Dotō took the battle report and looked at it twice, and the muscles at the corners of his mouth finally pulled upward.
Kazahana Sōsetsu's eyes and ears at the border are completely cut off.
His good brother Sōsetsu is now a blind man sitting on the throne waiting to die.
He took out a neatly folded list from his waist and slapped it on the stone table.
There are only seven names on the list.
"Royal City Royal Guard's third commander and fifth commander have already taken money to kneel down. I guess they understand."
Dotō picked up Red Pen, drew a circle on the two names, and then tapped the remaining five names with his fingers, his eyes cold.
"As for these five old people who don't have enough food and salt, arrange for someone to give them something unexpected tonight!"
Dotō straightened up and spoke very fast.
"I don't have time to play any game of love between king and minister with them. Within three days, Royal City gates and Daimyō Mansion defenses must all be replaced by our people."
"Then, give my good brother a grand send-off!"
The Snow Ninjas below responded in unison, causing water droplets to fall from the pipes above their heads.
At the same time, Daimyō Mansion, side hall.
There were no attendants or close ministers in the empty room, only a pot of charcoal fire crackling in the cold night.
Outside the window, the strong wind carried frost and hit the window lattice, making a heart-stopping whimper.
This year has been a rare, bone-chilling winter.
Sōsetsu knows that the snow outside the Daimyō Mansion has reached the knees of civilians.
Land of Snow's current material reserves are simply not enough to allow all citizens to survive this severe cold disaster.
The banknotes that were submitted every day to freeze and starve to death were flying onto his desk like snowflakes.
Kazahana Sōsetsu didn't even have time to change into the complicated court clothes. He sat alone in front of the wooden table, staring at the map marked with red crosses in front of him.
It was originally the material circulation line he planned to save the country.
He is spending all Daimyō Mansion's financial resources to secretly build a behemoth - "Geothermal Generator".
As long as that thing can be completed and operated, it can melt the continuous ice of this continent.
Let Land of Snow completely get rid of the curse of severe cold, solve the current dead situation, and usher in the real spring.
However, now, three red crosses and three key strongholds have been completely destroyed.
The tea on the corner of the table has long since cooled down, with a thin film of water floating on it, and a layer of fine ash falling on the rim of the cup.
He didn't touch the cup of tea, nor did he smash anything. He just clenched his fists tightly, and his joints turned white from the exertion.
A deep sadness spread from his chest.
At the darkest moment when the country was facing life and death, he sadly discovered that Land of Snow was not united.
His younger brother, who was devoured by ambition, and the courtiers who defected for their own benefit, did not care at all how many civilians froze to death on the streets every day.
For the power on the cold throne, they would rather smash Land of Snow's only hope with their own hands.
Sōsetsu sat there, the whole person was so quiet that it made people feel terrified.
A very slight stream of air came from the darkness behind the screen, and the figure of the leader of the secret guard emerged from the shadows, landing on one knee.
"Lord!"
The leader of the secret guard had a very low voice.
"Lord Dotō's Chamber of Commerce has been secretly reselling fine steel ore in the past month, and Royal City's defense arrangements are abnormal. The third and fifth battalions are moving closer to the Daimyō Mansion!"
Sōsetsu's finger stopped on the map and remained silent for three breaths.
He didn't slap the table and roar, he just picked up the Vermilion Brush that had just been marked with a red cross in his hand and threw it to the corner of the table.
Vermilion Brush Gulu rolled to the edge of the map and fell directly into the cup of gray herbal tea, splashing out a few drops of turbid tea.
"You don't even plan to act? Do you really think I'm blind?"
Sōsetsu finally spoke, with a tone that was both cold and indignant.
The leader of the secret guard raised his head, a trace of surprise flashed across his eyes.
I saw Sōsetsu's right hand slowly reaching towards the innermost layer of the cuff, taking out a roll of secret information only as thick as a little finger, untying the string and spreading it flatly in the center of the map.
