goddess of revolution

Chapter 428 People's War

In a suite on the 32nd floor of the 3202nd district of the Tower District, Winnie greeted: "Sister Mayne, I'm going to call my aunt and the others."

"Okay, let's urge them to hurry up, it's not about performing on stage and dawdling." Mayne looked into the mirror and carefully adjusted the position of the Youth Fighting Group badge on his chest.

Hearing the sound of Winnie closing the door, thinking about today's activities, and recalling the situation a few days ago, Mayne felt as if he had passed away.

The effect of the voluntary cleaning campaign was very good. With this momentum, residents' mutual aid groups were also established, and various tasks have a foundation for smooth development.

It's not that everyone was touched by this craze, even if they were stimulated by Aurora's personal excrement, and they continued to change everyone without doing follow-up work, it was only a temporary enthusiasm.

For this reason, the neighborhood committee has made further arrangements, and all liaison officers live in the apartment building and have direct contact with everyone.Everyone finds one or one household to be the object of help, and goes deep into their lives.

Mayne thought of Winnie who complained about being unsafe, and the flat she lived in was empty, so she hired her as a roommate.

Unexpectedly, this Winnie's aunt, Termanlin, was the woman that Mayne and Sam noticed during the study class, who often called other people to hold small meetings, and seemed to be secretly linking up with the "Non-violent Non-Cooperation Movement".

Mayne thinks that Winnie is a good breakthrough, through which Winnie can understand and break this potential undercurrent.

Of course, she didn't think Termanlin was engaging in any sinister business. From what she knew, it was just a group of women gossiping in private, complaining, and spreading decadence with their poisonous tongues.After all, they are all women, without jobs, and they are all civilians without power.

Knowing this situation, Sam simply made Termanlin the leader of the mutual aid group. It seemed that she was given the right to act cheaply, but in fact he wanted her to integrate into the general environment of the residents' committee.

Mayne didn't have much hope for this, but with Winnie around, he could keep an eye on Termanlin.

The voluntary cleaning campaign has now penetrated into the cleaning of the public areas of each building. Under the leadership of activists, various mutual aid groups have taken action, and finally the residential area is no longer like a garbage dump.

Although Termanlin's work is not eye-catching, it can be regarded as useless. At least she has a certain degree of cooperation with the neighborhood committee, and with Mayne's promotion through Winnie, this Termanlin is no longer Mayne's worry. Object.

On the 58th day when the gap between the planes was opened, the publicity activities for the Liberation Anniversary of Shadow City were held in the Falling Tower area.The entire tower-down area was decorated with lights and festoons, and large and small squares were erected with huge phantom screens, setting up a stage, which looked very lively.

Mayne put on the security officer's belt, confirmed that the small hand shield, hardwood nunchaku, handcuffs and ropes were all right, then put on the mithril long sword, put on a short-brimmed octagonal hat and went out.

This body is still a bit heavy. Yesterday I saw off Frodo who was about to go to work in the Kingdom of Kester. During the chat, Frodo said that the research institute has a kind of space equipment called Crimson Armor, which is equivalent to the popular model of space rings. It will be fine when the standard equipment is issued.

Of course, this kind of group activity must consider safety issues, and the legionnaires only act as a cordon.The "Public Safety Office" under the city hall is still recruiting and training personnel. These neighborhood committee liaison officers are familiar with every resident in the district, and they are also part-time security officers. They must stand on the front line of maintaining law and order.

Because the expected problems should be caused by civilians, these security officers were asked not to use extraordinary power as much as possible, and they were not equipped with magical weapons.

In fact, for Mayne, a long sword is enough.

In the room of another building, "Aunt" Termanlin lowered her head and said to Winnie: "In order to confuse us, their high-ranking priests and saints actually did such despicable things. We really have no choice..."

"That's good," Winnie said, "I learned a lot from that paladin. They now regard changing us as a very important thing. At this time, we can only obey them, otherwise we will be too conspicuous."

Termanlin said unwillingly: "But shall we let our brothers and sisters go astray?"

Winnie raised her jaw and said: "This is necessary patience, since they have spent so much effort on us, once they get satisfactory results, they will soon reveal their true face, and only then will we be able to use our talents. "

The reserved look dissipated, and she put on a friendly expression and said, "Do what you should do, aunt..."

"Yes……"

The seriousness on Termanlin's face gradually dissipated, and she said loudly, "Winnie, go down first, I'll be right there."

When Winnie came to the square closest to the 32nd district, thousands of people had already gathered here, enjoying the elf dance on the stage.

She waved and smiled at Mayne who was standing outside the crowd, got into the crowd, and watched the dance with excitement.

Seeing Termanlin rushing over with a group of middle-aged and elderly women, Mayne nodded in satisfaction.

There are already many artists in Beta City, most of whom are adventurers who are tired of wandering and exploring.Bards are good at musical instruments and singing, while assassins, rangers, and night dancers are good at singing and dancing.The team of "elves" on the stage are half-elf professionals from the Forgotten Forest.

