Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1388 1360. Riots merge and cannot be delayed

"Will they attack the farmers who are the source of infantry? Will they attack the various craftsmen and merchant guilds? Will they attack the free towns?"

Before anyone else could react, Demawi asked questions in rapid succession.

This question was not only fast, but also pointed directly to people's hearts!

For a moment, the expressions of the other kings became unnatural.

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

Something that was not easy to express.

"Why are you looking at me so dumbfounded?"

Under the gaze of the other four people, Demawi seemed to be the one who should be confused. He turned his head and looked at people everywhere.

Until the pretended surprise of these people quietly faded away, the very deliberate doubt on his face also faded away.

"Okay, there's no point in pretending any more." Demawi put the beer cup that he had placed on his stomach when he was half-lying down on the table.

"The rumor has spread: it is said that in the occupied areas of Nilfgaard, farmers and craftsmen can live better, they are freer and richer, and the merchant guild will also have privileges that the north does not have."

"And our market is about to be flooded with Nilfgaard's goods. In Brugge and Weden, Nilfgaard's florin is replacing the local currency as the currency in circulation."

"In the long run, the Nilfgaardians don't even need to use force, they can turn us into paupers who dump goods."

"Not to mention that now, my kingdom is erupting in a continuous riot." Demawi said in a low voice.

"There are peasant uprisings in Aedir every year." Vizimir comforted softly, "Isn't this a common thing, Demawi? Just suppress it."

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

Demawi just looked at him coldly.

"I told you, there's no point in pretending, Vizimir. If you really don't know, then Dijkstra should be beheaded by you for dereliction of duty."

The King of Aedirn turned his head.

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

"But I don't know what happened this year! I just don't know what the hell happened! This uprising can't be suppressed! Instead, it's getting wider and wider!"

"Damn! Now in Aedirn, those peasants have joined the Scoia'tael!"

Even now, Demawi still said these words with surprise, as if he himself couldn't understand it.

"Human farmer mobs and the non-human Scoia'tael! They have joined forces! 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 dwarves of the Scoia'tael saved the rioting human farmers, and the children of the human farmers grabbed the waist of the wounded elven guerrillas and dragged him away!"

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

The intelligence agencies of Redania and Temeria are very strong, and Demave was not talking to them at all.

They both knew all about these situations.

Although Henselt and Mivi also collected some intelligence, it was the first time they heard Demave talk so clearly about this unusual riot in their country.

"The original situation is: although the quality of the Squirrel Party soldiers is good, and the inhuman bastards are indeed capable, their numbers are a disadvantage. The rebellious peasants only have one person, and they can do nothing else."

"They can't organize armed forces, and they can't send troops to form a battle array."

"Both things are easy to deal with."

"But now they are combined together!"

Demawi cursed again: "I have never seen such a difficult peasant rebellion!"

Everyone present was silent, but I don't know who sighed. The rapids of the Pontar River Valley outside the window were still rumbling, and the howling winds were hitting the window sashes from time to time.

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

"Emhyr's envoys are inciting the non-human races, and even the non-human races themselves know about it. Spreading rumors and inciting riots."

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

"I don't know what your country is like, but in Kaedwen, there are priests, missionaries, astrologers, and mystics who suddenly appeared everywhere, and they all preached the coming of the end of the world."

"It's the same in my kingdom." Foltest continued. "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 position, the remaining ones have been doing meaningful things."

"Studying doctrines and books, imparting knowledge to children, caring for the disabled and the homeless, treating diseases, and no longer interfering in politics."

"But suddenly, now they have all woken up! And began to spread what they "realized" to the people, making the people "think" that they finally know the reason for their difficult lives."

"The theme of the recent preaching is: A savior will come from the south! South! Across the Yaruga River!"

"White Flame." Demawi whispered, "White Frost will come, followed by White Light. Then the world will be reborn through White Flame and the White Queen."

"Islinni's prophecy, but there is no doubt that this is a purposefully tampered version. Emphasis on 'White Flame', which is the nickname of Enxier."

"I arrested the missionary who spread this in Vengerberg. But it's useless. This word is probably spread far and wide."

