Chapter 1388 1360. The combination of riots cannot afford to delay
"Will they attack the peasants who provide their infantry? Will they attack the various guilds of craftsmen and merchants? Will they attack the free towns?"
Before anyone else could react, Demavi fired off a barrage of questions.
This question is not only spoken quickly, but also speaks directly to people's hearts!
Suddenly, the expressions of the other kings became unnatural.
They looked at Demavi in surprise, as if they didn't understand why he asked such a question. But under those superficial and easy-to-understand expressions, they all knew that several people present were thinking about something else.
Something not very easy to express.
"Why are you looking at me with such dumbfounded eyes?"
Under the gazes of the other four people, Demavi seemed to be the one who should be confused. He turned his head and looked around.
It wasn't until the pretended surprise of these people subsided quietly that the very deliberate doubt on his face also subsided.
"Okay, there's no point in pretending anymore." Demavi put the beer glass that he had placed on his stomach when he was half-lying on the table.
"Rumors have spread: It is said that in the occupied areas of Nilfgaard, farmers and craftsmen will live better, they will be freer and richer, and the merchant guild will also have privileges that are not available in the north."
"And our markets are almost flooded with Nilfgaardian goods. In Brugge and Verden, the Nilfgaardian florin is replacing the local currency as the currency in circulation."
"If things go on like this, the Nilfgaardians won't have to use force at all, they will be able to turn us into paupers in a commodity dumping ground."
"Not to mention that now, a continuous riot is breaking out in my kingdom." Demavi said in a low voice.
"There are peasant uprisings in Aedirn every year." Vizmir comforted softly, "Isn't this uncommon, Demavi? Just suppress it."
But the old king of Redania's comfort didn't seem to work.
Demavi just looked at him coldly.
"I said, there's no point in pretending anymore, Vizmir. If you really didn't know, then Dijkstra should be beheaded by you now for dereliction of duty."
The king of Aedirn turned his face.
"This uprising is different. You are right. Every year the farmers in my kingdom revolt, and my court and vassals and I suppress them year after year."
"But I don’t know what’s going on this year! I just don’t know what’s going on! This uprising cannot be suppressed! Instead, it is spreading more and more widely!"
"Damn it! Now in Aden, those farmers have joined forces with the Scoia'tael!"
Even now, Demavi is still surprised when these words come out of his own mouth, as if he himself cannot understand them.
"The human peasant mob and the inhuman race's Scoia'tael! They have merged! Who can believe it? Who can?!"
"When I heard it, I didn't believe it! My court didn't believe it either! No one believed it! But it's true!"
"I saw it with my own eyes! The Scoia'tael dwarves rescued the rioting human farmers. The human farmer's children grabbed the wounded elf guerrilla by the waist and dragged him away!"
Foltest and Vizmir were silent, but Meve and Henselt narrowed their eyes.
The intelligence agencies of Redania and Temeria are very strong, and Demavi did not say these words to them at all.
In fact, they both know these situations.
Of course, decisiveness and bravery can also turn into recklessness. But here comes the even more valuable thing: this respectable woman also has the responsibility to pay for her actions, admit defeat, and the ability to learn lessons.
So at this juncture, the four male kings with handles on their bodies all looked at a queen.
"I bet that there are actually many such situations among us in the palace, your majesties."
Miwei crossed her fingers and leaned on the back of the chair.
"There is an atmosphere of unresolved in the air. For example, in my court, my husband will be thinking about how to sleep with an extra maid. My marshal will be thinking about how to make himself famous in history. My advisor wizard will imagine that he is running the country. Just Even the clown is gloomy and boring, suddenly worried about his long-lost self-esteem and unwilling to act ugly. "
"They all looked at me tentatively to see if their master was sick today. He had neither the energy nor the mood to get angry."
“But if I put my mind to it, I can show them what I can do!”
"My determination can make the city wall shake! Then all those stupid thoughts in their heads will be cleared away, and their eyes will suddenly become clear!"
Miwei's hands fiddled with her large gemstone necklace.
"Now, the Nilfgaardians are also watching us, in this unresolved atmosphere. Stupid ideas are sprouting in many people's minds. So, now we must also show our determination and ability!"
"Destroy the Scoia'tael!" Henselt responded quickly as if he was waiting for these words, "Let's launch a huge joint military operation to baptize the inhuman race! Let the blood of the elves flow from the source of the Gwenrich River to Flow to the estuary!”
"Send a crusade to suppress the free elves of Dol Bretanna." Speaking of the elves, Demavi gritted his teeth, "Send the troops in two directions, and there is another to go to the Broklon Forest to destroy the tree spirits! If there are any that are not dead, throw them into the protected area!”
"Send Kraz An Quite to the Nilfgaardian coastline!" Vizmir said, "He has sworn a blood oath to avenge Calanthe and his wife. This is a good time to show your strength!"
"It's not enough." Foltest shook his head, "These are not enough. We need. I know what we really need."
"Then tell me quickly! Every minute and every second, the entire north is getting more and more shaky!"
"Cintra."
"What?!"
"Take Cintra back from the hands of the Nilfgaardians!" Foltest said seriously, "Across the Yaruga River, the only way is to cross the boundary and fight to the other side! Only in this way can we show strength, otherwise Who can be restrained?"
"But we just said that the Yaruga River is a natural chasm, and there is nothing we can do about it."
Demavinane said.
"That's something the Nilfgaardians can't do." The Temerian king seemed to have straightened out his thoughts at this time and spoke quickly. "The landing point, the radiation range of the military stronghold, and the number of ships. The key to crossing the river is all on our side!"
"The Nilfgaardians cannot transport tens of thousands of people to the other side of the river in one go. If they are not capable of transporting soldiers, they will be slowly eaten by us. But we have this ability! Not to mention the advantage of sudden attacks!"
"And" Foltest mused, "don't forget the Massacre of Sintra!"
"Even if you have forgotten it, neither the people of Cintra nor the Skellige people have forgotten it! To this day, there are still large-scale guerrillas fighting against the men in black in the land of Cintra! We will get support when we fight there ”
"And the most important thing is"
The king, the handsomest of them all, looked around.
"I remember that the highest existing noble title in Cintra belongs to a friend we all know. Once it is possible to recapture Cintra."
At the end of the sentence, Foltest did not finish.
But deep thoughts already appeared in the eyes of the other four people.