#408. For a revolution…?
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When the first forced mobilization order was issued.
Russian people were concerned.
and doubted
What kind of harsh policy will the crazy dictator harass them again this time?
But after fulfilling the mobilization order.
What they felt was an unexpectedly deep relief.
“I was worried when I first heard that it was forced labor… but it’s better than I thought?”
“It’s not good enough. Isn’t it the best to be able to earn labor points while having fun?”
“But I don’t understand. Why did you do this? Things aren’t made just because we play.”
“Some of the higher ups must have something in mind. Don’t mind that, let’s just play.”
“okay? Then, shall we go see a movie this time?”
“No, how about a racetrack? I heard from the superintendent that if you bet well there, the labor shop will inflate hundreds of times…”
Who said that?
Humans are animals of adaptation.
Russians were no exception.
As if they had doubts about the Great Khan’s intentions, they soon fell in love with the forced mobilization.
It was unavoidable.
Russia is a country that has accumulated technology and industrial power enough to be called the world’s factory through the labor quota system.
Thanks to that, it was able to become the only powerhouse comparable to the United States, while the cultural industry that does not give labor points was very far behind.
However, a large amount of cultural products from Tiamat, the world’s largest cultural company, were dropped.
It was like pouring cider on those who were thirsty.
Of course, there were people who couldn’t be happy about this situation.
‘What the hell is this?’
‘There’s no way that dictator would do something like this without thinking.’
‘Is it a trap? Trickery? Or a whim?’
The Revolutionary Army is in disarray.
Suddenly holding a national sports day or driving a tank through the middle of the city.
If we were to count all the incidents that Yekathrice had committed so far, the double digits would easily pass.
However, despite her madness, she was the most cruel and thoroughgoing dictator of any princess in history, and she never lost control of the people as much.
But, culturally open.
No, it’s a cultural revolution.
As a revolutionary soldier who knew how bizarre this was, he couldn’t help but wonder what Yekathrice was thinking.
“Wow, what happened?”
…without knowing that Yekatrice is the one who is most bewildered by this situation.
“Am I stabbed in the back of the head? to my brother? in my country?”
“You must be quite surprised.”
“Isn’t it strange that I’m not surprised?”
“If you stab someone in the back, you should be prepared to get hit yourself too.”
Even if Li Qingyu stabbed him in the back, it wouldn’t be so shocking.
Limon giggled as he watched Yekathrice muttering with a bewildered face, forgetting even her usual cheerful and playful attitude.
“…Well, that’s right, brother.”
The shock seems to have gone now.
One time to shake my head.
Yekathrice immediately giggled and laughed.
“That kid has grown up a lot. I never thought you would use the opportunity I gave you in this way.”
I did tell Kana to do whatever she did.
To enjoy watching Ainsha struggle to get Limon back.
But to think that she, who had warned him not to covet him, left herself beside Limon and devoted herself to overthrowing the country.
It was completely caught off guard.
“Even by pinpointing my country’s weaknesses.”
“Did you know that was a weakness?”
“Don’t say things for granted, brother. It can’t be a coincidence that Tiamat hasn’t been able to properly advance in this country, right?”
“I don’t think you’re talking about dedicating the entire country to the owner of Tiamat, right?”
“…Your brother has a really bad personality.”
“Not as much as you.”
Yekathrice with weeping eyes.
Looking at her, he smiled.
Of course, no matter how Tiamat is the world’s best cultural company, it will be difficult to swallow the Russian Khanate, but it will be able to dominate the cultural market instead.
What a fatal problem this is for a dictatorship.
Limon, who knew it well thanks to long life experience, asked viciously.
“So what are you going to go back to?”
“huh? Why am I going back?”
“…Are you not going to deal with the situation?”
“Ah, that can’t be.”
Limon made an unexpected look on his face without realizing it.
Where is Ainsha?
What kind of thinking are you doing?
What mistakes did Catherine make?
From the perspective of Limon, who was able to guess from this situation, this was no different from a single shot.
If Yekathrice doesn’t go back and deal with this situation right away, the culture that Tiamat sows will spread even more fatally.
What is the reason for not going back?
To Limon who was puzzled, Yekathrice said lightly.
“If I go back now, I will lose this game, right?”
“…Are you going to let the stupid princess turn your country into a mess just for that reason?”
“You don’t know what, oppa, because for Duelists, winning is more noble than life.”
“Since when have you been a duelist?”
“A while ago!”
“…”
Limon humbly reflected.
He said that he, who judged this crazy bitch with common sense, was an asshole.
Unfortunately, Yekathrice’s words weren’t over yet.
“Besides, it’s not my taste to be alone. Especially when there is a way to make this situation more fun, like now.”
grow up
Looking at the laughing Catherine.
Limon narrowed his eyes.
Contrary to what he said earlier, it was because he had an intuition that this time it wasn’t just bullshit.
“…what are you going to do?”
“Look forward to it, brother. The real fun will start from now on.”
