.Looking at the exquisite document in Feili's hand with a magic seal and a green aura, Charlotte's mouth suddenly smiled bitterly.

"This... you may not know that this kind of thing needs to be approved by Congress. Just a piece of empty text from Gan Mellir is useless. And even if the procedures are complete, you will definitely not be able to bear it as long as you use delay tactics.-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Fili was silent. During the Battle of the Dunes, the state legislatures put the representatives of the mainland congress on the front line hard. First, they destroyed the communication line, so that the front line could not get the news of peace talks between the two countries, and fought an unnecessary bloody battle. Then they put in the insults and put all the shit on their colleagues on the front line, and turned them into war criminals who destroyed peace, causing the soldiers of the entire army to bleed and cry.

But Zena, the chairman of the Mainland Congress at that time, also made a fierce counterattack. First, he rewarded the troops with huge military tickets and forced the state legislature to pay for cash, forcing these fat bastards to do multiple-choice questions between shrinking their wallets and local riots. Later, he supported the representatives of the Mainland Congress who were unlucky with him into powerful opposition, making this year's political arena uneasy, impeachment, collapse, and scandals continued. Therefore, the ruling parties in each state regarded the small gang entrenched in the Arctic Port as a life-and-death enemy. It was as feasible as hoping that they would not cause trouble.

Charlotte thought for a while and persuaded, "Isn't there a start-up capital allocated by the CEO? I think you just suffer a little loss. Isn't it enough to use it to purchase first? At least it can cause less conflicts."

Feili shook her head, "That money is used to pay military salaries and recruit new recruits, and there is no sky-high price. No one will be willing to participate in this life-threatening expedition. When picking up the goods, I will first arrange an armed warning for the troops. If they dare to cause trouble, hum." He smiled coldly, "The truth is only within the range of artillery fire, and I have the largest warship in the world! They cannot delay with any excuses."

Charlotte's face turned even more ugly, "Do you know? What's the difference between doing this and robbers? Are you not worried about firing the first shot of the civil war?"

Feili sighed and applied the famous quote from a Citimate Minister of War as a reply.

"As we know, there are some things we know, some things we know, and some things we should know. We also know some things we don't know, that is, we know some things we don't know. But there are some things we don't know. We just don't know those things we don't know."

This pile of difficult words made Charlotte stunned for a while. It was not until Feiri finished another cup of coffee that he rubbed the sun, barely recovered from his dead state, and asked weakly. "What do you mean? And who said this? It's so damn philosophical, and the connotation is so profound that I want to punch him!"

"The original work is a bureaucrat named Rumsfeld, I think you probably don't know him."

"I've never heard of it before." Charlotte shrugged his shoulders. "But guys who can speak nonsense at this level will either be a genius lawyer or a top-notch politician in the future. But I think he should die more--or else there will definitely be a large group of unfortunate people who are tortured by his language art to make them weak!"

"I agree." Feiri said with a smile, pouring herself another cup of coffee, "Do you have any better suggestions?"

"If you have enough time, you may be able to ask Lord Zena to find some acquaintances to help, or to create momentum through public opinion. But the current situation... Alas! The current domestic situation is not suitable for causing any major external events." Charlotte scratched his head and sighed in a low voice, "I just hope you don't fight a wrong war with the wrong enemy at the wrong time, the wrong place, and the wrong enemy, thank God!"

Abruptly, Charlotte unconsciously said another famous saying of the Grand Governor of the Fifth Army of Citi, which surprised Feili, who was unconsciously prepared, and poured half a pot of coffee into her sleeve.

"Who said you?" He asked with a grin, shaking his scalded hand desperately.

"What happened to me just figured it out?" Charlotte raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Is there anything wrong?"

"...Haha, no problem. It's just too fucking philosophical!" Feili laughed dryly and wiped her cuffs with a handkerchief. "It's getting late, and I have to teach my subordinates how to raise funds for this expedition. Then goodbye!"

"Fundraising? Are you going to fight or do business!" Looking at Feili's hurriedly leaving, Charlotte muttered, then filled the pot with water and coffee beans, put it on the stove and started cooking.

What he didn't know was that Feili was really treating this battle as a business.

On the third day of the war, Feili drove the Xiangrui Roll out of the deserted Arctic Port on the Xiangrui Roll. It would be impossible not to leave. The weather in October is cold one day. Maybe one day the cold current will blow, and the port will freeze. At that time, maybe you will really burn gold and fly out, and you will lose a lot.

