"Angry youth, soil buns, primary school culture Cheng dù...... What, the so-called 'warriors with lofty ideals' and 'pioneers who respect the king and fight against traitors' are this kind of goods?"

Casually tossing the Level 2 classified information aside, the Lieutenant Colonel of the Personal Guard, who was lying on the spring bed with his feet crossed, took a sip of coffee and stretched out in boredom.

According to the information, most of the members of Charlemagne's army "royal faction" were middle- and lower-ranking officers from the countryside, and they were rich peasants. I only know that land is the best thing in my life, and the greatest happiness in life is to be a landlord with three or five hectares of land. Even if he threw himself into what the pope called the "holy war" against the United Principality of Rus', in addition to faith, the main motive was mainly to covet that large undeveloped land, and it was one of the ideal goals of the "royal sect" to lay down Rus' early and plant wheat on that vast land.

Charlemagne's Navy, Titans, and Alfheim Defense Forces also have right-wing radical organizations, such as Charlemagne's Navy's "Domination Faction", Titans's "Holy Cross Lily", and Alfheim's Defense Force's "Anxiety Soldiers" are all organizations composed of ultranationalists, chauvinists, and racial superiorists, but there are still some differences.

For example, the members of the "Patriotic Regiment" are all graduates of serious military academies, most of whom have traveled to various countries in the name of foreign assignments, and some of them have even served as military attachés stationed abroad in fact, so they have seen a lot of things. In their view, with the deepening of industrialization and international trade, in addition to the top priority - the establishment of the country and independence, Yalfheim also had to actively manage overseas colonies and seize the metal, rubber, grain, hedron, mythril and other resources that were vital to Yalfheim. Like Charlemagne's army "royal road", he is keen to find wheat in the wasteland, which is the narrow-minded thinking of only uninformed countrymen.

"Well...... At first glance, it seems to be a difference between long and short vision. In the end, it is nothing more than a divergence in the direction of expansion. Whether it's elves or humans, the intelligent species are really good at tossing. ”

Azdahaka snickered, mercilessly mocking the lower races.

A short-lived, fragile intelligent species, a population that will die casually.

If the cervical vertebrae are broken, they will die, if they cut off their heads, they will not regenerate, if they lose a third of their blood, they will die, and they may even die if they drink a lot of fresh water in one go.

It is precisely because they are closer to death than the ancient species that their attachment to life is stronger. Even for a moment. They also want to survive. In Azdahaka's opinion, that ugly and beautiful gesture was very ...... Attractive.

Just as a sculptor discovered a fine stone and a painter discovered a new pigment, Azdahaka became interested in the material of intelligent species, especially humans. Then began his career as an "artist" who showed his "creativity" and "talent".

In the beginning. He transformed into a wealthy aristocrat. Seduce young girls who love vanity, abduct them to his "studio" and kill them. Tong Guò observes the desperate and painful expressions of the girls before they die, and touches the fresh and tender internal organs to feel the joyful colors of life. Revel in the magnificence of death, cheer for the bloody screams, and sigh for the colorful entrails. But after some time, Azdahaka lost interest.

The reason is very simple, the material is too simple, and the reaction to death is relatively similar, and after experiencing the initial novelty and excitement, I soon became bored with those women who exaggerated their love of money.

So, he began to explore new materials and develop new ideas—the creation of a novel called "war".

Disguised as a traveling priest, Azdahaka infiltrated a village and quickly mingled with the local people. Sweets and tales are used every day to attract the children of the village. Gradually, the adults relaxed their guard and became accustomed to the sight of the children circling around the priest. As everyone knows, in the corners they can't see, the seeds of tragedy have been planted.

Azdahaka instilled fairy tales such as "They are the chosen ones" and "The warriors of the Mother God" into the children, and then told the brainwashed children that if they wanted to become warriors of the gods, they had to offer the sacrifice of sworn loyalty.

Overnight, all the adults in the village were killed. When the sun rose, the empty-eyed children with bloodstained murder weapons and poison bottles left their homes, and the priest with a kind smile on his face was waiting for them at the entrance of the village.

"Congratulations, all of you, now that you are all God's chosen warriors, we will dedicate a qiē to the Mother Goddess and lay down a hammer of punishment on the infidels who do not believe in the true God. ”

Azdahaka snickered as he looked at the excited children.

Soon, a team called the "Young Holy Crusade" appeared on the northern battlefield, its members were all minors under the age of 15, and on the battlefield they showed the belligerence and cruelty that adults feared, and their fighting style of courage and death made the Cossack cavalry of the bear clan feel terrified.

No one knows where they came from, but their proclamation that "our faith is the only right faith, that we are the ones who truly serve the Mother God" sounds particularly harsh in the church.

Not surprisingly, the Young Holy Crusade was designated as heretics and besieged by adults several times their strength, most of the legionnaires were killed on the spot, and those who survived were interrogated by the Inquisition and burned at the stake. This doll army appeared inexplicably and perished inexplicably. Throughout, the Church did not find the priest who had "guided us and spread the teachings of the Mother God" in the captive's mouth, and after a fruitless search, the matter was finally resolved.

Azdahaka watched with great satisfaction at his work, as he had expected the children to be sent to their deaths in a magnificence he had never seen before.

Madness, despair, prayer, sadness, emptiness - the rich emotions displayed by the desperate children bring unprecedented excitement to the three-headed demon dragon, and the girl with a dull face is split in half. The maddened adults are constantly chopping at the corpses of small children. A desperate young child pulls out a dagger that killed his parents and cuts his own throat. The children who cried out for their parents were burned at the stake and eventually burned to ashes amid screams......

Unprecedented tremors and exhilarations came together, and the pleasure of fragile life and moral destruction was tingling like an electric current - only war can bring such a strong sense of beauty, compared to which the murders of the past are nothing to mention.

Just as the euphoria of Azdahaka was about to make persistent efforts, the Council of Elders of the Dragon Clan summoned him and announced that his actions had violated the taboo that the Dragons were not allowed to directly intervene in the war of the Wisdom Race, and in order to maintain the peace of the ancient race, the old grandfathers who had come out of the caves where the cocoons lived in the houses unanimously resolved to expel him from the continent.

After this, Azdahaka settled in the archipelago on the southern border, and continued to take pleasure in his old business, changing his appearance, interfering in the wars of the natives, until the guy appeared.

"Lieutenant Colonel Azdahaka, call from headquarters. ”

The intercom played the operator's pleasant voice, switching his mind to the transactional state, and Azdahaka said:

"Read it out. ”

"One hour later, the Spit Braek operation began, and the battle of Wanwang was smooth. ”

"Understood. ”

After answering, the cabin fell silent, and irrepressible laughter leaked out of his throat.

Hehehe-

It doesn't matter if he's a transcendent species or something else, one day, he'll bite off that kid's neck. Before that, it would be nice to enjoy the war to the fullest.

"Good war, good war......"

The self-talk of ambition and madness dissipated in the cabin, as if sensing the damp madness, and several containers in the cargo compartment let out a restless agitation. (To be continued......)

PS: I have a cold, runny nose and tears do not stop, and the symptoms have been alleviated, and I will resume tomorrow. Thank you for voting!