Ye Renwu turned around and glanced at the four men in black who were retreating into the woods, then looked at the figure wrapped in a black cloak ten steps in front of him.

"Who are you? Can you please turn around?" Ye Renwu asked. Now she was roughly sure that the other party did not have much ill will towards her, otherwise he would not have intercepted her halfway and brought her here.

She was also certain that the man in front of her must be extraordinary, because the ones responsible for escorting her back to Tianjuan were Helen's guards - if they wanted to intercept her, they had to be well-informed and courageous enough, because killing the emperor's guards was a serious crime.

The person with his back to Night Blade Dancer said nothing.

After hesitating for a while, Ye Renwu took two steps forward, glanced around, and then said, "Sir, what is your intention in bringing me to this desolate mountain? If you don't say anything, then I will leave."

A long sigh came from behind the cloak. Ye Renwu was startled for a moment, and the man had already turned around.

The moment he caught a glimpse of that man's face, Ye Renwu was suddenly startled and quickly knelt on the ground: "Your Majesty, I am Ye Renwu, and I pay my respects to you."

The only person in the world who could make Night Blade Dance act like this was naturally Helen.

"Stop knocking. I have already announced to the world that you have been dismissed from your post, your mansion has been confiscated, and you have been expelled from my citizenship. So now you are no longer my subject." There was a hint of coldness in Helen's voice.

"Your Majesty, I was framed. Please help me." Ye Renwu kowtowed repeatedly.

"Ye Renwu, do you hate me?" Helen suddenly asked.

Ye Jianwu quickly shook her head: "Ye Jianwu remembers the teachings of her ancestors and swears to be loyal to Her Excellency the Saint until death."

"When I asked you whether you hate me, you talked about your ancestors' teachings and swore to die. How boring. Ye Renwu, just because of this, you and I can never go back to the way we were before." Helen sighed heavily.

"Your Majesty, Ye Renwu is guilty." Ye Renwu felt a pang in his heart.

"Whether you are guilty or not, and what crime you have committed, you know it in your heart." Helen walked towards Night Blade Dance and said, "I punished you according to the law of the country, and I saved you out of personal feelings. Now, the law of the country does not tolerate you, and I have also returned my personal feelings to you, so, Night Blade Dance, you should go to the canyon."

Ye Renwu felt a pain in his heart - the valley was naturally referring to Assyria. Helen's words showed that she still didn't believe in him, and she was also declaring that she wanted to break off all ties with him...

"Your Majesty, Ye Renwu is willing to commit suicide immediately to prove his innocence." Ye Renwu straightened his back.

"Suicide? Humph, this is the act of a weak person. You are not even afraid of death? Why are you afraid of living?" Helen frowned, "Ye Renwu, I saved you not to let you die, but to let you live well, because I know what will be waiting for you when you return to Tianjuan, so you should not let me down."

"Your Majesty..." Ye Renwu didn't know what to say.

"Puff", a fist-sized exquisite leather bag fell in front of Ye Renwu's knees.

"Go straight for fifty miles and you will reach the Assyrian Gorge. Night Blade Dance, if you want to prove something, go there." Helen gently placed her hand on Night Blade Dance's head. "But no matter what the result is, I will not allow you to appear in front of me again, because the damage you have brought to me and my family is so great that you cannot imagine. Do you understand?"

Ye Renwu's nose felt sore, and tears suddenly overflowed uncontrollably: "Your Majesty..."

"Go away. I am not your Majesty." Helen said coldly, then glanced at Ye Renwu twice, sighed softly, turned around and walked quickly towards the woods. The men in black who were waiting in the woods also hurriedly came forward.

"Go back to the palace." Helen waved her hand and tucked her cloak. Several men in black responded softly and quickly dispersed to protect Helen.

After watching Helen leave, Helen gently wiped the tears from her face and reached out to grab the small leather bag that Helen threw to her.

When she stood up, she suddenly burst into tears...

…

"The quality of new weapons must be guaranteed. Firearms are not the same as cold weapons." Wu Lai said as he took the gun barrel that was passed to him and weighed it.

This person was the one recommended to Wu Lai by Mikoyan. Wu Lai was very satisfied with him after interviewing him personally, so he gave him the position of head of the small firearms department of the ordnance factory.

Small-barreled firearms naturally refer to guns. After taking office, he worked hard and completed the transformation of the gun lathe designed by Galileo in just five days, increasing its work efficiency by about 10%.

Wu Lai would not underestimate this achievement. He knew very well what kind of person Galileo was. Being able to take Galileo's nearly perfect design a step further at least showed that Saman was almost at the same level as Galileo. One had to know that in this world and this era, there were not many people who could understand and apply machinery to this level.

"Please rest assured, Lord. The firearms department will definitely keep your instructions in mind." Saiman bowed slightly and said with a smile.

"That's good." Wu Lai nodded, brought the barrel of the gun close to his eyes and looked inside the barrel for a while, then nodded again, "Very good, I am very satisfied with the smoothness, and it is full. The craftsmanship of your lathe is far beyond my imagination."

"Thank you for the compliment, Lord. Compared with your great design, what I have done is just trifles." Saiman smiled, "For example, this double-barreled gun. I couldn't have come up with it even if I had ten more heads. Only a man of your caliber could have conceived such a magical weapon."

Wu Lai raised an unnatural smile. The double-barreled gun he was talking about was not designed by him, but copied from the data. It was actually a two-shot shotgun with a break-type loading mechanism. In the world in Wu Lai's previous memory, this type of gun was one of the earliest hunting rifles, also known as a riot gun. After firing, the shooter had to open the chamber to manually extract the shell and reload. The entire gun was very simple and durable, with a thick barrel, large bullets, high firepower, and a wide killing area. It was an efficient weapon for close combat.

