Chapter 605: Sulbacho's Philosophy

No one dares to refuse to implement it, because it will lose the official position and the title.

No one dared to object, because those who dared to object had become decapitated corpses, their heads were hung on the trees outside the Knollburg Air Terminal, and their bodies were thrown on the tidal flats of the Organ Coast like garbage, letting the tide carry their bodies. Blood stained the sea red.

No one dared to protest, because according to the proposal of the old duchess, those protesters and their families were collectively beheaded, and many school children were even forced to visit the scene.

This is a massacre, and it is also a show, for all those who are loyal to the old Duke in "Aradelle", and for all the commoners in "Adia" to let them know that "the sky has changed".

Only now did someone suddenly realize that the reason why Edward's fleet blocked "Aitia" was a lie that was three parts true and seven parts false. Carry out his long-planned bloody purge.

The so-called "revenge for the old duke" and "to safeguard the dignity of the country", to put it bluntly, are just used to deceive people's hearts and deceive people, just like the young duke's "self-willed" label.

The main targets of the Edward Fleet were not Captain Tang, but those officials who refused to submit to the Young Duke, and those civilians who dared to say "no" to the Kenar family.

The fleet is a symbol of absolute force. Cannons are announcements from the powerful to the rebels. The head is a demonstration of the strong against the weak.

Sulbagio thought so, and did the same, regardless of other people's feelings---maybe in his eyes, it was not others, but a group of pigs and sheep raised in a pen.

Of course, for pigs and sheep. It's not wrong to describe him as "headstrong". But for the "people" in his eyes, this is not "self-willed", but "talented and bold".

In addition to the pale face, withered lips, and a pair of black eyes that glared, the first human head outside the Knollburg Air Terminal. On the top of his head was uneven short hair, stained with some mud and blood, and the roots stood upright, as straight as his spine.

Meng Haoyu never thought that he would end up like this. He had read many history books and knew that since ancient times loyal ministers would not end well. But knowing it is one thing, how to behave and do things is another.

He puts the safety of "Aitiya" civilians more seriously than his own life, yet he is treated as a dog by the awe-inspiring heir of the old duke, an old dog that can be discarded at any time. This is very dramatic. More ironic and sad.

In fact, he is more hate --- hate! Like his angry eyes and bristling hair, full of hatred for Surbagio and the old princess,

Because Surbagio not only beheaded him, but also implicated his nine families, including his granddaughter who was less than 3 weeks old.

In such an era, in such a society, how could he not hate such things? How not to complain? How not to be angry?

This is just the beginning. not the end...

The old duchess is a person who is familiar with the history of China. She has read many books, but this does not give her more positive and progressive values. She simply likes to read, loves to read, and reads for the sake of reading. She doesn't seek deep understanding, and never explores the deep meaning of the article, the emotional expression between the lines of the author.

When he was held by the gendarme by the shoulders and knelt on the coast of the organ, looking at the calm water, remembering the old Duke. The sudden words of this woman who has always shown her deep affection for the old Duke and his wife made him truly understand what it means to be "the most poisonous woman's heart".

At that time, she smiled and said to Surbaqiao's assistant Wu Ritanashun: "I remember that Meng Haoyu is a member of the Huaxia tribe. It is said that the Huaxia tribe is very servile. But there are also many loyal people. For example, there is a man named Fang. Minister. At that time, because he refused to be loyal to the new emperor, he was punished by ten clans."

Uzhitanasun is a person who is very good at observing words and expressions, and is also the assistant of Surbagio, so he can't understand what the old princess said. Therefore, Meng Haoyu was able to live longer, blow more salty sea breeze, curse a few more words like "You are a good man" that he would never say before, look at his tearful juniors more, and feel more regretful with pain for a while.

It wasn't until his entourage and best friends in the army were taken to his side one by one, and he was ignorantly watching the sunset on the Organ Coast with the waves, that he ushered in the last pain of his life.

The island where Congreve used to live became the place where these old officials were buried. The blood water dyed the coast red, which was more eye-catching than the halo spread by the sunset. Occasionally, seabirds flew by and saw the coastline. Countless headless corpses of different sizes, as well as the shocking blood red, rushed into the thick clouds as if frightened, not daring to show their faces.

Those dark clouds seemed to be haunted over the island and refused to disperse, thick and suffocating.

There is no thunder, no lightning, and no rain falling from the sky to wash away the thick, indelible bright red on the shore.

Only some fish, attracted by the smell of blood, jumped out of the water from time to time, greedily looking at the corpses on the beach, waiting for them to be swept into the sea by the tide and become food for their mouths.

Meng Haoyu was not alone. Opposite him was McDowell's bewildered face, which occasionally swayed in the wind and sprinkled drops of plasma on the ground.

The road leading to "Norburg" is very long, and the signboard made of human heads is also very long, with no end in sight at a glance, like the road to hell leading to the blood prison.

The road is very open, and I haven't seen a car passing by for a long time. The quietness makes people flustered, the quietness makes people depressed, and the quietness makes people sad. Just like those heads blown by the wind, there are men and women, old and young, some with closed eyes, some with angry eyes, some with mouth open to breathe hard as if to retain the taste of the world, and some with expressionless faces like a picture. Faded white paper.