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

"You can even arrest all 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 prosperous!"

"We can't let riots occur in the town, nor can we declare war on the farmers under our rule."

"Do you think I'm a young boy, Vizimir? Ha, I don't know whether it's lucky or unfortunate." Demawi smiled bitterly. "The hottest news in Aedirn now is the merger of the Scoia'tael and the rioting farmers."

"About how they reached the trust that was impossible to reach each other, and what tricks and disputes there were, the missionary's matter did not cause any waves. "

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

"You can't do this, you can't do that. But let me tell you, we didn't meet secretly in this Haji Fortress just to complain like a widow! We have to do it now!"

"What did Mi Wei ask just now? 'Who can't afford it now?' Okay, after the analysis, the answer is us! But what next?"

"I was saying this at the beginning!" Vizmir knocked his fist on the table, and the signet ring on his finger banged on the wood. "I propose action!"

"What action?"

"How to do it?"

Silence fell again, but this time, it was broken by a female voice that had only said a few words just now.

Because the remaining four men all looked at her in this silence, because these four men all knew: Although the queen of Lyria is beautiful and sexy, when it comes to the critical moment, a hundred men are not as decisive and brave as her.

Of course, decisiveness and courage can also become recklessness. But what is more valuable is that this respectable woman has the ability to pay for her actions, admit defeat, and learn lessons at the same time.

So at this juncture, the four male kings with penises all looked at a queen at the same time.

"I bet there are many such cases in our court, Your Majesties."

Mi Wei crossed her fingers and leaned back in her chair.

"There is an unresolved atmosphere in the air. For example, in my court, my husband would think about how to sleep with one more maid. My marshal would think about how to make himself famous in history. My advisor wizard fantasizes that he is running the country. Even the clown is gloomy and boring, and suddenly he is concerned about his self-esteem that has disappeared for a long time and is unwilling to make a fool of himself."

"They all looked at me tentatively to see if their master is sick today, and has no strength or mood to get angry."

"But as long as I make up my mind, I can show them what I can do!"

"My determination can make the city walls shake! Then all those stupid ideas in their heads were swept away, and their eyes suddenly became clear!"

Mi Wei's hands fiddled with her big gem 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!"

"Eliminate the Scoia'tael!" Henselt seemed to be waiting for this sentence, and responded quickly, "Let's have a large-scale joint military operation to bloodbath the non-human races! Let the blood of the elves flow from the source of the Gwenrich River to the estuary!"

"Send a punitive team to suppress the free elves of Dol Bretanna." Speaking of elves, Demawi gritted his teeth, "Send two troops, and one to the Brokilon Forest to wipe out the tree spirits! If there are any that are not completely dead, throw them to the protected area!"

"Send Kratz an Quet to Nilfgaard Coastline!" Vizimir said, "He swore a blood oath to avenge Calanthe and his wife. This is a good time to show strength!"

"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 becoming more and more shaky!"

"Cintra."

"What?!"

"Take Cintra back from the Nilfgaardians!" Foltest said seriously, "Cross the Yaruga River, only cross the line and fight to the other side! Only in this way can it be called showing strength, otherwise who can be suppressed? "

"But we just said that the Yaruga River is a natural moat, and there is no way to deal with it."

Demawi said hesitantly.

"That's because the Nilfgaardians can't do anything." The King of Temeria seemed to have sorted out his thoughts at this time, and spoke quickly. "The landing point, the radiation range of the military base, the number of ships. The key to crossing the river is all on our side!"

"The Nilfgaardians can't send tens of thousands of people to the other side of the river at once. If they don't have the ability to send troops, they will be slowly eaten up by us. But we have this ability! What's more, a sudden attack will have an advantage!"

"And," Foltest pondered, "don't forget the Cintra Massacre!"

"Even if you have forgotten, the people of Cintra and Skellige have not forgotten! To this day, there are still large-scale guerrillas fighting the black men on the land of Cintra! We will have support if we go over there."

"And the most important thing is"

The most handsome king among the people present looked around.

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

Foltest did not finish his words at the end.

But the eyes of the other four people had already shown deep thoughts.