Chapter 323: Public Opinion
"Good boy, go to the army. β
The streets, alleys, mills, and even the most inconspicuous corners are filled with this vulgar little official advertisement, and all of this is the "result" of Mennonite's formation of a naval army.
Although this advertising slogan gives people goosebumps all over the body.
Vega almost died of poison when he went out to see it, but it worked unexpectedly for this unadvertised Divine Radiance City, and this concept has been deeply poisoned...... Affected a city of people.
Inside an abandoned residential building.
A few ruffians, shrews and urchins, well-dressed old pedants, and bright-eyed innkeepers......
They saw a chubby middle-aged man walk in from outside the door, and immediately surrounded him: "Commander, the rumors you asked to spread, as well as the advertisements that should be pasted, have all been done for you, look at the salary ......"
Let's do itβ
Menno threw the small box in his arms on the ground, and the golden light that shone so slightly that everyone couldn't open their eyes.
A few ruffians were about to step forward when Mennonite stepped on the box and said, "Money, I can give you, and I can even pay you a monthly salary, butβ"
Menno paused, seeing that everyone's interest was aroused.
Only then did he point to the first few people: "I think your advertising efforts are not enough, and a large part of the hesitant people are not affected by the advertising and are still swaying from side to side." β
"Commander, we can't force them to join the army after all. β
Several people looked embarrassed, but Mennon ignored them: "I don't care about this, within tomorrow, I want to see your results, especially those who are still hesitating, I don't want them to continue to affect the atmosphere in the city." β
With that, Mennonite closed the box and left the hidden residential building.
That night, inside a bar.
Shaq is the owner of this bar and a member of the water army, and his heart is bleeding from the real money he has gained and lost during the day, and now he hates those who sway from side to side, forget if he doesn't join the army, and laugh at other patriots.
Such a person is simply not qualified to live on the territory of this dynasty.
Although he himself was not a patriot, and he had no desire to join the army, and even betrayed the dynasty as long as he was given enough money, at least he would not instigate and ridicule any patriot.
"Stupid!"
A voice caught Shaq's attention.
He saw a bespectacled missionary pointing at several civilians who were drinking: "Relying on the tens of thousands of remnants of the empire, and the princess's naΓ―ve fantasy to capture the city of Saint Laurent? β
"Is Her Royal Highness really lying to me?"
A crowd gathered around, including one of the professionals who even ordered the missionary a glass of sparkling wine.
After taking two sips of wine, the missionary Sven said in a condescending manner: "Her Royal Highness is not just lying to you, she is simply using you as cannon fodder and bait!"
"What do you mean by this, my lord?"
The missionary gained a great sense of accomplishment from the respectful gaze of the crowd, and he put his glass down, and then continued: "If my expectation is correct, Her Royal Highness must be trying to take advantage of our patriotic feelings to make you attack the city of Saint Laurent, which is impossible to take, and then she may take advantage of your attention to attract the attention of the kingdom army, and cross the Donbu River to the west bank in one fell swoop. β
Whoop -
The whole lively bar fell silent.
A civilian hurriedly refilled the missionary with sparkling wine, and then asked, "My lord, is this true?"
"It's true!"
The missionary said with a serious face: "The royal family of the dynasty has abandoned us, and Her Royal Highness the princess's ultimate goal must be to return to the west coast, but as far as I know, now that the port city is strictly guarded by the royal army, it is necessary to use you to attract the attention of the royal army, so I advise you not to fall victim to patriotic feelings." β
"Okay!
Everyone applauded, and a magician said excitedly: "Come to the bar at night to relieve my boredom, otherwise tomorrow I will fall victim to the royal family of the dynasty, they abandon us, I didn't expect that there is still a patriotic heart to use us." β
"How can this be justified, this country does not love it. β
"I had to tell my friends not to sign up for the army. β
β......β
One person, one word, the atmosphere of the whole bar changed.
One by one, a few minutes ago, they were righteous and awe-inspiring, willing to throw their heads for the dynasty, and the people who spilled their blood turned their guns and criticized the princess Xiya and the royal family of the dynasty.
In the eyes of the bar owner, his lungs were about to explode.
This damn missionary usually doesn't care if he comes to the bar to eat and drink with a little cleverness, but now he is openly encouraging others not to sign up for the army and encourage the evil atmosphere in Shenghui City, isn't this against his work in the navy.
Cutting off people's financial means is like killing your parents.
The scene of a box of gold coins being carried back by the commander of the navy reappeared in his mind today, and Shaq could no longer hold back the anger in his heart, and he was ready to let this damn missionary go around without eating.
As the owner of the bar, Shaq is not an idiot.
He knew very well that violence would not solve everything, and that using force against this damned missionary would only indirectly anger the guests, who might even attack him in droves.
At this time, he remembered the exclusive skill of the navy taught by Mennono, the commander of the navy - splashing dirty water.
So he took out the prop box that every member of the Navy had.
Open the item box.
Small cards and advertisements were piled up in small wooden boxes, and he pulled out a piece of the military ID card of the Kingdom Army from the bottom of the wooden box.
Of course, this military ID card is fake, and Shaq has never seen what the real military ID looks like, but these are not important, the important thing is that the words "United Kingdom military ID card" are written on the leather case.
He took his military ID card and raised his arms to the missionaries and shouted, "Missionary, missionary, you came to the bar for a drink last night, and something fell on me." β
The missionary who was giving an impassioned speech didn't even look at what it was, and he heard someone say that he had dropped something, so he subconsciously took it.
It was with this action that the bar fell silent again.
After a few seconds of silence, I don't know who shouted, "That's the Royal Army officer ID." A violent incident erupted in the bar, which lasted for half an hour, and the missionary was beaten to death by the angry crowd.
And what about Shaq, the bar owner?
He finished handing over his military ID, shouted the words, and then retreated into the background, and then he mixed himself a glass of flamingo, and sneered at the missionary who had hindered his great cause of the navy and prevented him from earning gold coins slowly returning to the West.
It's not just a bar.
After Mennonite's temptation, the angry sailors erupted into an extremely terrifying fighting force.
The people who spread the negative news about Vega and Thea that day were killed and injured, and the entire Divine Radiance City was turned against one hundred people overnight, and now no one dared to promote negative thoughts in public.
The power of public opinion is terrifying.
On the evening of the third day, Vega found that the number of people who had signed up for the army had more than tripled.
In just one day, Vega recruited nearly 30,000 recruits, and even the former dynasty deserters recalled more than 1,600 people, including a certain number of magicians and professionals.
Arguably.
Vega's naval tactics were very successful, allowing him to raise a sufficient number of cannon fodder troops.
Now, he finally has the confidence to prepare for the battle of Yves Saint Laurent.