Chapter 1542: incite

In the afternoon at the end of August, the city of Akaderin swept away from the heat for many days and it started to rain.
The raindrops fell from the sky and hit the ground with a clattering sound, bringing a rare coolness to Akadrin in the hot summer.
The rain dampened the leaves, washed away the dust, and the scenery in front of them became clear. The slightly damp and cold air is also very fresh.
Battusa, the liaison officer of the rebel army before the flashlight, appeared in a luxurious rooftop greenhouse in Akaderin.
This greenhouse has a huge handwriting, made entirely of steel and glass, covering the entire roof.
Looking at the huge crystal-like crystal glass, Batusta couldn't help but shook his head with a wry smile: Although these days I am used to seeing the luxury of the gleaming nobles, a greenhouse made entirely of glass still exceeds His imagination.
But I have to admit that this glass greenhouse is indeed beautiful and translucent.
Standing under the eaves of the greenhouse, watching the falling waterline in the sky, raindrops hit the glass above Batusta's head, and then turned into messy water marks flowing down.
Standing in the greenhouse, condescending, overlooking Akadrin in the rain, is even more interesting.
Not far away, the tall and majestic palace is like a silent behemoth lying in the center of the city of Akkadrin, surrounded by criss-cross streets, all kinds of houses are neatly arranged. There are lots of spots.
Pedestrians hurried past on the street, and occasionally the sound of carriages rang.
In the distance is the tall city wall, over the city wall, looking far away, you can vaguely see the green fields, forests, and villages scattered in the countryside...
The whole city is intoxicating like a huge and magnificent oil painting.
"Hoo" a cool breeze blew in through the wide open doors and windows of the glass greenhouse, blowing a few cool rains on him, not only did not have the slightest chill, but it made him feel more comfortable, involuntarily deeply Take a breath.
At this moment, I heard a rustle of paper.
Batusta then realized that he had come to visit General Merlot.
He turned around, and as expected, he saw General Merlot on a rocking chair beside a bunch of blooming flowers not far away, packing up a stack of newspapers.
He immediately walked over and said: "Sorry, I have never seen the rain of Akaderin. I was lost for a while. Let the general wait for a long time."
Melo didn't care, either, smiling and saying, "I like to look at this city in the rain. Only at this moment can I feel that it is real."
Batusta smiled and nodded, suddenly thinking of his comrades in the far west, remembering his hard years of war in these years.
In the past, when encountering this kind of weather, they must be busy avoiding and marching hard in the muddy and slippery mountain roads, instead of standing under the glass roof while drinking Earl Grey tea and enjoying the rain, while expressing This decadent and fallen petty bourgeois feelings.
Batusta smiled bitterly, and said in his heart: On a rainy day like this, I should be wading in muddy water, naked to the top, sweating profusely and pushing a broken car with not round wheels. And there were a few bags of rice on the broken car that were going to be moldy, but they were extremely precious to the rebel army...
Melo waved to him and said, "Please sit down."
Batusta came to the front, pressing the armrest with both hands, slowly sitting on the delicate wicker chair, and then let out a long sigh.
Merlot glanced at him and asked in surprise: "Are you hurt? Is it serious?"
Then I realized that I was asking this question again. As an insurgent army, I had to fight against the Lich Necromancer, against the regular army of Lingshi, and even fight against the local garrison team. Which one is not the one who has survived many battles and crawled out of the dead, how can it not be injured?
Battusa smiled bitterly, and said, "The injury is nothing. It's just that. When it rains, these scars are itchy like ants bites."
"I can recommend two doctors for you," Melo glanced at him with admiration, and then said with concern: "They have a very good level, especially good at treating sword injuries. They are recognized masters in the military. "
Batista said gratefully: "Then I will bother you."
Merlot took out a cigar from the dark wooden box on the glass coffee table, carefully cut off the tail, and then handed it over, smiling: "Now, a fairy grass rolled on the delicate thighs of girls, It will make you forget these pains."
Batista gladly took the cigar, and then slowly roasted it on the blue flame of the alcohol lamp. Although the contact time with these nobles was not long, but under their corrosion, Batista It has also begun to degenerate.
Under the blue flame was a transparent liquid in a small glass bottle, which reminded Battusa of the inferior self-brewed wine he had drunk.
When they hide and seek hide-and-seek with the army of the old government and the dark wizards in the ravine, the most extravagant enjoyment is nothing more than a mouthful of piercing throat soil.
Pure alcohol is an unimaginable luxury for him, but it is only used for ignition in Akadrin, and even ordinary citizens will not taste it.
Not to mention the royal salute in a crystal bottle.
The mellow and charming taste made Batutta want to swallow the cup.
Batusta suddenly laughed at himself, and said in his heart: How can I feel sentimental like a woman? This does not fit my tall and mighty image.
He glanced at the stack of newspapers on the table and asked casually, "What do you say in the newspapers?"
Melo shrugged and said: "There is no news. Brad blocked all topics about Thunder in these newspapers. I heard that his news consultant has just been removed."
Batusta said: "You can see that he was caught off guard by you."
