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Chapter 332 The revolution of despicable people
  Murray Hanks listened to Chief Watson's speech and felt that the blood in his body was burning because of these impassioned words.

His heart was beating more powerfully than ever before, and the excitement was so intense that it seemed like it was about to burst through his chest.

His heart and blood were burning fiercely, and indescribable strength and fighting spirit filled his blood vessels... Even the old knee injury that would hurt every time it was rainy seemed to be healed as before.

Murray Hanks was so passionate now that he wanted to tear his clothes and roar wildly - but he was unwilling and did not dare to interrupt Chief Watson's speech - when facing Chief Watson, the almost forgotten military law of order and prohibition came back to him. A resurgence.

His spine trembled slightly uncontrollably, as if a thirsty sword eager to drink the enemy's blood was about to move, and he couldn't wait to take it out of its sheath and drink blood... He was too cruel to stand up and swear on the spot: Chief Watson, I Volunteer to follow in your footsteps! Let’s just start a revolution! ! !

But before Murray Hanks was the first to stand up and swear his loyalty, someone was already one step ahead of him.

Although the other person was slightly fatter in body and face compared to when he was in the army, Murray could still recognize this person at a glance as Johnny, the best artillery gunner in the regiment at that time - of course, second only to Chief Watson. Most outstanding.

The former artilleryman Johnny wore a prosthetic nose on his face, but he was still well-dressed. It was obvious that he had lived a pretty good life after retiring from the army.

"I'm very sorry, Sir Watson." Johnny bowed slightly and apologized to the commander whom he admired very much in the past: "Although I respect you very much, especially you who were a hard-blooded soldier in the army... But please forgive me that I cannot fully agree with you at this moment. the opinion of."

“The corruption in this country may be rotten to the very bones, like a sore that grows close to the bones and is difficult to remove.”

"But even so, Great Britain, which seems to be decaying and decaying, is not a giant that our twenty or so remnants can contend with."

Johnny lowered his head slightly to avoid the gazes of his neighboring comrades and the deputy chief minister, and said hesitantly: "I'm very sorry, although I also feel that this country needs a drastic change... but, please forgive me for not being able to participate in it, I have now started a family of my own and have my dearest little girl, Rhea.”

"Now I just hope that for the rest of my life I can watch little Leya grow up and get married... Therefore, I have decided to stay away from those dangerous and turbulent lives. In order to fulfill these wishes, I even applied for a transfer. Leaving my security job at Whitworth for a lower-paying but more secure office job.”

"It is precisely for these reasons that I cannot participate in your revolutionary actions. I...I just want to live simply."

Johnny swallowed his saliva and raised his head resolutely, looking directly at his former commander, his red eyes flashing with fear, struggle and pleading.

"But please rest assured, I swear on the name of my mother Tangya that I will never disclose what I saw and heard tonight... So, I hope you can forgive me and leave the meeting. My daughter Leya is still waiting. Let me sing her a lullaby before going to bed."

"Of course there is no problem." Chief Watson said tolerantly.

He smiled and looked at Jonny, who was running away from the battle: "The goal of our revolution is to rebuild the glory of Great Britain, not to continue the current decadent rule and continue those painful bad habits."

“We don’t fight for slavery, we fight for freedom!”

“We don’t fight for privilege, we fight for equality!”

“We don’t fight for oppression, we fight for justice!”

"Freedom, equality, and justice are the goals we strive for."

"The society we wish to reshape is free! Equal! Just!"

"The rights and interests of any worker can be legally protected! Instead of being wantonly exploited by those damn evil capitalists,"

"Any soldier who sacrifices his life for the country will be given a proper resettlement, instead of just being thrown away as rubbish with a meager pension! The authorities should not even think about throwing us away like useless rubbish again!!!"

Chief Watson clenched his fists and rapped heavily on the solid wood table with his protruding knuckles. The dull rapping sound echoed, as if every blow struck the hearts of the retired soldiers.

Their emotions have been completely immersed in Chief Watson's speech, and they seem to be able to empathize with every word that Chief Watson said - although sometimes they can't understand some of the complicated words, but they all Being able to directly understand the meaning of the commander's words, it is as if the commander's thoughts are connected with theirs.

