From Prisoner to Si Chen..

Chapter 347 Declaration of War
As soon as Jilan got off the car, he was surrounded by a group of people.

These people were all wearing dark grey suits and no hats. Judging from their gestures, they were not like ordinary people. At least they all had super-high physical fitness and were well-trained.

"Mr. Gillan Iros, we are from the Sifang Palace security force and are responsible for maintaining order at the scene."

The leader, a middle-aged man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, saluted and bowed his head respectfully.

Immediately, he raised his hand and led people to the Sifang Palace.

"Please follow me."

As he said this, he led the way inside.

On both sides of him, there was a group of female soldiers also wearing gray suits. Each of them was beautiful, but their expressions were cold and serious.

Further out, there was a group of specially invited reporters, both male and female, and even quite a few from other countries.

These reporters, with access passes, work badges and black box cameras hanging on their chests, kept pressing the shutter button towards Gillan.

Click, click, click!

In an instant, white light flashed.

Gillan took it all in stride.

He held his hat with one hand and his cane with the other, and followed in with a calm expression.

The crowd made way for him, and the security forces escorted him. Jilan walked forward and successfully reached the depths of the Sifang Palace, which he had never been to before.

A magnificent and bright conference hall.

It is said that when foreign guests come, the empire's top leaders will be responsible for receiving them in this conference hall, and important decisions will also be announced here.

As soon as Ji Lan entered the door, six or seven senior department officials who had been waiting inside for a long time came to greet him.

There were two men in their 50s and 60s at the head of the group. One of them was a short, serious man whom Jilan had seen before. He was the head of the logistics department, Muhsin.

'Minister Muhsin is a high-ranking member of the Crow Faction and can be considered a close confidant of Teacher Pala. His presence here to greet us was probably Teacher Pala's idea.'

Thoughts flashed through Gillan's mind.

So he greeted politely.

The other party adjusted his round-frame glasses, responded to Gillan with a friendly smile, and then introduced several people around him to him:

"Mr. Gillan, this is the Minister of Foreign Affairs, Mr. Jenny Pruett. These people are also the heads of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs..."

"Hello, Minister Janey."

Gillan held out his hand.

Jenny, with her short hair parted in the middle, looks a little old, and when she smiles, all the wrinkles on her face are squeezed together.

He quickly stretched out his hands and shook Gillan's hand respectfully.

"Hello, Mr. Gillan. I have heard of your great name for a long time, and now I finally get to meet you... From now on, I hope you will take care of many matters related to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs."

Jenny's tone was very humble.

He is obviously almost two generations older than Gillan, and their positions are almost the same, one is the minister and the other is the executive minister.

But Jenny was not a fool. After hearing the news, he spent several nights reading and studying Gillan's files. He was shocked by his terrifying resume and knew very well the ability of the young man in front of him.

At the same time, he also understood that Para Celsus had pushed him to this position against all odds, and there must be a deep meaning behind it. If he rashly offended him, he would definitely not have a good ending!

What's more, Gillan Ilos's appointment was approved by the Führer.

Many details indicate one fact...

This young man, who is only twenty years old, is definitely not simple!
"You're welcome, Minister Jenny." Gillan smiled flawlessly and his tone was impeccable.

He also shook hands and greeted the other heads of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs one by one. These middle-aged men and women all looked flattered and shook hands and chatted with them cautiously.

Jilan even felt some cold sweat from their palms... He couldn't help but wonder why these people were so nervous in front of him?

He's not some kind of devil.

Soon, accompanied by everyone, Gillan walked from the red carpet aisle to the podium in the conference hall.

The seats on both sides were full of people, all looking at Jilan.

Some eyes are kind, some are indifferent, some are curious, and some are scrutinizing.

Muhsin whispered to him beside him. Most of those who came to attend the inauguration ceremony were members of the House of Lords, including representatives from all walks of life, as well as senior officials and heads of various departments of the empire.

Nearly half of the core figures of the empire's official ranks were present.

Jilan nodded silently to show that he understood.

When they reached the side of the platform, Muhsin and others apologized, left on their own, and sat down to watch the ceremony.

Gillan walked onto the stage, led by two female staff members.

Hundreds of spotlights illuminated the stage brightly. Propaganda Minister Staven presided over the ceremony personally. With a serious face, he described the many changes and developments of the empire in recent years in an impassioned tone.

Jilan stood upright on the stage and immediately saw a gloomy middle-aged man with a hooked nose sitting in the center of the first row.

'Head of the Empire, Caesar Giddens!'

Jilan's expression tightened.

He knew that it was a trick of the Führer.

Noticing his gaze, the hook-nosed middle-aged man looked at him, smiled and nodded.

On his left and right are Para Celsus and Cal Rega.

To the left were the heads of the various departments, and to the right were the general officers, led by the military commander-in-chief, Reggie Mesa.

Staven was speaking with great enthusiasm, his saliva flying everywhere. But he glanced and suddenly noticed that the white-haired old man on the left side of the head of state gave him a calm look.

Suddenly, he was startled and realized that he had been talking for too long. So Staven quickly changed his words:
"...Everyone, the past has become history, and the future is still a mystery. We should focus on the present, because only the present can change the future."

"The position of Executive Minister of the Imperial Ministry of Foreign Affairs has been vacant for a long time. After discussions between the House of Lords and senior officials of various departments, it was unanimously decided that Mr. Gillan Iros, the former head of the investigation committee, would take up the position, adding new vitality to the future of the empire..."

