In the afternoon at the end of August, the city of Arkadelin swept away the heat of many days and started to rain...
The raindrops fell from the sky and made a splashing sound when they hit the ground, bringing a rare coolness to Akkadelin in the hot summer.
The rain wet the leaves, washed away the dust, and the scenery in front of me became clear. The slightly cold and damp air also seemed particularly fresh.
Batusta, the former rebel liaison officer who had a spiritual flash, appeared in a luxurious rooftop greenhouse in the city of Arkadelin.
This greenhouse is a huge undertaking, made entirely of steel and glass, covering the entire roof.
Looking at the huge glass that was as clear as crystal, Battusta couldn't help but smiled bitterly and shook his head: Although he was accustomed to the luxury of the spiritual nobles these days, a greenhouse made entirely of glass was still beyond the imagination.
captured his imagination.
But I have to admit that this greenhouse made of glass is indeed exquisite and translucent.
Standing under the eaves of the greenhouse, watching the water line falling in the sky, the raindrops hit the glass above Battusta's head, and then turned into messy water streaks and flowed down.
Standing in the greenhouse, overlooking the Arkadelin in the rain, it is even more interesting.
Not far away, the tall and majestic palace is like a silent giant, lying in the center of the city of Akkadelin. Surrounding it are criss-crossing streets with various houses lined up neatly.
Well-proportioned.
Pedestrians passed by in a hurry on the street, and occasionally there was the sound of horse-drawn carriages.
In the distance is the tall city wall. Over the city wall, looking far into the distance, you can vaguely see the green fields, forests, and villages scattered in the countryside outside the city...
The whole city is as intoxicating as a huge and magnificent oil painting.
"Huh~" A gust of cool wind blew in through the open doors and windows of the glass greenhouse, blowing a few wisps of cool rain onto his body. Not only did it not bring any chill, but it made him feel more comfortable, and he couldn't help but feel deeply.
Take a deep breath.
At this time, I heard the sound of paper rushing.
Only then did Battusta realize that he was here to visit General Mero.
He turned around, and sure enough, not far away, he saw General Melo packing a stack of newspapers on a rocking chair next to a pile of blooming flowers.
He immediately walked over and said: "I'm sorry, I have never seen the rain scene of Arkadelin, so I was distracted for a while. I'll leave the general waiting for a long time."
Melo didn't care and said with a smile: "I like to look at this city in the rain. Only at this moment do I feel that it is real."
Battusta smiled and nodded, suddenly thinking of his comrades in the far west and the difficult war years he had endured over the years.
In the past, when encountering this kind of weather, they would have been busy running around and marching hard on the muddy and slippery mountain roads, instead of standing under the glass roof like now, drinking Earl Gray tea and admiring the rainy scenery while expressing their emotions.
With this kind of decadent and fallen petty bourgeois feelings.
Battusta smiled bitterly and thought to himself: On a rainy day like this, I should be wading in muddy water, shirtless, sweating profusely, pushing a broken car that doesn't even have round wheels. And on that broken car, there are
A few bags of rice are about to go moldy, but it is extremely precious to the rebels...
Mero waved to him and said, "Please sit down."
Battusta came to the front, pressed his hands on the armrests, slowly sat on the exquisite wicker chair, and then let out a long sigh.
Melo glanced at him and asked in surprise: "Are you injured? Is it serious?"
Then I realized that I was asking too much. As a rebel army, I have to fight against the Lich Undead, the regular army of Lingshan, and even the local garrison. Which one is not experienced by me?
After a hundred battles, how could he crawl out from among the dead without any injuries?
Battusta smiled bitterly and said: "The injury is nothing. It's just that when it rains, these scars will itch like ant bites."
"I can recommend two doctors to you," Mello looked at him with admiration, and then said with concern: "Their skills are very good, especially in treating sword wounds, and they are recognized experts in the military.
"
Battusta said gratefully: "Then I'll let you worry about it."
