Duke of Grief

In the city of Lord Nuover, a blonde businessman walked to the center of the square with a big smile, jumped to the top of the fountain statue, raised his hands, and shouted to his followers:

"I am a thousand, I am a million!"

An adventurer suddenly ran to the high platform north of the market at the southern commercial transit station'Moorfield' in Moore Commercial Federation. He picked up dirty blond hair, waved his hands, and faced the public auctions sitting under the high platform. The audience shouted excitedly:

"I am a thousand, I am a million!"

In Yinchao Port, another minstrel fiddled with the strings, picked up the hanging golden hair, raised his head and smiled slightly, and sang softly to the audience who were blind.

"I am a thousand, I am a million!"

In Gordon, on the open road to the prison, the minstrel raised his hands restrained by handcuffs. With a "gal" sound, his shoulder joint was dislocated and his arms were raised to the sky.

"I am-- [Vientiane]!"

The officer's head suddenly fell, his eyes darkened, and when he opened his eyes again, the one standing there disappeared.

Wait, who is standing there?

The officer blinked and then shook his head hard.

Wait, why are there so many shells on the ground? What did they just do?

The dizzy head seemed to be malfunctioning suddenly. It was just there...no, what are they doing here? Why are they here?

The officer frowned, wringing his brain to find out what happened before, and wondering why there were so many shells on the ground and why they came here with so many rifles...

"Close the team!" The officer suddenly shouted and stood up from the ground.

The soldiers subconsciously took out insurance and gathered around the officer, as if they could not see the shells and magazines falling on the ground, and followed the officer away from the scene.

On the way back to the barracks, the officer's muddled head seemed to recall some things, but soon these things were erased, and this state continued until he returned to the barracks.

Looking at the soldiers in the barracks, he suddenly remembered the power he had in his hands-from the Principality of the Winds of Sorrow, which should be regarded as the most advanced firearm in the world.

There is no need for extraordinary power, and even the extraordinary are not enough to see in front of these rifles. If you can’t hide them, then the extraordinary are just a group of targets!

Thinking of this, the officer was a little dry, because he knew where the firearms were stored, and they were going to return the rifle...

Perhaps, perhaps the maidservant maid of the Principality of Sorrowful Wind intended to give ‘power’ to these mortals so that they could overthrow the evil and greedy nobles?

A sense of justice from nowhere filled the officer’s chest, and he walked on the way to the armory, his feet swaying.

But, if he alone can accomplish that kind of thing? Can the evil rule of nobles be overthrown?

A pot of cold water suddenly splashed from the beginning, and the officer calmed down.

"Taxes are too high. If it is not a soldier who can cut taxes, a fool will come to serve as a soldier..."

"That's it! When I returned home some time ago, I found that the children in the neighbor's house were starving to death..."

"Oh, I've seen one who was exhausted in the factory!"

"A lot of people have frozen to death in recent years..."

Hearing the whispers of the soldiers behind him, the officer stopped in disbelief and looked back.

It was found that the officer looked back, and the soldiers muttered and fell silent.

"You... what did you just say?" The officer glared and asked softly.

The soldiers look at me, I look at you, twitching a bit, only then one man mumbled with his head down: "Nothing..."

But he did hear it!

The officer suddenly felt that his throat was a little dry, so he swallowed, pondered for a moment, and suddenly took the revolver I inserted in the gun pocket and took a deep breath. "Otherwise, let's reverse it!"

Upon hearing this, the soldiers suddenly looked up and looked at their chief in surprise.

"We have guns, and it's the armory that's waiting to go..." The officer pondered again, and whispered, "There should be many people in our camp who think like us, and now we have rifles in our hands. As long as the barrage is dense, you don’t have to be afraid of the extraordinary."

Hearing these words, the soldiers were thrilled.

The Chief’s words kept echoing in his mind, and finally he settled into a sentence: “Reverse!”

They don't want to pay such heavy taxes anymore, nor do they want their children to starve to death like children in neighbors, let alone their families die in aristocratic factories...

So, reverse it!

"Reverse..."

"Reverse..."

"Reverse..."

The soldiers rubbed their shoulders on the broad road and repeated this sentence as they whispered.

This sentence is like a curse, and each repetition will make their will stronger.

The other soldiers in the barracks cast a strange look on this, but did not step forward to ask what was going on. It was not that no one was interested, but they did not want to find trouble.

Confusional thoughts interweave and reorganize in the officer's mind, and some emotions are sharply amplified, while the opposite emotions are rapidly reduced, but he himself did not realize these.

At this moment, there was a sudden clamor from the side. They turned around and found that there were only two people fighting. They looked down disappointedly.'Fighting' is just a commonplace for soldiers living in the barracks. Almost all soldiers in the entire army have fought.'No fight' means weakness in their eyes. In order to show their own toughness and want to be free from bullying by others, the only choice is to fight.

...However, today there seems to be more disputes between soldiers than usual!

"Luke, fuck!"

"Yes, yes, belly, beat him!"

"Kick his leg... yes, and ride on his back!"

Cheering and scolding almost lifted the entire barracks into the sky, watching the lively and unsuspecting onlookers laughing and laughing while pointing.

Even the goddess of luck is helping them!

The officers were so excited that the soldiers' attention was distracted by the fight. In this way, the number of people who paid attention to them became less. Is this not in their mind?

They next want to **** the armory and then...rebel!

The officer took this group of soldiers into the armory. After a while, a gunshot came out, but was immediately overwhelmed by other sounds. In the noisy barracks, only a few people noticed this unusual sound.

The officers and soldiers looked at the firearms and bullets in the wooden box with excitement. The rifles were of the same model, and the bullets were also enough for them to fight a small war.

The officer's face was bright and he couldn't help praying in a low voice: "Goddess bless..."

Then he is going to give a speech... to tell other soldiers that they want to rebel and let everyone follow them to overthrow the evil rule of the nobles!

"Hey, what are you doing?"

The soldier who noticed the gunshot came outside the door of the armory and looked at the people inside the armory in shock, involuntarily... asked subconsciously.

"We..." The officer turned back in amazement, hesitating.

To overthrow the evil rule of the nobles...

With a confused mind, he laughed, "Rebel!"

The soldier standing outside the door of the armory suddenly contracted, but soon, his face eased, a burst of joy poured out from the bottom of his heart, he couldn't help but opened his mouth, and he asked excitedly: "Nah, that Can you bring me one?"

The officer was taken aback and immediately frowned, "When, of course!"

Then ~www.NovelMTL.com~ He turned and smiled and waved to his subordinates, "Go! Drag all the boxes out, we have to rebel!"

The officer stepped out of the armory and stood in the barracks and declared loudly that he would'rebel'. All of a sudden, the entire barracks fell silent.

"Okay!" Suddenly, a soldier jumped from the ground and applauded ecstatically.

After hearing his applause, others could not help but applauded, shouting excitedly: "Okay! Rebellion is good, we must rebel!"

The officer just declared that he would rebel, but everyone else had the same thoughts at the same time.

There is no passionate speech, no **** declaration, all irrationality, all sense of violation seems to be wiped out, and there is only a fanatic emotion left in people's hearts-they want to rebel.

As for why they did it, what they should do, they didn't care...

They just want to'rebel'.

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