After saying this, Lin Hai glanced at everyone and said, "Tell the Shanzuo Oilfield to find a way to expand production. If there's not enough time to refine the oil, then I want the crude oil too! Tell the Shanzuo Transport Commissioner that every drop of output from the oilfield, including the crude oil, must be shipped to the front lines. If there aren't enough pipelines, use trucks to transport it. If there aren't enough trucks, use people to carry it! Those who are on the front lines will fight to the death, and those who are not on the front lines must also fight to the death!"
"Your Highness, I will obey your will!"
They were all experienced bureaucrats, and no one wanted to offend Lin Hai at this time.
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"Your Majesty, cough cough cough... the incendiary bombs have arrived in the rear."
The commander of the eastern front, Nguyen Huet, the former general of the garrison in the six eastern states of Cambodia, weakly lifted the curtain of the military tent, and seemed to want to raise his hand to salute, but he really couldn't muster the strength, so he gave up.
"General Ruan, you... cough cough cough... can't you let His Majesty rest a little longer?"
The imperial physician who was taking care of Xin Yuetu complained while coughing.
"Okay, cough cough, Lao Li, just say less and save your energy, cough cough... Today is over, there's plenty of time to rest."
Xin Yue, who was half lying on the handsome chair, suddenly forced out a joke.
"Your Majesty! Ahem...can't you just be quiet? I thought of a new recipe last night and had the medicine delivered today. It's sure to be effective. Would you like to try it again?"
The imperial physician known as Lao Li was even sicker than Xin Yuetu. He sat on the ground, half leaning against Xin Yuetu's chair, and spoke weakly.
"Alright, alright. I know you're an expert in medicine, so there must be a way. It's just... ahem... I can't wait for that day, and neither can my soldiers."
Xinyue suddenly comforted his old minister, and then as if remembering something, he said, "Wait, you should send the prescription you thought of by telegram to the rear. What if it really works?"
"Your Majesty, rest assured, it will definitely be useful. I am the most powerful royal physician in Cambodia."
"Forget it, you've been working in the Imperial Hospital for thirty years, and you're still just a low-level doctor. Ahem... If it weren't for the fact that the Imperial Hospital was missing when the city of Taijing was captured, everyone else would have died, and you were in mourning at home..."
"Your Majesty, you can't say that. Back then, they were just jealous of my talent and suppressed me in every way..."
"I caught a cold last month, and you didn't seem to be able to cure it... It was the military doctor who prescribed me some medicine... cough cough... Okay, okay, stop trying to commit suicide so easily..."
Seeing that Lao Li was once again ready to die, Xin Yue suddenly said, "If you don't take the initiative to die now, you won't live for many days. Why are you in such a hurry..."
"Your Majesty, please also order the distribution of incendiary bombs."
Ruan Yue, who was standing at the door, said anxiously. He was a military commander and had a relatively good physical condition, so he didn't really need to sit on the ground after entering the door.
"General Ruan, what's the hurry?"
Old Li, who was about to refute the letter, was interrupted and complained with some dissatisfaction.
"Old Li, we have to hurry up. Time is running out."
Xinyue suddenly said, "General Ruan, arrange for the distribution. Give more to those with good physical strength, cough cough... give less to those with poor physical strength, and just give one to those who can't move. Cough cough cough cough... That's about it, just arrange it. There are still some soldiers who haven't been infected. The rear said they are still... something..."
"Incubation period."
"Yes, the incubation period. This incubation period is good. Although the people are already sick, it is the same as if they are not sick. This allows us to preserve the last intact army. Tell them that I will lead people to clear the way for them. How this battle will be won depends on them. Cough cough cough cough..."
A violent cough interrupted Xin Yuetu's words. Ruan Yue was overwhelmed with grief for a moment. The veteran who had spent his whole life in the military could no longer control his emotions and burst into tears in front of his king.
"His Majesty!"
"Cambodia only has six states left, and we've managed to muster this few troops despite our best efforts... Your Majesty knows the Criminal Battalion's assault isn't going well, so to boost morale, he personally led these troops to the front lines...
Your Majesty! From today on, Cambodia will no longer have any soldiers capable of fighting... Six states... Six states, every household wears mourning clothes and white silk, your humble servant... cough cough cough... your humble servant..."
Looking at Ruan Yue crying in front of him, Xin Yue suddenly stood up with difficulty and walked forward to pat him on the shoulder.
"Nguyen Qing, it's okay, it's okay. Cambodia has lost its soldiers, but Cambodia is still there. People die, but as long as the war is won, they can be reborn. Don't look at the fact that 100,000 troops have been sacrificed. As long as everyone works hard, in less than 20 years, we can mobilize another 100,000, oh no, 200,000 troops. Besides, the troops from the five major countries are gathered here. Our 100,000 people are actually not the largest, so why bother with you? Cough cough cough cough..."
After saying too much in one breath, Xin Yue suddenly started coughing violently again.
"But your majesty, if the 100,000-man army is gone, will Cambodia still exist?"
"Nguyen, as long as we win, Cambodia will always be here. Don't worry, I will not be the king who destroyed Cambodia, and you will not be the minister who destroyed the country. What we are doing is to rebuild a brand new Cambodia!"
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With Ruan Yue's support, Xin Yue, with two incendiary bombs hanging on his body, suddenly embarked on his journey. In front of him was a sea of fire.
"Your Majesty, Lao Li has never cured a disease, but Lao Li also knows that the things that make us sick are in this house."
In the king's tent of Xin Yuetu, Doctor Li, who was lying on the ground coughing up blood, tremblingly took out a lighter from his arms. This was a specialty of Qinghe. He saved money for a long time to buy one.
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