Chapter 149 Seeds of Anger

Naturally, the Gray Army's efficiency will not be as slow as those old members of Congress, especially with Losa's personal attention. So within two days, the preparatory work for the big-character poster project has come to an end, and the next step is to see the actual results... At dawn, the night has not receded.

Tang En, Josiah and some young men and women stood in the shadows not far from the entrance of the station. These people were from the Propaganda Department and were now considered to be Josiah's subordinates. Among them was Colin, whom Tang En had played a prank on before.

"Tang, is this the sign of the gray space? Well... it's very domineering." Joshua pointed at Tang En's left chest and asked in surprise.

Tang En was now wearing black armor, with a skull symbol pierced by a dagger branded on the pointed position. When it comes to being domineering, it can barely be considered domineering, but it still gives people a more terrifying, dark, and bloody feeling... "Uh, yes." Tang En touched his nose, slightly embarrassed.

Printing a logo on the gray space is an idea that Tang En has had for a long time. It can serve as a symbol and unite people's hearts, just like the corporate culture in today's world. But what he thought at the time was to just print a dagger, but somehow little Carol knew about this. So she went to the blacksmith alone and found the old man who helped her make the sickle. She skillfully said that she would add a skull in Tang En's name, and it ended up like this... Thinking of this, Tang En couldn't help but curse. How could a little girl have such violent and bloody thoughts? Could it be that I taught her something bad? Uh, but that’s okay. If you brand a kitten or puppy, why don’t you go out to meet people in Gray Space? Josiah nodded, but didn’t say much about it. He was quite interested in it. With an expression on his face, he looked at the entrance of the station in the night: "Tang, can David and the others pass smoothly?"

What Tang En and the others are waiting for now are the members of Gray Space. After training all night last night, Tang En announced a mission to let them break through the station's defense early in the morning. If the guards are alerted during the journey, it will be considered a failure.

"It's hard to say, but there must be some who can pass." Tang En answered casually, then shrugged and wondered, "Didn't we agree to meet at six o'clock? Why are you here so early?"

"It's okay anyway... Well, actually I can't sleep because I'm too excited." Joshua stuck out his tongue, showing excitement, "The big-character poster plan has finally been implemented. I've been thinking about this all night..."

Since Tang En didn't want to be a hero, the big-character poster plan was naturally placed on Josiah's head. Losa promoted her position in the Propaganda Department for this reason. With such expectations, Josiah was of course nervous and excited at the same time. So, it’s not surprising that you suffer from insomnia.

"Don't worry, captain, I believe this plan will be successful." Colin on the side said with confidence.

"Well, I hope so." This matter was of great importance, and the always steadfast Josiah was a little concerned about gains and losses, and then he cheered up: "Brother Colin, I won't say anything anymore, you can just call me Josiah."

Colin was stunned for a moment, then spread his hands and said, "Okay, Joshua."

Tang En nodded: "You're right, Joshua, you're too nervous, relax. Well, when have my ideas ever failed?"

"Uh, shameless!" Even though he knew that Tang En was just comforting him, Joshua still felt relieved and said with a sweet smile.

The same comfort, but the effects of the two are far different... Colin's face turned gray and he sighed imperceptibly, but then his smile returned.

Tang En's habit of looking at faces and distinguishing colors has penetrated deep into his bones. He curled his lips when he saw this, secretly sighing that beauty is so powerful... During the chat, the people from the propaganda department were also secretly looking at Tang En. Now that his nickname of "Devil" has spread like wildfire in the garrison, the people in the Gray Army look at him a little strangely. After a brief contact, these people found that Tang En was quite easy to get along with, but the mark on his chest was a bit scary... After about ten minutes, Mi Xiuru appeared from behind like a ghost, called "Boss", and then stood in front of Tang En. After grace.

There is no doubt that among this group of new and old gray space members, Michu has the best lurking and hiding skills, and he was also the first to arrive here.

After some time, some old and new members appeared one after another. At the same time, there were commotions in the north and south of the station. Apparently some members were caught anyway.

Tang En frowned. He was undoubtedly dissatisfied with this result. The station sentry was unaware of this operation, so the chance of success was undoubtedly higher. But even so, some people still failed.

Half an hour later, the sky was still dark and no one came over at this time.

