Doctor, I'm really strong!

Andorn expressed his anxieties and cried out in the Declaration of the Holy Terra.

"Only the proletarians can liberate themselves. We must build our own world. Comrades, let's go to the community!"

We are needed there, regardless of your position or location. A great mission is calling us to fight for the liberation of all mankind!

Andorn himself made 100,000 copies of the declaration and then distributed them.

Soon, a wave of public support for “aiding the community and building the sacred Terra” swept through the community on its own, with an intensity and speed that caught everyone off guard.

From Sami to Sargon, from the East to Bolívar, countless people have embarked on their journeys.

Some of them were alone, while others formed partnerships. They spoke languages ​​from all over the country and had various accents, but they all shared one word—comrade.

With just this one word, two complete strangers can shake hands with smiles and then team up.

However, at this time, almost all the channels between the Terra People's Community and the outside world were blocked, and normal channels could not enter at all. Obviously, these spontaneous actions could not contact the community's officials. These small groups could only move forward separately or meet up and then set off as a team. Many people sacrificed themselves on the way to the community.

According to incomplete statistics, more than 30,000 international friends came to support the community during the founding battle, and 21117 people eventually came to the community. 8721 bodies and ashes were collected, and about one-third of them died on the way.

In later history, they were known as the "International Army".

Section 196: The Advantage Lies With Me!

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Leitania, the heavy land carrier Tower

The White Queen, one of the twin queens, is reviewing a battle report—a truly outrageous one.

Not long ago, a Retanian reconnaissance unit encountered a Terran Red Army reconnaissance unit, and a small skirmish broke out. The Retanian side, which had an overwhelming advantage in both numbers and the quality of its casters, was chased and beaten by the enemy. One platoon was reduced to only half a squad. It was so absurd that it was ridiculously absurd.

"Your Majesty, it was just a small-scale skirmish. Even if our enemies were a band of peasants and commoners, there must be some elites among them. This loss is insignificant."

The White Queen looked at the battle report and said, "Do you know that this reconnaissance unit belongs to the Tower Guard, my direct subordinate unit, Prince Eugen?"

When his name was called, Prince Eugen stood up, bowed slightly, and said, "That's truly a pity. Please accept my condolences."

Besides the two empresses, the remaining seven people present are all electors. Although the twin empresses are nominally the supreme rulers of Letania, in reality, power in this country is decentralized, and the electors can completely ignore the high and mighty empresses.

At this moment, the White Queen picked up a photograph, which showed the defensive positions of the Terra Red Army, taken by a frontline scout.

Without looking from the air, you can't tell what's going on there at all. But as soon as the Leitania side launches drones, the other side will shoot them down without hesitation, whether it's day or night. As a result, the Leitania side has no idea how the Terra Red Army has deployed its defenses. It seems that apart from barbed wire and a few sand dunes, there's nothing else on the plain.

They don't think they can stop the land-based ships with these, do they?

The White Queen placed the documents on the table, indicating that everyone should pass them around.

Prince Eugen noticed that all the drones deployed by his side were shot down. Even though these drones controlled by the sorcerers were maneuvering and almost doing backflips, or even flying at extremely low altitudes, they were still shot down. Clearly, the enemy had a strong ability to locate the enemy.

“This ability to locate the enemy could very well become a major obstacle to our attack,” Prince Eugen said.

But the Habsburg prince beside him disagreed: "I don't think there's anything to be afraid of. Look, the enemy doesn't even have the most basic mage defensive positions, which means they lack mages, especially good ones. The reason they value our drones so much is obviously because they're afraid of having their resources exposed."

Prince Howard, standing nearby, echoed, "Our enemy has only just established a nation. If that poor Far Eastern power can be called a nation, then everything will end instantly once our land fleet launches an attack. No one can stop a large country's land fleet, let alone such a pitifully small nation."

Prince Eugen nodded. Although he was a cautious man, given the information asymmetry, he also believed that the Terra Red Army posed no threat to the Letanian land fleet.

As long as they lack the power to stop the advance of the land-based ships, the battle will soon be over.

At this moment, Prince Sondberg spoke up: "When these people fought against Syracuse before, didn't they deploy landships? Our enemies are not monkeys without landships. We should be a little careful about that."

Prince Hohenzollern, standing nearby, chuckled: "Just two landships, and they only appeared once, with no further sightings. They probably just got destroyed on the battlefield. Given the fighting capabilities of those thugs and hooligans in Syracuse, don't get your hopes up too high."