Melo showed a smug smile, lit a cigar, took a sip, and said, "Do you think about what you want to do in the future?"
Battusa shook his head and said, "The old man seems to be determined to come to Akadrin and fight those people in parliament."
Melo let out a breath of smoke and said, "This is the best option right now. Even the undead race has been beaten away by humans. There is no way out for armed struggle, and humans will not allow it.
The republican government, to put it bluntly, is to see who can become president and control the parliament.
The old man stays in the parliament more able to exert his strength, how about you? "
Melo poured the purple-red liquid into the goblet, pushed it in front of Batutta, and said, "Would you like to enter the army? The Free Army is now all Caribbean. We need to inject our own blood, with your ability , It’s affirmation to be the head of the teacher in the future."
Battusa thought for a while, looked up at the window, and said quietly: "I used to think, what is the purpose of rebelling?
The old man is to establish his ideal country, I am not that noble. "
He smiled, and then said: "I just went to rebel because I was hungry and couldn't stand it anymore. Do you know who I envied the most when I was a kid? It is the long-time worker of our village landlord's family. Because he can have a large piece of brown bread for every meal.
I never thought I could live in a house that doesn't leak, sleep on a soft bed, smoke cigars, drink wine, sleep beautiful women..."
Melo tilted her head and asked, "So?"
"So, no, thank you." Battusa shook his head and said: "I want to stay in Akadrin. I think Lorraine is also willing to give me a seat as a councillor."
Batusta never considered himself a noble person. He liked the current life, enjoying cigars and wine. Let him go to the ravine and fight hard with others, but Battusa asks that he can't do it.
Even if he puts his head on his waistband and fights for a lifetime, he cannot have such a luxurious and comfortable life as Merlot, so why bother yourself.
Melo shook his head slightly, and felt sorry for Batusta's frustration-this man is a rare brave general.
Batusta drank the red wine in his glass, humming a vulgar villager's tune with a cigar in his mouth, and turned and walked out of the greenhouse.
He didn't like Merlot. He felt that Merlot's scheming was too deep, he could not deal with it, and it was too tiring to work with such a person.
In addition, Melo could not hesitate to sell tens of thousands of compatriots to the enemy for his own victory. Although the official propaganda, he was righteous to destroy relatives. However, think about it, if you are in that position, you can never do such a harsh thing.
Although the relationship with Melo is good now, Battusta keeps warning himself in his heart, staying away from this kind of person as early as possible, maybe he will sell himself sometime.
Melo picked up the newspaper again and flipped through it absent-mindedly. At this time, the servant led a middle-aged man dressed in shabby clothes up and whispered: "Master, Harold, Mr. Cramp is here."
Immediately, I saw Cramp stepping forward and bowing respectfully to Merlot.
He was about forty or fifty years old, his face was pedantic, his hair was disheveled, his clothes were half wet from the rain, and there were a few mud spots on his trousers. He was obviously in a hurry.
Obviously came in a hurry.
Merlot pointed to the seat opposite to him, and said politely: "Please sit down."
Then motioned to the servant to serve a glass of wine.
Cramp caught it with his hands in fear, and sat on a wicker chair as honestly as a schoolboy.
Merlot brewed for a moment in her heart and said, "Mr. Cramp."
Kramp responded quickly: "Yes, my lord."
Melo held a cigar in his hand and said, "I know you are very appealing among the young people in Xiacheng."
Cramp was a little frightened, and said carefully: "That's nonsense by others. In fact, I just teach them to read for free and prescribe some prescriptions for them."
Merlot waved his hand and said, "I want you to do something for me."
Kramp suddenly hit a sudden in his heart.
He is just a small person, and General Melo, who holds a heavyweight in his hands, actually wants to do something for him, so this matter is by no means trivial.
He glanced at Merlot, but saw that he was spitting out a puff of smoke leisurely, his entire face hidden behind the blue smoke, and he couldn't see the expression on his face at all. But faintly, a cold light flashed in Merlot's eyes.
Cramp couldn't help being taken aback, and hurriedly lowered his head, and said, "My lord, please say, as long as I can do it."
As a small person, he can refuse, but he absolutely cannot afford the consequences of rejection.
Melo gave a light cough, and then said: "I want you to organize young people to take to the streets."
Kramp shuddered in shock, the wine in his hand was spilled, and he shook his head in panic, and said, "My lord, that would beheaded."
Melo raised his head and laughed, and said, "That was the era of the old government. The people of the Republican government have the right to demonstrate, and no one can take it away."
Cramp still shook his head desperately.
Melo curled his lips, and said to himself: Why are all the cowards I met today?
Then he said: "And you have listened to me. The purpose of your demonstration is to encourage the government to send troops to unify the thunder flash. I am not asking you to oppose the government or the president."
Cramp asked carefully: "It's just a flash of lightning? It's that simple?"
Melo said angrily: "It's that simple, can you rest assured?"
Cramp breathed a sigh of relief now: It's like walking down the street and chanting Long live President Brad and Long live Lord Luo. No matter who it is, this slogan can't fault it. Who dares to stop, that is the spy of Thunder Flash, the traitor. The traitor lurking in the interior of the flash.
