areas, become richer, and More powerful!"
"At that time, your prestige will decline, and your wealth will also shrink greatly. They may even take the opportunity to control the entire empire and make you a puppet emperor!" Des pointed to himself: "And I and Wagron and others will all become gamblers who lose their bets and be expelled from the center of imperial power."
Chris nodded and understood Des's words very well: "You are right, so I should give up these lunatics and let them have the opportunity to open up those foreign star fields?"
"Yes, I think you can sell those areas, let them taste the sweetness, and use their money to support the empire's military expansion and war preparations." Des filled himself and Chris with wine.
Chris thought of an "enhanced version" of this plan, and he said: "Why don't I do it harder... Let them go overseas to develop new star fields, but I only approve puppet robots to leave the country !"
Des was stunned for a moment when he heard Chris' thoughts, and then he decisively gave a thumbs up, expressing his respect for Chris: "Tall! It's really tall!"
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