Chapter 796: 2. The 17 Moments in Spring (2)

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Even if you don't see the actual situation and hear such background sounds, it is not difficult for everyone to speculate what happened. And at the first time, the label of "Wang Xiejun" was attached to the head of the bad guy who beat him. You know, this wave of scumbags is notorious, and it is even more fierce than the occupying army to deal with its own people. So far, there seems to be no bad things that this group of villains cannot do.
Several of the carriages also speculated with their inherent impression, but soon found something was wrong, because the scolders used Charlemagne.
Is it the military police? It is indeed possible. Because of the eagerness to make up for the loss of early combat and the expansion of troops, Titans' recruitment threshold was greatly reduced. In addition to the young people who were looking forward to beautiful military uniforms, excellent military pay, and hero stories, a large number of social idlers also poured into the barracks. If it weren’t a little sensible, Prince Bernard even planned to adopt Dr. Oscar Dillewanger’s admonishment to organize criminals into a brigade dedicated to street fighting and suppression of guerrillas. This was finally done because of the collective opposition of Prime Minister Richelieu and the high-ranking Titans officers. This is the case. The origin of the newly recruited soldiers in Titans is still extremely complicated. As long as he can prove that he is a pure Charman, he is willing to allegiance. The country, the second prince and titans, and those who meet the age requirements, can all be mixed in. For a time, there were blood and anger in the barracks, traffickers in the pawns, and land ruffians and rogues. It was a super hodgepodge.
As all kinds of people flooded the troops, Titans' overall quality inevitably declined. Although the situation of the gendarmerie is better, it is also difficult to avoid such influences at first. Second, the power at hand is too large and lacks constraints. Therefore, the military police degenerate and degenerate faster, bullying men and women, and even committing crimes.
The military police of Guanjun Ji are all of this virtue, and the other troops needless to say.
Thinking of this, Minerva, who was about to look out of the car window, sighed slightly and pulled the brim lower. When she saw what was going on. Her throat seemed to be pinched, and her thin lips that opened slightly couldn't spit out a word.
An old woman fell down on the road, her hands clung to her head, her body curled up and shivered, a military boot kicked and stepped on again, and every time she kicked, her thin body rolled in the dust.
The executioner was a sturdy devil, with a round head, a full face, and a body strong like a stone. Titans uniforms were put on his body, and the collar of the third-level team was hung on the collar. The neckline hung with the Guadalajara Battle Medal and the War Injury Medal, and the left sleeve of the military police armband was empty, and fluttered with the wind.
The greasy third-level squad roared like a bear interrupted by hibernation, seeming to be angry. Why are there so many "killed Castilian" who are still alive and living so comfortably? , And he was interrupted by the guerrillas.
Disabled soldiers.
Today's Castilla can be described as a testing ground for new types of weapons, such as trench shot guns, human bombs, special attack airships, anti-infantry mines and other "inhumane weapons" that have been abused with impunity. At the same time, he threatened to shoot the other soldier using these weapons. Regardless of whether these death threats have been seriously implemented, those new toys that are "bashful" are producing a large number of bodies. It is also manufacturing mass disability.
A disabled soldier needs to occupy at least two soldiers and consume one serving of medicine and food, but cannot have a positive effect on the battle. The tragedy and howling will also torture other soldiers and combat morale-the weapon supplier introduced so. There is no doubt that they are correct, and therefore earn a lot of money. During the Battle of Guadalajara. Every day, a special train full of corpses and soldiers with missing arms and legs drove to the rear. The vacated train was full of soldiers and re-entered the front line. The prostheses made by v.e were in short supply, and the arms production line kept running day and night. The company's seniors were satisfied with this.
But the country can't laugh at this kind of thing. The front is now relatively calm. The number of deaths, injuries, and maimings has shrunk dramatically, but the impression of the previous losses is still there. Not to mention that many families have lost their husbands, sons, and brothers. The pension and placement of disabled soldiers alone is enough to make the Ministry of Finance sleepless.
As the weapons suppliers have said, in addition to the influence on the battlefield, disabled disabled soldiers will also bring economic and political burdens to the enemy country. If they can’t figure out what to do, they may also intensify social conflicts. It caused national unrest and even large-scale mutiny.
