Chapter 424 All kinds of monsters are coming
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"The Palace's Order! Fight for Honor and Land!"
Ms. Irene Campbell will lead 50,000 "Northern Rescue Army" to support the Dusk Province!
Yesterday, Grand Duke Edward Campbell issued an emergency mobilization order, announcing the establishment of a 50,000-man force called the Northern Rescue Army, aimed at marching to the Dusk Province, a royal direct territory currently in dire straits, to bring Campbell's order and glory to our neighbors who are sinking in nightmares!
As we all know, the tragic situation in Twilight Province is no longer a secret!
The continuous famine gave rise to the fire of rebellion. The rebels, bewitched by hell, burned villages and looted food. They raged across the land like a plague, leaving a large number of people in the Kingdom of Ryan displaced!
However, the Ryan nobles who were supposed to protect the country and the people abandoned their sacred feudal obligations, either fleeing or hiding in their castles to protect themselves, leaving their people to die in despair!
"How can we just sit back and watch our neighbor's house catch fire?"
His Majesty the Grand Duke declared in his oral message, "We and the people of Twilight Province are all citizens of the kingdom. Campbell's prosperity cannot be built on the suffering of our compatriots!"
As early as two years ago, a large number of refugees poured into our city like a tide across the valley plains. Although we generously accepted them, using a teacup to collect water to put out a burning carriage is not a solution after all!
For the sake of our kingdom, and for our own sakes! We must send out our brave army to put an end to this trouble once and for all!
For this expedition, His Majesty the Grand Duke has appointed Ms. Irene Campbell, who is deeply loved by the people, as the supreme commander of the Northern Rescue Army!
Her mercy will be like a warm wind blowing to the bitter cold land, like the sun shining on the sinking land, bringing comfort to the suffering, and using the sword in her hand to send the rebellious to the gallows of judgment!
It is worth mentioning that the core of this mobilization is not only to fulfill our obligations to the Kingdom, but also to provide every Campbellian with a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!
The Grand Duke's oral decree clearly pointed out that the chaos in the Dusk Province was caused by the dereliction of duty of the nobles in the province. They were no longer worthy of being vassals of King Theoden, and Baron Elaric, the provincial governor appointed by the king, also thought so!
According to the request of the provincial governor, all lands liberated by Campbell's reinforcements will be governed by the Duchy of Campbell in the name of trusteeship!
Our respected Grand Duke hereby promises that anyone who has made meritorious contributions in suppressing the rebellion, regardless of their status and class, will have the opportunity to be awarded medals by His Majesty the Grand Duke, and thereby obtain a piece of land of their own in the Twilight Province!
What a generous decision, a brand new era is beckoning us!
Hardworking farmers will have the opportunity to become manor owners with their own farms, and brave citizens will have the opportunity to become knights who expand their territory! The moment to change our destiny is here!
Go, Campbell's people!
Your sweat and courage will be transformed into wealth and glory that your descendants can inherit in this glorious march!
Use the fire and sword in your hands to win a new future for yourselves and for our principality!
Glory will eventually belong to us!
Victory too!!
——"Thunder City Daily"
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Just as Grand Duke Edward had expected, on the day when the newspaper in Thunder City published this bombshell news, the entire Thunder County and even the entire Duchy were in an uproar!
In the new city area outside Thunder City, among the low shanties lies the soup kitchen set up by Her Highness Irene Campbell.
A group of ragged people were waiting in line here to receive food rations for their family.
Although the industrial boom has created a large number of jobs, not everyone can find a suitable job.
It's the same as bread.
When there is more bread on the market, bread will become cheaper. And when there are more people, people will naturally become cheaper.
However, people are different from bread after all.
Bread has no aspirations, no worries about tomorrow; if it can't be sold, it will at most rot. However, humans live for tomorrow, and even if their current lives are hopeless, they still have to find a way forward for tomorrow.
