I, the prince in distress, send money

Chapter 89 Contradictory and Complex Chris

"They actually succeeded!?"

Chris had been keeping an eye on the players' movements and was aware of their actions tonight.

Chris knew that the players would cause some trouble, so he contacted Isaac in advance and mobilized the militia.

At one o'clock this evening, more than two hundred militiamen, including hunters, had gathered in the camp. They formed two small square formations in the open space in front of the camp, and their flags fluttered in the night wind.

Chris stood on a makeshift wooden platform. He was wearing a green military coat and a Lei Feng cap. Despite his tall and straight figure and handsome face, he still didn't look like a prince of a country. Instead, he looked like a sentry standing guard at the gate of a military camp.

The militiamen standing below, looking up at Chris, did not look too promising either. Besides being thin, ugly, and hunched over, the torches stuck around them crackled, and the flickering flames shone into their formation, which was as neat as possible, but still a little crooked when viewed from above.

The militiamen's formation was not neat, but what comforted Chris was that he remained silent for nearly three or four minutes.

None of the militiamen below whispered to each other or moved around randomly, and they all remained standing at ease.

This is a good thing. During a month of training, the militiamen have acquired the most basic discipline, and discipline can enable them to defeat the enemy and ensure the survival of as many people as possible.

Chris thought so.

……

Beaton's calves are a little itchy, probably because of flea bites.

This made Beaton feel a little regretful. When everyone took a hot bath this afternoon, he shouldn't have deliberately not changed into the new clothes given to him by the prince just to be lazy and not wash his clothes.

Thinking of this, the itching on his calves became even worse. Bitton wanted to bend down and scratch it, but he didn't dare to move.

Compared to itching, Bitton is more afraid of pain.

At the other end of the queue, Mia, riding a big white pig, wearing a white helmet and a black military uniform, was leading two instructors dressed in the same manner, staring at them eagerly.

In the past few days, whenever someone dared to move around during training or talk to the people next to them, Mia would drive the pigs over and hit them hard with the black stick in her hand, making the person lie on the ground and twitch.

If the beating is light, the person only needs to lie on the ground for two or three minutes to recover. If the beating is heavy, the person lying on the ground will be in trouble. Feces and urine will spray out, and his pants will be dirty, and he will be laughed at for a long time.

Therefore, Bi Qi would rather be whipped by those expressionless and cold instructors who looked like dead people, and even have the whips broken, than be beaten by Mia with a stick.

Mia was very ruthless, and the militiamen she beat naturally wanted to seek revenge... They were all simple-minded people from the mountains. If you hit me, I will find a chance to hit you back.

However, no matter whether these revengeful militiamen tried to put sacks on people at night, beat them with sticks, or blocked people in the woods outside the camp, they were all beaten black and blue by the man and the pig.

After fighting back and forth a few times without gaining any advantage, the militiamen became convinced and no longer dared to provoke Mia. As long as she was on the training ground, no one dared to move or speak.

Just like now.

The gentle words are in Prince Chris's mouth, and the big stick is in Mia's hand.

Even if Beaton's legs itched, he didn't dare move.

After admiring the militia's discipline for a while, Chris finally spoke.

He swallowed first, then raised his voice.

"Brothers, I won't hide it from you. I woke you up tonight because we are going to fight."

The militiamen subconsciously looked up at Chris, the kindhearted man who had fed them and given them new clothes and shoes. Their eyes were filled with respect and trust. The militiamen of Beach Town and the hunters in the mountains were no fools; they could tell who was good and who was bad.

"In a war, there will definitely be casualties. I don't want to hide this fact, but as long as we win the war and drive away the Ministians and the Restoration Army bosses at our door, we'll have time to farm and have food to eat."

Speaking of this, Chris also felt emotional.

“If you win, I will give each of you fifty acres of land… a full fifty acres.

If we lose this battle... I might die, or I might flee the country.

If I really lose, you should flee. First, return here and divide up the food here. Then, return to the town and take your families to hide in the mountains."

After saying this, Chris fell silent. He had many passionate and ambitious speeches in his mind, but when he looked into the eyes of the militia below, he couldn't say it... Chris didn't want to lie to anyone and die.

Decisiveness in killing is a commendatory word, but ruthlessness is a quality that a hero must possess.

But Chris never really wanted to own them... He couldn't explain why.

The overall situation is more important. When someone says this to you, it often means that you are not in the overall situation.

At any cost means you could be that cost.

If one sacrifices voluntarily for the benefit of oneself and the majority of people, and knowingly so, then this is called greatness. Otherwise, it is... extreme evil.

Chris can drive players without any psychological barriers, simply because they are also cheating themselves, everyone is cheating each other, there is give and take, and no one owes anyone anything.

Even if the players die, they will not really die. They come from a higher-dimensional world and it is impossible for them to die here. Even the bodies and souls they use are false phantoms in the water.

However, Chris was a little reluctant to deceive and drive the locals, perhaps because he was too saintly, or perhaps because he was a kind-hearted person.

However, this is a chaotic time, and even if Chris is unwilling to start a war, the war is chasing him.

Wu...To stop war is Wu, this word explains its meaning.

To stop a war, you must start a war.

Peace is truly a luxury.

Chris sighed, then raised his head again and shouted an order.

"Let's go, Centurion Isaac. You will lead the way."

"Order!"

Beaton's column was right next to Centurion Isaac. When the latter waved the flag, he and the other hunters around him followed, carrying their flintlocks on their shoulders and walking quickly.

"One, two, one...one, two, one..."

Beaton roared the marching slogan. He listened to Prince Chris's plain speech and understood most of its meaning.

Therefore, Beaton is very excited now... He must help His Royal Highness win this battle.

If he wins, he can have enough food to eat and get 50 acres of land. He won't have to live the hard and dangerous hunting life in the mountains like his father and grandfather.

(End of this chapter)