Chapter 898: Twelve. For the motherland (3)

"How can they do this? How can they do this?!!!"
The hysterical roar made the magnificent gate of the office virtually useless. The sentry guarding the gate involuntarily moved sideways to avoid the horrible noise attack. After a sigh, the two young men shrugged at the same time.
Shouting—whether in a public place or in a government office—is uncultivated behavior and should be blamed and ordered to make corrections. But if you are like the people in this office, you are dealing with a group of lunatics who can't see the reality all day. For a long time, you will also yell at yourself.
Both Minerva and Roland have received higher education, and the living environment has extremely strict requirements for etiquette, which also does not prevent them from being driven almost crazy by some people.
"Extremely stupid!!"
Roland slammed a stack of documents on the table with a hard palm.
"There are no legs in XX!"
Roland was really gasped by the Army Red Deer, and even the scolding of the Alfheim Kingdom came out. The Minerva sitting opposite him frowned, and he was scolding his mother in the same way, hindering the queen and the lady. Identity can only echo Roland in my heart.
—It’s so stupid.
Every Charlemagne who had a clear head and had a minimum grasp of the situation responded to this after seeing Plan 17. It's crazy, it's giving away, it's betraying the country...it can be anything bad, but it's not a viable combat plan.
Use modern infantry to attack modern fortifications with aircraft and artillery? This is completely beyond the level of jokes, and has reached the level of mythology, which is even more mythical than the section of the Polish birdman cavalry who used a saber to cut a German barbarian tank. The only result of this stupid plan is to achieve the reputation of the elven machine gunner, which can be used to scare ignorant women and children more than the German "Omaha Beast" who used MG42 as a 6,000-meter ghost.
For thousands of Charlemagne families who have lost their husbands, sons, and fathers, all they get is a death notice, a title of "military god", and a broken family.
This is going crazy!
Long before the war with Yalfheim, Roland had foreseen all this accurately. Now the development of the war has strengthened his belief: the only rational way is to try to get as much time as possible to reach a ceasefire with the countries, at least to maintain A state of peace with Yalfheim. But in the eyes of Crown Prince Louis and his party leaders, although the situation is not optimistic, it is by no means desperate. The nations have not recovered from the previous series of strikes. The "thief army" (Charlieman did not recognize the Yalfheim regime and characterized it as a rebel). The shocking advance was also returned, Charlieman The military production is slowly returning to pre-war levels, a large number of trained recruits are entering the barracks, Guadalcanal’s caves have ended their bloodshed by means of "broken tail survival", and Charlemagne still has enough resources to come. Launch and maintain an extremely powerful counterattack.
"Numbers, numbers! Does he know that numbers are deceptive!"
Roland patted the document hard, his eyes almost burst into flames, he almost mobilized all his self-control to prevent the dirty words from continuing to spray out of his mouth.
"He only saw more and more troops on the preparation table. Why didn't he go to the barracks, even the children and the elderly put on military uniforms and carry guns! Most middle-aged talents just learned to shoot! These troops are not on the battlefield. To fight, to die!"
"I know everything you said, and I told them all, but Brother Wang, they couldn't even hear it."
Minerva's anger also came up. The pressure that had accumulated all of a sudden burst out. As a female and a royal family, she endured more criticism and pressure than men. At this moment, all the grievances and depressions poured out.
"I tried everything in one breath, persuasion, threats, intimidation, facts, reasoning, what was the result? Everyone took me as air, everyone agreed to a truce, everyone disagreed to stop their front He said in his mouth that if he tried harder on this side, the war would be over successfully!"
"Oh my god……"
With all his strength drained away, Roland slumped in a high-back office chair.
He expected that it would be difficult for Charlemagne to stop the truce when he could still fight, and now there is a big victory that is inspiring and it will be quite difficult to convince the citizens to accept the deliberations. But Roland was also clear that the people of Charlemagne had been exhausted by the war that could not be seen at the end. Thanks to the economic blockade and wartime burdens of all countries, the enthusiasm of nationalism and patriotism has now cooled down a lot. Hunger and taxation have lowered people’s blood sugar levels while also raising people’s IQ. As long as they spend more effort on publicity, People who desire bread and a stable life are not unacceptable for "decent peace."
However, as the saying goes, "It's hard to buy it, I knew it early, but I didn't expect it." Roland did everything, underestimating the degree of stupidity of Charlemagne nobles and bureaucrats.
Charlemagne is now a feudal country with militarism and a little genetically modified fascism, but this country is not an dictatorship, a dictatorship, a power, a country. Although Prince Louis is powerful, he is not an Austrian mustache corporal or Italian. A dictator like a big jaw. At an essential level, this is a country managed by factions and bureaucrats. The people who control power give priority not to national interests, but to the gains and losses of their own small groups. They are only loyal to the groups they belong to. Taking advantage of myself and going all out, I don’t care about the views of other groups at all, and I don’t care about what serious damage may be caused to the country in the end-just like the relationship between the past kings, lords, courtiers, cai, and people, Only now, in order to make his behavior look more legitimate, the old man in the temple and the elite staff in the staff will wear a "patriotic" coat.
