Chapter 1335: Twenty-five. Deadline (3)

After my death, I will fall into the deepest part of hell.
Silent words in my heart seemed to be enlightenment and cursed. The hand that grabbed the edge of the podium worked harder, and the intensity of being poured into the voice also increased a bit.
"Yes, the enemy forces are indeed unprecedentedly powerful enough to be shocking. However, as a result, we have proved time and time again that advanced weapons alone cannot decide the outcome of the war and ultimately decide the victory or defeat. Always use weapons and live people. No matter how many times, we can prove to the world that Charlemagne will never lose to inhuman things."
In the posture of a men's beauty, through communication, at the same time preaching to 700,000 soldiers and the people in the Charlieman-controlled area, the girl in the image is beautiful and strong, and the gentle pupil has a strong and powerful light, which is that extraordinary. The light, crossing the gap between the times and the distance, appeals to people.
Military camps, towns, churches, squares, markets, and farmlands have different ideas. People in different places are staring at the Saint girl projecting overhead.
People focused their hopes on the miracle heroes.
Even if I couldn’t meet everyone one by one, and watching the 30,000 soldiers who almost squeezed the scene under the podium, bearing the heavy and hot sight, it was not difficult for Roland to imagine what kind of mentality people in all parts of the country watched. Own speech.
"Although I missed the opportunity to say hello, I feel sorry, but I feel very honored to be able to fight side by side with you. In order to welcome tomorrow and protect the peace, please lend me your strength!"
"Oh!"
"Master Saint Girl!"
"Holy Girl!"
"Undefeated miracle!"
From the bottom of the heart, the inspiring tumult swelled and swelled throughout Charlemagne.
As if responding to the girl in the picture, some people nodded gently, others waved their clenched fists, and more people crossed their hands before crossing the chest.
The above is quite normal style.
The soldiers listening to the speech on the spot were completely out of control.
Oh oh oh oh! ! !
It seemed to be thundering, like a gust of wind, the layers of sounds shaking the dry air.
It was not a desperate sigh, nor a scream after madness.
That is cheers.
It was not a cheer from a population, but the voice of hope and joy turned into a wave that swept the scene and covered the whole lecture.
Oh oh oh! ! !
It was originally believed that all hope was shattered, and the soldiers who once lay on the ground waiting for death to visit their living bodies were bursting into loud cheers. The audience on the whole site could hardly hear except strong beeps Any voice, but this does not prevent them from offering cheers from the bottom of their hearts.
Everyone looked up at the podium. Whether they saw it or not, they all gave cheers to the petite girls on the podium. The once numb and empty face was full of hope at this time, and in the roaring waves, there was even a mix of laughter.
Obviously the encirclement has not been broken, and the death still hovered above his head.
Even so, people can still laugh out loud.
There are several reasons for this effect.
The original speech venue was too small for the huge number of 30,000 people. In a small place to accommodate people who exceed the limit, and then cleverly induced by language, spread the fanatic atmosphere among the crowd, and humans will be easily induced. Lose the calmness of independent thinking and easily accept the opinions of others. What's more, soldiers on the Rhine front have special circumstances.
Continuously surrounded by enemies with absolute superiority, coupled with monsters who can be described as incarnations of death, will soon visit, and soldiers who can survive in this environment and can follow rational and ruled actions have passed the test of life and death. So they abandoned themselves, began to indulge in alcohol and drugs, and then went to seek religion to comfort their hearts.
It's just that the human mind is both slender and complex. Even in the limit state, humans will get used to it. At least humans cannot maintain the state of excitement inspired by fear and despair for a long time. Once a certain critical point is crossed, the excitement will cool down quickly, and then the human will fall into a state of complete collapse. When you can't even feel the tension, the human being is like a puppet with a broken thread, just paralyzed there, and can't do anything except breathe.
In this state, even if it is religion, it is quite difficult to paralyze the mind and then quickly wake up and drive the crowd. Because the main means by which religion attracts believers is to "promise a bright future", it will take a lot of effort to understand and believe in the "promised future" in the face of objects that have stagnate even independent thinking, not to mention the current situation. How much attractive is the promise of one or two? Can the so-called promise, even the glow of fireflies, attract people in the endless darkness to devote themselves to it? Now that every second counts, this approach is too inefficient.
