As soon as he said it was done, Chatai immediately arranged the daily affairs and rushed to the port ahead with a few followers. Although there were arrangements for the ship in advance, and although his colleagues were cooperating with him, he could not be careless in implementing the details.
Even if you leave just one person at the dock, it will eventually turn into a tragedy. In this world, people who behave treacherously will even be eaten alive.
Because of his sensitive identity, Chatai and his party could not directly enter the dock area, so the meeting place was chosen in the traditional barren mountain wilderness. After a dedicated person checked Chatai's identity, he was taken directly to the headquarters of the regional command team. It was two-top
The tents belonging to homeless merchants clearly indicate this from the size, style to the degree of dilapidation. Perhaps no one would have thought that these massive pilgrimages were actually directed by three people squatting in such tents.
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Chatai looked at the guard outside the tent, the expression on his face was a bit stiff. Even if his usual expression was not expressive, others could easily detect his changes. Normally, Chatai's personality was easy-going and open-minded, and he rarely showed any emotion.
face, unless you meet a specific person...
"Brother Chatai," the astute student asked in a low voice, "Isn't that the one inside?"
"Talk less, do more." Chatai was obviously angry. He glared at the students, and then walked to the front of the tent. The tent was really shabby, and through the holes, Chatai saw the only thing he had ever seen in his life.
One of his enemies is the most outstanding figure among this group of living treasures, Brigadier General Maru.
The two people's "enmity" happened a long time ago, and they have a profound background in the great era. They are typical representatives of national integration - in fact, the matter is not complicated. During the Battle of Tucheng, Chatai was a slave army of the Demon Alliance.
A small leader in the village was accidentally smuggled into his subordinates by Malu, a Sibian scout who was pretending to be a slave soldier. He also accidentally favored this little brother. In the end, because of Malu's words in the chaos, Cha Cha
Taiwan was forced to fight with his boss.
Everyone knows the outcome of the Battle of Tucheng.
After the war, Chatai had nowhere to go, so he joined the Sbia army with his men. He thought he would be just a soldier, but he didn't expect to become an officer. He didn't expect that because he was proficient in multiple dialects, he would be incorporated into Maru's army.
The reconnaissance force...
Among the officers who were promoted during this period, many of them were slaves. This is one of the reasons why the Sibian Army is seen as crude, barbaric and terrifying by others. Because one of the predecessors of the Living Treasure Army was the "Night Guard" formed by Jack.
The "Eagle" unit has a high proportion of officers with low-level backgrounds, and this feature is even more obvious.
There are also categories of living treasures, there are those who are particularly playful, and there are also those who are a little more serious, and among all people, the most serious person is none other than Chatai.
Perhaps because Chatai was relatively old when he joined the Sibia Army, he did not undergo a fundamental change like other colleagues who were born slaves; or perhaps his previous boss was the Demon Alliance, so his usual performance was not
It's an exaggeration. He was evaluated by his superiors as "a stable, calm, commanding talent with advanced insight and adaptability, but his personal style is not easy to hide."
This is an excellent evaluation, but it only puts him in second place in the same category, losing to his lifelong enemy, the "calm, sharp, decisive, determined, possessing advanced insight, adaptability and assimilation ability"
"The scum in the army was the one who led Chatai into Sibia's army. He was the one who framed him in front of the battle line in the Battle of Tucheng! His military rank was also that of brigadier general, and he was higher than Chatai in every aspect. He had the first rank in the entire regiment.
A black cloak, the first medal, and even the title of first person!
Although everything went smoothly afterwards, Chatai did not forgive Maru. He regarded that experience as the only aggrieved incident in his life.
It's terrible for people to recognize the truth of death. Even though Chatai has become a brigadier general, he still can't swallow his breath - it's better not to meet, but the meeting will definitely be very angry, and even His Majesty Cohen's personal mediation will be useless.
Chatai is not a stingy person, and he is puzzled by his own feelings. It may be that Maru's slippery style makes him very angry. Who has seen such a playful and cunning person? How hateful!
"Are you here? Sit down first." Seeing Chatai standing at the door, Maru nodded to him in the tent. The expression on his face was abnormal, a mixture of gloom and calm.
This made Chatai unable to react for a moment. The last time he was deceived by Maru into giving him new boots, he didn't have this expression, but it was similar to the expression on the last day of the bloody battle in Tucheng.