This group of who took advantage of the war, full of bureaucracy and self-centered bastards, when they faced the responsibility of armistice, the bastard's answer was: "We all agree that the war should be over. We have different opinions." To translate adult language is not to oppose a truce, nor to other armies or fronts, but I can’t stop here, maybe I will surrender if I fight again.
A bunch of bastards! !
Outspoken accusations, not only against stupid bureaucrats, but also someone with a trick.
Originally, Roland expected to use a large and small failure to set up Charlemagne as a step to end the war as soon as possible, but was forced to become an inspiring victory. Under the vigorous propaganda of the propaganda machine, even the peasants in the countryside now know that the Holy Girl is coming to rescue Charlemagne, the kingdom wipes out the pointed ears heresy and foreign countries are just around the corner. Everyone must work hard, the Kingdom and the Holy Girl need your support.
Normally, people with sound minds will never heed these gossips, but the people in trouble can finally see a beam of light that tears the darkness, and the strong hope suddenly turns into excitement, and then into a firm belief, any Disrespect for the saint girl and defeatist remarks will be spontaneously resisted by the people. In some areas where the saint girl's faith is particularly strong, some unlucky eggs that do not shut the door are torn apart by angry people before being thrown into prison. Too.
The above behavior is actually a kind of psychological compensation. When people face what is about to be lost, the nervous system often produces the necessary psychological compensation. The famous thirty is like a wolf, and the forty is like a tiger. More tears). There is no trace of anxiety about Charlieman’s fanaticism about the country falling into the storm, but even if Roland spoke out these words, no one would believe them. People will only believe what they are willing to believe-even if what they believe is ridiculous in the eyes of others. If someone asserts that these are not needed, people can still live, either because they don’t understand the world, or they live happily, and they don’t even feel that they have denied them the only thing that people cannot be robbed by others.
Roland is not an iron-hearted monster or a person who does not understand people's hearts. He knows exactly what the beliefs of many saints' worshipers are. He has no right to blame him, and he can't do cruel behavior that tramples on others' hearts. The only thing he can do is to remain silent and allow the crazy anxiety and depression to form a block in his heart.
Silence, deathly silence.
After a moment, Roland said with a calm expression and voice:
"Things have come to an end, we can only take extraordinary measures."
"Very...? Is it...?!"
Minerva's face, which had just been relieved, suddenly turned white, and Roland placed his hands together on the desk and nodded vigorously.
"Senior admonishment."
He spread the cards on the table at once.
"Once the offensive against Yalfheim starts, we will be transferred to the front line and the defensive army will consume. No one in the rear can contain him. At that time, the soldiers will not have enough available combat power. The infamy of "selling the thief" and "behind the knife" not only left the handle of the opponent's attack, but also left the soil for revenge."
"Wait……"
"We can forge the illusion that some new school radical soldiers have launched a rebellion, in the name of protecting government agencies, let the Marines and convoys control the key departments, and end everything before the Army reacts."
"Wait, this..."
"Your Majesty has not fallen into the hands of the gang. As long as the king comes out to endorse the matter afterwards, then there will be no problem with the Dayi reputation. The church will also keep its eyes closed."
"Roland!!! Roland!!!"
Minerva's voice seemed distant, but the restlessness and surprise could be heard. But at this moment, Roland has no time to pay attention to the meaning. He blindly thought about getting into a dead end and isolating everything around him from himself.
Shame, fear, guilt, boredom—all kinds of emotions fought in the heart, forcing Roland to move in a certain direction. If he didn’t, he might collapse in an instant.
Words that do not stop all this;
If you don't stop the pace of the world going forward;
Without destroying that guy’s plan;
The obsessive-compulsive logic kept turning in my head, without thinking, without thinking, and with the black feelings straightened out into language.
As soon as you think of the guy and the memories you experience when you share your feelings with Grete, the horrible fragments are automatically pieced together. Those eyes without emotion and humanity, the tone without any ups and downs, the empty, nothing, and no problem with this heart-these fragments of memory make Roland into an uncontrollable vortex of emotions , By forcing your own thinking, to temporarily forget the fear.
at this time--
"Ugh……?"
It was dark all around, and the soft feeling surrounded him. After Xu Yu, he realized that Minerva hugged himself.
The hands resting on the table were about to be lifted, and they hung down weakly at the moment.
"Minerva...?"
"...It's okay, it's okay."
The reassuring scent reaches the cranial nerves through the respiratory tract, whispering in the ear, soft, warm, and gentle agitation spread throughout the body-this is a long-standing sensory experience, just like a child held by a mother. This kind of complete peace of mind and happiness permeated Roland's heart. Without being shy, Roland was immersed in Minerva's arms.
