Chapter 697 697: The more we fight, the more we fight
Chapter 697 Chapter 697: The more you fight, the more you fight
"In addition to receiving retirement pay, retired soldiers also get a lot of farmland."
After Aslan said this, he remained silent for more than a minute. His eyes sharply scanned every soldier in the square. The pressure of the mentor-level powerhouse could not help but be released, and he was shocked.
"It has been three years since the Ten-Party Alliance split. In the past three years, wars have continued. We have lost many relatives and friends. Our homes have been destroyed again and again. As soldiers, you have fought hard on the battlefield to protect your homeland. Look,
Watching our comrades fall around us one by one and being helpless, watching our homes being destroyed by the enemy time and time again, they are all homes we have worked so hard to build."
Aslan's voice became louder and louder.
"The so-called enemies are actually our own people, all of us in Cleveland. Many of you were once just like me, enemies. Have you ever considered the ultimate reason for all this?"
There was silence in the entire square, and many people were lost in thought.
"Nobles, the original old nobility, they live a life of extravagance and wealth. They just want the people to continue to create wealth for them, but they never consider the hardships of the lower class people. They are like vampires, constantly sucking the blood of the people in their territory. They want to
You start wars at will based on your own interests and preferences, and you also fight for the honor of being a noble. How many of you died on the battlefield in a daze just because of this honor."
"So I'm here. I, Aslan Salamello, want to change everything. I want to build a new world. I want my people to be fed and clothed. Let all my soldiers understand that soldiers only serve the people of the country.
In war, the interests of the country and the people are above all else, and it is not the preference of some nobles to launch wars at will."
"For those of you who are unwilling to retire, my lord is very grateful to you, but farmland without enough manpower will eventually become a wasteland. If you want to create a new world, war and blood and tears are essential, and you also need people to work silently behind the scenes.
No soldier wants to find his home in ruins by the time he comes back victorious."
"Those who retire are only working hard for a better future. What you shed is no longer blood, but sweat. The creation of a new world requires the joint efforts of all people."
After Aslan finished speaking, he finished what he had just said again. This time, the soldiers in the square did not hesitate any more. Many fathers and sons pushed their children and brothers up one after another.
The veteran's father smiled and patted the recruit's son and said: "When I go back, I will help your two brothers support the family so that I can go to the battlefield with peace of mind."
All of a sudden, most of the people left the square, with nearly 160,000 people left. Officers from the United Army's recruit training camp began to enter, and all soldiers over forty years old were removed from the ranks, and tens of thousands more people were streamlined.
The remaining army is only a little over 100,000, but the spirit is completely different. They will be retrained. If the soldiers are lucky enough to awaken their fighting spirit and become professionals, they can be transferred to the unified army. Those soldiers who have not awakened their fighting spirit will become the garrison.
Those who are younger will also be sent to Basia City to receive more complete training.
In a monitored fortress somewhere on the second line of defense, Cromwell stood in front of the window, quietly watching everything in front of him. He knew very well that Duke Durandal was finished, because he would face not only the United Army, but also
Thousands of people live in Astana Province.
"Commander, what should we do now?" Cromwell's adjutant asked nervously.
Cromwell smiled bitterly and said: "What can we do? The situation is now far beyond our control."
"You shouldn't have pretended to be fainted in the first place, maybe we would have broken out long ago." The adjutant said helplessly.
If Sika were here like this, she would definitely be frightened by the adjutant's words.
Cromwell was so angry that he vomited blood and fainted. It turned out that he was all pretending.
"If I don't faint, Sika dares to lead the army to surrender. The soldiers on the second line of defense will eventually hold on until the defense line falls. By then, a few of the hundreds of thousands of soldiers on the anti-Japanese defense line will survive," Cromwell said.
He said with endless self-deprecation.
From the moment the first line of defense fell to the time when the third line of defense was captured, Cromwell knew that they could not hold it.
At most, he could only hold on for a few more hours. In order to resist the hundreds of thousands of officers and soldiers on the Mei defense line, he chose to faint. He had known for a long time that Sika had been in contact with the Tianping Chamber of Commerce and received many benefits from the Tianping Chamber of Commerce.
So Cromwell was very sure that as long as he fainted, Sika would surrender.
Publicly and privately, this is the best choice for him.
"That traitor Sika is now a guest of the United Army, but we are going to be under house arrest here?" the adjutant said dissatisfied.
Cromwell shook his head and said: "Don't pay too much attention. Someone will come to see me in a few days. Let's guess who it will be?"
"What time has it been? I'm still in the mood to joke."
Early the next morning, nearly 200,000 captured soldiers each held ten bright silver coins in their hands, carried their burdens, and prepared to go home.
The veteran father was named Ford by the leader of their recruit squad because his original name was Goupi, which was too ugly.
Although Ford looks older, his real age is only thirty-six years old, and he is within the qualified range of the garrison.
"After you go back, help your family with work. I heard from the team leader that our family has begun to divide the land. Don't wait until I go back and everything will be covered with weeds." Ford patted his youngest son on the shoulder and said.
The younger son nodded vigorously.
Arturia stood next to Aslan and asked curiously: "Although these surrendered troops are not strong in combat effectiveness, they can still be used to maintain local security and defend the city."
Now the size of the combined army is only 500,000, and the garrison of Merlocks Province is only 500,000. In addition, there are more than 200,000 miscellaneous troops, and 1.2 million troops want to control the entire Kingdom of Cleveland.
Very difficult.
"Haha, we have so many soldiers, and I will only fight more and more." Aslan couldn't help laughing.
These 200,000 retired soldiers are the best propagandists. They will tell everything they hear and see. Only when they confirm it can the people who were originally allocated farmland be completely relieved.
As Aslan occupied more and more areas, and the people received real benefits, they naturally followed them more wholeheartedly, and even helped spread the news to other areas and even other provinces.
By then, people everywhere will be eager for Aslan's army to arrive as soon as possible. By then, will he still need to worry about insufficient troops?
What's more, once the country stabilizes, it will be impossible to maintain such a large army.