More effective means must be adopted, at least to make these soldiers effective combat forces and free them from the status quo.
To break away from the status quo, sudden changes in the situation are necessary.
That is the hope called "Hero".
It is more reliable than empty promises and preaching, can show clear results, and can make people in despair believe that this person can take them out of desperation.
For the Charlemagne soldiers, it is the hero who has repeatedly created miracles and turned the impossible into a possible Holy Girl.
Hero, saint girl, miracle, redemption.
The soldiers had only these words in their minds, and the the podium was the actual embodiment of these words. As for who she is, what kind of life she has lived so far, and how she sees the status quo and the crowd cheering her. No one knows, and no one wants to know.
People are just blind enthusiasm, cheering blindly, the slightly violent fear and guilt in the girl's eyes did not reach their eyes.
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When everyone dragged their exhausted but exhausted bodies back to their barracks residence, Roland also returned to his own exclusive tent as one of the few privileges for women in the military. An tranquil and clean residence was always assigned to the officer and the officer. female. In Roland's identity, the assigned tent is far from the drunkard and the stinky men who have forgotten what women look like. But going back to the tent does not mean she can rest. As Charlieman’s hero and world-class idol, she still has a lot of work to do.
For example: read letters from admirers all over the country, and write them back.
It is normal for an admirer to write to an object of worship. On the one hand, it is to talk about one's feelings, on the other hand, it is also used in this way to create a sense of jointness between oneself and the object of worship. Especially today’s Charlemagne, a thousand amulets and family letters are no match for a letter from the Holy Girl, and military and political officials can’t compare with a word of consolation from the Holy Girl. The "light" of the Charlemagne is the "hope" of all the military and civilians.
In the face of the intense emotions of millions of people, even without considering the sense of cohesion and cohesion, Roland could not ignore those sincere voices. So fighting against the huge mountain of letters became his required course every night.
Unlike traditional politicians and nobles who ignore intelligence networks and mass politics, Roland is well aware of the power of masses and intelligence, so the role of "Holy Girl" has always been more like a professional idol than military generals and politicians. In addition to dealing with official documents and military affairs every day, we must also participate in various trivial public activities. We must go all out from the beginning to the end, and the same is true of replying to the worshippers. After all, it is very likely that those who haven't met each other will shed their blood on the field soon after sending the letter.
In fact, Li Lin's situation is almost the same. As a eloquent and worthy national leader, he has been deeply sought after by the national fanatics. Coupled with its special identity and established merits, the citizens of Alfheim regard it as a god. The dictator can receive a lot of letters and gifts from enthusiastic admirers from all over the country every day. Rao is a dictator with extraordinary energy and full of talents. He has to deal with so many letters and gifts every day. So a special letter office was set up, and a bunch of civilian staff were recruited to handle the reply work~EbookFREE.me~ Although it may be a little lack of sincerity, let’s not say that the outside world knows nothing about it, even if you know it, those fanatics Admirers themselves will also find reasons for dictatorship. The time is very precious and must be used to deal with great problems, such as world peace and national revival. It is a crime against the world to let the dictator spend precious time and energy on such small things as replying to letters.
It was not that Roland had never thought about setting up a similar department, but he had no time and no money, so he had to write a reply with himself and his companions.
The only thing that is thankful is that most of the letters are touted and inspired by the Saint Girl. As long as they are written according to a certain format template, the reply speed is actually very fast. After writing more, even the template is no longer needed, everyone is silently writing while chatting about work.
"The church has a new priesthood and the corresponding qualified people have arrived."
"What saint came this time? St. Joseph (carpenter adoptive father of the savior)? St. Valentine (patron saint of lovers)?"
"I'm afraid you are going to be disappointed. The two most popular saints, Saint George and Saint Marda, are here."
"This is really... a masterpiece."
The teacup shattered, and Favna gritted her teeth and said:
"But the goods are not dragons, can the spear and prayer (physical) smooth him out?"
"Maybe the church has its own ideas..."
The spider’s inference was interrupted by the sound of the stationery falling, and the girls turned their heads to look at Roland together, only to see he was holding a thin piece of stationery in a daze, his hands trembling slightly.
Across the folding table, the girls could not see the small writing on the letters, but the huge words written with blood at the end of the letters were clearly visible.
You are simply a murderer! Give me back my son! !
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