"It's okay, it's okay..."
Minerva repeated, rubbing the back of the teenager's head with his right hand, hugs and soft whispers gradually melted the horror condensed in Roland's heart, just as the freezing cold body regained the temperature, and the nausea accumulating on the chest gradually subsided.
Probably the so-called cure is this feeling-Roland subconsciously thought.
but. The human body and spirit are extremely realistic things... As soon as I took it easy, the teenager immediately noticed things that had not been discovered before: touching the breath near the ear, the scent that tickles the nose, and sticking it on his face On... a soft body.
Minerva's figure is in a slender range, but she is not thin or plump. After all, she is still in development. But the virgin ketone body at this stage of development already possessed enough feminine charm. At this moment, Roland's face was buried deeply between Bao Lei. Due to the series of appeasing movements just now, the neckline was loosened. Through the slits of the stand-up collar coat and thin underwear, white and soft skin appeared in front of Roland's eyes, and the sweet fragrance of sweat poured directly from the skin into the nasal cavity with breath.
"……what!"
Realizing that a certain part of the body, which was also in the developmental stage, was becoming vaguely energetic, Roland couldn't help but emit an embarrassing and embarrassing whine, and then his body flicked back.
While Roland made a sound, Minerva looked right in the direction of his retreat, and seemed to have noticed that part of the change. The side of the face would have flushed cheeks and ear roots in front of Roland.
"Yes, sorry!"
Roland lowered his head in embarrassment, knowing that he also blushed to his ears. His face was not thick enough to show an indifferent expression after he found his impulse for the opposite with a good affection. In other words, regarding the experience of men and women, Roland is completely a blank brother. When faced with such an embarrassing situation, he was full of self-confidence and shame about the fact that he was clearly disturbed by a nightmare and reacted without contact with the opposite sex.
The young man secretly raised his eyes while scolding his excessively faithful body in his heart.
If she discovered this kind of thing, maybe she would hate it? Even if you are not hated, will you leave unpleasant memories? Concerns such as this make the brain confused. But the teenager's worry has not become a reality, it is better to say that-
"That...I..."
Minerva's expression did not show any anger or disgust, although the girl also blushed and her scattered eyes fell on the floor tiles. But at least he didn't feel angry, and it seemed that he was at a loss because of shyness.
Pressing the throbbing chest, Minerva slowly turned back to his eyes, just facing Roland's raised face, the two stood staring at each other for a while.
For a long time, although the embarrassed expression remained on his face, the girl still controlled herself and smiled.
"...!"
Roland looked away panicking again.
Roland does not deny that he has a good opinion of Minerva.
From the first meeting, this brave young girl has a unique appeal, her clumsiness, her tenderness, her ambition, her helplessness, her strong stubbornness-all attracted Roland. Although there are also good feelings for several other girls, Minerva can be said to be a special one. After entering a common life and experiencing a series of events, this feeling is getting stronger.
Because of this, Roland will notice the extremely subtle and ubiquitous sense of violation between the two.
There is no doubt that Roland's favor for Minerva is turning to a clear liking, but does Minerva really like him?
Minerva's favor is to the "savior" who can save Charlemagne? Or for Roland Dalk personally? Roland looked at Minerva~EbookFREE.me~ But what Minerva looked at was Roland...or the "hero" portrait portrayed in her heart?
What makes Roland even more disturbed is that this good impression of Minerva and all of Minerva's own behaviors-will it also be the result of manipulation by that family?
Nearly disgusting fear and anxiety flashed through my mind. Because of his love for Minerva, and because of all these concerns, Roland could not let go of her.
But...Although there is a serious word on his mouth, it is also true that his instinct is hungry for Minerva.
Driven by the palpitations of impulse, the young girl with nervous and hopeful expression slowly approached. When she was almost close to her, the young man's trembling hands pressed on the girl's arm. The blushing girl slowly closed her eyes, and the teenager was attracted by the lips in front of her eyes, unable to move, sniffing the scent of nectar flowing out of the hair, and the brain that felt the touch of the lips was paralyzed, leaving the soft bud-like lips in front of the eyes. Zoom in.
Unthinkable moment.
It is supposed to be a very blissful moment.
The sense of discord was still lingering in Roland's heart, and the alarm of "this is not right" sizzled in the bottom of my heart.
At the moment when the two pairs of lips were about to touch, the airy flute ripped open the superheated air.
The thought of "a pity" passed by, and the paralyzed brain quickly recovered its function. Before feeling embarrassed, Roland had recognized that it was the prelude to "The Glory March of Yalfheim", and the body immediately entered a state of war. Minerva, who hurriedly sorted out her clothes, bypassed the oversized desk and opened the window door, filling the office with excitement over the entire Charlemagne and the world.