Chapter 597

"What? Want me to go to the front? " Du Wei was sitting in his study. In front of him stood a palace official who had come to deliver orders from the palace. In his hand, the official had a letter of appointment signed by the Regent. On it, Du Wei was appointed deputy commander of the Northern War Zone and garrison commander of the eastern fortress, in charge of the eastern fortress and six nearby military checkpoints, The five imperial second-class fortresses are about three hundred miles in length! Such an official document is tantamount to handing over 200000 troops in front of us in the war zone and the east to us! However, Du Wei, sitting in his study, was not happy in the face of the official in the Imperial Palace, but he also openly expressed a kind of undisguised dissatisfaction. Dewey, in a wheelchair, came round from behind his desk to the court official, looking queer, pointing to his nose and his leg“ Are you sure the order is correct? Can't it be the documents issued by his Highness The Regent today when he is drunk? " Dewey blinked, frowned and said, "look at me. I'm in a wheelchair. I can't even walk. Do you expect people like me to go to the front line? Do you think I can ride now? Can you fight with a sword? " The court official had a bitter smile on his face, but he was helpless. He was just a little court official in charge of the herald. How could he answer Dewey's question. At the moment, he could only face bitterly and plead softly: "don't embarrass me, Duke. I'm just in charge of heralding... I don't understand other things. " Dewey scratched his hair and sighed, "Oh, tell me, what's going on?"“ This... "The court official said:" today, a war report has been sent from the front line. His Highness The Regent read it out in public in the main hall, and then after consulting with the ministers, the Minister of military, Lord camisillo, recommended you, and his highness approved... That's about it. I don't know if you ask me. " Dewey laughed and took the order. After reading it in his hand, he nodded his head. He took out two pieces of gold leaves from his arms and threw them to the court official: "OK, I see. I'm sorry to trouble you for such a trip. You've worked hard. " The court official took the gold leaf, but he didn't look happy. He looked at Dewey and couldn't help saying: "Your Highness, don't you... Go to the palace to take orders? All the appointed officials in the imperial capital. They all have to go to the palace to receive orders face to face, which is a convention... "The implication seems to be that they hope Du Wei will go back to the palace with him. Dewey waved: "no, I'm not fit. The Regent knows that, and I don't think he will care about this kind of courtesy. If you go back, just say that I've received the order. Tomorrow I'll go to the headquarters to make an official report. I'll go to the north as soon as possible after the delivery of the formalities... "The official stared and thought," cow! At the end of the Empire, camisillo couldn't beat Dewey, so he could only sign the record and seal it with the seal of the army headquarters. Looking at this thing, Dewey suddenly laughed, and then, just under the gaping gaze of camisillo and several military officials around him, he suddenly stood up from the wheelchair, swung his sleeve and swaggered up to camisillo“ You!! Your legs! " Camisillo changed color: "you..." Du Wei snorted and said faintly: "I'm going to the front line, so I can't really go in a wheelchair... Well, just say, Du Wei is dedicated to the country and worries about the national affairs. When he is in a hurry, his leg disease suddenly gets better. It's also blessed by the gods. " With that, Du Wei nodded to the people in the military headquarters, swaggered, and walked out of the gate of the headquarters! Seeing Du Wei leave his back and looking at the wheelchair that Du Wei left in the room at will, camisillo couldn't help laughing bitterly. Alas... Is it really right to send him to the front line and hand over 200000 troops of the Empire to such a person?