Indeed, as Lu Xi and Sexiliu judged, when the fleet and air cavalry surrounded the Olahran Fortress, when the artillerymen of the Rose Legion began to set up artillery positions on the island of It, and even when two giant artillery barrels with more than 30 meters of gun barrels appeared on the island, no one in the fortress dared to attack, and even the lookout hands lying on the top of the city and looking out were careful. They showed their heads a little and hurriedly shrank back. At first glance, they looked like a group of trembling gophers.

As for the legendary weapon to maintain the country, the largest magic crystal cannon in the world named "Sun God's Eye", no one dared to push it out of the fortress where the cannon is located from beginning to end. Let's just pretend that it does not exist at all.

By the time the cannons were set up, it was already past nine o'clock in the evening. The crew, cavalry and artillery began a very sumptuous dinner (which can be regarded as a military) and everyone had just achieved a brilliant victory, so it would be understandable to celebrate it a little. Anyway, the scared remnants in the city didn't dare to show their heads now. It would be even better if they could not help but open the city to surrender when they smelled the smell of meat.

What, do you think they will open the city to raid while having a meal?

emmm, a group of remaining soldiers who had just suffered a great defeat and lost 90% of their troops. If they could recover their fighting spirit and rush out of the city to Zhu Chu in just a few hours, why not give them a desperate victory?

In short, each of the most ordinary soldiers was divided into large chunks of barbecue steak, broth, butter-cooked potatoes, apples and soft white bread with cream, plus a small glass of ale. Everyone had a great time eating.

However, when these fragrances drifted into the Fortress of Orahran, the soldiers who were already desperate to die now really wanted to climb up the city wall and jump down.

They were having supper too. Even in the main hall of the fortress, the high-ranking officers, including the Marshal, had the quality of meals that were not as good as the ordinary soldiers outside.

The senior officers of the noble coalition army sat blankly on their dining tables. They were defeated and trapped in the fortress. They really had no appetite. The quality of the dinner in front of them is hard to describe, and of course they can't eat it even more.

Is this a piece of black bread, a boiled potato, a bowl of salted soup made of stinky salted fish and sauerkraut that I don't know how long is this? Are you humiliating our great Aofa nobles and glorious federal generals?

The reason why no one took advantage of the situation and borrowed the heads of the chef and the supply officer to calm the morale of the army was because the marshal, who had the highest status, didn't mind at all, picked up the bowl and ate it in big mouthfuls. Looking at it, those who didn't know thought they were tasting something that had rated five-star food in the food magazine.

But no matter what, the sound of the collision between spoons scooping soup and food, and the sound of swallowing the throat squirming, finally made the hall, which was so dull that it was even a bit depressing, add a few more human touches.

Marshal Mensus drank most of the salted fish soup in one minute, picked up the black bread and wiped it in the bowl a few times, tore a piece and threw it into his mouth, chewed it hard, and then said to the senior officers present: "Don't be so sad. As long as I have food and wine, I can have a good dream today! Everyone should learn this even more when they are in this extraordinary time."

Looking at the Marshal's still refreshing smile, as if the defeat during the day had never happened. The officers squeezed out an ugly smile with a frown, and had to pick up the bowls, and slowly ate them with determination as if they were gnawing.

I never thought that one day I would fall to the point of eating such food! Many generals born in wealthy families couldn't help but burst into tears when they thought about this.

These people really lack empathy! They never thought that there were people in this world who couldn't even eat, so they had to start working overnight. For example, in the city of Elichar, the printing workers under the Elichar Times, who had not had a full meal for almost a month, were driven out of their shed by their boss and came to the printing house.

"The front page of tomorrow must be changed, so everyone will work hard tonight." The speaker was the editor-in-chief and chief reporter of the Elichar Times, and Mr. Soltino loudly encouraged his employees.

He is also a famous scholar and writer, although he has never heard of any particularly influential works. He is also a professor at Natia Central National University. In ten years, it is said that he has not attended a hundred classes but has attended at least one hundred female students. Of course, the above are all vicious rumors, which are despicable slandering Mr. Sordino.

