Marvel Magic Event Book

Chapter 985 Ideal Murder and Betrayal (Part [-])
"Latvinia must be thoroughly cleaned, and the bourgeoisie of the past must all be hanged! They have no possibility of enlightenment, and I will not allow this group of flies to have a chance to produce fat maggots after eating the corpses of Latvinians! "Marek Klecki continued to smash the table, causing the cups, maps and chess pieces on the table to vibrate. "Friends, we are fighting for the future of Latvinia! How can these people who have deprived countless Latvinians of the past be entitled to enjoy that wonderful future! They must atone for their sins, completely atone for their sins..."

His words drew the approval of many commanders, but not all of them echoed Marek Klecki's statement.Some of the smarter commanders glanced at Victor von Doom, who was wearing an iron mask on the chief seat, trying to read his thoughts from that mask.However, these commanders are all in vain, because Victor not only has no expression (even if he could not see it), he does not even move.He didn't even bother to lift a finger in the face of Marek Klecki's aggressive speech.

The guerrillas have their own names, and most of these low-educated guerrillas refer to folk tales when they choose their names. For example, the Ivan guerrillas were named after the Russian folk tale "Ivan the Fool".After the arrival of Victor von Doom and the Immortal City, all those messy names were cancelled, replaced by the Latvinian Mountain Legion stationed in a guerrilla somewhere, and the other places in the establishment were reserved for the future Latvian Tovinian regular army.

The recruitment of these guerrillas did not rely entirely on the materials delivered by the Immortal City. Some so-called "guerrillas" were actually tools used by the local bourgeoisie to attack other guerrillas and lure local civilians who were interested in guerrillas. All of them consisted of private armies of local landowners—a handful of those now sit in this tent.Victor von Doom cleaned up these "guerrillas" with the bloodiest means, and found out the location of the local food and fuel warehouses from the previous commanders, and then forced the newly promoted commanders to loot those place - all dissenters were put to death, none had the guts to flee.They had to attack their former masters under the terrifying shadow of Victor von Doom.

Victor von Doom made sure that these people obeyed, because they lived because he didn't want them to die.When Victor returned to Latvinia and came into contact with many guerrillas, he immediately realized that he needed a counterbalance to these short-sighted guerrillas-he couldn't just kill these guerrillas and then use the same method to recruit them.He needs to use these guerrillas as signs to attract civilians, and then instill those great ideals into the hearts of guerrilla fighters through the education of the preachers of the Immortal City, and subtly seize leadership.

"...give them back what they did to us, tooth for tooth, blood for blood!" Marek Klecki spat, emotionally deciding the fate of the caged woman outside the tent. destiny. "Not only her, her family and her blood-sucking blood relatives must be liquidated!" He looked at the man in the iron mask on the main seat, "We don't need another master, we will be our own master! We have the right to decide to pull The fate of Tovinia, everyone and everything!"

Anyone who is not a fool can feel that the wind direction in the tent has changed, and the invisible long sword is pointed at the person sitting at the head of the long table.Marek Klecki's real purpose is not the woman at all, but Victor von Doom as the representative of the Immortal City.Yet the figure at the center of the storm just waved his hand boredly, as if to repel flies—this was the only movement he made in today's meeting—"Is that what you want to say, Marek Klecki ?” he said, “Is this what you’re performing today?”

"You just want to be another tyrant, you are no different from those people, Victor von Doom!" Marek Klecki approached him straight, and all the commanders along the way couldn't help but get out of the way the way. "Don't think that the guns and food you send can buy people's hearts... Although it has some effect, our cause is to overthrow those vampires, not to replace them with a gentler master. Old Marek can see your Purpose, you want to be king not one of us!"

Marek Klecki was so close that Victor von Doom could see his pores with his naked eyes.Even so, Victor von Doom remained unmoved.

"Do you really think you lead a bunch of illiterates who can build Latvinia? Do you really think you know how to fight economic wars, cultural wars, and espionage wars? Do you really think you can take on NATO soldiers and win Victory? Do you really think Latvinians will have a good life as long as everyone gets power?"

"You know this, but that's not why you're riding over us all!"

"You don't understand me, Marek Klecki." Victor von Doom slowly stood up from his seat.The dusty bulb tried its best to shine brightly, but it still couldn't illuminate the darkness behind him. "I mean, you, like your guerrillas, your role is limited to war. You, you, and you...of course including you, Marek Klecki," pointed a finger wrapped in steel armor. Several guerrilla commanders in the tent.The standard military uniform of the Immortal City was dark gray, and in addition to the cold weather, everyone wore stiff gray overcoats to keep out the cold.But even so, all the commanders who were pointed out couldn't help but feel cold all over.

"Your role is to die, to be the nourishment of a new generation of Latvinians. The new generation of Latvinians have the enthusiasm, ability and knowledge to face everything I have said, and they will fight for a greater War to allow a braver next generation. This is the cause of the Latvinians, we are fighting for the human race, not just for narrow revenge! Your generation fought on the ground, your next generation is Fight in the skies, and the next generation will fight in space. The blood of the warriors in the Latvinians will live on, to the end of this universe, not for you, not for me, but for us Everyone. What we want to pass on is ideals, not such superficial things as anger!"

"They will atone, but the basis is law and justice." Victor von Doom paused and continued: "I admire you, Marek Klecki, you are an idealist. Although I can't agree with many of your ideas, but I still appreciate your enthusiasm and courage, and the owner of the Immortal City will also appreciate your ideals. But I'm sorry, the reality is that your ideals came too early, and human beings can't realize them Such a rational way of life. I am willing to forgive you, as long as you continue to lead the army to fight and obey the orders of the headquarters..."

"Bah! Forgive me!" Marek Klecki spit on Victor's breastplate with a hideous face. "I don't need another master in my life! Never!"

Victor von Doom was silent for nearly twenty seconds, until the moth that jumped at the light bulb fell on the map full of chess pieces with its charred exoskeleton limbs. The sound of breathing filled the silent command tent.

The neighing of horses broke the silence.

"I'm very sorry."

"What?" Huge pain came from behind, and the cold steel pierced into his body, continuously absorbing his vitality.Each officer is equipped with a monomolecular combat knife forged by the Immortal City, a dagger that can easily pierce the human body with a trained adult.

Marek Kolecki looked back with all his strength, and the dim light illuminated several familiar faces.Shervinsky, who commanded the artillery, Berezovsky, who commanded the infiltration squad, and Zebrovsky, the infantry commander who joined recently.Finally he saw a weeping face, the son of his sister, Pavel Kolecki.

"Are you in too, Pavel?"

　Playing a historical stalk, I don't know who can see it.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)