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Chapter 91: A Letter from Home is Worth a Thousand Pieces of Gold

In the westernmost corner of the ELO area, a child who was only 1.5 meters tall was scribbling something on the ground. Although he was distracted, he still held the gun tightly in his hand.

A closer look revealed that the child wasn't just scribbling, but writing seriously. As he wrote, he muttered, "I don't know why the commander-in-chief keeps these people around. Why not just kill them all?"

The newly built house behind him was filled with prisoners of war who had just been captured from the battlefield, the ones he said should all be killed.

William couldn't stand it, so he went up and gave him a slap on the head, "How dare you talk like that? Didn't the commander-in-chief tell you that children shouldn't say such things?"

"That's exactly the truth," the child said, clutching his forehead in dissatisfaction. "These people have been left here for so long, and besides eating for free, they're of no use at all!"

"You still say that!" William continued to lecture him. "Your thoughts are absolutely unacceptable. We are at war now, but after we win, these people will be our compatriots. After all, they are still people from Cori City. We are all from Cori City. We hate those nobles, not Cori City."

"understood……"

As soon as William heard his deliberately drawn-out voice, he knew he didn't think he was wrong at all. "Aemon, correct your attitude! The commander has warned you before, why didn't you listen? You're so young, and all you think about is killing. The commander thought food was coming and was so happy for you that he went crazy."

"In the slums, if you grow to 1.4 meters, you are considered an adult!" the child shouted immediately.

What he hated most was being treated like a child. He was clearly an adult, but one after another said he wasn't.

He was obviously only 1.5 meters tall and could definitely go to the battlefield and fight those beasts, but the commander-in-chief disagreed.

He kept pestering the commander until he got annoyed, but he still didn't agree to let him go to the battlefield. At most, he would only agree to let him guard these prisoners of war who did nothing but eat and sleep all day long.

William rubbed the other person's head nonchalantly. "Only children would emphasize that they are adults. You can still grow taller. How can this be called adulthood?"

If my children were still alive, they would probably start these cute rebellious behaviors at this age.

Thinking of this, William's eyes couldn't help but become moist. She quickly blinked to hide the red circles under her eyes and decided to get down to business.

"The commander asked me to ask if anyone inside needs to write a letter. We can help write it for them."

"Huh?" The child looked at William in shock. "You're kidding me, right? How could the commander-in-chief do such a stupid thing? And even write a letter. They killed so many of us, and not only did we not cut them into pieces, we also gave them enough food. Now we have to write them letters home. How shameless of them!"

In fact, William also felt that this kind of thing was completely unnecessary at first, especially when Yun Shuo said, "If they want to write a letter to their families to report their safety, that's fine too." She really didn't understand why the commander was so nice to these people.

Come on, wouldn't it be better to keep the paper and pens for your own people? Why give them to these guys?

But after hearing this, Willis's face was full of understanding and admiration, which made William subconsciously reflect whether there was something wrong with his thinking, which led him to fail to understand the commander's profound meaning.

She immediately reflected deeply on herself, and after leaving Yun Shuo's office, she told Willis about her doubts.

"It's normal for you to think this way, but it's not correct," Willis said meaningfully. "Prisoners of war are also human beings, citizens of Cori City. There are indeed some with unclear minds among them, but there are also many innocent people who have been forced to join the Cori Army. It's just that we can't distinguish the innocent people yet, so we classify them all as prisoners of war."

"William, even though the fighting has temporarily ceased, you've seen the huge difference in the attitudes of the people in the civilian areas towards us. Most of those near the slums are friendly towards ELO, but those near the aristocratic areas avoid us like the plague."

"It's not whether our ELO is good or bad, but whether they have a good or bad impression of us. A good impression is because they've actually met someone from ELO, while a bad impression is because they've been deceived by those nobles."

Seeing William nodding his head furiously, eager to write everything down in his notebook, Willis spoke even more enthusiastically, "The commander-in-chief has a crystal-clear understanding of the current situation. On the surface, treating these prisoners well, even getting them to write letters home, may seem like a thankless task, but in the long run, it will undoubtedly increase the strength of our ELO."

"Without comparison, there is no harm. Think about it, what is the attitude of the nobles towards the common people? They shout and kill, kick down doors and rob. And then look at us at ELO, we treat prisoners of war so kindly. In this way, who is good and who is bad, isn't it clear at a glance?"

"But if you do good things, you have to spread the word! Otherwise, who would know you're a good person? That's why the commander specifically said we could have those people write back. What do you call that? It's called 'free publicity,' and it's genuine publicity."

"When the time comes, when my family sees that my family members are not only alive but also living so well in ELO, won't they immediately want to run away to ELO to live a good life? Will they spread the news to the neighbors and let everyone run away together? Just think about it, how much help will this add to ELO?"

"Your level and mine are still far from being a commander." Willis sighed with his head raised.

Then, he glanced at William and silently added, “Of course, I’m still closer than you.”

