Durin's Diary

Chapter 301 Method
Sora nodded, took three steps forward, and looked at the nobles who were arranged in three lines. "My dear young nobles and gentlemen, I am Sora Siri, the Sora you have assassinated over fifty times, and whose wife and children died at your hands."

Among the nobles, most of the older ones sneered, while the younger ones had various looks.

Sora sighed. "I didn't want to let you, my enemies, go before, but my comrades told me that the vast majority of assassins were sent by the Church of the Noble God. And those assassins sent by the nobles were actually just your fathers or grandfathers. Most of them are now dead. Northernism claims to be liberated, so it must not easily extend hatred to the descendants of its enemies."

Sora said this and coughed lightly twice. "To the elders among you, I won't say anything. As for you young people, think carefully: Does the God of Nobility really love you? If one day you are no longer nobles, will the church still treat you as guests of honor?"

At this point, Sora smiled and said, "I hope you can learn to think independently. Think about why those honest soldiers threw mud at you, why they are no longer afraid of you, and why... we let you go."

After saying that, Sora waved his hand and the military police took them away.

After watching them leave, Sora returned to Ace's side and said, "I don't think it worked very well."

"The reason the nobility are called nobility is because they sit on chairs called nobility. That kid, Durin, once said that humans are class animals, born with an instinctive tendency to gravitate towards their own class. Those who betray their class are either the noblest fighters or the most insane lunatics."

"We have both." Sora smiled.

Ace was also laughing: "Yeah, we have both."

This time, the two old men laughed with their arms around each other's shoulders.

After saying that, he thought of Duterte again, so he looked at Sora and asked, "How's that old bear doing lately?"

"Robert, the traitor, is lucky to ask Dulin for help every day. He made an agreement with Mr. Dulin early on." When Sora mentioned this, his face was full of anger and resentment.

"Mr. Durin is a man of his word. Furthermore, his paternal family, the Corleones and the Walter families, are known as the Walter-Corleone clan. Walter family members were once key figures in Northernism, and many of them denounced Robert as a traitor to the family." At this point, Ace sighed, "Robert was most likely the last person to have contact with my uncle. I've always suspected he held the staff."

"But no one has ever seen that staff." Sora sighed.

"Yeah, no one has ever seen that staff." Ace said, and saw the assistant running over: "What's going on?"

"It's a great victory!"

………………

Du Lin looked at the report in his hand. The Northern Front of the Western Front fought fiercely for four hours today, repelling three attacks from the Genoese nobles' regiment and killing more than 10,000 enemies.

What’s more important is that the Genoese cavalry refused to give in and insisted on attacking the Northernists’ solid defense line. As a result, in the first attack, only less than 200 of the two cavalry teams with nearly 3,000 people escaped, and the rest died in front of the Northernists’ positions together with the infantry.

Two subsequent attacks also failed, leaving behind thousands of corpses each time.

The morale of the noble army was broken, and when they decided to flee, they left behind about three thousand people to prevent pursuit by the Northerners.

As a result, when the Northernist political workers shouted, the soldiers decided to tie up the officers and surrender.

Now reporters are rushing to the front line like crazy, fearing that they will not be able to get first-hand news if they are late.

There are generation gaps in equipment, in ideas, in the quality of soldiers, and even in the art of command. The aristocratic army really just has a large number of people and is forced to give up, right?

Daju disdainfully criticized the aristocratic army.

In his view, the nobility had no other advantages except their large numbers. In Dulin's view, this was indeed an advantage - having a large number of people would force them to surrender, which would only lead to a collapse of morale and instability in the army, making it more conducive to the victory of the Northernists.

The soldiers need a general who can lead them from one victory to another, not a gravedigger who leads them from one death to another.

For the former, the soldiers were willing to fight for him.

As for the latter, the soldiers are already very professional if they don't shoot secretly.

Duter was watching the final scene. After confirming that everything was correct, he looked at Du Lin and said, "Du Lin, when are you free?"

"Ah, what's the matter?" Du Lin, who was cleaning Xia Li's ears, asked.

"Accompany me to meet Robert. He is very old, so old that he can hardly see clearly. Let's hand the movie over to him together, and it will be considered as fulfilling our vows."

"Okay." Du Lin thought about it and responded, while digging out a large piece of earwax. Xia Li meowed comfortably.

Patting her little head and motioning her to change to the side, Durin continued to work while thinking - the Northern Kingdom would not interfere in Farol's affairs, at least before deciding who would be the new king, they had no time to look south.

As for going back, Du Lin himself was not worried about anything.

But after this trip, I'm afraid my college life will come to an end.

Well, everyone will grow up. No matter how beautiful the memories of school days and gatherings with classmates are, there will be a period and an end.

"But I have to finish my work here first. How about we go back the day after tomorrow?" Du Lin asked.

"Okay." Duterte nodded and began to put away the projector. "Come to think of it, moving south is a good choice. Copenhagen is too cold. My wife's asthma has improved a lot."

Du Lin stood up and helped Duterte clean up after digging out the earwax.

"Dulin, what about you? Will you live in Farol permanently in the future?" Duterte asked.

"We'll go back to Lublin, too, after the war in Farol is over." Dulin looked at Duterte and said, "I plan to persuade Secretary Ace to rest and recuperate after liberating Farol."

"Why do you think so?"

"Liberation cannot be achieved in a day. The people of the Western Continent are of different races and nationalities, and their hearts are divided. In my opinion, it may take two or even three or four generations of effort. Forcing unification will only lead to a vortex of indoctrination. In my opinion, Northernism requires a very solid rear base, and there is a severe shortage of people."

In Dühring's view, the entire system of Northernism is short of people from top to bottom.

Indeed, they have no shortage of loyal fighters, but they really lack teachers, professors, and intellectuals who are willing to truly serve Northernism.

The Principality of Farol itself is a country composed of immigrants, which is a minus for Northernism. However, if ideological unity can be achieved, these immigrants will become a plus - because Northernism can move freely across this land faster, safer and more quietly through the loyal descendants of immigrants.

A true Northernist intelligence network does not need beauty or money. It only needs discipline as strong as steel, loyalty as strong as alloy, and an extremely heavy gold medal. These are the qualities that will attract those who yearn for the doctrine and risk their lives for it.

This is the true doctrine and the true justice.

(End of this chapter)