Dragon, choose cultural victory to make money

“I am a speck of dust in Loman, and without my country I would cease to exist.

"I am a nut of Loman, and with flesh and blood I will forge a fortress of steel.

"I am the sharp blade of Loman, destroying all enemies who invade and betray.

“No matter how many hardships they go through, the excellent Roman people will always exist.

"Long live the Holy Roman Empire.

"Long live the emperor."

On the muddy ground at the edge of the Golden Plains, Tucker, a young infantryman from the 4th Regiment of Loman, completed his morning oath.

This is a fixed procedure that all soldiers of the Roman army must complete every day.

After several generations of education and repeated brainwashing through various propaganda channels, it can only be said that the Roman soldiers made their oath sincerely.

If people from other countries were to look at Roman's view of history, they would certainly find it very strange.

First of all, the enemy of invasion and betrayal is a very "interesting" concept.

Because during the heyday of the Roman Empire, it conquered many surrounding countries.

Later, the territory shrank because the people of the invaded countries were not treated as human beings. In addition, the internal political chaos and the serious existence of cliques made these countries seize the opportunity to rebel.

Therefore, from the perspective of most countries on the continent, there is no such thing as "invasion and betrayal".

They are all fighting for their own survival.

If war is the great tragedy of intelligent creatures, there must be some attribute of justice.

There is absolutely no dispute about the anti-aggression war.

Unfortunately, the Romans don't think so.

In Roman's textbook, Roman is the most outstanding nation among the most outstanding races in the entire continent.

This is also a very subtle statement.

From a racial perspective, there is no difference between the Romans and the people of surrounding countries.

Ethnically speaking, the Romans are actually "hard-working people". Initially, there were multiple ethnic groups in that place, but later they were integrated into one.

The emperor waved his hand and from now on, all human beings in Roman were one nation.

Thus the concept of the Romans emerged.

In order to prove that this concept is reasonable and completely non-controversial, the Royal Academy of Sciences has a group of scientists employed by the emperor. Although what they do is not very scientific, they are indeed scientists in name.

The main job of these scientists is to prove from various tricky angles that the Romans are the most superior people.

What he did included but was not limited to, writing papers to explain his superiority from an "academic" perspective. If serious journals did not accept his papers, Lowman could start his own journal.

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Hold international sports events, but do not invite top athletes from other countries.

In the end, the outstanding Lomans easily swept the medal table.

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A competition for extraordinary people to fight is held, but the script is very clear.

It is usually the foreign extraordinary people who make rude remarks and wantonly belittle the Romans, causing public outrage.

During the match, the foreign player suppressed the Roman Extraordinary at the beginning, and smoothly connected with a few trash talks. Then the Roman Extraordinary fought back and said a few words after the match that Roman was invincible. Insulting Roman was bound to bring humiliation upon oneself...

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There are also quiz competitions, especially those for students.

"Magically", the questions in the competition exam were all within the preparation range of Loman students.

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In short, in all the events held in the Roman Empire, it is always the Romans who win big and win again.

As a result, players from other countries were unwilling to play with them. No one would participate except those who wanted to make a quick buck.

As a last resort, Roman officials had to offer high salaries, often more than the prize money, to hire players from other countries to entertain them.

Although rotten money is rotten, it is really sweet.

This has led to a situation where many of today's top international athletes have a history of going to Loman to earn extra money when they were still rookies.

After achieving real results, these athletes, without exception, will vehemently deny their past experiences of taking advantage of the situation.

After all, this involves issues of sports ethics and competitive spirit.

But in Loman's view, there is another way to win.

"Look, today the best players in the world were defeated by us before. If we ask them to compete again now, they still don't dare to do it!"

So, naturally, the Romans believed that since they were so excellent, they were ahead of other nations in terms of physical fitness, extraordinary talents, and intelligence.

Then it is only right that they rule the world.

Only under the wise leadership of the Romans can the world develop efficiently in the best direction.

As for those unruly people who are unwilling to accept rule and even want to resist, they must be dealt with severely!
So the question is, are there any scientists in the Roman Empire who are clean and refuse to go along with the corrupt?

Of course there is.

And there are quite a few.

Because of varying degrees of persecution, these scientists had to leave their hometowns and flee to various parts of the mainland.