Everyone can clearly feel the rage, the indignation, and the resolute determination to fight against the power and darkness to the end!
  Watson looked at the old subordinates who were fully in the state, nodded slightly with satisfaction, took the wine glass that was filled by Murray, the nearest orderly, and drank generously, and continued to talk:
  “But the fight for power can never be achieved only by shouting slogans and crying and begging... A person who only knows how to cry and shout: ‘We express our strong indignation and protest’ is a baseless person without bones!”

“A revolution that only talks about it is as divorced from reality as an attic suspended in mid-air; a revolution that only consists of words on paper may collapse at any time like an egg pushed up... Violent means are indispensable for revolution. means!!!"

"If we can't destroy the decaying superstructure with thunder and pull down the dignitaries from their fixed class thrones...then we will never be able to raise our heads and puff out our chests!!!"

"We should use iron and blood to swear our power, and use the deafening sound of gunfire to regain our original honor!!!"

"Only through the baptism of blood and fire can the rotten and ailing Kingdom of Great Britain be reborn in the flames!"

"But it is destined to be a difficult and dangerous road, and I am ready to sacrifice for it... But you, my friends, you have already sacrificed for this country once."

"I will never force you to sacrifice for this revolution again... If any of my friends want to leave like Johnny, I will never blame you."

"After all, who would be willing to briefly give up the precious time they spend with their family day and night in order to regain the lost honor and respect, so that their children can live in a free and fair country?"

After Watson finished speaking, he just silently and slowly glanced at everyone present, and when they looked at them, they all punched their chests and roared ferociously like a hungry wolf.

“I, Murray Hanks, volunteer to follow you, let’s have a big fight!!!”

"Chief Watson said it well! I, Koseo Dulin, am willing to follow you to complete this great cause of the revolution!!!"

"How can such a big event be without me, Eureko Wallace?! Sir Watson, please rest assured that although my health is not as good as before, no one can take away my first position at the forefront of the charge!! !”

"I, Johnson, too..."

In the heated environment, this time even Johnny, who had chickened out, felt extremely excited. His face was as red as an iron embryo that had just been taken out of the stove. It only took a little beating to forge it into a sharp weapon. The blade of the sword.

He violently tore up the shirt he had spent a week's salary to buy, and roared like a crazed beast, "Fuck you! Count me, Johnny, too... Let us defeat those self-righteous dignitaries. !!!"

Watson applauded with satisfaction. "good, very good!"

"I'm so happy, I'm so proud!!!"

"In front of me, stand a group of real heroes! There is not a single coward or a weakling, they are all true tough guys!"

"In front of me, stands a fearless legion whose veins still have the unyielding blood of our ancestors flowing through them for thousands of years!"

"Struggle, shouting, resistance and conquest... this kind of blood once flowed in the blood vessels of our ancestors, and it is also rushing in our blood vessels now!!!"

"My friends, my comrades, tell me, are you willing to continue to follow me, just like we did in Furstein... once again feel the hearty battle until the last drop of blood is shed?!!!"

Watson responded with a roar that was enough to knock off the roof. The roar filled with fighting spirit reverberated in the small restaurant, as if these fearless soldiers were declaring war to heaven and earth!
  "Great, then let me introduce to you the sponsor of this dinner, who is also our former comrade--First Class Nero Bacchus!"

Nello, who was originally mixed in the passionate crowd, stood up and walked to stand side by side with Chief Watson.

Watson patted Nello's shoulder vigorously and continued to introduce: "Nello has just recently applied for a weapons and equipment production license and a manufacturer's qualification certification... His newly established Bass Systems Company is in the start-up stage. We need a group of trustworthy and capable people to help.”

"I know that the actual life of everyone here is not satisfactory, and I will never ask you to contribute for free in the name of revolution... You can join Nello's company first, and Nello will definitely not be stingy with salary and remuneration. .”

"Even if it is a good war horse, it must have sufficient food and grass if it wants to ride on the battlefield... Of course I will not let you fight an unprepared battle. I will provide you with the most advanced and top-notch weapons and equipment."

"You just need to concentrate on preparing for the battle. Soon, there will be a real battle waiting for you soon!"

"At that time, let those damn capitalists and those hateful politicians feel the anger from the people at the bottom!"

"This decadent country will usher in a painful change, but only by enduring the pain of this change can Great Britain usher in true rebirth!!!"