However, Mr. Soltino is still the cousin of Dandelion's Dandy Lane family. This is not a rumor? In addition, he is also a group of noble ladies and nobles. He has never fallen out of favor since he was a young man until his old bacon era. This is not only not a rumor, but he admitted it with pride.

Mr. Soltino is indeed quite handsome. Although he is over forty years old, his charm has not diminished at all. Instead, he has gradually developed a kind of elegant and elegant temperament. However, it is not the focus for the printing workers on site. They have always called each other "Cowherd" behind their backs.

If the whole family hadn't been pointing at the meager salary for eating, drinking, defecation and urination, everyone would have long blown up his greasy and pink face.

So a worker asked patiently: "So, it's time, do we still have to work overtime?"

"I'm risking my life to snatch the material from the battlefield, and you're just working overtime. What's there to complain about?" Mr. Soltino said in a tone of course.

You are in danger of life. Don’t think that labor and capital don’t know where you big newspaper reporters are all offering delicious food and drink. Even if you fight, just hide in a faraway corner and move your pen. Could it be that who would really catch you and slaughter you?

"Everything is the duty of the journalist! To let citizens see the news at the first time is our faith and our mission, so I will record the news in the rain of guns and arrows. However, to let the news appear in tomorrow's morning newspapers, so that citizens can understand their situation, the current situation of the federal government, and the changes in the world more quickly. This depends on your labor today! We are creating history!"

When I was in Elichar, aren’t you the ones who go to high-end entertainment venues every day? You guys have steak and red wine every day. Now we ordinary citizens can only maintain half full of coarse grains and stinky salted fish that we all give every day. The whole family is hungry, but you are still calling for faith and mission here. Are you not acting like a hooligan?

"Anyway, work quickly. You little citizens probably won't understand glory and dreams, but I am an old journalist with conscience and integrity. Don't delay me in pursuing greatness, nor do you put shame on the Elichar Times. If you don't want to do it, then some people do it!" Seeing that the workers were still unwilling to move, the gentle Mr. Soltino finally tore his face and said sternly.

Is the Elichar Times not being shamed yet? How many times has this changed your tone during this period?

The workers looked at the front page title that was about to be replaced - "General Berencaster arrives in Olahran", and suddenly felt that although their ancestors were all farmers and petty citizens, working in such a place was truly shameful.

However, whether it is ideal or future, this cruel world is so realistic. In the final analysis, only by living can we consider other things. Although the workers were hungry and resentful, considering that there were old people and young people after all, the meager salary and food ratio could only make the family live like dogs, but they were better than not being able to survive. They complained, and in the end, each one filled a large glass of water, which made the mouth feel a little more comfortable, and then got on the machine.

"It's really a dog-like thing, you have to kick it and move it." Soltino looked at the moving workers and sniffed hard, then slowly left the factory. Now it was a very fast time. He had a few fragrant female students and ladies who covered up their body odor with more fragrant cosmetics to comfort him. It was also very busy and hard.

Soltino muttered to get onto his carriage, but suddenly, a thunderous sound seemed to be heard from the sky. He was so scared that he fell to the ground, and his clothes were immediately covered with mud and dirty. He got up in a mess, but saw three white lights vaguely passing by the sky in the night sky, like a meteor.

Elichar's famous master, the conscience of the press, rolled and crawled onto the carriage, left in a mess, and almost ran into a truck pulled by a puppet.

"You died tragically in the carriage!"

"If you don't know how to drive a car, you'll die in your wife's underwear!"

The guards who were driving the car were cursing and watching the carriage go away. As soon as they retracted their gaze, they saw the workshops that were brightly lit and hot, and the workers who were sweating heavily (actually sweating) inside. They looked at each other and immediately became awe-inspiring.

"It's already this time, I'm still working so hard!" The young security guard was shocked.

"Everyone is a cultural person, so we can only deliver goods and work hard." Another older security guard replied.

"By the way, brother, I just saw the magician master running back on a flying beast in the east of the city. That was so miserable! I heard that the front-line Master Mencius was also defeated, and hundreds of thousands of people were killed. That was so miserable!"

