The Crystal Palace Of Heaven

Indeed, as Lu Xi and Seshili judged, when the fleet and the air cavalry enclosed the Orahran fortress, the artillery of the Rose Army began to set up artillery positions on the island of Ete, even when When two giant artillery guns with a barrel length of more than 30 meters appeared on the island, nearly 10,000 defenders in the fortress dared not attack, and even watchers lying on the city head looking out Carefully. After showing a little bit, he quickly shrank back, at first glance it looked like a group of trembling hamsters.

As for the legendary township tool, the largest magic crystal cannon in the world named "The Eye of the Sun God", no one dared to push it out of the fortress where the cannon was located. It doesn't exist at all.

By the time the cannon had been erected, it was already past nine o'clock in the evening. The crew, cavalry and artillery began (in the army it is) a very rich dinner. Everyone has just won a brilliant victory. It is understandable to celebrate a little. Anyway, the frightened remnant soldiers in the city did not dare to show their heads now. It would be better if the smell of meat could not help but surrender.

What do you say, will they attack the city while they are eating?

Emmm, a group of remnant soldiers who have just lost 90% of their troops after a big defeat, if they can recover their fighting spirit and rush out of the city in just a few hours, then send them a dying struggle What about victory?

In short, each of the most common soldiers is divided into large pieces of barbecue steak, broth, potatoes boiled in butter, apples and white bread fluffed with cream, plus a small glass of ale. Everyone was very happy.

However, when these fragrances drifted into the fortress of Olahran, the soldiers who had already desperately wanted to die, now really want to climb the city wall and jump down.

They are also having dinner. Even in the main hall of the fortress, the senior officers including the Marshal, the quality of the meals are no better than ordinary soldiers outside.

The senior officers of the Aristocratic Coalition Army sat blankly at their respective tables. They suffered a great defeat and were trapped in the fortress of China and North Korea. They really had no appetite. The quality of the dinner before them was even more inexplicable, and of course, they couldn't even eat a bite.

A piece of dark bread, a boiled potato, a bowl of salty soup boiled with stinky salted fish and sauerkraut for a long time. Is this what people eat? Are you humiliating our great Austrian aristocracy and glorious federal generals?

The reason why no one borrowed the question to borrow the heads of the cook and the supply officer to appease the military's heart or something was because the most handsome Marshal who was present didn't mind at all. Looking like that, I don't know what I was tasting and rated the five-star food in the food magazine.

However, the collision of spoons with soup and food, the swallowing throat wriggling, finally made this dull and even depressed hall more human.

Marshal Mencius drank the salted fish soup for more than half a minute, picked up the black bread and wiped it in the bowl a few times, ripped a piece and threw it into his mouth, chewed it vigorously and swallowed it. The senior officers present said: "Don't be so sad, as long as I have food and wine, I can have a good dream today! Everyone is in this very time, but they should learn this."

Looking at the Marshal's still cheerful and unusual smiley face, it seemed that the fiasco during the day had never happened. The officers squeezed an ugly grin frowningly, and they had to pick up the bowls, eating with slowness like they were chewing.

Never expected that one day they would fall to the point of eating such food! Many generals who were born into the wealthy thought of this, could not help crying.

These people really lack empathy! They never imagined that there are people in this world who can't even eat their meals, so they have to start working at night. For example, in the city of Elixir at this moment, the printing workers under the Elixir Times, these plain working class who have not eaten a full meal for almost a month, were just The boss got out of his hut and came to the printing house.

"Tomorrow's front page must be changed, so everyone will work hard tonight." The editor-in-chief and chief reporter of the Elixir Times, Mr. Soldino agitated his employees aloud.

He is also a famous scholar and writer, although he has never heard of any particularly influential works. He is also a professor at Nadia Central National University. In ten years, it is said that at least one hundred female students who have not taken a hundred classes of fragrance have attended at least one hundred. Of course, the above are all malicious rumours, which are a vilification of Mr. Soldino.

