Dragon, choose cultural victory to make money

Big Morris came to the battlefield mainly out of a sense of guilt.

He is a Loman, or rather, he used to be.

Because he no longer belongs to Roman, and ever since he detonated a large number of constructs in Villian, he has been a famous traitor to the Roman Empire.

He is no longer a human being, but a tiefling.

But he still identified with Roman himself and still considered the Romans to be his compatriots, but he did not think that Emperor Roman was a qualified emperor.

Because of this sense of identity, Morris the Elder felt that he should bear some responsibility for the evil deeds committed by his compatriots against other countries.

In fact, many Romans who escaped from Roman had similar ideas, and many of them also participated in the counterattack against the Empire.

Those with strong martial virtues joined the army directly and went to the front lines. Those who did not want to fight with their compatriots donated money, joined the logistics work, and participated in research work.

Especially the part where I can participate in research work.

As a country whose ancestors were indeed wealthy, the Roman Empire had relatively good education and a very solid basic education. After its higher education lagged behind, it also actively sent students abroad.

Nowadays, countries are rapidly granting citizenship to these researchers, fearing that if they are too slow, another high-end talent will be snatched away by other countries.

As for the elder Morris, although he also obtained Sutton citizenship and had a higher education background from the Repin Academy, he was mainly famous and was the kind of banner figure who would be introduced to clothes. His personal abilities were not too bad, but he was not that great either.

Compared to his brother, there is absolutely no comparison.

But Big Morris was not jealous. They were brothers, and he was doing well too.

After the war broke out, he also planned to use his own way to stop the wrong actions of his former motherland.

There is no hope for me to do research because I don’t have the ability.

He had donated money, but he was unwilling to shoot his compatriots on the battlefield.

Participating in logistics production, I feel that I am not able to make use of my expertise.

In response to his strong desire to make amends, his management team advised him to go to safe areas on the front line, perform consolation shows and maximize the impact.

As a former film and television star who has only appeared in one movie, Magic Movie, he later made a big splash in Villian and was able to ride on the popularity to appear on variety shows. He is more or less a mid-level artist and of course has his own management team.

The team's opinions were also very reasonable. The task was completed, the reputation was gained, and it was safe.

But Morris himself was not happy about it.

However, the team's plan inspired him to go to the front line.

Film what happens on the front lines. People far away from the war zone need to know what happened on the battlefield, and these records will be needed as evidence in the future.

So, big Morris gloriously changed his career and became a war correspondent.

This decision was strongly opposed by the agency team.

The biggest difference between condolence reporters and war correspondents is the distance from the firefight site, which directly affects the degree of danger.

However, Big Morris had made up his mind and went to the war zone himself with his camera equipment.

A group of employees in the team were left at home, praying hard that they would not lose their jobs because of the death of their boss.

As for the boss, he is very happy now.

Although I walk on the edge of life and death every day, I feel that I have found the meaning of life.

The real-life battlefield records filmed by Morris have received considerable attention on the Internet.

The hardship and cruelty of the war, as well as Roman's terrifying demon army, were all recorded in full by him.

In fact, Morris is not the only one who has gone deep into the war zone to do the filming work. There are many teams, both hired by the state and private.

But Morris was the one who cared least about his own safety.

He received several months of military training and went directly to the battlefield with the army. The only difference between him and the real combat soldiers was that he did not carry a gun, but a camera, and he also carried an ID to prove that he was a filmmaker.

His arms and legs are still intact now. On the one hand, it is because he is lucky. On the other hand, it is because of his relationship with Sir Togedo that he got a complete set of magical clothes from the spider elf Rowling.

With the blessing of luck and financial resources, the content he shoots attracts more attention than those of his peers.

Including the Sutton officials, they quickly gave this propaganda spokesman Tiefling a position to facilitate him to follow some actions that he was originally difficult to participate in.

The value of propaganda in the rear is not much lower than that on the front battlefield.

This also includes the Roman people. As a well-known traitor of Roman who was already targeted, he is now shooting a "fake" video and "slandering" the public image of Roman. This is intolerable and must be dealt with severely.

