How to let a group of people find a "faith" in the shortest time and at the fastest speed?

This is actually very difficult in itself, and everyone can shout slogans. Probably the best slogan to use in the territory of the empire is "For the honor of Your Majesty".

But this is far from "faith", and even somewhat conflicting.

Every man of the Empire, whether noble or poor, merchant or freed—every one of them knew that he ought to be "excited and excited" when others shouted "For the honor of His Majesty."

If you don't, the people from the heraldic office might come to you. And the cost of being troubled by the heraldic management is something they can't afford.

Shouting slogans certainly responded, but it didn't help Dussand's predicament.

These armed security guards, these "soldiers", they have not yet become qualified "warriors". They don't know what the point of what they're doing.

Nothing seemed to make sense other than to make yourself tired and half-dead, and to make a mess.

Dussaint sensed the problem and decided to change it. And the means of change is to speak with "facts", so that every armed security guard is aware of the meaning of his work.

"Two empty slogans will not help us in our work." That's what Dussaint thinks and says. He sat down on the ammunition box at his feet and asked Fontaine in the audience, "Mr. Fontaine, what do you do at home?" ”

"My father was a turner, and he was a metal worker." Fontaine replied.

"Metal workpiece." Dussaint nodded, "On one of our tanks, there are as many as 4,000 metal workpieces that need to be outsourced to external companies. Dusson pointed to General Horn, who was watching his speech from a distance, and said, "And the naval commando represented by this Mr. Horn alone has placed an order for us for 300 tanks." ”

In other words, Mr. Horn's order requires 1.2 million different workpieces, and your father should be a terrific, highly skilled turner. How many workpieces can he machine in a day? Fifty, a hundred? Dussaint casually said a number, and then said, "If you were to machine a hundred workpieces a day, your father would be doing it for the next thirty-two years – thirty-two years, endlessly." ”

The armed security guards present were mostly the children of workers, and they knew very well what this huge order meant. Everyone began to look at each other, and then they became excited.

"Fourteen days away, and in fourteen days, we will show the tanks to the senior officers of the Imperial Army. This kind of cross-era armored weapon will officially enter the field of vision of those army mud legs in fourteen days. As if he were telling a story, Dussand's tone was full of determination and pride, "How many orders will they give us?" For trucks alone, they ordered 8,000 units a year! ”

"At least two thousand tanks, and this amount is only for the first year's orders. Year 2, Year 3...... We're constantly improving and producing new tanks, and the Imperial Army will eventually abandon the Steam Knights and become captives of our products! Dussander stood up and asked, "An order for three hundred tanks is enough for thirty-two of the best workers to work without sleep for a whole year!" And then two thousand, three thousand or even more. ”

Dussander took a deep breath and said, "Your job is to make the soldiers of the empire fall madly in love with tanks, and then bring plenty of orders for your families, bring them jobs, and bring opportunities to make money!" ”

The mood at the scene was really aroused, and the children of these workers happily discussed, as if everyone saw the scene of their family about to become rich.

Then Dussaint changed his tune.

"You know who our tanks are going to deal with, right?" He stood up from the ammunition box, "The Confederates, those beasts who call themselves the 'Freedom League', they will be the targets of the tanks. ”

"I don't know how much you know about the Allies, but I can read you a piece of information from Bomir - this information from the Heraldic Administration, sent by the Red Postmen of Bomir for sixty-two lives." Dussaint pulled a piece of paper out of his coat pocket and began to read it aloud.

This information did come from Bomir, and it did not involve secrecy. This is a war report, and at the same time a notice announcing the complete loss of function of the entire Bomir Heraldic Administration. It was issued before the complete siege of Bomir and had been in the intelligence system of the Heraldic Administration for more than three months.

[Your Grateful Emperor, may your glory bring the final peace to Bomir. 】

The beginning of this letter is different, and it can be seen that the red-clothed postman who wrote the information has no hope that he will be alive from the moment he writes it.

[All of Bomir's major landings and cities have fallen, and Confederate armies are slaughtering almost all of Bomir's major cities.] Our red-clad postmen lurking in the cities have suffered heavy losses—not because they were unprofessional enough to expose their whereabouts, but because they could not continue to suppress their anger in the slaughter of these beasts. They ultimately decide to devote their lives to the Empire, avenge the citizens of the Empire, and take up arms to kill as many allies as possible. 】

[In Santares, the capital of Bomir, more than 80,000 citizens of the empire were massacred en masse after being systematically sorted by the Confederates. The elderly, women, and children are on their kill lists. 】

[The person lurking in Santares is my deputy.] The last piece of information he sent me showed that the Confederates had selected more than 3,200 pregnant women from Santares. The shoulder blades of these pregnant women were directly crossed by wires, and they were led to the square in groups of thirty......]

