Marshal House rubbed the beard on his chin: "Cut off the water source? It is indeed a good idea. How do we do it? By the way, the lake is living water."
The main island of Boliva is indeed a unique place with rich resources, dense vegetation, and a typical tropical climate. Some of the fertile land can even produce rice three times a year.
The largest freshwater source on the island is Lake Boliva, a freshwater lake with an area of approximately three square kilometers. The lake is not particularly large, but it is rich in water resources and nourishes the people and crops of the entire island. It is indeed the lifeline of the Kingdom of Boliva.
The rebels' defenses also revolve around this point. On the map, the lake is surrounded by densely packed small flags, which represent the enemy's troops.
These troops, which numbered at least a thousand people, could not be killed silently.
The commander of the rebel army wanted the imperial army to enter the jungle in the hilly areas to minimize the power of the artillery, form a guerrilla warfare situation, and consume the counter-rebellion army to death.
Living water means that simple poisoning is difficult to be effective.
Mark looked at Abner: "Does the Church of Light and Night have anything like that to force mortal believers to convert?"
Abner was silent for a few seconds: "Actually, there is. This thing is available in all major churches. It's just a matter of cost-effectiveness."
Just as cults like to forcibly degenerate outstanding talents from the lawful good camp, good-aligned churches also have cunning operations such as purifying powerful evil spirits and becoming patron saints and guardian beasts.
As long as the target's soul is not shattered, through a series of purification rituals, not to mention memory and common sense, even the soul can be cleansed for you.
Mark nodded: "Get me two. I don't need them, but I can't live without them."
"Can."
Marshal House spread his hands: "Then what? We haven't talked about how to control Lake Bolivar yet?"
Mark smiled mysteriously: "Why do you think those bastards in the Navy had to take the huge risk of offending the Destiny family and also want to hack my ship?"
"Well."
How do you ask an army boss to answer this?
The plan was quickly finalized.
Captain Lane's voice was heard throughout the ship through the loudspeaker: "The Caribbean is about to carry out a combat mission! Non-combatants please report to their superiors immediately, pack up their personal belongings, and temporarily transfer to the light frigate [Kasha]!"
However, Mark's evacuation operation encountered a little trouble.
Princess Marianne made a request that surprised Mark.
"Mark! I refuse to leave. I am not a weak woman with no strength. I have received training in palace swordsmanship and can go to the battlefield. And I am your apprentice in name. How can any apprentice escape? The master goes to the battlefield.
The truth?"
The princess was wearing white tights, a black leather top, and a hood that tied her hair. Mark glanced at the princess's outfit as if she was going for a horse ride, and just wanted to laugh.
"Don't be ridiculous!" Mark glanced at the other person's conscience, which was too big to ignore, with unabashed contempt on his face: "I went to the battlefield. You know what a tragic fate a woman will have if she becomes a prisoner on the battlefield.
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Unexpectedly, the princess did not avoid Mark's gaze and took a step forward with her chest held high.
"Are you talking about being like a sow locked in a cage to be slaughtered, starved for three days, in order to let the hunger deteriorate the soul, so that it can become the soul fertilizer of chaos? Or are you being held by a disgusting zombie?
Even the appearance that I am proud of is useless? Or has she transformed from a princess who was favored by thousands of people to a 'quasi-madman' who is hated by the world overnight?"
Marianne's beautiful face had a sad expression that she had never shown before. While tears were shining in the corners of her eyes, she also had a hard look that Mark had never imagined.
After returning from the Lamington, she had been pretending to be normal and deliberately ignored the gossip around her. But those words that made her sad had already turned into sharp blades, piercing her heart and making her heart bleed.
How could you pretend that nothing happened when something like that happened?
"Um?"
Mark had to admit that he was a little wrong this time.
Because he had been tricked by the old coin emperor, he was not even interested in peeking into Marianne's thread of fate.
It seems that this charming-looking princess is not just a vase!
Mark couldn't help but glance at Marianne, and he said calmly: "The Caribbean is about to sail to the spiritual world. If a mortal goes in, just the whispers of evil spirits coming from the fluctuations in the spiritual world are enough to make people go crazy."
"But, we have awakened the extraordinary power!" Marianne took Yolanda's hand, and the two women suddenly glowed with white aura at the same time.
"..." This time, Mark and several of his followers were really surprised.
This spiritual power fluctuation cannot be said to be very strong. Judging from the perception, Yolanda is Sequence 9 and Marianne is close to Sequence 8. However, unlike those guys who are destined to be cannon fodder all their lives and whose spiritual power is messy, their spiritual power is extremely pure.
It feels unreal.
