The doctor suffers from amnesia, but not complete amnesia.

"The main conflict between them..."

Yegor was thinking.

He quickly realized what was happening.

"The army—the First Army Group, right?"

"exactly."

Cooperation against the strong is the choice of the weak. However, if the pressure on the other side does not decrease, and the weak become wary of each other, it must be because one side has suddenly gained enough power to suppress the balance of power between the two sides.

The political struggle two years ago originated from Witte's scheming against Anatoly, with the aim of forcing the military to back down—but the military backed down too much, paying a price far exceeding Witte's plan.

An army group designation, a police commissioner's position, Anatoly's demotion from Fort Saint-Eagle, and that earth-shattering "Ursus Disarmament Plan Draft."

And Witt got almost nothing of these costs; Fyodor took all of them!

The unequal distribution of benefits was already a cause for the division of the political alliance. Fyodor's power suddenly expanded to the point that even Speaker Witte had to bow down, which would inevitably deepen this rift.

"There's no way there will be another unit. Of the Empire's eight army groups, even the Sixth Army Group has been given away. Speaker Witt doesn't have much of a right to apply for a new one. On the contrary, you might have a better chance of getting the 'Ninth Army Group' designation than Witt."

Yegor said, half-jokingly.

"You're right. Maybe I really will apply to establish this Ninth Army Group."

Qiao Yelan nodded seriously.

Yegor was quite surprised. After thinking it over again, he suddenly realized that he had indeed overlooked a problem—

How exactly will Islam Witte bridge the gap between himself and Fedor?

Everything else is just extras; the biggest difference between them is the military!

"You mean... these workers are actually the soldiers promised to Witt's army?"

This was quite a shock. Although the man was horrified, he realized that this might be the most realistic idea.

“You are absolutely right, Mr. Yegor is truly quick-witted.”

Qiao Yelan never hesitated to praise the geniuses who were loyal to him.

“This was my bargaining chip to persuade Witte—and also my means of covering up the truth.”

Persuading Witt to cover up the truth... I see!

Yegor suddenly realized.

The former goes without saying. If Witte were of sound mind, he would understand how beneficial such a strategy of hiding soldiers among the people would be for him, so he would inevitably be unable to resist the temptation.

The latter involves Qiao Yelan and his plans.

The union has provided so many benefits and perks, which must be implemented. There will definitely be people who want to investigate this matter, and the nobles will certainly take action. Therefore, although the probability of finding out the truth is very small, it is by no means zero.

With Witt in front of him, he will definitely do everything in his power to cover it up for his own benefit—because it's for his own good!

Even if it were discovered that these people might have been used as recruits, with Witte in front of him, it certainly wouldn't affect Yegor.

"No wonder you forcibly snatched the union from Witt and forced it onto me—the money came from Witt, the name was set by Fyodor, only the terms were provided by me, but all the workers will be grateful to the Imperial Ministry of Labor!"

Yegor clapped his hands excitedly.

"More importantly, the pressure on the surface will be borne by Fyodor, while the pressure on the shadows will be borne by Witt. Even if the truth is eventually uncovered, it won't implicate me in the massacre of my family!"

This was a terrifying plan that, even if dissected and broken down, would send chills down Yegor's spine.

With virtually no cost, they skillfully navigated between the two major political forces of the Ursus Empire, leveraging each other's strengths to reap enormous profits without bearing any responsibility whatsoever.

What unparalleled intellect this person possesses!

Perhaps only immortal beings could possess such wisdom!

This time, Yegor's respect for Qiao Yelan was genuine and heartfelt.

He recalled what Qiao Yelan had said before, that he and His Majesty Vladimir had devised the plan together, and he couldn't help but believe it.

Yes, such a plan, a plan that could change the landscape of Ursus for a thousand years, must have involved Qiao Yelan. Moreover, His Majesty Vladimir must have recognized his contribution, otherwise he would not have given that Tsar's edict.

Unbeknownst to him, in Yegor's mind, Qiao Yelan had already reached a position "second only to" Vladimir.

