Fang Zhou, why do people say I am a succubus?

Of course, there were more people who were exploited by Londinium citizens. The people who came to the scene had already blocked the streets. As for those who lived far away, they spontaneously gathered under the area radio, looking forward to Chen Zhou's speech.

--call!

Soon, the figure of Draco that everyone was looking forward to fell rapidly from the clouds.

Everyone raised their heads, all eyes focused on the proud, god-like young man.

"Even though I've seen this face many times, I have to say, it's really handsome."

"Hmph, arrogant insect." A certain lord of the royal court glanced at Chen Zhou with disdain.

pat.

The handsome Draco stepped on the podium on tiptoe, and a discussion erupted from the audience, followed by applause.

"Chen Zhou is also the leader of our Shenchi." The soldiers of Shenchi spontaneously supported Chen Zhou.

Theresa sat upright, her eyes, which were often downcast, now showed a rare glint of light.

The people gathered in the streets also applauded vigorously. Although they didn't know whether the evacuation he promised was true, at least for the moment, they were enjoying their vacation.

At the same time, some of the duke's hired helpers were also smiling brightly. The higher they were praised now, the harder they would fall later.

The moment your expression changes from the clouds to the bottom of the valley, this is the highest drama. I really want to see your expression, that expression of surprise and despair.

……

At the same time, on the Gastriel warship.

Holding a magic spear, Abrana proudly stepped out of the battleship's command center, looking down at all the soldiers below.

The Duke of Wellington stood beside her with his scepter, giving his place to Draco, the leader of Deep Pool.

Today will leave a significant mark in Tara’s history!

Wellington looked at the desolate land in the distance, feeling infinite emotion in his heart.

……

In the Tara region, the abandoned capital of King Gael.

Ravshini led a group of Tara refugees who followed her to rest here.

The guidance from Chen Zhou in the past and the insights gained from wandering along the way have already sparked sparks of thought in her heart.

I am the leader of Deep Pool, but I am not my sister's shadow.

As her heart knots gradually unraveled, a completely different path unfolded beneath her feet...

Chapter 57 Do you know how much a piece of bread costs?

Amid the anticipation of the city’s residents, the Tower Liberation Front’s briefing officially began.

"Arise, you hungry and cold people of Tara!"

"Arise, suffering infected!"

"My blood is boiling."

"To fight for freedom..."

A grand chorus sounded, infinitely amplified by the electric current, and evenly spread to every corner of the venue.

This is the national anthem "We Are United" composed by leader Chen Zhou for the Sky Kingdom. Once it was released, it quickly became popular in the three cities.

Mandela in the audience frowned and held his breath.

The Tower Jiezhen warriors who were responsible for maintaining order faced their leader, clenched their fists solemnly, and hit the "three-diamond" symbol on their chests.

The soldiers' faces were solemn, their voices were loud, and their high morale resounded in the clear sky and floated in the bustling city.

Many cadres of the Tower Relief Array were also deeply moved and could not help but agree with him.

Magnificent and majestic, high-pitched and passionate.

It's like a battle song that burns away sin with a raging fire!

Tracy was in a trance, and even he felt his heart surging, as if his blood was boiling.

Kazdel had never sung the national anthem, nor had he been aware of it, but now he had changed his mind.

The chorus ended, everyone looked up, and the host, Tallulah, gave a speech.

They actually let the descendant of Victoria's Red Dragon host the event... Some people in the know looked at Chen Zhou who was waiting in the seats and marveled at his boldness.

Sister Tazi first thanked the people who attended the meeting, then expressed her regret for the chaotic situation in Londinium and pointed out the dire situation of the civilians.

Among them, many people glanced at the Military Committee in the front row intentionally or unintentionally, and were almost about to point out who the culprit was.

The lords of the royal court did not care about this. The citizens of Londinium worked day and night on the industrial assembly lines and had already forged a victory for the Sarkaz.

Now the value of the citizens has been almost realized, and the Sarkaz top leaders don’t care about their life and death at all.

"—Infected people, citizens longing for liberation, I sincerely hope that all of you can escape your hardship and settle in the Kingdom of the Sky." Tallulah paused. "May war stay away from you."

"Next, please allow Leader Chen Zhou to give a speech."

After saying that, Sister Tazi led the applause and looked at Chen Zhou who was waiting in the seats.

Chen Zhou stood up and walked towards the stage step by step. The strong wind made his robe rustle.

At this moment, the attention of everyone present was drawn to it.

He was the protagonist of the day. The Tara flags fluttering in the sky became his backdrop. The staff in the audience were erased like a blurred lens. It seemed as if he was the only one left in the huge world. He stood quietly in front of the stage, quietly looking at everyone in the audience.

Without saying a word, the noise from the audience dissipated automatically.

Tracy paused her conversation with her sister.

Inès hid in Hedley's shadow in the back row, biting her lip with a complicated look in her eyes.

Mandela raised her head, the corners of her mouth curling up unconsciously, as if she saw her own child win a certificate of honor. Look at my Xingnu.

The soldiers stared intently, their faces full of anticipation. How long had it been since the leader's last speech?

Just as Chen Zhou was about to begin his speech, a citizen who had been acting as a vanguard suddenly jumped out, pointing and shouting at the crowd:

"You've really forgotten the pain after the wound has healed. Don't you have any memory at all? He's from Tara! How did those Tara (Deep Pond) soldiers treat the lower-class people? Have you forgotten?"

After a pause, the insurgent shouted, "Beatings, insults, threats with knives... You low-class people would rather believe the promise of a Tara rebel than remember the bloody crimes committed by the Tara people!"

He looked at Chen Zhou and sarcastically said, "Aunt Barron from the Bitter Salt Grocery Store, Uncle Randy from the Herb Gardening Store, little Sagre who makes cement for the rock factory...

