lcionline Chapter 221 Mr. Minglang
Chapter 221 Mr. Minglang
At this point, she glared at McFlurry fiercely and said, "If you really want a reward, then please, the commander-in-chief, deliver the game console to me personally. I want to continue playing games."
"As for that shorty Qin Xinghe, please tell him that if he dares to call me Nana or get close to me again, don't blame me for breaking his legs and making him even shorter!"
McFlurry laughed and picked up the game console, walked to Natalia's side, and said jokingly:
"Nana, I won't say that to him. As the saying goes, everyone loves beauty. Besides, you are his beauty, so why not try to discover his strengths? Maybe you will slowly fall in love with him, right?"
Natalia fiercely snatched the game console, pressed the start button heavily, and said without looking up:
"I hate all men who are shorter than me! Especially those conceited short guys!"
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Late at night, inside the royal palace of the Riyuan Kingdom, countless huge floating palace lanterns were like stars, illuminating the entire palace with light.
However, amidst the brilliant lights, the office of the Japanese Emperor Macbeth seemed to be an isolated place from the world.
The thick velvet curtains were drawn tightly, blocking out the dazzling light. Only a faint light from a table lamp was left, swaying in the empty room, adding a sense of eeriness to the quiet night.
Macbeth sat in an office chair against the wall, away from the window.
Although the chair looked very soft, he sat upright, as if ready to jump up and bite anyone at any time.
He was tall, with broad shoulders, his slightly mottled hair was shaved short, and his square chin revealed a firmness and decisiveness.
This dictatorial emperor who has had the final say in the Riyuan Kingdom for nearly forty years has such a strong aura that everyone who has met him cannot help but feel awe towards him.
Even foreign heads of state would be amazed when they met him, believing that he was born with the aura of an emperor who could control power.
At this moment, the supreme ruler of the Riyuan Kingdom was staring intently at the screen in front of him.
The screen displayed a military map of the Qingshan Island war zone, with an animation showing the latest changes in the war situation.
He browsed through it quickly, not missing a single detail, as if he wanted to memorize the entire development of the battle.
After finishing browsing, he gently put the screen aside and fell into deep thought. His fingers tapped lightly on the armrest of the chair, making a ticking sound that was particularly clear in the quiet night.
After a long time, the ticking sound finally stopped. Macbeth raised his head, his eyes penetrated the shadows and fell on a middle-aged man in the corner.
He asked in a deep voice: "Mr. Minglang, do you have anything to say about the complicated and ever-changing situation on Qingshan Island?"
Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man named Minglang took a half step forward, bowed, and responded in a low voice:
"Your Majesty, I am afraid that I cannot accurately judge the trend of the war at present. This war situation is like a fog, which makes it difficult to predict."
After hearing this, Macbeth clenched his fist, gently turned the armchair, and faced Minglang.
His tone was calm, but with a majesty that could not be ignored:
"So even you can't see through the traitor Abraham's next move? What on earth is he up to?"
Mr. Minglang remained half-bowed, without looking up, and only responded in a low voice:
"Abraham's tactical style has always been changeable and cunning. But for some reason, after he performed an extreme airdrop this time, he became unusually conservative."
"The situation in all war zones appears relatively calm at present, and no decisive battles have taken place."
"This is very different from his previous tactical style. I speculate that there must be some unknown conspiracy behind this, and there may be big moves in the near future."
Macbeth nodded and said in a deep voice:
"Yes, this is what I am most worried about next. With Abraham's ability, he can't just play such a small trick and then stop. He knows us too well."
At this point, Macbeth gritted his teeth heavily, with strong hatred in his eyes, "So his existence keeps me awake at night."
This bright gentleman seemed to be shocked by the sudden outburst of powerful aura from Macbeth and took a half step back.
After the emperor calmed down, he raised his head and responded:
"Your Majesty, you are absolutely right. In terms of military capabilities, there should be no one who can rival him in our Sun Kite Nation."
"This includes all those generals with war experience, even me and the commander of the Slaughter Blade Blood Shadow Army, Mai Tornado, none of them are his match."
Then, he paused and said thoughtfully: "Perhaps General Sawadidi, the foreign aid from our ally, the Lanshu Empire, may not be able to defeat him."
"Oh? Why do you see it?"
Emperor Macbeth stood up at this time, walked to the center of the room in a calm tone, looked at the huge map hanging on the wall, and asked this question at the same time.
Mr. Minglang raised his head slightly, looked at Macbeth's back and explained:
"Your Majesty, I have no intention of slandering General Sawadidi. He is indeed a very outstanding military strategist, but he is not a soldier of our country after all."
"If he had commanded the Lanshu Empire's own army in the battle of Qingshan Island, the current war situation would be..."
Hearing this, Macbeth turned around and raised his hand to interrupt Mr. Minglang.
He said calmly, "Are you going to say that because Sawadidi was commanding an army he was not familiar with, he was not able to fully control it, which led to the current situation?"
"And next, as long as Abraham doesn't make any major mistakes, judging from the current war situation between the two sides, even if Sawadidi's ranking is higher than Abraham, it will be difficult for him to win next time?"
"And if we want to reverse this situation, we need a commander that the army can trust? The current commander, the second prince Dennis, is obviously being suspected by the army, so he can't let Sawadidi command this team well?"
At this time, Macbeth has walked up to Mr. Clear and asked, "This is what you mean, right?"
Without waiting for Mr. Minglang to reply, he snorted coldly, with a hint of chill in his tone, "But do you think that just a few words like these will make me replace the Second Prince Dennis and let the First Prince Steve take charge of the army?"