The spiritual notes floating out from their spiritual bodies one by one demonstrate their identity as music believers.
With a "click" sound, Mark snapped his fingers: "Marian, see if you can handle this [Wood Fairy]?"
With a simple spell, the violin brooch pinned to Mark's coat actually turned into a precious violin that looked like a treble clef in one second, with a body painted pure white and decorated with gold lace.
This is the gift that High Priest Ailini gave Mark on behalf of the goddess last time.
Mark never had a chance to use it.
Seeing this scene, the three maids next to them couldn't hide their envy. Without special talents, they could only borrow Mark's counterattack mentality to invite favors. In order to deal with the more noble princess combination, the only thing they could do was to hug together for warmth.
I have been particularly enthusiastic about Mark recently.
It's a pity that after Marianne awakened her extraordinary power, she immediately defeated them again.
There was a gentle sigh in their hearts.
Marianne was astonished as she touched this extremely beautifully made violin called "The Fairy of the Woods". Wisps of wonderful spiritual power floated into her soul like notes rippling in the lake of her heart.
The princess felt like she couldn't put it down on the spot: "Is this... for me?"
Mark had no special expression: "The premise is that you have to prove that you are worthy of this sequence 5 violin."
"Okay, I will try my best." Marianne nodded vigorously.
"You two go to the room to study."
"Okay... eh?" Marianne's eyes widened. Doesn't this mean she can stay?
Yolanda was even more eye-catching. She took her best friend's hand and curtsied to Mark together: "Thank you very much."
"Go ahead."
Two hours later...
In a small ancestral villa next to Lake Bolivar, [Rose Knight] Rosalin took off her majestic full-face helmet and wiped the sweat from her forehead.
Her female adjutant brought a towel to wipe her sweat: "Miss, thank you for your hard work."
Rosalin sighed: "No, I haven't done enough. Most of the compatriots are still immersed in the fear of the Wright Empire. The destruction of an evacuated Port of Bolivar is just a warning from the empire to us, unless the empire controls those flying the imperial flag.
People raise their butcher's knives, otherwise there are only two million people who are willing to join us."
The adjutant lady echoed: "We cannot awaken these compatriots unless we win a few great victories."
"Even if we only move 500,000 people, we will almost collapse." Rosalin's mouth was full of bitterness.
The migration of hundreds of thousands of people is not easy.
Even if she asked her men to raid the imperial granary and urgently collect enough food for the winter, so many people suddenly came from the relatively flat seaside plains to the rugged hilly areas, which immediately caused countless troubles.
The houses needed for winter, the distribution of food and water, the lack of clothing, sewage treatment, etc. A lot of unforeseen conditions before the rebellion weighed down on Rosalind's slender body like a mountain.
She cannot refuse these compatriots who are willing to follow her. If she refuses one today, a hundred people will defect tomorrow because they are afraid of the imperial army.
Looking out through the window of the villa, Rosalin was a little lost: "I wonder what the empire is doing this time to be so calm. The empire can't wait, and Bolivar can't wait either!"
Just when Rosalin was in a daze, suddenly a dazzling spiritual light rose in the center of the lake.
To ordinary people, this golden light is just like the beam of a firework.
In the eyes of extraordinary people, this level has a completely different meaning - when the aura is powerful enough, it will transcend the real world and be perceived by beings in the spiritual world.
"Is this a sign in the spiritual world!? No, stop that guy quickly!" Rosalin was shocked.
It sounds easy to say, but how to do it?
The lake covers an area of 3 square kilometers, and it is nearly a kilometer from the nearest shore to the center of the lake. Even powerful storm experts will take a certain amount of time to get there, let alone the unprepared Boliva Resistance Army.
No one expected that an imperial spy would sneak in and carry out such an operation.
Rosalin had already expected to be infiltrated. After all, there were so many compatriots fleeing, and the locals and outsiders did not know each other. Without the administrative system of the empire, the self-built management system of the rebels was much weaker in efficiency.
First gear.
Who can easily detect spies?
"But what does it mean to put a spiritual world sign here?" Rosalin soon knew.
Just as she rushed to the shore with her bodyguards, a powerful spiritual light like lightning flashed on the originally clear lake.
In an instant, the lake surface boiled like boiling porridge, and a white spot suddenly appeared in the center of the lake, like a boulder falling into the water on the lakeside, creating a large wave of more than one meter high on the flat, mirror-like surface of the lake.
Ever since the ancestors of the Boliwa people lived here, waves as large as ever before spread out in a circular shape from the center of the lake.
The big waves overturned all the small fishing sampans on the lake, and splashed water all over the people who were fetching water and washing clothes by the lake.