Suddenly, there was an uproar in the military formation, people's eyes were filled with disbelief, and mixed discussions filled the surrounding area.
"Is he the red dragon? The King of Burning Embers?"
"How is that possible?"
"How can this be an evil dragon? He is obviously an elegant noble."
"Did Archduke Leo deceive us?"
Cassius's charisma is enough to distort reality, even to the point where dragons are unconsciously affected by it. Therefore, even if he appears in the form of a simple image, it is more than enough to sink these mortals who have never seen the world.
Under the gaze of tens of thousands of soldiers, Cassius began his performance:
"I think you may have some misunderstandings about me. After all, in the propaganda of the nobles of the North, I am a dragon that eats people without spitting out their bones, a demon who rapes women, and an invader who breaks peace and order."
"But the fact is that every time, every time, it is the nobles of the North who take the initiative to provoke the war, whether it is the Three Kingdoms Alliance in the Battle of Trier or the so-called Anti-Red Dragon Alliance, just because they cannot tolerate anyone who shakes the foundation of their rule. The country cannot tolerate a burning kingdom that abolishes serfdom and hereditary aristocracy.”
Cassius spoke for a moment, with a hint of doubt in his tone and a particularly sincere expression.
"Soldiers, I really want to know - what are you fighting for?"
"Did you really believe that ridiculous rhetoric about Scanians sharing weal and woe? The Northland is not your country, but a paradise for the nobles. They regard you as 'gray cattle' and lowly consumables. .”
"Everyone, please look back on your careless life in the North. When have you ever been treated seriously by the nobles?"
"The scholars of the kingdom have said that class is the only criterion for dividing society. In the eyes of the nobles of the North, you and them, who are of low origin, have never been of the same species, so how can you become so-called compatriots?
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"When they whip serfs, violate young children, kill slaves for fun, and torture you for generations, they never remember that you are their compatriots."
Cassius was not very impassioned, he just stated the facts in a calm tone.
But just like this, countless soldiers rarely started to think, their hearts began to waver, and some even believed in the words of the red dragon.
"Really. Is that so?"
"What he said seems to make sense."
"Yeah, those nobles won't give us the money."
"My daughter was snatched away by a certain master."
Cassius continued to say in a deep voice:
"In fact, you have no reason to fight for them or sacrifice your lives for them. Even if you don't point your sword at these nobles, it is already a great mercy and forgiveness."
"And I hereby promise as a king and in the name of Cassius, King of Ember - when the Kingdom of Ember rules this land, you will regain your most basic dignity."
"Hereditary serfdom will no longer exist, freedom and equality will become the main theme of society, anyone can get rich through hard work, and can even work hard to be promoted to a noble. This is what has really happened in Beifeng Castle in the past few years. ”
Under the influence of charisma, Cassius's words sounded so sincere to the ears of the soldiers. However, considering the presence of the officers, they could only whisper and express their own simple comments on this.
"Do people like us also have the chance to become nobles?"
"Sounds good to me."
"Then what else are we fighting?"
"This is much more generous than those stingy gentlemen."
As the noisy discussions became more and more loud, Count Lauren Bosque finally realized the other party's purpose - he wanted to disperse the morale of the army!
And what made Laurent shudder the most was that even he couldn't help but sink into the words just now, and unconsciously agreed with them.
However, even Cassius's words could not distort a person's identity. As a noble, Laurent was naturally aware of the sinister nature of these words.
"This is simply the devil's whisper!"
"How dare they listen to such words!"
"If it weren't for the leadership of our ancestors, would these beasts be where they are today?"
Lauren looked around at the hesitant soldiers and gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with hatred.
"This can't go on like this!"
Thinking of this, Laurent rode a horse and rushed into the army. He waved his sword with a ferocious expression. With one sword, he beheaded an ordinary soldier who was talking enthusiastically and full of longing for the future, and held the dead head high. Lift it up. "Soldiers, you have been bewitched by the evil dragon!"
"And he is the fate of the rebels!"
"Have you all seen it?"
Laurent held up the bloody head, mounted his horse and inspected the military formation.
The soldiers who had been whispering before suddenly fell silent. They involuntarily shrank their necks, their faces full of fear, but they still stared at Lauren closely, with some strange emotions suppressed in their eyes.
Yes, they haven't arrived in that "Utopia" yet.
Still under the rule of the northern nobles.
Lauren seemed to be about to lose his mind. He discarded the head casually, pointed at the shadow in the sky with his blood-stained sword, and said in an almost hoarse voice:
"Evil dragon! Did you see it?"
"We Scanians are invincible and will never surrender!"
"The glory of Russell Bosque will always shine in the North, and we will rule here for a thousand or ten thousand years!"
But the expression of the "King of Burning Embers" in the image did not change at all. He was still so indifferent, as if he had never looked directly at Lauren, or even completely ignored him.
Cassius looked down at tens of thousands of soldiers and said bluntly:
"It's just a pity that you are blocking the road to the reunification of the kingdom, but I have always been a peace-loving dragon who doesn't like killing."
"I'll give you three hours. If you don't want to die, leave here."
"Not much time"
Suddenly, the military formation became noisy again.
You must know that there are tens of thousands of people here, most of whom are serfs and civilians. There are only less than ten thousand noble soldiers. When the majesty of the northern nobles is broken, fleeing becomes a matter of course. matter.
They were of low origin and had very little education, but they could not understand many of Cassius's words, but they could understand the whipping and oppression of the nobles, because this was what they had personally experienced, and more importantly - they wanted to Stay alive.
"I want to live."
"Let's go, get out of here."
"I've had enough of those noble lords!"
"How can we defeat such an enemy?"
The soldiers began to flee, and the officers were unable to stop them.
But the army of Burning Ember Kingdom actually abided by the agreement. Even if someone fled in their direction, the army of the kingdom suppressed the urge to kill and did not take action. After all, this was the personal order of Red Dragon, and no one dared to disobey it.
Lauren roared hoarsely, and he chased the fleeing soldiers on horseback:
"Come back! You beasts!"
"The kindness of your ancestors will never end in your lifetime!"
His eyes were red, and he killed the deserters one after another, but he still could not stop the general trend of fleeing. After all, it was tens of thousands of people.
"Am I going to fail in this way?"
"Is it over before the battle begins?"
"These damn beasts, pigs, all deserve to go to hell! I am still too kind to them!"
Lauren was riding on the horse, panting heavily. His twisted face was covered with blood - but it was not his own, or even the enemy's.
"Sir, please stop, we still have to gather the remaining troops."
The adjutant quickly grabbed him and whispered. (End of chapter)