The faint cries and moans of aging are constantly punctuated by high-decibel profanity, interspersed with the dull sound of heavy hits, occasionally interspersed with breath-holding and whispering curses around it.

Even if you don't see the actual situation, it is not difficult to speculate about what happened when you hear such a background sound. And at the first time, the bad guy who started beating people was labeled "Wang Xiejun" on his head. You must know that this wave of scum hooligans is notorious, and they are more ferocious than the occupying army against their own people, and so far, it seems that there is nothing bad that these scoundrels cannot do.

A few people in the carriage also speculated with a preconceived impression, but soon realized that something was wrong, because the scolder was in Charlemagne.

Is it a gendarme? It is indeed possible. In a hurry to make up for the losses in the early stage and expand the size of the army, the threshold for recruitment in Titans was greatly lowered, and in addition to the young people who longed for beautiful military uniforms, good salaries, and heroic stories, a large number of idle people also poured into the barracks. If he had not been sane, Prince Bernard would have even been prepared to heed the advice of Dr. Oscar Dillawanger and organize the criminals into a separate brigade for street fighting and the suppression of the guerrillas. In the end, this matter was made due to the collective opposition of Prime Minister Richelieu and Titans' high-ranking officers, and as such, the origin of Titans' new recruits was still extremely complicated, as long as he could prove that he was a pure Charlemagne, willing to be loyal to the country, the second prince and Titans, and met the age requirements, they could all be mixed in. For a time, there were enthusiastic and angry young people in the barracks, some peddlers and pawns, and some ruffians and hooligans, which could be called a super hodgepodge.

As the army was flooded with all sorts of people, it was inevitable that Titans would decline as a whole. Although the situation of the gendarmerie is better, it is equally difficult to avoid such effects, and secondly, the power at hand is too great and there is a lack of restraint. Therefore, the gendarmes are corrupted and degenerate faster, bullying men and women, and even committing crimes are only a lot more than those of the front-line troops.

The gendarmes who manage military discipline are all of this virtue, and the other troops are simply needless to say.

Thinking of this, Minerva, who was about to poke out of the car window, sighed softly and pulled the brim of her hat even lower. When she saw what was going on in front of her. Her throat seemed to be choked, and her thin lips that were slightly open could not spit out a word.

An old woman fell down the road, her head clutched in her hands, her body curled up and shivered, and a military boot kicked and stomped, and with each kick, her thin body rolled in the dust.

The executioner was a stout demon with a round head, a fleshy face, and a body as solid as a stone. He was dressed in a Titans uniform, and the collar of the third-level squad deputy was hung on the collar. The collar hung the Guadalajara Battle Medal and the Battle Wounded Medal, and the left sleeve pinned to the gendarmerie armband was empty, fluttering around in the wind.

The hideous face of the third-level squad snarled like a bear with a broken hibernation, as if he was angry, why were so many "Castilians" still alive and so comfortable, while he himself had an arm broken by the guerrillas.

Disabled servicemen.

Today's Castile is a real playground for all kinds of new weapons, such as trench guns that fire shotguns, suicide bombs, special attack airships, anti-infantry mines, and other "inhumane weapons" that are being used with impunity. At the same time, they threatened to shoot the soldiers who used these weapons. Regardless of the fact that these death threats were not carried out seriously, those "violent" new toys were producing a large number of corpses at the same time. Cripples are also being manufactured in batches.

A disabled soldier needs to occupy at least two soldiers, consume one person's medicine and food, but cannot have a positive effect on the battle. The deplorable conditions and wails can also torment other soldiers and demoralize them, according to the arms supplier. There is no doubt that they are right and make a lot of money as a result. During the Battle of Guadalajara. Every day, special trains full of corpses and soldiers with missing arms and legs go to the rear, and the vacated trains are full of soldiers to return to the front, and the prosthetic limbs made by V.E are in short supply, and the munitions production line is non-stop day and night, and the company's top management is satisfied with this.

But the state can't laugh at this kind of thing at all. Now the front line is relatively calm. The number of casualties and disability has been greatly reduced, but the impression of the damage caused is still there, not to mention the many families who have lost their husbands, sons, and brothers, and the bereavement and resettlement of disabled soldiers alone is enough to make the Ministry of Finance collectively lose sleep.

As the arms supplier said, in addition to the impact on the battlefield, disabled soldiers who have lost their ability to work will also bring economic and political burdens to the enemy country, and if a group incident is not done well, it may also intensify social contradictions, cause national turmoil and even large-scale mutiny.

