Chapter 440: To deal with the charlatans, we must use more charlatan methods

  Chapter 440 To deal with the charlatans, we must use more charlatan methods.

  ”Forward!”

  ”We are the indestructible spearhead of the alliance!”

  ”We are the steel torrent that sweeps across everything!”

  ”We are ready to sacrifice our hearts and are ready to use our lives to realize the ideals of His Majesty the Administrator!”

  ”Forward to the airport!!!”

  The engine rumbled, and the skeleton army on the truck was following the whistling yellow sand.

  Half of the body was exposed on the steel turret painted in desert color.

  The mole, holding a telescope in his hand, was looking at the rolling yellow sand horizon in the distance with high spirits, shouting excitedly with his duck voice.

  Even though the turret was so hot that it could fry a fried egg, and even though he stood out from the crowd and got a mouthful of sand, this guy was still unwilling to get off the tank.

  The other three crew members were sitting on the truck that was towing the tank. At this moment, they were whispering listlessly, and they didn’t care about the exciting speech of the mole brother.

  Having played games together for so long, they were used to this guy’s performance art, and they stopped talking after a while.

  ”There are too few spare bullets for 155, why not make a 120?”

  ”There is no production line for 120 barrels, so just use the 155 barrels directly.”

  ”What the hell? This works?”

  ”Haha, you look so surprised like a newbie.”

  ”It’s too hot, sweating is annoying, we should install air conditioners for the tanks.”

  Hearing the weak remarks of his good brothers, Mole put down the telescope and looked at them dissatisfied.

  ”What the hell is that? Too weak! It’s better to bring two more shells!”

  The crew members: “…”

  Crazy.

  This guy has gone crazy.

  35 tanks are carried by 35 trucks.

  These 12-wheeled heavy trucks are the latest products of the Alliance completed with the assistance of the Silver Wing Group – “Electric Bulls”. Their load capacity is several times that of Electric Screws, with a maximum load of 80 tons, and are mainly used to carry heavy equipment.

  As for the brave and fearless “armored grenadiers” of the Skeleton Corps, most of them sit on four-wheeled “electric mules”.

  It is impossible to drive a tank over 700 kilometers of off-road. The

  400-kilometer raid of the T34 was a miracle in military history.

  The motor hours of most tanks are around 500 kilometers. After this number, the engine and suspension need to be overhauled.

  Therefore, it is a common practice to rely on road or rail transportation and then deploy after reaching the destination.

  Although the Type 2 tank uses future materials, the industrial technology of the Alliance is still relatively rough, and the mechanical durability is not outstanding.

  If it really goes off-road for 700 kilometers, I am afraid that it will not reach the destination, and people will have to push the tank.

  The Skeleton Corps entering the desert from the south will advance along the edge of the sandstorm and rely on the gravel mixed with rust to avoid possible high-altitude reconnaissance and electromagnetic wave searches.

  On the other side, Irena, standing on a heavy truck, was humming a little tune while frying the eggs she had picked up on the hood of the tank, not minding the spirit of the sea of ​​sand sprinkling some seasoning on her from time to time.

  The Elf King Fugui, squatting by the guardrail of the truck, kept staring at the map, trying to determine the current location from the desert with almost no reference points.

  ”Where are we now?” Irena asked casually.

  The Elf King Fugui shook his head and said.

  ”I don’t know, there is no GPS… God knows where we are.”

  Putting the fried eggs on the iron plate, Irena glanced at him with a funny look on her face.

  ”Don’t go to the Legion’s hometown.”

  The Elf King Fugui put away the map and rolled his eyes.

  ”Okay, okay, you can shut up.”

  ”Okay… By the way, how about an omelette?”

  The omelette smelled really good.

  Although the variety of ingredients was a bit strange, Lao Na’s cooking skills were really amazing. The monster steak that was popular on the North Street of Shuguang City was made by him and the scrambled eggs.

  But Brother Fugui didn’t take the bait immediately. He swallowed his saliva and looked at him warily.

  ”…Are you sure this is just a bird egg?”

