6. The Decisive Battle of the Wild Sands Chapter 420 Generalissimo Glenn
The Black Mamba suddenly felt that this sounded a little harsh, "You seem to have some aversion to the matter of 'gaining power'?" Shouldn't we be able to gain greater strength when we are alive? β
The conductor blinked, "Maybe your perception is a little off, in fact I hate 'oppression of others'. Powerful forces must be at the disposal of righteous thoughts, otherwise they will become evil forces and harm the world. β
The Black Mamba savored this passage and couldn't help but sigh: "You're right, I didn't expect your cognition to be so profound." β
The conductor looked at the style of the black mamba's clothes and said meaningfully, "When people are locked up, they always think deeper. β
The Black Mamba understood the meaning of his words and asked, "You were also imprisoned?" β
The conductor was also blunt, "After all, we are also half demons, and the Lord of the Red Pavilion will not trust us easily, even Miss Hei Ningxue has been doing hard labor in the quarry for a long time. β
"You're just slaves of the demons." The Black Mamba unconsciously defended them.
The conductor shook his hand, "Among the people brought out by Miss Hei Ningxue, not all of them are slaves like me, and there are also many people with status, it is difficult to say that their hands are clean. β
The Black Mamba looked at his hands, "Then if their hands are stained with sin, will the Red Pavilion let them go?" β
"As long as they are willing to repent, they will." The conductor replied.
A hint of contempt appeared at the corner of Black Mamba's mouth, "The Lord of the Red Pavilion would also be so naΓ―ve to believe in 'repentance'? β
The conductor smiled, "When we were imprisoned in the quarry, the Lord of the Red Pavilion came to inspect once, and once said a very interesting story, would you like to hear it?" β
The Black Mamba motioned for him to continue.
The conductor straightened his back and lowered his voice, "You are guilty, but the root of your guilt is not you. You are accomplices under the criminal system headed by the Demon Lord and the Demon King, and as long as the system is still in place, you can only be forced to continue to do evil. β
Black Mamba's eyes were wide and round, and he looked at the conductor in disbelief.
The conductor continued: "You dare to step out of the demon realm, you are taking the first step from sin; I hope that you will not be afraid of reality and truth, and have the courage to take the second step, recognize your past, and reform your wrong thinking. β
What you say without laughing is always very difficult to understand. The Black Mamba swirled in his mind several times before he gradually realized something, "So, he gave him a chance." And the opportunity needs to be grasped by us actively. β
The train sped near the Great Rift Valley, and suddenly there was an exclamation from the carriage. The Black Mamba turned his head to look out the window and saw that the funicular of the original Rift Fortress had disappeared and was replaced by a stunningly wide stone bridge.
The train passes through the middle of the stone bridge, which is lined with four carriage lanes and two sidewalks. The constant stream of traders and tourists who came and went caused the prisoners to be amazed: "How did they build a bridge over the bottomless Rift Valley?" β
Someone sighed: "Is such a wide bridge deck and such a long bridge body really done by manpower?" β
Another asked, "Could it be the stone bridge carried by the rabbinic gods?" β
The prisoners in the carriage began to discuss: "The Emperor of the Wild Sand has reigned for so many years, and this road has always been a small ropeway. It is incredible that the Red Pavilion has only been in power for three months, and it is really incredible that it can build such a miracle bridge. β
The Black Mamba frowned, "The Great Rift Valley is the first natural danger in the Imperial City, isn't the Red Pavilion afraid of being used by the enemy when it builds such a bridge?" β
The conductor looked at the bridge outside the window and quickly retreated, "The Lord of the Red Pavilion once said: When the road is clear, there will be more merchants. When commodities are circulated, people will be able to earn money and live a prosperous life. When they are rich, it is the strongest natural danger. β
After the bridge, a lively scene quickly appeared outside the car window. Large expanses of green space appeared in front of them, and many people were driving monsters and operating machines that they had never seen before, working in the fields.
"What are they growing?" Someone asked.
"You idiot, don't you even recognize the date palm tree?" Someone scoffed, "It seems that you have drunk so much wine in vain, and most of the wine in the empire is made from fermented dates." β
"I just like to drink." The man said stiffly, "I can recognize the bottle, why should I recognize the ancestors of the wine?" β
This caused laughter in the carriage.
"Date palm trees are resistant to high temperatures, making them ideal for growing in the desert. The 'Rich Dates' that have been bred by Master Befort are so high in sugar that even the sap from the trunk is sweet. It is an excellent raw material for sugar production, oil extraction, and sake brewing. β
"But the date palm trees are going to bloom and bear fruit for at least three to five years, what are they going to harvest in the next few years?" The Black Mamba asked suddenly.
"I can't tell you, you know a lot about date palms." Nick quipped.
The Black Mamba glanced at him, "I was once a wandering orphan, and dates were the bread of the poor, the candy of the rich. β
Nick laughed, "That's good, I used to steal dates when I was a kid." β
"You haven't answered my question yet." The Black Mamba dragged the topic back.