"Brother Chatai, are you here because of the ship?" Maru asked the two assistants to leave and poured water for Chatai himself. Because of his age, this "brother" seemed less artificial.
Perhaps this title reminded Chatai of the past. He nodded coldly and sat opposite Maru: "More than four thousand people have to carry enough water and food, as well as some luggage and mounts. If there are not enough ships, it will be very troublesome."
.”
"It's impossible to have enough ships." Maru kept his expression: "You have to be prepared for this."
"I am executing according to the plan, and the number of people is strictly controlled, so you must give me enough ships." Although Chatai was angry, he still went about business without mixing any personal emotions: "If it is due to funding,
Followers have chipped in."
"It's not because of funding. There is no shortage of money for this operation." Maru replied: "It's because I didn't plan to provide enough ships in the first place."
"Leaving anyone behind will be detrimental to our plan." Chatai pursed his lips tightly, feeling angry and confused at the same time, because Maru has always been dedicated to his work, and he is not someone who neglects military orders.
"I am the regional commander, and only my plan is complete, so your plan has to change accordingly." Maru looked directly at him, his eyes were very upright: "Take out your token and accept verification.
"
The interfaces of the two tokens came together and began to flip under the control of magic power, changing several shapes. Then the token belonging to the inspection platform cracked, revealing a thin piece of paper with only one line of small words on it: "
Change of plan, dictated by the regional commander." This was an order issued by the staff officer just before leaving, and its authority cannot be doubted.
"Please speak." Chatai said in a sullen voice, "I'm ready."
"Relax, Brother Chatai. This matter is more of a chat than a military order. You can choose to take the next action or not. I will not force you." Maru grinned.
There are mostly bitter elements in it: "No matter what the outcome is, our unit will be disbanded after the operation, and the personnel will be assigned to various regular legions. Only the confidentiality system will be maintained. Therefore, this can be regarded as our last sale."
"I'm afraid it's not that easy!" Chatai stared at the other party closely, as if he wanted to find out something secret.
"This is a task handed down by the General Staff Officer and the Blood Lord himself. The following tasks are not only difficult, but also have a bad reputation, so we need to talk for a long time." Maru slowed down his speech to allow Chatai to digest his words.
: "Brother Chatai, do you know the purpose of our operation?"
"I know." Chatai was a little impatient: "Bring the person back to Sibia."
"No need to ask about this, I'm talking about the ultimate goal."
"In the end...I don't need to think about it." Chatai shook his head. He didn't know his background. It was just asking for trouble to speculate on what was going on here.
"You should have noticed that this is for a god-making movement, and the final candidate is the Big Boss. I know that during this period, some people are saying that the Big Boss has changed, but I hope you will not be affected. What will the Big Boss do?
Naturally, he has his own considerations." Maru's words were very straightforward and did not go around in circles at all: "Okay, back to our matters, the higher-ups asked us to cause trouble at the port and leave some people behind."
"Leave people behind?" Chatai was a little surprised: "What's the back-up plan?"
"Let them have conflicts with the people nearby." Maru said coldly: "Just leave one third."
"You said this was a chat?" Chatai suddenly stood up: "Then I don't understand!"
There is no need to think about the fate of the people left behind. Of course Chatai will be dissatisfied, and this kind of manipulation of other people's life and death touches the hidden pain in his heart. His fate was crudely interfered with, even now
He's doing very well.
"Dozens of pilgrimages are initiated to create gods, but the pilgrimage itself is nothing. From the overall perspective, it is not even comparable to a war, right? Can a new faith be established just because of the pilgrimage?
?This is obviously not possible. What the big boss is pursuing is the final result." Maru explained: "So whether it is a pilgrimage or a clone, it is actually just attracting the attention of the entire continent and making them pay attention to us from beginning to end. Only
In this way, the final ceremony will attract everyone’s attention!”
"This is what we are doing, what's the difference?" Chatai said quickly and urgently: "No need to bleed extra!"
"This is not extra, but it is destined to bleed! If it's not them or us, who do you choose? The facts are in front of you, you can't maintain attraction just by walking!" Maru didn't put on the airs of a Shangguan, just his face
Ding Zheng: "People are forgetful things. They will get tired after watching the show for so long. If we can't continue to attract them, our previous blood will be in vain!"
