Ark's Journey to the Demon God

Shen Muke turned to one side and said, "Alina, how is your propaganda work going?"

"There has been some progress, sir." Alina smiled and said: "We have found a new way of publicity."

"What is it?"

"Call up."

The phone calls were made by the political commissars who inadvertently discovered a new way to promote the Ursus Empire.

Thanks to the "benevolent government" of the Ursus Empire for hundreds of years, Ursus has very little communication infrastructure, so the empire's current communication capabilities are not too strong.

This backwardness is reflected in reality, causing the overall communication level of Ursus to become stratified.

Ordinary people living in wilderness villages can only rely on the most primitive letter writing, while the lower-level soldiers of various army groups can only rely on a kind of Originium antenna phone from the War 2 era if they want to send messages.

Of course there is an intercity network, but it is something that only the upper class can enjoy. It is generally used for communication between senior generals. Anyway, when Aktos was lurking in Qicheng, he had never seen anyone below the school level. Of the soldiers who have used the intercity network, they all make calls honestly.

"Our political commissars have studied it, and everyone generally agrees that we don't need to worry too much about the bias of the villages scattered in the wilderness."

Alina smiled and said: "In Ursus, except for the landowners and nobles, no peasant likes the empire."

"We just need to send some teams to go deep into the grassroots. Those fellow villagers will see the benefits of the integrated movement, and there is no need for any publicity to them."

"What we want to focus on promoting is actually the bottom of each group army, because after the empire's massive recruitment, a large number of recruits at the bottom are children of poor families. Most of them are in their youth, just like many of our comrades."

"Such people are in a period where their ideas are changing rapidly. At this time, if we promote our ideas to them, the effect should be good."

Shen Muke nodded. Alina was right. Young people are indeed the most important force in revolutionary work. The so-called sun at eight or nine o'clock~

"So, we want to promote our ideas to those young soldiers through phone calls?"

"That's right." Alina said with a smile: "Previously, Miss Corusil from Rhode Island shared many advanced technologies with us, including telephone communication."

"We sent some teams to find the phone lines buried by the Ursus Empire between various mobile cities, and connected them to their phone lines, so we can call them."

Is this an ancient telecom fraud?

Shen Muke suddenly had an idea that made him laugh a little.

"Well, the method is very good, but we must also ensure that the content is valuable. When we promote it, we cannot just preach. We should also include something that is both educational and entertaining."

"for example…"

"Some little show."

……

In this world, there is a saying that worship is the furthest emotion from understanding.

This point can be made clear when we apply it to the dialogue between the two civilians at the end of "Flower Garden".

When the monastery of Ambrosius drove to Lateran, when the people in the monastery were imagining life in Lateran, what they thought of was: "Are they going to give everyone a hoe and everyone will plow the fields, or are they going to Give everyone a gun and let’s go hunting together?”

People at the bottom don’t understand what the upper class is. They only associate things with what they understand. For example, the hoes used to cultivate the land in the emperor’s family are made of gold, and the emperor’s family eats white-flour steamed buns every meal...

The same is true for Ursus today. After the emperor and bureaucrats monopolized everything, the lower-level soldiers who were recruited had no idea of ​​their own future. They were coaxed onto the battlefield.

"We can create some programs to let them see what the luxury of the upper echelons of the empire is." Shen Muke said with a smile: "The most fearful thing in this world is that the people know everything, and the people in power can tell everything."

"We can turn the empire's extravagance and debauchery into stage plays and movies. I heard that the imperial army generally likes to show some movies to relieve the stress of soldiers? Then let's add fuel to the fire and let them divert their stress."

"Movie? Stage play?" Everyone looked at each other, and Tallulah couldn't help but said: "Teacher, we currently don't have such talents in our organization. When making movies and stage plays, there must be a director..."

"Who said that? We have it!"

boom!

The door opened, and a fiery red figure appeared in everyone's eyes. Nian stood out holding a folding fan and wearing sunglasses!

"I heard that we are now short of a director?"

Chapter 63 Terra’s oldest telecommunications fraud

As we all know, Nian has three major hobbies:

Hot pot, mahjong, directing movies.Skirt⑥⑨④⑨③⑥①④⑤

However, this hobby has rarely been touched since I came to Ursus in [-]. As for the reason, of course, it is because I am too busy with the integration work.

