For the rulers of the empire, the exploited, harmed and humiliated lower classes are the source of their dignity, wealth, power, the ruling class, the centripetal force and so on. Just as Mr. Voss said, they cannot give up the foundation of this ruling structure, so they are sober. Sooner or later, the rulers of China will discover a historical law, or a physical law related to springs. The resentment and desire for a better life of the untouchables who occupy a large base of the population will inevitably develop into fierce resistance.
Since it is an inviolable historical law, then we have to accept and find a way to control this fluctuation within a certain range, so as to release the energy accumulated after the spring is compressed, without making the release process too violent, Shatter the pair of golden hands that press the spring directly.
Resistance and repression are always bloody and cruel. The imperial family does not want to see flowers of black blood blooming in the vast territory. Unorganized resistance does not seem to be very powerful, but it is placed among countless galaxies. In the middle of the war, the army and officials will be overwhelmed and exhausted, and the imperial family seems to need these pariah soldiers who dare to charge the battleship with crude weapons to wear down the strength of the proud and unobedient remote nobles...
As a result, a mature and powerful resistance organization became not only the need for the ultimate victory of the struggle against the pariahs, but also the need for the imperial family to maintain their own rule.
From many years ago, the owner of the Tianjing Star Palace and his powerful iron-blooded army began to let some respected rebel leaders, especially moderate leaders, grow up freely in the country, silently watching and even secretly helping them organize disciplined sex group.
While the nobles of those remote galaxies trembled before the insurgents, the royal troops sent by His Majesty the Emperor descended from the sky like saviours to save them from peril.
When the ranks of the insurgents grew stronger and stronger, His Majesty the Emperor ruthlessly used the most iron-blooded generals and soldiers to slaughter the entire city and pile up hundreds of thousands of heads to suppress this momentum.
When the insurgents fell into a low ebb, His Majesty the Emperor gently declared benevolent government, scolded the aristocrats from all over the country for their illegal actions, killed a few thin chickens, and wrapped the holy brilliance to win over the hearts of the pariahs. Soldiers, naturally became sheep to deceive His Majesty.
When the resistance organization is forced to enter the city and gradually expand its influence at the bottom of the society, it truly threatens the rule of the royal family, or the owner of the palace is unwilling to feed the resistance organization and wants to replace a group of less threatening and incompetent opponents, then He would raise the butcher's knife again.
I don’t know who made such a policy that seems whimsical and difficult to implement, but in fact it is extremely sinister and shameless. During the more than seven hundred years of the White Hibiscus Dynasty, countless resistance organizations were born, grew, and then destroyed with the trend of history. The self-consciously most staunch protesters turned to ashes in this boring and tragic repetition process, all the difference was just the name of the resistance organization.
This process is like a greedy farmer who has planted thousands of acres of fields, but facing the wild grass like a prairie fire, he has no way to hoe all the weeds in the fields, so he would rather have a thoughtful and wise one in the weeds. The alien with a precise purpose attracts and leads the weeds in the rest of the fields to concentrate all their strength, and grow thickly until they surround the farmer's own home.
Until then, a lawnmower or a fire will suffice.
In the long history, there will always be many surprises. For the rulers of the Baijin Dynasty, this big purpose drawn up since the beginning of the dynasty has been out of control many times, and the angry and powerful resistance organization has several times. Nearly succeeded in overthrowing the rotten empire, but the successive masters of the palace still adhere to this policy to this day.
The latest harvest is a relatively long process. It probably started when the previous emperor was assassinated by Li Pif, and the new emperor succeeded to the throne. After that, King Caton wielded a butcher knife and ran rampant in the universe, and then it happened recently in the poor. District stories.
Thousands of imperial soldiers and secret police rushed into the ninth district on the southwestern edge of the capital. Those dilapidated buildings that no nobles usually paid attention to have become the focus of all attention in the past few days.
The ruthless crackdown, based on the intelligence agency's more than ten years of suppression and collection, is particularly accurate and terrifying. More than 600 members of the resistance organization disguised as people from all walks of life were thrown into the gloomy secret prison, and they must be greeted by death. Many more people were also arrested and shot. As for those casinos and factories that were used as secret strongholds by underground resistance organizations, they were even more tragically pushed into ruins by engineering mechas.
Standing upstairs, Xu Le watched the smoke rising from time to time in the distance, and the cries of civilians injured by stray bullets. His brows were furrowed, and he forgot to take a puff of the cigarette between his right index finger and middle finger for a long time. , the soft and neat soot trembled gently and could fall at any time.