  Irena looked away with a subtle expression and scratched her head.

  ”I can guarantee that it is an egg.”

  Elf King Fugui: “…”

  …

  On the other side, Petra Fortress. There was

  a sign of [Suspended Business] hanging at the door of the “station” of the White Bear Knights, but there were still many people in the warehouse at this moment.

  It was even a bit crowded.

  The leader was Sean, the lord of Petra Fortress.

  Following him were the guards of the castle, the generals in charge of the city defense, the nobles in luxurious clothes, the priests in white robes, etc. …

  Compared with the boring journey of the Skeleton Corps, the experience of the players of the White Bear Knights was much more exciting.

  Seeing that almost all the dignitaries in the city gathered here, Old Bulma felt his calves faintly weak and his heart couldn’t stand it.

  But seeing that the lady who was taken away by the guards came back intact, he was still slightly relieved.

  He has been trying to find out her whereabouts these days, but let alone find out what she has done, he can’t even find out where she has been taken.

  In any case,

  it’s good to be back.

  Zhimahu, who was surrounded by the crowd, had an uneasy expression on his face, not knowing what to do.

  Sisi, who was standing next to her, looked at the people in the hall calmly and spoke slowly.

  ”She is the messenger of God I mentioned.”

  As she said that, she gently took off the hat on Zhimahu’s head.

  When they saw the pair of shaking cat ears, almost everyone showed a surprised expression, and even exclaimed.

  Except for the other people from the White Bear Knights and old Bulma standing in the corner.

  Perhaps because he had seen it more often, he had become accustomed to the unusual ears on the lady’s head.

  However, when he heard the word “messenger of God”, his face still showed a blank expression.

  God… Messenger of God? !

  What is going on? !

  ……

  It’s no wonder that old Bulma was surprised. After all, he couldn’t go to the forum, so players naturally wouldn’t bring him along when they were exchanging strategies.

  Time went back to five days ago.

  In the palace of the lord of Petra Fortress.

  Under the gaze of all the merchants and dignitaries in the city-state, Sisi admitted on the spot that all the rumors in the city were caused by herself.

  Whether it was the part made up by the mercenary leader himself or the rumors that were born out of rumors, she took it all on herself in one breath.

  And she admitted it with confidence.

  However, she only denied that it was a fabricated lie, but insisted that it was a prophecy that the Silver Moon Goddess had given to her companions in a dream.

  The moment she said “That was God’s will”, there was an uproar in the palace.

  The old priest in a white robe was so angry that his nose was crooked. He angrily accused her of being a blasphemous witch and asked the guards to behead her.

  Earl Ruskin, who served as a foreign affairs officer, also said that this sounded a bit incredible, and his rebuttal was also well-founded.

  ”…If it is really God’s will, why didn’t the great gods choose a devout believer, such as our Lord of the City, but chose you?”

  He paused, his voice full of doubt.

  ”…A pagan from outside the oasis, for what reason would the great gods let you tell us what to do?”

  The old priest on the side continued his words angrily.

  ”That’s right! Even if it was the guidance of the Spirit of the Sea of ​​Sand and the Silver Moon Goddess, why did He find you instead of me!”

  Anyway, if she died, she would start over again, and there was still a way to survive if she tried hard, so Sisi simply gave it a try and retorted without any hesitation.

  ”Shouldn’t you ask yourself this question!” She

  was stunned by this righteous voice.

  The hall was silent for a while.

  Without waiting for the stunned Earl Ruskin to speak, and without waiting for the nobles to reorganize their curses, she raised her head and straightened her chest, as if the gods were standing beside her.

  ”You clearly knew that group of people had bad intentions, and then you watched them break into your house with butcher knives in hand, blaspheming your faith right under your noses, trying to awaken the evil spirit that was sealed by the gods two hundred years ago! You knew everything, but did nothing, and not only did you not stand up to resist, but you buried your head in the sand like an ostrich.”

  Looking around at these well-dressed nobles, she angrily scolded with confidence.

