Chapter 697： 697: The more you hit the more

"In addition to receiving retirement money, retired soldiers have a lot of farmland."

After Aslan said this, he was silent for more than a minute, his eyes swept sharply across every soldier on the square, and the coercion of the mentor-level powerhouse could not be released, and he was shocked.

"It has been three years since the ten-party alliance split. Over the past three years, there have been constant wars. How many relatives and friends we have lost, and our homes have been destroyed time and time again. As soldiers, you have fought on the battlefield to protect your homeland. As the comrades in arms fell by their side and were helpless, watching the homeland being destroyed by the enemy time and time again, it was the homeland that we worked so hard to build."

Aslan's voice grew louder.

"The so-called enemies are actually our own people, all of us from Cleveland. Many of you have been enemies just like me. Have you ever considered the reason for all this in the final analysis?"

The whole square was silent, and many people fell into contemplation.

"Nobles, the original old nobles, they lived a life of drunken gold and gold. They just wanted the people to continue to create wealth for them, but they never considered the difficulties of the low-level people. They were like vampires, constantly sucking the blood of the people on the territory. Their respective interests like to start wars at will, and fight for the honor of being a nobleman. How many of you are stunned to die on the battlefield because of this honor."

"So I'm here. Aslan Salamello wants to change everything. I want to build a new world. I want my people to have enough food and clothing. Let all my soldiers understand that soldiers are only for the people of the country. In war, the interests of the country and the people are above all else, and it is not that certain nobles prefer to start wars at will."

"You who are unwilling to retire, the lord thank you very much, but there is no farmland with enough manpower to cultivate, and it will eventually become a wasteland. If you want to create a new world, war and blood and tears are indispensable, and someone needs to work silently behind the scenes. No soldier hopes to wait until they are overcome, the original homeland is in ruins."

"The retired people are just working hard for a better future. You will no longer throw blood, but sweat. The creation of a new world requires the joint efforts of all people."

Aslan finished speaking, and once again finished what he had just said. This time the soldiers on the square did not hesitate anymore. Many fathers, sons and brothers pushed up their children and brothers one after another.

The father of the veteran smiled and patted the son of the recruit and said, "After I go back, I have to help your two brothers to support this family, and I can rest assured that I can go to the battlefield."

All of a sudden, most of the people walked out of the square, leaving nearly 160,000. Officers from the Unified Army Recruit Training Camp began to enter the field. All soldiers over forty years old were eliminated from the team, and tens of thousands of people were streamlined.

In the end, the remaining army is only in the early 100,000s, but the spirit is completely different. They will retrain. If the soldiers who are lucky enough to awaken their fighting spirit and become professional can be transferred to the unified army, those soldiers who have not awakened the fighting spirit will become the garrison. Those who are younger will also be sent to Baxia City to receive more complete training.

In the fortress monitored somewhere on the second line of defense, Cromwell stood in front of the window, quietly watching everything in front of him. He knew very well that Duke Durandal was over, because he would face not only the United Army, but also Thousands of people in Assian province.

"Commander, what should we do now?" Cromwell's adjutant asked nervously.

Cromwell smiled bitterly and said: "What can we do? Now the situation is far beyond our control."

"You shouldn't pretend to be dizzy at the beginning, maybe we broke through earlier." The adjutant said helplessly.

So if Sika was here, she would definitely be shocked by the adjutant's words.

Cromwell was so angry that he vomited blood and fainted. It turned out that he had pretended it all by himself.

"I won't faint, Sika dared to lead the army to surrender. The soldiers of the second line of defense will eventually stick to the line of defense, and then hundreds of thousands of soldiers will be able to survive the anti-Mei defense line." Cromwell took with him. Said endlessly with self-deprecation.

From the fall of the first line of defense, to the capture of the third line, Cromwell understood that they could not be able to defend it.

At most, it only lasted for a few more hours. In order to fight against the hundreds of thousands of officers and soldiers on the May line, he chose to faint. He knew that Sika had been in contact with the Tianping Chamber of Commerce a long time ago, and received many benefits from the Tianping Chamber of Commerce.

So Cromwell was very sure that as long as he fainted, Sika would definitely surrender.

For public and private, this is the best choice for him.

"The traitor Sika is now a guest of the United Army, but we are going to be under house arrest here?" the adjutant said dissatisfied.

Cromwell shook his head and said: "Don't worry too much, someone will see me in a few days, let's guess who it will be?"

"When is it all, and I am still in the mood for joking."

In the early morning of the next morning, nearly 200,000 captured soldiers each had ten brilliant silver coins in their hands, carrying their burdens on their backs and preparing to go home.

The veteran's father was named Ford by the captain of their recruit team, because his original name was Goupi, which was really ugly.

Although Ford looks very old, he is only 36 years old and falls within the qualification line of the garrison.

"After I go back, I will help the family work well. I heard the team leader say that our house has begun to divide the land. Don't wait for Lao Tzu to go back and there will be weeds everywhere." Ford said, patting his younger son on the shoulder.

The younger son nodded vigorously.

Altria stood beside Aslan and asked curiously: "Although these surrendered troops are not strong in combat effectiveness, they can still be used to maintain local security and defend the city."

Today the size of the unified army is only 500,000, and the garrison in Mellocks is only 500,000. In addition, there are 200,000 miscellaneous troops, 1.2 million troops, and want to control the entire Cleveland Kingdom Council. Very difficult.

"Haha, we have so many soldiers, and I will only fight more and more." Aslan couldn't help laughing.

These 200,000 retired soldiers are the best propagandists. They will tell what they have heard and seen, and they can confirm that the people who were allocated the farmland can be completely relieved.

As Aslan occupied more and more areas, the people received real benefits and naturally followed them more desperately, and even helped spread the news to other regions and even other provinces.

At that time, people from all over the world will wait for Aslan's army to arrive soon. At that time, does he still need to worry about the shortage of troops?

What's more, once the country stabilizes, it is impossible to maintain such a huge army.