It is my blessing to have a successor like you as commander-in-chief.

William felt that Willis was pretending to be like this. He was like a quail in front of Yun Shuo, acting in a very strict manner, but he loved to act like a jerk behind Yun Shuo's back.

After William sent the news that the prisoners could write letters, the first reaction of those in prison was "Okay, okay, ELO has finally gone crazy."

But there are still many people who really want to send a message to their families.

"Can this letter be delivered to our family?" one of them asked.

William shook his head. "Not necessarily. It's a mess right now. We can only find a place to pile up the things and let your family come and claim them. Handing them over to someone else might not work. Some of your people in the Kori Army did what they did a few days ago, and you know what they did. You can kill, burn, and rob them, but you can't let them do this to you."

"However, if it's already been liberated by ELO, it's not impossible to deliver it to someone. Especially within 15 kilometers between the slums and the civilian area. We fought faster at the beginning, so there must be mail delivery there. Then we can send it to your door according to the address."

No one spoke below, everyone was silently calculating whether it would take 15 kilometers to reach their home.

Suddenly, the same person asked again, "How many letters can one of us deliver? If we can't read, will there be someone to write for us?"

William gave her a surprised look and said, "A few letters are fine. Those who can write can come and get paper later. For those who can't write, students will come to help you this afternoon. You have the whole morning to think about what you want to write."

After saying that, she left, leaving behind the sound of discussions that echoed throughout the cell.

"What are you going to write?"

"Of course I write that I'm still alive. I don't want to work myself to death only to come home and find that my children don't have my last name anymore."

"Why would ELO do this? Don't they have some ulterior motive?"

"Who knows what the purpose of love is? Anyway, the right thing to do is to have enough food to eat. Even if I am shot in the next second, I will die with a full stomach."

"Go! How unlucky! We're being fed and well-fed just to be shot? How sick must one be to do such a thing?"

Ah Wen, who was among them, also said, "I know! ELO's goal is very big. They don't want to kill us. What they want is 'equality'!"

"Equality? What the hell is that?"

Awen continued to explain, "They said they wanted to make everyone in Kori City the same, with enough food to eat, enough clothes to wear, and everyone having a job. At dawn, those who farmed could farm, while those who worked could work, and at dusk, they could go home and sleep."

"There's none of that aristocratic crap. When you go out and see someone, you can smile if you're happy, and keep a straight face if you're unhappy. No one will kill you for no reason because of your ugly smile anymore."

When these words were spoken, everyone's first reaction was disbelief.

"That's fake, that's a lie. So, if you say so, why are these guys like ELO working so hard? They can't become nobles."

"I can't be a noble, but I can make everyone a human being. People won't look down on you if you risk your life for yourself. Only if you risk your life for everyone else will they appreciate such a great thing!"

Awen was specially arranged in there to spread the idea of ​​equality of ELO. She waited for these people to listen to her thoughts and speeches for several days before she started to deceive them. She mainly used an internal and external cooperation strategy, and she had to brainwash these people into the color of ELO - red!

"Oh, then you really listened to what they said." As soon as Awen finished speaking, a person in the corner snorted coldly and retorted.

Awen turned around and recognized at a glance that this person was the guy who had asked questions many times before.

She was not upset at being humiliated, "Hey, that's all I said. What's your name, sister?"

"Rick."

"Where did you hold a high position before? Seeing that you have the paper, you must be an educated person. I am just a commoner and I can't read. I was forced to become a Kori army soldier." Awen stepped on herself and praised Rick just to pry more information out of her.

"You might not believe me!" Rick said mysteriously and arrogantly, "I used to work in an underground casino. You guys, none of you have heard of me, right? I can make this much in a night! I don't care if you're a noble, I'll see you whenever I want!"

"Then how did you get in?"

Rick was enjoying the show when Awen shut her up with just one word.

But Rick didn't hide anything. He said dejectedly, "The city lord wanted money, but there wasn't much left in the treasury. So he simply moved all the money from the underground entertainment city. When he ran out of money, he started laying off employees, and that's how I was kicked out."

"I didn't really want to do this anyway. This kind of work is like putting your head on the line. If the nobles don't like you, they can kill you at any time, and they'll bury you underground after they kill you."

"Over the years, I've saved up some money and wanted to settle down. I also have a childhood sweetheart who's waited for me until now and has given me two children. I can't let him down. But before I could enjoy a few days of peace and quiet, the war broke out. I was just walking down the street, and out of nowhere, I was drafted into the army. And then, out of nowhere, I ended up here."

"Ah, I have elderly parents and young children to take care of. My mother is already quite old, and my child is only a little bit old. My husband is devoted to me, and I haven't even been able to give him a wedding. I really hope I can go home soon."

When Rick sighed, everyone couldn't help but feel worried.

"Then you really did write a letter." Ah Wen said with emotion, "I can only write one letter, and I don't know if she can get it."

