People are selfish.

Count Laurent was essentially a layman. He is afraid of death, and he will not anger Tianhao because of a small "little thing". This is the biggest difference between him and the Marquis of Brackbarn.

"Very good, I've seen your embrace of the Empire." Tianhao was pleased with the performance of these white defectors, of course, he knew very well that this was not because of his personal charm, or the result of the previous promise of a reward, but more from the crushing of military force and the tall, heavily armed Imperial Forbidden Army soldiers standing on the surrounding walls.

"Next, I'm going to talk about education." Tianhao's expression was solemn and serious: "The slums of this city are full of crimes, murder, robbery, selling harmony, smuggling, human trafficking, and all kinds of dirty and ugly acts, there are too many to count. Ladies and gentlemen, you are all people who have contributed to the Empire, and you will soon be able to obtain your respective fiefdoms. You will be the rulers of the cities. Now, I have a question, what will you do to solve the evils that have arisen in the slums of your respective fiefdoms? ”

It's a simple question that doesn't need to be thought through.

"Send the police to catch them."

"Hang those criminals."

"Turn all the filthy and despicable poor devils into slaves and whip them on the back."

These answers can't be said to be wrong, Tianhao just sat on the throne and smiled, patiently waiting for all the white people, including Count Laurent, to finish speaking, and then smiled faintly: "These methods can only deal with adults." But for those children, violence cannot be used. Be gentle, care for them, let them feel the warmth of the empire. ”

Count Laurent asked uncertainly, "Your Majesty, do you mean to let them go to school for an education?" ”

Tianhao nodded slightly: "No one is born a criminal, as long as they are given the opportunity, they can become useful people to society." Education starts with the child, and this is the key. ”

A nobleman frowned and said, "Your Majesty, the problem is that we don't have so many teachers, and we don't have enough monks. ”

The monks of the Holy See are one of the main sources of teachers, and they have the vast majority of knowledge in this world.

"I'll give you enough teachers." Tianhao let out a soft, incomprehensible smile. Then his tone became a little cold and tough: "I announce that from today onwards, all city-states will enforce the teaching of dragon language. ”

The white defectors looked at each other, and finally focused their eyes on Count Laurent.

It's not a comfortable thing to be in the spotlight at this time. The earl stood up and asked suspiciously, "Your Majesty, the dragon language teaching...... What does that mean? ”

"Schools and teachers must teach in our language." Tian Hao especially accentuated the pronunciation of the word "we": "Please note: the dragon language, that is, the language we use. ”

The Earl understood this, and he suddenly became short of breath: "Don't use English? ”

"Yes." Tianhao's dark eyes didn't show the slightest emotion, and he finally released the majesty that an emperor should have, as well as a terrifying and powerful aura at this moment.

Two very simple words, unfamiliar syllables that Count Laurent had never heard before. He was stunned for a few seconds, and then immediately reacted that this was the so-called "dragon language".

As for the meaning expressed...... Even if the earl couldn't understand this language, he could guess more or less through Tianhao's attitude.

"But......" Count Laurent, trying to restrain his emotions, trying to find a suitable and cautious wording, "Your Majesty, there is no need to do so. As for the funding of education, this money should be our responsibility and in no way put any burden on the Empire...... Really, please believe in our sincerity. ”

"Very good!" Tianhao was waiting for this sentence, and a deeper smile appeared on his face than just now: "Since you insist on doing this, then I can't refuse." But my will is irreversible, repeat: from today onwards, all schools and teachers must teach in the Dragon language. ”

Count Laurent's heart sank suddenly.

He subconsciously turned sideways to look around, and found that all the white defectors had panicked expressions and complicated expressions.

"Your Majesty, this is Saxon, it's London, it's where we grew up." Laurent turned to face Tianhao and pleaded out as never before: "We have become accustomed to using our own language, which is a tradition and a ......"

"Nothing in this world will be eternal." Tianhao interrupted the Count's words, his tone was calm, but there was a resoluteness that could not be ignored, and of course, more majesty: "Strength is the basis that determines everything. If you had won the Northern War, you would have been standing with me standing now, and you or your king would be in this position. It is a pity that the Holy Lord did not hear your prayers, and the gods apparently did not show you the dawn of victory, so now that I am sitting in this position, you are also compelled to surrender your own king. ”

The meaning of ridicule was unmistakable, and Tianhao did not hide his contempt. The white men standing at the foot of the throne steps became panicked, their eyes wide open in horror, and they involuntarily leaned together, as if the giant soldiers around them might pounce at any moment and cut off their heads with sharp knives.

"No, you can't do that." Count Laurent plucked up his courage and forced himself to argue: "When you surrendered, you promised to keep our property and ensure our safety and that of our families. ”

"Yes, I did." Tianhao interjected unceremoniously: "But I didn't promise to give you autonomy in education and other matters. You are a cultured man, a nobleman, or a chancellor of the Saxon kingdom. Presumably your memory should be good and you can't go wrong. As I said before, the Empire is responsible for the funding of education, and you are the one who strongly demands it. Well, then it's up to you to pay for it, but it's absolutely non-negotiable when it comes to dragon language teaching. Count remember every word you say, it is a felony to deceive the king. If you and your family don't want to be chopped to death with a knife, do as you say. ”

Laurent's face was bloodless, and he found himself in a terrible trap with no chance of escaping. He wanted to blame the other party, but he couldn't find any basis.

"Please, let's keep a little of what belongs to us!" Count Laurent's lips trembled: "We will never betray, we will not rebel, but words ......"

