Chapter 499 Rolands Riddle Kingdom: The Captains Foreshadowing
Griffith serves as the commander of two opposing armies at the same time, and even his troops may jump left and right between the two armies.
According to the Confederacy's plan, the First Front Army commanded by Griffith, who went by the pseudonym "Blood Lord", will expand to 15,000 to 20,000 people in a short period of time. He is also one of the commanders of all the armies in the Verona area.
First, make collective decisions with the newly joined Xia Boyang. Xia Boyang's soldiers, those who were not preserved during the split, were familiar with gunpowder weapons and new tactics, and were incompatible with Beyelan, so they were potential soldiers.
However, Griffith had just led his men to crush these rebels and captured them. It was undoubtedly very difficult for them to fight hard.
To collect prisoners and fight, you need to rely on discipline, whips and gallows, and use the most brutal means to force them to die.
"Transformation? Transformation?"
Griffith couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. This sounds reminiscent of confessional agents, hypnosis and brainwashing, which is more cruel than a whip.
"Please don't get me wrong, the main way we work is to study and educate," Negri explained. "The rebels you are fighting broke away from Xia Boyang's leadership and committed many plundering crimes during the march.
By the time you hit them hard, their spirit and will have collapsed.
"Our job is to integrate them into a determined team and reshape the core of these warriors.
"Comrade Xia Boyang is forming the Verona Second Front based on the troops who follow him. With him cooperating with my work, we are confident that we can win over most of them."
"I wish you good luck." Griffith nodded.
He will not refuse these brave warriors.
The price will be paid. A larger-scale war is imminent. The enemies are Commodus and the knights, Aaron and the wizards, and Tarkin and the elves of Canaan. If they are not killed all, Galadia will be in danger at all times.
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Their strength is very strong, and their will is even more determined. You may not like them, but you cannot deny that they are great warriors. In order for the wishing vessel to bring about the miracle of saving the world, these people must fight to the end. There is no reason to say.
Then, we can only let Griffith come to the army in person to reason with them.
"Specifically, what are you going to do?"
"Please come with me!" Negri suddenly became interested, "Roland said that you must see our ideological work! Let's go by carriage."
Speaking of this, Negri suddenly remembered something, took out a novel from his pocket and handed it over, "Roland also specially reminded me to give this to you. It is his proud work, so you must not miss it."
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Griffith loved reading novels. This good habit was supported by Fiona and carried forward in Homemonworth.
The novel Negri handed over was a new book highly recommended by Fiona - "The Riddle Kingdom of the Unspeakable: Death's Note", and it also had Roland's autograph on it.
"To my best friend Griffith!
"Your old friend Roland."
Griffith flipped through it curiously. He had read half of this novel in the library of Homemon Watts. It was a series of thrilling riddle stories from the kingdom of riddles that didn’t speak well:
A young man received a gift from the God of Death, a notebook. Writing someone's name in the notebook will kill him. This sealed object is extremely powerful and can even write the cause and time of death.
The person whose name is given is irresistible.
The young man became the representative of the God of Death. He believed that all the villains would be wiped out in his writings, and this filthy world would be rectified, and he himself... would become the god of the new world.
"The God of the New World, well, Naila must have read this novel."
Griffith sighed for Neferty in his heart. What should this poor girl do? He looked up at Negri again and said, "Tell me about your ideological work."
"Hmm..." The political commissar thought for a while, "That's fine, but Roland reminds me that you must read his masterpiece carefully! This is the latest serialization!"
Ah, this... is the novel more important than military affairs? Griffith had nothing to say and could only read it quickly.
The young man's behavior was finally discovered. Although he acted very carefully, the hidden and powerful guardian of the world order still noticed his clues and closed the net little by little.
It's only a matter of time before the young man's secret is exposed.
At this time, he made a decision...
The young man gave up the ownership of the sealed object and asked the God of Death to erase his memory. This was not difficult. Thanks to this decisive action, the encircled order guardians eliminated the young man's suspicion after careful investigation, and even
He also invited him to join us in searching for Death's agent in the world.
However, what the guardians of order did not expect was...