Merlo took out a cigar from the dark wooden box on the glass coffee table, carefully cut off the tail, then handed it over and said with a smile: "Now, a piece of fairy grass rolled on the delicate thighs of girls,
It will make you forget these pains."
Batusta happily took the cigar, and then slowly roasted it on the blue flame of the alcohol lamp - although he had not been in contact with these nobles for a long time, under their corrosion, Batusta
It has also begun to deteriorate.
Under the blue flame was a transparent liquid in a small glass bottle, which reminded Battusta of the bad home-brewed wine he had drank.
When they were playing hide-and-seek with the armies of the Old Regime and the Dark Mages in the ravine, the most luxurious thing they enjoyed was just a mouthful of unpalatable local wine that was harsh to the throat.
Pure alcohol is an unimaginable luxury for him, but in Akadelin it is only used to light fires, and even ordinary citizens will not take a sip.
Not to mention the royal salute in a crystal bottle.
The mellow and charming taste made Battusta want to swallow the cup too.
Battusta suddenly laughed self-deprecatingly and thought to himself: Why am I so sentimental like a girl? This is not in line with my tall and mighty image.
He glanced at the pile of newspapers on the table and asked casually: "What does the newspaper say?"
Melo shrugged and said: "There is no news. Brad has blocked all topics related to Thunder Flash in these newspapers. I heard that his press consultant has just been dismissed."
Battusta said: "It can be seen that he was caught off guard by you."
With a proud smile on his face, Mero also lit a cigar, took a slow puff and said, "Have you thought about what you want to do in the future?"
Battusta shook his head and said: "The old man seems determined to come to Akadelin and engage in a parliamentary struggle with those people."
Mero exhaled a puff of smoke and said: "This is the best option at the moment. Even the undead tribe has been beaten away by humans. There is no way out to continue armed struggle, and humans will not allow it.
The ax of republicanism, to put it bluntly, depends on who can become the president and control the parliament.
The old man can exert his power better if he stays in the parliament, what about you?"
Mero poured purple-red liquid into the goblet, pushed it in front of Battusta, and said: "Do you want to join the army? The Free Army is now full of Caribbean people. We need to inject our own blood. With your ability
, it is certain that I will become the leader of the division in the future."
Battusta thought for a while, looked up out of the window, and said quietly: "I used to think about why I rebelled?
The old man is trying to establish his utopia, I am not that noble."
He smiled and continued: "I just rebelled because I couldn't bear it anymore. Do you know who I envied the most when I was a child? He was the long-term employee of the landlord in our village. Because he could have a large piece of black bread for every meal.
I never thought that I could live in a watertight house, sleep on a soft bed, smoke cigars, drink red wine, and sleep with beautiful women..."
Mello tilted his head and asked, "So?"
"So, no, thank you." Battusta shook his head and said, "I want to stay in Alkadelin, and I think Lorraine is also willing to give me a seat as a councillor."
Battusta never considered himself a noble person. He liked the life he was living now, enjoying cigars and fine wine. If he was asked to go into the ravine and fight with others, Battusta asked himself that he couldn't do it.
Even if he tucks his head in his waistband and fights for the rest of his life, he still won't be able to have a luxurious and comfortable life like Mero, so why bother working so hard on himself.
Mero shook his head slightly, feeling very sorry that Battusta had lost his fighting spirit - this man was a rare brave general.
Battusta drank all the red wine in his glass, hummed a vulgar country tune with a cigar in his mouth, turned around and walked out of the conservatory.
He didn't like Mello. He intuitively felt that Mello was too scheming and couldn't be dealt with. It was too tiring to work with such a person.
Moreover, Melo would do whatever it takes to win his victory. He would not hesitate to sell tens of thousands of his compatriots to the enemy. Although the official propaganda said that he was killing relatives out of justice. But if you think about it, if you were in that position, you would never be able to do such a ruthless thing.
Spicy things.