Of course, with the serious attitude of "not letting go of a needle or a thread, nor a volunteer", before leaving, Feili not only emptied all the food, fuel, cloth, gunpowder, cash and other reserve materials in the city, but also used a cold gun to inspire hundreds of large-scale temple priests to go to war with the army. I respectfully invited you research madmen to come over, not only did they eat and drink, but also offered you money to build projects. Now the country has something to do, the church has something to do, and more importantly, the officials have something to do. How dare you retreat in the last few days?

What? The research has reached a critical period and cannot be free from it? It doesn’t matter. Put what you have learned into practice. Practicing a few tricks on the battlefield can open up your thinking. Isn’t magic mostly just for killing people? Go there and kill a few more elves, and the research bottleneck will pass. Maybe you can also exchange experiences with colleagues in the Mazka continent and discuss their unique "feather magic" and "claw magic"!

You can't go out when you are sick? It doesn't matter. We have a super necromancer, Mr. Owo, who is the best at transforming life and death. Do you want to be a zombie, a lich, a ghost or a vampire? Just choose whatever you want! Ensure that you will not be sick or a disaster in the rest of your life!

Present qualifications? Who has the qualifications that exceed the two old arcane masters who have lived for three or four thousand years? These two are now fascinated by studying the Naser scroll and are eager to fly over and get the remaining thirty-eight pages. Do you dare not help?

In terms of status? Regardless of real power, who can have a higher position than a candidate for the personal fief of me, a god? If you are complaining, be careful, let me let you experience your own research results. Use the "giant fireball" with a shooting distance of only 20 feet and a diameter of 50 feet to perform a human-shaped candle-like suicide!

In short, since the senior leaders have reached a unified opinion and you are asked to work hard, the rest will be implemented by the masses. As for whether the masses understand it, it is not a problem at all. Good comrades who understand it will naturally actively implement it in understanding. Backward comrades who do not understand it should deepen their understanding in execution. Anyway, the upper hand waves his hand, and the masses have to follow him if they don’t want to leave, just like a shepherd dog driving a sheep.

So, the magic goddess priests who were originally collected by research funds in Arctic Port were like fattened pigs, and were all caught up with the Xiangrui by the vicious soldiers and rushed to the slaughterhouse thousands of miles away with tears. All the fortress cannons on the fort were also stripped down, and they used level 3 magic shrinkage to reduce their volume and mass to one-four thousandth of the original. Then they were put into a sack and took them away, completely removing the city's coastal defense capabilities.

All the craftsmen and hunters in the city were kidnapped and recruited into the engineering team and infantry team respectively. Based on the principle of transforming ideas in the war, the pickpockets in the prison cell were turned into scouts by a document, and under the command of the old thief Reinstein, the former scout leader of the Giant Bear Legion, conducted intensified training. Even a few businessmen who had not left were robbed in this round of preparation. The warehouse was robbed by the logistics officer with white strips so that the mouse could slip, but they were forced to confiscate several accounting accounts.

As a result, the day after the Xiangrui opened, the food supply of more than a dozen giant dragons in the castle was completely cut off. The Chief Executive originally wanted to rest in this remote area for a few days to make his ears clean. When he encountered such a funny and crying situation, he had to mutter, "It's not good for young people to be too motivated." He stepped on the female bronze dragon who had eaten two less meals, and with a group of staff and envoys, he stumbling back and joined the election.

Since he was planning to empty the treasury of the southern states, in order to catch these scheduled suckers off guard and slaughter the most fat meat. Feili immediately recruited the messenger wizard stationed in the Arctic Port of the Communications Bureau to enlist in the army, controlling this most convenient information channel.

Then, he announced that in order to ensure military secrets, he quickly sealed the port, requisitioned all the warships and anti-smuggling ships and anti-smuggling ships in the port, including people and artillery, and even had a small conflict with the Seventh Fleet. In the end, he had to let the CEO come forward to settle the matter-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

In this way, magic communication and sea routes were blocked. If you want to inform the people, you can only move with your legs or four legs and rush south against the wind and snow. Even if you don’t freeze to death in the wild, you will at least not be able to catch up with the Auspicious Arizona with a high speed of 30 knots.

As for the poor customs commissioners, they were disarmed and detained at the first time, with a very sufficient reason: to prevent irrelevant people from leaking their secrets! Since the good houses were all home, these unlucky ghosts were politely stuffed into the dungeon by fully armed soldiers. They would definitely not be able to get out without waiting for the mold.
Chapter completed!