  ”Why did the spirit of the sea of ​​sand find me? Why didn’t He ask for help from His ‘most devout’ believers? Shouldn’t you reflect on what you have done to disappoint Him like this!”

  This harsh speech completely angered everyone. It

  also hurt the self-esteem of countless people.

  Especially the nobles headed by Ruskin.

  Most of them are surrenderists, believing that as long as they offer loyalty to the legion, they can not only keep their wealth and status, but also go one step further in their titles.

  Just like the nobles of the Falcon Kingdom, most of the first people to surrender were rewarded.

  However, no matter what kind of sophistry they used to explain that they surrendered for the sake of the thousands of people in the oasis, it could not cover up the fact that they had already knelt down spiritually.

  The Lord of Petra was also angered by this sentence, but when he saw the nobles such as Ruskin were so angry, he suddenly became less angry.

  Especially when he calmed down and thought about it.

  What he said…

  seems to be correct?

  If he were the Silver Moon Goddess or the Spirit of the Sea of ​​Sand, seeing that his believers were so weak, he would probably think that it would be better to find an outsider.

  The only pity is that this girl has nothing to prove, and apart from a sophistry, she can’t produce any visible evidence.

  After all, Sean couldn’t believe her one-sided words, but he didn’t pay attention to the nobles and priests who shouted to chop her off. Instead, he took a compromise approach and put her under house arrest in a windowless, cold and damp single room in the castle dungeon.

  That place is usually where serious criminals are held.

  However, this does not mean that he intends to torture her.

  This is a kind of protection.

  It is also a test.

  When a person is isolated and helpless, his psychological defense is the most vulnerable, especially in a cell where no sound can be heard.

  Unless he has received professional anti-detection training, it is easy for him to sign a confession in despair even if he has not committed any crime.

  But if he has really seen the gods and has such confidence in his heart, he will not fail even this little test.

  After he announced that she would be thrown into the dungeon for serious criminals, the nobles were indignant, but they could not say anything.

  The woman accepted the sentence calmly, although she still insisted on her innocence.

  Her calm look made Sean doubt whether he had done something wrong.

  However, he did not intend to change his mind. He had to lock her up for at least a month.

  If she still insisted that this was the will of God after a month, he would believe what she said and apologize to her.

  However, unfortunately, the rumors about the Legion and the evil god in the city became more and more uncontrollable, and the movements in the east became more and more disturbing.

  If he didn’t make a decision, the order of Petra Fortress would be crushed by fear before the Legion arrived.

  What’s worse, if it was finally proved that the woman had indeed received God’s will, or the prophecy had really happened…

  How could he explain to the King and the people of Petra Fortress that he had thrown her into the dungeon?

  Was he really going to join the Legion with those spineless people?

  Sean didn’t realize that when he ordered the man to be thrown into the dungeon, he was actually caught in a psychological game.

  Believe?

  Or not believe?

  No matter which one he chose, it might not be a bad result, but he had to prepare the corresponding price for it. And continuing to hesitate would definitely be the worst result…

  Therefore, on the morning of the fifth day after that dusk, he finally made up his mind and invited the woman from the small dark room to the guest room of the castle.

  That calm and confident look comforted Sean. Perhaps she was telling the truth, or perhaps his judgment was correct…

  Thinking that he had locked up such an honest and brave person in the dungeon, he couldn’t help but feel a little guilty. Although he didn’t apologize in the end, he silently asked the guards to prepare a hearty breakfast and clean clothes for her.

  When he saw the table full of delicious food, Sisi, who was sitting at the table, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

  If this wasn’t the last meal.

  Then she should have won the bet.

  ”Do you still insist that you saw the Silver Moon Goddess?” Looking at the girl who was having dinner, Sean suddenly said.

  ”Yes.” This affirmative answer was without the slightest hesitation. She had rehearsed it countless times offline and had colluded with her friends to make a confession.

  No matter how hard the NPC in front of him thought, he would never know that she had used these five days to perfect her lie and filled in the details with the help of everyone.

  The reason why the mayor of Petra Fortress did not kill her directly was probably because that person still had the idea of ​​resisting the Legion in his heart.

