Alien Arms Empire

Chapter 577 577 An ordinary morning

 When he woke up, Tang Mo opened his eyes on the bed which had little elasticity. He was used to sleeping on hard beds because he spent most of his time sleeping on them in both worlds.

 In his last life, he always traveled around the world and spent most of his time on the road. Whether it was on a transport ship escorting arms or on an airplane, the bed was not that soft.

 In this world, he always slept in the office at first. There were no so-called conditions. A quilt was all he had. Until now, he still likes to sleep on a hard bed, but it is difficult for him to sleep on a soft mattress.

 He rubbed his face, then sat up from the bed, took the cup from the bedside table, took a sip of the cold drink in it, and finally woke up completely.

There is an unfinished drawing spread on the table not far away. On top of the drawing is a technical parameter manual that is still being written.

Even during the war, he had to ensure more than 2 hours of "technology development" time every day. With these technical reserves and guidance, Datang Group can always lead the world and become the most technologically advanced existence in the world. .

 At what time did you work again last night? forgotten. Anyway, he stayed there until he felt sleepy, then fell on the bed and fell asleep.

 As a king, his life was quite boring. What time you do every day is basically fixed, just like a wage earner.

The most tragic thing is that he even has to look forward to being so boring and monotonous every day, because once his schedule is disrupted, it means that a big event will happen that other subordinates cannot handle.

 So he arranged his daily work boringly and did not dare to pray for any big changes.

This morning, no waiter rushed to wake him up, which meant that at least last night, nothing important happened. Or, at least, nothing big happens that no one else can handle.

What a beautiful day. Tang Mo twisted his neck, stretched, and rang the bedside bell.

"Good morning, Your Majesty!" The waiter who had been waiting outside the door immediately opened the door and came in. He helped Tang Mo make the bed, opened the curtains and opened the window.

"Good morning." Tang Mo walked to the bathroom, took the toothbrush from the maid's hand, and started to wash up. By the time he wiped his face and walked out, his breakfast was already on the table.

 This may be a treatment he did not have in his previous life, and it is also one of the benefits that a king should have. He has countless people waiting on him and can hardly do anything himself.

 Snow-white bread is stacked diagonally on the plate, and the milk on the side exudes the fragrance of nature. The fried meat slices are dotted with the most luxurious spices, and even the maid standing there waiting to be served is so beautiful that it is a pleasure to look at.

“Good morning. Did you sleep well last night?” Tang Mo asked the man sitting with him as he sat down in his seat.

Wes spread jam on his bread and nodded: "Of course it's good. If I don't sleep well, then there may not be many people in the world who sleep well."

“Your Majesty, these are the headlines of all newspapers in the country this morning.” The life secretary pushed the cart into the restaurant, nodded slightly to Weiss, and then reported to Tang Mohui.

"Is there anything worth paying attention to?" Tang Mo asked as he opened his palm and crossed his fingers.

 The secretary who followed him had long been accustomed to it. If Tang Mo was interested in the newspaper, he would ask him to read some directly. If he wanted to read important messages, he would reach out.

So he immediately took out last night's telegram record from the lower floor of the car and handed it to Tang Mo's hand: "Your Majesty, there is nothing in the news that deserves your special attention."

The maid next to him was also familiar with His Majesty the King's habits. She immediately stepped forward and started to help Tang Mo spread bright red strawberry jam on the bread with her calloused hands.

His Majesty the King has to reach out for the documents, but he has no hands to handle the food himself. At this time, she is needed to help His Majesty prepare the food for easy entry.

The maids who can serve Tang Mo are all selected from among the graduates of Datang Military Academy, and their loyalty is unquestionable.

Even though there is just a maid standing here feeding Tang Mo, she is a primary school girl brought out by You Lin himself, and she is an excellent marksman.

The way Tang Mo and Weis get along becomes more and more like a family. It gave the room a somewhat cozy feel in the morning, and Wes liked the way it made him relax.

 He used to be a ranger. Now he has lost some of his freedom, but he has found a feeling he never had before: the warmth of home.

"Xiang Ziyu, I was selected from Tongcheng when the number of paratroopers was expanded..." Tang Mo saw a name and became interested in this paratrooper.

He saw the battle report saying that the paratrooper fought bravely and took the lead in firing and killed the Prime Minister of Qi who was trying to escape.

Although the credit for killing King Qi was attributed to the entire 1st Paratrooper Battalion, this little guy was also among the people closest to the carriage at that time.     Compared with soldiers in other units, there are generally more young people in the paratroopers and armored forces and the air force. Because the soldiers in these units require some level of education, most of them are young people who have gone to school.