However, Mr. Soldino is still a cousin of the Dandelion family of dandelions, is this not a rumor? In addition, he was still a favorite of the ladies of the door-to-door ladies, and did not fall out of favor from the age of fresh meat to the age of old bacon. This is not only a rumor, but he admits himself with pride.

　　Soldino is indeed quite handsome. Although he has been over forty years old, his charm has not diminished. Instead, he slowly brewed into a kind of elegant and handsome temperament. However, it is not the focus for the on-site printing and printing workers. They can always call the other party the "cowboy" in their backs.

If it were not for the whole family's young and old eating and drinking, Lhasa was pointing to this guy's meager salary, everyone had already exploded his oil-faced noodle dog face.

Then, some workers asked patiently: "So, it's all time, do we have to work overtime?"

"I was risking my life to **** the material from the battlefield, and you just work overtime, what is there to complain about?" Mr. Soldino said with a natural tone.

You're in danger of a fart, don't think that labor and capital don't know where you big journalists are all delicious and delicious, even if they fight, they can't move in the corner of the far away. Who will really catch you and kill you?

"Everything is the duty of a journalist! Let the citizens see the news in the first place, that is, our faith, our mission, so I will brave the guns and arrows to record the news, but, To keep the news on tomorrow ’s morning newspaper and let the citizens understand their situation, the status of the Federation, and the changes in the world more quickly, it does n’t depend on everyone ’s labor today! We are making history! ”

While you are in Elixir, are n’t you all going to high-end entertainment every day? You guys have steaks and red wine every day, and ordinary citizens like us now can only keep half-full of coarse grains and stinky fish rationed every day. The whole family is old and hungry, but what are you calling here for your faith and mission, are n’t you playing hooligans?

"In short, work fast, you little citizens probably do n’t understand glory and dreams, but I am an old conscientious journalist, do n’t delay me in pursuing greatness, and do n’t let the Eliasal Times Shame. If you do n’t want to do it, some people do it! ”Seeing the workers still unwilling to move, the gentle Mr. Soldino finally tore his face and snapped.

Is n’t the Elixir Times ashamed yet? How many times did you change your tone during this time?

The workers looked at the front page title to be replaced-"Admiral Belencaster Arrives in Olahran", and suddenly felt that although the eighth generation of the ancestors were farmers and civics, working in such a place is really Let the ancestors be ashamed.

However, whether it is an ideal or a future, this cruel world is so realistic that, in the final analysis, you can only consider other things if you live. Although the workers were hungry and full of resentment, considering that after all, there are old people and young people, the meager salary and food rations can only make the family live like dogs, but it is better than not living, they grumble. Finally, one person poured a large glass of water to make the abdomen a little more comfortable, and then got on the machine.

"It's really a dog-like thing, you have to kick your feet to move." Soldino looked at the moving workers and sighed hard, and then he slowly left the factory. Now is the very moment. He still has a few fragrant schoolgirls and noble ladies who have covered their body odor with more fragrant cosmetics. They are also very busy and hard working, OK.

Soldino murmured to prepare to get on his carriage, but suddenly, there was a thunderous sound from the horizon. He was so scared that he fell on the ground, and the Chinese suit was suddenly covered with mud and dirt. He climbed up in embarrassment, only to see three white lights passing across the night sky like a shooting star.

The famous university student of Eliashar, the conscience of the press, climbed onto the carriage with a belt, and left in awkwardness, and almost came across a wagon pulled by a puppet.

"You died in a carriage!"

"If you don't catch the car, you will die in your wife's underwear!"

The guards catching the car scolded and watched the carriage go away. They just turned their gaze back, but they saw the brightly lit workshop next to them, and the workers who were sweating (in fact, sweating) inside, looking at each other. At a glance, suddenly awe.

"It's all time, so hard!" The young policeman stunned.

"Everyone is a cultural person, so we can only deliver hard labor." Another older guard answered.

"Oh, man, I was in the east of the city and I saw the master magician who ran back on the flying beast. That was a miserable one! I heard that the frontline Master Mensius also lost, all of them hundreds of thousands It ’s been killed, it ’s so miserable! "

"Then it's your fart? Well catch your car, you can't deliver things, and you will be killed by your ancestors before the azure palace masters are killed by Master Belencaster."