The expressions of these people vary, but they all have one thing in common. They have persuaded Sulbagio, or when the old duke was in office, he made a proposal that harmed the interests of the Knar family, even if it was just a little sesame mung bean. small profit.

Hate is not just an emotion, it is more like a seed that will bear fruit in due time.

This is just a warning, a demonstration, by Surbaccio to the people of "Aladale".

He would tell the brutes who grew rapacious under the old duke, in this age, in this country. Only with a gun can one have the right to speak, with a gun is a "person", and with a gun can one do whatever one wants.

Guys without guns are just slaves, they're livestock—better livestock.

When they felt afraid under such bloody terror, they chose to compromise. Next, it will be time for him to set things right and bring the social order and class relations destroyed by Congreve back to normal. The wave of moderate system reforms is, in the final analysis, the old-school forces who feel that the tide is over. They can only rely on this method of drinking poison to quench their thirst, sacrificing some of the interests of the nobles to gain the support of the people, and to counter the new faction headed by Praise Will.

How many years will those old guys live? The old forces will eventually be replaced by the new forces of Praise Will. As for those civil waves and calls for system reform... just wash the sky and the earth with blood like now. Those humble animals will obediently bow their heads and continue what they should do.

civilian? Is it different from livestock? Those in Henrietta have degenerated to the point of trying to win the support of the people, which in itself is a sign of cowardice and failure. Only the strong are worthy of fighting for it. As for the weak, they are used to enslave and squeeze the value of their labor.

Sulbagio despised such things, and Congreve too, even if it was his father.

In his opinion. Congreve is getting more and more confused as he gets older, and he is gradually drifting away from the camp of Psalmville and slowly moving closer to Henrietta. This is not only a fall, but a betrayal.

From Sulbagio's point of view, nobles like them are the masters. As for the common people... they are no different from livestock.

Want support from livestock? Do you not place yourself in the herd of cattle? This in itself is an insult to the nobility, an insult to "people", not a class contradiction at all. It is a more acute contradiction between man and livestock.

Therefore, he despised Henrietta. Not angry with Congreve, not kind to Meng Haoyu.

in a certain sense. He can't talk about self-willedness, such as shrewd political skills and decisiveness.

In another sense, he is very headstrong, such as those extreme ideas of aristocratic supremacy.

Surbaqiao did not directly participate in the purge of Meng Haoyu, McDowell and others, but handed it over to his most capable assistant, Wu Ritanashun. He himself couldn't leave, because he had to sit in Golding Naval Port to suppress the garrison naval fleet of "Aradelle" and some high-level members of the Amber Fleet who were loyal to the old duke, forcing them to abdicate or hand over power. This is also the most important reason why he did not go to Kandal Island to attend the funeral.

The Golding Naval Port is located in the outer void of the eighth planet in the Aladale star system. There are 600 warships in the local navy and more than 1,100 warships in the Amber Fleet. 70% of the high-level officers have sworn allegiance to him under various pressures or threats. Only A few people such as the deputy commander of the garrison fleet, Creston Keith, and the commander of the Amber Fleet, Steinbeck Shelley, have not yet fully surrendered. The bloody cleansing carried out by Sulbajo in "Aitiya" was a warning to the civilians of "Aitiya", and it was also an ultimatum to Creston, Steinbeck and others.

Handing over power or implicating nine clans, or even ten clans? They can only choose one of the two.

Surbaccio believed it was an easy choice, because the blood of the headless corpses on the Organ Coast had not yet dried, and the redness had not faded.

How could they not understand the principle of one emperor and one courtier? There is only one dead end for stubborn resistance. Congreve was dead, there was no one to save them, and from now on he, Sulbajo, was the god of "Adiale," the god of "Aradelle," and the god of the whole Duchy.

He said that there must be light before there can be light!

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Golding quietly floats in the dark void of the universe, as many as 300 warships swim in the nearby airspace like a school of fish, unmanned early warning facilities and space-based defense systems weave a huge net around the military port, imprisoning the entire void .

Heretic-class fast assault craft, Missionary-class frigates, Eye of True Sight-class reconnaissance ships, Punishment Knight-class destroyers, Holy Knight-class light cruisers, Archbishop-class heavy cruisers...these battleships with very religious naming rules crawl like giant nets The spider, giving people a sense of solemnity and oppression of religion.

The dignified atmosphere does not only occur in the outer void of "Golding", its interior is also highly guarded, especially the viewing platform of "Aradelle" on the front of area A, although it is too far away from the central star, "Aradelle" "Compared to a silver plate, it is more like a jade bead surrounded by light and fire.

Looking through the huge transparent glass window. It's not fiery at all, it's small, bright, round, and pleasing to the eye. There will be some daydreams and emotions of reminiscence.

The starry sky is always so quiet, so beautiful, making people feel comfortable, like returning to the arms of a mother... Isn't it?

