Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1388 1360. The riot cannot be delayed

"Will they attack the peasants who are the source of their infantry? Will they attack the various guilds of artisans and merchants? Will they attack the free towns?"

Before anyone else could react, Demavi fired off a barrage of questions.

This question was not only spoken quickly, but also went straight to the point!

For a moment, the expressions of the other kings became unnatural.

They looked at Demavi in ​​surprise, as if they didn't understand why he asked such a question. But underneath those superficial and easy-to-understand expressions, they all knew that several people present were thinking something else in their hearts.

Something that is not so easy to express.

"Why are you looking at me in such astonishment?"

Under the gaze of the other four people, Demavie seemed to be the one who should be confused. He turned his head and looked at everyone.

Not until the pretended surprise of these people quietly faded away did the very deliberate confusion on his face also fade away.

"Okay, there's no point in pretending anymore." Demavi put the beer glass that he had placed on his stomach when he was half-lying down on the table.

"Rumors have spread: it is said that in the Nilfgaardian occupied areas, farmers and craftsmen will live better, they will be freer and richer, and the merchant guilds will have privileges that are not available in the north."

"And our market is about to be flooded with Nilfgaardian goods. In Brugge and Verden, Nilfgaardian florins are replacing local currencies as the currency of circulation."

"In the long run, the Nilfgaardians won't even have to resort to force. They'll turn us into poor people who can only sell our goods to other countries."

"Not to mention that right now, my kingdom is experiencing a continuous riot." Demavi said in a low voice.

"There are peasant uprisings in Aedirn every year." Vizimir said softly to comfort him, "Isn't this a common thing, Demavi? Just suppress it."

But the old King of Redania's consolation didn't seem to work.

Demawi just looked at him coldly.

"I told you, there's no point in pretending, Vizmir. If you really don't know, then Dijkstra should be beheaded by you for dereliction of duty right now."

The King of Aedirn turned.

"This uprising is different. You are right. Every year, the peasants in my kingdom revolt, and I, my court, and my vassal lords suppress them year after year."

"But I don't know what happened this year! I just don't know what the hell happened! This uprising can't be suppressed! Instead, it's spreading more and more widely!"

"Damn it! Now in Aedirn, those farmers have joined forces with the Scoia'tael!"

Even now, Demavi still felt surprised when he said these words, as if he himself couldn't understand them.

"The human farmer mob and the non-human Scoia'tael have joined forces! Who among you can believe this? Who can?!"

"When I heard it, I didn't believe it! My court didn't believe it! No one believed it! But it's true!"

"I saw it with my own eyes! The dwarves of the Scoia'tael rescued the rioting human farmer. The human farmer's child grabbed the waist of the wounded elven guerrilla and dragged him away!"

Foltest and Vizimir remained silent, but Miwei and Henselt narrowed their eyes.

The intelligence agencies of Redania and Temeria are very powerful, and Demavi was not talking to them at all.

They both knew all this.

Although Henselt and Mi Wei had also gathered some intelligence, it was the first time they heard Demave describe so clearly the unusual riot in his country.

"The original situation is: Although the quality of the Scoia'tael's soldiers is good, and the inhuman bastards are indeed capable, their numbers are a disadvantage. The rioting peasants only have one person, but nothing else."

"I won't organize any armed forces, I won't deploy any troops in battle array."

"Both are easy to deal with."

"Now that we're combined, fuck it!"

Demawi cursed once again: "I have never seen such a difficult peasant uprising!"

Everyone present was silent, but someone sighed. The rapids of the Pontar River Valley outside the window were still roaring and surging, and the howling wind was hitting the window sash from time to time.

"All these things we are worried about," Henselt concluded, "are the work of the Nilfgaardians. No doubt about it!"

“Emhyr’s envoys are stirring up the Inhumans, and the Inhumans themselves know it. Spreading rumors, stirring up riots.”

"They also spent a fortune promising privileges to companies and guilds, power and status to princes and nobles, and promised them important positions in the new province, which is our land."

"I don't know what your country is like, but in Kaedwen, there are priests, missionaries, astrologers, and mystics who suddenly appear everywhere, and they all preach the coming of the end of the world."

“It’s the same in my kingdom,” Foltest added. “It’s like seeing a ghost.”

"It has been peaceful for so many years. Since my grandfather slaughtered most of the priests and made them realize their place, the remaining ones are doing something meaningful."

"Study the doctrines and books, impart knowledge to children, take care of the disabled and the homeless, treat the sick, and stay out of politics."

"But suddenly, now they have all woken up! And they have started to spread what they have 'realized' to the public, making the public 'think' that they finally know the reason why their lives are difficult."

"The theme of the recent sermon is: A savior is coming from the south! The south! Across the Yaruga River!"

“White Flame,” Demavell whispered. “White Frost will come, and then White Light. Then the world will be reborn through White Flame and the White Queen.” “Ithlinne’s prophecy, but a purposefully altered version, no doubt. Emphasis on ‘White Flame,’ Emhyr’s nickname.”