Unemployed refugees have become accustomed to waiting near soup kitchens to see if there are any factories or docks that need casual workers, so that they can earn a few copper coins to buy clothes for their children or have a few drinks in a pub.
But today is different.
Instead of waiting for a guy looking for temporary workers, everyone got a big job that cheered them up.
I saw a young man wearing a felt hat nailing newspapers to the wooden stake next to the soup kitchen.
A group of people gathered around, and after some effort they managed to find a half-literate fellow who read the contents of the newspaper in unison.
"Grand Duke Campbell has decided to mobilize 50,000 conscripted soldiers to aid the Twilight Province..."
"No matter if you're a noble or a commoner, everyone has the opportunity to obtain a piece of land of their own?! Wait, am I reading this correctly? Is His Majesty the Grand Duke serious?!"
"It's unmistakable. It has the royal seal on it! I recognize it; it's also on Her Highness Irene's banner!"
“…Oh, by the grace of Saint Sith, praise His Majesty the Grand Duke! Praise Irene!!”
Excited voices rose and fell among the crowd, and joy was on almost every face. For the first time, the light of hope ignited in pupils that had been dimmed by hard work.
land!
This word is like an addictive magic potion, catching everyone's attention and heartbeat!
Especially for those serfs who lost their land, they were so eager to own a piece of land of their own!
That would mean they no longer had to go hungry, no longer had to drink that watery porridge, and no longer had to endure a boss as mean and stingy as Horace...
And most importantly, they no longer have to helplessly watch their wives and children’s faces becoming thinner and thinner!
As for fighting...
That's nothing to be afraid of.
The Campbells are a nation sitting on a powder keg. They have been fighting the devil since they opened their eyes, sometimes in the fields, sometimes in the maze.
Especially those serfs who once served the lords, once the bell rang they became soldiers, and everyone could use a musket!
They have even fought against demons, so they naturally won’t be afraid of fighting another group of farmers!
On the contrary, those refugees who fled from the Twilight Province still had a trace of cowardice on their eager faces.
Firstly, they had seen the horror of the Green Forest Army, and secondly, they had complicated feelings about going back to fight with their fellow villagers.
An honest man couldn't help swallowing and whispered softly.
"But... war can kill people."
As soon as he finished speaking, he was drowned out by the laughter that came one after another.
"Haha! Man! Isn't this bullshit!"
A middle-aged man who hadn't shaved for a long time patted his shoulder vigorously and joked with a grin.
"Don't even mention the deaths from fighting. You could even choke to death while drinking water! If you're scared, go home and find your mother!"
Listening to the booing laughter, the honest man blushed and stammered for a long time before he could utter a word.
"I'm not afraid of death! But I still have two sons and a daughter... What will happen to them if I die?"
The middle-aged man grinned, his eyes fixed on the newspaper nailed to the wooden stake again, and said with a sharp gaze.
"The merciful Grand Duke has already thought about this for you. All soldiers who died in battle will receive a pension, paid by the royal family. It's enough for your three children to live a good life for several years!"
Praise the Grand Duke Campbell!
If the land reward only made him tempted, then the pension was what really made him make up his mind!
If he could use the two ounces of flesh on his body to buy a bright future for the children, so that they could have money to go to school and study, and one day walk out of this shabby slum... let alone dying once, even if he had to be pulled up by the necromancer to die again after death, he would give it all!
His words resonated with many people, and the last bit of fear was extinguished in the waves of noise.
"That's right, man!"
"Death is a matter of a moment, poverty is a lifelong thing!"
"And I read in the newspaper that all soldiers who died in battle receive a pension, and the land acquired through military merit can also be inherited by their children!"
"Damn it, I did it!"
"Count me in!"
"For Campbell! For the Kingdom!"
This was the first time that the poor people waiting in line for alms actually left their queue before the big pot of porridge boiled.
They rushed to the recruitment point with great enthusiasm, fearing that they would be too late and the 50,000 places would be taken up.
