Forty-three, the declining country, the sad people

Forty-three, the declining country, the sad people

After the first batch of advance teams easily suppressed the entire island, General Fili Taylor, who was full of cute elements, rode a flying broom to patrol the new territory that had just occupied, surrounded by a group of gorgeous cute officers.

In fact, this was also the first time he had truly set foot on the land of the Xianglong Empire and had seen the style of this country with his own eyes.

In general, the first impression these two small fishing villages left on Feili was extreme poverty, dilapidation and numbness.

The two villages were built in a mess on the gentle coastal hillside. The small valleys and terraces around them were reclaimed into rice fields and vegetable fields according to the distance from the streams and springs. On the beach below, there were seaweed, kelp and dried fish.

Although these fishermen are so diligent in developing various industries, farming and fishing, they are so poor that they can't afford to build wooden houses. They can only live in mud-walled and thatched-topped grass mud houses, both leaking air and rain. In order to prevent the roof from being blown away by strong winds, they have to press a lot of stones on the thatch. Moreover, the house is also humid mud, and if you sleep in such a place for a long time, you will suffer from skin moss and rheumatism.

Overall, these two fishing villages are crowded like concentration camps, but they are even more sanitary. The dirty roads are purely trampled out, full of garbage, and the stream, which serves as a source of drinking water, flows directly through the village. Adults and children often urinate and defecate into the water as if nothing had happened. The villagers' houses are also filthy, and the family often only has two or three decent clothes, which can only be worn by men who come out to farm and fish, while women and children can only hide in the house with their butts bare, looking at the foreign visitors outside through the cracks in the door.

Even the young and strong men walking on the ridges and beaches, busy cutting rice and packing fishing nets, looked very sloppy - everyone's clothes were ragged, and the patches were patched, like old rags covered with net holes. An ugly pigtail braid was scattered on their heads, and they were covered with annoying lice and fleas.

In the village, men, women, young and old, all have thin faces and gray faces, showing serious malnutrition symptoms, and are covered with many pustules and scars. Although their hands and feet are thick and their muscles are strong due to their long-term physical work, this kind of strength is actually an illusion - years of heavy labor have indeed forced them to have developed muscles. However, in the case of insufficient nutrition and harsh living environment, excessive physical exertion like this is actually overdrawing their lives.

Therefore, their arms veins bulge, their skin is dull, lacks luster, and looks very dry. They don’t feel anything when they are young, but once they are thirty years old, they will start to "pay debts" for the past years - these people often start to bend over and hunch their backs in their thirties and forties, weak and sickly, troubled by chronic diseases such as rheumatism and arthritis. If they live to die over fifty, they are considered to be dead. When they are over sixty, they are fully qualified to be called old birthday stars!

Even the only landlords and old treasures in the village lived in tiled houses at most, with a slightly rosy face and patches and holes on their clothes. The women in their family also had plain faces and could not afford any cosmetics.

Therefore, when Feili, the group of "Cute Officers" with dazzling golden uniforms and perfume sprayed on her face, walked through the dilapidated village with their heads held high, they received countless awe and envious eyes, which were considered by the villagers as if an angel descended to earth.

According to the information I found out after logging in, it was precisely because this place was so barren and dilapidated that it was absolutely impossible to squeeze out any oil and water. So a senior brother of the Demon Sect, Feng Xian, came ashore today and walked around it. He left a few paper-paste apricot and yellow Bagua flags and hurriedly left, just by staggering the arrival of the Xiangrui Number... Otherwise, he would have contacted these very strange enemies.

——What General Feili Taylor didn’t know at this time was that the real person Feng Xian did not actually run far away, but was unfortunately overturned by his Xiangrui on the way and boarded the boat. Now he has become a half-person person, and the other half can only find it in the shark’s belly...

After inspecting the dilapidated villages and poor residents and throwing a few candies to the bare-ass kids, Feili had no intention of staying for a long time, intending to leave this village that smelled like a mud or a pit, and went to the hills by the sea to see what was going on with cannons that were left by the yamen runners of the inspection department.

However, at this moment, he suddenly saw the bandage-wrapped Prime Minister Wen Desiwen, who was wrapped in bandages, and led a large group of revolutionaries of different factions, and hurriedly landed on several small boats, then went straight to the front of the ancestral hall in the village, erected a small flagpole of two people as high as one's height, and raised a revolutionary army flag with a blue background and white stars.

At the same time, these revolutionaries smashed doors and urged them to find ways to gather nearly two hundred people, and they were covered in rags and covered in gravel and covered in sanctuary fields in front of the ancestral hall, forcing them to listen to Prime Minister Wen’s important speech to be delivered.