Tell me! Why did you beat them to paralysis? Why did you make them lose hope in life?

Tell me! The one who carries history, protects civilians, and has the blood of the Red Dragon flowing in his veins, the great and glorious leader Chen Zhou!

Why did the Tara army commit such atrocities against the citizens of Londinium? ! ! "

The entire venue fell silent at this moment.

The citizens in the audience were in an uproar and then started to riot.

The distress on the faces of the lords of the royal court disappeared, and they showed excitement as if they were eating melons.

Mandela was furious and clenched his staff tightly. It seemed as if a small stone spike was drilling in the air in the palm of his hand.

The Shenchi soldier was suppressed by Ahmoni, but his murderous nature still directed towards that side, and he wanted to eat the man alive.

Arturo winked at Chen Zhou, asking if he wanted to "appease" the people's emotions first, but Chen Zhou rejected him with a wink.

"Striving for empathy, undermining public confidence." Tracy sighed. "I forcibly recruited the young and strong Sarkaz to give them a home. But these dukes obstructed the rescue of civilians, motivated by their worthless pride..."

“…” Theresa was silent for a long time, then quoted an ancient Da Yan saying: “Those who insult righteous men, are disrespectful to their rulers and fathers, burden the people, and kill the innocent deserve to perish.”

The questioning of the vanguard was broadcast throughout the city.

The smiling Duke outside the city, the nervous civilians in front of the radio, the frowning and silent self-rescue soldiers under the pipes, and the Rhodes Island executives beside them, all were waiting for Chen Zhou's answer.

This was the fate of King Aslan, who faced the gallows of the nobles in the end.

But will Draco in the end also be like King Aslan, with a noose around his neck and political death forever?

"Claire? Graduated from Victoria National University?"

After taking a look at the information sent by Ahmoni, Chen Zhou raised his head expressionlessly.

"What? Leader Tara is going to attack me?" Claire said with a smile.

"No, to be honest, I didn't want to talk to you because racial discrimination is etched in your mind like a mental stamp. But seeing your smug, self-satisfied expression, I still have to respond."

Chen Zhou's eyes were filled with visible disgust:

“You emphasize the evil deeds of Deep Pond and the harm the Tara people have brought to Londinium.

But they don't mention that the real perpetrators are those silent Sarkaz soldiers.

Not to mention that the military officers in the city turned a blind eye to the Sarkaz, and only dared to stab Tara with the knife of revenge.

Not to mention Victoria's thousand-year persecution of Tara, the burning of Oak Forest County, the bombardment of Hill County... The Peninsula County Famine caused by the Victorians caused the Tara area to lose a quarter of its population forever.

You always mention the lower class, but you don’t know the countless corpses in sweatshops.

You always talk about reflection, but you don't know that the Duke is watching from the sidelines outside the city.

You always call yourself a people, but you don't know the value of a piece of bread."

Chen Zhou looked at him and asked calmly, "A bookworm like you who never leaves the house, do you know how much a piece of bread costs in the Norbert District?"

Claire closed her mouth and stammered, unable to answer.

Seeing this, Chen Zhou's face became even more sarcastic and he looked at him with disdain.

"Answer him, my warrior!"

"Fifty thousand pounds! A full fifty thousand pounds!"

The Reunion fighter named Red held out his hand and growled, "That money wouldn't even fit in my pocket!!!"

The entire venue was deathly silent.

Chapter 58 Chen Zhou's Ideal

What does 50,000 pounds mean?

If you use this money to subscribe to the Terra Times, you can read this newspaper from birth to death.

Chen Zhou paused for a moment, giving everyone time to digest the news.

In the face of extreme material shortages, money has completely lost its meaning.

Brother Hongdao, who answered the question, calmed down and slowly sat back.

The bloody reality had a great impact on the people in the audience.

Chen Zhou said, "Since you like to speak up for the people so much, let me ask you, do you understand these civilians?"

Claire was about to make some excuse, but when she turned around, she was met with a pair of extremely cold eyes and lowered her head in disappointment.

Chen Zhou turned his gaze, scanned the crowd, and raised his voice:

“Do you know what life is really like for most ordinary people in Victoria?

It's not about driving around in luxury cars, wearing haute couture suits, and eating shark fin and foie gras every day.

It's not that contracts with large sums of money written on them are falling on your head like raindrops, and the amount of money in circulation is something that others will never be able to reach in their lifetime.

He didn't graduate from a higher education institution in Londinium, but was able to join a large company and often invite friends to sit in a small and bourgeois cafe for afternoon tea.

The real image hidden under the sun is the ordinary people who are envious and self-encouraged in their hearts behind the noble ladies who come in and out of the high-end jewelry stores where every inch of land is worth a lot of money.

They look up at the prospect of a stable life, and bow their heads to pray for the end of natural disasters. Stubborn and humble, they long to escape the pit of suffering.

As soon as the words fell, the entire meeting hall fell into a pin-drop silence. Many Tara people blushed, clearly believing they were the ordinary people the leader had described. The workers in Londinium also nodded; Chen Zhou's words had touched their hearts.

Chen Zhou stood on the platform, judging Claire without any emotion:

"All ordinary people who struggle for life understand the way out better than you, an arrogant bookworm. They understand emptiness and despair better, and they understand the most ethereal pain in human thought better.

The path to survival they seek is being dangled by you as racial tension. To this, I can only say—you think you've transformed into a winged beast, soaring through the air, but in reality, it's you, a mouse, who has mistaken your arrogance for wings, mistakenly believing you're flying."

"I..." Claire was obviously a little unconvinced.

"It's fine if you're just a civilian questioning, but you, a stinky rat, have the right to cause a scene in this venue? Get out!"