Chapter 51 Apocalypse Fortress

The Western Continent, the Canghong Empire (formerly the Green Empire).

From the cold leaves in the north to the Wanghai Territory in the south, thousands of cities and towns within the empire's territory have posted the bright red notices, and officers carrying the command flags traveled to and from the various fiefs, urging the various places. Preparations for war.

Since the beginning of the year, the imperial ceremonies have conveyed the emperor's orders in the provinces and fiefs, mobilized public opinion, and told those poor people that as long as there is war, only war, they can change their own destiny and get everything they want. Whether it's land, wealth, titles, women, etc., war is waged not only for the empire, but for everyone. As a citizen of the empire, you should use your sword to plow out the land you need to accomplish the unfinished business of the past.

As a result, the entire country gradually fell into a frenzy atmosphere, and even a few voices of opposition and resistance were immediately drowned out by the vast ocean of the people.

"You high-ranking nobles, do you think this can stop us, do you think that we can hold wealth and status forever!"

"I want to tell you, it will never be possible, and it is absolutely wishful thinking." A man dressed in messy clothes stood on a high wooden box and shouted at the luxurious pavilion in front of him. Beneath him were groups of similarly shabby lower-class people, who responded to the man with shouts and cursed slang from time to time, spitting on the mansions in this wealthy district.

"We will use swords, guns, and blood to get everything we want, instead of hiding in a high attic and trembling like you cowards, hahaha!" He laughed wildly, There was also a burst of laughter from below.

"well said."

"Show those nobles a good look, haha!"

This group of people crossed their shoulders, looking at the closed door of the noble mansion, their happy and proud expressions could not be concealed.

On the third floor of the mansion, behind the glass window covered by the curtain, an 18-year-old girl quietly looked at the group of shirtless and messy clothes below through the gap in the curtain, and retracted her head in fear. Close the curtains.

She took a few steps back and turned to the side, looked at her mother in the house, and asked timidly, "Mummy, this group of people feels so dangerous, why didn't the guards drive them away."

The lady sitting by the fireplace, flipping through a fashion magazine with her glasses, looked up, glanced at her daughter, and said, "Let them go, and in a few days, this group will be brought on board. The front line is now, and it will be quiet then.”

"Really?"

"Well, when your father came back from get off work in the parliament yesterday, I heard him say, let's be patient for a while, after all, His Majesty the Emperor needs these untouchables to expand our territory."

"But isn't it all about the knights in fighting? I think in those stories, the heroes always charge forward." The noble girl in a lavender dress walked to her mother and sat down.

"Child, times have changed." The mother stroked her daughter's blond hair.

"The muskets are more powerful now, and there are too many untouchables. They just spend a lot of them fighting, so they won't jump like this."

"The Royal Academy where your brother went to school is also teaching various tactics using muskets. It is said that some of the teachers are officers who have experienced the Cold Star War."

"Is it an officer of Crancia? I heard that they are very good, all of them are handsome." The girl's eyes were full of curiosity.

"No, it's the officers of the Frost and Frost Union. Although they failed, many of them were excellent, and they also brought musket-related technology to the empire." The mother shook her head and explained.

"His Majesty the Emperor highly valued these officers and mages, and also specially allocated funds to establish academies and factories to train officers and manufacture muskets."

"Are muskets really that powerful? I heard from my classmates that an elf can easily shoot down a bunch of musketeers with a bow." The girl recalled what she saw in the school, and those elves were indeed powerful.

"I don't know. Maybe there are too few elves. Besides, those long ears in the forest are not my own after all." The mother flipped the pages.

"But don't you like the clothes and decorations of elves?" The daughter looked at the colorful magazines in her mother's hands. Such things are not cheap. One copy costs an extraordinary gold coin, and the clothes and clothes in the magazines also have a lot of elves. of.

"I like clothes that are different from people. Just like the pure white cat you like to keep, if it eats at the same table as you one day, it will always feel awkward."

"Well, if it's a cat, as long as it doesn't eat what's on my plate, I don't mind that much..." The girl hesitated for a while, and then answered.

"But what if it was the big black dog your brother kept."

"Absolutely not, it's too ugly, I don't want to eat with it."

"Giggle, so, after all, it's different. They're pets, and we're people."

The mother smiled and patted her daughter's head. Such ideas and trends of thought are very popular among the upper echelons of the empire. The people of the empire are noble, and human beings are also great, and elves, although they are beautiful, are after all outsiders of the old era and cannot be compared with humans.

---------

Crancia, Fortress of Apocalypse.