At this time, Big Maurice, who had no idea that he was being targeted, was off-roading in the mountains and forests in the southern part of the Capetian Kingdom.

His new shooting target, the guerrillas of the Capetian Kingdom.

Although the entire country had been nominally occupied by Roman and the king had announced his surrender, the frontal troops could no longer be organized since the western defense line was breached, but the spark of resistance had never been extinguished.

A large number of surviving soldiers either joined the battles in other countries or stayed in their homeland and became guerrilla forces, active outside the cities and in the mountains and wilderness, mainly attacking Roman's logistics transportation.

No country can afford the cost of transporting large quantities of supplies. They must always be transported by vehicles. It is impossible to fully protect long-distance transportation routes, and the vulnerable points are where guerrillas are active.

Since the war began, Capet's guerrillas have achieved many victories, greatly reducing the efficiency of material transportation in Roman's territory and causing many casualties.

The royal family members who fled abroad also formed the Capetian Government in Exile to re-coordinate the forces that were still resisting.

However, few people are paying attention to these forces at present. The "sneaky" sabotage work behind enemy lines does not seem as important as sieges and captures strongholds on the front battlefield, and few war correspondents come here.

Big Morris believes that all those who have not given up hope in such situations are worthy of praise, and their stories are legendary.

Let their stories be known to the world.

With this goal in mind, he went deep into the mountains.

In order to avoid encirclement and suppression, the mountainous area where the guerrillas were located was not developed into a scenic area with convenient supporting facilities, but was instead in a state close to that of a primitive jungle.

There is no road at all.

The grass and bushes were at least waist-high, and the tall trees blocked the sky, so that the sunlight could only fall sparsely on the lower layer of the jungle like a light snow in early spring, and the fragile points of light seemed like they would melt away in an instant.

“How on earth do these bushes that block the sunlight grow so tall?”

Morris couldn't help but complain.

Among the many war zones he has visited, the environment here is one of the most harsh.

“Because we have to survive.”

The guide walking in front said.

"No matter how difficult it is, you must survive, or at least die later than the enemy."

The guide walked very fast, and if Morris, an ordinary college student, had not received several months of military training, there would be no way he could keep up.

"I will," he replied.

Enduring the humid heat that made his chest suffocate when he breathed, and fighting against the strange mosquitoes and giant insects that were very bold, after walking for an undetermined number of hours, Morris finally saw some hope.

The branches nearby show signs of having been cut down by humans, and they are very neat, proving that people pass by here frequently.

We're almost at the guerrilla base, Morris thought.

At this moment, a loud shout suddenly came from the bushes. "Who!"

"It's me." The guide responded quickly, then looked back at Morris and motioned for him to go and deal with it.

Then it disappeared into the dense jungle.

No wonder they chose this place as their base.

Morris looked hard, trying to see where the guide was, but he couldn't see him at all. It was so easy to hide people in this place.

After waiting for a few minutes, the bushes shook and the guide came out with another person.

"This is Mr. Morris," he introduced.

Morris looked up and down at the person in front of him. He was very young, probably several years younger than him. His clothes were not complete, but he had a smile on his face and was in good spirits.

"Mr. Morris!" the young man was very excited. "I am your fan. I love being untouchable."

"thanks, thanks."

This made Morris not know what to say.

The guide said, "Okay, go back to guard duty. Mr. Morris will stay with us for several days. You will have plenty of opportunities to see him. I will take him to the camp first."

Morris said goodbye to his fans and walked for a distance before seeing the legendary camp.

There was not a large flat land, and the grass and trees were still lush. There were some tents and tree houses sparsely distributed. The intervals between them were very large and you couldn't see the end at a glance. Mainly because the visible distance in the forest was not very far.

Seeing Morris's confusion, the guide explained, "Loman has griffin riders patrolling in the sky. If we cut down the trees, we will be easily exposed. So we can only live like this. It's better than having no house at all. I'll take you to your house, and then we'll go see the captain."

