Chapter 582 Who is the will of the country?
Two long-horned red vipers with bulging bellies squirmed out from the cracks in the pyramid, spitting out letters and crawling to Imrik's side. Their thin waists as thick as buckets wanted to wrap around the favored one.
Snakes originating from the desert at the southern end of Lustria are larger than their ordinary compatriots. They are vicious in nature and carry highly venomous nature. They have become creatures at the top of the food chain simply by being able to twist steel plates.
But even this creature was grabbed by Imrik's head with two hands and thrown towards the pyramid.
"Stay away from me. I hate you cold-blooded things the most. It's best not to get closer than five meters. I'm allergic to snakes." The
intelligent Red Viper thought this was just a joke and continued to crawl over.
There was a hilarious scene between the two parties. The giant snake was thrown and crawled back, and Imrik continued to throw it.
The captain of the guard next to him couldn't stand it anymore. He heard that there were monkeys in Indy that manipulated snakes to perform fighting, but he didn't expect that the prince could demonstrate it now.
"Ahem, Prince, the time is almost up, Oliveira should be waiting."
After receiving the reminder, Imrik suddenly realized. This time he used some strength to throw the red viper to the top of the pyramid, clapped his hands, and turned around to leave. When, ask Creon side by side.
"How are those ogres arranged? I hope they are not freeloaders. If they don't have any strength, then let the vampires transform into undead and work hard for me for a lifetime." "The cannibals led by Mu
Geer The demons are quite well-behaved, and they have done just fine with the things we arranged. They have been sent to the Patriot Army to serve as heavy-armed assaulters."
Creon felt a little surprised when he thought of those ogres. As long as he fed them When he's full, he puts on fine steel plate armor and a human-thick armor-piercing sledgehammer. He's simply a heartless killing machine.
There was an encounter that made these ogres completely famous. When they moved their positions, they encountered Druchi's commando team. The number of people was five times different. The ogres relied on their tenacious physique to survive when their armor was blocked. Even after being pierced with hundreds of cracks, he still lives tenaciously.
And those druzis who were smashed into pulp by sledgehammers were used as nutrients and were able to go to the battlefield again within a few days.
The natural monster race can only have a weak brain.
"Compared with him and Damian, who do you think will win?" Imrik said about the barbarian who had been away for a long time. If he were here, he might have stormed into Kislev City alone and killed Katrine. The head was crushed.
"Are you overestimating the ogres or underestimating Damian?" Creon joked. Of the three humans, Damian was the one he liked the most, not for any other reason than because he was a little stupid.
"That's true. I hope he had a good time fighting with the greenskins."
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After receiving about six hours of war knowledge, Oliveira's mind was a little dizzy.
He did not expect that the first thing Masnow taught was not specific tactical planning, but political theory.
Masno, who was holding a small notebook, talked eloquently, "War is a military manifestation of the country's will and a means. Politics itself is just a means to realize the country's will. So to sum up, both are It is to use different means to achieve a goal, and who determines this goal, Oliveira, tell me."
Oliveira frowned and thought, the national will...
who can serve as the representative of the national will, the ruler, the parliament, People, but there are inherent contradictions among these three. It seems that who can say a lot of reasonable things to make the class they belong to become the leader of the country.
"I don't know, but from my point of view, it's the people."
"Very good, this is an answer that suits you. Let's take this as a standard answer for the time being and continue to serve the people of the country." Masnow left to Ollie When Vera thinks about it, he wants to train a general with independent ideas, not a brainless non-commissioned officer. "Back to our question, given the current situation in Caledo, there is no one who can best embody the will of the country than the prince." "
This is natural. The prince is the unquestionable ruler, and his bloodline has decided to carry Caledo on his back. In the name of many."
Masnot has no good opinion of the blood theory. This theory can maintain its superiority when there are few people, and the elite social structure is enough to ensure stability. But once the population increases, the rising class will For those who challenge the traditional elite, it is the kingdom that ultimately suffers the consequences.
Whether to get results after intense conflict or to slowly reform and change his mind, he chose the latter.
