When I die, I will go to the deepest part of hell.

With words that seemed to be enlightened and cursed in his heart, the hand that grabbed the edge of the podium worked harder, and the strength of the voice increased a little.

"Yes, the enemy forces are indeed more powerful than ever before, enough to be shocking. However, as a result, we have proven time and again that advanced weapons alone cannot determine the outcome of a war, and it is always the living people who use weapons to determine the final victory. No matter how many times we do, we will be able to prove to the world that Charlemagne will never lose to something inhuman. ”

In the form of a beautiful woman in men's clothing, through communication, and at the same time preaching to 700,000 soldiers and people in Charlemagne's controlled area, the girl in the image is beautiful and resolute, and the gentle pupils are lodged with a powerful and powerful light, which is the extraordinary light, transcending the barriers of time and distance, and appealing to people.

Barracks, towns, churches, squares, markets, farmlands, people in different places with different ideas, staring at the holy maiden projected overhead.

The eyes of anticipation are focused on the heroes who work miracles.

Even if he couldn't meet everyone one by one, just looking at the 30,000 soldiers under the podium who almost crowded the scene, and bearing those heavy and scorching eyes, it is not difficult for Roland to imagine what kind of mentality people across the country use to watch his speech.

"I'm sorry to miss the opportunity to say hello, but it's a great honor to be able to work with all of you. For the sake of tomorrow and for the sake of peace, please lend me your strength!"

"Oooh!!"

"Holy Maiden!"

"The Holy Maiden of Salvation!"

"An undefeated miracle!"

The heartfelt and stirring uproar swelled and boiled throughout Charlemagne.

As if in response to the girl in the picture, some nodded slightly, some waved clenched fists, and many more folded their hands in front of their chests after making a cross.

The above is still a relatively normal painting style.

The soldiers who listened to the speech were completely out of control.

Oh oh oh oh !!

It was like rolling thunder, like a howling wind, and the layers of sound shook the dry air.

It wasn't a sigh of despair, it wasn't a roar after madness.

That's cheers.

It was not a cheer from the mouth of one person, but a voice full of hope and joy turned into a wave that swept over the whole speech site.

Oh oh oh !!

The soldiers, who had thought that all hope had been lost, and who had once turned into lying on the ground waiting for death to visit their living corpses, erupted in earth-shattering cheers, and the entire audience could barely hear anything except the strong buzz, but this did not prevent them from cheering from the bottom of their hearts.

Everyone looked up at the podium, and whether they saw it or not, they cheered at the petite maiden on the podium. The face that had once been numb and empty was now full of hope, and in the roaring waves, even mixed with laughter.

Obviously, the encirclement has not been broken, and the Grim Reaper is still hovering overhead.

Even so, people can laugh out loud.

There are several reasons why this can be achieved.

Originally, the venue for the speech was too small for the huge number of people of 30,000, and if the crowd that exceeded the limit was accommodated in a small place, and then the atmosphere of fanaticism was spread among the crowd by clever inducement of language, human beings would be easily induced, lose the calmness of independent thinking, and easily accept the opinions of others. Not to mention the fact that the soldiers of the Rhine Front had a special situation.

Surrounded by an enemy with absolute superiority, and the imminent visit of a monster that can be described as the embodiment of death, it is impossible for a soldier who can still act in such an environment and act according to reason and rules to pass the test of life and death. So they gave up on themselves, became addicted to alcohol and drugs, and then turned to religion to comfort their souls.

It's just that the human mind is both delicate and complex, and even if it is a limit state, human beings will still get used to it. At least humans can't sustain the euphoria fueled by fear and despair for long. Once a tipping point is crossed, the excitement cools down quickly, and the human being falls into a state of complete prostration. When they can't even feel the tension, humans are like puppets with broken strings, just paralyzed there, unable to do anything but breathe.

In this state, even for religion, it is quite difficult to paralyze the mind and then quickly awaken and drive the crowd. This is because the main means by which religion attracts believers is to "promise a better future," and in the face of an object whose independent thinking has stagnated, it will take a lot of effort to make him understand and believe in the "promised future." Not to mention the current situation, how attractive are just one or two promises? Can so-called promises, which are not even the glimmer of fireflies, attract people who are in endless darkness to dedicate themselves to it? At a time when every second counts, this kind of practice is really too inefficient.