Tang En glanced behind him and his face turned darker. So far, a total of thirty-one people have arrived as required, including twelve veteran team members. That means ten people were discovered.

This result shocked the Propaganda Department personnel standing on the side. Is the defense of the station so vulnerable? In this short period of time, more than thirty people lurked in!

Of course, this is undoubtedly a shame for Tang En. He now wonders if all these days of training have been in vain... Suddenly he raised his eyebrows, and he was shocked to find that David was not here either. You must know that he is the only one among all the old team members. None came.

"David broke through from the south." Michu instantly understood Tang En's thoughts, took a step forward and whispered, "Brother Frey seems to be guarding that side today."

"..." Tang En opened his mouth and was speechless. In this case, it makes sense. Not to mention Frey's own peak strength as an intermediate warrior, but also his group of old brothers and the well-trained spear breaking team, it would be a disaster for David and the others.

"You will pick them up later, plus ten kilograms for all unapproved heavy-duty backpacks." Tang En looked calm and continued, "By the way, remind the camp guards to make up for this defense loophole."

Although there are objective reasons, failure is failure, and there must still be necessary punishment.

This...isn't this enough? The people in the Propaganda Department looked at each other, a little confused.

"Yes!" Mi Xiu responded.

Tang En nodded, turned around and said to Joshua and the others who had a dull expression: "Let's go, let's set off now!"

"Uh, oh..."

……This big-character poster project is only a pilot implementation, and the target chosen is an unknown village ten miles away from here.

Everyone was excited at this time, and their speed was also much faster. When they arrived at the outskirts of the village, the sky finally saw a glimmer of light.

In this season, people in the village naturally did not wake up. The occasional calls of poultry accentuate the tranquility here.

"Wait a moment!" Tang En said, floating into the village. There are only about a hundred households here, so the scale is not large.

After walking around for a while, Tang En quietly knocked out a dozen watchdogs. His coming with Josiah this time was arranged by Losa. His main task was to clear obstacles and ensure the safety of personnel.

After Tang En was done, Joshua and the others entered quietly. Spread out the roll paper, select the wall, and paste it... After a few minutes, everyone quickly evacuated, leaving behind a dozen pieces of drawing paper stuck to the flat outer wall.

"Hoo Chi, Hoo Chi..." Josiah's face turned red, and she didn't dare to take a deep breath until she reached the outside of the village.

Tang En was surprised: "What's wrong?" It only took a few minutes, and it was just a few stickers. Why does Joshua look more tired than he did after running ten miles just now?

After breathing calmly for a while, Joshua bit his lip: "Don, why do I feel like we are committing thieves?"

"Uh..." Tang En said dumbfounded: "Why do you think so? We didn't steal anything."

"It just feels weird..."

Josiah and the others were only doing a preliminary trial this time, so they needed to paste it secretly to observe the real reactions of civilians. If possible, there would be no need to be so obscene in the future.

After doing all this, the next step is to wait. However, Josiah and the others were not idle either. Several of them put on the hunter uniforms that had been prepared in advance and so on. They observed the reaction and naturally wanted to sneak in.

Tang En is an expert on this, and he had already pointed out a few people who were going in when he came. Besides, they don't need any perfect disguises, as long as they can pretend to be hunters passing by or civilians from the next village.

No matter where in the world, civilians, or people at the bottom of society, are the most hard-working group.

Soon, a peasant woman who got up early to fetch water opened the door, and within a few steps she discovered the propaganda paper on the wall of her house. Her surprise could clearly be seen from her open mouth. After she turned her head and looked around, she realized that the same was true for more than a dozen households around her.

The peasant woman immediately turned around and entered the house. After a while, she walked out with a strong man.

Gradually, the village began to become lively. Every household opened the door, stared blankly at the paintings on the walls of their own or other houses, and kept whispering to each other. There were a few busybodies who kept running around, trying to read all the promotional papers.

"Okay, let's go in!" Tang En walked out of the hiding place first and walked towards the entrance of the village. Josiah and a few people in costume followed him immediately.

Normally, foreigners like them would naturally receive attention, and the closed mountain village would be very interested in any fresh face. But now everyone's attention is almost all on the wallpaper, so Tang En and others who entered dispersedly did not receive much attention.

The promotional paper posted this time contains both text and cartoons. It can be clearly seen that more people gathered in front of the cartoons.

