841 Chapter 841: Father and Daughter Talk

Aslan had to sit in the Ottoman Kingdom himself and be ready to deal with possible unexpected situations at any time. Behind the two duchies adjacent to the Ottoman Kingdom was the Maxim Empire.

The tribes that attacked those two small countries were the driving forces behind the Maxim Empire, and who could guarantee that the Maxim Empire would not use this to send troops into the country.

Aslan has received the information that the Maxim Empire sent nearly 100,000 troops to the border.

As a matter of routine, I went to the dock to see the refurbishment of the warships. The warships bought by the Holy Bretta Empire, except for the Xueyuan-class destroyer, which was left in Weihai Port, were all placed on Wolan Island for refurbishment.

In order to be put into use as soon as possible, there is only one shell left for the Xueyuan-class destroyer, and the weapons need to be re-equipped, which takes too long, just enough to stop production of the Clayton-class frigate.

Looking at the renovation of the Frennel-class destroyer in front of him, the main gun remains unchanged. At most, a solid magic circuit is engraved on the gun body to prolong the life of the main gun.

Fortunately, the Holy Bretta Empire had already replaced all the barrels of the main guns before selling them to Aslan. Otherwise, the problem of the barrels alone would be enough to cause Aslan a headache.

With the current technological level of the Melox Empire, the cooperation of magicians is needed to produce this level of gun barrel.

"How long will it take for the Frennel-class destroyer to be put into actual combat?" Aslan saw Gwenaville yawning and asked, pinching her face.

Gwennaville said angrily: "That's so fast. The armor of the battleship needs to be engraved with magic circuits, and the turret also needs to be engraved. It will take at least a month to inscribe the magic circuits alone. It will be equipped with magic power furnaces, magic wave radars, etc., in the end. Almost two months."

Aslan nodded, and there was nothing he could do about it. After all, there were too few talent reserves.

"Dad, we are fighting on multiple fronts now, will it be too stressful?" Gwenaville asked cautiously.

"Who said we're fighting on multiple fronts?" Aslan looked at Gwenaville in doubt and asked.

"Mother Artoria is leading the army at the border, ready to go, Mrs. Sharon is stirring up wind and rain in the Ottoman Kingdom, and the Asian East subcontinent is already at war. You also sent people to the Principality of Cologne, trying to open up the Central Plains. With the addition of Gawain’s Southern Legion, the empire is besieged on all sides.” Gwennaville counted his fingers and said.

Aslan smiled and flicked her forehead.

"That's as troublesome as you think. I am sure that the Duchy of Cologne can be won without bloodshed. The Southern Legion is facing off against the Allied Forces of Free Magic, the capital of magic. The two sides will not easily start a war. The capital of magic is waiting. With the Ottoman Kingdom If it is taken down, there will be a battle between the Empire and the Maxim Empire, and the Magic Capital is still hesitating whether to ally with us, or to attack and annex the Empire with the Maxim Empire."

"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 Capital and the Eastern Gods." Aslan said unhurriedly.

"Then why don't we keep it as it is?" Gwenaville asked doubtfully.

"It's good to keep it as it is, but it will prevent us from becoming the fourth largest power in the mainland forever. After the end of the Central Plains War, whether it is the capital of magic or the Maxim Empire, they will definitely attack us and kill us in the cradle Among them." Aslan explained carefully.

Gwennaville sighed helplessly and said, "Is this all we can do?"

"So we have to fight. Fighting early is worse than fighting late. 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 cease fighting, they may join forces to swallow us. "Aslan said while touching Gwennaville's head.

"If you want to become one of the talkers in the mainland, you can't just talk about it. Just look at the current Maxim Empire. His sudden rise affects the interests of the other two countries. Naturally, they have to talk to Maxim." The Sim Empire is at war, so I must seize this opportunity, and when they can't care about us, integrate the forces in my hands as quickly as possible, and prepare for the attack of the other three major forces?"

"Father, you mean, when the time comes, the Maxim Empire, the capital of magic, and the Eastern God religion will join forces to attack us?" Gwennaville asked in surprise.

"Very likely." Aslan nodded.

Gwenaville was silent for a while, and patted her chubby little face.

"I see."

Aslan looked at Gwenaville who was devoting himself to work, smiled and shook his head.

Turning your attention to the direction of the Yadong subcontinent, the only place in the entire empire that is still at war is the Yadong subcontinent.

Compared with Eastern God and the capital of magic, the Melox Empire and the Maxim Empire have irreconcilable contradictions.

Both parties have made their fortunes through commercial industry, and their main goals are the huge market and financial positions they occupy. The other three forces may form an alliance, but the Maxim Empire and the Merox Empire cannot form an alliance.

"Headache!" Aslan rubbed his temples.

The biggest trouble now is the East Asia subcontinent, and if anything goes wrong, it will trigger a full-scale counterattack from the Maxim Empire.

The 100,000 volunteer army is already the limit. If there are more troops, the Maxim Empire will not respond no matter how slow it is, and it will not allow Dongyapu to continue to develop.

"The only chance to break the game now is the East Asian 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 Maxim's escort advanced the trench to one kilometer, and many engineers rested against the trench. At this speed, it would take one day to dig through the trench of the East Yap Company's security army.

Suddenly, an engineer with sharper ears asked, "Didn't you hear anything?"

The companion next to him just said a 'no'.

A mortar shell just fell into the resting place of the engineer squad, and a loud explosion blew up the engineers in the entire trench.

These engineers are mainly ordinary people, and their bodies cannot withstand the impact of such a close-range explosion.

The stumps and broken arms were blown away, blood spattering everywhere.

Then countless mortar shells fell from the sky, blowing up the rest area of ​​​​the enemy trench engineers.

After receiving the news, Remington immediately picked up the binoculars to watch, his face turned pale with anger.

"What are the aviation magicians doing? Where is the enemy's artillery position?" Remington shouted.

The aviation magician unit, which has been on guard at high altitude, did not find the enemy's shelling position.

Soon a sharp-eyed aviation mage noticed the shells flying out of the trench.