Chapter 2261 Miscellaneous General!
Extreme Heaven Realm, Heavenly Extreme Star.
imperial capital.
At this moment, the situation in the center of the star sea and the star field in the heart of the True Human Empire is like a frozen river in early spring and February. Although there has long been an undercurrent under the ice layer, from the shore, it is still a deathly silence shrouded in ice and mist. All the small fish and shrimp were firmly sealed in the ice layer, and there was no sign of melting ice and snow.
The rebels loyal to the reformist faction did not attack the imperial capital on a large scale as the intelligence said. Instead, they played a trick to divert the tiger away from the mountain, attacking the west, and aggressively entered the hinterland of the Li family.
But the Gu Yu world is too sensitive after all. The Li family blocked all news, declaring that they must first mobilize elites to deal with the rebels by themselves. Watch from the sidelines.
What's more, the elusiveness and vigorous actions of the rebels really left a deep impression on the four major elector families. The small-scale riots and various rumors in the imperial capital have never stopped. Who knows if this is a strategy of the rebels? If everyone relaxes their vigilance against the imperial capital, what big moves will the rebels make in the imperial capital.
Therefore, the elite of the four major elector families are still stationed in the imperial capital, and only the Li family has slightly withdrawn some of the main force.
Thinking about it in the dark, the other three families might not be secretly laughing. It would be best if the rebels could stir up chaos among the internal organs of the Li family. Woolen cloth!
Over time, the paper will definitely not be able to contain the fire.
But within three to five days, the situation remained delicately balanced or even static.
On the other hand, the empire of real humans is too big, so that the consequences of any serious disturbance can hardly affect every corner in an instant.
The empire is like a dinosaur hundreds of kilometers long. Even if the tail is on fire and the nerve endings send out pain signals, it still takes a long time to reach the brain. Even the entire tail is burned, and every cell in the body may not be able to perceive it. arrive.
Even more so for the bacteria and gnats that lived in the folds of the empire's super-dinosaur.
No matter how the upper echelon turns upside down, how it plots, how it innovates, how it proclaims empire, victory, human civilization and other impassioned and hype-filled words, for these bacteria and bugs, the most important issue is still how to pay for it. Yesterday's bills and today's food, so that I and my family may struggle to survive.
The main continent where the Imperial Palace and the Senate are located, the Black Star Continent, the underground city, and the thirty-sixth district.
It is absolutely correct to use "folds" to describe the dark corners that cannot be illuminated by the glory of the empire.
Because the canyons that were torn apart by the fierce battle between the former emperor and the Blood God Son were long, narrow and deep, mixed with fish and dragons, and full of smoky air. They really looked like criss-cross folds full of dirt and dirt, all over the body of a huge beast.
Every fold is a large area, with a section from several thousand meters to ten thousand meters from top to bottom, with millions or even tens of millions of people living there, more than a megacity in the outer world.
During the day, these "folds" release smoke and steam to the ground, and at night, a hazy, dim glow emerges like flashes of smoke.
This is the only sign that the ant clan, which lives in the depths of the dark folds all day long, shows its existence and is still alive.
The Thirty-sixth District is a district that is relatively close to the Imperial Palace and the Senate, and belongs to the "Place of the Best", with relatively good security and environment.
The area one or two hundred meters underground is still in the superficial area that "has a chance to be exposed to the sun at noon", which is considered a "noble area" in terms of the entire underground city system.
There are mainly two types of people who have the qualifications and financial resources to live in this area.
One category is the outstanding ones among the original people, often the foremen of underground factories, the very few lucky ones who have succeeded in starting a business, and the family members of immortal cultivators or high-level dog legs.
The other category is the losers among real immortal cultivators, bankrupts who have nowhere to go, and trash who have gone mad and suffered serious injuries.
In the world of cultivating immortals who regards "the strong prey on the weak and the winner takes all" as the truth, the competition for survival is extremely cruel. This cruelty is not only reflected in the oppression of "real people" by "real people", but also in the life and death of immortal cultivators. In a merciless struggle.
If you want to win, you have to do everything you can to cultivate to a higher level; regardless of your own situation, rushing to a higher level crazily, resulting in a very high chance of going crazy and breaking your Dao heart; Failure in competition, injury, serious illness, and even slow aging under the constraints of the laws of nature are many reasons that lead to the bottom of the realm and become waste. When there is no value for use, the end is often extremely miserable.
As the saying goes, "Once a master succeeds, ten thousand bones die", when one immortal cultivator soars to the sky, there may be ninety-nine immortal cultivators falling into the abyss, especially for the fighting immortal cultivators who lick blood at the edge of their swords.
Because of their professional characteristics, their chances of being seriously injured and going crazy are many times higher than other immortal cultivators, and fighting all day long will inevitably leave many hidden dangers to their bodies, and they may also form many immortal enemies.
