Chapter 490 CXXIV Rabbit Meat

Chapter 490 CXXIV. Rabbit Meat

The front section of the Mulong Railway, Black Rock City.

Churches cannot be built in the Mulong Royal City. According to the conditions agreed upon by the royal court and the sect, only the railway section is allowed.

If you want to go deeper, the army will not provide any support, nor will it be responsible for any occupation by the sect, and it is completely decoupled.

In the agreement signed with the puppet government, although it has been changed to a principality, it is still not enough.

In the traitorous treaty, the railway section belongs entirely to the territory of Alan, and there is no need to pay taxes to Prince Mulong, and there is a garrison agreement. In the cities along the railway, the Alan Army will maintain national security for a long time.

Even if the Principality of Bema was defeated, Alan was not allowed to station troops. It was well known that the East Coast was an important trading place with the Far East. With this foundation, it could make a comeback. If Alan agreed to station troops, Bema would exist in name only, and there would be no such country anymore.

Worried that the Bema people would counterattack as one after the old king died heroically, Alan did not force it and gave up the garrison.

Obviously, at present, the Mulon people are not as brave as the Bema people, at least in the elite class.

Black Rock City is the first city where Crocodile Island stationed troops, serving as the rear base of the army.

It is also the location where Zot built the first church.

The local lords have long been subdued by Crocodile Island, and they do not resist any requests.

At this time, the temple tower of the Holy Lord is being violently demolished, and the church of the Dragon of Eternity and Time is being built on the original site.

Sunshine.

The first job must be done beautifully.

The heavy-armored priests of the Judgment Hall, these black iron cans holding war hammers are extremely powerful. Even if the ruins of the building hit them, the super-heavy plate armor several centimeters thick will only knock out a painless mark.

Smash the walls and smash the statues.

The debris is constantly transported out of the city by carts.

Many residents in Black Rock City watched here after hearing the news, but because Alan’s prestige was too great, even believers did not dare to say anything. Only some truly devout people cried.

"I thought Mulon was very poor."

Zot glanced at the crying faces and the three- or four-story khaki stone houses in the city. After all, it was a development of the times, and it was richer than the old Alan period. Besides, Mulon's ancestors were also rich.

Alan noticed the weakness of the irreconcilable internal contradictions of Mulon, and directly beheaded the old king and his family. Although a woman escaped, it was harmless. The newly supported king was almost completely flattering, and no full-scale war broke out.

So most areas were not affected by the war.

"It is indeed very poor now. After talking with the lord of this place, Crocodile Island's efforts to make money exceeded expectations. The military funds allocated to him by the royal court must have been used very little. Food, supplies, and even military pay were plundered from the occupied land."

The deputy replied.

"After so many days, only a small soldier was sent to coordinate the work. Where is he?"

Zot's instincts that had been worn out in the prison were awakened, as if he had returned to the bloody storm of old Aram. No one could turn his face away like this.

"Fighting fiercely with the Seventh Amendment people on the front line, but it is more appropriate to say that they were crushed. If there was no need to build a railway, the Kolor Highlands would have been flattened long ago."

The deputy saw the collapsed believers of the Holy Allah and asked the heavily armed priests to be careful not to hit passers-by when transporting the ruins and rubble.

"That would save trouble."

Zot was also tired of killing. For now, the 18th formation did not need to fight, but only needed to preach.

He had so many lives on his hands. After years of suppression, he could always see who in the crowd was willing to do something at the risk of his life.

Several men with muskets hidden in the crowd were slowly approaching. Suicide attack?

But most people were also intimidated by the fully armed black iron cans. They did not dare to get close to the demolition site, but just cried and prayed in grief.

"Do we still have church coins now?"

"What does it mean?"

"It's the war zone ticket. It seems that you don't understand this. The sect's war potential has not been stimulated for too long. Necessities and monopoly mean the right to issue coins. Now, in order to show the grace and power of the Dragon Lord and assimilate the pagans here, there is only charity, but issuing golden dragons is a bit too generous. Thirty or forty years ago, in the areas occupied by the sect, the obedient people received church coins once a month and could go to the church to exchange for food and daily necessities."

What Zote didn't finish saying was that labor can also be exchanged for church coins. For these loyal people, letting them use the purchasing power of church coins to exceed their previous living standards will naturally be assimilated.

And the cost of the whole process is very low.

After noticing the actions of those people, Zote began to speak in an official tone to the surrounding Mulon people. The emperor is far away in this foreign country, and he can speak freely.

According to these people's cognition, long speeches are naturally useless. What is needed is the efficient transmission of information.

Since Crocodile Island has given him a cold shoulder, there is no need to indulge him.