Obviously, no matter from which point of view, the disabled soldiers can not be left alone, but there seems to be no work for them. Manual work is definitely not enough. This group of old men can’t be placed in rural schools as teachers, and the administrative department doesn’t need a bunch of soldiers to help. Finally, after discussion, it was decided to select a part of the disabled military personnel with a low degree of disability and a certain culture to teach combat experience in the non-commissioned officers’ school, or to go to the gendarmerie to do security work. The rest of the people will either go to the newly established Les Invalides or return to their hometowns to participate in the "Meeting of Soldiers in the Township". The one who is now violent is the first case. The loss of an arm does not affect his opponent’s defense against the defenseless ordinary people.
The ideas of Charlemagne’s bureaucrats are still creative, but as everyone knows, all bad ideas look good before they were found to be bad ideas, but in practice it is not so.
Soldiers are hot-tempered, even more so when they are withdrawn from the front. Letting a group of grumpy soldiers do spy work is completely asking for trouble. If it is still a group of soldiers whose hearts are distorted due to physical disabilities, the trouble will increase at a geometric level.
Using a figurative analogy, that is hell.
Robbery, rape, murder... By comparison, beating is already "very light". Ordinary gendarmes chat while smoking, occasionally throwing a casual glance. The people lowered their heads without saying a word, fearing that the evil fire of that demon would be led to themselves by a word, but they watched silently like a flock of sheep.
"War always plunders everyone's most precious things."
"what did you say?"
"It's nothing."
Putting away the wry smile, Roland whispered:
"give it to me."
"Damn sow, inferior ethnic miscellaneous..."
The third squad made a burp, and flew at the old woman's shin.
"Do you know why you should be beaten? You know? I tell you, the Castilians must die. We can live!! Hahaha...!"
Once the words were over, it was another kick.
May be tired of this game, or dissatisfied with the audience's response, after a few words of one-armed man, his hand stretched out towards the waist with a pistol.
"Mr."
Someone put him on the shoulder and looked back. A young face was smiling at herself.
"what's up?!"
The deep gray eyes stared coldly, the bloodshot eyes seemed to spew out the fire, the scars on his face twisted and twitched like earthworms, and there was a pungent whiskey smell in his hair. The man was obviously a little drunk, very tired, and completely impatient. It seemed that a little stimulation could make him shoot.
The young man dressed as a businessman, unaware of the dangers in his immediate vicinity, still maintained his impeccable manner and said slowly.
"We have been waiting for a long time. How long will it be for us? Can we hurry up?"
In an instant, the raven was silent.
Merchants value time as much as money. It is also common to ask the soldiers guarding checkpoints for accommodation to avoid loss of time. But this Maotou came up with no money, and his speech was so rushing. The object was still the cruel and ruthless René third team squad. Isn't this death? In the end it was a young man who hadn't been out, and he was courageous. It's a matter of time. As for whether you will be beaten or will lose your life, it depends on Rene’s mood.
"you this……"
Rene scolded and pulled out his pistol. The women covered the children's eyes, and the men exclaimed in a low voice.
Snapped--!
The crisp voice spread, the pistol fell to the ground, René, who was staring at Venus, fell to the ground, and before he and others reacted, René had been pulled by the collar. Was pulled up from the ground.
"Asshole!"
"moron!"
"Mentally handicapped!"
"No talent!"
The sullen teenager bowed left and right and slapped every slap in the face, while René seemed like a conditioned reflex. He yelled
yes!
every time he slapped, until he ate 5 or 6 slaps. Only the other military police responded, and they yelled to surround the teenager and René.
"Do not move, raise your hand!"
A dozen rifles were aimed at his head, but the young man glanced at the gendarmes without fear, and the gendarmes swept by the icy sight like a real flicker slightly, almost shot.
"Put the gun down, soldier."
The boy coldly ordered to:
"Call your boss to speak to me. If you don't want to be dispatched to the north to repair the bunker, just do what I said."
"I am the commander here, let go of my men immediately, otherwise you will regret it."
The encirclement of the gendarmerie separated, and a third-level commando team leader, a fellow equivalent to an army warrant officer, came out, clutching a saber in his hand, his face full of anger.
In this village, he is the master, like a king, and the village is his village. He and his soldiers walked thousands of kilometers to this unfamiliar land, wanting to have a woman to play with, or get something, is it not reasonable? The little foreigner who dares to dare to act on his men is unforgivable. He must be hanged in public in the square later, so that others can see how dare to offend the gendarmerie.
Just as he was thinking about the teenager, the sharp-eyed third-level captain saw something shiny on the teenager's neck.
It's a matter of...National Knight Medal.
What the is this? ! !