"What does this have to do with bringing people back? What does this have to do with new beliefs?"
"You know, we are not fools, and neither are they. No one believes that these people will come to Sbia's new faith. This is just a sight, a bait to attract people's appetite, and the final blow can only be given by
The establishment ceremony of the new faith will be completed! Today's pilgrimage and tomorrow's bloodshed are just shouts before the show starts!" Maru's face became even colder: "I can't explain the truth, but the same news, you took the initiative to inquire about it and others
I’m forcing you to know that the effects are absolutely different.”
Because of the nature of each other's functions, they rarely have the opportunity to use knives or guns. They mostly control people's hearts. Words such as this are easy to understand... Clarifying and guiding the psychology of the target group is the basic skill of their profession.
"Why?" Chatai put away the resentment on his face, because Maru's words were very clear. This heavy fact had left him no time to put on an expression: "Why us?"
"I guess the big boss...may want to play a big game. So he needs people's eyes to stare at him, he needs everyone to stay enthusiastic, and he needs the entire continent to listen to him and wait for him to speak." Maru answered him.
Two questions: "The big boss is in charge of the front door of Sibia, the boss ladies are looking at the back door, and the liaison department is looking at the dog hole gutter... This business has nothing to do with them, so we can only do it."
After being silent for a long time, Chatai slowly spoke: "This is...a lot of people!"
"Of course there are a lot of people, but you are not the one who cares about human life. Just record it in my account." Maru drew meaningless lines in his notebook: "There must be enough people left behind and enough troubles must be caused.
If you are big, the conflicts you create must be sharp enough! Or if you finish this thing, there will be a lot less bullshit happening in the future. You know, big bosses will not lose money when doing business."
"I will do it, but I hope these people's blood will not be shed unjustly." Chatai nodded, his neck was as raw as a piece of wood, and his expression was similar to that of Maru just now: "I don't think I can do it in the future.
Don’t do anything like this again.”
"I know the style of this order is rather dark. After all, you are not from the Liaison Department. You can apply for transfer, as long as you complete this one." Maru paused before saying: "Are there any other requirements?"
This is considered the boss's closing remarks.
"It's too late to ask for anything now, leave the matter to me, don't worry." Chatai had a smile on his face, and there was no other meaning in it. No matter in terms of his character or the situation he faced
, this smile is very rare.
Maru looked at his meticulous salute and turned to leave, the gloom in his eyes deepening.
"Is there really no problem?" A faint voice came from the shadows in the corner of the tent: "Brigadier General Chatai seems to be unable to understand the background of this order. Should he send more people to covertly..."
There was a "pop!" and someone fell to the ground. The guard outside the tent poked his head in and saw Maru with a frosty face and the liaison officer covering his face, so he looked away and pretended that nothing happened.
"We are not members of the Liaison Department, we are scouts! Our blood can be shed, it can be shed at any time, and we can fall to the ground and die wherever we choose!" Maru's eyes became sharp, but he did not look at the man who was getting up from the ground.
Liaison Officer: "Lack of self-awareness is your personal business, but there is a price to pay for insulting a group!"
"but……"
"Brigadier General Chatai did this very well, better than anyone in the Liaison Department. As for why, you, a military academy graduate, will never understand." Maru sat down again and faced the tent.
Outside said: "Call the next one in!"
"Brigadier General!" A capable middle-aged man walked in, stood at attention and saluted, but his posture was very informal.
"You have new arrangements on that road, and some people are going to die."
"Yes!" The capable middle-aged man said without any hesitation: "Please give me the order!"
"I will give you fifty places. You must have a high status, a deep background, and a variety of techniques. There are no other restrictions." Maru was not as meticulous as he was with the inspection station, and there was no tone of discussion. He was so direct that he almost cherished his words.
: "To be completed within six days, we must achieve a sensational effect."
"Promise to complete!" The middle-aged man who accepted the order was more straightforward, as if this was a normal and common military style.
"Also." Maru glanced at the other party: "The clone can also shed some blood."
"This..." The middle-aged man hesitated for a moment, and then nodded heavily: "Yes!"
