"Move the capital."
Hearing these two words, Osilev murmured twice in disbelief, and then saw the twelve-year-old Tsarist Emperor Peter II pulling out the sword from his waist and stopping it on his shoulder.
Osilev met his firm gaze, lowered his head high, and knelt down on one knee. At this moment, he was truly convinced. This little emperor's character was firm and decisive.
Moscow means conservatives and a danger to the current royal family.
"Your Excellency Osilev, I have granted you the position of commander of the Sixth Army. Starting today, you will be responsible for moving the capital."
"As you command!"
"Go and complete your mission."
Osilev withdrew, weeping with joy. After waiting for a long time, an enlightened tsar finally arrived. Now he had hope of overthrowing Menshikov.
It's just a pity that he is too young. Even if he has the courage, he cannot personally govern, and the power is still in Menshikov's hands.
"On the matter of moving the capital, we must act as soon as possible to prevent Menshikov from noticing anything."
Thinking about it, Osilev's pace quickened a bit...
The situation in Europe was in chaos, but in the far east, Long Yan was still singing and dancing.
It has been a month since the incident happened, but the biggest topic of conversation among Longyan people before tea and after dinner was the wedding of Liu Zheng and Xie Chan.
What a grand wedding.
What a grand scene.
The chief minister of Li Chaoguo and the queen mother of the Western Regions all came to congratulate them in person...
But Liu Zheng's parents, Liu Dahao and Feng Sanniang, who were looking forward to their son starting a family and starting a business day and night, couldn't be happy.
Ever since their son got married, they haven't found the two people they talked about all day long.
Does this make them busy and lonely?
Are you entertaining guests every day, but you’re not here?
"This kid won't come on the wedding day. He insists on having a wedding trip!"
"Go to Europe? Is Europe a place where people go now?" Feng Sanniang hugged Liu Cong and complained with Liu Dahao all day long.
"When you grow up, don't imitate your brother and go on trips to get married or go to places where there are wars."
Liu Cong was dancing there, saying, "Go with my brother..."
The second son also missed his brother, which made Liu Dahao and Feng Sanniang dumbfounded. Fortunately, Liu Zheng left them a letter to avoid worrying them.
Liu Dahao and Feng Sanniang also learned from the letter that they were going to Europe. They were not too worried at first, but later they got news in Liangzhou and learned that there was a war in Europe.
The old couple suddenly panicked.
The old couple even wrote letters asking Ling Chen, who was far away in the East India Company, to see if there was any chance of meeting Liu Zheng, and to ask him to come back quickly and put the matter of continuing the family line on the agenda as soon as possible.
The old couple's thoughts are relatively simple...
His son is already the most powerful person in Long Yan, so why bother outside every day?
After receiving the letter, the decisive general Ling Chen was at a loss what to do.
Although he was close to Europe in the East India Company, it was basically impossible to find Liu Zheng's fleet from the vast sea.
The two of them were a little anxious now, but at this time, Liu Zheng, who had been away for a month, finally received news.
…
Europe, Prussia.
Frederick II was overjoyed when he learned that Liu Zheng had brought supplies to support him, a Protestant.
Then the following news made him shocked by the power of Long Yan and the power of Liu Zheng.
"What did you say? You said that Liu Zheng's leading supply ship chased and attacked Faao's group of ships that claimed to be invincible, and even sank several ships?"
"Yes, Your Majesty, the Franco-Austrian alliance is going crazy now. The French navy was severely damaged not long after it was established, and its morale was greatly affected. Although Austria does not have a navy, these warships are funded by them."
Frederick II raised the corners of his mouth, looked at his Lords for a moment, and murmured: "Okay..."
Although Prussia had strong soldiers and horses, under the coalition forces of Fao and other Catholics, this force was obviously not enough.
Right now, they have been passively being beaten, but as soon as the supply of dragon flames arrives, the battle situation will immediately become different.
But looking at the map, Liu Zheng's current fleet is located in the Mediterranean Sea. Although he can directly enter the center of the battle, there is no port where it is easy to land.
Prosperia did not have a single port on the Mediterranean.
Unless Liu Zheng plans to land at the Suez Canal and Nashadir's territory, pass through the long wilderness plains, and march into Austria from the land.
Frederick II imagined that he would be killed by Austria before he could wait for Liu Zheng's support.
The time was too long, he couldn't afford to delay, couldn't wait.
"Defend with all our strength, we cannot let those pagans step into our Protestant land."
After leaving these words, Frederick II left. He wanted to write a poem to his lover to commemorate his upcoming death and tell her not to be sad.
At this time, in the Mediterranean, since King Yong's supply ship defeated the Franco-Austrian coalition, there was no news from the sea.
No one knew that King Yong's supply ship had sneaked into Nashadir's territory and landed secretly.
Jiang Xuan and Nashadir responded personally.
They didn't know who was commanding the supply ship, so they thought it was Liu Zheng.
But when they saw the person coming, they were stunned.
"Prince Yong, why are you here? Where is the young master?"
"I'm going to explore the way for you first. How about the things you asked to prepare?"
Jiang Xuan nodded: "Everything is ready, but if all the troops land here..."
Hearing these words, Nashadir was stunned.
That's Long Yan's one million army. If they all land here, if Liu Zheng finds out about his little ninety-nine, won't the country be destroyed?
"No, we will build the first port for Lord Chief Assistant."
After saying that, King Yong rode on Long Yan, and the latest invention designed by Liu Zheng, along with the supplies in the ship, a team of 30,000 people, disappeared like a ghost in the direction of Austria.
…
At this time, the Archduke of Austria, Theresa, was busy quelling the rebellion at home, but at the same time, she was also always paying attention to the news at sea.
Ever since she learned that the French navy was defeated by Long Yan's supply ship, Theresa had a sad look on her face.
This time she deeply understood the terror of the Dragon Flame Fleet. France's so-called strongest naval fleet in Europe was beaten to a pulp.
In the Mediterranean, their Austrian Principality has a port where they can land.
As soon as she got the news, Teresa stationed heavy troops at these ports, trying to prevent the Long Yan people from successfully landing.
But time passed by, and for three days, the Mediterranean Sea was calm.
The vanguard of the seven Dragon Flames seemed to have evaporated out of thin air, leaving no trace at all.
"No news yet?" Teresa frowned.
"No, and our port has not been attacked by the Dragon Flame Fleet until now."
Teresa fell into deep thought and looked at the map of Europe. Long Yan did have a port in Suez where they could land, but it was impossible to attack Europe from there because the detour would be too far.
It would take at least seven days on horseback, and it might be even slower if we marched on foot.
Theresa narrowed her beautiful eyes and thought hard about what these mysterious dragon flamers were doing.
At this time, she received news that shocked Europe.
