The Memoirs of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 272
Li Ang dropped the microphone casually and walked forward.

Kicking, kicking, the Oxford leather boots stepped on the stone slabs of Trafalgar Square, crisp and melodious, until they stepped on the blood flowing from the blood slave officer's body, the footsteps seemed a bit draggy and sticky.

He lazily put his hands in his pockets, whistled out of tune, and walked up to the British soldiers, just like a tiger overlooking a lamb, admiring the bewildered expressions on the soldiers' faces with playful cold eyes.

At this moment, the general just got up from the ground, his face was full of pain, he clutched his waist and abdomen, and moaned in pain.

He saw the English masses, the ones he had sworn to defend, dispersing into every street of the city.

What happened tonight was not a dinner party, or painting and embroidery, but cold, bloody, pure violence.

Violent actions are never equal to "decent", "elegant" and "beautiful".

People roared, roared, clenched their fists, and waved into the air.

Their blood boils in their blood vessels, and their anger burns in their chests, completely burning out the few remaining things that remain law-abiding and follow the rules.

They need to vent.

Venting means bleeding, death, chaos, and disorder.

Everything made the general heartbroken. He looked at the chaos in Trafalgar Square, looked at the blood slave officer who was hung by the crowd from the street lamp, and listened to the fanatical and clamoring slogans. He closed his eyes in pain. Two lines of tears flowed.

"The British Empire, the British Empire is going to be destroyed!"

Li Ang looked at the general's heartbroken expression with great interest, and said casually: "Flesh is like grass, glory is like epiphyllum, grass will wither, flowers will wither, but death is not the end, just like truth will last forever.

Nothing lasts forever, General, and the British Empire may rise from its ashes.Who knows? "

The general opened his eyes suddenly, broke away from the soldiers who were trying to support him, and glared at Li Ang.

There is no need to ask simple and stupid questions such as "Who are you?" or "What is your purpose?" The soldier's premonition of wandering between life and death tells him directly, standing in front of him at this moment This V-shaped geek in the past is the mastermind behind all this.

Thousands of words were brewing in the general's chest, and in just a few seconds, he had deduced hundreds of possible dialogue processes that could follow.

From wagging their tails and begging for mercy, begging the other party to stop and stop causing trouble; to scolding the other party with righteous words and motivating his subordinates to draw their guns and shoot at the other party;

However, reason told him that all this was in vain.

All the resistance and struggle are in the calculation of the other party, and even the idea of ​​resisting and struggling is the other party's own desire.

The overall disparity in information and power made the general completely desperate, but in this situation, he calmed down instead, resisted the severe pain in the waist and abdomen with willpower, stood up with difficulty, straightened his body, and said slowly: "Your Excellency, no matter you Whoever you want, you have succeeded so far. You have succeeded in using your wits and means to set London on fire."

Li Ang grinned, "I'm not proud of this, if you plan to use flattery to please me, I'm afraid you will be disappointed."

"indeed."

The general shook his head slowly, "Even if we use all means, sacrifice everything we can, and put up the most tenacious resistance, in your eyes, I'm afraid it's just futile, isn't it?"

Li Ang raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Then you are going to surrender?"

The general pursed his lips tightly, and he scanned the noisy and fanatical crowd, with a flash of relief on his face, "In 1917, the cruiser Aurora on the Neva River in St. Cannon fired at the Winter Palace. This is the first shot of the October Revolution.

There is no revolution in the era of breech-loading guns, and the people alone will never be able to defeat a professional army with sophisticated weapons. "

The general paused for a moment, looked at the people in uniform, and said calmly: "Since your Excellency can give the people the force to resist the blood race, you must have considered the factor of the modern army.

If the Sanguine were determined to carry out a carpet-style saturation bombing of London, how many people would survive? "

The general stared at Li Ang with sharp eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Your Excellency is a genius, and what this talent of ingenuity brings is a certain degree of ruthlessness.

Those beautiful things that can be understood and cherished by mortals are worthless garbage in the eyes of geniuses.They will always use contemptuous eyes, trying to control the crazy beast of the 'real world'. "

The general paused and said calmly: "The real world will struggle endlessly. No matter how hard you try to control and domesticate, the real world will eventually throw you to the ground, trample you back and forth with its iron hooves, and tell you a cruel truth-people always There is a limit, one day, reality will have a cruel and decisive backlash against you"

Li Ang grinned, and said indifferently: "General, no matter how much you talk at this moment, it's just the whine of a defeated dog. No matter if you use the case of the Aurora, pointing at the sidelines and naming your desire to surrender;

Still beating me with the sassy words like 'reality is a beast' to show your value of use;
None of them can affect my judgment. I don't look down on the so-called military forces you represent, and naturally I can't mention recruiting. "

The general's face turned red, and he extinguished his thoughts of surrender after being perplexed, so he could only say with a straight face: "Your Excellency, you are thinking too much."

"Hehe," Li Ang smiled casually, turned around, and ignored this British general who felt good about himself.

regular army?A pro-human element in Britain's top bureaucracy?

I am afraid that these people are all on the fence, falling on both sides.Support whichever side has the advantage, and support whichever side promises greater benefits. If these dignitaries are really allowed to join the violent revolution, I am afraid that the fruits of the revolution will be stolen in minutes and a new interest will be cultivated. class.

Say one thousand, say ten thousand, they are just speculators, they have no fighting spirit, let alone faith.

The general was stunned, he could only stare at Li Ang's disappearing figure in resentment and helplessness, unable to say a word.

The soldier on the side stepped forward hesitantly and asked, "General, what should we do next?"

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The general glanced around at the only remaining British troops, and found that most of the faces of these big-headed soldiers were shining with excitement and longing.

Have even these British soldiers who had sworn absolute allegiance to the Queen betrayed their honor?
The general knew very well that if he insisted on confronting Li Ang and the 800 million London residents, he would only be crushed to pieces.The only way out is to have enough chips in the chaotic situation only by mastering modern strategic lethal weapons.

For example, the Queen Elizabeth, which is moored at the mouth of the Thames
"Come on, let's stop resisting and grab the boat."

(End of this chapter)