To Limon, who asked with a questioning face, Yekathrice did not hesitate to answer.
I just walked lightly.
Abandoned factory in the old factory area.
Towards the revolutionary army, including Bachemensky, who was contemplating this situation with their heads wrapped in a corner.
“Don’t be fooled.”
“Sister Elshar?”
To those who looked back at themselves with puzzled faces at the sudden question, Yekathrice spoke confidently.
“This is propaganda.”
“Incitement… you mean?”
“That’s right. It is a clever trick to brainwash the people into stupid monkeys and make them easier to rule.”
“No, of course I know what propaganda is…”
Bachemensky murmured.
And after exchanging opinions with other revolutionaries around him through glances, he said hesitantly.
“Isn’t the content too open-ended to be called propaganda?”
“They also show movies about overthrowing dictators.”
“I also saw a cartoon in which the revolutionary army was the main character. It was touching to defeat the fallen emperor and kiss his lover, the princess, and die.”
“It’s a little bit like propaganda…”
It wasn’t that they didn’t consider agitation.
The problem is from movies to books and songs.
In any media, far from advocating the Great Khan or the dictatorship, there were more content that destroyed it.
In hindsight, it was natural.
Because from the beginning, Tiamat was picking and spreading only those things.
That’s why the revolutionary army was more confused.
“That’s the dictator’s trick.”
On the contrary, despite knowing that fact, Yekathrice pretended to be expressionless and spoke confidently.
“At first, we pick and spread what is not propaganda. so addicting At the same time, they are gradually brainwashed into advocating dictatorship.”
“That’s…”
“This way, it’s easy to appease the public. As time goes by, dissatisfaction and will to revolution will fade.”
“Mmm.”
The revolutionary army groaned.
At first, I was a little skeptical, but the more I listened, the more plausible her words seemed.
Because the Yekathrice they knew was a dictator who could do such a scheme.
“Do you think we should stop this?”
“It is useless. People are already hooked. Any attempt to stop instigating this situation would only lead to resentment.”
“So what are we going to do?”
“There is only one way.”
Catherine paused for a moment.
Then, he clenched his fists and said to the revolutionary soldiers who were looking at him with eyes mixed with anticipation and anxiety.
“We have to start a rebellion right now.”
“Sister Elshar! It is not something we have to decide on our own.”
“It is up to you to decide.”
“…!”
“We are anti-revolutionary forces. In order to give freedom and equality to all, we must make our own decisions and act.”
agitated.
what everyone was thinking.
But when the revolutionary army becomes agitated as they see Yekathrice confidently saying what no one else has done.
A heavy voice was heard.
“Sister Elshar is right.”
“teacher!”
Since when have you been listening?
A tall man with an auburn beard.
Sergey spoke heavily on the railing on the second floor of the old factory.
“People are already starting to shake. If it goes on like this for a while, the chance to start a revolution will be gone.”
just one day
With that alone, people were already responding to the new policy.
As time goes by, the fear and anger towards the dictator will fade, and someday, even among the revolutionary army, there may be those whose passion has waned.
So, we must move before it is too late.
Watching Sergei speak seriously, Vachemensky put on a puzzled expression.
“But sir, it will take at least a few months to move in tandem with our brothers in other regions.”
“The connection is minimal. The revolution will happen naturally if we take control of Moscow anyway.”
“That makes no more sense. How can we take Moscow with our own strength?”
Bachemensky was frightened.
Revolutionaries are mostly ordinary citizens.
It was not enough to engage in an all-out war against the Russian army, which had undergone professional military training and was armed with world-class high-tech equipment.
Even if he gathers the revolutionary army from all over the country and defeats only the silver dragon clan, the odds of winning are slim.
What if there is a revolution tomorrow?
The odds of success are small, and even if they do, the damage will be enormous.
“Don’t worry, we have a savior.”
But Sergey insisted.
As long as there is a swordsmith, the revolution will surely succeed.
“Don’t forget. We have lived for this day, and as long as the cause is together, our revolution will surely succeed.”
When everyone swallowed dry saliva as Sergei finished his speech in a heavy voice.
A single cry rang through the air.
“All power to the Soviets!”
“…all power to the Soviets.”
Hearing Sergei’s words, Bachemensky, who felt his blood boil, involuntarily recalled the words.
And that became the starting point.
“Let’s kill the dictator and bring back freedom!”
“Let’s kill the dictator and get our freedom back!”
“It is for a great revolution!”
“For a great revolution!”
“All power to the Soviets!!!”
It seems that the anxiety of a while ago has been completely forgotten.
The revolutionary army raised their fists in turn and shouted slogans.
Among them, while Limon looked at the white-haired girl who was shouting the most fervently, with a puzzled face.
The Revolutionary Army prepared for a decisive battle like that.
To regain the freedom and peace that had long been taken away by dictators.
…and so, three days later.
Massive uprisings broke out across Moscow.