General Merlot continued: "Of course, the more people you mobilize, the more generous the reward I will give you."
Cramp pondered for a moment, and said: "Is there any unknowable risk? I know that the government never likes parades or anything."
Melo said impatiently: "Just go ahead and we will help you. The more you do this parade, the safer you will be. If you can mobilize all the people in the city, you just want to be It is not impossible for the House of Representatives."
Cramp's eyes were hot, and he murmured: "Is it so good?"
Melo nodded and said: "The city government is preparing to build four schools in Xiacheng District. The head of the Ministry of Culture and Education is a good friend of mine. You know, he does not come forward. If you do well, you will be the principal of one of the schools. It’s even the superintendent of Xiacheng District.

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Senator Eriksson sat in the living room and waited for a while after eating breakfast. He still didn't see his carriage appearing. He raised his hand and looked at the watch on his wrist. The pointer had been until 8:30-his driver was late. .
Just a few days ago, in order to show its authority, the parliament showed to the people that they did not eat dry food. Therefore, a resolution was passed to require centralized management of buses. I didn't expect this problem to occur just two days after implementation.
The little secretary held a few paper bags in her arms and guarded outside the hall, stomping her feet in a hurry. You know, there are still several motions that require Senator Erickson to attend.
But despite his eagerness, he was unable to scold him because the initiator of this resolution was Senator Erickson.
Just as the senator waited impatiently and was about to let the servants call for a rental carriage, the special car quickly drove into the courtyard gate and stopped under the steps.
The coachman jumped down, wiped the sweat on his forehead, hurriedly opened the door of the car, and asked the senator to get on the car.
Senator Eriksson scolded dissatisfiedly: "What happened? I'm so late."
The coachman was also sweating anxiously, and said, "My lord, it's not my fault. Today, some people don’t know what they are going crazy and are parading in the street. I don’t know how many people have blocked several streets. I just squeezed in. of."
Erickson hesitated for a moment with his feet on the pedals, turned his head and asked: "Parade? Not every year, what kind of parade?"
The coachman said: "I listened to their slogans, they asked for thunder and flashes to unify the mainland or something"
Eriksson shook suddenly and exclaimed: "Not good."
Then stepped into the carriage and shouted nervously: "Go to the House!"
The coachman heard something wrong from the Senator's tone, closed the car door and jumped into the driving position, slammed the reins, screamed, and the two horses drove their noses and trot quickly.
When the carriage turned to the main road, Senator Eriksson found that it was too late. The street had been occupied by a dense crowd, and the whole street was full of black people.
Some of the crowd held aloft the banner of the Republican government, and some held a banner saying that they would bring freedom and democracy to the Leishan people, or march into Leishan to unify the mainland while shouting slogans.
Looking at the direction they were heading, it was obviously the palace in front.
On both sides of the street were full of human soldiers maintaining order. They watched the excitement happily, pointing at them from time to time, as long as they ensure that there will be no smashing and robbery behaviors of fish in troubled waters.
There are even several war fortresses suspended above the streets, and the condescending surveillance game teams.
Eriksson patted the carriage anxiously, poked his head out and shouted at the coachman: "Change the road, hurry up."
The coachman hurriedly turned around and turned into an alley, but after changing directions, the street was filled with parades. Finally, he had to make a big circle and drive in through the back door of the palace, and it was already half past nine. Up.
When Eriksen got off the car, he heard the shouts from the south~EbookFREE.me~ It seems that the parade has arrived at the large square outside the palace, and the soldiers of the Caribbean Division are rushing into the palace. Prevent accidents.
Many congressmen were coming out of the parliament building and walking towards the palace gate to the south. Eriksen took an acquaintance and asked, "This is what happened? Why are people running outside?"
The humanity: "The president will address the crowds gathering in the square."
"I X!" Eriksson couldn't help cursing harshly, and followed the crowd all the way out.
The senators boarded the walls of the palace, and at this moment, the door was full of soldiers with rifles on their shoulders.
Eriksson saw the machine gun hidden behind the female wall and had inserted a magazine full of bullets. He couldn't help but shudder, even though he knew it was just for precaution, he couldn't help it. I feel numb in my scalp.
Outside the palace gate, a group of armored orc grenadiers lined up in a five-tier formation, besieged the city in a semicircle, facing the crowd on the square, protecting the palace gate behind them, carrying thick clubs in their hands.
With the fierce look and murderous eyes, the people on the opposite side dared not approach.
Eriksen secretly said in his heart: Lord Lorraine is really willing to pay for the capital, even his own guards have been photographed.
The Orc Grenadiers of this regiment followed Lord Lorraine from Ny'an to Akadrin. They had achieved great feats. They were regarded as Lord Lorraine’s personal guards. No one could command him except Lorraine and Leo. Move them.
A group of staff members were busy installing tweeters on the palace walls. A few minutes later, a piercing sound came and the equipment was ready.
Then came President Brad’s strong voice, saying: "My dear brothers and sisters, I am your friend Brad." (To be continued.)