"If the room is tense, I don't actually have to ..."

"It's okay. We lack everything except wood. We don't need to cut down big trees. We have plenty of small trees."

What was assigned to Morris was a tree house. It was not big, only about seven or eight square meters. It had a rattan bed and a small table, and nothing else. It was very clean.

Morris was very satisfied. He had lived in much worse places than this, such as trenches that could never be dry and were full of mud and water. During that time, his feet were swollen and it took him some time to heal.

He put down the luggage. It was called luggage, but it was actually two small treasure chest monsters. He had been carrying it on his back, and the Woodland Treasure Chest Monster couldn't climb over.

One holds all the filming equipment.

Although the environment was difficult, Morris still tried his best to ensure the quality of the final film and the equipment was quite complete.

The other one, he picked up.

"Go see the captain. Here are the supplies that everyone has donated to you." In fact, most of them were bought by Morris himself. "I'll take them all."

"And supplies!" Upon hearing the word "supplies", the guide's eyes lit up immediately. "Sorry, I lost my composure. We are really short of supplies."

"I'm not sure any of this will work."

"It's useful. All of it is useful. Come on, I'll take you to see the captain. She will be very happy if she knows."

Morris thought that the captain of the guerrillas would stay in a place somewhat different from that of his team members, but that was not the case.

A completely unremarkable cabin that served as the captain’s office and bedroom.

A little bigger, can accommodate several people.

There, Morris met the guerrilla leader.

A lady who looks to be in her thirties, with a very tired face and a buzz cut, probably for convenience, and clear muscle lines can be seen on her exposed arms.

This reminded Morris of Prime Minister Figesing, who looked like a man who really got things done.

"Hello, I'm Morris, and I'm here to take photos of you..."

The captain did not look at Morris, but turned to look at the guide.

"Have you checked it?"

"I brought him all the way here."

"Have you checked it?"

"Isn't that a bit rude to the guests?"

"Rules are rules."

Seeing that the atmosphere was a bit awkward, Morris immediately said, "It's okay, I'll do the inspection."

"Check if you are a shapeshifter," the guide said, pulling out a small medicine bottle from his pocket. "We don't have any better means of examination. I'll use eye drops. It's a bit uncomfortable, so bear with it."

Then he ripped open Morris's eyes.

Morris swore that this was definitely the most uncomfortable eye drops he had ever used in his life.

As soon as a drop fell, my eyes felt extremely painful, as if someone had lit a huge fireball and was burning my eyes.

His whole face was distorted. The burning pain lasted for several minutes, which felt like hours, before it gradually subsided and he could barely open his eyes.

"It seems not." said the captain.

"What would it be like if it were?" Maurice gasped.

"The pupils will change color, but don't worry, if not, this potion has no side effects. Please understand that we have suffered great losses in the past because of the shapeshifter's undercover work."

The captain apologized sincerely.

"I understand, I completely understand. It's better to be cautious. Only by being cautious can we persevere."

Hearing him say this, the captain laughed.

“I believe our cooperation in the next few days will be very pleasant.”

"I hope so. These are the supplies I brought for you. They are mainly guns, ammunition, medicine, and magic stones. I wanted to bring some clothes, but clothes take up some space."

"That's very good. I sincerely thank you. You won't freeze to death without clothes in this place. Weapons are always more important than clothes. Can you tell me what you want to shoot this time?"

"It's like this. I need to confirm which parts of you can be exposed. I will process all your faces and voices to ensure that your identities are not exposed."

Morris explained his shooting plan in great detail. Although he had not been doing this job for a long time, the workload was not low and there was no rest time, so he accumulated rich work experience.

"Finally, if possible, I would like to follow your actions, but don't worry about my safety, I can protect myself."

The captain took a closer look at what Morris was wearing.

Pretty sure he can protect himself.

It is hard to tell what it is exactly, but judging from the surging magic power, it is difficult to seek death.

"Well, I still need to plan the specific actions."

"Of course, of course."

At this time, a soldier came running over in a hurry.

"Captain, your brother is back!" (End of this chapter)