"Don't say such unlucky things. If you can survive, you can survive." Rick was much gentler at this time.

Awen continued, "He can survive, but he's a servant in a noble family now. Whether he can come out is still a question."

"Servants of noble families? I heard many of them were sent to the battlefield."

"Hey, he's different. He has the trust of that noble lord. How could he be willing to send him to the battlefield?"

"That's true. I'd better think about what to write in the letter first. There are so many people here."

A gift is a gift of trust. Rick knew what the nobles were thinking, but he couldn't say it directly, so he just laughed it off.

Rick actually had two letters in her arms, both of which were written when she first went to the battlefield. When she was searched, the ELO people actually gave them back to her without even reading the contents.

When he wrote the first letter, he had not yet joined the battlefield. Unexpectedly, a day later, the second letter was already being prepared as a farewell letter.

……

Dear:

See Xin'an. I don't know how to explain my situation—I've become a soldier of the Cori Army. Although I don't have a good impression of either the Cori Army or the nobles, there's no doubt that I will firmly stand on the side of the nobles, just as I will firmly stand on the side of the gods.

My love, I don't mean to look down on ELO, nor am I a hateful warmongerer. But I have to state this fact: ELO's future is only destruction, and glory will always belong to the nobility.

I looked at those guys through the telescope. They were carrying some strange weapons and looked very clumsy. I really couldn't understand why these people made such strange, deformed-looking things.

Seeing this, I am more convinced that we will win soon.

My love, please take good care of the children and my mother while I am away. I will be back soon and will marry you.

……

Dear:

Please take care of yourself, your child, and your mother. I'm afraid I can't go back. Those strange, giant creatures easily crushed our defenses, leaving us no chance to fight back.

Goodbye, my love.

……

And now Rick is going to keep writing.

……

Dear:

See you. I was captured, but the guys at ELO seemed ridiculously kind, allowing me to write letters and promising to try their best to get them to you.

But I will never change my mind, it is impossible to win with ELO! They haven't tortured me yet, but that doesn't mean they won't in the future. But please believe me, I will definitely come back alive.

They read out their thoughts outside the cell all day long, which made me sleepy. I really don't understand why anyone believed those fantasy declarations.

……

Dear Mother,

See you. Please forgive me for not writing to you for so long, and please forgive me for breaking my promise. I promised to spend a peaceful life with you, not to force you to give your extra kindness to orphans and beggars.

Don't worry about me, my mother. Do you remember the meaning of your name? Xena—the gods are merciful. And you are a well-known benefactor. How could the gods not care for me?

I will definitely live to see the day when I can meet you, my children, and my love.

Mani, the god of machinery, always protects his followers.

Chapter 92: No Letter Is a Good Thing

Saitaishi's eyes were wide open, his teeth were chattering, and he stared at the pile of letters that Yun Shuo had sent to him.

I worked so hard to send him so much food, and he just gave us this?

Where's the gun? Where's the cannon? Does Yun Shuo really understand that he's been punished by Ella?

I helped him split the Kori army into two parts, greatly reducing the pressure on ELO to fight the enemy. Not only that, I also constantly put pressure on Ella through public opinion and continuously provided ELO with large amounts of food aid!

I'm so sincere, I'm just waiting for your ELO to send me some good things.

Forget about allies, even if we're strangers, I've given you so much, so you should at least give me something in return, right? But his ELO wasn't good at all, and he even gave himself a huge one.

Why did you bring me this pile of scrap paper? A letter of condolence? Why not fold some paper cranes? You're expecting my Kori Army to fold paper guns and cannons to protect you from Ella's pressure?

Saitaishi went forward in disbelief and rummaged through it. You, Yunshuo, can't really just give me this little bit, right?

What if Yun Shuo had a hidden agenda? What if these letters were just a cover-up? What if they actually contained a ton of weapons?

But he searched for a long time. Nothing, nothing at all. Just a pile of scraps of paper.

And while he was messing around, the ELO guy who was delivering the letter was still there, saying, "Lord Setash, please don't move. There are only letters inside, not any weapons to assassinate you."

No... Setash laughed in anger. You might as well have some weapons to kill me!

He angrily sat back on the chair, rubbed his temples, stared at William standing below with helplessness and irritation, and asked unhappily: "Tell me, why did Yun Shuo ask you to give me this pile of junk? We don't need this pile of junk."

William seemed somewhat embarrassed and uneasy in the face of Setash's questioning. He lowered his head and replied softly, "I'm very sorry, Lord Setash. These letters were not meant for you. According to the commander's instructions, I hope you can help deliver these letters to the people."

She also never expected that when the commander said "I have the ability to send these letters back", he actually meant that he had the ability to throw these letters to Setash and force him to deliver them.

"And... it's not for me?" Setash pointed a finger at his nose in astonishment, his face filled with disbelief. "No, am I cheap in your commander's eyes? Does he think I'm bored, so he's just looking for something to keep me busy?"