Tang Mo keenly noticed that more and more Chinese names like Liu Guozhu, Xiang Ziyu, and even the former sniper Cao Fei appeared in front of him.

 Although the senior officials in the command organization are still mainly Bunas' old people, among the grassroots officers and soldiers, outstanding people have begun to emerge.

"Before, they used to have names like Tony, William, and Mike, but now they have changed directly to Liu Guozhu, Xiang Ziyu... It's really a bit uncomfortable." Weiss chewed while sighing: "In a few years, you may You really don’t need an old guy like me.”

"Stop! If you want to be lazy, just say so. Saying that you are old is too much." Tang Mo held the document with one hand and took the bread from the maid with the other: "Thank you."

The fried bread, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, intertwined with the soft and sweet jam, making the taste buds on the tongue bloom, and a sense of happiness made Tang Mo squint his eyes.

"These young men should be given medals, better medals!" Tang Mo gave a comment that his secretary would keep in mind.

Then he put the documents on the dining table, took away the top report about the paratroopers, picked up the second one and continued to read.

That was a construction report from the rear. Another large-scale copper mine was built in the Tongcheng area. This time, the latest technology was used, which is expected to increase copper production.

This is good news. Such a large mine may provide employment opportunities for more than 10,000 people. It can also promote local economic development and provide the country with more production materials.

  Another news came from the Nanla Empire. Susan, the fashion godmother who had been hanging out in the upper class society of the Nanla Empire, cut off contact with her person in charge and sought asylum from the royal family of the Nanla Empire.

Tang Mo was not surprised at all, because to him, Susan was just a marginal character who could be replaced at any time.

So he looked at the life secretary and ordered: "Let Princess Le'er choose a suitable person to take over Susan's job. In addition... if there is a chance, deal with the traitor. We must not let others think that we are too cowardly to be able to handle it." To the point of holding a knife..."

"Yes, Your Majesty." The life secretary wrote down Tang Mo's order again.

Tang Mo's idea is very simple. He hasn't comforted his woman for a long time. If he doesn't find something to do for Le'er who is far away in Long Island, he will probably be squeezed dry when they meet next time.

When I think of Leer, I think of Youlin who lives in Chang'an, and I think of Alice who has arrived at Dongwan Island...

Women, there are so many women, and his old waist can't hold it anymore. Fortunately, he came to Anpu after the war broke out. He has finally recharged his energy in the past few days and gained some capital. .

 Man, it’s not easy...

 After breakfast, Tang Mo took Weiss to the headquarters next door. The officers on duty were still busy, and the female officers were summarizing the messages from the front line, sorting them out, registering them, and then backing them up in the register.

Lew saw Tang Mo and immediately stood up to greet him: "Your Majesty!"

"Morning." Tang Mo waved his hand casually, signaling to the staff not to be so formal: "How is the situation over at the Donghe Bridge?"

“The paratroopers have taken control of the bridgehead, and there is no sign of a large-scale counterattack by the enemy. It is expected that our ground troops will arrive in the area where the paratroopers are this morning.” Loew replied.

"Well, this is good news." Tang Mo walked to the map table and looked at the situation of the two armies above. It was too early, and the positions of the various troops on the huge hanging map had not yet been corrected.

Nangong Hong, who is good at making troubles, asked after greetings, "Your Majesty, civil strife in Qi must have begun. Should we withdraw the paratroopers and allow the second prince to reach the royal city smoothly?"

Tang Mo looked at the map and felt that the King's City of Qi was better: "It's not necessary. I think it's more reasonable for us to capture the King's City directly."

"Indeed, we don't need to complicate things. We just need to occupy the royal city according to the original plan and end the war as soon as possible." Loew couldn't understand Nangong Hong's way of throwing away the benefits in order to deceive others. .

"According to the previous plan, the troops on Qi's frontal defense line who surrendered will all be treated as civilians. If they refuse to lay down their weapons, they will all be taken as captive slaves and sent to the mines." Tang Mo was already thinking about how to use those prisoners of war. Problem.

Nangong Hong reminded: "Your Majesty, the eldest prince of Qi still has at least 200,000 troops in his hands. He is still a threat to us."

"Don't worry. It is estimated that in a few days, he will have to worry about what to eat for these 200,000 troops." A proud smile appeared on Loew's face. He had just learned from the intelligence obtained from the torture of prisoners sent back from the front line. He received news of Qi's army's food shortage.

 (End of this chapter)