Chapter 787: Public opinion

Powell and Johnson have lived for so many years, and they are not too big or too small to be well-informed in other places, but they only run to Victor. Hugo will become a bun under the rule-see everything. It's strange, never seen.
The fortress outside the dense fog town is not large, about 50 meters by 50 meters. The four corners protrude in a rhombus shape, and the watchtower arrow tower trench ditch suspension barracks and other buildings are built inside.
Due to the use of explosives, excavations such as foundation trenches are particularly fast. Then the wall was built, and a six-wheeled super-heavy carriage pulled a thick trunk of more than ten meters from the Black Forest.
The pulley crane lifted the tree trunk upright and inserted it into the foundation five meters deep. Mud is poured into two rows of three-meter-distance tree trunks, and after compaction, it becomes the simple wall of the fortress.
Although this is not perfect, the advantage is that the construction speed is extremely fast, which is called changing with each passing day.
The residents of Nongwu Town have nothing to do and squeeze out of the construction site every day to act as a'supervisor'. They have never seen such a fast construction method, and the first time they wished to be a coolie to work on the construction site and feel it.
The shift labor rests in the town of dense fog, and when you enter the pub in the town, someone will ask for a drink. Everyone wants to hear the stories on the construction site, even bragging-but some people's bragging imagination is not as good as the construction site.
When Powell arrived in Thick Fog Town, he had to change his carriage and continue north. He had to rest in the town overnight. After receiving some shock at the construction site outside the town, he can't wait to know what Hanfeng City is doing?
The bar was lively, and when I pushed in, I heard someone shouting loudly holding a glass of wine: "Come on, respect the kobold. Have a fort repaired one day earlier, kill the Butch family, and the gang of noble hybrids."
This shout was echoed by a crowd, and a wave of sound rang out, "Dry the Butch Family, and the Noble Hybrid."
The toast-raiser shouted again: "I have a dream. I dream that the roads in this world are unimpeded. I dream that all cities have the same tax rates as the cold wind city. I dream that there are no robbers, beasts and tax officials in the wild. Every corner."
The voice was sullen and frustrated, and every sentence attracted cheers. The bar is full of enthusiasm, with one arm holding a glass of wine, the spirit of spirits is wandering, and the atmosphere is so high that you will not drink yourself.
Powell and Johnson came across this scene and immediately froze.
Dudu squatted over the owner's head and sighed, "It's over, the worst situation comes up. I bet the Coldwind City preacher to raise the glass, this is definitely creating a momentum for the war."
This sentence made the two think deeply, and felt terrified at the sight. Noble lords never talk to the bottom. After all, the latter is also eligible to participate in decision-making.
But the cold wind city is different...
Victor Hugo is used to telling the public what he has to do. He even got the job as a lecturer and also runs a newspaper. The purpose of repeated publicity and explanation is to let your own leaders understand what is happening in the territory.
The nobility felt that this was meaningless, but it was of great benefit to open up the wisdom of the people.
The people in Northland are still very simple, basically what the lord said is what. Victor Hugo's reputation is surprisingly good. He said that the nobility was damn, the revolution was innocent, and the whole Northland would really respond in groups.
If this speculation is true, it is not the territory of the Cold Wind City that is mobilized, but the oppressed, humiliated and abused stratum of the entire Northland.
How big is this class?
It is better to ask in turn, how much does the nobility and its affiliates account for?
10%? impossible.
Most likely.
A dozen cities in the north, with a total population of 3 million. It would be great to have 100,000 nobles. All that remained was Victor Hugo's allied forces.
Shivering!
A man jumped on the bar counter and shouted loudly: "Do we have a choice? No. We are overwhelmed by the loan sharks of the nobles, and all the hard-earned money we earn is taken away.
The nobles enacted laws in favor of them, depriving us of the last copper plate. They even ignored the facts and used the army to take everything away. Their greedy desires will never be satisfied. "
In the cold weather, Powell sweated as he listened. He hurried to the bar, grabbing a sober drinker and asking, "Are you going to fight?"
"I don't know." Jiuke shook his head happily. "Don't worry, the guy on the bar just likes to say this. Everyone is unhappy and grumbles."
just a joke?
Others may just talk, but Victor Hugo is not. What he wants to do is not unfulfilled.
Powell continued to ask: "Who is the fortress outside the town to deal with?"
"Who can it be?" The drinker sneered: "The Buchi family blocked the business road, and the food cloth was unable to enter the cold wind city territory, forcing Hugo to take action.
The tax officer of Banshee Castle set the blockade at the intersection outside the town. As a result, there was a cannon on the construction site, and the opposite side directly scared urine and fled. Hahaha..., you didn't see the scene at that time, it was really ridiculous.
With a step back in tax collection, we will go further. When the fortress in Thick Fog Town is repaired, it is easy for Lord Hugo to attack and defend and take the initiative. The Butch family is the opposite. "
This statement is clearly organized, unlike the words of an alcoholic. When Powell became suspicious, the drinker continued to laugh and said: "As long as you stay in the tavern for two days, you can hear a bunch of rants from the mouth of these famous gunmen.
These guys talked about how to fight each day and argued endlessly. In their eyes, Lord Hugo should ascend to the throne as an emperor, conquer all regions, and rule the entire world. But listening to their bragging is very interesting. "
Bragging is interesting?
Powell didn't feel interesting at all. The residents of Thick Fog Town probably thought that only their taverns were like this, but maybe all the taverns in the entire Cold Wind City territory.
After a long period of propaganda, people really think that Victor Hugo should reign as king. Think again about the fortress that is being built quickly outside the town. This is obviously a two-hand preparation for propaganda and hard work.
This is doing comprehensive war mobilization!
Finished, what are the nobles of Banshee Castle thinking? They are still wondering how to make money.
"Should we go back and remind the Butcher family?" Powell felt like he was on the side of the nobility. But he asked back, but Johnson shook his head directly, "Don't dream, who will listen to us?"
Dudu also muttered: "The life of a natural smuggler is in the heart of the aristocratic lord. You just go back and inform, and the Buchi family will not thank you."
Powell's head was choked and his head was knocked down, and he had to dispel the idea of ​​"loyalty and fearlessness."
The two stayed in Nongwu Township for one night and took the passenger carriage to Hanfeng City the next day. When they set off, they happened to see a heavy infantry rushing in a carriage, preparing to protect the construction of the dense fog fortress.
A large number of wooden boxes were carried on the carriage, which contained infantry armor and weapons. There was an untied box that fell during transportation and dropped several half-plate armor.
At least hundreds of people saw this scene, so the strong guns of the dense fog town had chatting resources.
Powell stared at him, and Johnson exclaimed: "Enchanted half-body armor. I sensed the fluctuation of the magic net, and it is definitely enchanted half-body armor. This thing is precious!
Victor Hugo is really rich, this is the equipment for the noble knights, he even gave ordinary heavy infantry. God, if all the boxes are enchanted, who can beat them? "