These literary and art workers organized into teams to perform in Beta City or other settlements. Aurora has incorporated many teams into the official establishment of Beta City Hall. Propaganda needs to act as an actor to shoot all kinds of illusions.

After the dancing and singing, an image suddenly appeared on the huge screen. The shadow city spread out at the bottom of the magnificent tower was dim and desolate.

The picture changed again, under the dots of stars, it was a desolate and dilapidated, simple and weird city.

A girl walked onto the stage. She had purple hair, was dressed in extremely gorgeous clothes, and held a staff that looked like a snake.

The girl floated up out of thin air, and colorful light overflowed around her body, making her extremely eye-catching.

"I, Hathaway Misley, fell into the underground city..."

The girl who claimed to be Misley started singing and began to tell the history of the underground city.

Mayne was very glad that Aurora had listened to the grassroots report that many people in the City of Shadows had become "fantastic insects", and there was no way to turn the publicity campaign into a full-blown illusion.

Now the effect of using real people to perform is much better than phantom scenes.

The people of Shadow City knew very little about the underground city and even the past of the Storm Islands, and even Fei Gong couldn't spare a hand to educate them about history during the study class. Now it's time for them to face the truth.

After Misley finished singing, the phantom image turned back to Shadow City, and a group of people came on stage, led by a woman who was similar to Misley but with a different hair color, and started a "battle" with the actor dressed as a magician.

Including the woman, all the ancestors of this group of Shadow City fell down, and the Shadow City on the screen was also full of killing sounds, and the ground was covered with pools of blood.

The audience stared intently, filled with emotion.

As the sun sinks and the moon rises, the Shadow City has a false sky and flowing water, and buildings are built one after another attached to the bottom of the tower, gradually becoming bustling and crowded.

Another group of people came to the stage, and the applause was loud.

These people look just like the sculptures in the central square of the Fallen Tower District. Even the most dull and closed Shadow City people now know who they are and what they have done.

The skinny bandaged man shouted: "That tower has imprisoned us for thousands of years!"

This actor who should be a bard, with a clear and resonant voice, sang the resistance history of the Dawn Society and the Night Society, and told the origin of the tower.

The sorceress warrior with silver skin said, "That tower must be destroyed!"

She sang about her experiences, about the enslavement of the people of the Shadow City by magicians.

The burly man thumped his chest: "Aww!"

A figure appeared on the screen and said in shock: "But you will die!"

Everyone in the audience shouted: "Duke Pryor!"

Bandage Man said: "It's worth it! The people of Shadow City will see the light again!"

The sorceress said: "They will be free and live the life they want!"

The big man beat his chest: "Aww!"

There was silence in the audience, and then another magic warrior came on stage: "I am not from Shadow City, but I am willing to give my life to liberate them!"

Looking at the bronze-colored skin, one could tell that it was Dres, the attendant of the Duke of Prell.

There were sobbing sounds from the audience, and then all the actors sang "The Song of the Falling Tower", and the audience also sang along.

Pieces of blue smoke burst out from the actor's body, the tower in the illusion collapsed, and the impassioned singing echoed throughout the tower collapsed area.

"That's it." Among the crowd, Winnie whispered to "Auntie": "Then it's time for Duke Pryor to show up and tell about the Goddess and his kindness to us."

"Yes, we owe him, no, we owe Vance and Liuyin," Termanlin said, wiping away tears and sniffling.

Then suddenly woke up: "I mean, they want us to think so, so that we can make sacrifices."

Winnie didn't blame her either: "It's a powerful method, but it can't stand the erosion of time."

The upsurge gradually subsided, and the images on the screen changed. A magic turtle car was rushing among the hills, closely chasing a large group of undead, which scared many people to scream out.

The camera zoomed in, one person was driving the car, and the other was shooting with a magic machine gun.The car was always very stable, and the machine gun accurately knocked down the undead one by one.The strange thing is that these two people who cooperate with each other tacitly are bickering and cursing non-stop.

"It's Hassan!"

"Jenil! Haha, that's Captain Genil!"

Someone recognized two people, and when the two came to the stage, there was surprise and warm cheers from the audience, it was the two people in the illusion.

In front of an audience of more than [-] people, two Shadow City transcendents in the uniform of the Engineering Corps scratched their heads and pulled the corners of their clothes, looking quite stiff.

The beautiful half-elf hostess handed them the microphone: "Come on, two winners of the Medal of Bravery, let me introduce myself to everyone."

"I'm Hassan, from the Black Tower area of ​​Shadow City... and now I'm the machine gunner of the third brigade of the Engineering Corps."

"I'm Genil. I used to be the city guard squadron leader in the White Tower District of Shadow City, and now I'm the sergeant commander of the Engineering Corps."

"Tell me about your combat experience..."

"There's nothing to say, shoot, shoot, shoot."

"It is very difficult to drive the magic turtle car. To get rid of the enemy's pursuit, you must be bold and cautious..."

Under the impetus of the host, the two "battle heroes" gradually entered the situation.

"Tell us about this war." After asking about the two people's combat experience and regiment life, the host turned to a bigger topic.