Although he has a good relationship with Melo now, Battusta keeps warning himself in his heart that it is better to stay away from this kind of person as soon as possible, because he might sell him out at some point.
Melo picked up the newspaper again and flipped through it absentmindedly. At this time, the servant led a middle-aged man in shabby clothes up and announced in a low voice: "Master, Harold, Mr. Crump is here."
Immediately, Kramp stepped forward and bowed to Merlot respectfully.
He was about forty or fifty years old, with a scholarly look on his face. His hair was disheveled, his clothes were half wet from the rain, and there were a few mud spots on his trousers. He obviously came in a hurry.
Melo pointed to the seat opposite him and said politely: "Please sit down."
Then he motioned to the servant to bring a glass of wine.
Kramp took it with fearful hands and sat on the wicker chair like a primary school student.
Melo pondered in his mind for a moment and said: "Mr. Crump."
Crump responded quickly: "Yes, sir."
Merlo held a cigar in his hand and said, "I know you are very popular among the young people in the downtown area."
Kramp was a little frightened and said cautiously: "That's what others are saying. In fact, I just teach them how to read for free and help them prescribe some medicine."
Melo waved his hand and said, "I want you to do something for me."
Crump's heart suddenly hit him.
He is just a small person, and a general with such power as General Mero actually wants to do something for him, so this matter is by no means a trivial matter.
He secretly glanced at Mello, and saw that he was blowing out a puff of cigarette leisurely. His entire face was hidden behind the blue smoke, and the expression on his face could not be clearly seen. But vaguely, he saw Mello's face.
A cold light flashed in his eyes.
Kramp couldn't help being frightened, lowered his head hurriedly, and said: "Sir, please tell me, as long as I can do it."
As a small person, he can refuse, but he absolutely cannot afford the consequences of refusal.
Melo coughed slightly, and then said: "I want you to organize young people to march in the streets."
Crump trembled in fright, spilled the wine in his hand, shook his head in horror, and said: "Sir, that will be beheading."
Melo raised his head and laughed loudly, saying: "That was the old government era, and the people of the republic had the right to demonstrate, and no one could take it away."
Kramp still shook his head desperately.
Mero curled his lips and thought to himself: Why are all the people I met today cowards?
Then he said: "And listen to me, the purpose of your march is to encourage the government to send troops to unify Leishan. I am not asking you to oppose the government or the president."
Kramp asked cautiously: "Just a thunder and flash? Is it that simple?"
Melo said angrily: "It's that simple, can you rest assured?"
Crump breathed a sigh of relief at the moment: Just like walking on the street and shouting long live President Brad and long live Lord Lowe, no one can find fault with this slogan. Who dares to stop it?
Lei Shan's spy, the traitor, the traitor hidden within Ling Shan.
General Mero continued: "Of course, the more people you mobilize, the richer the reward I will give you."
Crump thought for a moment and said: "Are there any unknown risks? I know politicians never like parades or anything like that."
Melo said impatiently: "Just go ahead and we will help you. The bigger you do this parade, the safer you will be. If you can mobilize everyone in the city, you will want to be a leader in the future."
It’s not impossible for the House of Representatives.”
Kramp's eyes heated up and he murmured: "Is it so good?"
Melo nodded and said: "The municipal government is planning to build four new schools in Xiacheng District. The director of the Culture and Education Department is a good friend of mine. You know, he won't come forward. If you do a good job, you will be the principal of one of the schools.
He is, even, the school superintendent of Xiacheng District."
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After Senator Erickson finished his breakfast, he sat in the living room and waited for a while, but still did not see his carriage appear. He raised his hand and looked at the watch on his wrist. The pointer had reached half past eight - his coachman was late.
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Just a few days ago, in order to show its authority and show the people that they were not just freeloaders, the parliament passed a resolution requiring centralized management of public buses. Unexpectedly, this problem occurred just two days after it was implemented.
