Chapter 824: No
In fact, the relationship between the turtledove and Hannibal is not as full of contradictions as the little worm thinks, they are just so simple that they have nothing to say to each other, this feeling is difficult to describe in words, but some fathers and sons do have such a situation. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ο½ο½ο½ο½ο½ο½ γ ο½ο½ο½ο½
After a hearty dinner, the most important thing for the turtledove to do now is to show his intentions, - the team of refugees from the oasis is preparing to face the dilemma of starvation outside the black iron mine at any time, the main purpose of the turtledove and the little worm's "elopement" this time is to borrow some food from the mouse city, at least enough for Landis to lead the refugees to the black iron mine, as for the rest of the matter, then think of other ways.
"I want to borrow some food."
Turtledove said simply and directly to Hannibal.
"Borrow food?"
Hannibal raised an eyebrow at the turtledove.
So Turtledove roughly told Hannibal about the difficulties faced by the Oasis Resistance and the refugees, and Landis, but Hannibal did not immediately say whether to borrow or not to borrow, he muttered for a full ten seconds, and finally asked Turtledove a question.
"So what's in it for you?"
The turtledove did not quite understand what Hannibal meant by asking, he looked at the worm in confusion, then turned his head and asked:
"If there is no food, the robbers who have just joined the Resistance are likely to relapse and not only plunder the little food they have left, but also kill a large number of refugees in a frenzy, and I have to find a way to save them."
"No, you don't have to save them," Hannibal shook his head, "whether the robbers are fighting against the water, the refugees are killed, these are the Resistance's problems, and they are all problems that your little friend Rantis needs to solve, not yours, so I ask you again, if I lend you food, what good will it do you?" β
"Or expand it a little more, and what good will it do me to myself if I lend you food."
Hannibal propped his elbows on a table covered with high-grade flannel, like an examiner who had suddenly begun interviewing turtledoves.
"This ......"
Turtledove found that he really hadn't thought about such a problem, he just felt that he couldn't watch the remnants of the Resistance make any more trouble, especially the refugees who were protected by the Resistance, who had just escaped from the clutches of the New Empire, and that he really wanted to let these people die at the hands of a group of robbers driven crazy by food problems?
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As the saying goes, "the authorities are confused, and the bystanders are clear", the turtledove may not be able to guess the intention of Hannibal's successive questions, but the worm has seen some clues, but this is a dialogue between two fathers and sons, and if he didn't drive himself out, he was already considered benevolent and righteous, so how could he intervene when they were talking.
Looking at the turtledove with an anxious expression, the little worm really wanted to answer Hannibal's question on his behalf.
"It's not the same time it used to be," Hannibal tapped his finger on the table, "you used to do whatever you wanted, or you didn't do anything you didn't want, but now it's not possible, the ambitions of the new empire are clear, you have to do something, you see?" β
"I don't understand."
Turtledove: This is telling the truth.
"I thought that the recent experience would make you grow a little better," Hannibal sighed softly, "The new empire is determined to eliminate all the wasteland bandits, and expand its sphere of influence to the outside of the law, even the barren lands, although it is not known why this change has occurred, but the new empire is already unstoppable." β
"Therefore, there are only two paths left in front of everyone, one is to submit to the new empire, and the end is unpredictable, after all, not every force hugs the thigh of the new empire as early as a wolf's den, so it is equivalent to putting their own net worth and life into the hands of others, and it is not up to them to decide whether they live or die."
"Alternatively, you can choose to confront the new empire, so that at least you have your fate in your own hands, - I recommend you this option."
"Fighting against the new empire is not just a matter of lip service, you need strength, men, weapons, personal combat effectiveness, etc., etc., these can be counted within the category of 'strength', from now on, everything you do must be aimed at improving your own strength as the purpose and premise, otherwise you are doing useless work."
"Then let me ask you one last time, what good will it do you to borrow food from me to help the Resistance?"
Hannibal's step-by-step instruction finally opened the elm head, and he craned his neck and replied tentatively:
"By helping the Resistance, I gained the friendship of the Resistance, which is equivalent to increasing my strength?"
"It's not very complete, but that's pretty much it."
Turtledove shook his head, he didn't like this particularly utilitarian way of thinking, so he said to himself:
"Can you lend me food now?"
"I can't."
However, Hannibal firmly rejected the turtledove's request.
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Turtledove sat down in his chair angrily, he felt that the person opposite him was playing with himself as a monkey, but this person's name was "Hannibal", the person who raised the turtledove since childhood, and the turtledove could not do anything except sulk here.
"The Resistance is too weak," said Hannibal, "and it is unwise for them to consume a great deal of precious food for the sake of thousands of ineffective old and weak women and children." Besides, the robbers in the black iron mine are all jackals who eat people and don't spit out bones, and they are likely to swallow the resistance troops from afar, without even spitting out a bit of slag. β
"You are on the side of the Resistance Army, which means that you will offend all the robbers in the Black Iron Mine who reach out to them, on one side is the limited friendship of weak friends, and on the other side is the endless hatred of a group of strong enemies, don't say it is you when the time comes, even if you put the mouse city into it, it will not help, to sum up, this is a sure loss and no profit, or the kind that can lose all the money if you are not careful."
"Got it."
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Turtledove was dumbfounded by Hannibal, because Hannibal's every word was reasonable and reasonable, and compared to Hannibal, Turtledove was just a hairy boy who was just messing around with his blood.
"This, I ......"
The turtledove, whose tongue seemed to be knotted, could not say anything several timesβhe knew that Hannibal was right, but when he thought of the trust that Landis had placed in him, and the eyes of thousands of refugees looking forward to food, the turtledove was so anxious that he was about to squeeze the blood of his two wrinkled eyebrows. (To be continued.) )