The Gendarmerie Dargus almost shouted with his head in his arms, but the National Knight Medal was awarded by the Titan Commander or the second prince himself. There are only a few Charlemagne people with such medals on their necks. Dagus has forgotten which ones have won this highest honor, but any one of them can expect a terrible end.
A minute ago, I was still thinking about how to torture the dead gendarmerie captain, but he still felt unbelievable, not to mention that the boy’s age could not have the merits matching the medal, how could a guy dressed as a civilian wear Medal of Titans?
Obviously, this imp is a fake, not a spoiler or a spy or deserter, so arrogant that he dared to pretend to be an army in his own area. It seems to be a veteran who has succeeded many times. But this time he was unlucky and too smug, and met the savvy Captain Dags. If he can seize him, not only can he let the boy pay the price for insulting himself, but he can also make a big contribution. At that time, promotion and medals are not a problem.
Captain Dargus was very satisfied with his judgment, just as he was about to greet his hands. The teenager took out a booklet from his shirt pocket and threw it to Dagus, caught the small book, and swiped cold sweat from the head of Dagus.
"François Genel, commander of the second-level commando..."
"Reserve. Can I return the ID to me? Also, have you forgotten the etiquette you should have when you see the chief? Your Excellency Commander of the Gendarmerie Commando III?"
"Fei Fei, I'm very sorry... Ah, all standing upright, salute!"
"!"
The gendarmes quickly stood up for the gun salute, and the third-level squad deputy who dared to see Venus hurriedly raised his hand.
Roland looked coldly at the gendarmes, satisfied with the effect of the temporary idea. Now in the Charlemagne army. The medal is still a rare thing. Even the chest of many major generals is bare, and the national knight medal obtained by escorting the virgin is still enough to calm an ordinary officer. In addition, he originally had the honorary title of Titans, and this certificate is also a regular document obtained through normal procedures, but it is not archived in the Titans file.
As the so-called official kills the first grade, but here is a full seven grades higher, plus a high-level medal, the arrogant and brutal gendarmes have to converge. There was a scolding of pretense. After another full-hearted greeting, Roland assumed that he still had official duties. He dropped the captain of the gendarmerie who invited him to the banquet and returned to the carriage.
"It's really superb acting. Have you ever considered to be an actor after stepping down as governor?"
As soon as the door was closed, Jelena mocked unkindly, which was of a natural nature. More is the aversion to Titans, even if it is a fabricated lie, involving Titans will still make her feel very unhappy.
Despite understanding her mood, she did not like Titans, but Minerva was Charlemagne's princess and Roland's fiancee. She turned back to Selina with a harsh look. However, the latter did not converge, but instead seemed to provoke back.
(forgive me……)
Howling in his heart, Roland had to come out to play round.
"...Titan's problem is not so much a malpractice brought about by military management, it is a ideological problem."
"Ideology?"
Chewing on the new vocabulary, Elena, who was distracted, asked with interest:
"What do you mean."
"In short, it means that you are more noble than other races, and others should accept slavery unconditionally."
"Oh I got it."
Nodding, Elena intentionally or unintentionally cast a mocking glance out the window. The gendarmerie is dispersing the villagers, the trembling people, the brutal gendarmerie, and the church not far away have a panoramic view.
We are the race selected by God, we are the best. To obliterate heresy and bring civilization to the inferior race, this is the sacred mission given by the goddess to our generation. Only this point must not be forgotten.
The priests have been repeating these words tirelessly since a long time ago, and now Charlemagne has spread this set to publicize the nationals and soldiers. The right-wing scholars and arrow crusaders wrote in the pamphlet with a passionate tone-Charlie Man is not only the bearer of eastern civilization, but also the defender of western civilization. We also have the responsibility of turning higher civilizations into inferior nations. The mission of communication-such propaganda is instilled in the minds of the people and soldiers. Following a series of military adventures, the rapid defeat of Castile in the early days of the war strengthened the foresight of the "Castillas and other peoples in this land are inferior peoples" in the hearts of Charlieman. . Amid the noise of the propaganda machine, the soldiers even regarded the people in the occupied area as "herds".
However, in fact, there are still many civilians, especially those in the Basque region, who are very welcome to these aliens who came to "liberate" them from the "terrorist rule of Castilla".