The localized hotpot in Ursus is not to Nian's taste, and mahjong can only be played with three to four people. As for movies, don't even think about it.

The work of integrating the movement is trivial and time-consuming. Although Shen Muke thoughtfully arranged work for Nian in the engineering department, the same steel and gears still drained Nian's enthusiasm for work. This flaming dragon girl urgently needs a little bit of work. New fun.

However, the fun is here.

"Directing a film for the Integration movement to promote its own image and criticize the empire is a good job~"

Shen Muke said with a smile: "Nian is still very active in this aspect."

"..."

"Why didn't you speak?"

Nohisi looked around, leaned into Shen Muke's ear, and said, "Sir, how do I remember that Miss Nian's directorial skills... are not very good..."

Although Nohis was very quiet, he was still caught by Nian. His painted arm pressed Li Boli's head, and Nohis, who was not good at physical combat, was pressed on the table:

"What are you talking about? Little Edwin~"

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"Nian...Miss Nian, I was wrong..."

"Okay, let him go, Nian." Shen Muke said with relief: "As for the promotion of movies and stage plays, I will personally supervise them in the future. Don't worry, everyone, this will be a good work."

"That's right, and I've already decided on a name!" Nian raised her lips and loudly and proudly announced to everyone the title of the work she had been preparing for a long time: "The Burning Prairie: Ursus Storm"

"...Sir, how about we discuss this issue again?"

"Hey... let's discuss it again."

……

beep-

"Hey, this is the Infantry Intelligence Department of the Fifth Army. Are you..."

"Hello, I am a citizen of Southern Ursus and I would like to talk to you."

"puff……"

"Don't hang up, don't hang up, just listen to me."

"What else is there to say?" The soldier who answered the phone looked around and said, "You think I don't know who you are? You are an integrated movement, right? Do you know that there are disciplines in the army that do not allow Communicate with you!”

"Why not?" The political commissar on the other end of the phone said with a smile: "Your superior, what is he afraid of?"

"...Let me tell you, I have no interest in the conflict between you and the empire." The soldier said frustratedly: "I am just an ordinary person. I joined the army because I wanted to earn a living. I just want some military pay to go back and live my life. No other ideas.”

"You are right, brother, you are right, everyone has the same idea." The political commissar on the opposite side smiled and said: "Who wants to fight? Isn't it good for my wife and children to have a hot bed?"

"You think so too? Then hang up the phone quickly. I don't want to be targeted by the military governor because of this..."

"Okay, okay, I'll die soon, but I have to ask you...how many years have you been fighting?"

"I'm just a new recruit, assigned to this position because of my literacy...I mean, I've only been in the army for two months."

"Two months...then has the empire paid you military pay?"

"...No." The soldier was silent for a while and then replied.

"So, the military salary promised to you by the empire has not been paid yet, so why are you still fighting for the empire?"

"This...maybe after some time..."

"How many days will it take? Will it be possible to send it after a few days?" The political commissar on the other end of the phone joked: "In a few days, the empire and we will start fighting on the frontal battlefield. How can we survive on the battlefield with heavy artillery fire? It’s all a problem, will anyone give you military pay?”

"Don't be stupid, brother, isn't this the typical behavior of the empire trying to spread the pie?" the political commissar advised seriously: "They sent you to the battlefield but didn't give you any military pay. Doesn't that explain the problem?"

"What else did the empire tell you? Is there anything else about getting promoted to a higher rank?"

"...That's what happened."

"Oh, do you think it's possible?" the political commissar said with a smile: "You can't even pay an ordinary soldier's salary, so you actually believe in promotion? Think about it, how many people are there in your army? I remember the fifth There should be about 15 people in the army group, right?"

"…Yes."

"Oh, out of 15 people, how many of them can really survive to be promoted to a noble rank? In the 1000-year history of the empire, the number of noble surnames in the empire has not exceeded [-]. Isn't this fact enough to explain the problem? ?”

"How can you ensure that you can live a good life, with a one-in-[-] chance? Your life has no end!"

"Stop talking, stop talking..." The soldier was gradually driven into despair by the political commissar on the opposite side. He realized that he had reached a point where he was at the end of his rope, not only now but also in his future.