Among them, Shuangta City accepted quite a few.

The rise of the Twin Towers City Research Institute is somewhat thanks to Roman’s unique operation.

One has to admit that the Roman Empire is indeed wealthy.

Despite the departure of so many elites, the country's technological and military levels have long remained at the forefront of the mainland.

It was not until a certain red dragon opened the door to the technological and magical revolution with one claw that they began to show signs of decline.

The emperor also keenly grasped this point, so he wanted to take advantage of this last window of time to restore the glory of his ancestors.

Starting a war now is actually a gamble with one's life, but it certainly cannot be promoted in this way.

According to the Roman propaganda, "When the Roman Empire's heavenly soldiers arrived, the barbarians everywhere bowed down and kowtowed..."

As for Tucker, a private soldier fighting on the front line, he was in the first squad, second platoon, second company, fourth battalion, third regiment, second mechanized brigade, first armored division, fourth legion of the Roman Empire.

The experience after invading the Principality of Orion was exactly as described in the propaganda.

In the battles these days, no, I haven’t experienced any serious battles these days.

Except for a few serious resistances on the border of Orion during the first few days, no enemy capable of fighting was encountered since then.

It can be said that as long as the country is not in collapse, the border troops are still very valuable.

After the defeat of Orion's border guards, the only battles Tucker participated in were cleaning up the battlefield behind armored vehicles, chasing down defeated soldiers, and accepting surrenders.

Gone.

According to Roman military regulations, 30% of the spoils can be directly handed over to frontline soldiers for disposal.

Although Tucker was a private, he was able to get some things.

Ensuring that every soldier who participates in the war has something to gain is a very effective way to motivate combat.

Tucker loved the war.

Not only him, but all his comrades also liked this war very much.

so comfy.

The intensity of the war is not even as intense as the daily training, and there are also spoils to be taken.

In addition to the unbearable climate of the Principality of Orion, in recent weeks, no matter where you go, it is hot and stuffy, there is no sunlight at all, and it rains non-stop. You can only walk in the mud. The dilapidated road conditions slow down the chariot's speed and make the feet covered in military boots very uncomfortable.

This is basically an outing.

He was already thinking about using the money he earned from the war to return home, marry a beautiful girl, build a beautiful house, and then have ten or eight children.

Having children is also a way to contribute to our great motherland. This is what is written in the newspapers.

Passing through the not-so-clean camp, which smelled of a mixture of sweat, metal, and a faint smell of decay, Tucker came to the cooking tent to receive his breakfast.

Don't expect the food to be delicious during the march, but it will definitely fill you up.

Tucker received two loaves of rye bread, a bowl of mashed potatoes with salt and butter, a spoonful of pickles, a piece of jerky, and a cup of coffee.

It was actually a pretty good breakfast.

It is almost impossible for workers in the factory in my hometown to have meat to eat every morning.

But good things like this are really getting boring.

Since the war began, we've been eating the same thing almost every day. The mashed potatoes that I used to think were delicious now have a weird taste, and the jerky that I loved so much is now dry and hard.

Tucker was relying purely on instinct to stuff food into his mouth to maintain his vital signs.

When I have a holiday, I will definitely have a good meal.

Just as we were thinking about what delicious food to eat during the holiday, the squad leader started giving cigarettes to every soldier.

"Squad leader, is it our class's attack today?" Tucker asked.

According to the custom of their legion, only the teams participating in the attack could enjoy good things such as tobacco and candy to relieve fatigue and mental tension.

Even though the war was going smoothly, it did not mean that there was no risk at all.

Those who participated in the attack would naturally be treated better than those who were responsible for cleaning up the battlefield and the aftermath.

"Yes, in two hours, we will begin attacking the Lord's castle in Knox Territory. We will gather in fifteen minutes."

After hearing what the squad leader said, Tucker ate his rice a little faster.

He had no war-weariness at all. Taking part in the attack meant getting first-hand spoils and the chance to make meritorious service. Why would he be unhappy about that?

Time passed quickly, and Tucker's team, following the armored vehicle, appeared in the open space outside the lord's castle.

There was a lot of fog this morning, and visibility was very low, which made the battlefield feel more dangerous.

