honor me as god

Chapter 538
(two in one chapter)
The guards were all flesh and blood, and they felt very uncomfortable seeing their compatriots gnawing on straws in the fields so hungry that they didn't even have to eat straws for a while.

However, soldiers take obeying orders as their bounden duty, and the more elite soldiers are, the more so they are.

After receiving Bolton's order, the personal guards quickly divided into two teams. One team entered the field to guide the civilians to leave, and the other team prepared fire and fuel. Under the dispatch of the commanders of each team, according to Dan The landform planning direction of the rain plain.

Soon, perhaps noticing what the guards were holding, a civilian who was foraging in the field screamed: "They are going to burn the field!"

This shout directly caused the frying pan to explode on the scene. The civilians looked at the guards one after another. When they saw the fire and fuel, they became panicked:
"For God's sake. Are those tanks full of fuel?!"

"They have the Fire Fold in their hands, stop them!"

"What are you doing?! Why are you burning these straws?!"

"Dog officer! You won't give me a way out?! Fight them!!!"

Group sentiment is like a high-intensity explosive barrel, which explodes as soon as it is ignited. There are only a thousand guards who entered the field to disperse the civilians, but the number of civilians is hundreds of thousands. In addition, Bolton did not issue an attack order. The guards didn't dare to fight back after being punched and shoved, they couldn't stop them, and were quickly squeezed out by the sea of ​​people.

Just as the civilians were rushing in with anger, Du Mingwei suddenly shouted: "Protect Your Highness the Prince!"

The accompanying guards of the Consul's residence ordered more than a hundred people to quickly form a shield wall in front of Bolton to prevent civilians from approaching.

The civilians in the front row were taken aback when they heard Du Mingwei's words, and subconsciously called out, "Your Highness?"

When the sound came out, exclamation suddenly spread everywhere, and the turbulent crowd gradually subsided, and everyone stared blankly at Bolton.

Bolton didn't intend to reveal his identity at first, but when Du Mingwei shouted, his identity couldn't be hidden immediately.

A commoner tentatively asked, "Are you really His Royal Highness?"

"Bolton Van Dogorand, there is no doubt about it." Since he couldn't hide it, Bolton didn't hide it anymore. He briefly introduced himself, returned a military salute to the civilians, and said in a deep voice, "Now that everyone knows My identity, then please cooperate with the work of the royal family and withdraw from the field."

A man stepped back subconsciously and asked in horror, "If we withdraw, what are you going to do?"

Bolton is not good at lying, and with his personality, he doesn't bother to fabricate those hypocritical lies. He said truthfully: "To tell you the truth, according to His Majesty's orders, it is now necessary to remove all the straw in the Danyu Plain and replant it with blood." Essence grass, and in order to improve efficiency, I plan to use fire farming."

"Fire farming. No. Can't be burned!!!" The man stretched his arms to protect the bundles of wheat stalks behind him, and exclaimed, "These are the grains that everyone worked so hard to grow, why did you burn them?! "

Bolton has a bad temper. If he were a nobleman, he would have so much nonsense, so he slapped him right away.

But Bolton has been proud and never humiliated since he was a child. His temper even dared to contradict his father, but he was very patient when facing common people. He explained earnestly: "My compatriots, please listen to me. I will not hide it from you. , now is an extraordinary period, and Dogrand is going through an existential crisis—”

"Everyone knows that the animal epidemic crisis broke out in Dogland 27 years ago, and later the source of infection was controlled with the help of "purified blood", and the blood essence grass is a necessity for making purified blood. "

"There is a shortage of blood essence grass this year, and the despicable Far Eastern dynasty took advantage of the danger and began to ban blood essence grass on us, resulting in the inability to produce purified blood in time. We were forced to rely on ourselves and cultivate blood essence grass independently, and the only The only place that meets the conditions for farming is here, the Danyu Plain."

"I know everyone is having a hard time right now, but please also think of the royal family. If we fail to cultivate the blood essence grass in time, resulting in the exhaustion of the purified blood reserves, the tens of millions of infected people in the epidemic areas of the kingdom will all die. Out of control, the veterinary disease 27 years ago will come back again, and it will be a catastrophe!"

"So... please everyone! Please understand our difficulties!"