"As far as I know, the dates bred by Master Befort have a very short growth cycle." Nick looked out the window at the field, "This 'bountiful date' can be soaked in water for hydroponic cultivation during the sapling period, and in the case of a sunny and humid environment, it can grow to such a large size in about a year." β
As he spoke, he pointed to the saplings that the farmers were carrying on their shoulders, "These trees can be transplanted into the desert after they come out of the nursery, and the survival rate is generally about 70%. Next, if you take good care of it, basically fifty percent of the seedlings will bloom and bear fruit. β
The most difficult part of planting a date palm tree is the maintenance in the early stage, once it is formed, a tree can produce a lot of fruit. In the words of the wild sand farmer: ten date palm trees can never be eaten in a lifetime.
"There were a few times when I wanted to eat dates after I became an officer." The Black Mamba suddenly said, "It's a pity that I searched many places, but I couldn't find even a date palm tree." β
Nick watched her in silence, waiting for her to continue.
The Black Mamba looked faintly out the window at the date palm grove that disappeared from view, "Later I learned that many princes and ministers cut down all the visible timber in order to build mansions. So the bread of the poor is gone, and only in the courtyard of the nobility can you see some of the sweets of the rich. β
The train finally stopped at New Oasis City, and when the Black Mamba got off the train, he suddenly saw a familiar face at the station.
"General Glenn?" She exclaimed.
This sound caused more people to be surprised, and the other prisoners all turned their heads in unison to look at the old man in front of the Black Mamba, the legendary generalissimo who had helped the Wild Sand Empire defeat the demons: Glenn.
Several prisoners hurriedly stepped forward to salute him, "General Glenn is also the generalissimo of the Red Pavilion now?" β
Glenn laughed and said, "What generals, marshals, don't talk nonsense. As he spoke, Thaksin pointed to Nick, "All my skills have been given to my brother." All I have now is a bunch of beautiful girls who can sing and dance. β
"Pretty girl?" The Black Mamba couldn't figure out what this once high-achieving generalissimo wanted to do.
Glenn didn't shy away from it, "I started a song and dance troupe. Of course, he also plays some circus magic, and he makes money and plays anything. Don't worry, I'll invite you to watch a show tonight, I'm in for a treat. β
Everyone suspected that they had misheard, "You just said 'song and dance troupe'?" β
Glenn puffed up, "What's the matter, why can't I start a 'song and dance troupe'?" I have already thought that this song and dance troupe will be eternal and large-scale, so it will be called 'Evergrande Song and Dance Troupe'. β
Nick coughed beside him, "Last time the princess seemed to say that the name was unlucky?" β
Glenn scratched his head, "I'm sorry, I said something was wrong." It was officially renamed last year, and now it is called 'Daheng Song and Dance Troupe'. β
With that, the caravan of greetings arrived, and Glenn invited everyone to get on board and go to his station.
The new Oasis City was already very modern under Rowling's planning and construction, and the streets were full of people and traffic. The prisoners looked out at the scenery from the car and couldn't believe that this was a new city rising out of the desert.
"Well, this is a nice city, isn't it?" When he got out of the car, Glenn patted his chest and proudly boasted to the prisoners, "Isn't it great that the consul is my son, and the planner is my son's wife?" β
"The general is really amazing." Everyone chimed in.
Glenn sat down in the tent with a satisfied face, and the maids brought fruit and refreshments. After some pleasantries, Glenn suddenly asked, "Ladies and gentlemen, how old is the Emperor of the Wild Sand?" β
The prisoners were stunned for a moment, and some of them counted their fingers and replied, "If you don't count the current three princes and the usurper Darius, it should be the twelfth." β
Glenn asked again: "How many years did the Twelfth Emperor reign?" β
"Forty years." Someone replied without thinking.
Glenn continued to ask: "Twelfth, twelve emperors, how many years has it been until now?" β
This question was obviously a bit difficult, and many people looked at Glenn with a sad face, wondering why the general did not read the art of war and studied history instead.
Glenn let out a long sigh in shock, "I've calculated, the royal family of the Wild Sand Emperor has been together for a total of two hundred and ninety-six years. Has the land gotten better or worse in two hundred and ninety-six years? β
He looked at the prisoners present, "Everyone used to be comrades, maybe some of them are younger and don't know what happened in the past, so let's look at the last ten or twenty years." Under the 'hard work' of the Emperor of the Wild Sand and the Manchu ministers, what has become of the country. β
Everyone was silent, only the Black Mamba whispered, "If it weren't for General Glenn and you leading your troops to repel the invasion of the demons, I'm afraid the empire would have fallen long ago." β
Glenn laughed three times, "That's not my credit alone, many of you here are also the mainstays of the fight against the demons back then. It's a rare opportunity to meet you today, so I would like to give you a glass first. β
Everyone hurriedly raised their glasses in response.
Putting down the wine glass, Glenn shook his head again, "Ladies and gentlemen, although there is a sentence that does not sound good, I also have to tell you: although we fight to the death, the wheel of history will not be blocked by us. We have won a chance for the Sand Empire to survive, but we will not be able to save its life. β
In the past, these prisoners would have flipped the table and fought with Glenn first, but now they know very well that the corruption of the Wild Sand Empire has rotted to the roots. No one can go back.
Glenn looked at the prisoners frankly, "You should have seen along the way, this new city is less than ten years, and it is only a fraction of the reign of the Wild Tsar XII. What do you think of governance? β
"Good, good, very good." The prisoners exclaimed.
Glenn was noncommittal, just filled another glass of wine, "No matter what you think in your heart, one thing is clear: a new world has come, and it is calling you to build a new home together. As for the choice, it is now in your hands. β