"In the early days of the war, the residents welcomed Titans as they welcomed the liberators. The goodwill shown by most people is sincere. Before, I have been to Castile and can speak Castilian. , And can speak Charlemagne. I have seen their lives, so I understand how peasants here hate their landlords and the churches who do their best. Later, in order to carry out industrialization and increase defense spending, the farmers’ burden Heavier, their resentment towards the government is greater. The interrogation of the captives after the war showed that a considerable number of captives hoped to join Titans. The war against Castile. The people in many areas were Dealing with the occupying forces like friends. But since Titans began to exercise military control over the occupied areas and treat this land as a colony, their attitude has changed sharply."
"Thanks to your stupid occupation policy, the Castile slag-like propaganda agency finally pulled back one point, successfully awakening the patriotic enthusiasm deep in the hearts of every Castilian. For them, this This war is no longer a war between kings, but a great Patriotic War. They are willing to pay everything for the ultimate victory. All this is caused by you, it is ironic."
"Although it is uncomfortable. The facts are as you said."
Raising his hand to stop Minerva who wants to refute, Luo Lan Surong said:
"But things still have room to recover."
"...Also, after all, there is a stranger like you in the Charlie Manger."
Unlike Titan’s stupid occupation policy, Roland’s relatively modest SAR policy will not completely dispel hatred, but at least the two peoples in the SAR get along well, and the governor’s office grants a fair degree of equality and freedom to the people under the rule. It also defaults to the existing ruling facts of the Charlemagne. Terrorist activities and high-pressure retaliation have decreased significantly, and business is active. The standard of living has improved significantly.
In the eyes of ordinary people, the difference between the special zone and the Titans is the contrast between heaven and hell. Such a strong contrast caused a large number of people in the surrounding areas to flow into the SAR, and people who could not enter the SAR also had a glimmer of hope-if the Governor’s authority expands, will his life improve like the SAR?
These delicate psychology and the national will to "resolutely resist to the end" will form a delicate balance. Its specific performance is that on the one hand, the resistance movement in the area of ​​Titans is flourishing, but the people's support for the guerrillas is somewhat reserved. of. On the other hand, within the resistance movement, there was a split because of whether to re-evaluate the Governor of the Salbadu District and whether he should have contact with it. Although it has not yet developed to the point of open division, the impact of disagreement has become apparent.
Roland's advance and retreat directly determine the destination of the SAR, and even Castile.
Going further, Charlemagne will successfully promote its rule in the occupied territories and take a solid step toward the road of world hegemony.
Take a step back. The Castilians will completely give up their last illusions, and Castile will become a huge quagmire that devours Charlemagne's ambitions and his soldiers.
"There are not many people who can sway the world situation at this age. For me to see, probably the president is the only one."
"Different."
Roland shook his head, his tone particularly firm.
"He is different from everyone."
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The moths are flying in the air, flapping slowly with the rebellious wings, and the color and pattern of the wings change in a blink of an eye and blend into the surrounding environment.
Through special techniques for discoloration and mimicry, silently walking through the streets and alleys, the actions of the entire Tars village are under the supervision of hundreds of compound eyes, and various kinds of information are aggregated into a hidden place.
――It was a very dark place.
Wet, icy, and narrow, it makes people feel that the dark and small elements are all available. Candles were lit all around, and under that faint candlelight, the shadow extended and twisted, adding a mysterious and strange atmosphere to the space.
In the dark space, a young man was humming a melody happily.
This young man has a ferret-like smooth white hair, and the sculptural appearance is under the transformation of light and shadow. From time to time, it will also interpret the old-like deep.
"Huh?"
I don't know when a moth appeared on the finger of a young man out of thin air, emitting a weak green fluorescence, a moth that could not exist in reality.
Playing with the moth in common with his fingers, the young man laughed happily.
"This is really...that guy is desperately guarding against death~EbookFREE.me~ Trying everything to prevent the wind from leaking, the most important toy is still here with his own will. It is too ironic to say that this is the arrangement of fate. ."
According to the rules and regulations and the obligations of being a subordinate, this kind of thing should be reported immediately, and no delay is allowed.
but--
"It's not bad, no, it should be great."
Playing with moths, the young man-the direct officer of the Chief Officer of Alfheim, the chief of the strongest guard "Seven Deadly Sins", "arrogant" Walgrewo smiled.
He smiled extremely joyfully.
"Important toys deviate from the set track and rush towards the direction completely away from the goal... When I see this after years of hard work, what kind of wonderful expression will appear on the always calm face? ?"
Quietly quietly, intoxicated by imagination, Walgrevo did not notice that his little fingers were shaking slightly. To be continued. .