"But, but ... Brother, Master Belencaster will sooner or later kill us too! On our side ..."

"The captain has long thought about it. It is time to hang the rose flag and the white flag at the entrance of our camp. They are all Elixir old neighborhoods. Even if it is the master of Belencaster, we will not need us to come. To maintain law and order?"

Mr. Soldino is indeed right. Glory and dreams, the future of the country and the world, are destined to be missed by the working masses struggling to die. At least, it doesn't matter who the people above are the guards who distribute food rations to the slums. Change a master, you can also be a court eagle, and then continue to live like a dog.

They are like this, of course the average small citizens are, as are the untouchables in the slums.

At least, it was like this before today.

The car arrived very quickly and reached the third municipal square in Dongcheng District, which is also the center of the slum area. The rations of residents here are distributed here. In addition to them, ten large vehicles have arrived, and they have formed a circle and formed a temporary camp.

　　The captain of the guard saw them there, scolded and blamed a few words, then took out a whistle and blew hard.

The young security team looked at the sky and determined that it was at least several hours before dawn.

"Why do we have to deliver food at this time? Add night snacks to the slums. When did the old men of the Blue Palace have such conscience?" He asked.

　　 "Have your mind been drained by the lady who is doing business in the sewer? Including us, it is all the food for one month in the slums."

"Here, this is too much? This is to starve everyone here!" The young man sucked a cool breath, thinking that the masters were so terrible that they were ruthless?

At this time, the captain of the security team blew several whistle, but no one showed up, and then he was angry, and then shouted loudly: "Come out, you cockroaches and mice in the dead gutter! The feed goes back to the sewers, do n’t delay your father Bayi wait for a long time! Did you hear? Hurry up to me ... "

　　Master Bayi then swallowed in his throat, and his head was blown up by a sudden cold arrow. The chubby guard captain was just smashed from the cart. Duang crashed into a slab in disrepair, and then died.

Guardians froze on the spot. Although they claim to be a member of the army, they usually lack training and actual combat. In fact, they really haven't seen any big blood type scenes. Even the dead haven't seen a few, and their minds were blank for a while. It took a long time for a relatively alert person to jump up and fiddle with weapons.

However, it was too late at this time. I don't know when hundreds of people had drilled out of the dark alleyway and surrounded them. These people are dressed in ragged clothes, skinny and yellow-skinned. They are holding things like simple wooden sticks, hammers, kitchen knives and pans. Only a few people have decent weapons. To put it bluntly, they are the residents of the slums. The lower end of the chain is despised in Seoul. Their little dog-like figures are the only goals that can be conquered.

But ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Obviously like a rat and a cockroach in the gutter, who is stubborn and suffocating, but now all his red eyes are clenching his teeth, exuding the vigil of the guards present.

"Wait!" The elder, the only guard who pulled out his sword, shouted at the crowd: "Taran, I know you are here. Everyone is a neighborhood neighbor for decades. Do you want to do this?"

Several seconds later, wearing a leather armor carrying a machete and a pair of old mercenaries dressed in Taran, the leader of the slum walked out of the crowd and replied: "We have already done so."

"Well, I understand ... I believe you are a good person." The old guard nodded, picked up a stone from the ground, and shot it directly on his head.

　　 The frightened guards woke up just like they had dreamed, throwing their swords to the ground one after another, and squatting with their heads closed to indicate surrender.

"It's a wise man!" Taran nodded his approval, then raised his sword and shouted to his confidants: "Tell everyone that we want to fight with the lords! Kill the thieves, prepare the wine slurry, and open the city The door welcomes Lu ... Well, Lu Wang! Lu Lu is not paying for food! Eat his mother, drink her, and eat enough Lu Wang! "

"Welcome King Lu! Welcome King Wang! King Lu is not paying for food!"

"Welcome King Lu! Welcome King Lu! Open the gate to welcome King Lu!"

Then, at 3 o'clock on this day, the Elishair Uprising, which was called "the day of the people's awakening" and "the first shot of the world" by the historians of later generations, broke out.