Contrary to the judgment of the Imperial Military Department and the Intelligence Agency, the group of people who escaped from the repair shop did not leave the capital immediately and scattered into the dense forests and mountains in the south, but continued to stay in the slums. In these days, Xu Le and the resistance fighters changed eleven hiding places in a row, and finally found such a rare opportunity to rest.
The slums in the capital city are too big, and there are too many people of all kinds in it. No matter how pervasive the empire’s scavenging and harvesting operations are, it is impossible to clean up this endless dilapidated block, because His Majesty the Emperor cannot let the soldiers take a hundred Thousands of people will be killed.
No matter how cheap the human life is, once it reaches a million, there will always be some weight, not to mention that in the imperial capital, just like a field that has been burned to black coal, God will mercifully leave a few potholes and a few lucky grains. grass seeds.
In an excellent hiding place, Xu Le watched the tragedies in front of him in silence. After watching for dozens of minutes, Xu Le's eyes were a little numb, he frowned and shook his head, then lowered his head and looked at the cigarettes that were about to burn to his fingers, silent. Do not speak.
Seeing that the half-sleeve dwellings that the poor spent countless long and humiliating lives to obtain collapsed, seeing that the poor few belongings in those dwellings were crushed to pieces by the mecha tracks, seeing that the members of the resistance organization or innocent involvement were escorted in a row on the street. Many people were taken away like livestock, and many people were taken directly to the streets to be shot, with blood flowing like water...
No one was in a better mood, even though he was a federal officer.
Rationally, he should immediately start to consider how much power the resistance organization can have left after this round of suppression, how much action is left in other galaxies, especially the border galaxies, how much benefit it can bring to the federal troops, and the cooperation Is there any need to continue, but the scene in front of him really made him unable to think about these things.
Especially the courtyard by the small pond, which was cleaner and fresher than the surrounding buildings, made him very worried.
He has lived in that warm yard for more than half a year. What will happen to Aunt Susan and Paul naturally makes him uneasy. Fortunately, the yard has been eerily quiet these days, so that he can be a little bit uneasy. Take it easy.
"Get ready to go." Qi Dabing stuck his head out in the wing and said with a tired look on his face.
Xu Le nodded, took a last look at the small courtyard, carefully crushed the cigarettes on the railings, quickly checked the weapons on his body, and turned to leave.
He once promised to tell auntie when she left, but now it seems that this has become an extravagant hope.
Huai Cao Shi will also leave.
The battle on the front line is very fierce. She should have set off on a warship to support her more than ten days ago. Now hundreds of new wolf-tooth mechas are already on the way to the stars, and as the highest commander and the strongest combat power She was still forced to stay on Tianjingxing.
The strong desire to destroy the underground resistance organization and kill Xu Le could not make her stay indefinitely. Before she set off, to the surprise of all the subordinate officers, she did not enter the palace to say goodbye to His Majesty, but in more than ten vehicles. Under the guard of A, he came to the chaotic slum, and came to a quiet courtyard.
Aunt Susan looked pale at the imperial soldiers who were full of guns and stern expressions. She didn't dare to speak as loudly as usual, but nervously grabbed her son's hand and pulled him behind her.
In these days, she, who is cheerful and even a bit arrogant, has become a little nervous from the screams and gunshots outside the hospital. She doesn't know why the cold-blooded soldiers who have been killed these days rushed into her small courtyard, vaguely thinking. Could it be that these soldiers came to find that poor black-haired nobleman? Thinking of this, the hand that held his son tightly became extremely cold and began to tremble.
A young imperial officer with an air of indifference walked in under the escort of many people. He looked up at this ordinary courtyard, frowned slightly, took off his military cap and rubbed his slightly curly black hair.
Aunt Susan took a few deep breaths, and bravely took her son's hand to the front of the imperial officer. She squatted half-squatted with standard commoners to meet nobles, and said, "It's a great honor..."
An officer reminded in a low voice: "This is Her Royal Highness."
Hearing this name, Aunt Susan and Paul, who had been staring at the soldiers angrily, froze at the same time, froze in place for a long time, unable to recover.
When they were about to kneel in a panic, Huaicao Shi narrowed his eyes and waved his fingers, stopping their movements, and said calmly, "No need."
In the next ten minutes, accompanied by Aunt Susan Wang Ran, His Royal Highness visited the small courtyard and took a look at the audio-visual equipments that were famous on the black market with great interest. During the whole process, she did not ask any questions. A word about Xu Le.
Before leaving, Huai Cao Shi took out an old diary from the pocket of his military uniform, was silent for a moment, looked at the stiff Aunt Susan and asked, "Do you have a brother who participated in the expedition, his name is Arthur? "