The civilians present included both adults and children. The children may have heard about the veterinary epidemic and had no specific idea about it. However, many adults, especially the elderly, had personally experienced the catastrophe and knew how terrible the animal epidemic was.

At this moment, when they heard Bolton say this, they all froze, and their eyes were filled with confusion and panic.

Just when the civilians were at a loss, a woman shouted: "Then what should we do?"

Bolton thought this voice was very familiar, and after looking over it, he found that it was the woman who gave him dry food when he entered the city, and she was still holding the little girl who was very similar to Solandelle in her arms.

The woman walked out of the crowd with her daughter in her arms. She first bowed humbly to show her respect to His Royal Highness, and also expressed her gratitude to Bolton for giving her dry food. I also want to ask His Royal Highness—what shall we do?"

"Burning the wheat stalks in the Danyu Plain and planting the blood essence grass will ensure the supply of purified blood and ensure that the infected people in the epidemic areas will not get out of control. But what about us?!"

"We have no food now, and we have been forced to go to Danyu Plain to eat the unripe wheat, and even gnaw raw wheat stalks. We are living so hard, and you want to burn our only hope of survival? We Aren’t we the people of Dogland? Don’t we deserve the protection of the royal family?!”

Bolton didn't have any fear in the face of thousands of troops, but at this time, facing the woman's questioning and the innocent eyes of the little girl in her arms, he didn't dare to look directly at them, and just lowered his head and murmured Said: "I am here this time, and I have brought relief food for everyone."

As soon as they heard that there was relief food, the atmosphere on the scene quickly heated up, and the civilians burst into cheers for the rest of their lives, hugging each other and crying:

"There is relief food! Great! The royal family did not abandon us!"

"We are finally saved."

"Baby, Dad will go to receive the relief food in a while, so you don't have to be hungry anymore!"

"Dad, you eat first, you haven't eaten for several days."

While the crowd was cheering and celebrating, the woman stared deeply at Bolton. When she saw his eyes dodging, the woman seemed to realize something, and asked silently: "Your Highness, please allow me to ask you one more question—"

"How much relief food did you bring?"

Bolton didn't know how to answer this question. He had an answer in his heart. Du Mingwei had already done the calculation for him, but he couldn't say anything, and could only look down at the ground.

The general who has been covered in dust on his journey doesn't even have the courage to look directly at a woman.

Not long after, Du Mingwei, who was behind Bolton, helped him to say the answer: "His Royal Highness has transported a total of 36 tons of relief food to Danyu City this time."

These civilians have not read much, and they have no concept of numbers. They just think that the unit of "[-] tons" sounds very big, and they all start to cheer again.

The woman was not dazzled by the huge numbers, she maintained the most basic calmness, and asked quietly: "I only know how to wash and cook. How many days are the 36 tons of grain enough for the people of Danyu City?"

At this point, Bolton had nowhere to escape. He lowered his eyes and said, "Two months."

The cheers stopped abruptly as if cut off by a sharp knife, and everyone looked at Bolton dully.

Gradually, there were exclamations everywhere:
"I can only eat for two months? How is this enough?"

"The harvest season in various places will not be until next year's God's Blessing season at the earliest, and the relief food will only be distributed for two months. Do you want us to eat soil in the next few months?!"

"No! Unless the relief food is replenished, the wheat stalks in the Danyu Plain must not be burned! Otherwise, everyone will starve to death!"

The woman stared at Bolton sadly, and said quietly: "Your Highness, we can understand that the royal family has difficulties, but let me ask you one thing on behalf of everyone, please go back and think of other ways with His Majesty the King, okay?"

"In the past few days, we have been hungry all the time. We are hungry, our family members are hungry, everyone is hungry, and many people even watched their relatives starve to death. You know how embarrassing the scene is. Does it hurt?"

Bolton's fists were clenched tightly, his nails had already sunk into the flesh, and he said with erratic eyes: "This time, the royal family is sorry for everyone. But please understand that this is for the sake of the overall situation. If you don't do this, once the veterinary epidemic If it erupts, more people will die."

The woman wiped her tears and sobbed: "You are a great general and someone who does great things. In your eyes, the so-called casualties may be just a number. If you can keep the majority by abandoning the few, you will do it."
"But has it ever occurred to you that we are human beings just like you. Is there anything wrong with being born to be a victim to someone else? We want to live."