"Hey, who posted this?"

"Maybe it's some kid's prank. I think it's the son of a bitch from the old Parker family..."

"Uh, what does that mean?"

"Can't you understand? Isn't this painting very clear? Tsk tsk, that fat-headed and big-eared guy really does look like our Master Bai!"

"Haha, don't tell me, it's really similar!"

...The fat head and big ears are the image of an aristocrat, not to mention ugly, and this is indeed the case for most aristocrats.

Nobles all have their own fiefdoms, which is a major source of their economy. There is no doubt that Master Nabai is the owner of this village. Judging from the control of this barren mountainous place, Master Bai is naturally not a great nobleman. In fact, he is probably just a lord or knight without a title.

After laughing at the nobles, the common people also understood the meaning of this simple painting.

"The ones with yellow faces and muscles are not us, these damn greedy masters."

"Yes, sucking our flesh and blood dry will fill their belly!"

"It looks like a toad..."

"Children, go away...have you heard that we have to pay more flour this month, which simply doesn't give us a way to survive!"

As if a string in their hearts had been touched, the villagers gathered in front of the pieces of drawing paper, and everyone was excited.

The naughty child who was pushed out looked annoyed, then rolled his eyes, ran a few steps and picked up a small yellow stone from the ground, then turned around and squeezed into the crowd.

With everyone watching, the child raised a stone and wrote the word "Bayi" crookedly on the noble's belly.

"Uh...haha..."

The villagers laughed even more happily, turning all the hatred they had gathered before into this unscrupulous ridicule.

The child was encouraged and became even more energetic. He immediately ran to other wallpapers and repeated his actions. Wherever he went, bursts of laughter were naturally caused...Twain and Joshua on the periphery looked at each other and smiled, and then followed the flow of people. Look at the drawing paper.

The last one posted at the west end of the village is not a painting, but densely packed small characters.

"Who knows how to read... where is the old village chief? Invite the old village chief."

At this time, the villagers were completely interested. They knew that the person written on it was probably the person who posted the picture.

After a while, an old man with a gray beard was helped out. Everyone consciously gave way. People always feel awe or admiration for things they don't know, so everyone respected the old village chief who was the most literate in the village.

The old man looked up and down, probably because his eyes were dim, so he was moving slowly. Although everyone looked anxious, they did not rush him.

Finally, "Ahem, this is written by the Gray Army!" The old man revealed the owner of these wallpapers.

"Gray Army?"

"No wonder, my uncle's aunt's... children have joined the Gray Army. I heard that this is a team that has our best interests in mind."

"I've heard about it too..."

"Okay, just be quiet and wait until the old village chief finishes reading."

Naturally, Bran officials will not come here to promote the Gray Army as thugs and bandits, so the people here have a good impression of the Gray Army.

"My name is Barr, and I used to be from Yeshi Village. But the village is gone now, and I am the only one who survived... A few years ago, the master's children trampled to death the granddaughter of my neighbor Paul, old Paul, on horseback. The horse wanted a leg... That night, the soldiers from the master's family came. Without further explanation, they sealed off the village and began to massacre..."

What is on this promotional paper is not a slogan, but a true story of a young man named Bal. This was the idea Luo Sha came up with after being inspired by Tang En.

To an illiterate populace, slogans ring hollow, which are never more powerful than a true tragic story. In the Gray Army, there are many stories like this... As the old man chanted slowly, the villagers seemed to see the village burned to ashes, the poor people who died tragically, and a young man who was lucky enough to escape. He roared up to the sky and swore that there was God must kill that damn master... "...I can swear to the God of Light that what I said is true. The address of the ruins of Yeshi Village is... Gray Army Soldier Baal! Well, that's all I can write."

......... There was a brief silence, and the wind and thunder gathered.

"Kill that damn bastard!"

"Kill all those greedy masters!"

"Support the Gray Army!"

... All kinds of high-pitched yells and curses sounded instantly, and then became louder and echoed over the village.

Anger is just an emotion, but when released it becomes a force.

No one knows how long the anger of these villagers will last. Maybe they will slowly forget it in a few days, or they may obediently pay the increasingly stringent taxes. But as long as the seeds are buried, they will eventually pierce the thick earth and spit out new green shoots!