Chapter 162: The Good Fighter (3)
"Those who are good at fighting have no great feats. β
With a cup of coffee in hand, Saron stood on the balcony and watched the crowd that kept converging towards the Doge's Palace.
The servant next to him was an old man who came from outside with him, and couldn't help but ask, "My lord, my subordinates don't understand." β
This is a sentence from the war book of the great country in the Far East, the Silk Country. Meaning, a general who is good at fighting a war has nothing to show off. β
"The more you talk about it, the more I don't understand. β
"Meaning, we don't need to fight any earth-shattering battles to take Nehr and realize our dream of reviving the Great Julian Empire. β
Seeing that his subordinates still did not understand, Saron patiently explained: "The situation is developing more smoothly than expected. Three hundred years of self-isolation not only made the people stupid, but even officials would not be able to become officials. The more the stupid people in the city hall toss, the farther away from the people, the easier it is to waste their already small strength in internal friction. When their strength and prestige are exhausted, the city will be plunged into unprecedented chaos, and then, our chance will come. β
"However, our power is also limited, my lord, once there is chaos-"
"So the timing of our intervention is very, very important, if it's early, it's going to be said that it's going to be wrong, and it's going to be the same as the city hall, and it's late, like you said, it's hard to protect itself. Look at the city hall like this, hmph, the opportunity will be delivered to us soon. β
"Now the city hall's method seems to be to drag the people down and then send troops to encircle the black jail. This response, well, subordinates don't know if it's appropriate or not. β
"Stupid approach. The confusion of the people comes from the distrust of the city hall, and at this time, whether it is right or wrong, it is necessary to immediately give a resolute and clear answer, calm the people's minds, and stabilize the overall situation, so as to slowly sort it out. The ambiguous attitude will give people who have a lot of room to operate, and they will not be able to stabilize it when the time comes. Speaking of which, our own old brothers are still reliable and capable, and at the slightest instigation, some stupid boys jump out to maintain justice, ha. β
The subordinate smiled: "With you sitting in the formation, of course we can play to our heart's content, this feeling is really happy." β
Salong laughed and drank his coffee: "That's it, keep an eye on the dots, and report something in time." β
Throughout the day, news of the unfavorable departure of the city hall continued to come. The town hall attacked the black prison, and the commandos attacked four times, all of which were in vain, and even if they brought the mage to prevent the other party from creating mazes and illusions, they could not win head-on.
The defense below is too powerful, and all kinds of attribute spells are simply blasting out like money, which makes people wonder if there is a magic god down there.
According to the report of the defeated commandos, the number of opponents was very small, less than twenty in total, but it was extremely difficult to deal with. Your own attack will inevitably find no one, there will definitely be squads that will not arrive on time, the defense will inevitably follow endless harassment, and every move of the assault team seems to be under the control of the enemy. Unless superior forces are mobilized to attack on a large scale, it will be difficult to make an improvement in a short period of time.
The bad news caused great unease at the top of the town hall.
"'Walking in the dark, but walking bare-bottomed in broad daylight' - can we do this to the extent of reconnaissance?
Governor Kadar's eyes were bloodshot, and he finally realized that while he was busy fighting for power, the Black Prison seemed to have been built into a strong fortress by the invisible enemy in some special way.
If you can't win the war in a short time, the people will definitely not do it.
The sun had set, the glow was about to be extinguished, and behind the blood, there was a darkness that gradually enveloped it.
A pair of eyes, looking confused and helpless in the thin darkness.
There were no speakers.
Without the Holy Mosque to guide people's hearts, he expelled all the officials who had the background of the Eye of Light but were innocent, lost the support and trust of the war puppet team, forced the lamp god to become a murder suspect, and drove away the mad dog Saron who could bark and bite, and now, in the face of the anger of the people, he did not dare to suppress it by force, and he couldn't reason with himself, who could solve this problem?
Bewildered.
That was all he could be, he sighed deeply.
How could it have come this far!
Damn it.
No way, no way.
If the people and I could only keep one, I wouldn't sacrifice myself!
Those who listen to me will survive, and those who don't listen will all die!
Kadar waved his hand helplessly, and the combat meeting without saying a word was over.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and walked out quickly.
Azimu walked last: "Adults ......"
Kadar smiled bitterly: "Do it as planned, I don't know if you can be a hero or not, but it must be Nehr's sinner." Do it, set it on fire!"
"Uh, my lord, this ...... Do you want the people in the Doge's palace to let them hide? If they don't say it, they'll be finished, and if they say itβ"
"There is a possibility of leakage, right? It will become a hidden danger in the future, right? When the time comes, everything we have done will be ruined, right, right!"
Kadar grabbed Azimu's shoulders and shook desperately, yelling like crazy.
Azimu looked at him timidly, not daring to say a word.
Kadar sat down suddenly: "Why, why is this happening, why is this happening! I don't want to do this, you forced me, you forced me! I am not happy, none of you should think about it!"
He jumped up violently, a crazy light flashing in his eyes: "Azimu, burn the Governor's Palace, set fire, set fire!"
That night, the Doge's Palace caught fire. The fire burned all night, and the palatial Governor's Palace, which lasted for 300 years, was burned to the ground, and nearly 100 people were burned to the ground.
The whole city shook.
This time, the city hall reacted extremely quickly, and issued an announcement as soon as possible, it was the demons under the black prison who took advantage of the unpreparedness to launch a shameful and despicable sneak attack. The aim is to shake people's trust in the town hall. In these extraordinary times, I hope that everyone will be consistent with the city hall and tide over the difficulties together.
Hearing the news, Duck was so shocked that he almost jumped up: "Isabella, your hand is too out of line, no matter how bastard the Governor's Mansion is, it is also the center of Nehel, destroying it is tantamount to declaring war on Nehel!"
Isabella indignantly sent a video of it.
In the video, a thief-eyed guy sneakily pours fierce fire oil around, and it is strange that he dares to swagger through the surveillance circle, and seems to be completely unafraid of exposure.
"How could I possibly find such a lewd guy on a mission, Dark, you hateful fellow!"
Bai Sher angrily pointed at the guy and said, "This bastard is Chief of Staff Azimu, a despicable and shameless treacherous villain. How dare he do that!"
Duck said, "Someone must have instructed you, but what's the good of burning yourself with a fire?
"I want to have that intention, but not entirely. β
"What's different about the Doge's Palace?"
"Something different?" Bai Sher suddenly turned pale and shouted, "Oh no, City Shield Circle!"