Obviously, from any point of view, disabled soldiers cannot be left alone, but there seems to be no job for them. It is certainly not possible to work in the body, and it is impossible for this group of coarse people to be put in a rural school to become teachers, and the administrative department does not need a group of soldiers to help. In the end, after discussions, it was decided to select a number of disabled servicemen with a low level of disability and a certain degree of education to teach combat experience at the non-commissioned officer school, or to go to the gendarmerie to engage in auxiliary work in public order. The rest of the people either went to the newly established Invalides or returned to their hometown to participate in the "Township Soldiers' Association", which could be regarded as exerting their residual heat. The one who is now committing violence is in the first case, and the loss of an arm does not affect his power against the unarmed civilians.

Charlemagne's bureaucrats were quite creative, but as everyone knows, all bad ideas look good before they are found to be bad ideas, but in practice they are not at all.

Soldiers have a fiery temper, and even more so when they are withdrawn from the front line, letting a group of grumpy soldiers do the work of spies is completely asking for trouble, and if it is still a group of soldiers whose hearts are distorted because of their physical disabilities, the trouble will increase geometrically.

To use a figurative metaphor, that's hell.

robbery, rape, homicide...... In comparison, the beating is already "very light". Ordinary gendarmes smoked cigarettes and chatted, occasionally casting casual glances. The people kept their heads down and said nothing, for fear that a word would lead the evil fire of the demon to themselves, but they watched silently like a flock of sheep.

"War always keeps plundering everyone's most precious things. ”

"What did you say?"

"Nothing. ”

Putting away the wry smile, Roland whispered:

"Leave it to me. ”

"Damn sows, inferior ethnic miscellaneous ......"

The third-level squad member burped and kicked the old woman's shin.

"Do you know why you are beaten? I tell you that the Castilian must die. We can live!!hahaha......!"

As soon as the words were finished, it was another kick.

Perhaps tired of this kind of game, or dissatisfied with the reaction of the audience, the one-armed man scolded a few words, and then reached for the pistol on his waist little by little.

"Sir. ”

Someone put his arm on the shoulder and looked back. A young face was smiling at him.

"What's the matter?!"

The deep-set gray eyes glared coldly, the bloodshot eyeballs seemed to breathe fire, the scars on his face twisted and twitched like earthworms, and the hair emitted a pungent whiskey smell. The man was visibly drunk, very tired, and completely impatient, as if the slightest irritation would make him draw a gun and shoot.

The young man dressed as a merchant was oblivious to the danger that was at hand, and he still maintained an impeccable demeanor, and spoke slowly.

"We've been waiting for this for a long time. How long will it take for us, please? Can you hurry up?"

In an instant, there was silence.

Merchants valued time as much as money, and it was not uncommon for them to ask the soldiers guarding the checkpoint for accommodation in order to avoid losing time. But this hairy boy didn't stuff money when he came up, and he spoke so impulsively, and the object was still the cruel and ruthless René third-level squad deputy, isn't this looking for death? Now it's a problem. As for whether he will be severely beaten or lose his life, it depends on René's mood.

"You ......"

René yelled and drew his pistol. The women covered the children's eyes, and the men let out a low exclamation.

Smack——!

The crisp sound spread, the pistol fell to the ground, and René, who had a gold star in his eyes, fell to the ground, and before he and the others could react, René was already grabbed by the collar. Pulled up from the ground.

"Bastard!"

"Idiot!"

"Mentally retarded!"

"It's not a talent!"

The young man with an angry face opened his bow left and right, slapping each scolding sentence, and René shouted "yes!" loudly every time he was slapped, as if reflexively, until he had eaten 5 or 6 slaps in a row. The other gendarmes reacted, shouting and surrounding the boy and René.

"Don't move, raise your hands!"

Aiming at the head with more than a dozen rifles, the young man glanced at the gendarmes without fear, and the gendarmes who were swept by the cold gaze as if they were substance trembled slightly, and almost opened fire.

"Put the gun down, soldier. ”

The boy coldly ordered:

"Tell your superiors to come and talk to me, and if you don't want to be sent north to build bunkers, do as I say. ”

"I'm the commander here, let my men go now, or you'll regret it. ”

The encirclement of the gendarmes parted, and a third-class commando squad leader, the equivalent of a warrant officer in the army, walked out, holding a saber in his hand and his face full of anger.

In this village, he is the master, like the king of the cunzài, and the village is his fief. He and his soldiers had walked thousands of kilometers to this strange land, and it was not only natural that he wanted to have a woman to play with, or to get something? It was unforgivable that this imp from another place dared to do something to his subordinates, and he must be hanged in public in the square later, so that others could see what would happen if they dared to offend the gendarmes.

Just as he was thinking about how to execute the young man, the sharp-eyed third-level squad leader saw something shiny on the young man's neck.