And this gap is slowly narrowing.

"In Witte's eyes, he provides them with food, drink, and work, so the people should be grateful to him—so when he distributes weapons to them, they will help him send those nobles to the gallows?"

How foolish! These petty bourgeois who always live in a fantasy world and are only good at deceiving themselves.

Qiao Yelan made his arrogant and indifferent decision; he had already prepared the ending for Victor.

"He will know whose neck will be the first to be put on the noose when the working class takes up arms."

Yegor laughed too—he was also looking forward to seeing that scene.

Now, standing in the same trench as Qiao Yelan, he rereads the document and naturally gains a deeper understanding of the various measures within.

"The plan to acquire property rights after renting for ten years is really good. It not only binds workers together and makes them more resistant to mobility, but also improves their living conditions and greatly promotes the marriage rate and birth rate of the working class."

"There's also the design of the workers' village, which is essentially a standardized imperial town, composed entirely of able-bodied adults and minors, with an extremely healthy age structure. Moreover, it can have an internal agricultural block that can produce and sell its own products, which can increase the number of peasants."

Yegor highly praised the plan.

"Not only in agricultural areas, but I also plan to establish factory schools under the pretext of 'unified resettlement of children.' The schools will teach them the most basic literacy, mathematics, and history—these budding talents that need careful nurturing are the real future, Yegor."

Qiao Yelan smiled and spread her hands.

The man nodded seriously, but he still had some concerns about this point.

"But we don't have that many teachers."

“It’s alright, His Majesty Vladimir and I were prepared long ago—you’ve met him, after all.”

I've seen it before?

Yegor was somewhat puzzled; he had no recollection of ever seeing so many people.

"Didn't we collaborate last time?"

"--Judge!!"

He suddenly remembered Mr. Oleg, whose family had been judges for three generations.

"Yes, for decades, law has been the most popular major at the Imperial University. Even after His Majesty Vladimir's death, it only gradually declined, but it still surpasses other majors by a large margin. The vast majority of these people are not nobles, and even if they are, they do not have the bad habits of nobles."

Qiao Yelan explained earnestly.

“We can negotiate with Mr. Oleg to add a social practice course. As long as the Imperial Ministry of Labor is willing to stamp their practice reports and let them exchange them for credits, I’m sure those passionate college students wouldn’t mind taking a day off each week to attend the class.”

"Furthermore, we can rehire retired judges as principals or resident teachers, which will actually fill the teacher shortage."

Yegor nodded as he recalled the old judge who had taught him.

"Moreover, there is an added benefit to judges teaching – they will tell these children what rights they have and who has stolen those rights."

"Compared to parents who are already set in their ways and used to being exploited, these teenagers are more active in their thinking and more able to understand these issues. Most importantly, they are bold enough to stand up and fight against it all."

Qiao Yelan earnestly described his plan.

“You’re right, the children are the future, they are the hope—so we need time, we still need time.”

Yegor murmured to himself, completely absorbed in the future that Qiao Yelan had painted for him.

"Yes, we need time, I think about fifteen to twenty years—that way, those who are still children now can grow up, and those born after enjoying the policy will have reached the age of understanding and even being willing to participate in the struggle."

"If, a decade or so later, a leader were to lead a group of civilians, workers, and infected people in raising the banner of resistance against Ursus—and even capture a seemingly noble mobile city guarded by a noble army... then what would happen to Ursus?"

Qiao Yelan looked at the excited man in front of her, her voice still drawing him towards a higher peak.

【decay】

【Split】

【capital】

【greedy】

【industry】

【people】

【Knowledge】

【law】

[Grassroots Representatives]

Unity

[Guideline]

【arms】

【spark】

[Prairie Fire]

Now that we've reached this point—the revolution is about to accelerate.

Qiao Yelan extended her hand to Yegor.

"Don't be discouraged, don't give up, my comrade. We are all comrades walking on the same path, and a bright future is no longer out of reach—wait and have hope."