But when they arrived, they found that the people queuing up were not just people who had nothing like them, but also adventurers carrying greatswords, sailors drifting on the sea, citizens wearing collared shirts, and even knights and nobles who brought their own armor and horses.
The last time they were united like this was when Demon Lord Dragun threatened to destroy Thunder City.
"Saint Sith is above..."
Seeing the Campbell people lining up in a long queue to save their brothers and sisters in Twilight Province, the ascetic monks passing by could not help but shed tears of emotion and offered devout prayers for them.
May God bless these pious people!
If Saint Sis were watching them, he might be moved by their unity.
The hardworking and brave Campbell people have never been more loyal than they are today...
It was not only the passing ascetics who found the bustling scene incredible, but also the players who happened to be strolling around the outskirts of Thunder City and exploring the map.
Since the launch of the "artificial human" character, the development team of "Disaster OL" has carried out several rounds of optimization on the game content. Now the players who "grow" from Grey Wind are no different from real people. Therefore, there have always been many "pseudo-humans" in Thunder County.
As the Demon Lord's loyal spies, they have always played the role of scouts, tirelessly posting the latest developments in Thunder City to the official website forum to attract people's attention.
In order to transfer content more conveniently, they even taught themselves the in-game Austronesian language!
It can be said that it is quite serious!
Unfortunately, it's useless.
Likes are not that easy to deceive.
As the map of "Cataclysm OL" becomes larger and larger, the recent waves of updates are getting further and further away from Thunder City, and now there are not many players left in the original "Novice Village".
Especially those T0 and T1 players who have already developed, either went to the larger Janna continent to play, or went to explore the "new continent" that is said to be connected to the entrance to hell.
The former has lizardmen who do not discriminate against the undead, and the latter has a vast enough land to explore freely.
It is precisely for this reason that Thunder City, the former novice village, seems to have become a thing of the past and faded out of the players' sight. The players who stayed in Thunder City seem to have become lonely old people.
However, the situation today seemed a little different. It was the first time that [One Punch, One Crying Monster] saw the citizens of Thunder City, who were crazy about stock speculation, participating in the war so enthusiastically.
"War mobilization? Damn, what do they want to do? Are they going to fight the devil?" Looking at the long queue of people, [One Punch A Crying Monster] couldn't help but rub his hands excitedly.
Hurry up!
His sword is already thirsty!
[Master Wang, the hair perm master at the entrance of the village] walked to the notice board at the edge of the square, stared at the notice posted there, touched his chin, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.
"Grand Duke Campbell has decided to send troops to support the Dusk Province... Oh my goodness, is this a new event?"
When they heard about the new event, the players gathered in front of the notice board became excited.
After a lot of effort and with everyone talking at once, they finally found a translator and understood all the contents on the notice board.
It didn't matter that they understood it, everyone couldn't help but shout "Oh shit".
"Damn! The mission reward... knighthood and land!?"
"Holy crap! There's a pension for death in action?! Is there such a good thing?"
Fighting the devil isn't this fun!
As we all know, loyalty to the Demon Lord comes at a price. Unless it is a special in-game event, if you die, not only will your contribution points be deducted, but you will also have to pay!
Although the money deducted was ghost money, it was also earned by their hard work in completing the mission!
Seeing such generous rewards, the onlookers couldn't help but show excited expressions.
[One punch to kill one crying monster] He swallowed his saliva and said eagerly.
"How about we try it out as well?"
This statement immediately resonated with countless players, as they hadn't caused any trouble for a long time!
Don’t miss this opportunity!
“Good idea!”
"Just give it a try! From today on, I'm a Campbell man!"
"Ohhh! For the Grand Duke! For Her Royal Highness the Princess!"
"Damn it, you bunch of traitors! Do you still remember that you are the Demon Lord's lackeys? Wait, count me in!"