That's a ...... Knight of the National Order of Merit.

What the hell is this?!!

The captain of the gendarmerie, Daggs, almost clung to his head and shouted, the National Knight Medal could have been awarded by the Commander-in-Chief or the Second Prince himself. Now there are only a handful of Charlemagnes with such medals around their necks, and Daggs forgets exactly which ones have received this highest honor, but offending any of them can expect a terrible end.

The captain of the gendarmerie, who had been pondering how to torture the dead boy a minute ago, suddenly became nervous, but he still felt incredulous, not to mention that this young man's age could not have merits that matched the medal, how could a guy dressed as a civilian wear the medal of Titans?

It was clear that this imp was an impostor, either a saboteur or a spy or a deserter, and he was so arrogant that he dared to pose as an army in his own district. It seems to be a veteran who has succeeded many times. But this time he was unlucky and carried away, and met the shrewd Captain Daggs. If he can catch him, not only will he be able to make this kid pay for insulting him, but he will also be able to make a great contribution, and promotion and medals will not be a problem at that time.

Captain Daggs was pleased with his own judgment, just as he was about to beckon his men to rush up. The boy took out a booklet from his jacket pocket and threw it to Daggs, caught the small book and flipped through it, and cold sweat poured out of Daggs's head.

"François Gernell, Commando Captain II......"

"Reserves. Can you give me back your papers? Also, have you forgotten the etiquette you should have when you meet your commander? Your Excellency, Captain of the Third Class Commando of the Military Police?"

"I'm very sorry...... Ah, all stand upright, salute!"

“Sieg.Heil！”

The gendarmes hurriedly stood up and saluted with their guns, and the deputy of the third-level squad with gold stars in his eyes also hurriedly raised his hands and saluted.

Roland looked coldly at the gendarmes, satisfied with the effect of the improvised idea. Now in Charlemagne's army. Medals are still a rarity, even the chests of many colonels and major generals are bare, and the National Knight Medal for escorting a saint is still enough to calm an ordinary officer. In addition, he already had the honorary rank of Titans, and that document was also a regular document obtained through the normal procedures of Guò, but it was not archived in Titans's file.

As the so-called official level crushes people to death, it is a full seven levels higher here, plus a high-level medal, and the arrogant and brutal gendarmes have to be restrained. In the pretentious reprimand. After another official greeting, Roland used his official duties as an excuse. Got rid of the captain of the gendarmerie, who had kindly invited him to the banquet, and returned to the carriage.

"It's really superb acting, have you ever considered stepping down from the governor's position and becoming an actor?"

As soon as the car door closed, Elena unceremoniously mocked, for the sake of nature. It's more of a disgust for Titans, and even if it's a fabricated lie, it still makes her feel very unpleasant when it comes to Titans.

Although she understands her feelings and has no affection for Titans, Minerva is Charlemagne's princess and Roland's fiancée. To Yelena's offense, she replied with a stern look. However, the latter did not restrain from this, but glared back defiantly.

(Spare me...... ）

Wailing in his heart, Roland had to come out to play the round.

“...... The problem with Titans is not so much a matter of ideology as it is the ills of military administration. ”

"Ideology?"

Chewing on the new vocabulary, Elena was distracted and asked with interest:

"What do you mean. ”

To put it simply, it means that he thinks that he is nobler than other races, and that others should accept slavery unconditionally. ”

"Oh, I see. ”

Nodding, Yelena cast a mocking glance out the window, intentionally or unintentionally. The gendarmes were dispersing the villagers, and the trembling people, the rough gendarmes, and the church not far away could be seen.

We are God's chosen race, and we are the best. Eradicating heresies and bringing the light of civilization to inferior races is the sacred mission that Mother God has entrusted to our humanity. This is the only one that must never be forgotten.

The priests had been tirelessly repeating these words for a long time, and now Charlemagne had tampered with them and trumpeted them to the people and soldiers. The royal right-wing scholars and the Arrow Cross party batons wrote in abusive tones in pamphlets that Charlemagne was not only the bearer of Eastern civilization but also the defender of Western civilization, and that we also had the mission of spreading higher civilization to inferior peoples—and such propaganda was instilled in the heads of the people and soldiers. The rapid defeat of Castile at the beginning of the war, along with a series of military adventures, reinforced in Charlemagne's belief that the Castilians and the other peoples of the land were inferior. Under the agitation of the propaganda machine, the soldiers even regarded the people in the occupied areas as "herd animals".

However, in fact there are quite a few civilians, especially those from the Basque Country, who welcome these aliens who have come to "liberate" them from the "Reign of Terror in Castile".