  And this will become a breakthrough.

  She needs to come up with strong enough evidence to prove that what she said is true, and the mayor of Petra Fortress also needs a reliable proof to convince himself and other nobles and priests who may be convinced.

  And the clues to all this are actually hidden in the book “Oasis under the Zhuobar Mountains” and “Silver Moon Holy Words” recommended by the academy researcher.

  Sisi couldn’t help but sigh in his heart.

  Unexpectedly, the book he bought out of curiosity at that time unexpectedly saved his life.

  ”Where’s the evidence?” As everyone on the forum guessed, the NPC in front of him really said this line.

  She had already prepared her words and answered skillfully.

  ”My companions and I are both evidence. We saw the same dream. Especially one of the companions, she saw the clearest dream, and… she communicated with the Silver Moon Goddess face to face about the specific content of the prophecy.”

  ”Can you tell me which companion it is?” Sean’s tone was no longer as tough as before, but with a hint of inquiry.

  ”Of course.”

  After enjoying the rich meal and fruit, Sis took the napkin to wipe her mouth and continued calmly, “But she is very timid, you have to ensure her safety.”

  Sean touched his head with his index finger and said sincerely.

  ”I swear to the Spirit of the Sand Sea and the Silver Moon Goddess.”

  Sis stared at him for a few seconds.

  ”Her name is Zhimahu.”

  Sean was slightly stunned. The pronunciation sounded very strange.

  ”Zhima…Hu?”

  The corners of her mouth curved, and her voice was a little relaxed and happy.

  ”Well, it sounds like a cat’s name, doesn’t it?”

  Sean nodded blankly.

  Although none of the cats in his castle were called this name, the pronunciation does not sound like a name that ordinary people would use.

  After a pause, Sis continued.

  ”She was a cat who turned into a human during the journey. I know this sounds incredible, and we were also surprised by the changes in her and couldn’t figure out what happened. Later, our knights traveled all the way until we arrived at Luoxia Province, and gradually uncovered a little bit of the mystery of her life experience.”

  Sean swallowed his saliva: “Her life experience…”

  ”According to the records in the “Silver Moon Holy Word”, the Silver Moon Goddess loves cats and allows them to enter and leave her bedroom and take care of her daily life. The reason why the cats under Mount Zhuobar proudly accept the offerings of believers is because they serve gods. This is the clue I found when I was investigating relevant documents…”

  Looking at the stunned Lord Sean, Sis continued in a firm and serious tone.

  ”We only found out later that the reason why she became a human was not a coincidence, but because she had the mission given to her by the Silver Moon Goddess.”

  ”That’s also why she saw the Silver Moon Goddess on the land illuminated by the sunset!”

  What happened next was the previous scene.

  Lord Sain summoned all the famous nobles in the city and the priests of the temple, and went to the White Bear Knights’ headquarters with her guards.

  When Sis took off Zhimahu’s hat and announced her identity as a “god’s messenger”, the atmosphere on the scene was once again in an uproar.

  However, unlike the last time, after seeing the cat ears on Zhimahu’s head and seeing the cats in the city being so close to her…

  even the most stubborn old priest couldn’t help but have a trance in his cloudy pupils, and subconsciously couldn’t say anything to refute.

  What happened next was logical.

  Sis repeated the words he had said to the city lord in the early morning to the nobles and priests who claimed to be devout believers.

  Then she looked at Old Bulma and continued in a sincere tone.

  ”I’m sorry to have kept it from you. Actually, our purpose of coming here is not just to do business, but to receive the guidance of the Silver Moon Goddess.”

  Old Bulma’s Adam’s apple moved, and shock and disbelief flickered in his eyes.

  This statement…

  He was not unacceptable.

  After all, kind people don’t lie.

  After these people rescued him from the hands of the plunderers, they did not take his cows and luggage for themselves, but returned them to him kindly… This is indeed not what ordinary people would do. After all,

  collecting rewards from the rescued is allowed by the doctrine of the Spirit of the Sea of ​​Sand.