"what do I do…"

"It's very simple. Put down the phone now, find an opportunity to leave the military camp, come to Chernobog in the south, and find our organization."

The political commissar smiled and said: "Our organization is expanding. You have to find a way to find us and join us. Of course, if you can, you can also bring your family and friends."

"Then...if I join you, I can..."

"I will not promise you a promotion or promotion. That is a trick of the empire's gentlemen." The political commissar shook his head and said: "But I can promise you that you will be in Chernobog, here in the Integration Movement. , you can get a job, an eight-hour job a day. With this job, you can support yourself. If you do well enough, you can also save some savings to send to your family. Your family will be fine. ?"

"I...I don't have any family anymore..." the soldier said in frustration: "In the year of the Battle of Blood Peak, my father and two brothers were taken away by the empire, and they died on the border of the Eastern Kingdom...My mother also died a few years ago. Let them go."

"...sorry, brother, I didn't know..."

"No, you don't need to apologize. After hearing what you said, I figured it out." The soldier wiped his tears and said, "My family members were all killed by the empire. Why should I sacrifice my life for them?"

"I will find an opportunity to leave the military camp and find the Integration Movement!"

"Well, that's great... We've been on the phone for too long and I need to hang up."

"Okay, okay... After talking to you so much, I feel that my heart is a lot brighter..." The soldier smiled reluctantly and said: "If possible, wait until I get to Qicheng, and we can chat together again."

"That's no problem, I'll prepare wine and barbecue to entertain you!"

"...can we still eat meat after integration?"

"Oh my god, brother, what kind of life are you living like this..." The political commissar said, somewhat dumbfounded, "As long as you come, you will have both wine and meat!"

"Well, I'll be there soon..."

Conversations like this occurred countless times in the next more than half a year. The integrated political commissars knew very well what these imperial soldiers needed.

Promotion of official position?Gold and silver treasures?

These big-headed soldiers who came from a poor background have no idea about this at all. They are used to living a poor life and are not interested in the empire's pie-making behavior. All they expect is a bottle of wine that is not cloudy and a piece of flavor. Just greasy barbecue.

After a series of propaganda work of the Integration Movement, a new trend of thought spread among the Imperial Army.

It can be summarized into two sentences:

As soon as I thought of it, I felt that the world was vast.

Chapter 64 Scandalous propaganda

Ursus Holy Castle, in the palace.

Feodor rarely relaxed today. In the past few days, he had been troubled by the increasingly corrupt situation in the empire. Finally, after the empire launched an intensive recruitment campaign, the imperial army expanded from more than half a million to a full 90!

This huge army gave Fyodor the confidence to put his past failures and humiliations behind him.

I finally have time to relax, ah, the weather is so nice today...

Fyodor opened the screen comfortably, connected to the intercity network, and then... saw a red spiral logo on a black background.

"puff!"

After the logo, there is a small theater of about half an hour. The show opens with a gorgeous palace background, and then a short, ugly and funny actor appears in a gorgeous robe.

It has to be said that Nian is still very talented in some aspects, such as the creation of stereotypes.

The image of the Ursus Emperor she designed was completely incompatible with Fyodor himself, but this stereotype had a huge impact on the people.

How do you say that?

People don't believe that a bandit leader can be called Mu Zhi. People are more willing to believe that his name is Mazi. People are more willing to believe that he has pockmarks on his face.

The same logic can be applied to the emperor. The working people of Ursus believe that the emperor of Ursus is a man who wears gorgeous clothes, is violent, flamboyant and cruel. As for his appearance...

Years of exploitation and war have left the people of Ursus unbearable. They are more frightened when they see the soldiers and nobles of the empire than when they see jackals and Sakaz in the wilderness. Therefore, among the people, people's impression of the emperor is Very poor.

Don’t think that all this is just Nian’s own imagination. In fact, when Nian was designing the character, he deliberately found many people in the streets and alleys of Qicheng to participate in his creation. This character can finally take shape, and the people who put forward their opinions are indebted to it. without.

In the palace, Fyodor stared. He watched the funny figures jumping up and down, and watched the generals, noble lords, and parliamentarians appear on the stage like a revolving lantern. The gorgeous clothes and absurd behaviors of those people formed the atmosphere. With a sharp contrast, the whole article highlights one theme——

Empire is not a thing.