She Is Not a Witch Chapter 51: Apocalyptic Fortress
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Western Continent, Canghong Empire (formerly Green Empire).
From the cold leaves in the north to Wanghai in the south, thousands of cities and small towns in the imperial territory were posted with bright red notices. An officer carrying a flag traveled through the fiefs. Urging preparations for war in various places.
Since the beginning of the year, the empire’s ceremonial officials have carried the emperor’s orders to the provinces and fiefs, mobilizing public opinion, and telling the poor that as long as war, only war, they can change their own destiny and get what they want. everything of. Whether it is land, wealth, title, women, etc., the war is launched not only for the empire, but also for everyone. As a citizen of the empire, you should use your sword to plow out the land you need to accomplish your unfulfilled cause.
As a result, the entire country gradually fell into a frenetic atmosphere, even if there were a few opposition and blocking voices, it was immediately overwhelmed by the vast ocean of people.
"You aristocrats, do you think this can stop us? Do you think that you can always control wealth and status?"
"I want to tell you, it's never possible, it's absolutely wishful thinking." A man dressed in messy clothes stood on a tall wooden box and shouted at the luxurious building in front of him. . Below him are groups of people from the lower classes who are equally sparsely dressed. They yelled in response to the man, and from time to time they uttered cursing slang, spitting at the mansion in this rich district.
"We can use swords, guns, and blood for everything we want, instead of hiding in the lofty attic and shivering like you cowards, hahaha!" He arrogantly Laughing, there was a burst of laughter from below.
"Good point."
"Take a look at those nobles, haha!"
The group of people hooked their shoulders and looked at the aristocratic mansion with its closed doors, and their cheerful and proud expressions couldn't hide it.
On the third floor of the mansion, behind the glass window covered by the curtain, an 18-year-old girl looked through the gap between the curtains and quietly looked at the shirtless and messy crowd below, shrinking with a little fear. Turn your head back and close the curtain.
She stepped back and turned to the side, looked at the mother in the house, and asked timidly: "Mummy, this group of people feels so dangerous, why don't the guards drive them away."
The lady sitting by the fireplace looking through the fashion magazine with her glasses raised her head, glanced at her daughter, and said, "Let them go. In a few days, these people will I have been brought to the front line, and then it will be quiet."
"Really?"
"Well, when your father came back from get off work in the parliament yesterday, I heard him say that for now, let's bear with it for a while, after all, the emperor needs these untouchables to expand our territory."
"But, isn't it all about the knights fighting wars? I see heroes charging forward in those stories." The noble girl in a lavender dress walked over to her mother and sat down.
"My child, times have changed." The mother touched her daughter's blond hair.
"The muskets are now more powerful, and there are too many untouchables. It just happens that they consume a batch of wars, so they will not jump like this."
"The Royal Academy where your brother went to school is now also teaching various tactics of using muskets. It is said that some teachers are officers who have experienced the Cold Star Wars."
"Are they the officers of Crancia? I heard they are amazing, and they are all very handsome." The girl's eyes were full of curiosity.
"No, they are the officers of the Frost Union. Although they failed, many of them are quite good. By the way, they also brought gun-related technology to the empire." The mother shook her head and explained.
"His Majesty the Emperor highly valued this group of officers and mages, and specially allocated funds to establish academies and factories to train officers and make guns."
"Are the musketeers really so powerful? I heard from my classmates that an elf can easily shoot down a musketeer with a bow." The girl recalled what she had seen in the school. Those elves were indeed amazing.
"I don't know this. Maybe there are too few elves. Besides, those long ears in the forest are not my own after all." The mother turned the pages of the book.
"But don’t you like the clothes and decorations of elves very much?" My daughter looked at the colorful magazines in her mother's hands. Such things are not cheap. Each book costs an extraordinary gold coin. The costumes and dresses in the magazines also have A lot of elf styles.
"I like clothes that are different from people. Just like the pure white cat you like to raise, if one day he eats at the same table as you, it will always feel awkward."
"Well, if it's a cat, as long as it doesn't eat what's on my plate, it doesn't mind that much..." The girl hesitated for a while, and then replied.
"But what if it was the **** dog raised by your brother."
"Never, it's so ugly, I don't want to eat with it."
"Gluck, so, it's different after all, they are pets, and we are humans."
The mother smiled and stroked her daughter's head. Such ideas and thoughts are now very popular in the upper echelon of the empire. The people of the empire are noble and humans are great, and the elves, although very beautiful, are outsiders of the old age and cannot be compared with humans.
