William's efforts were all for naught.
As the Mediterranean Sea route was blocked, the Gangdor Empire became the biggest victim. The price of all goods sold to the Gangdor Empire had at least doubled.
In the Gangdor Empire, prices rose rapidly, and the people complained incessantly.
Spain, Gaul, and the Caesar Empire stepped on the corpse of the Gangdor Empire and made a lot of money.
William's accusation was not convincing.
After all, the joint inspection of the three fleets was a plan they had agreed on. And the action of the three fleets, in fact, had indeed impacted the Germanic Empire.
The suffering of the Gangdor Empire would only be worse for the Germanic Empire.
In the end, this matter could only come to an end.
William suffered a loss and could only learn from Henry and silently endure. He only hoped that the allies could quickly conquer the Germanic Empire and give the Gangdor Empire a safe strategic space.
… …
May 5th, the capital.
In this round of world war, the Great Xia seemed to have no sense of existence, but it also seemed to be everywhere. It was like a giant beast, silently watching the dynasties in the darkness.
Patiently waiting for the best time to hunt.
At this time, Ouyang Shuo could also be like the master of the Silver Hand or the Azure Emblem, a chess piece that had no choice but to beautifully turn around and become a chess player that had control over the world.
Although Ouyang Shuo was a newcomer, his ability was extraordinary.
The ministers in the court found that His Majesty had become more and more relaxed, with a very leisurely atmosphere. He no longer bent over the table all day reading memorials. Most of the time, he seemed to be very 'idle'.
Like now.
In May, the temperature in the capital had completely warmed up.
In the Imperial Garden, the sun was shining brightly, hundreds of flowers were blooming, birds were singing, and on the green grass, on the swing covered with morning glories, the crisp laughter of a girl could be heard.
That was the empire's little princess, Ouyang Luo. In ten days, she would be three years old. This was the most playful and naughty age of her life. Her white skirt and black hair fluttered in the wind, like a fairy of nature.
The one who pushed the swing was Ouyang Shuo.
At this time, Ouyang Shuo was no longer a decisive, iron-blooded emperor who made his enemies afraid. He was just a father who doted on his children and played with them, with a doting smile on his face.
Not far away, under the supervision of Grand Guardian Wang Feng, Yu 'er began to practice the most basic martial arts training. Although his young and tender face was covered with sweat, but he revealed a stubborn and unyielding spirit.
Yu 'er's temperament was exactly the same as Ouyang Shuo when he was young.
Beside Ouyang Shuo stood a minister, Du Ruhui.
Du Ruhui didn't seem surprised at all by such a scene. She stood calmly at the side and reported the war situation in South America, Africa, and Europe.
Du Ruhui knew that although the Emperor was focused on pushing the swing and did not even look at him, every word he said was clearly heard by the Emperor.
If there was even the slightest mistake in the report, His Majesty would inadvertently turn around and give Du Ruhui a look. Even someone as calm as Du Ruhui would unconsciously become nervous when His Majesty looked at her so lightly.
Therefore, every minister who rushed to the Imperial Garden to report was very careful.
However, he could not show his nervousness. After all, the eldest son of the emperor and the little princess of the empire were standing at the side. He could not afford to lose his composure in front of them.
Therefore, every time before rushing to report, the ministers would think twice to ensure that nothing went wrong.
After Du Ruhui finished his report, Ouyang Shuo did not turn around and said indifferently, "Good, the fish has taken the bait. Tell Han Xin that he can set off. He can decide how to carry out the specific actions. "
Du Ruhui nodded and asked, "Your Majesty, how should we reply to the African side?"
"Wait a little longer. The fire is not ready yet. Let them waste a little more time." Ouyang Shuo did not seem to realize that just because of this sentence of his, it was unknown how many people would continue to suffer the pain of war.
Or perhaps he realized it, but did not do anything.
Du Ruhui said, "The Azure Emblem is very dissatisfied with the efficiency of our grain transportation. This humble minister is worried that if we continue to delay, it will affect the cooperation between the two sides."
"Don't worry, they can still hold on. It's not just that." Ouyang Shuo was as clear as a blazing fire.
"Understood!"
Du Ruhui saw this and timely stopped.
After finishing his report and receiving clear instructions, Du Ruhui bid farewell and left. As the minister of internal affairs of the empire, he was really very busy. Not far away, he heard the clear laughter of the little princess.