Low consumption, easy mass production, and low ammunition requirements - it is these characteristics that have made this shotgun the main product of the Assyrian Arms Factory, and made Wu Lai look forward to seeing its performance on the battlefield.

"Are there any finished products for the rest of the parts?" asked Woolley.

"Yes, although the time given by the lord is tight, with the joint efforts of all colleagues, we have still produced enough parts to assemble six sample guns within the scheduled time. As far as I know, the projectile department has also produced 200 matching bullets." Saiman replied.

"Okay, assemble three of them immediately for test firing." Wu Lai threw the barrel back to Saman.

"As you wish, Lord." He bowed with a smile...

…

Two days later, in the morning, Wu Lai walked into the parliament. This was the former Senate, and later the Night Blade Dance Grand Commander's Office. After the signing of the agreement, it was closed for a period of time, and was not reopened until the parliament was officially established.

The courtyard remained the same, and the tall bronze and stone statues representing "thought", "action", "perseverance", "harmony", "sacrifice" and "justice" were still there, but they were all damaged to varying degrees - they were not very popular during the time when Ye Renwu was the governor of Ashur and Annan.

Although it was still early, many people were already standing in the courtyard waiting for Wu Lai. In addition to members of parliament, there were also parliamentary staff and some government officials from the Government Office.

Everyone was extremely excited when they saw Wu Lai walking slowly in, because in their minds, Wu Lai was not only the high priest, lord, and speaker, but also an unparalleled hero and great man.

A smile appeared on Wu Lai's face as applause and cheers rang out.

"Thank you." He raised his hand and waved.

The applause and cheers became louder, and everyone began to flock to him, clapping and praising him loudly.

The latest novel is published first on Liu9shuba!

"Long live Assyria." Woolley raised his right arm.

"Long live Assyria!" The echoes were like thunder and waves...

Amid applause and praise, congressmen and government officials surrounded Wu Lai and walked into the conference room.

After taking his seat on the podium, Wu Lai made three consecutive downward gestures, and then everyone stopped applauding and began to take their seats.

After everyone was seated, Wu Lai smiled and said, "Thank you for your enthusiasm. Today, I, as the speaker, was the first to call everyone to the meeting. I thought I came early, but I was the last one to arrive. I am very ashamed."

There was some good-natured laughter from the audience.

"This shows that everyone's enthusiasm for work is higher than I thought. This is a very good thing. With you here, I believe Assyria will get better and better." Wu Lai paused and continued, "I believe everyone still remembers that in the past, the decision to go to war in the territory was made by the Supreme Council of Nobles, and then submitted to the Senate for approval. This procedure seems a bit cumbersome, but it can avoid dictatorship and going to war on a whim. Although Assyria now separates the military and politics, the existence of the army is actually serving the tranquility of the territory and the stability of the people."

"This is a special period. All the offensive and defensive arrangements of the territory are temporarily arranged by me as the lord. This is the trust and entrustment of everyone to me. I am very grateful, but I want to emphasize that the army comes from the people. It should not become an individual's property or machine, nor should it fight to achieve the goals of someone or a few people, because we choose democracy, not dictatorship." Wu Lai glanced at everyone, "So what I want to say is that from today on, I will hand over the right to review the war to the parliament."

The people in the audience could not help but marvel at this. No one had expected that Wu Lai would actually propose to hand over the power to review the war to the parliament. That is to say, if this was really done, whether to fight or how to fight would not be decided by Wu Lai, but by the parliament.

"Speaker! This won't work!" A member of parliament immediately stood up to object, "You are the leader of Assyria, and only you can lead Assyria to prosperity! Parliament does not need the right to review wars, it can only belong to you!"

"Yes! The power to wage war can only be controlled by you, the Speaker!" More people also stood up...

Wu Lai shook his head and smiled bitterly...

…

"Brother, you're back, wipe your sweat. Have you heard? Wuleglindo wants to hand over the power to decide on war to the parliament?" Muti asked while handing him a towel.

"I heard on the way back that the parliament didn't accept it either."

"What do you think Wuleglindo wants to do?" Muti asked again.

"There are only two intentions. Either he wants to test the attitude of the parliament, or he wants to lay the groundwork for the future. I personally think that the latter possibility is far greater than the former, because although Wooleglindal is a very unpredictable person, in the final analysis, he is not selfish and has a very long-term vision."

"Preparation, preparatory for what?"

"It is to pave the way for Assyria to not have a dictatorial power in the future. If you think about it carefully, you will understand that the government and the parliament are actually in a mutually restrictive relationship, and the same is true within the parliament. In this way, no one will be able to cover the sky with one hand in the future, unless these forces can be defeated in one fell swoop."

"This doesn't seem too difficult. Just execute these people at the same time." Mu Ti said with a smile.

"It seems that you have found a good idea. Wuleglindo's arrangement is very well-organized. He takes one step steadily and then takes the next step. Now, all of Assyria is led by him. Therefore, anyone who chooses to go against him at this time is seeking death. Muti, I warn you again, don't be in a hurry to do anything. You must remember this."

"I remember, brother." Mu Ti nodded heavily.

…

On sunny days, Pu Tong's favorite thing to do is to smoke, chat and chew grass roots under the shade of trees. As soon as the sky cleared up for half a day, he happily spread a large blanket under an old tree and lay down on it comfortably.

Not long after he lay down, the commander of the first battalion of the first regiment came running over: "Division Commander, the scouts reported that there is movement in the enemy's port again!"

"What?!" Pu Tang jumped up suddenly, "What did the scout say?"