But Creston Keys couldn't be happy, and neither could Stanbel Shelley. The only person in the hall who could cheer up was Surbaccio.

He was sitting with his back facing "Aradelle", his not-so-broad shoulders seemed to block all the light from the outside world, only his slightly distorted face due to his smile might be destined to become a nightmare for some people in the room . Even the gorgeous and warm sunshine can't dispel it.

In stark contrast to the beauty of the starry sky in the background, not only his face deformed by a smile, but also the projection equipment on the dining table shows a scene of the organ coast.

Those blood, those headless corpses, those dazzling military uniforms... and those tides washing the coast time and time again. It dilutes the bright red on the ground, the bloody smell permeating the island, the beauty of the starry sky in the background, and the hope in the hearts of most of the generals present.

They imagined that the purge would come, that Surbacho would smile at them one day. But he never thought that those cleanings would be so tragic, and he never thought that his smile was so cold, like the gaze of an evil god.

There was a bouquet of delicate red roses on the table. It's out of place, and it's out of place.

Next to it are neatly placed bowls and dishes, and the dishes are complete without any defects.

No one touched the knife and fork, and even the wine in the glass did not decrease in the slightest, only a little dark red remained in the goblet on the right hand side of Surbagio.

He didn't raise his glass. Just drinking alone quietly... watching those heart-wrenching pictures and drinking alone quietly with elegant movements that are extremely disproportionate to the environment.

The waiter in a tuxedo filled the empty goblet and stepped back. Fill up again, and then back off. Pure white gloves, transparent glass, dark wine bottle, and slowly flowing rose blend and collide, and the whole picture is like a literary film that is played repeatedly.

Creston and Stanbel's complexions were ugly. The originally dynamic wrinkles were like ironed toilet paper. They were pale and sluggish.

Steinbel moved his eyes from the light curtain in the center of the dining table to the bright dishes in front of him, and felt that what was on the plate was not the dishes, but the heads of several of them.

Creston stared at the red liquid flowing from the waiter's hands, saw them roll up in waves, hit the inner wall of the wine glass lightly, felt that it was like blood, sprayed from the broken neck, and then entered Surbagio's mouth .

The faces of several senior military generals in the back were covered with a thin layer of sweat, and they didn't know where to put their hands. They pressed the knife and fork for a while, and touched the napkin in front of them for a while. They were a little scared and regretted not standing up early. Go to Surbaccio's side, otherwise you don't have to attend such a grand banquet and be forced to delegate power.

Next to Stambell was the deputy commander of the Amber Fleet, Scott Horner. His back was slightly tilted back, his neck was resting on the back of the seat, and there was a slight smile on his lips, which had a sarcastic taste.

Although he knew that Sulbacho would not hand over the Amber Fleet to him after Steinbel handed over power, the most likely choice would be to select a trusted general from the Edward Fleet. This may be a bit of a pity, but it is better to keep the official position, no matter how you look at it, it is better than the end of Stumble and Creston.

Stembel had called him stupid... now? Everything is fine on the wall, he can continue to serve in the army and enjoy the power and honor given to him by the young duke, but what about the commander who has a stand and principle? After today, I am afraid that I will never appear in the military again, and even social activities in the future will be excluded and made things difficult, just because I didn't know how to praise at the beginning.

Surbagio rolled up the napkin hanging on his chest, dipped it on the corner of his wet lips, and slowly stretched out his right hand, beckoning everyone to eat.

Still no one dared to move, because he didn't move.

Surbaccio was very satisfied with the atmosphere at the scene, which gave him a feeling of being in power and looking down on the mountains and seas. He felt that it was great for Congreve to die. He had never been as free, happy, and relaxed as he was now, as if every part of his body The pores are all open, greedily breathing the mellow aroma of fine wine

Power is really obsessed, there is nothing more precious than it in the world.

A staff officer who was directly responsible for him entered the room from the outside, stood at attention very seriously and saluted, and after getting approval, he walked to the head of the table and presented a document.

After reading it, Surbagio frowned slightly, with a bit of displeasure on his face.

The report comes from the Edward Fleet, about the loss of contact with the transport team and the explosion in the "Rulzan" scientific research institute area.

The pictures taken by the "Rulzan" low-altitude orbit space-based satellite showed that all the members of the transport team had been killed, and the place where the explosion occurred was the area of ​​the scientific research facility where the members of the "Brotherhood" were located.

Since such a large-scale explosion occurred, the most likely result is that both sides will suffer. Whether it is the "Brotherhood" people or the people he sent, they have all been reduced to dust under the big explosion, which makes him a little unhappy.

Of course, it's just a little bit of annoyance. After all, compared to fully controlling the dukedom, those are trivial matters.

He handed the document back to the staff officer, waved his hand to signal to leave, tried to force a smile, and said, "Is the meal today not to the general's liking?"

After saying this, without waiting for everyone to react, he turned to the waiter behind him and said, "Go and call the chef." (To be continued)

ps: Sorry, sorry, in the testimonials in the last chapter, Mr. Sen who couldn't get up, and the book friend Yang Wang in the group were omitted.