This laughter was contagious and gave people strength.
The corner of Du Ruhui's mouth inadvertently revealed a trace of a smile. In his view, this was the sign of a prosperous empire. His footsteps, became more and more determined.
… …
On the 6th of May, after receiving the order, Han Xin quietly teleported with the Stalwart Tiger Army to Xiao County.
The next day, the Northern American army led by General Xue Rengui also teleported from the southern border to Xiao County. At this point, the three major armies of the American theater of war had successfully met in Xiao County.
The small Xiao County suddenly gathered 75 elite troops and stationed outside Fulcrum City, which was very eye-catching. This also meant that the flames of war in South America would burn more and more fiercely.
Fulcrum City, the temporary headquarters of the American theater of war.
General Han Xin raised his tent for the first time to discuss matters. The commanders of the three major armies and above were all present.
"This time, we will meet in Fulcrum City. Needless to say, the purpose is to open up territory in South America for the empire. Our first target is the nearby Columbia region and drive the Dawson Dynasty out of South America. "
Han Xin's words were very clear at the beginning.
When the generals heard this, their eyes lit up and their expressions were excited, revealing an expression of eagerness.
"However …"
Han Xin deliberately paused for a moment and looked around at the generals with a threatening gaze. Even the brave Xue Rengui unconsciously restrained his expression and put on a look of attentiveness.
"Now is not the time to attack. Everyone, you must restrain your subordinates. Without orders, no one is allowed to take a step out of the camp. Behave yourself, understand?" Han Xin asked loudly.
"Understood!"
The generals answered in unison subconsciously. At the last moment, they cautiously asked, "Commander-in-chief, there are only 200,000 enemy troops in the Columbia region. They are no match for us at all. Shouldn't we attack immediately?"
Han Xin could be considered to have a good temper. He explained, "If it's just attacking Columbia, there naturally won't be any problem at all. If the command is right, we only need to mobilize one army to settle the battle. "
This was Han Xin's confidence.
"But are you only satisfied with a small Columbia?" Han Xin asked.
Hearing this, the eyes of the generals who had just been listless immediately lit up, and their gazes became even more fiery. The blood in their bodies was unconsciously boiling.
"What do you mean, Commander-in-chief?" the generals asked.
Han Xin sat up straight with a solemn expression, as if he had a great mission. He said with emotion, "Conquering the Brasilia Dynasty for the Empire and dividing South America with the Indian Empire is what we should do."
"Yes, Commander-in-chief!"
The generals no longer hesitated. They saluted one by one to express their approval and loyalty to the Commander-in-chief.
Han Xin nodded. After the generals returned to their positions, he said, "At present, the Brasilia Dynasty has sent 400,000 troops to attack the Indian Empire. Once we intervene now, the Brasilia Dynasty's army may retreat to their homeland and alert the enemy. Only when the war between the two sides is in a stalemate and neither side can easily get away, will it be a good opportunity for us to attack.
"So, what we have to do now is to stay in the camp with peace of mind, adapt to the climate of South America, and familiarize ourselves with the terrain of South America. We have to make the final preparations for the upcoming war, understand?"
"Yes!"
The generals saluted again.
There were some things that Han Xin couldn't say too clearly. His Majesty had given him the right to make arbitrary decisions in South America, so he must shoulder the responsibility and not let His Majesty down.
As a Godly General, Han Xin not only saw the battlefield itself, but also the post-war situation.
Once the Great Xia army successively conquered the Colombian and Brasilia Dynasties, then the entire South American continent would probably be left with only the Great Xia and the Indian Empire.
At that time, would the Indian Empire still follow Great Xia's lead?
Not necessarily!
There was no limit to human ambition.
Without the threat of foreign enemies, the Indian Empire would never be grateful to Great Xia for getting rid of their mortal enemies and returning them a peaceful and prosperous era.
On the contrary, for the Indian King, Juarez, it was more likely that he resented Great Xia from the bottom of his heart for occupying the South American continent that should have belonged to him.
After all, Juarez had regarded South America as his backyard as early as two years ago.
The relationship between the two dynasties was bound to be very awkward at that time.
Under such a premise, using the army of Brasilia and the army of the Dawson Dynasty to weaken the strength of the Indian Empire was the best move.
Many times, hatred also had to be supported by strength.
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