Seeing this situation, Feili couldn't help but feel a little interested, so she stopped and stood outside the ancestral hall, wanting to hear what the revolutionary leader wanted to speak.

However, he almost slipped his soles and fell down on the spot after hearing the first sentence Wen Desi preached.

"...Now, I announce that the Xianglong Democratic Republic ~ the Southeast Revolutionary Politics is established today!!!"

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"...Now, I announce that the Xianglong Democratic Republic ~ the Southeast Revolutionary Politics is established today!!!"

Standing in front of the ancestral hall in the village, on a simple altar where the offerings of incense and candles were originally placed. Wen Desi held a speech that was rushed out and spitted out in great interest at the numb-looking Shengsi fishermen below:

"... Here, as the interim prime minister of the Southeast Revolutionary Policy, I solemnly announce to all patriotic people that this is just a small step for us, but a big step for the revolutionary cause to victory! The great banner of our revolutionaries, after experiencing setbacks and hardships during this period, has finally once again embarked on the beautiful land of the motherland... This marks that the revolutionary cause has once again come out of the trough and is about to reach a new peak..."

Every time Wen Desi said something on the stage, the party members below would applaud and cheer in great cooperation, which made the atmosphere extremely warm. But in General Feri Taylor's inner feeling, it felt as if he had eaten a fly.

"...Hey, hey, is this guy shameless? Did he fight the Shengsi Islands? He clearly didn't give any strength! And he didn't ask me in advance, so he established a Southeast Revolutionary Political Department and proclaimed himself the Prime Minister! Such a ridiculous approach that is completely self-centered, so how can he keep working together in the future?"

He couldn't help but look at Admiral Li Huamei beside him with a ugly face, and complained very unhappily, "... Besides, even if I am willing to acquiesce to this, you have just laid a nail on the Shengsi Islands. You may not even have a thousand people under your jurisdiction, so you must establish a government... This is really exaggerating. Even the names of ten thousand stones on the Japanese Islands, the size of your territory and population will not be so tragic!"

Admiral Li Huamei's face was red, black and white for a moment, as if she had opened a dyeing workshop, so embarrassed that she could not be more embarrassed.

"......You just think that he is a childlike heart and is playing the king game of a child playing house. You can't think of it at all..."

She forced her lips to pull the corners of her mouth, pressed her forehead, and smiled and tried to explain, "...Look, no one is listening to his speech."

Hearing this explanation, Feili frowned and looked at it carefully. Sure enough, she found that except for the few trusted party members brought by Premier Wen Desi, who were still jumping up and down there and cheering, the other local fishermen who were driven to listen to the speech were just staring at Wen Desi on the altar. They neither spoke nor moved, and they didn't even turn their eyes. There was no psychological fluctuation in their eyes, only a numbness and hollowness.

Although Premier Wen Desi Wen's speeches are really good, and the importance of the series of advanced concepts of universal values, democracy, freedom and fraternity, is full of emotion and emotion, but the audiences in the audience are still lacking interest in this and yawning. If it weren't for the forced end of a few revolutionaries with guns, they would have gone back to their own houses and looked for their own mothers.

"...Admiral Taylor, you see it! This is our revolutionary party! A revolutionary party that has no power to mobilize the masses!"

Admiral Li Huamei suddenly sighed, and in a tone of whether it was sarcastic or self-deprecating, he whispered to Feili in a rather resentful tone, "...The only ability of most revolutionary leaders at present is to talk, and their only goal is to compete for their own interests! On the surface, they boast about themselves as saints who save the country and the people, but in fact they are just a group of self-interested speculators who have no behavior.

They always boast about democratic republics, morality and justice, and demand that the people of the world come up to help, but they never thought about bringing any benefits to the people, and they even hardly spoke for the interests of the people at the bottom of society! In the final analysis, it is because these guys are just doing revolutions for themselves, and have no intention of seeking benefits for the people. They just want to replace the Tartar court and continue to exploit poor people... This is even worse than the Demon Cult! At least the genius of the Demon Cult can drink talisman water to cure diseases and exorcise evil spirits for believers, but what will these "revolutionaries" do for the suffering people? They spit in the enclave and talk about the advanced principles of the Democratic Republic?"

"...It is precisely because of this that people in this country naturally have the greatest indifference to the so-called "revolution" of this group of speculators, and always adhere to a numb, cold and disdainful attitude..."

After Fili lowered his head and thought for a moment, he continued the topic with Admiral Li Huamei's words, "...I want to take a new way to engage in people's war, but I can't mobilize the masses at all; I want to take the old way to play warlords and fight for hegemony, but I don't have enough territory and money... From this point of view, the prospects for your country's revolution are really worrying! Not to mention such an old qualified leader who is eager for quick success and instant benefits..."
Chapter completed!