Hassan said: "To be honest, I don't want to come here. Our team is still building the fort. Without me, not only the progress will be affected, but also the comrades will be less safe."

Jeniel glared at him: "Do you think I am willing? You can't do without the team? In the words of the political commissar, you are making an individualistic mistake!"

Laughter was everywhere in the audience, knowing that one of them is the Night Club and the other is the Dawn Club, so they are naturally not able to deal with it.

The hostess quickly interrupted them: "Is there anything you want to say to everyone? You are defending Beta City and everyone. You must have a lot of expectations for you, right?"

The two looked at each other and sighed helplessly.

Termanlin gritted her teeth and said in a low voice, "Here we are, to encourage us to donate our blood and even our lives."

Winnie didn't speak, but just showed an expression of "as expected".

"We... hope that everyone who used to be from Shadow City will keep the past firmly in their hearts, keep it in their hearts, raise their heads and look forward, and understand that they are now from Beta City."

"We are being attacked by the undead, and the extraordinary has stepped forward to protect everyone from the wind and rain. As civilians, you can also do what you can..."

The two spoke intermittently, raising their hands from time to time as they spoke, their eyes turned to the air above their arms, Mayne and the others in the audience wanted to cover their faces.

That was looking at the information of the handy assistant. These two guys didn't do enough homework at all, and they couldn't even read the manuscript fluently.

"What can we do?"

"We're just civilians!"

"Do you want us to go to war too?"

Someone in the audience made a fuss, Hassan lowered his arms, and said disdainfully, "I've said it before, it's meaningless!"

"I don't want to read this disgusting manuscript anymore. To be honest, I don't expect much from you! You really can't do much!"

"Give you freedom, give you food and accommodation that are ten times better than before, what did you do? When I met a soldier like me in uniform, fighting against the undead on the battlefield, I didn't even say thank you, but complained about this complaint that."

"You are totally sorry for the sacrifices of Dries, Vance, Liuyin, and Red Horn!"

"What I want to protect is my life, my future! Not you worms lying in bed waiting to die!"

Hassan stormed off the stage angrily, and Genil stomped his feet and cursed: "I knew you would make trouble!"

The two stepped off the stage, and the scene seemed extremely awkward.

The host raised his voice and said: "The deeper the love, the more painful the blame. Hassan has spoken his truth, are you willing to let him take it lightly?"

The audience was still silent, but the image on the screen moved again. It turned out to be Talens, Aurora, Stan, Asuna and other high-level members of the Fei Gong that the Shadow City people were already familiar with.

They said in unison: "Citizens from Shadow City, Beta City is already your home, but your home is suffering from the terror of the undead, and everyone needs to contribute their own strength."

"You are just civilians, and you can't fight as heroically as a transcendent, but you can do a lot of things."

"You can knit gloves and scarves to keep soldiers warm. You can make purses and belts so they can hold more ammo. You can do any job issued by Betc City Hall, and that's contributing to this war."

"But it's not all expectations for you. Beta City expects you to become healthy, enjoy happiness, show a smile every day, and live a warm and kind life. Let everyone who protects you see that their efforts are Valuable, they shed blood and sacrificed to defend a beautiful homeland."

The image disappeared, and there was a moment of silence in the square before various shouts erupted.

All the cries carry the same heartfelt voice: "Give us jobs!"

Termanlin said in an inconceivable tone: "Is that... so?"

"These people are really weird." Winnie frowned, looking extremely confused: "I just want everyone to move and do things, and let the legionnaires escort everyone. What kind of tricks are you playing?"

"or……"

Termanlin timidly said: "They just think it's fun to do this?"

Winnie smiled bitterly: "Maybe..."

It was almost dusk, the screen was silent, the propagandists had also withdrawn, and people were still lingering in the square, unwilling to leave for a long time.

Some surrounded the liaison staff of the neighborhood committee and asked for work lists, some asked about the treatment of soul erosion disease, and some got together to discuss.

"Only if this is the case, we can take action." In the corner of the square, Winnie said to Termanlin: "Let's organize everyone in a certain way..."

As soon as the words fell, the screen turned on again, and a pretty figure with red boots, red dress and red hat appeared.

People looked up and watched, Xiaohong!
"Hi everyone, I'm Xiaohong!"

Xiaohong waved enthusiastically: "I know that everyone is very confused and doesn't know how to live in the future, so I am in a bad mood."

"Do you know why you are in a bad mood? Because everyone, lack of exercise!"

"Life lies in movement, today I will teach you how to dance!"

"It's a very simple dance, but after you dance, you will find that your energy will improve, your appetite will improve, and your meals will taste delicious! You will feel that life is very beautiful, and you have many things to do!"

"This magical dance is called... square dance!"

"Come on, follow me, move! One, two, three..."

The music played, although it was weird, but the rhythm was very clear.Xiaohong stretched her arms, kicked her legs, and twisted her waist to follow the beat on the screen. It was not complicated at all.

Winnie muttered, "I seem to feel some terrible power..."

"Aunt" Termanlin next to her followed Xiaohong's movements and shook her arms: "It's quite interesting."

(End of this chapter)