There is only one line of small words on the thin paper: The emissary has been contacted, Konoha has accepted the order.
"Is there any sure-win game in this world? Dotō is so beautiful!"
Sōsetsu pressed his finger heavily on the position of North Harbor on the map and let out a long breath.
"Instruct the secret guards to shrink all the remaining people back to save their lives. Don't die in vain!"
"The country still needs to be rebuilt, and this blood debt will have to be settled sooner or later! As long as Konoha people can arrive at North Harbor on time to take over, this dead end can still be fought!"
Deep inside the fortress.
Dotō was leaning on the stone chair with his eyes closed and concentrating, thinking about the route to defeat Daimyō Mansion in three days.
The heavy iron door was knocked open with a muffled sound.
Nadare rushed to the high platform again with a solemn face, this time even his throat was broken by shouting.
"Sir! We just received information from the secret wire buried in the Chamber of Commerce!"
Nadare swallowed, with urgency in his voice.
"Sōsetsu has indeed secretly sent an emissary to Land of Fire, and Konoha has already received the order and is on his way!"
As soon as these words came out, the Snow Ninja elites who were trying on the armor below visibly paused for a moment, and the commotion of whispering quickly spread.
Anyway, that's Konoha.
Shinobi World's most powerful military group's signboard is placed there, and no one is upset after hearing it.
Dotō took in all the commotion, suddenly let out a sneer, and stood up directly.
"Konoha?!"
His voice suppressed all the noise, revealing unparalleled arrogance.
"They just crawled out of the mess of Third Shinobi World War, and now they are busy at home licking their wounds! How can they spare any decent hands?!"
He strode down the high platform, grabbed the helmet from the hands of a Snow Ninja, and slammed it on his breastplate with a loud bang.
"It's just a few Genin who haven't graduated yet, and a few more disabled and sick people to make up the number!"
Dotō waved his hand, pointing his fingertips directly in the direction of the northern port.
"Send three warships! All equipped with the latest Chakra Armor, go to sea to intercept and kill!"
"Let this group of ordinary ninjas see what Chakra Armor is and what dimensionality reduction strike is!"
Hearing the leader's confident tone, the Snow Ninjas who were commotion below quickly stabilized their position, and contempt and relaxation appeared in their eyes again.
Nadare Rōga lowered his head to accept the order, turned around and strode out of the iron gate.
The moment the order was given, a copper pipe engraved with a secret code rushed down the underground drain towards North Harbor.
The blue indicator lights at the Land of Snow strongholds along the way light up one after another, and the interception command is directed to the dock on the first floor.
On the frozen sea in the middle of the night, thirty fully armed Snow Ninja elite stepped on the springboard and boarded the warship.
Someone pulled out Ninja Sword and struck his companion hard, and the black breastplate immediately raised the Chakra shield.
The blade only left a weak ripple on the shield, without even touching the armor.
Uncontrollable fanatical cheers suddenly erupted on the pier.
Three warships disguised as giant merchant ships hoisted flags, and heavy crossbows were hidden under the cargo boxes on the decks.
As the winch made a sharp metallic friction sound, the impact angle covered with thick fine iron pressed against the ice outside the port.
The thick ice was crushed hard by the heavy hull, and the broken ice flew away.
Nadare Rōga stood on the front of the ship, letting the wind and snow hit the Chakra shield and slide off it. He stared at the dark sea ahead, raised his hand and pressed forward.
"Fill up the steam! Get to the strait before dawn!"
Nadare grinned with a cruel smile.
"Konoha, no one who comes here can even think of running away!"
The warship crashed through the last ice floe, pulled out three pale waves, and crashed into the deep winter night at full speed.
This group of Snow Ninja elites who are fully armed and think they are about to carry out a dimensionality reduction strike,
Loaded with 20 million taels of luxury equipment, they were heading towards the team they defined as "a few Genins and disabled patients who have not graduated".
And the real configuration of that team is Shinobi World, the most terrifying immortal special team at present.