A group of revolutionaries applauded and cheered, applauding the wise and brave Chief Watson, and applauding Chief Watson who had the courage to change!
  However, they have never thought about why, if Chief Watson, whom they admire, really cares so much about their dignity, freedom and rights, why he has never thought of contacting them and helping them overcome their difficulties in the past few months.

A roll of toilet paper is worthy of being in the eyes of its owner only when it is truly needed, otherwise it is just a useless roll of toilet paper that can be discarded at any time.

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It was a little earlier.

It's still this little restaurant that no one cares about - but in fact, the business of the restaurant in the past was pretty good. Some customers who couldn't bear the cold and loneliness still came to drink at night. However, since at noon, there were already erected in front of the store and today it is reserved. Sign, the familiar drinkers didn't come to the door as usual tonight.

It was only afternoon at this time, but the restaurant owner, waiters and chefs who were supposed to be busy preparing were nowhere to be seen. The restaurant was empty, leaving only the mound-like pile of fresh meat and meat in the kitchen and the hot air smeared all over the floor. Soaring blood.

A fat, fat man wearing only a kitchen apron was silently wielding a bone-chopping knife. He struck it with one knife after another, cutting off the strong rib meat and making the solid wood chopping board clang. Hot blood flowed along the chopping board. The knife marks slowly left.

The weird man who was as fat as a meat mountain seemed to be the new chef, and his cooking skills were quite superb. He brought out a variety of delicious dishes one after another and placed them on the long table in the hall.

Bright red tartare steaks, stuffed lamb tripe, cold cuts, tender sashimi, roasted kidneys... This dazzling array of meats is enough to make any foodie feel hungry.

Almost all the cold dishes have been prepared, and now only the delicious broth is boiling in the pot - the bright color like red wine is quickly fading under the slow stirring of the Roshan Monster, and instead presents a certain Thick milky white color.

He picked up a piece of fat white fat and put it in his mouth to taste the saltiness...well, it was a bit too bland, but for those weak mortals, the taste was just right and the nutrition was not excessive. Otherwise, the diners would have eaten it on the spot. It wouldn't be nice to get caught up in cup-hungry and ruin his father's plans.

The Roshan Monster smiled with satisfaction, and his pair of special-shaped fangs pierced through the chewing muscles raised in joy. Matching his meat-mountain-like body shape, it looked like the tusks of a wild boar.

The weirdo murmured to himself: "Father, the banquet is ready, now only the wine is left."

Um--

A cold and ruthless voice resounded directly in the mind of the Roshan Monster. His consciousness also became drowsy with this voice, and he fell into a coma that seemed both life and death amidst the continuous buzzing and vibrations. .

But for Sebastian, it was as if he had returned to the cocoon of awakening, brewing crazy vibrations in the relative tranquility of death.

The Roshan Monster took off his dirty apron and came to a box of high-grade whiskey that he had prepared in advance. He slowly crouched down and the ugly horizontal scar on his forehead squirmed, and suddenly opened his eyes to reveal a deformed and huge round pupil. !

The dark pupil of the deformed naked eye vibrated slightly, and in a trance, it seemed that a black and skinny moth could be seen spreading its dark scale wings deep in the eye, and the scales containing indescribable coldness and malice were scattered like falling snow.

The fat body of the Roshan Monster began to shrink rapidly, and the excess mottled fat that stored surging power began to burn rapidly, or began to be given up to a great existence in the invisible, and sacrificed to the wild and dangerous, chaotic and longing. The code of insanity.

The weird man whose body was rapidly losing weight was uncontrollably convulsing and twitching, as if he was suffering from great pain that could overwhelm the sanity of a mortal. The deformed flesh pupils on his forehead seemed to be inevitably crying because of the surging pain.

Mottled teardrops dripped down one by one into the whiskey bottle in the box, quickly mingling with the crystal clear liquor.

This is the wine of moths, the wine of madness, the wine of insanity, the wine of abandonment of reason.

Nellobacchus walked into the kitchen and said apologetically: "I'm very sorry, but I have to trouble you to come forward in person."

Watson, whose body returned to normal, ravaged his adopted son's face, making it closer to his real face, "It doesn't matter, after tonight they will no longer be who they were before, and they will let go of everything in the past. Ushering in a true new life.”

"My subordinate understands that all these evil names and suspicions will be shouldered by me personally, and will never implicate you, sir."

　Part of Watson's speech was taken from Mustache's speech... Mothblade Heart is also exactly Mustache's nature.

　　
  　
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