"Putting aside the theory of blood, why do you think that the prince has completely mastered Caledor in only more than ten years?"
This question is a bit difficult for a soldier who only received compulsory education. In his mind, he only has loyalty to The thoughts of the dragon lord, instead of thinking about why one should be loyal.
Oliveira continued to think, based on the knowledge network taught by Masnot, and said with some doubts,
"Because the prince meets the interests of all classes, the Dragon Prince has the possibility of the dragon awakening. As long as he remains loyal, They can obtain better resources. And the civilian class is also threatened by Druchi all the year round. The ideas of a war faction can not only satisfy the psychological needs, but also gain status in the war." "Yes, you are very good
. The ruler needs to have a proposition. If this proposition is recognized by the majority of people, the power will naturally be stable and maintained, but there is also a hidden danger." Masnow opened the notes on the march into Nagaroth in his diary and
recalled The scene at that time could only make me sigh.
"Do you know why after the Battle of Lustria, the Caledorian army set off directly to Naggaroth?"
Oliveira felt that why the old boss liked to show off so much, and there was no reason to teach a soldier his experience, which would rise to a reasonable level of rule. Sexually.
"You'd better tell me directly. How do I know about the decision-making level?"
"The Lustria battlefield yielded very little. We helped the lizardmen get rid of the rats, but in the eyes of most people, this was just a demonstration. Good behavior is to ensure the stability of the colony. At this point, even if the prince gave a large number of rewards after the war, it is still difficult to meet the needs of everyone. They want to be heroes, but they don’t know what the foundation of becoming a hero is." "
So. The battlefield of Naggaroth was successfully opened. Krakaronde is not a priority target in our strategy formulation. As long as the underground sea is blocked, the City of Destruction will lose most of its value. What is really important is Karonde who controls the sea area. ·Karl, Hagrid Grave of the largest arsenal and barracks. In other words, we have not formulated a general offensive plan against Druchi in the short term." Although I really want to ask who "we" refers to,
but Oliveira knew that one had to be smart and thought about Masnot's explanation of this matter.
An incredible thought came to mind, "So the prince launched a war against Druzi immediately after the Lustria battlefield due to domestic public opinion and the pressure from the Phoenix Court?" "Well, this
war It meets the interests and needs of the parliament, that is, the nobility, and the common people, but for the prince, it is actually a troublesome matter. There is no population in the country to fill Nagaroth. We have a lot of resources in our hands, but we lack suitable uses. A large number of manpower will also need to be stationed in various places.”
After talking for so long, Masnot poured himself a glass of wine to moisten his throat, "Destroying a city, with Druchi's reproductive ability, it can be restored after some time. The nobles and common people think this is a huge victory. But the prince thought it was just a waste of time and energy. Once Krakarond was destroyed, it would take a long time to find a suitable place to train troops from Anaheim north, which would increase many potential risks. Moreover, the most important people It didn't appear..."
He thought about it and let it go. He didn't intend to continue analyzing this matter, and instead came to the conclusion, "Having said so much, in fact, it can only be summed up in one thing. The idea of being a prince has nothing to do with it. When most people disagree, which side will you stand on. You also understand that if you stand on the side of the majority, I will definitely not teach so carefully, but I hope you will tell the truth." "I will definitely be loyal to the prince
. , His Highness gave me all this." Oliveira shrugged and acted extremely relaxed. He didn't like the masters of the parliament, nor did he like the officials who clamored to go to the battlefield all day long.
"Very good, it's almost time now. Let's go see the prince." Masnuo closed the small notebook and issued an eviction order. Before the swordsman left, he reminded the swordsman, "Remember, you just need to continue to maintain your current situation.
" The things that should belong to you will be obtained sooner or later. Calm down and don’t have other ideas." "I understand,
and I hope I can live to see that day."
Leaving a dashing figure behind, the sharp blade embarks on the mission again During his journey, only a big sword, a symbol of his glory, was left to Masnuo for safekeeping.
(End of chapter)