  ”Then you… also give money to those poor people?”

  ”It is the will of the Silver Moon Goddess.”

  Sisi said in an affirmative tone without blushing.

  ”The believers of the Spirit of the Sea of ​​Sand are suffering from hunger on the land she protects. There is obviously abundant food and fresh water here, but the people who occupy them are blinded by money. So she asked us to save those brothers and sisters who were abandoned by you.”

  Old Bulma’s face was full of guilt.

  The spirit of the sea of ​​sand had taught them to lend a hand to those who were suffering, but he selectively ignored his fellow countrymen who were suffering.

  Even when the kind girl offered to help those poor people, he was still weighing the pros and cons, trying to persuade them not to give alms to the poor by saying that “the Golden Lion Coin will soon be worthless.”

  Sure enough.

  His faith was not pious and pure enough…

  Standing next to the city lord Sean, Earl Ruskin, who served as a foreign affairs officer, had an expression of disbelief on his face.

  Of course, he didn’t believe the nonsense of this woman, but he couldn’t think of a reason to refute it for a while.

  In fact, it’s normal to think about it.

  How could the sand sculpture netizens on the forum spend five days to make up a story and find the bug in it after listening to it only once?

  Even if it’s forced to argue.

  You have to listen to it twice more to find the angle of argument.

  Seeing that the group of people were stunned and didn’t speak, Rourou looked at the tail on the side nervously, lowered his voice and whispered.

  ”What on earth are these people trying to do?”

  Wei Tail touched his chin, frowned, and pretended to think seriously.

  ”Maybe… they are thinking about that thing.”

  Seeing her serious expression, Rou Rou swallowed her saliva.

  ”That thing?”

  ”Yeah!” Wei Tail nodded seriously, looked at Zhima Paste who was the focus of everyone’s attention, and said with a confident tone, “They must be planning to sacrifice Zhima Paste to the evil god sealed in the Lost Valley! In exchange for the peace of the oasis!”

  ”Ah???” Rou Rou exclaimed in a low voice, and asked hurriedly, “You, how did you come to this conclusion?”

  If this is true, then aren’t they in danger?

  Thinking of this, Rou Rou couldn’t help but feel a little weak in her legs.

  Other alien species are okay.

  She really still feels a little physically uncomfortable with the monster that looks too much like Cthulhu.

  ”Eh? Isn’t it common sense that catgirls and tentacle monsters are a combination?” Tail was stunned for a moment, and looked at Rourou strangely, as if wondering why she was surprised, “It’s drawn like this in the book.”

  ”…”

  The emotions that had been brewing for a long time disappeared in an instant, and Rourou silently moved a little to the side, making an expression that she didn’t know this guy.

  But after being interrupted like this, she was no longer nervous or worried.

  The old priest in a white robe took two steps forward, staring at the cat ears on Zhimahu’s head, staring at them for a long time, and then said in a trembling voice.

  ”You…really saw the Silver Moon Goddess?”

  Although he was full of nervousness, in order not to disappoint his partner’s efforts, Zhimahu nodded seriously.

  ”Yes.”

  Everyone whispered.

  The old priest’s eyes were shaking with excitement, and she stretched out her hand tremblingly, but when she saw the cat in her arms staring at her with amber pupils, she quickly stopped this impolite action and retracted her outstretched hand.

  Legend has it that the Silver Moon Goddess will possess her beloved pet.

  He could feel that the gods were watching him.

  Restraining his excitement, the old priest’s voice was filled with piety.

  ”What did you see in the prophecy?”

  Facing those unfamiliar eyes, Zhimahu’s face was full of uneasiness, and she looked at Sisi beside her for help.

  ’What should I do? ‘

  Sisi standing beside her gave her an encouraging look.

  ’Just repeat the nonsense I taught you in the group. ‘

  ’Okay…’ After

  a brief eye contact, courage gradually gathered in her eyes.

  Responding to those pupils that were looking at her with doubt, excitement, or hesitation, she made a solemn and holy expression on her face and lowered her eyelids. Slowly speaking.