The Habsburg prince wore a disdainful smile: "Perhaps their landships have gone back to lay eggs, but soon thousands of landships will pounce on us and crush us."

"Hahahahahahahahahaha."

Everyone laughed, and the air was filled with a joyful atmosphere.

Just then, the White Queen spoke up: "Send an invitation to our enemies. I invite their leader, Liu Jiuli, to a banquet. Let's do it today."

The princes looked at each other, then their gazes settled on the White Queen.

The White Queen explained, "Don't you all want to meet this audacious person?"

The invitation was sent out quickly. Coincidentally, Liu Jiuli was inspecting the defenses in Steel Grid at the time, so the invitation was delivered to him in no time.

"An invitation to a noble dinner in Letania, interesting."

Liu Jiuli toyed with the invitation in his hand, then showed it to everyone with a playful expression on his face.

Ling cautiously stated, "I suspect it's a trap."

Liu Jiuli calmly replied, "It would be even better if it were a trap."

Ling: "What is the Feast at Hongmen?"

Liu Jiuli: "It's like when you're eating a meal, you throw down the tool you're holding, and then the Eight Hundred Axe Maiden snatches the axe from your hand and dances with you, preferably finely chopped into minced meat, the kind you can use to make dumplings."

Ling panicked: "Isn't that just setting up an ambush? You still want to go?"

Liu Jiuli nodded: "Yes, think about it. The moment they make their move, I slaughter everyone on the spot and send all the monsters and demons into the second dimension. We won't have to fight this battle. Letania will be in chaos for a while."

Ling asked very seriously, "Are you really planning to do this?"

Liu Jiuli smiled and said, "That's why I said if they make a move, I can bring a mini recording device to ensure there are pictures and evidence, so that those who want to attack us will have nothing to say."

Ling sighed: "In that case, your true strength will be completely exposed, and you won't be able to play this card anymore."

Liu Jiuli's face immediately showed regret: "Yes, such an important trump card should be used on a target that can recoup its costs."

The implication is that Letania is not qualified.

Herag, an advisor, said, "Leytania wouldn't do such a thing. In my opinion, in the eyes of those tower nobles, we are just a bunch of rabble of commoners and bandits. They despise us to the core and don't take us seriously at all. This invitation is more out of the nobles' curiosity, such as wanting to see what it's like to lead a rebellion of commoners. It comes with some humiliation and arrogance."

Liu Jiuli agreed, but still said, "The wine may not be good, and the banquet may not be good, but I still have to go."

The order was: "On the battlefield, we cannot lose our morale, right?"

“That’s one point.” Liu Jiuli extended his index finger, then added his middle finger. “Secondly, I want to leave them with indelible memories, preferably etched deep into their DNA, lasting forever.”

Section 197: Questioning

Nobility, a strange word. Of course, this strangeness is for people born in China. In other countries, especially those with a strong religious atmosphere, the locals still recognize this class.

What's even more amazing is that history didn't completely eliminate this term. After the feudal aristocracy disappeared, the capitalist aristocracy took its place, and on this basis, financial aristocrats, international aristocrats, political aristocrats, and so on emerged as successors.

Regardless of the type, nobles were destined to be enemies of the proletariat from the day they were born, because they pursued privileges, privileges of being superior to others. Feudal nobility was the earliest form of nobility, and also the most backward form.

At least capitalist aristocrats fought their way to power, while feudal aristocrats relied on bloodline inheritance.

The arrogance of the capitalist aristocracy lies in this: I have money, therefore I am the father of all of you.

The arrogance of feudal nobles lies in the idea that: "My ancestors were awesome, so everything you have belongs to me."

In terms of progress, the capitalist aristocracy is more advanced than the feudal aristocracy, but for Liu Jiuli, the only difference between the two types of nobles is that capitalism is like a street lamp, while feudalism is like a guillotine.

The greatest irony in the world is that when the bourgeoisie declares that they have started a revolution, it is often the proletariat that makes the greatest sacrifices, and it is also these true heroes who shed blood, sweat and tears who are discarded like worn-out shoes after the revolution is won.

A single sentence in a history book encapsulates the life of a famous person, while the flesh and blood of ordinary people serve as the ink for writing history. They left behind everything for the new era, but not their own names.

Then, when this class roared to reclaim the fruits of their labor, feudalism and capitalism stood together.

This is the case in Letania.

After the Kiel Commune uprising, it wasn't just the nobles who were hung on lampposts; local wealthy and unscrupulous merchants also became part of the list. This act of eradicating the exploiting class enraged the rulers of the entire Letania.