When the spring and autumn are at their peak, when the vitality is high, and when the cultivation is at the peak, it is natural to be able to drink in the forest, domineering, and majestic. But in case of illness, injury, aging, or madness, if you have not trained a few powerful successors on weekdays, and you have no savings, It is very easy to fall from the peak to the bottom, and fall to pieces.
Losing their names and wandering into the underground world has almost become their only way out.
It is not uncommon for a once powerful and powerful person to become a thug, mercenary, killer, or the lowest level gladiator in the underground arena under poverty and desperation.
Overdrawing life, burning the soul, squeezing the last drop of blood and sweat in exchange for a few imperial crystal coins, which are immediately exchanged for ultra-high-strength medical and pain-relieving potions, and even stimulant potions with extremely strong paralyzing and hallucinogenic effects, I can't wait to inject it into the deformed and swollen blood vessels, and I fall in a dark and damp corner, dreaming of making a comeback in my grotesque dreams, and my body gradually becomes cold and stiff. This is the sad and inevitable end of many immortal cultivators.
From a certain point of view, these cultivators are even worse than ordinary people.
Ordinary people can go to work in sweatshops, and they can survive as long as they have a bit of chewy synthetic food. If there are a few slices of "ham slices" pressed from fat in the porridge, it will be considered a delicacy.
But immortal cultivators, even those who are old, weak, and suffering from internal injuries, will never be embarrassed to work with "original people" and become ordinary components on the assembly line.
What's more, the little money in exchange for their work is not enough to fill their bottomless stomachs, let alone the astronomical medical expenses.
Once he cultivates immortality, he embarks on a road of no return full of thorns. He can only go forward bravely until he is destroyed, but he can never turn back, and he is no longer an ordinary person.
The thirty-sixth district is full of these downcast immortal cultivators who are not human, ghosts or ghosts. They are wastes that no sect, power, group and family are willing to take in.
In the past six months, the amount of such waste has increased tenfold, making the already crowded underground world even more noisy and chaotic.
These frustrated people who have recently fallen to the ground are the officers of all levels eliminated by the expeditionary army, mainly generals and school-level officers in the miscellaneous army who have been seriously injured, their cultivation base has plummeted, and they have wiped out the troops, and they are all polished commanders.
Thirty years ago, the Empire decided to launch the largest strategic counter-offensive in the past 500 years. Therefore, it implemented an unprecedented nationwide mobilization to massively expand its military. Even the outlying world's miscellaneous armies with too powerful fleets were not allowed in the past, and they all got the promise of the central government. , It swelled up greatly as if it had been blown enough.
In order to lure these miscellaneous country bumpkin immortal cultivators to work for the empire, or in other words, go out of the fire for the four major elector families, in addition to various military aids, military ranks, designations, medals, and titles are flying all over the sky. go out.
Hundreds of years ago, the empire was quite strict in the evaluation of military ranks and titles. In the absence of large-scale wars for hundreds of years, there were really strong Nascent Souls who spent their entire lives, and they were judged as major generals and lieutenant generals only when they were old. occur.
But this time, it can be said that "all the mud and rocks are falling, and the chickens and dogs are rising to the sky". As long as any Jindan strongman in the outer world can pull up a team, even a semi-armed transport fleet converted from a civilian transport ship, he can also compete with the "Major General Warfare" Commander, Lord of the Empire" and other majestic hats, regardless of whether his head is that big or not.
This kind of person is called "Miscellaneous General" in the upper class circle of the imperial capital, and they are all jokes that are not worth mentioning.
But there are really many ignorant cultivators from the outer world, or ambitious guys who want to put all their eggs in one basket and fight for wealth and wealth. They wear the hats of "colonel chief of staff, major general commander" and bring their hometown sons They, bite the bullet, rushed to the front line screaming.
How could these guys with well-developed limbs and simple minds be the opponents of the old and cunning people of the four major elector families? They were easily manipulated into applause and reduced to pawns and cannon fodder for others.
Among them, luck is better. Being dispatched to the third war zone under the command of "God of War" Lei Chenghu, he may be able to save his troops and his head. Even if he dies, it will be considered a worthy and vigorous death.
But more "miscellaneous generals" were really sold out and had to count the money. They didn't even know how they died. Within a few years, all the troops brought to the front line were wiped out, and they were all on the battlefield He worked hard, suffered serious injuries, his realm plummeted, and even lost his arms and legs. His dantian and spiritual root were all burnt up.
What they get in exchange is either a few jingling medals, or "a higher title, a higher rank", or all kinds of empty promises, such as "final victory", what kind of reward must be given, where Everywhere is fiefdom and the like.
As for what "final victory" is, I'm sorry, but the final interpretation is firmly in the hands of the four elector families behind His Majesty. (.)