Dussand's voice began to shift a little as he read this.

[The allies shaved open the belly of the pregnant woman with a bayonet, and the bayonet pierced the body of the fetus directly, and the pregnant women fell in a pool of blood and cried helplessly. Some of them were lucky enough to die quickly, while others watched as the children were thrown in the air with bayonets and then thrown on the ground and mutilated. 】

The atmosphere at the scene was suddenly much more depressed, and many young armored soldiers clenched their fists.

Even Major General Horn, who was in the distance, had an angry flame in his eyes.

[Some of them were thrown to the ground, waiting for their blood to drain and die.] The other younger ones were strangled alive by the allies with the umbilical cord and placenta. However, after the third day of the massacre, the Confederates began to massacre pregnant women using machine guns and large in-flame equipment in order to speed up the massacre. 】

[My lieutenant noticed that several of the allies were not involved in the massacre, but were standing aside and writing down the relevant contents.] He captured one of them during the operation, and confirmed that the allies were recording the growth, size, and characteristics of the fetus. They are doing "phrenology" research, and fetal phrenology is a very important part of that. 】

[The allies intend to kill all pregnant women they can find, and direct the fetuses in their wombs to aid in research.] This is the last piece of information from my deputy. Last week, the red-clad postmen I sent to Santares sent back information that they had found the body of my deputy on a telephone pole in Santarez. 】

[With the help of the remaining army and navy, we have transferred all the citizens of the Empire who were able to transfer to North Wasenko for a final resistance, and the inhabitants of the Empire in other regions may not escape the fate of slaughter. I judged that my responsibilities as the head of Imperial intelligence in Bomir had been fully accomplished. 】

[The last sixty-four intelligence ships are all in place, and we will do our best to deliver this information to the territory of the Empire.] 】

[After the last intelligence ship departs, I will try to infiltrate Santares and attempt to assassinate the Alliance commander.] 】

[At least 720,000 inhabitants of the empire have been slaughtered like animals by the Alliance, who have completely become beasts without any sympathy or pity. Someone has to pay for it, and even if a million of the Confederates die here in the same way, they will not be able to pay for the sins they have created. 】

[His Majesty the Great Emperor is full of glory, and with his shadow, the benevolent empire has found a place to survive in the sea of thousands of stars. Your Majesty, please continue to shade your people. In front of the Alliance, we need your attention. 】

Dussaint finished reading the message, then folded the piece of paper carefully and put it back in his pocket.

He was silent for a long time, and then said to the red-eyed, fist-clenched guards in the audience, "The Alliance's attack will not stop at Bomir, and Nusar is also their target. If, if the Confederates broke through the lines of defense of the Imperial Navy, the landing began in Newsar...... Then tanks are the best weapon to kill them. ”

"You come from the people, you depend on the people, and you have to serve the people." Dussander said in a deep voice, "After completing the training efficiently, the empire will start purchasing a large number of tanks." These weapons will be the blades of vengeance. An empire with tanks is capable of killing those damned allies on all colonies...... In the end, you who have mastered the driving and use of the tank will become the hardest shield to defend Nyusar. ”

"You have mothers, sisters, and lovers." Dussander looked at the young armed security guards with red eyes and even blood on their hands and asked, "If the tragedy of Bomir happened in Newsar, would you tolerate it?" ”

"Can't!" "Never!" "Kill them!" The surrounding armorers let out an angry roar. There are all answers, but there is only one core content.

Kill all the enemies who come to you!

"You don't know why you're fighting, and now, I'll give you the answer." Dussander took off his hat and slammed it on the ground viciously, "You have to fight for yourself, fight for the lives of your loved ones, fight for the hard-won good life......

Every time Dussaint spat out "Fight" viciously, the soldiers around him would let out a roar of rage. Many of them had even begun to tremble and their eyes were red.

After Dussander had said everything he wanted to say, he put his trembling hands behind his back and asked in a loud voice, "Now, tell me, what are you fighting for?" ”

"Fight for the people!" Roars came from all directions.

"I can't hear you." Dussart frowned.

"Fight for the people!" The roar vibrated through everyone's chests.

"I can't hear you!" Dusson jumped back on the ammo box, "I can't hear you!" ”

"Fighting for the people!!" Two hundred people shouted the momentum of twenty thousand people, and the roaring sound even caused a layer of smoke to float on the floating soil on the ground.

"Resume training in the afternoon." Dussander turned away without hesitation, and said in a suppressed voice as he walked, "I'm looking forward to your performance." ”