"General!" A soldier came in and timidly handed something to Lang Ning. Lang Ning took it and glanced at it. His face suddenly turned red, and he slammed his fist on the table. Fortunately, he didn't release his combat power, or the table would have been smashed on the spot.
"What's wrong?" Léger raised his head in astonishment.
"Those damned Cavemen! They always find ways to make trouble for us! "Lang Ning took a deep breath and handed the paper to Léger." Young Marshal, please take a look. "
Léger took the paper and flipped through a few pages. He said in astonishment, "We occupied Nuremberg with zero casualties, and then more than 200 soldiers died in the past few days?"
"Yes."
"Cavemen did this?" Sunier asked in surprise.
"Take a look." Léger handed the paper to Sunier again.
Sunier read it carefully. Compared with other cities, Nuremberg was a purely multi-racial gathering place. The largest population was not humans, but cavemen who had no visual organs. Cavemen had the lowest status among the abyssal races. The other races, such as Minotaurs and Evil Eyes, were not productive. They only lived by killing. For thousands of years, the heavy burden of labor had always been on the shoulders of the cavemen. Every time there was a war, the cavemen had to play the role of cannon fodder. However, this race's personality was a little strange. They showed a deep sense of servility to the abyssal races, but they were extremely cruel to the intelligent creatures on the ground.
There were about 70,000 cavemen in the city, nearly half of the population. The intensity of their resistance was far greater than that of the Abyssal Sirens, Minotaurs, Evil Eyes, and other superior abyssal races. Even female cavemen and children picked up weapons and kept attacking Riptide's soldiers. It could be described as "pouncing forward and pouncing on the back".
It was like a lowly prostitute suddenly using extreme violence to attack her customers. The huge contrast was stupefying. Instead of reflecting on what they had done wrong, it was better to think that they had gone mad!
Moreover, Nuremberg was not an ordinary city. Cavemen were born to be good at digging tunnels, and they were used to living underground. The underground of Nuremberg had almost been hollowed out by them. It was undoubtedly very disadvantageous for human soldiers to pursue them in the dense tunnels like a spider web.
"Is there someone behind this?" Sunier asked.
"No." Lang Ning shook his head and said, "I've been paying attention to this since the first day. If there really is someone plotting in the dark, then it must be the Minotaurs, Evil Eyes, and Abyssal Sirens. But go to the captive camp and take a look. Those guys are all very obedient."
"The number of missing people … has already reached 400?"
"Yes, if they go missing here, their chances of survival are pitifully small." Lang Ning smiled bitterly. "To be precise, we've lost more than six hundred soldiers."
"Is this a difficult thing to do?" Han Jin was a little puzzled. "If there's one caveman causing trouble, you kill ten of them. If there are ten cavemen causing trouble, you kill a hundred of them. I don't believe that they have the courage to continue fighting against us."
Everyone's eyes were focused on Han Jin. Only Guevara smiled. Han Jin asked curiously, "What's wrong?"
"We can't do this," Sassoux said. "Then what's the difference between us and Zagunéd?"
Han Jin almost laughed out loud, but when he saw the serious look on everyone's face, he realized that something was wrong. "It's just killing some cavemen. You don't have to make it sound so serious, right?"
"If they resist, we can kill them, but we can't hurt the innocent," Sunier said softly.
This was also the principle of the Elves. Of course, just like Guevara's condemnation, it was just a principle to comfort himself. Although the Silver Pegasus Army did not kill civilians, they had directly or indirectly killed countless people.
Han Jin paused for a moment, then smiled. "Then what do you think we should do?" It was not that he was cruel, but it was because he did not see the cavemen as humans at all. Moreover, there was a saying, "Those who are not of my race will have different intentions." Even different races would have a huge difference. What about different races?
"We should talk to the Minotaurs and Evil Eyes and let them persuade the cavemen." Sassoux said. "The cavemen are the most servile race. They won't dare to disobey the orders of the superior races of the Abyss."
"Do you know how to solve the problem?" Han Jin sighed. "The most important thing to solve a problem is to simplify a complicated matter, not to complicate a simple problem!"
"I agree with Raphael." Lang Ning said. "We don't have much time. We have to leave Nuremberg in three days at the latest and advance to Black Raven City. Let the Minotaurs and Evil Eyes persuade them. Is three days enough?"
"We will personally hunt down the cavemen who are causing trouble!" Léger said. "They are only using the tunnels to fight against us. Raphael and I should be able to deal with them."
"What about tens of thousands of cavemen? Just us?" Han Jin laughed.
