Leon casually dropped the microphone and walked forward.

Tapping, tapping, Oxford leather boots were crisp and pleasant to the ear when they stepped on the blood stains that flowed from the blood slave officer's body.

He lazily put his hands in his pockets, whistled out of tune, and walked up to the British soldiers, just as a tiger looked down on a lamb, and with a playful cold look, he admired the blank expressions on the faces of the soldiers.

At this moment, the general had just gotten up from the ground, his face full of pain, clutching his waist and abdomen, and moaning in low pain.

He saw the British masses, the British masses whom he had defended to the death, scattering into every street of the city.

What happened tonight was not a dinner party, not a painting and embroidery, but a cold, bloody, and pure violent action.

And violent action is never the same as "decent", "elegant", and "beautiful".

People roared, roared, clenched their fists, and swung into the air.

Their blood boiled in their veins, and their anger burned in their chests, completely burning what little was left of their own peace and obedience.

They need to vent.

To vent means bloodshed, death, chaos, and disorder.

Everything hurt the general, and he looked at the mess in Trafalgarh Square, at the bloody slave officers who were hung by the crowd on the street lamps, and listened to the frenzied and noisy slogans, and closed his eyes in agony, and shed two lines of tears.

"The British Empire, the British Empire is going to be destroyed..."

Li Ang looked at the general's pained expression with great interest, and said nonchalantly: "Flesh and blood are like grass and trees, glory is like an epiphany, the grass will wither, the flowers will wither, but death is not the end, just as the truth lasts forever."

Nothing is immutable, General, and the British Empire may be reborn from the ruins. Who knows? ”

The general snapped his eyes open, broke free from the soldiers beside him who tried to support him, and glared angrily at Leon.

There's no need to ask, "Who the hell are you?" Or, "What is your purpose?" The soldier's premonition of wandering between life and death directly told him that the V-shaped monster standing in front of him at this moment was the mastermind behind all this.

A thousand words were brewing in the general's chest, and in just a few seconds, he had already deduced the flow of hundreds of possible conversations that would follow.

begging for mercy from the tail wagging and begging the other party to stop and not continue to cause trouble; to righteous words angrily reprimanded the other party, and led his subordinates to draw guns and shoot at the other party;

However, reason told him that it was all in vain.

All resistance and struggle are in the other party's calculations, and even the idea of resisting and struggling is what the other party wants to generate by themselves.

The total asymmetry in information and strength made the general completely desperate, but in this case, he calmed down, used his will to resist the severe pain in his waist and abdomen, stood up with difficulty, straightened up, and said slowly: "Your Excellency, no matter who you are, no matter what you want, so far, you have succeeded. You have successfully used your wits and means to turn London into a sea of fire. ”

Leon grinned, "I'm not complacent about that, I'm afraid you'll be disappointed if you're going to use flattery to curry favor with me." ”

"Indeed."

The general shook his head slowly, "Even if we use all means to sacrifice everything we can and make the most stubborn resistance, in your eyes, I'm afraid it's just a futile effort to use the mantis arm as a car, isn't it?" ”

Li Ang raised his eyebrows in some surprise, "Then you want to surrender?" ”

The general pursed his lips, he glanced at the noisy and fanatical crowd, and a hint of relief flashed on his face, "In 1917, the cruiser Aurora on the Neva River in St. Petersburg, Tsarist Russia, pushed a 152 mm caliber empty shell into the gun chamber and fired at the Winter Palace. This was the first cannon shot of the October Revolution.

There was no revolution in the era of breech guns, and the people alone could never defeat a professional army with sophisticated weapons. ”

The general paused, looked at the people wearing uniform uniforms, and said indifferently: "Since Your Excellency can give the people the force to resist the blood clan, you must have also taken into account the factors of a modern army.

If the Bloods were ruthless and carpet-bombed London, how many people would survive? ”

The general stared at Li Ang with sharp eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Your Excellency is a genius, and the talent of intelligence brings a certain degree of ruthlessness.

Those beautiful things that can be understood and cherished by mortals are not worth mentioning in the eyes of geniuses. They will always look at them with contempt and contempt, trying to control the crazy beast of the real world. ”

The general paused for a moment and said indifferently: "The real world will struggle, no matter how you try to control domestication, the real world will eventually throw you to the ground, trample you back and forth with that iron hoof, and tell you a cruel truth that people always have limits, and one day, reality will carry out a cruel and decisive backlash against you......"

Li Ang grinned and said indifferently: "General, no matter how much you say at this moment, it is just the wailing of a defeated dog." Whether you use the case of the Aurora, knock on the side and name the thoughts you want to surrender;

Or beat me with the sassy words that reality is a beast, showing his own use value;

None of them can affect my judgment, and I don't look down on the so-called military forces you represent, and naturally I can't recruit and absorb them. ”

The general's face turned red, and he also extinguished his thoughts of surrendering to Cheng, so he could only say with a straight face: "Your Excellency, you have thought too much. ”

"Hehe," Leon smiled casually, turning away, ignoring the feel-good British general.

Conventional army? Pro-human elements in the British top bureaucracy?

I'm afraid these people are all wall-ridden factions, and they fall on both sides. If these dignitaries are allowed to join in the violent revolution, I am afraid that they will steal the fruits of the revolution in a matter of minutes and cultivate a new interest class.

Say a thousand, say ten thousand, they are just speculators, they have no fighting spirit, let alone faith.

The general froze in place, and could only stare at Li Ang's distant figure helplessly, unable to say a word.

The soldier on the side hesitated and asked, "General, what should we do next?" ”

“....”

The general glanced at the remaining British troops and found that most of the faces of these big-headed soldiers flashed with excitement and longing.

Did even these British soldiers, who had sworn absolute allegiance to the Empress, betray their honor?

The general knew very well that if he insisted on confronting Leon and the eight million inhabitants of London, he would only be crushed to pieces. The only way out is to master modern weapons of strategic lethality in order to have enough chips in a chaotic situation.

For example, the Queen Elizabeth is moored at the mouth of the Thames....

"Let's go, we won't resist anymore, grab the boat."