"You can refuse the dragon language, but only for you." Tianhao's gaze never left Lawrence's eyes: "I said that dragon language teaching is aimed at children, as well as young people. I don't want to dwell on this issue because it makes no sense. Now, there is only one thing you have to do, and that is obedience. ”

……

The audience meeting ended quickly, and all the white defectors left the megastructure along the route they had come.

In the distance, groups of civilians lined up under the escort of dragon soldiers and walked slowly towards the northern gate. The line is so long that there is no end in sight.

The war created slaves, who were important assets of the empire. With the assault on the southern continent, the north was the empire, and the most dangerous heavy physical work was carried out by white slaves. Of course, their mortality rate would be high, but the imperial government would not have to spend a penny on pensions for it.

Count Laurent felt that his legs were as heavy as lead, and he could not lift them up anyway, so he could only stand still and watch the civilians who had been forcibly removed.

"Smack!"

A dark figure rushed from the side and gave him a hard slap in the face.

It was Baron Gaspar, the middle-aged man who had argued with Tianhao before.

"You damn liar, dirty coward!" He raised his hand and pointed at the Count of Laurent, and rebuked angrily: "I am a brainless fool who actually listened to your lies and helped you betray His Majesty." You...... Do you remember what you said before? You said that the Giant King promised us autonomy, promised us the right to free trade, promised us that we could become independent city-states...... You deceived us, deceived us from the beginning! ”

Count Laurent covered his beaten cheek, and after a short period of numbness, there was a burning pain. He forced the pain in his eyes and forced himself to show a hideous expression: "What did I deceive you? His Majesty has promised you a fief, and it is a city with a population of not less than half a million. How you manage it is your business, and who you do business with is your freedom, isn't this the independent city-state of your dreams? Gaspar, don't be too greedy, don't forget that we are the vanquished, and neither King George nor His Majesty the Emperor will tolerate such a thing as a "state within a state". You've got everything you want, what more could you want? ”

"He's going to teach the dragon language!" Baron Gaspar was furious: "I refuse to obey such a ridiculous order, I refuse to accept such a law. I'm a Saxon, not a savage monster of the north! ”

"You damn bastard!"

Suddenly, Laurent lunged like a lion, drew her dagger and stabbed the unsuspecting Gaspar. The latter was stopped by several persuasive nobles, and for a moment he couldn't dodge, so he watched as Laurent swung his knife into his chest and slashed through the middle of his body along the gap in his ribs.

"You're going to kill us, you're going to kill everyone." The Count gritted his teeth and stabbed the dagger forward hard, he grabbed Gaspar's hair with his left hand, forcing him to tilt his head back, and then approached the baron, who was on the verge of death, and roared in his ear: "The Saxons have long been finished, only Brackban is the real warrior, he died on the battlefield, not surrendered voluntarily for family and money like you...... It's not a shameful act, but your so-called glory and justice are ridiculous in comparison. While laughing at me, why don't you want to think that you are also on the same side as me. You worked harder than anyone else when you betrayed the king...... Hehe, what right do you have to accuse me? ”

The tip of the knife slashed through the heart, and Baron Gaspar looked at the count with wide eyes, but his eyes gradually lost their brilliance, and the strength of his body gradually faded, and he fell limply to the ground.

Count Laurent bent down and wiped the dagger clean from the clothes on the surface of the corpse. He stood up and swept over everyone with his indifferent eyes.

"From the moment we decided to seize and hand over King George, times had changed. There is no more Saxon, no more the so-called League of Kingdoms. Forget all that was before! Now there is only the Dragon Empire. Betraying one's own monarch was a despicable act, and this kind of thing could only be done once, so we sold George for a very high price and also got the benefit we wanted. ”

The face of the nearest nobleman was ugly, his face was full of anger, and his voice was low: "Enough, Laurent, how can you say such things?" ”

"My words are ugly, but they are true." The Count had already thought about it, and he laughed, laughing unscrupulously, laughing maniacally: "Hahahaha, throw away the last bit of disguise and hypocrisy!" We're all a bunch of scumbags, and we can't talk about who is more noble than whom. Since His Majesty the Emperor has already made a decision, it is impossible to change it. ”

"We don't have a chance, we can't turn back......"

Putting the dagger back into its scabbard, Count Laurent turned, and walked with a slightly trembling but determined step towards the empty city in the distance.

……

Teaching dragon language is not as simple as words. As the main forces of the various regiments moved south, all obstacles from Morent County to Wisson County, south of London, were cleared in a little more than a month, and Tianhao, who had set up the front headquarters and camp in London, also waited for the first batch of trainers.

That's three thousand white people who have been trained in systematic dragon language in Rock City.

Previously, they were officers and soldiers in the Kingdom Alliance. Because they had a certain cultural foundation, they were selected from the prisoners of war, did not bear heavy labor, and spent a lot of time learning Chinese, which was later renamed "Dragon Language" under Tianhao's orders.

The forced learning process is very brutal. These white POWs were managed by the War Department, with one high-ranking witch walker assigned to every fifty as a teacher. The unit test is conducted once a week, and a small test is conducted once a month, and the test content is divided into two parts: listening and written test, and 60 points are passed. If you get an excellent score of 80 or more, you will be rewarded accordingly, enjoy food and wine, and there will be a white woman specially transferred from the "zoo".

Those who fail the exam are penalized. Fifty-nine to fifty points in the weekly unit test, each point is converted into three lashes according to the order of the score, and the whipping is performed in public.

It was a long whip made of a special material, and the War Department reduced and weakened the whipping, taking into account the weaker constitution of the white Southerners. But even so, many people were still beaten to death in the course of execution.

The punishment of less than 50 points is that the spear is pierced through the back of the body, upside down, and the victim is allowed to slide down the barrel of the spear little by little, and continue to wail in pain and torture until death.