Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1388 1360. The combination of riots cannot afford to delay

"Will they attack the peasants who provide their infantry? Will they attack the various guilds of craftsmen and merchants? Will they attack the free towns?"

Before anyone else could react, Demavi fired off a barrage of questions.

This question is not only spoken quickly, but also speaks directly to people's hearts!

Suddenly, the expressions of the other kings became unnatural.

They looked at Demavi in ​​surprise, as if they didn't understand why he asked such a question. But under those superficial and easy-to-understand expressions, they all knew that several people present were thinking about something else.

Something not very easy to express.

"Why are you looking at me with such dumbfounded eyes?"

Under the gazes of the other four people, Demavi seemed to be the one who should be confused. He turned his head and looked around.

It wasn't until the pretended surprise of these people subsided quietly that the very deliberate doubt on his face also subsided.

"Okay, there's no point in pretending anymore." Demavi put the beer glass that he had placed on his stomach when he was half-lying on the table.

"Rumors have spread: It is said that in the occupied areas of Nilfgaard, farmers and craftsmen will live better, they will be freer and richer, and the merchant guild will also have privileges that are not available in the north."

"And our markets are almost flooded with Nilfgaardian goods. In Brugge and Verden, the Nilfgaardian florin is replacing the local currency as the currency in circulation."

"If things go on like this, the Nilfgaardians won't have to use force at all, they will be able to turn us into paupers in a commodity dumping ground."

"Not to mention that now, a continuous riot is breaking out in my kingdom." Demavi said in a low voice.

"There are peasant uprisings in Aedirn every year." Vizmir comforted softly, "Isn't this uncommon, Demavi? Just suppress it."

But the old king of Redania's comfort didn't seem to work.

Demavi just looked at him coldly.

"I said, there's no point in pretending anymore, Vizmir. If you really didn't know, then Dijkstra should be beheaded by you now for dereliction of duty."

The king of Aedirn turned his face.

"This uprising is different. You are right. Every year the farmers in my kingdom revolt, and my court and vassals and I suppress them year after year."

"But I don’t know what’s going on this year! I just don’t know what’s going on! This uprising cannot be suppressed! Instead, it is spreading more and more widely!"

"Damn it! Now in Aden, those farmers have joined forces with the Scoia'tael!"

Even now, Demavi is still surprised when these words come out of his own mouth, as if he himself cannot understand them.

"The human peasant mob and the inhuman race's Scoia'tael! They have merged! Who can believe it? Who can?!"

"When I heard it, I didn't believe it! My court didn't believe it either! No one believed it! But it's true!"

"I saw it with my own eyes! The Scoia'tael dwarves rescued the rioting human farmers. The human farmer's children grabbed the wounded elf guerrilla by the waist and dragged him away!"

Foltest and Vizmir were silent, but Meve and Henselt narrowed their eyes.

The intelligence agencies of Redania and Temeria are very strong, and Demavi did not say these words to them at all.

In fact, they both know these situations.

Although Henselt and Mewe had collected some intelligence, this was the first time they heard Demavi describe this unusual riot in their country so clearly.

"The original situation is: Although the Scoia'tael's soldiers are of good quality, and the inhuman **** do have two brushes, their numbers are a flaw. The rioting peasants only have one person and nothing else."

"We will not organize armed forces or send troops into formation."

"Both things are easy to deal with."

"The result is now a combined fuck!"

Demavi cursed again: "I have never seen such a difficult peasant riot!"

Everyone present was silent, but someone didn't know who sighed. The rapids of the Pontal Valley outside the window were still roaring, and the howling wind also flapped the windows from time to time.

"These are the things we worry about," Henselt concluded. "It's all the work of the Nilfgaardians. No doubt about it!"

"Emhyr's envoy is instigating the inhuman races. Even the inhuman races themselves know this. They are spreading rumors and provoking riots."

"They also spent a lot of money, promising to give companies and guilds special privileges, giving power and status to the princes and nobles, and promised that they would hold important positions in the new province, which is our land."

"I don't know what your country is like, but Kaedwen is full of priests, preachers, astrologers, and mystics who pop up all of a sudden, all preaching that the end of the world is coming."

"It's the same in my kingdom." Foltest added. "It's like seeing a ghost."

"Peace has been maintained for so many years. Since my grandfather slaughtered most of the priests and made them realize their place, the remaining ones are doing something meaningful."

"Study teachings and books, impart knowledge to children, take care of the disabled and homeless, treat diseases, and no longer get involved in politics."

"But suddenly, now they have all woken up! They have also begun to spread what they have 'understood' to the people, making the people 'think' that they finally know the reason for their hardship."

"The latest theme of our preaching is: A savior is coming from the south! The south! Across the Yaruga River!"

"The White Flame," whispered Demavi, "the white frost will come, followed by the white light. Then the world will be reborn through the White Flame and the White Queen." "Isliny's prophecy, but there is no doubt, This is a purposefully altered version that emphasizes 'White Flame', Emhyr's nickname."