"I arrested the missionary who spread this in Vengerberg. But it was no use. The word must have spread far and wide."

“Be careful, Demavi,” Vizimir warned, frowning. “Don’t let those missionaries become martyrs. That’s what Emhyr wants.”

"You can even arrest all the Nilfgaardians, but don't touch the priests. The consequences are unpredictable. They still enjoy prestige and influence among the people. Your arrests and trials will only make these things more prosperous!"

"We can't have riots in our towns, nor can we declare war on the farmers under our rule."

"You think I'm a young boy, Vizimir? Ha, I don't know whether it's lucky or unfortunate." Demave smiled bitterly. "The hottest news in Aedirn right now is the merger of the Scoia'tael and the rioting peasants."

"How they achieved the impossible trust between each other, and what tricks and disputes there were, did not cause any waves."

"Damn it, for the sake of plague and smallpox!" Henselt growled in a low voice, like a wild boar rooting at the ground.

"We can't do this, we can't do that, but let me tell you, we didn't meet secretly in this Haji Fortress to complain like widows! We have no choice but to do it!"

"What did Mi Wei ask just now? She asked, 'Who can't afford to delay now?' Okay, after the analysis, the answer is us! But what next?"

"That's what I was saying from the beginning!" Vizimir rapped the table with the flat of his fist, and the signet ring on his finger tinkled against the wood. "I propose action!"

"What action?"

"How?"

Silence fell again, but this time, it was broken by a female voice that had just said a few words.

Because the remaining four men were all looking at her in silence, because these four men all knew: Although the Queen of Leiria was beautiful and sexy, when it came to the critical moment, a hundred men could not match her decisiveness and courage.

Of course, decisiveness and courage can also turn into recklessness. But what is even more valuable is that this respectable woman also has the ability to pay for her actions, admit defeat, and learn lessons.

So at this juncture, the four male kings with penises all looked at the queen at the same time.

"I bet there are quite a few cases like this among us in the court, Your Majesties."

Mi Wei crossed her fingers and leaned back in her chair.

"There is a sense of suspense in the air. In my court, for example, my husband would think about how to sleep with another maid. My marshal would think about how to make himself famous in history. My advisory wizard would imagine that he was running the country. Even the clown was gloomy and boring, suddenly concerned about his long-lost self-esteem and unwilling to make a fool of himself."

"They all looked at me tentatively, to see if their master was feeling ill today and didn't have the energy or mood to get angry."

“But I can show them what I can do if I put my mind to it!”

"My determination can make the walls shake! Then all those stupid thoughts in their heads are suddenly swept away, and their eyes suddenly become clear!"

Mi Wei's hands fiddled with her large jewel necklace.

"Now, the Nilfgaardians are also watching us. In this unresolved atmosphere, stupid ideas are sprouting in many people's minds. So, now we must also show our determination and ability!"

"Destroy the Scoia'tael!" Henselt seemed to be waiting for this sentence and responded quickly, "Let's launch a large-scale joint military operation to bloodbath the non-human races! Let the blood of the elves flow from the source of the Gwenrich River to its estuary!"

"Send a punitive team to suppress the free elves of Dol Bretanna." Speaking of elves, Demawi gritted his teeth, "Send troops in two groups, and one group will go to the Brokilon Forest to wipe out the tree spirits! If there are any that are not completely killed, throw them into the protection area!"

"Send Kratz-an-Quit to the coast of Nilfgaard!" Vizimir said. "He has sworn a blood oath to avenge the deaths of Calanthe and his wife. Now is the time to show your strength!"

"Not enough." Foltest shook his head. "These are not enough. We need... I know what we really need."

"Then tell me quickly! Every second, the entire North is becoming more and more shaky!"

"Cintra."

"what?!"

"Take Cintra back from the Nilfgaardians!" Foltest said seriously, "The only way to cross the Yaruga River is to cross the border and fight to the other side! Only in this way can we show our strength. Otherwise, who can we subdue?"

"But we just said that the Yaruga River is a natural barrier, and there is nothing we can do about it."

Demawi said hesitantly.

"That's because the Nilfgaardians have no choice." The King of Temeria seemed to have sorted out his thoughts and spoke quickly. "The landing point, the radiation range of the military base, the number of ships, these keys to crossing the river are all on our side!"

"The Nilfgaardians can't send tens of thousands of people to the other side of the river at once. If they don't have the ability to send troops, they will be slowly eaten up by us. But we have this ability! What's more, a surprise attack will give us an advantage!"

"And," Foltest groaned, "don't forget the Cintra Massacre!"

"Even if you have forgotten, the people of Cintra and Skellige have not forgotten! To this day, there are still large-scale guerrillas fighting the men in black on the land of Cintra! We will have support if we attack them."

"And the most important thing is"

The king, the most handsome among all the people present, looked around.

"I remember that the highest existing noble title in Cintra belongs to a friend we all know. Once it is possible to retake Cintra."

When it came to the end, Foltest had not finished.

But deep thought had already appeared in the eyes of the other four people.

(End of this chapter)