Start with the Soul Forge

Chapter 404 404. I don’t think the world should be like this
"I know that some of you joined the army because your families were burdened with financial difficulties, and some of you could not afford to go to school."

Mo Hao has a good memory, and with his powerful five senses, there are basically not many things the army can hide from him.

The soldiers' complaints in their spare time, their competition and encouragement with each other, and the officers' evaluations of their soldiers, all of these would enter his ears if he was willing.

But most of the time, Mo Hao subconsciously adjusted his perception and ignored those voices.

But if necessary, he can find fragments from his memory and piece them together to form a complete life resume of a soldier.

"Broad, you are good at arithmetic and your handwriting is also good. The reason you joined the army is that your family can't afford the cost of your further education."

Although it was a question, it was an affirmative statement. As long as Mo Hao was willing to put in the effort, he could piece together a relatively detailed resume for everyone present.

Brod, a maintenance worker, was surprised that the general knew a small soldier like him.

You know, even in the maintenance team, he is a nobody most of the time.

And now, as the commander of the entire army, the general actually knew his name and even his experience.

Suddenly, an inexplicable emotion was brewing in Broad's heart.

Mo Hao continued, his voice ringing in everyone's ears, "Broad, your grades were the best in the city at the time, and your score was enough to get into a university in the capital. The reason you couldn't go was because they artificially built a wall to block you out, wasn't it?"

"Livad, your physical training is a little poor, but I know you are very good at writing poetry."

"Bornara, you are very strong, but you often don't have enough to eat. In order not to burden your parents, you joined the army. You always do your best in every training session, and you work very hard, and you often train overtime."

"Edyard, your peers say you are stingy, but you save every penny you have and give it to your parents and your five brothers and sisters."

Mo Hao clicked on more than a dozen names in a row, and he was able to give some information about each name, either related to his family or training.

Gradually, the soldiers even began to believe that if the general continued talking, he could even tell everyone's name and family situation.

The General knows me!
The General is watching me!
"The powerful ones get in directly. For the powerless ones like you, you need high scores, and after high scores, there are high tuition fees to keep you out."

"Our parliament and our army are occupied by those people. They don't need a threshold. They use the merits earned by their subordinates' lives to add glory to their files. They don't even have a so-called ceiling."

"Everything is telling you that you are born lowly and should serve the noble ones and sacrifice your life for them."

"Those who are good at studying should give up their degrees to them. Those who are poor should be given priority in paying taxes. Those who work hard on the land should be given priority in handing over food to them even if they starve to death."

"It has nothing to do with ability. It's all just because they have a good background and a good father."

“So they will always be rich and powerful, always high and mighty, and they will always look at you with contempt.”

"Oh, I forgot, those people won't even look at you."

The sharp words irritated the soldiers, they should have been used to it, but for some reason, when they heard these words that seemed harmless in the past again, their anger was ignited.

It was originally a pool of stagnant water, and no flame, no matter how big, could ignite it.

But today, for some reason, the stagnant water had turned into gasoline, and the slightest spark would cause it to explode.

“I don’t think the world should be like this!”

What followed was a series of explosive questions.

“Why do you work so hard but can’t feed your family?!”

"Why can't you go to the best school even though you have the best grades?!"

"Why do you work so hard but don't get the rewards you deserve?!" "Because we have enemies!"

"They are in the parliament, they are in the palace, they exploit you, they laugh at you, they even think you are just a bunch of tools!"

Mo Hao placed his hands on the podium, leaning forward, and became very aggressive.

In the eyes of the soldiers below, the person on the podium at this moment was more like a roaring tiger or a dragon than a general.

His words were like a spell, taking root and sprouting in their hearts.

"Do we still want to do this?"

“No, we can change this.”

"Let the best schools be attended by the best students, and let everyone be able to work hard and get paid well to support their families."

"It's now, starting with the Empire."

"Some people asked me if this was a rebellion. I said, failure is rebellion, success is revolution!"

“Although the night of revolution is short, the glory will last for a long time, and I will never enjoy that glory alone!”

The soldiers raised their right hands in unison, raising them forty-five degrees.

"Long live victory!"

……

"General, I have to say your speech is still full of passion."

William knew that Mo Hao had given a speech in a beer hall before, but he had never seen it live. Now he finally understood why everyone said that the general's speech would make people obsessed and excited.

"Is morale still okay now?"

Mo Hao directly asked the most crucial question. Whether it was distributing money or giving speeches, the most fundamental reason was to keep the soldiers in high morale before the war was about to start.

"Trust me, General. Those guys look like they're ready to take down the city with their bare hands."

Judging from the smile on William's face, morale should not be a problem in the short term.

Mo Hao looked at the map and the three cities that were like iron walls. He asked, "William, do you think we can win?"

William's smile grew even wider. "General, the only way for the enemy in Brera to win is for you to send thirteen telegrams to call me back and have me executed."

"Otherwise, they will be stabbed through the heart by the blitzkrieg."

William is in charge of the armored division, which is fully equipped with metal slugs. Its power and firepower far exceed those of ordinary tanks.

Tanks that incorporate Steel Empire technology are, in a sense, at least three generations ahead of domestic tanks.

The Yellow Turbans have firepower, but as for the Empire's army, we can only pray that they have a will of steel.

Three days later, the Armored Division, the Motorized Division, and Mo Hao set out towards the three cities respectively.

With the blessing of [Evil Aura], yellow-green magic pattern arrays flashed underneath all soldiers and machines.

The evil aura of the undead gradually gathered under the army, as if the most evil demon army in the world had launched an attack.

(End of this chapter)