More effective means must be used, at least to enable these soldiers to become an effective fighting force and to get them out of the status quo.

To get out of the status quo, there must be a sudden change of situation.

That is, the hope called "hero".

More tangible than empty promises and preaching, it can show clear results, and it can convince people in despair that this person can bring them out of a desperate situation.

For Charlemagne's soldiers, the saint maiden who repeatedly performed miracles and made the impossible possible was that hero.

Heroes, holy maidens, miracles, redemptions.

The soldiers only had these words left in their minds, and the girl on the podium was the embodiment of these words. As for who she really is, what kind of life she has lived so far, how she thinks of the current situation in front of her and the people who cheer for her. No one knows, and no one wants to know.

People were just blindly fanatical, blindly cheering, and the slight fear and guilt in the girl's eyes did not meet their eyes.

......

While everyone dragged their obviously tired but unfinished bodies back to their barracks residences, Roland also returned to his exclusive tent as one of the few privileges for women in the army, and the quiet and clean residence was always given priority to generals and women. As Roland, the assigned tent is even more far away from the drunkard and the group of stinky men who have almost forgotten what women look like. But returning to the tent doesn't mean she can rest, as Charlemagne's hero and world-class icon still has a lot of work to do.

For example: read letters from worshippers all over the country and reply to them.

It is normal for worshippers to write letters to the object of worship. On the one hand, it is to pour out his feelings, and on the other hand, it is also to create a sense of connection between himself and the object of worship in this way. Especially today's Charlemagne, a thousand talismans and family letters are not as good as a reply letter from a holy girl, and a thousand words from military and political officials are not as good as a word of comfort from a holy girl.

In the face of the hot emotions of tens of millions of people, even without considering the sense of connection and cohesion, Roland cannot turn a deaf ear to those sincere voices. So wrestling with the huge mountain of letters became his nightly obligation.

Unlike traditional politicians and aristocrats who ignore intelligence networks and mass politics, Roland is well aware of the power of the public and intelligence, so the role of "Holy Maiden" has always been positioned more like a professional idol than a military general and politician. Every day, in addition to dealing with official documents and military affairs, I also have to participate in various trivial public activities, and I have to do my best from beginning to end, and the same is true for replying to admirers. After all, the sender who has never met is likely to be bloodied shortly after the letter is sent.

In fact, Li Lin's situation is almost the same, as an eloquent and good-looking national leader, he has been deeply sought after by the people. Coupled with its special status and established merits, the people of Alfheim regard him as a god. Every day, the dictator receives a full wagon of letters and gifts from fanatical admirers from all over the country, and it is a chore for the dictator to deal with so many letters and gifts every day. As a result, a special correspondence office was set up and a bunch of civilian staff were recruited to handle the work of replying to letters. It may be a little insincere, but if nothing is known about it, the fanatical admirers themselves will find the reason that the dictator's time is precious and must be used to deal with great issues, such as world peace and national revival. It is a crime against the whole world to allow the dictator to spend precious time and energy on such a trivial matter as replying to a letter.

Roland didn't think about setting up a similar department, but he didn't have the time, and he didn't have the money, so he and his companions could only write back to the letter.

The only thing to be thankful for is that most of the letters are touting and encouraging the Holy Maiden, and as long as they are written according to a certain format template, the speed of reply is actually very fast. After writing too much, I don't even need a template, and everyone is completely silently writing while chatting and talking about work.

"The Church has a new priesthood garment and corresponding qualifiers have arrived. ”

"What saint is coming this time? St. Joseph (the Savior's carpenter's adoptive father)?St. Valentine (the patron saint of lovers)?"

"I'm afraid you're going to be disappointed, here are the two most unpopular saints of the dragons, St. George and St. Marda. ”

"That's really ...... Masterpiece. ”

The teacup shattered, and Valrhona gritted her teeth and said:

"But that thing isn't a dragon, can spears and prayers (physics) settle him?"

"Maybe the church has its own ideas......"

The spider's reasoning was interrupted by the sound of stationery falling, and the girls turned their heads together to look at Roland, only to see him holding a thin piece of stationery in a daze, his hands trembling slightly.

Through the folding table, the girls could not make out the tiny handwriting on the letters, but the large words written in blood at the end of the letters were clearly visible.

You're a murderer! Give me back my son!