While giving up the sealed artifact, the young man had already completed the layout. Although he lost his memory, as the investigation deepened, he, as a part of the world order, got closer and closer to his own notes.
Finally, the moment he touched the note again, the young man regained his power.
This time, the hidden guardians of order are nowhere to be seen. Young people are among them, understanding their power and knowing their mystery.
Nice story!
The layout is exquisite and the plot has ups and downs, which is really fascinating.
What would I do if I had such a notebook and was chased by the guardian of the world? How would I hide my notebook... Griffith put himself into the role of the protagonist of the riddle story and began to think about it.
"We are here, Comrade Commander,"
After a while, they came to a camp, where many immigrants and prisoners were sent in batches and placed separately.
Desai was leading a small group of soldiers to supervise the prisoners. When he saw his commander arriving, he immediately ran over, stood at attention, and beat his chest with his right hand: "Victory to Beyelan!"
"Victory goes to Beyelan," the new flag captain raised his arm, "How is the situation here? Are the prisoners behaved?"
Griffith looked around and saw only a few scattered sesame seeds. The dark crowd did not go to bed and sat in a big circle in the middle of the camp.
"Why are you so lax? Where is Paxiu?"
"Uh, ugh..." Desai was speechless.
There were not many guards, and many actually sat with the prisoners. The soldiers carried rifles, and the prisoners took corn, potatoes and other food to eat. They sat on the ground one by one. A temporary stage was set up in the open space, and everyone looked there.
With smiles on their faces, everyone was clearly fascinated by what he heard.
Lanzada, the little girl who was chopped off her horse just a few days ago, was actually telling everyone jokes on the stage.
"One day, the farmer caught a fish in the river.
"According to the rules, everything here belongs to the lord. However, he can hide it and eat the fish himself.
"The farmer came home excitedly and said to his wife: 'We can eat fried fish!'
"My wife said: 'But we don't have oil!'
"'Then cook the fish!'
"'The pot was taken away by the lord, for fear that we might melt it and make knives.'
"'Then grilled fish!'
"'All the wood in the forest belongs to the master!'
"The farmer threw the fish into the river angrily. The fish splashed, jumped up from the river, and shouted: 'Long live the lord!'"
The square was quiet.
Lansada... Griffith wanted to cover his face for this rather cold joke. Suddenly, he heard a loud noise like thunder.
"Hahahaha!" Everyone laughed, some excitedly slapped their thighs and laughed wildly, and some rolled on the floor with tears gushing out.
"Pfft -" Desai couldn't hold it back and laughed out loud. He immediately realized the commander's gaze and hurriedly swallowed back his laughter and puffed up his chest.
The beautiful novice nun lifted up her skirt slightly and curtsied to everyone who was laughing.
"Next, please watch the play——
"shepherdess."
Everyone applauded loudly.
Is Co-writer Lanzada here to warm up the scene... Griffith glanced at Negri.
"How did you convince my people to do this?"
"Keep watching, keep watching!" Comrade Political Commissar whispered, "Our troupe tours various places, but the actors mainly rely on everyone's own initiative."
The actors are all spontaneous? Ah? Then you still need your troupe? Griffith found it baffling.
Three actors appeared on the stage. Lanzada changed out of her skirt and put on the outfit of a lord, and also put on a wig, which was unrecognizable unless you looked carefully.
Paxiu dressed up as an old farmer, old and hunchbacked.
The third person was a girl. Griffith stared at it for a while and suddenly realized that it was Loper.
After most of the Gulam soldiers, those mutated young soldiers and hybrid experimental subjects, were wiped out on the battlefield, Griffith actually did not expect such die-hard elements to join his side.
Tonight, Griffith met Loper again. This little girl was captured alive by Griffith himself. Her fighting form was that of a seductive harpy, but she was usually a thin shepherdess, only twelve or thirteen years old at most.
Loper was wearing a shepherdess's coarse cloth skirt. Her face was pale and she looked malnourished.
"It's the night of the Frost Festival...the shepherdess is looking forward to daddy coming home."
The story of the play is about Ellie, a shepherdess from a poor family, who is anxiously looking forward to her father, who is hiding from debts, to come home soon and have a happy holiday.
"Dad went out to avoid paying bills, but he didn't pay back day and night.