  ”I saw a beam of light.”

  ”Light?! Then what!” The old priest asked nervously.

  Facing the people who were holding their breath and the anxious old priest, Zhimahu continued to speak at a slow pace.

  ”A light hotter than the sun bloomed on the land of mortals, followed by endless flames burning in the desert… The rivers evaporated, the oasis was scorched, the Zhuobar Mountains were scorched, and even the snowflakes were cursed. Hundreds of thousands of people died in the catastrophe, and the remaining survivors wailed in hunger.”

  She spoke slowly, but her words were clear.

  The description of the end of the world coincided with the records of the “Twilight of the Gods” in the beliefs, myths, and nursery rhymes of the Hump Kingdom.

  All of this was included in the book “Oasis under the Zhuobar Mountains”.

  But the old priest didn’t think about it.

  All the nobles present didn’t think about it.

  Although the “doomsday catastrophe that caused the fall of the God of the Sky” was not a secret, it was not something that anyone who came here would understand the details that would not be encountered in daily life.

  Even if we put aside the identity of the “God’s messenger” and the bizarre story of “turning from a cat to a human”, a little girl who came to the oasis for the first time, and couldn’t even speak clearly, could describe the “doomsday catastrophe” so clearly, and even basically matched the obscure scriptures… If

  this is not a prophecy, what is it?

  Could it be a coincidence?

  ”I don’t… I don’t believe it.”

  Seeing that the Lord of Sean and the old priest were looking at him, Earl Ruskin, who interrupted the God’s messenger, bit the bullet and used euphemisms.

  ”I believe what she said may be true, but the way to prevent the prophecy from happening may not be through war. There may be some misunderstandings. I suggest sending messengers to talk to the people of the Legion and persuade them to leave the cursed land.”

  ”They will consider this suggestion. After all, it is for their own good.” It

  ’s not that no one has thought about the Lost Valley before.

  But the remaining “curse” made them suffer from terrible diseases.

  Although some medicines can remove the curse, or even heal the damage caused by the curse, not everyone can afford such expensive things… at least it is unlikely that more than 10,000 soldiers can use them.

  He thinks this matter can still be discussed.

  The old priest did not speak, and his fiery eyes were completely glued to Zhima Paste – or the body of the envoy of God.

  He has believed in her identity.

  The prophecy of doomsday is not terrible.

  If the Silver Moon Goddess foresaw all this, she must know how to prevent that bad thing from happening again in this land.

  Lord Sen thought seriously for two seconds and considered Earl Rosskin’s suggestion.

  After all, he represented not only himself, but also all the nobles in Petra Fortress who agreed to surrender to the Legion.

  ”That makes sense, you are right.”

  Earl Rosskin showed a happy expression on his face after receiving the affirmation of the Lord Mayor.

  However, before he could say thank you, the Lord Mayor looked at the captain of the guards on the side and continued to speak in a hearty voice.

  ”Prepare a camel for our Earl, and send a cavalry to follow him, and send him to the Lost Valley to talk to the Legion.”

  Earl Ruskin opened his mouth wide, looking at the Lord of the City in surprise. Seeing that his expression did not seem to be joking, a trace of fear gradually appeared on his face.

  The captain of the guard clasped his hands and accepted the order.

  ”Yes!”

  ”My Lord…”

  Ruskin was anxious to say something, but was interrupted by the evil woman who was full of lies standing next to the messenger of God.

  ”Let Mr. Ruskin go on a motorcycle,” Sisi quickly took over the conversation, blinked and said, “It’s more than 150 kilometers, it’s faster to ride a motorcycle!”

  The city lord Sean was stunned for a moment, then laughed and waved his hand.

  ”That makes sense!”

  ”Okay!”

  ——

  (Thanks to the leader of “Legend of Light” for the reward!!!)

  　When writing this chapter, I suddenly remembered playing Civilization 6 before, sending tanks to attack the AI’s city while using apostles to convert religion… Of course, I haven’t played recently. I haven’t had time to play games for a long time.

  　　
  　

  (End of this chapter)