Everyone hit it off immediately and happily squeezed into the registration line.
Since there was no such thing as identity verification in the Principality of Campbell, the non-commissioned officer in charge of conscription did not carefully confirm their identities and actually let them walk to the registration desk.
The conscription officer in charge of registration was so busy that he didn't even raise his eyelids. When he saw someone coming, he asked.
"Name! Specialties!"
"ID... cough! Crying Monster!" [One Punch, One Crying Monster] patted his chest and said in the halting Imperial language, "Specialty, my specialty!"
The recruiting officer, who was writing on the form, almost broke his quill.
What is a person’s specialty?
He raised his head in annoyance, wanting to see which blind guy was causing trouble, but saw a 1.8-meter-tall strong man staring at him with sharp eyes.
Compared with the group of malnourished peasants around him, this guy is really a standout.
Strong, powerful, and really tall!
This is a good seedling for filling the line!
In Campbell's army, there was a special type of soldier called the grenadiers, and they needed exactly this kind of tall and strong young man.
They will advance under the hail of bullets from friendly and enemy forces, and when they are within 60 steps, they will smash the earthenware jars filled with black powder into the enemy's phalanx!
The recruiting officer's eyes lit up as if they were glowing, as if he had found a treasure. No wonder he didn't answer his questions honestly. He wrote his name on the form with a smile on his face.
"That's weird... isn't it? What a strange name! Are you really from Campbell?"
"I, I, I..." [punches a crying monster] couldn't help stuttering. He was not proficient in the common language. He had memorized the previous sentence in advance, but he couldn't even understand this sentence, so he naturally didn't know how to answer.
Just when he was about to sweat from anxiety, the recruiting officer seemed to be even more anxious than him. As if afraid that he would change his mind, he grabbed his hand and pressed his fingerprint on the registration book.
"It doesn't matter, buddy. No matter where you came from before, no matter if you can read or not, no matter if you stutter or not, no matter if your brain is not working well or not - from today on, you are a Campbell! Congratulations, soldier! Take your military badge and clothes and report!"
The recruiting officer stood up, shook his right hand, and patted his sturdy shoulder vigorously.
Um?
Why does it feel a bit soft?
Never mind, it’s no big deal!
[One punch to kill a crying monster] He gave the recruiting officer a simple smile, then took the military badge and uniform handed to him by the soldier next to him and went to report to the nearby assembly point.
Behind him, the conscription officer began to recruit another man, shouting at the top of his voice.
"Next!"
“Me, me, me!”
"Name! Te--"
"ID 'Professional Nuclear Submarine Repairer'! I'm the main carry, specializing in soloing the Wild Boar Forest. I've never failed! I can also play tank, and I have my own supplemental care..."
"Uh... uh uh, your name is... uh, Dragonfly, right? Very good, Private Dragonfly, from now on you are also a Campbell."
“…”
"Copy! Copy! Ohhhhhh!"
"Fubo, huh? By the grace of Saint Sith... finally someone who can speak human language has arrived!"
The conscription lines are getting longer and longer.
And the most incredible thing is that the quality of this batch of conscripts is unexpectedly high. Not only are they strong, many of them are actually extraordinary people with bronze-level strength!
At first, the recruiting officer was a little confused. If these people were so awesome, why didn’t they become adventurers?
But soon, when a burly man shouted "land", his doubts were immediately relieved.
Even disabled people with mental problems dream of having a piece of land of their own.
Watching the troops heading to the new recruits' camp, he was moved and silently prayed for the Principality of Campbell in his heart.
Saint Sith, please do not blame your people for being selfish. I beg you to allow these less intelligent creatures to remain in Twilight Province forever, and become fertilizer on the battlefield.
He really couldn't imagine that these guys who couldn't even speak clearly could achieve great feats on the battlefield, or even become knights or even barons one day.
If something like that really happened, he wasn't sure if he would despair...
(End of this chapter)
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