Under the blue sky, there is a golden field, and the haystacks after the wheat harvest are piled up into small squares, covering this vast field of vision.

On this flat and open land, a towering and majestic fortress stands on the ground, isolating the passage at the junction of the mountains and the sea.

On the fortress in the evening, the bricks still retain the warmth of the sun.

Hot, a soldier in armor stood upright on the city wall, looking to the east, the golden morning star's flag fluttered on the top of the tower, announcing the fortress's ownership.

Since the victory over the Frost Alliance, the Fortress of Apocalypse has also surrendered to Crancia, and there are currently about 200,000 troops stationed in the fortress to monitor the formidable empire in the east.

On the tall tower in the fortress, a general in heavy armor overlooks the golden field below.

"Has the grain on the golden plains been harvested clean?" The general's voice was a little hoarse.

"The harvest is over, and now it is being transported back to the fortress by various teams." The adjutant on the side opened the paper book in his hand. These are the data reported recently.

"Is there any new news from Cang Cui?"

"Sir, the first batch of the new army trained by Green Green is heading south. After arriving at the Duchy of Baska, it is estimated that it will be repaired for a period of time."

"So, they will launch an attack in the spring of next year." The general analyzed in a deep voice.

"However, at this time, the interior of the empire has not been fully mobilized, and many local nobles have been hindered. Because of the conscription of the empire, their available labor force has been reduced..."

"No, you don't understand the emperor's character. He is not the kind of person who grinds and chirps. With his character, he won't wait for everything to be ready before taking action...cough." The general shook his head, coughed a few times, turned around, and the other officer beside him hurriedly handed out clear water.

After he finished drinking, he moistened his throat before continuing.

"As long as there is a small victory, the emperor will hype it up in the country, erect a group of models, stimulate the desires of the lower classes, carry public opinion, and sweep away those nobles who hinder conscription and war."

"And many small nobles will also be jealous of the huge benefits obtained by the war, no longer unite, and join it, then his purpose will be achieved."

"With the empire's huge territory and population, it can mobilize soldiers and resources that far exceed ours. Once it is fully operational, it will become a bloodthirsty terrifying lion. Therefore, it is necessary to guard against it."

Just as a few people were discussing, there were rapid footsteps in the corridor on the side, from far to near, and even the sound of metal armor rubbing could be clearly heard.

"Report Lord Seg, there is a letter from Solander." An elite soldier from Sequence 4 of War stood at attention and reported loudly.

"bring here."

"Yes!" The adjutant took the well-packaged letter, quickly deciphered the secret words on it, and then handed the translated text and the original to General Seg.

Seg looked at the page in his hand for a long time and handed it to the person beside him.

"Letter from Lord Pullman, telling us that there will be 100,000 iron cavalry of Falcon coming to support and strengthen the defense of the fortress."

"Did Falcon send someone here at this time?" Several people present looked at each other, and then discussed.

"Falcon was on the opposite side when we fought the Frostrose war six years ago."

"Although they withdrew in time, it is still unknown whether they are trustworthy or not."

"Besides, the current ruler of Falcon is still the same group of people as before."

"Because the lineup was timely, we had no good excuse to clean up the original ruler afterwards."

"Cough, just say it here, don't talk nonsense outside, this goes against the teachings of the sage." An officer pretended to cough and pointed out.

"Of course this is clear. After all, they are all compatriots from the Seven Kingdoms of Xuehua, and we still have to talk about friendship." The other generals replied, but judging from their expressions, it was a pity that it was a good time at that time.

"The Sanctuary has recently sent a lot of people to Falcon, and it is said that the scepter priests of the Star Orbit Palace have gone."

"What are you going to do over there?" an officer asked curiously.

"Inside the church, there are a lot of people worshipping His Royal Highness Roland Hill, and some people even directly said that His Highness should be worshipped as the Seraph. And the scepter priest of the Star Orbit Palace is the leader of this group of people."

"He specially collected various quotations from His Highness in the past, and then wrote scriptures and spread them within the church. The Wing tribe in the Falcon Kingdom also has many relics and language inheritance, indicating that His Highness is the original angel on the frescoes of the past. "

"If he proves that he is successful, the two are the same person, and this book is listed as a recognized book of the church, then His Highness will be canonized directly and become the main belief of the church."

"In this way, all races and races in the countries of Crancia will be highly unified. All parties will also have a common belief."

"That is, the crimson flame songstress, the sage of stars and miracles, the archangel of the wind of the beginning and the end, His Royal Highness Roland Hill."