Chapter 707: The Third Floor

Franz's analysis was definitely well done, for fear that Hubble would overestimate his own weight and stubbornly want to make a career in the military.

With his ability, it is impossible to break the rules.

The system and even the unspoken rules, regardless of their pros and cons, can definitely stabilize the situation.

Ordinary personal abilities do not have the ability to break this stability.

The current Daxia military is like a behemoth, how can a small shrimp like Hubble shake it?

Unless the Ferreira family is willing to use their influence to pave the way for him, but it is impossible to think about it.

The political capital of the wealthy is also limited. Even their own direct lineage is not enough, so how can it be divided with outsiders.

Therefore, if Hubble wants to make a breakthrough, he can only transfer to a local administrative position.

If he retreats, at least he can achieve something in a city or a place, and taking root can also continue the family's influence.

If he advances, that is of course better, and the future is promising.

For Hubble, this is the realistic path.

Hubble was sobered up after Franz's analysis.

To be honest, he had a beautiful dream before, fantasizing about killing his way through and rising in the army.

But now, he has recognized the reality. At least his background has blocked his way.

He picked up this regiment commander. He won't be so lucky next time.

The most important thing is that his personal ability is not outstanding, and it can even be said to be a weakness. Why bother to fight to the end here?

After thinking it through, he immediately assured Franz: "I understand, Baron.

I must be steady and not make mistakes."

This is not difficult. There are a lot of staff officers. As long as you are humble and ask for advice, it is difficult to make mistakes.

Franz achieved his goal and did not stop Hubble from taking office.

This is just a corner of the entire Great Xia Empire Expeditionary Force. In fact, with the completion of the local forces and even the new army on the New World, Qin and others are ready to move.

From a strategic point of view, they have just greatly frustrated the spirit of the New Holy United Kingdom and consumed a large number of the opponent's forces in positional warfare.

On a small tactical level, the New Holy United Kingdom has also been working hard to counterattack and work hard.

However, the strategic advantage inevitably tilted towards the Great Xia Empire.

In this case, they certainly wanted to try to launch a large-scale attack.

So, the headquarters was brightly lit, and a counterattack plan was formulated based on the intelligence feedback from the front line.

If it goes well, then continue.

If it doesn't go well, it's okay to defend on the spot.

The first time they commanded the army, Qin, Lister and others were very cautious and had no idea of ​​taking risks.

...

Fernandez I looked at the sand table, and according to the intelligence from the front line, he pulled out the flags representing his side one by one.

The situation was not good. Although the army of the New Holy United Kingdom was in an active offensive state, it could not solve the enemy with overwhelming force.

It seemed to be aggressive, but in fact there was no gain.

Instead, their own army was exhausted and even suffered huge losses.

In addition, the carefully prepared infiltration plan was destroyed, wasting huge manpower and material resources, and the final harvest did not meet expectations.

At this time, the reinforcements of the Great Xia Empire gradually arrived, and the situation had actually worsened.

Under the flowers and brocade, there are risks.

But Fernandez I was in a good mood. He had recently sent many of his family away.

This was the worst-case scenario. The combat effectiveness of the Great Xia Empire's army had already broken his dream.

But this couldn't make him give up. If he couldn't beat his father, could he beat his son?

Fernandez I was crazy and persistent.

"Now, should we fight back?" He stared at the sand table. He didn't know the specific strength of the Great Xia Empire, but he could guess roughly.

If the opponent could still hide and not come out with such an advantage, he would accept it.

Without anyone noticing, he had already replaced the troops on the front line.

Some stayed in the second line to replenish the troops, while some withdrew to the rear.

The military strength of the New Holy Cross Kingdom actually increased instead of decreased. Most armies could improve their combat effectiveness after a long period of recovery after the war.

And those troops that replenished their troops for a short period of time actually found it difficult to recover their combat effectiveness in a short period of time.

Finally, he confirmed the latest intelligence.

He sat down at the table and continued writing the unfinished manuscript.

He wrote something disgusting, but it was his most powerful weapon.

Sometimes, what you say and do may not be your true inner thoughts.

He could even imagine how much he would leave in history books to be criticized.

From the first time he led his troops to fight, he appeared as a loser.

A fugitive, a slave friend, a person who tainted his bloodline, and a person who stole the throne.

He no longer cared. Anyway, how bad could he be?

Even thinking about it the other way around, at least he left behind a unique trace, which many people envied?

However, he wrote every word and every sentence with great difficulty.

He needed to try his best to choose the words and not reveal his inner thoughts.

In the end, he completed this manuscript that he had polished for a long time.

It was disgusting, but it was the most powerful weapon.

He believed that this weapon could penetrate Derek's heart and let him taste the pain once.

"I will do whatever it takes, just to win you once."

Fernandez I could no longer distinguish his original intentions, and had deviated from his childhood wishes.

Who still remembered that the handsome and elegant royal grand duke was once a loyal believer in God.

But everything he did now was a trampling on the doctrine.

Perhaps, he had changed before God favored that person.

Fernandez I's eyes gradually regained their sharpness. He would not be willing to fail all his life. This was his pride.

He put away the manuscript full of words and thought about how to do it.

It is conceivable that there will be many people who oppose him, but it doesn't matter. They have all been sent to the front line, just as his confidants, to show that His Majesty the King treats everyone equally.

This is a gamble, and there is no winner.

Fernandez I heard someone calling him his son, a son with black slave blood.

Disgust flashed in his eyes, but he still restored his serious expression.

"Come in."

"Father, I have made arrangements, and the new military deployment has been completed," he said, hesitating.

"What do you want to say?" Fernandez I asked.

"We can also go to the front line, and the Buk tribe is willing to offer loyalty to you."

Fernandez I's friendly behavior towards Gongmo still won a large number of Gongmo's support, and now these people are willing to fight for him.