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Crancia, the fortress of the apocalypse.
Under the blue sky, there is a golden field. The haystacks after the wheat harvest are piled up into small squares, covering this vast field of vision.
On this gentle and empty ground, a towering and majestic fortress stands on the ground, isolating the passage between the mountain and the sea.
On the fortress in the evening, the bricks and stones still have the warmth of the sun. A soldier in armor stands straight on the wall, looking to the east, the flag of the golden morning star is flying on the top of the tower, announcing this Ownership of the fortress.
Since the defeat of the Frost Union, the Apocalypse Fortress has also returned to Crancia. At present, there are about 200,000 troops stationed in the fortress, monitoring the feared empire in the east.
On the high tower in the fortress, a general wearing heavy armor overlooks the golden field below.
"Has the grain on the golden plains been harvested?" The general's voice was a little rough.
"The harvest is over, and various convoys are constantly transporting it back to the fortress." The adjutant on the side opened the paper book in his hand. These are the data reported recently.
"Is there any new news from Lengcui?"
"Report your lord, the first batch of the new army trained by Green is heading south. After arriving at the Duke of Baska, it is estimated that it will be repaired for a period of time."
"So, they will launch an offensive in the spring of next year." The general analyzed in a deep voice.
"However, at this time, the empire has not yet been fully mobilized, and many nobles in many places have been obstructed. Because the empire has recruited troops, their available labor force has been reduced..."
"No, you don't understand the character of the emperor. He is not the kind of chirping person. With his character, he won't wait for everything to happen before he will act...cough Cough." The general shook his head, coughed a few times, and turned around. The other officer beside him hurriedly handed over clear water.
After he finished drinking, he moistened his throat before continuing.
"As long as there is a small victory, the emperor will make a big announcement in the country, erect a group of models, inspire the desires of the lower class, carry the public opinion, and sweep the nobles who hinder recruitment and launch wars."
"And many little nobles will be jealous of the huge benefits obtained from the war, and no longer unite, join them, then his goal will be achieved."
"With the vast territory and population of the empire, it can mobilize soldiers and resources far beyond ours. Once fully operational, it will become a terrifying bloodthirsty lion. So, you must guard against it."
Just as a few people were discussing, there was a rush of footsteps in the corridor on the side, and the sound of metal armor rubbing could be clearly heard from far to near.
"Report to Lord SEG, there is a letter from Solander." An elite soldier of the War Sequence 4 stood at attention and reported loudly.
"Come here."
"Yes!" The adjutant took the tightly packed letter, quickly interpreted the secret words on it, and then handed the translated text and the original to General Saige.
Seg looked at the page in his hand, and passed it to the people around him for a long time.
"Lord Pullman’s letter tells us that 100,000 cavalry from Falcon will come to support and strengthen the defense of the fortress."
"Does the Falcon send someone over at this time." The people present looked at each other a few times, and then they discussed.
"When we were at war with Frost Rose 6 years ago, the Falcon was on the opposite side."
"Although they withdrew in time, it is still unknown whether they are worthy of trust."
"Moreover, the current ruler of the Falcons is still the same group of people."
"Because we stood in time, we had no good excuses to clean up the original ruler."
"Cough cough, just say it here, don’t talk nonsense outside, this is against the teachings of the sage." An officer pretended to cough and mentioned it to ~IndoMTL.com~ This is of course clear, after all. It is the compatriots of Xuehua's seven countries, and it is still necessary to talk about friendship. "The other generals replied, but judging from their looks, it is probably a pity that it was a good time at that time.
"Sanctuary has recently sent many people to Falcon. It is said that all the priests of the scepter of the Star Trails Palace have gone."
"What are you going to do over there?" an officer asked curiously.
"In the church, there are so many people who worship His Royal Highness Lorrain Hill, and some even directly claim that His Royal Highness should be enshrined as a believing Seraph. And the scepter priest of the Star Trails Palace is the leader of this group of people. Person."
"For this purpose, he collected various quotations of His Royal Highness from the past, and then wrote scriptures for dissemination within the church. The Wings in the Falcon Kingdom also have many relics and verbal inheritances, indicating that His Royal Highness is on the murals of the past. The original angel."
"If he is allowed to prove success, the two are the same person, and this scripture is listed as the recognized classics of the church, then His Highness will directly canonize and become the main faith of the church."
"As a result, all countries and races in Crancia will be highly unified. All parties will also have a common belief."
"That is, the crimson flame singer, the sage of stars and miracles, the archangel of the beginning and the end of the wind, His Royal Highness Lorrain Hill."
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