"The wind blows the snowflakes outside the door, the wind blows at the door and the door opens by itself.
"I hope daddy will come home soon, one foot in the door, one foot in the door~
"I hope that my father will be anxious, and he will be happy when he comes back. When he brings back bread, he will celebrate the festival happily, and he will celebrate the festival happily!"
After her father came back, Ellie happily took the black bread brought by her father, asked her father to tie her with a red headband, and happily prayed to the gods to "tell the master who wants the debt not to come."
The girl was like a lark, chattering about village affairs and interrupting her father's talk about her marriage.
"Ellie Ellie don't be loud.
"We owe the master a penny in rent, and we still have unpaid debts."
Dad looked around cringingly, his tone anxious and worried.
This is obviously a poor man hiding his debt.
"The wind and snow are all white for ten miles. I have been hiding from debts for seven days and come home. I hope to survive this ordeal. I will suffer from cold and hunger. I endure it..."
While dad was talking, there was a sudden sound. The lord came.
"Hey, where's dinner?"
Dad was so shocked that he fell to the ground:
"Master, master, please let us go. I really can't afford it!"
"Hey, old man. You are celebrating the festival, and I am celebrating the festival too. It's more difficult for you than for me to make things difficult for you. This account must be settled now."
Dad knelt down and begged loudly: "I really have no money!"
The master kicked him over and reached out to catch Ellie:
"No money? If you don't have money, just use Ellie to cover it..."
"stop!"
Someone suddenly jumped out of the audience, grabbed a stone and threw it at Lanzada, who was playing the role of the master. With a "bang", she staggered on the stage.
"Oh, stop it!"
Some people rushed to pull it, but more people jumped up, grabbed the corn and potatoes in their hands, and smashed it over.
"Let her go!"
"Let her go!"
In an instant, there was a roar of mountains and tsunamis, and Lansada screamed and fled backstage. The audience became commotion, and the camp was about to lose control.
Prepare to suppress... Griffith was shocked and was about to give the order when he suddenly saw Negri waving his hand.
A powerful roar rang out from the rioting crowd.
"Hit the nobles!"
One person shouted, and dozens of people also shouted:
"Down with the nobles! Down with the wizards!"
Hundreds of thousands of people shouted loudly, the momentum was like a tide, and they collapsed with all their strength:
"Go to Oldtown!
"Down with Beyelan!"
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"I have already done Loper's work, and with the help of Xia Boyang, she was one of the first batch of people to volunteer to join us." Negri brought Griffith to the backstage to meet with the cast. "What happened just now happens often, don't be nervous
.Sometimes the lord was kicked out as soon as he opened his mouth."
Griffith responded dully.
He saw that Lanzada's head was wrapped in gauze, but she ran towards him happily.
"Well done!" Griffith praised, "The effect is extraordinary."
Lanzada, if you run slowly, you will be killed...
"Thank you, captain!" Lanzada and Paxiu shouted happily, while Desai stood aside and glared at Paxiu.
Loper, who played the role of the shepherdess, stared at Griffith coldly and said nothing.
"Hello, little girl." Griffith nodded to the shepherdess.
"Good evening, butcher," the shepherdess muttered, "for the sake of the political commissar, we have a temporary truce."
"Hahaha!" Werner hurriedly covered the girl's threat with laughter, rummaged through his pocket, took a biscuit to her, and winked at Griffith:
"She still needs time."
As long as you can fight... Griffith thought as he looked at the girl.
His enemies are either gods who can melt the earth and shatter hills with one strike, or giant dragons that soar into the sky and spit out flames, or hundreds of thousands of warriors wearing heavy armor and thousands of extraordinary beings.
Even if a mortal army, with guns, cannons and a few mutants, could threaten these powerful beings, it would still have to use several times as many corpses to pave the way.
The little girl hurriedly grabbed it and took a big bite.
“The biscuits are so delicious~”
What Loper eats is the kind of high-calorie food in the army, which is made from high-calorie substances such as olive oil, honey, sesame, and dates, and then dried and sliced. It is suitable for consumption in the field. Looking at her, even poor people cannot eat it.
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"When we win, we can eat biscuits every day," Negri said.