Bolton raised his head in a daze, and looked at the sallow and emaciated compatriots.

Suddenly, he recalled his childhood scene before joining the army.

At that time, Perseus asked him why he wanted to be a soldier, and he patted his chest and replied: "Why else? Defend the country! Whoever invades my home, I will cut off his head! Whoever bullies my compatriots, I will Just crush him!"

Bolton clearly remembered that his father scolded him after hearing this, saying that he was rough, unrefined, and not at all like a prince.

But for Bolton, that is what he said in his heart. He has been on the road for more than ten years, and whenever there is a war on the frontier, he will rush forward, all for what he thinks in his heart.

Many people say that he has made great military exploits, and his fame and achievements are no less than that of his second brother. Since Andre is called "Prince of Compassion", he should be "Prince of Courage".

But for Bolton, he has no ambitions. He neither wants to be admired by thousands of people, nor wants to fight for an illusory title, nor does he want to compete with his siblings. He is not even interested in the throne.

When I became a king, I was entangled in all kinds of affairs, which prevented Lao Tzu from drinking with the soldiers.

In his whole life, as long as he can defend the territory and his compatriots, that is enough.

But what to do now.
Planting blood essence grass to suppress the possible outbreak of veterinary disease is certainly correct.

But what about the compatriots in Danyu City?
Before coming here, Bolton had already made preparations with an iron fist, but this kind of thing is easy to think and easy to say, but how difficult is it to actually do it?

Compassion does not hold soldiers, if it is against the enemy, or against an unforgivable sinner, the knife in his hand must be faster than anyone else.

However, like this woman said, what did they do wrong?
They didn't do anything wrong, but they stayed with their families as usual, lived peacefully day by day, and finally got sucked into the vortex of blood essence grass. Can they be blamed?

They're just people trying to live, what's wrong with that.
The woman wiped her tears and sobbed: "Your Highness, you have family members just like us. If your family members are the ones who suffered the disaster here today, can you do it too?"

Bolton remained silent. This assumption is definitely not valid. No matter how poor the royal family is, it will not become a famine population. If it really changes, it can only be that the country of Dougland is gone. This kind of discussion is meaningless.

But think about it carefully, what if you are not from the royal family?If I was born in a commoner family and encountered such a catastrophic famine, a group of people suddenly came over and said that they wanted to save more people, so please sacrifice.

What a desperate speech this would be.
Occasionally, Bolton glanced over the woman's arms, and fell on the little girl who was very similar to Solandelle.

The little girl with long platinum hair was curled up, her spirits were not very good, but her big azure blue eyes were still full of innocence, staring at him silently.

This was someone else's daughter, not Solandelle, and Bolton knew that very well.

But ask yourself, if the one in front of you is really his sister, is there any way he can do it?
At this moment, the little girl seemed a little uncomfortable. She covered her mouth with her hand and her face became ugly.

She was still enduring it at first, but she couldn't help it later, and suddenly began to vomit profusely, which scared everyone around her.

The woman hugged the little girl tightly and cried in a daze: "Baby! What's wrong, baby?!"

Bolton also leaned forward with concern, knelt down and took her hand: "Child, what's wrong?"

The little girl leaned sickly in her mother's arms, and murmured, "Stomach, my stomach is uncomfortable."

Bolton looked at the thing that the little girl vomited out just now. There were blue wheat in the mucus, and blood streaks could be seen vaguely.

The experienced farmer next to him quickly recognized it: "The wheat is green and immature. It is difficult for adults to digest it. She is so young, eating this kind of thing will definitely ruin her stomach."

This situation reminded Bolton of the time when Solandelle was ill.

When my sister gets sick, the whole royal palace is in a hurry. The imperial doctor prepares pills in an emergency. The father and queen mother stay by the bedside all night. The royal chef dare not sleep all night, for fear that the princess wants to eat something and no one will make it. After hearing the news The ministers of the government even came to visit even thousands of miles away.

And the little girl in front of her who is about the same age can only eat immature ears of wheat when she is hungry. Sickly on top.

fate, how unfair
(End of this chapter)