Although the country is still dominated by feudal nobles, there are indeed capitalist nobles among them. With economic development, these new generation nobles are squeezing out more power and resources. Naturally, they do not want a bunch of poor and unruly commoners sitting at the same table with them. What they want is a stable society that lasts for thousands of generations and remains unchanged forever.

They must have a lot in common with Inazuma's Raiden General.

The banquets of the nobility are extravagant. Electors who hold great power, nobles of high status, and elegantly dressed socialites—any bowl here is worth a lifetime's work for the lowest commoners of Letania. In the moment of clinking glasses, interests and compromises are reached, and then both sides smile at each other and continue to enjoy the beauty of power, or go to hunt for their favorite female companions. Everything seems perfectly natural.

Until that man took office.

When Liu Jiuli, dressed in military uniform, appeared on the deck of the Gaota land-based warship, the banquet hall fell silent. Everyone could feel an invisible pressure enveloping the entire deck, and even the air seemed to solidify.

Liu Jiuli did this on purpose. The spread of his spiritual power allowed him to control the entire scene with an overwhelming aura. He had no interest in playing the game of pretending to be weak while actually being strong with these pigs. He came here to let these ungrateful noblemen know that from now on, there is a place for the proletariat at the table of power.

With a gentle tap of his leather shoes against the deck, Liu Jiuli walked up to the Twin Empresses with a smile on his face.

The White Queen, the Black Queen, the supreme ruler of Letania—in name only.

At this moment, some of the people present had already fainted from exhaustion, but the people around them dared not move at all, because they felt that they were being threatened from all directions, and their bodies were frantically alarming, indicating that their master was in a very dangerous state.

At this moment, apart from the twin queens, the person closest to Liu Jiuli was Prince Eugen. He used almost all his strength to shift his gaze to the visitor.

Liu Jiuli, Head of State and Supreme Leader of the Holy Terra People's Republic.

Is this guy even human?!

Whether it was a hallucination or not, at that moment, Prince Eugen felt as if he were seeing the unprecedented ruler in the history of Letania—the Witch King.

Prince Eugen had never met the Witch King, but at this moment, he was absolutely certain that if the Witch King was truly as powerful as the legends said, then the man before him was someone who could stand shoulder to shoulder with the Witch King.

How terrifying, how powerful, how...enviable.

Power may be stripped away, money may be plundered, but this combined power is itself a symbol of power and status.

Even without an army or a country, simply standing there is enough to intimidate all sides.

At this moment, the Twin Queens were not in much better condition either. Although they were the strongest people present and had joined forces to kill the Witch King and overthrow the era of terror, at this moment, they felt a power from Liu Jiuli that was no less than that of the Witch King. What was even more terrifying was that the opponent had obviously not used his full strength and had only applied a little bit of pressure.

Liu Jiuli took out the invitation and placed it in front of the two empresses, saying politely, "Liu Jiuli, the leader of the People's Republic of China, has accepted the invitation. I am not late, am I?"

Bullshit! He was a full hour late, but now who dares to say he was late?

Forget about daring or not, the pressure is so great that it makes it impossible to even open one's mouth.

The White Queen stood defiantly before Liu Jiuli, putting on an indifferent expression, and said in Yan language, "We originally invited you, but now you, our guest, are acting more like the host."

Liu Jiuli sat down with a smile, clasped his hands in front of his chest, leaned back in his chair, and said in a very relaxed manner, "There's no other way. I'm a person who hates trouble, especially recently. The country has been newly established, and there are many things to deal with. I'm so busy every day that I have to get things done quickly."

When Liu Jiuli uttered the words "quick victory," those present who could understand Yan language were nearly scared to death.

Oh no, this is a decapitation strike! Queen, why did you invite such an amazing person?

The White Queen's face instantly darkened: "Does Your Excellency mean that all of us together cannot defeat you alone?"

Liu Jiuli was taken aback, then burst into laughter, clapping his hands as he laughed: "Oh dear, oh dear, you've all misunderstood! How could I possibly beat so many of you? I'm just one person, and there are so many of you. How could I dare? You're overthinking it."

The White Queen, however, dared not relax for a moment and asked warily, "What exactly do you want to do?"

Liu Jiuli pursed his lips, then took out a photo. The photo showed a little girl dressed in tattered clothes, her expression one of great pain, and judging from her dilated pupils, her life was hanging by a thread.