"In the early days of the war, the inhabitants welcomed Titans like liberators, and the vast majority of their goodwill was sincere. I have been to Castile in the past and can speak both Castilian and Charlemagne. I have seen their lives, so I know very well how the peasants here hate the landlords and the powerful churches that oppress them. Later, in order to industrialize and increase defense spending, the peasants were burdened more and resented the government even more. The interrogation of the captives after the war revealed that a significant number of the captives were eager to join the Titans. War on Castile. In many areas, people are dealing with the occupying forces just like friends. But when the Titans began to militarize the occupied territories and treat the land as a colony, their attitude changed dramatically. ”

"Thanks to your foolish policy of occupation, the Castilian scum-like propaganda apparatus has finally regained a point and succeeded in awakening the patriotic fervor in the heart of every Castilian. For them, this war was no longer a war between kings, but a great patriotic war, and they were willing to pay a qiē for the final victory. It's ironic that this qiē is all of your own making. ”

"It's uncomfortable though. The truth is exactly what you say. ”

Raising his hand to stop Minerva, who wanted to refute, Roland said solemnly:

"But there's room for redemption. ”

“...... Also, after all, there are outliers like you in Charlemagne. ”

Unlike Titans' stupid occupation policy, Roland's relatively moderate district policy did not completely resolve the grudge, but at least the two countries in the district got along well, and the governor's palace granted a considerable amount of equality and freedom to the people under his rule, and the people acquiesced to the fact that Charlemagne's rule was in place. Terrorist activities and repressive reprisals have been significantly reduced, and business has been vigorous. The standard of living has improved significantly.

In the eyes of the general public, the difference between the District and the Titans is the contrast between heaven and hell. Such a strong contrast has caused a large number of people from the surrounding areas to flow into the SAR, and the people who are unable to enter the SAR also have a glimmer of hope - if the governor's authority is expanded, will their own lives be improved as in the SAR?

These subtle psychology and the national will to "resolutely resist to the end" form a delicate balance, the concrete expression of which is that on the one hand, the resistance movement in the area under the jurisdiction of Titans flourished, but the support of the people for the guerrillas was reserved. On the other hand, there was a split within the resistance over whether the Governor of the Saarbadu district should be reassessed and whether he should be approached with him. Although it has not yet developed into a public split, the effects of the differences of opinion are becoming apparent.

Roland's advance and retreat directly determines the direction of the Special Administrative Region and even the whole of Castile.

Furthermore, Charlemagne will promote his rule in the occupied territories and take a solid step towards world hegemony.

Take a step back. The Castilian people will give up the last vesting illusions once and for all, and Castile will become a huge quagmire that will swallow Charlemagne's ambitions and his soldiers.

"There aren't many people who can make a difference in the world at this age, but if you want me to see it, it's probably the president. ”

"It's not the same. ”

Roland shook his head, his tone unusually firm.

"He's different from everybody. ”

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The moth flutters in the air, its wings flapping slowly against its habits, and in just a moment, the color and pattern of the wings change one after another, blending into the surrounding environment.

Through special techniques to change color and mimimic, silently through the streets and alleys, the entire Tears village every move is under the surveillance of hundreds of pairs of compound eyes, all kinds of information gathered into a sheltered place.

- It was a very dark place.

It's wet, it's cold, it's cramped, and it's all the elements that make you feel dark and cramped. Candles were lit all around, and in the faint candlelight, the shadows extended and distorted, adding a mysterious and eerie atmosphere to the space.

In the dark and cramped space, a young man was happily humming a little song.

This young man has white hair as smooth as a ferret, and his upright appearance is transformed by light and shadow, and from time to time it will deduce the depth of an old man.

"Huh?"

At some point, a moth appeared out of thin air and stopped on the young man's finger, emitting a faint green fluorescence, and it was impossible to have a zài moth in reality.

Playing with his fingers like a moth with his heart, the young man laughed happily.

"That's a ...... The guy desperately guarded and did everything possible to prevent the wind from leaking, and the most important toy still came here by his own will. It would be ironic to say that this was the arrangement of fate. ”

According to the rules and regulations and the obligations of subordinates, such matters should be reported immediately, and there should be no room for delay.

But—

"That's not bad, no, it's great. ”

Playing with moths, the young man, a direct subordinate of the Archon of Alfheim and the head of the strongest personal guard "Seven Deadly Sins", the "arrogant" Walgrevo smiled.

He smiled with great pleasure.

"Important toys deviate from the set track and run with all their might in a direction that completely deviates from the goal...... When you see the result of your years of hard work become like this, what kind of wonderful expression will that always calm face show?"

Quietly sneering, reveling in his imagination, Walgrevo didn't notice that his little fingers were trembling slightly. (To be continued......)