Tucker clenched the gun in his hand. It was a copy of the Punisher Type 1 magic rifle that was designed independently by the Roman Empire's First Military Factory.

Since joining the war, he has not fired many shots, and there is not a single kill recorded in the military merit book.

Hopefully it will open today.

Walking on the side and rear of the chariot tracks, Tucker carefully looked ahead, and finally, the outline of the castle appeared in the mist.

Seeing the magic shield rising outside the castle, Tucker knew that today's battle was inevitable.

The lords here do not intend to surrender directly.

But it doesn’t matter. I have seen several lords who resisted along the way, and they were all easily defeated. I believe it will be the same here.

Tucker was thinking this, but he didn't notice that the Orion soldiers on the city wall were on full alert, as if they were ready to fight to the death.

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At this time, in the Lord's castle in Knox Territory.

Bill takes care of his father.

He swore that the experiences he had during this period of time were definitely richer than all the experiences he had in the previous ten years of his life combined.

Originally, he was a promising professional player who had just won the runner-up in the first Guardians of the Ruins Invitational and was selected for the first team of the tournament.

I went home to visit my family, but there was war.

Fortunately, all his family members were safe. Everyone in their village had fled. Bill contacted the village chief through his cell phone, found all his family members, and then became a member of the fleeing group.

But even if they are refugees, they are refugees who live a good life.

He has money.

So we had to rely on money to make our way along the way, which was not too miserable. We had food and drink and clean meals. Our sick father even had a stretcher and they hired two people to carry it.

Miss Grace is definitely a good boss. After learning that the Principality of Orion was invaded, she contacted Bill immediately, determined his location, and arranged for someone to pick him up at the nearest place, Knox Territory.

Find the contact person, then take the top-level teleportation to escape, and the whole family will go directly to Twin Tower City. After arriving in Twin Tower City, she will be responsible for arranging accommodation.

Grace will pay for the transmission and it won't be deducted from her salary.

From the moment he received the call from Grace, Bill was completely devoted to the Twin Towers Club.

It is impossible to transfer in this lifetime.

However, the plan is good, but the execution is full of surprises.

Who would have thought that as soon as they arrived in Knox Territory, the local lord announced that he would fortify his city and fight to the death.

Even the castle's teleportation disabling array has been activated, and no one in the territory is allowed to run.

All men over the age of fourteen were deployed to the battle. Those who could shoot were assigned guns, and those who could not shoot were assigned to transport ammunition.

Bill's plan to teleport away from Twin Towers City was stuck at the last step before success.

He also became a member of the ammunition transport team.

There was even a fan of his in the group who asked for his autograph and a photo.

Bill promised to sign as long as he could survive.

Bill was not optimistic about his chances of survival.

He didn't understand military affairs, but he knew that if he kept running and the Roman army followed him to Knox Territory, it could only mean that the territories he passed by did not cause any obstacles.

Knox County didn't see anything special.

Oh no, the Lord is special.

Bill felt that the lords here were very special and strange, cowardly and brave at the same time.

He gets himself drunk every day and you can smell a strong odor of alcohol when you pass by. He always curses why we have to defend the city.

At the same time, he always stood on the front line of the city wall, a theoretically dangerous place, and chose to resist to the death when his noble colleagues surrendered.

Contradictory, very contradictory.

Waiting to die is very painful. In the past few days, Bill even thought that it would be better if the Romans attacked sooner or later, because death is death anyway.

Finally, on this foggy morning, he heard the alarm bells ringing on the city wall and someone shouted, "The Romans are coming!"

"Everyone, get to the designated positions!"

The lord drew out his sword and gave orders loudly, but no one knew what the sword was for at this time.

If death is inevitable, then dying with the city can also leave a good name in history.

Since there was no sign of reinforcements, the lord had already accepted his fate.

"No!" someone on the wall shouted again, "It's not just the Romans who are coming."

"What do you mean it's not just the Romans!" the lord was furious.

"And, and...I don't know what that is."

"what?"

Suddenly, several super-large teleportation arrays appeared in the sky, their level was high enough to break through the castle's banned spells.

Immediately afterwards, several mechanical monsters flapping their wings flew out from the teleportation array.

Because we were not flying very high, we could see the words printed on the fuselage.

"If you need to purchase, please contact 137..."

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