Don’t raise unruly people in extreme cold weather

Chapter 828

After completing the initial repairs on the floating city, Perfect allowed it to continue its original journey, slowly sailing across the strait towards France.

Her destination was the capital of France, a once prosperous city that was now a barren wasteland.

That was the place she destroyed with thermobaric bombs. Millions of people died in the disaster, and the city was reduced to ashes, leaving only endless ruins and the silence of death.

During the Seventeen Days' War, Perfecto's actions were not limited to destroying the French capital.

She also completely destroyed France's naval base, sank the Triple Alliance's fleet, and destroyed their assembled army.

All of this is for one purpose: to buy time for the Victorian Empire and prevent the empire from wasting precious energy, time and resources in a war with the Triple Alliance.

Faced with the impending doomsday disaster, Perfect chose the most extreme means - she used thermobaric bombs and airships to quickly end the war in an almost cruel way and crush the resistance of the Tripartite Alliance.

Millions died because of her decision, all for the simple declaration that “the sky is burning and the earth is prostrating at my feet.”

It was on that occasion that Perfecto showed the world the radical change in the form of warfare.

Her actions not only caused the complete collapse of the Triple Alliance, but also allowed the Victorian Empire to preserve enough resources and energy to focus on the construction of the northern border, laying a solid foundation for the empire's survival in the doomsday winter.

However, this process is not without cost.

There is no need to elaborate on the brutal exploitation of the Triple Alliance by the Empire. A large number of laborers were forcibly conscripted and sent to the North to participate in the construction.

Many people were exploited to death in the process, and only a very few could survive until the end of winter and get a ticket to enter the northern shelter.

Even so, the survivors of the Triple Alliance never lost their hatred for Perfecto.

In the past few years, they have launched many rebellions in attempts to seek revenge or freedom, but these rebellions were all suppressed by the Northern Army without exception.

Perfect was aware of these acts of rebellion, but she didn't care.

She had long understood that her original decision would inevitably lead to hatred and revenge.

She gave the people of the Triple Alliance a chance to live, but whether they cherished it was their own choice.

As for their resistance, Perfect simply accepted it calmly.

She knew that she had killed so many people in the past. Shouldn't she allow others to resist and seek revenge?
When she made that decision, she was already fully aware of this and mentally prepared.

The floating city slowly sailed towards the capital of France. Perfect stood on the deck, gazing calmly into the distance.

Her figure looked particularly stern in the cold wind. On the distant horizon, a pale outline was vaguely visible. That was the capital of France, or rather the former capital.

Because the city once known as the capital of France has turned into a white land. The entire city was burned down in the bombing that year, and only the outline of the city remains.

Those were the city walls and waterways that were not destroyed by the flames, but these only proved that the city once existed.

The remains of the city wall stood alone in the wilderness like the skeleton of a giant beast, while the waterways had long since dried up, leaving only deep gullies that looked like scars on the earth.

With the arrival of the doomsday winter, the land has been covered with ice and snow. The capital of France, once the only city in the world that could compete with Langton for the title of the world's largest city, has only a vast expanse of white and some undulations. There is no trace of the fire that year or evidence of the city's existence. If you ignore the undulations, it is the last trace of the ruins of the former city after being buried by the wind and snow.

Ice and snow covered everything, as if time had stopped here, leaving only silence and desolation.

Of course, Perfecto came here not to pay tribute to the former capital of France, nor to admire his own past "great achievements".

There was no trace of regret or emotion in her eyes, only calmness and indifference.

The purpose of her visit was to visit the new city that had been built near the old city of the French capital.

It’s not actually accurate to call it a new town. Strictly speaking, it’s just a slum or... a garbage dump.

Although the fire that year directly killed nearly one million people and caused hundreds of thousands of people to suffer burns of varying degrees, hundreds of thousands of people still survived.

After all, France is a big city comparable to Langton, and the population is not much different.

Hundreds of thousands of survivors and hundreds of thousands of wounded, a huge population that no other city could accommodate.

Among them, those who could go to other cities to live with their relatives or those who had the ability to go to other cities went to other cities after the fire. The only ones left were the injured and those who could not leave.

It is conceivable that if these people gather together without any external influence, they will become rotten.

There is no order, no hope, only the instinct of survival drives them.

They built crude shacks with broken bricks and tiles from the ruins, and pieced together barely usable tools from discarded metal and wood.

Food and water are extremely scarce, disease and hunger are rampant, and death has become a part of daily life.

Although the Empire later took over France, it did not do anything to the old capital. It only provided a small amount of food to the people who could not leave the old capital at that time, barely keeping them from starving to death.

The Empire's aid was merely symbolic, as if to prove that they had not completely abandoned the land.

And these people gradually formed a slum similar to a garbage dump.

There are no rules here, no future, only endless struggle and despair.

After the arrival of the doomsday winter, this place is simply the best breeding ground for evil cults.

What could breed cults more easily than despair and hatred? What could be more easily exploited and transformed into the most fanatical and loyal belief in the gods?
As long as the gods promise them revenge on Perfectoct and the Victoria Empire, they will give everything they have without hesitation.

The purpose was just to take revenge on the person who started the fire that year.

It's just that they never had the opportunity in the past, and Victoria would never give them such an opportunity.

And now, Perfecto has come here. She has taken the initiative to give these people a chance for revenge, and it is also her chance to take the initiative to attack the gods.

(End of this chapter)