"I arrested the missionary who spread this in Vengerberg. But it was of no use. The word probably spread far."

"Be careful, Demavi." Vizmir frowned and reminded, "Don't let those missionaries become martyrs. This is exactly what Emhyr wants to see."

"You can even arrest all the Nilfgaardians, but don't touch the priests. The consequences are unpredictable. They still enjoy prestige and influence among the people, and your arrest and trial will make these things more popular!"

"We can't have riots in our towns or declare war on the farmers we govern."

"You think I'm a young boy, Vizmir? Haha, I don't know if it's luck or misfortune." Demavi smiled bitterly. "The hottest news in Aden right now is the merger between the Scoia'tael and the rioting farmers."

"As for how they achieved the impossible trust in each other, and what kind of intrigues and discordant missionaries there were, it didn't make any waves."

"Damn it, for the sake of plague and smallpox!" Henselt roared like a wild boar with its head on the ground.

"You can't do this, you can't do that, but let me tell you, we met in this Haji Fortress secretly not just to complain like a widow! We have to do it!"

"What did Miwei ask just now? 'Who can't afford it now'? OK, the analysis is over, the answer is us! But what happens next?"

"That's what I was saying from the beginning!" Vizmir knocked the table with his fist, and the signet ring on his finger banged against the wood. "I propose action!"

"What action?"

"How?"

Silence fell again, but this time, it was a female voice who had only a few words to break the silence.

Because the eyes of the remaining four men were all looking at her in silence, because these four men all knew: Although the queen of Leiria is beautiful and sexy, when the critical moment comes, even a hundred men cannot be as good as her. Decisive and courageous.

Of course, decisiveness and bravery can also turn into recklessness. But here comes the even more valuable thing: this respectable woman also has the responsibility to pay for her actions, admit defeat, and the ability to learn lessons.

So at this juncture, the four male kings with handles on their bodies all looked at a queen.

"I bet that there are actually many such situations among us in the palace, your majesties."

Miwei crossed her fingers and leaned on the back of the chair.

"There is an atmosphere of unresolved in the air. For example, in my court, my husband will be thinking about how to sleep with an extra maid. My marshal will be thinking about how to make himself famous in history. My advisor wizard will imagine that he is running the country. Just Even the clown is gloomy and boring, suddenly worried about his long-lost self-esteem and unwilling to act ugly. "

"They all looked at me tentatively to see if their master was sick today. He had neither the energy nor the mood to get angry."

“But if I put my mind to it, I can show them what I can do!”

"My determination can make the city wall shake! Then all those stupid thoughts in their heads will be cleared away, and their eyes will suddenly become clear!"

Miwei's hands fiddled with her large gemstone necklace.

"Now, the Nilfgaardians are also watching us, in this unresolved atmosphere. Stupid ideas are sprouting in many people's minds. So, now we must also show our determination and ability!"

"Destroy the Scoia'tael!" Henselt responded quickly as if he was waiting for these words, "Let's launch a huge joint military operation to baptize the inhuman race! Let the blood of the elves flow from the source of the Gwenrich River to Flow to the estuary!”

"Send a crusade to suppress the free elves of Dol Bretanna." Speaking of the elves, Demavi gritted his teeth, "Send the troops in two directions, and there is another to go to the Broklon Forest to destroy the tree spirits! If there are any that are not dead, throw them into the protected area!”

"Send Kraz An Quite to the Nilfgaardian coastline!" Vizmir said, "He has sworn a blood oath to avenge Calanthe and his wife. This is a good time to show your strength!"

"It's not enough." Foltest shook his head, "These are not enough. We need. I know what we really need."

"Then tell me quickly! Every minute and every second, the entire north is getting more and more shaky!"

"Cintra."

"What?!"

"Take Cintra back from the hands of the Nilfgaardians!" Foltest said seriously, "Across the Yaruga River, the only way is to cross the boundary and fight to the other side! Only in this way can we show strength, otherwise Who can be restrained?"

"But we just said that the Yaruga River is a natural chasm, and there is nothing we can do about it."

Demavinane said.

"That's something the Nilfgaardians can't do." The Temerian king seemed to have straightened out his thoughts at this time and spoke quickly. "The landing point, the radiation range of the military stronghold, and the number of ships. The key to crossing the river is all on our side!"

"The Nilfgaardians cannot transport tens of thousands of people to the other side of the river in one go. If they are not capable of transporting soldiers, they will be slowly eaten by us. But we have this ability! Not to mention the advantage of sudden attacks!"

"And" Foltest mused, "don't forget the Massacre of Sintra!"

"Even if you have forgotten it, neither the people of Cintra nor the Skellige people have forgotten it! To this day, there are still large-scale guerrillas fighting against the men in black in the land of Cintra! We will get support when we fight there ”

"And the most important thing is"

The king, the handsomest of them all, looked around.

"I remember that the highest existing noble title in Cintra belongs to a friend we all know. Once it is possible to recapture Cintra."

At the end of the sentence, Foltest did not finish.

But deep thoughts already appeared in the eyes of the other four people.

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