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The little secretary was holding several document bags in her arms and was standing outside the foyer. She was so anxious that she was just stamping her feet. You know, there are still several bills that Congressman Ericson needs to attend today.
But even though he was anxious, he could not curse because the sponsor of this resolution was Congressman Erickson.
Just when the senator was waiting impatiently and was about to ask the servant to call a taxi, the taxi quickly drove into the courtyard gate and stopped at the foot of the steps.
The driver jumped out, wiped the sweat from his forehead, hurriedly opened the door and asked the senator to get in.
Senator Ericson scolded dissatisfiedly: "What happened? It's so late."
The driver was also sweating anxiously and said: "Sir, it's really not my fault. Someone went crazy today and paraded on the street. I don't know how many people there were and blocked several streets. I forced my way through.
of."
Erikson hesitated as he stepped on the pedal, turned around and asked, "Parade? What kind of parade is this? It's out of season. What kind of parade?"
The coachman said: "I heard their slogans, which are asking for thunder and lightning to unify the mainland or something like that."
Erikson was suddenly shocked and exclaimed: "Not good."
Then he jumped into the carriage and shouted nervously: "Go to the House~!"
The coachman heard something was wrong from the senator's tone. He closed the door and jumped into the driver's seat. He swung the reins and scolded, causing the two horses driving the car to snort and trot quickly.
When the carriage turned onto the main road, Senator Erikson discovered that it was too late. The street had been occupied by a dense crowd, and the whole street was covered with black heads.
Some in the crowd held high the flag of the Republic, while others held banners that read: "Bring freedom and democracy to the people of Leishan, or march into Leishan and unify the continent," while shouting slogans.
Looking at the direction they were heading, it was obvious that the palace was ahead.
Both sides of the street were lined with human soldiers maintaining order. They were laughing and watching the excitement, pointing fingers from time to time, as long as they ensured that there would be no vandalism, smashing, or robbery.
There are even several war fortresses suspended above the streets, monitoring the game teams from above.
Ericson patted the carriage anxiously, stuck his head out and shouted to the coachman: "Change the road, hurry up."
The driver hurriedly turned around and turned into an alley. However, after changing several directions, the street was filled with people from the parade. In the end, he had to make a long circle and drive in through the back door of the palace. By this time, it was already half past nine.
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As soon as Erikson got off the car, he heard shouts from the south. It seemed that the parade had arrived in the main square outside the palace, and soldiers from the Caribbean Division were running quickly into the palace to prevent any accidents.
Many members were coming out of the parliament building and heading towards the palace gate in the south. Erikson grabbed an acquaintance and asked, "What's going on? Why are everyone running out?"
The man said: "The president wants to address the people gathered in the square."
"I x~!" Erikson couldn't help but cursed fiercely and walked out with the crowd.
The senators climbed onto the palace wall, and the door was now lined with soldiers carrying rifles on their shoulders.
Ericson saw with his own eyes that the machine gun was hidden behind the parapet, with a magazine filled with bullets already inserted. He couldn't help but shudder. Although he knew that this was just for precaution, he couldn't help but feel this way.
My scalp feels numb.
Outside the palace gate, a group of armored orc grenadiers lined up in a five-level formation, surrounding the city in a semicircle, facing the crowd in the square, protecting the palace gate behind them, carrying thick sticks in their hands.
Just his fierce look and murderous eyes scared the people on the opposite side from getting close.
Erikson thought to himself: Lord Lorraine was really willing to spend money, and even photographed his own bodyguards.
This regiment of Orc grenadiers followed Lord Lorraine from Naian to Arkaderin and made great achievements in battle. They were regarded as Lord Lorraine's personal bodyguards. Apart from Lorraine and Leo, no one could command them.
to move them.
A group of workers were busy installing loudspeakers on the palace wall. A few minutes later, a piercing chirping sound came and the equipment was ready.
Then President Brad's rich voice came out, saying: "My dear brothers and sisters, I am your friend Brad." (To be continued.