In just a few words, a matter involving the fate of thousands of people was decided. Viewed with general logic, this is not surprising, because everything will have twists and turns. Especially now, such a huge and good show, if Sibia blindly goes smoothly
If so, God will not agree to it.
Bloodshed is the most direct and effective method. Whether the instigator or bystanders, they will be satisfied with this. Just like the performance in the arena, both the gladiators and the audience need to kill. Blood is the ladder of promotion and the medicine to ignite passion.
Having said that, walking alone, Cohen's clones did not have the consciousness of the superiors at all. Especially considering the number of enemies of his original self, it is fair to say that this was a God-given assassination opportunity! Fortunately, the empire he passed through, the official
I already know the will of the superior clan and don’t dare to attack him again, otherwise not to mention fifty clones, five hundred of them will die!
"This is just a piece of fresh meat traveling on the trade road." Someone in the reading hall publicly commented: "There are condiments on the side."
When faced with such an opportunity, even those who don't want to cause trouble for Cohen will have the urge to tear off his face, right? With the help of caring people, some people soon began to take action.
They all acted in unison and in very different ways. Generally speaking, the scene was very lively.
During this period of time, six Cohen avatars encountered trouble, three of which were relatively mild - the watchtower that was determined to collect Cohen Keda's bridge toll was overwhelmed by the people walking in front of Cohen; a person who wanted to check Cohen
·The official from Al Qaeda who borrowed the document failed to arrive because he got lost; someone else was dissatisfied that Cohen "always walked in the middle of the road", so they sent a caravan to block the road to embarrass him, but they did not expect to take it away after Cohen
After picking up the food on a certain truck, the people who followed him rushed up and took the truck and the food together.
If these three incidents are just warm-up exercises, the remaining three bloody incidents are the real drama.
The largest group was a group of cavalry. They set out from the camp on orders to disperse the crowds by force. But before they could reach the trade road, more than 2,000 people were killed from top to bottom, with only a few left.
, in the end the remaining troops collapsed, and corpses were everywhere along the road for more than ten miles!
Another medium-sized mercenary group blocked the trade road, with its sword unsheathed and a banner saying "Kill Emperor Sbia here" behind its back. Their arrogance was not ordinary - but "Koen Keda" turned a blind eye.
He came closer and then walked through leisurely. Not to mention that no one stretched out their claws to him, no one even dared to stand within ten steps of him! After Cohen passed by, the mercenary group began to quarrel and shirk, and it developed into
Killing each other, the remaining people wiped the blood from their faces and shamelessly joined the followers!
The smallest one was a single assassination, but compared with the previous ones, this was the most courageous and reckless assassination. In fact, the operation was successful, and the unsatisfactory ending cannot be blamed on the assassin himself - a certain
The pretty-faced nobleman lurked on the roadside for six days. Finally, the crossbow arrow he fired penetrated Cohen's left chest!
Cohen stopped and didn't seem to realize that he was hit by an arrow. After the assassin was caught by the people who came up, he just glanced at the assassin calmly. Then, Cohen pulled out the crossbow arrow inserted in his chest and casually
Throwing it on the ground. Looking at the dripping blood beads, he whispered to himself: "This road will be named after blood in the future."
He continued to move forward, and every ten steps he took, a drop of blood was left on the road, which was bright red and dazzling and lingered for a long time. As for the brave and ignorant little boy, he was torn to pieces and eaten alive.
After this assassination, no similar incident was heard of, at least no more actions against "Cohen" himself. This may be because Cohen's enemies really have no power; maybe someone is secretly planning it; maybe they are following
The protesters began to spontaneously protect the Supreme Being in their hearts. Especially the latter, they deployed a group of people in front, back and left of Cohen to protect him in the center.
This kind of protection seems very difficult, but in fact it is not as complicated as imagined. It does not even require personal martial arts. The only thing required is organizational ability... As long as thousands of people walk like this, there will be no elephant standing in the way.
Can be trampled into meat patties!
The people staying around the reading hall were amazed. They were whispering to each other and waiting for the follow-up news, such as "I knew things would turn out like this!", "Sbia is a place condemned by God!", "Those people
It’s not going to end well!”, “Oh my God, the world is going to be in chaos again!”, these words were almost overflowing.
Naturally, this atmosphere stirred up people's gradually depressed mood, and the most serious bloodshed was already brewing and ripening in a certain port. (To be continued)