Then, Staven took the black national flag with a white "X" pattern from two female staff members and handed it to Gillan.

Immediately, he shook hands with Gillan.

Click, click, click!

Below the stage, dozens of special reporters pressed shutter buttons continuously, and white light flashed continuously.

After doing all this, Staven tactfully stepped off the stage and left the stage to the newly appointed Executive Minister of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

Gillan, holding the flag of the Bremen Empire, walked slowly to the podium.

When the noisy sounds around him gradually quieted down, everyone's eyes were focused on him, full of surprise and scrutiny.

It was because the blond young man on the stage looked too young... It was the first time in the history of the empire that there was such a young Minister of Foreign Affairs.

"I am grateful for the Empire's trust in me and for allowing me to serve as the Executive Minister of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. To this end, I will do my best to perform my duties."

Gillan spoke calmly into the round microphone.

His tone was calm, yet contained a solemnity that was not in line with his age.

"272 years ago, the Bremen Empire was established on the bones and blood of countless Hiru people in order to create a peaceful, tranquil and prosperous pure land."

"After 200 years of baptism, the Empire finally became one of the three major countries on the continent, but this also attracted the covetousness and hostility of the Eastern Federation."

"Forty years ago, the Federation launched an aggressive war without authorization, attacked the Empire, occupied Bosvia, an important trading capital in the north, and used it as a bridgehead and colony, wantonly exploiting and enslaving the Hiru people..."

"Fifteen years ago, Emperor Caesar led the imperial army to fight back and successfully recaptured Bosvia, avenging the previous humiliation. However, the Federation regarded our just actions as plunder and plundered their property... This is the most ridiculous joke in the world, confusing right and wrong."

"Half a year ago, on July 1926, 7, the Federation unilaterally tore up the treaty, crossed the steel wall fortress on the eastern border, and indiscriminately bombed 21 cities in the Great Forest Region of Kawo State. Nearly people were killed, countless families were broken, and the empire also suffered heavy losses."

"A week ago, on New Year's Eve on December 12, the Federation dropped a super-large bomb on Bosvia, directly razing the city of faith that symbolizes the history and honor of our empire to the ground. Countless Hiru people turned into ashes in an instant. This inhumane act is trampling on our dignity and treating us as weaklings who can be bullied at will..."

Jilan's voice was not loud, and his tone was calm, but it seemed to contain a kind of magic, like a spark, gradually igniting the fire in the hearts of everyone present.

At this moment.

In the conference hall, Gilan's speech was being transmitted to all parts of the empire in real time in the form of radio broadcasts through terminal radio equipment.

Outside the Sifang Palace, thousands of Muses gathered, listening seriously to the voices of young people speaking from the loudspeakers on the high walls.

The sound of the broadcast echoed, stirring up the indignation of the crowd and causing them to clench their fists.

The nobles in the manors, the middle-class families in the apartments, the ordinary residents in the townhouses, and the meeting rooms of local departments, countless radios were playing the speech at the same time...

Everyone was silent.

Their chests were filled with anger, as if they were about to explode at any moment. Their eyes were filled with anger, anger towards the despicable invaders.

On the radio, the broadcast continued:
"…The Owena Federation calls itself an artistic nation that values ​​creativity, praises obedience, and emphasizes elegance and uniqueness. Is their brutality against us so-called elegance? Is the abuse of force art? Is mass killing creativity? Is oppression praise?"

"No, none of them."

"They are just a bunch of shameless executioners!"

At this moment, in a rental apartment in Simius, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl jumped up from her chair and shouted excitedly:

"Well said! Brother Gilan!"

Melinda clenched her little pink fists, her face full of admiration.

The three Farhan siblings and their mother, Mrs. Siniya, all sat at the table, listening attentively to the speech on the radio.

"I never thought that Brother Jilan would become the Minister of Foreign Affairs..."

Nancy's face was filled with emotion, and her beautiful eyes were also flashing with deep admiration.

"Yeah." Qiao An sighed.

He turned his head to look at his mother, but found that she had a complicated expression and was in a daze.

At this time, Milinda's watery eyes turned and she laughed:

"Hmph, if Artemi and the others knew that the big shot giving the speech was my brother, their expressions would definitely be very interesting... She even boasted to me yesterday that her cousin was working in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs as a team leader."

"Milinda! Don't cause trouble for my brother!"

Nancy suddenly frowned and scolded seriously.

"Be quiet and keep listening to the radio."

"I know. Why are you so fierce..."

Melinda curled her lips and sat down again.

Only the calm voice of the young man continued to be heard on the radio:
"In the Federation, a large number of insane politicians, in collaboration with incompetent dignitaries, warmongers and arms dealers who are looking to profit from the war, wantonly stir up public sentiment and weave a beautiful dream of annexing the Bremen Empire, thereby realizing their ambition to exploit the entire world."

“But they will never succeed.”

"In the name of Gillan Iros, Executive Minister of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of the Bremen Empire, I assure every imperial citizen that I am calm and confident about our future."

"The descendants of Xilu are never afraid of intimidation and challenges. The honor of the imperial people will always accompany their warriors until the Owena Federation fully bears our wrath—"

"I will take this opportunity to formally declare war on the Owena Federation on behalf of His Excellency President Caesar Jide!"

"This battle will not end until one dies!"

At this moment, the empire was in an uproar——

(End of this chapter)