"The army's actions have caused a lot of trouble for everyone. From today on, the Eternal Church will provide free food, eggs, and meat. You can come here every day to receive them. At special times, the church will guarantee the interests of believers."

After Zote said this.

The few people who hid the muskets paused for a while, but they just didn't continue to act.

No one believed in Zote's plan at all. Free donations? Take it from us and give it back? You and the army are going back and forth. Isn't it ridiculous?

On the contrary, it had a bad effect. A small number of fanatical Allah believers also became angry and began to squeeze the heavily equipped priests surrounding the demolition site. It was really a great shame to say that it would be fine if they died.

"There will be receipts for things taken from the sect. If the army wants it from you, you can come to me. I am the most effective person in the sect in Mulong. Blasphemy against the will of the Dragon Lord must be punished by death."

Zot said calmly.

In his long career, he has learned the essence of human beings.

No matter how fanatical your faith is, or how strong your national hatred is, it is useless.

Under the power of life and death, as long as relatives and friends can survive, have a decent life, and have a glimmer of hope, most people dare not rebel, even if they are like beasts who have retained the instinct of farming.

The riot was temporarily suppressed.

At least now it sounds that the Dragon of Eternity and Time is indeed much more generous than the Holy Allah. Their gods have never blessed this land.

Zot immediately arranged for people to execute it. The matter of the church currency will be discussed after ten days or half a month when these people get used to it.

"By the way, when we just got off the train, I left a Mulon alive and asked him to come to the charity. In addition, fresh meat is very expensive during the war. There is no other way but to take it from our reserve supplies, bacon, sausages, in short, meat must be available every day."

He ordered his deputy. The Eternal Church has endless money. As long as it is not excessive to the point of absurdity, the budget of the church for this operation is extremely sufficient.

Half an hour later.

The charity site outside the demolition site has been prepared. Eggs, food, meat, it can even be said to be abundant, but there are still few people who come to collect.

They are all poor people who are poorly dressed and poor.

But Zote doesn't care. Hunger is the best motivation. When they realize that the church is the last place to stay, it will be overcrowded the day after tomorrow at the latest.

The first cardinal church will also begin to be built.

This move was seen by the army stationed here, and naturally they went back to report it.

It was exactly what Zote wanted. He was eager to have a reason to kill Crocodile Island.

However, Zot did not see the survivors he left that day at the almsgiving site. He must have been unwilling to face his compatriots as a traitor.

He returned to the temporary base of the sect, a piece of land forcibly requisitioned from the lord in Black Rock City.

Rows of heavily armed priests rested here. They did not need to attack. Just the deterrence could scare away a powerful army.

Zot found the remnant of the resistance army who was detained by the sect and sat in the corner with a pale face. He was a Mulon man who looked very young, about 16 or 17 years old.

"Didn't I ask you to give alms? Are you afraid of embarrassment?"

"Yes, you might as well kill me with one knife."

"It's easy to kill a person, but I always like to challenge more difficult things. Have you heard of Oriental chess, a kind of chess that came from the Far East? It is rumored that the Alan Sword King is a master."

"I know."

"That's great. You should know what situation Mulon is in. The road has been completely blocked, and the subsequent chess pieces will all be eaten. What is needed at this time is to give up decisively and open up another way."

Zot's eyes flashed with memories.

The young man did not answer, and did not make any comment.

"Yes, it is actually very difficult to do, and even the difficulty is far beyond people's imagination. Even I spent more than 20 years to fully understand this truth."

Zot's left eye was removed, leaving only a hole. He touched the hideous scar running down his face, as if it had been scratched by a wild beast.

"Do you know that eating only rabbit meat will starve you to death?"

"How is this possible?"

"It is true. The Northern Prison calls this rabbit meat starvation. If you only eat rabbit meat for a long time, you will feel weak all over, lose weight, and eventually die. I am one of the contributors to this research result, but I still survived in the end."

The young man frowned. Was this person a felon in the past?

"During that time, I met many interesting people who shared their criminal experiences with me. The funniest thing was that there was a perfectionist. His father killed his dog, and he ate it without knowing it. After learning about this, he thought he could no longer be a good person, and could only follow through and become a murderer."

Zot stood up and prepared to leave.

He just felt that the meaning was unclear.

"Have you heard of the Witch Hunting Secret Office and those murderous sergeants?"

"No one in the Western Continent doesn't know."

"That's good. I just want to tell you that the blood of hell can't drown them, because they are all standing on my shoulders, and so are you.

The priest in charge of the Cardinal Church here in the future is a beauty. Go over and make alms with her as soon as possible."

Zot patted his shoulder and turned to leave.

He just felt that the hair on his body stood up. Yes, it could only be the person who was rumored to have escaped from the Northern Prison eleven years ago.