"Then what do you think we should do?" Léger kicked the ball back to the table.
"The hatred between us and the Abyss races has existed for too long. This hatred cannot be resolved by persuasion. If we want to resolve it completely, there is only one way, and that is to destroy them," Guevara said slowly.
"This is Zagunéd's way, not ours." Sunier said coldly. Although she had already apologized to Guevara for her rudeness, she still insisted on keeping a certain distance from him.
Guevara smiled and slowly walked to the door. "Lang Ning, take me to the barracks."
"Yes, sir." Lang Ning was stunned and hurriedly walked over. Sometimes, there was no way to keep a secret. After Guevara's identity was exposed by Sunier, the entire army knew that there was a Dragon Knight in a very short time. This was very good for the army's morale, but it also created some unexpected problems.
"You guys sit down first. I will follow you." Han Jin stood up. Guevara had given him a hint just now. Obviously, he had something to say to him.
After leaving the door, they walked straight east along the street. Riptide's barracks and the captive camp were here. Guevara did not say anything and just walked slowly along the street. Han Jin and Lang Ning followed behind him in confusion.
Coincidentally, when they were about 200 meters away from the barracks, they met a group of soldiers who were escorting the captives. In the middle of the group, there were more than a dozen Subterrane Dwellers who had just been captured. The tough ropes could deprive them of their freedom, but it could not deprive them of their ferocity. Almost none of the Subterrane Dwellers were willing to accept their fate. They all struggled with all their might and made a series of incomprehensible sounds. The soldiers had no choice but to knock them to the ground and forcefully drag them away.
"Wait," Guevara said.
The group of soldiers hurriedly stopped. The captain respectfully saluted and said softly, "General, sir, is there anything I can help you with?" He did not know how to address a Dragon Knight, so he could only use sir instead.
"It must have taken a lot of effort to capture them, right?" Guevara laughed.
The captain could not help but touch the visible scars on his face. He smiled bitterly and said, "Sir, our luck is not bad. Yesterday, almost all the members of the seventh squad were injured. Now, a few of them are still bedridden."
"Raphael, actually … your method will not work," Guevara suddenly said.
"My method?"
"Release that Subterrane Dweller." Guevara pointed with his finger.
The captain was stunned and looked at Lang Ning with a questioning gaze. When he saw Lang Ning nodding, he hurriedly walked to the Subterrane Dweller and untied the ropes himself. As soon as the Subterrane Dweller regained his freedom, he bared his fangs and brandished his claws at the captain. However, the captain was already prepared. He raised his leg and kicked the Subterrane Dweller to the ground.
The Subterrane Dweller struggled to get up, only to be kicked down again, and then get up again. After repeating this several times, he finally exhausted all his strength. However, his mouth never stopped, and a string of incomprehensible curses came out of his mouth.
Guevara walked in front of the Subterrane Dweller and slowly stepped on the Subterrane Dweller's head. The Subterrane Dweller twisted his body and then grabbed Guevara's leg. He opened his wet mouth and bit Guevara's leg with all his might.
"Listen to his voice carefully," Guevara said calmly.
Han Jin and Lang Ning could clearly hear that the Subterrane Dweller's voice was filled with fierceness and hatred. Guevara slowly used his strength. The Subterrane Dweller's head gradually changed shape. Then, with a bang, it shattered like a watermelon on the ground.
"Release that Subterrane Dweller again," Guevara said.
Every Subterrane Dweller repeated the actions of their companions. Even though they knew what was waiting for them, they would not give in. Their screams were getting fiercer and fiercer, and their actions were getting more and more intense.
"You don't understand the Subterrane Dwellers. You always like to look at them with the eyes of other humans. That's not a good idea, "Guevara's eyes became hollow. No one knew what he was thinking." Whether it's persuasion or threats, neither is a good idea! "
"Then what should we do?" Lang Ning asked.
"I've lived for more than seventy years. Do you know what the biggest lesson I've learned is?" Guevara said softly. "Don't trust other races so easily, including dragons and elves. Little guy, I don't mean to provoke you. What I want to say is … our hearts are different from theirs. Hearts … do you understand?"
"I've been to the underground world, to the Dragon Realm, to the Moonlight Forest, to the desert. I've been to many places, so I know more. Follow me, I'll tell you some interesting stories."
Han Jin and Lang Ning looked at each other. They could see the shock in each other's eyes.
"Although some things can't be seen or touched, they are more important than anything else." Guevara's old voice sounded. "For example, the Dragon Knight will never ride his own dragon to attack the Dragon City, and the elves will never offer the Spring of Life to any race …"
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