Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

Ryan Connor rushed into the main hall at full speed, his figure darting through the corridor like the wind, the iron armor clanging resonantly against the ground.

He held Clement's battle report tightly in his hand, a letter carrying news of a major victory.

Emperor Gustav sat upright on his throne, his eyes piercing.

As Ryan Connor presented the battle report with both hands, he took it and slowly unfolded it.

Gustav's eyes quickly scanned the battle report, lines of writing entering his vision, and an expression of disbelief gradually appeared on his face.

After a long while, Gustav burst into laughter, his laughter filled with pride and relief: "Good, good,

Soren truly is my good son!" His voice echoed in the hall, shaking the hearts of everyone present.

Neumann and Horns had been waiting beside him, and at this moment they cautiously squeezed behind Gustav, trying to peek at the contents of the battle report.

Gustav noticed their actions but did not blame them, instead generously tossing the battle report into their hands.

"Go and see for yourselves," Gustav said, his tone full of confidence and pride.

Neumann and Horns took the battle report and eagerly unfolded it to read.

Their eyes gradually lit up, and expressions of excitement identical to Gustav's appeared on their faces.

"Your Majesty, your decision to send His Royal Highness the Crown Prince to the front line was truly brilliant," Horns said, seizing the opportunity to flatter him, his face full of obsequious smiles.

Neumann glanced at Horns with disdain, shaking his head inwardly, but had to admit that the Crown Prince's outstanding performance was indeed remarkable.

He quickly organized his thoughts and stepped forward, saying, "Your Majesty, although the war is urgent, the annihilation of the Northwest Knights means that the Northwest Army has essentially lost an arm. In the next battlefield, we don't need to worry too much about threats from the Northwest."

Gustav nodded slightly, already having a clear understanding of the war situation, but Neumann's analysis undoubtedly further confirmed his judgment.

"Therefore!" Neumann continued, "We should turn our attention to the other three armies. Putting pressure on them is our current priority."

Gustav nodded again, expressing his agreement.

He looked around, gazing at the ministers in the court, and slowly opened his mouth: "Gentlemen, what suggestions do you have?"

In the main hall, the ministers began to whisper to each other, discussing animatedly.

Soon, several ministers stood up, offering their own strategies.

Some suggested strengthening border defenses, while others suggested taking the initiative to attack and disrupt the enemy's deployment.

Gustav listened patiently, nodding in approval from time to time, or asking questions.

However, no one said anything that resonated with him, leaving Gustav feeling somewhat helpless.

The sound of discussion rose and fell in the court, but none of the ministers' suggestions struck a chord with Emperor Gustav, which made him feel somewhat depressed.

What he was hoping for was a brilliant plan that could break the deadlock in one fell swoop, not just a response to the current predicament.

Just then, Neumann's voice broke the noise of the court: "Your Majesty, we should now greatly DLHX7P612

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Doing so can both deter potential internal traitors and create pressure on the other three rebel armies, making them more cautious when choosing actions and daring not to act rashly."

Upon hearing this, a glint flashed in Gustav's eyes, and he felt that Neumann's suggestion seemed to touch on the core of the problem. "Neumann, explain your plan in detail!" He perked up and urged.

Neumann quickly elaborated further: "As His Royal Highness the Crown Prince initially discerned, the three rebellious princes are actually involved in the rebellion because they were coerced by Prince Correll.

Overall, they are not truly willing to betray the empire. Moreover, unlike Prince Correll, these three princes have only recently taken office in the past few years,

Their control over their territories is still far from sufficient."

He paused and continued: "Therefore, we can send spies deep into their territories to instigate lords who are at odds with the princes, causing trouble in the rear of the rebel army. In this way, divisions and chaos will arise within the rebel army."

The legions of the other provinces would also be able to rush to various battlefields to support the battles on the front lines.

By that time, even if the three great princes were determined to continue their rebellion, they would be doomed to fail.

Thinking of all this, Gustav couldn't help but feel joy in his heart and laughed: - "Prince Correll prides himself on being wise for a lifetime, but he never thought he would unite with such a few pig teammates." His laughter echoed in the hall, infecting everyone present.

In the harem, the originally quiet atmosphere was instantly ignited by a shocking piece of news - a great victory at Devil's Canyon.

This good news was like a spring breeze, quickly blowing through every corner of the palace, stirring up countless cheers and laughter.

The maids, and even the concubines, couldn't help but be excited by it, and the entire palace was immersed in a joyous atmosphere.

When the cheers had not completely subsided, another piece of news quietly spread: the great victory in Devil's Canyon was actually won by His Royal Highness Crown Prince Soren himself.

This news was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, immediately stirring up layers of ripples.

The originally enthusiastic cheers gradually became low, and the atmosphere began to become subtle and complex.

In the Maryashagong Palace, the maids and servants were still immersed in the joy of victory, and they embraced each other, emphasizing the bravery of the Crown Prince, forming a sharp contrast with the Mariagong Palace.

The atmosphere there suddenly became heavy and silent, as if shrouded in a layer of invisible ice.

The palace maids of the Mariagong Palace lowered their heads, looking at each other, but no one dared to break the silence.

Then they heard the constant sound of smashing, which made them tremble with fear.

Nicholas was also constantly trembling. He had originally hesitated about the thing he had obtained, but now he could no longer hesitate. If he continued to let Soren develop like this, he would have no chance at all.