"That's all your business? Drive your car well, you can't get things delivered. Before the men in the Blue Palace are killed by Mr. Beren Custer, you will kill them."

"But, but... brother, Mr. Berencaster will come sooner or later! Our side..."

"The captain has already thought about it. At that time, we will hang the rose flag and white flag at the gate of our camp. They are all old neighbors in Elichar. Even if Master Berencaster has the final say in the future, won't we need to maintain public order?"

What Mr. Soltino said is indeed correct. Glory and dreams, the future of the country and the world is destined to be out of reach with the hard-working people struggling with death. At least, it has nothing to do with the guards who give food to the slums. If you change your master, you can still be a hawk in the court and continue to live like a dog.

This is true for them, of course, for ordinary citizens, and even more so for the untouchables in the slums.

At least, it was like this before today.

The cart drove very quickly to the Third Municipal Square in Dongcheng District, which was also the center of the slums. The rations of the residents here were distributed here. In addition to them, ten big carts also arrived, forming a circle and forming a temporary camp.

When the captain of the guard saw them arrive, he cursed and blamed them a few times, then took out a whistle and blew it hard.

The young guard looked at the sky and confirmed that there were at least several hours before Tianming.

"Why should I send food at this time? Add midnight snacks to the slums. When did the men in the Blue Palace be so conscientious?" he asked.

"Have you been drained by the girl who is doing business in the sewer? Including ours, all the food in the slums for a month."

"This, this is too much, right? This is to starve everyone here to death!" The young man gasped, thinking that if the man was so terrified, he would be so scary when he was cruel?

At this time, the captain of the guard blew several whistles, but no one appeared. He suddenly became angry and shouted loudly: "Come out quickly, you cockroaches and rats in the gutter that cannot be killed! Hurry up and roll back to the sewer with your feed, don't delay your Master Baiyi waiting for a long time! Did you hear it? Give it to me quickly..."

Master Bai Yi swallowed his throat afterwards, and his head was blown by a sudden cold arrow. The chubby guard captain smashed the cart, knocking the disrepaired stone slab, and then he died of breath.

The guards were stunned on the spot. Although they claimed to be part of the army, they lacked training and actual combat. In fact, they had never seen any major blood type scenes, and they had never seen many dead people. For a moment, their minds went blank. After a long time, a relatively alert person jumped up and rushed to get the weapons.

However, it was too late at this time. I don’t know when hundreds of people had emerged from the dark alleyways and surrounded them. These people were dressed in tattered clothes, pale and thin, and they were holding simple wooden sticks, hammers, kitchen knives, and pans. Only a few people had decent weapons. To put it bluntly, they were the residents of the slums, the lowest end of the chain of despised in the city of Elichar. The only target for them, the little people like dogs, could be condescending.

However, even though they were clearly lingering as rats and cockroaches in the gutter, they were now all red eyes and gritting their teeth, exuding a slight trembling that made the guards present troop.

"Wait!" The older and only guard who drew his sword shouted at the crowd: "Taran, I know you are here. We are all neighbors for decades, and you really want to do this?"

A few seconds later, Taran, dressed in leather armor, carrying a machete and dressed in an old mercenary, walked out of the crowd and replied, "We have done this."

"Okay, I understand... I believe you are a good person." The old guard nodded, picked up a stone from the ground, and directly shot it on his forehead. Then he fainted immediately.

The frightened guards woke up as if they were dreaming, threw the weapons in their hands all over the floor, and squatted down to express their surrender.

"It's also a smart person!" Taran nodded in recognition, then raised his sword and shouted to his confidants: "Tell everyone, we want to fight with the men! Kill the traitors, prepare wine, open the city gate to welcome Lu... Well, welcome Lu King! When Lu King comes, he won't pay food! Eat his mother, drink her mother, and eat enough with Lu King!"

"Welcome King Lu! Welcome King Lu! When King Lu comes, he will not pay food!"

"Welcome King Lu! Welcome King Lu! Open the city gate to welcome King Lu!"

Therefore, at 3:00 a.m. on this day, the Elichar citizen uprising, which was called "the day of people's awakening" by later historians, broke out.
Chapter completed!