For the rulers of the empire, the exploited, damaged and humiliated lower classes of the people are the source of their dignity, wealth, power, the centripetal force of the ruling class, and so on, as the old man Voss said, it is impossible for them to abandon the basis of this ruling structure, so sooner or later the sober rulers will discover a historical law, or a physical law related to the spring, and the resentment in the hearts of the untouchables who occupy a large base of the population and the desire for a better life will inevitably gradually develop into fierce resistance.
Since it is an inviolable law of history, we have to accept and find a way to control this fluctuation within a certain range, which can not only release the energy accumulated after the spring is pressed, but also not let the release process be too violent, and directly shatter the golden hands that compress the spring.
Resistance and repression are always bloody and brutal, the Imperial Imperial Family does not want to see black blood flowers blooming everywhere in the vast territory, unorganized resistance may seem unpowerful, but placed in countless galaxies, it will make the army and officials exhausted, and the Imperial Family seems to need these untouchable soldiers who dare to rush into battleships with shoddy weapons to wear down the strength of the proud and disobedient remote nobles As a result, a mature and powerful resistance organization became not only the need for the ultimate victory of the untouchables, but also the need for the imperial family to maintain its rule.
Beginning many years ago, the master of the Heavenly Star Palace and his powerful and iron-blooded army began to allow certain respected rebel leaders, especially moderate leaders, to grow freely in the realm, silently watching and even secretly helping them organize disciplined groups.
While the nobles of those remote galaxies trembled before the rebels, the royal forces sent by His Majesty the Emperor descended from the sky like saviors to save them from danger.
When the ranks of the rebels grew stronger and stronger, His Majesty the Emperor ruthlessly used the most iron-blooded generals and soldiers, and did not hesitate to slaughter entire cities and pile up hundreds of thousands of heads, but also to suppress this momentum.
When the rebels were at a low ebb, His Majesty the Emperor gently proclaimed benevolence, rebuked the nobles everywhere for their lawlessness, killed a few emaciated chickens, and enveloped the hearts of the untouchables with the glory of holiness, and the generals or soldiers who had carried out bloody killings naturally became shameless sheep to deceive His Majesty.
When the Resistance is forced into the city and gradually expands its influence at the bottom of society, it really threatens the rule of the royal family, or the palace owner is unwilling to feed the resistance and wants to replace it with a group of less threatening and incompetent opponents, then he will raise the butcher's knife again.
During the more than 700 years of the Bai Hibiscus Dynasty, countless resistance organizations were born, grew, and then destroyed along with the tide of history, and countless protesters who had gone from automaticity to self-consciousness to the most determined protesters were reduced to ashes in this boring and tragic repetition process, and all the differences were only the names of the resistance organizations.
This process is like a greedy farmer planting thousands of acres of fields, facing the weeds like a prairie fire, he has no way to hoe all the weeds in the field, he would rather have a thought, wisdom and accurate purpose in the weeds, attract and lead the weeds in the rest of the fields to concentrate all their strength, and grow densely until they surround the farmer's own home.
At that point, a lawn hoe or a fire will suffice.
There have always been many accidents in the long history, and for the rulers of the White Hibiscus Dynasty, this great purpose, which had been formulated since the beginning of the dynasty, had gone out of control many times, and the angry and powerful resistance groups had almost succeeded in overthrowing the decaying empire on several occasions, but the successive masters of the imperial palace still adhered to this policy to this day.
The latest harvest was a relatively long process, probably starting with the assassination of the previous emperor by Li Pifu and the new emperor's succession, followed by King Catonshire's wielding butcher's knife across the universe, and then the recent story in the ghetto.
Tens of thousands of Teichi and secret police rushed into the ninth arrondissement southwest of the capital, and the dilapidated buildings that were not normally the focus of attention from any nobles became the focus of all attention for a few days.
More than 600 members of the resistance group disguised as people from all walks of life were thrown into gloomy secret prisons, and many more people were arrested and shot, and as for the casinos and factories that were used as secret bases by the underground resistance organizations, they were even more miserable and bulldozed into ruins by engineering mechas.
Xu Le stood upstairs and looked at the smoke and dust rising from time to time in the distance, as well as the cries of civilians who were injured by stray bullets, his brows were furrowed very much, and he forgot to take a puff of the cigarette between the middle finger of his right index finger for a long time, and the soft and neat cigarette ash trembled gently, and it could fall at any time.
Contrary to the judgment of the Imperial Ministry and the Intelligence Agency, the group that escaped from the repair shop did not immediately leave the capital and disperse into the dense forests and mountains in the south, but continued to stay in the slums.
In these days, Xu Le and the resistance fighters changed eleven hiding places in a row, and finally found a rare opportunity to rest.
The slums of the capital are too large, and there are too many people of all kinds in it, and no matter how pervasive the Empire's sweeping and harvesting operations are, it is impossible to sweep all this endless dilapidated neighborhood, because His Majesty the Emperor cannot let the soldiers kill more than a million people.
No matter how cheap a human life is, once it reaches a million, it will always have some weight, not to mention in Imperial Kyoto, just like in a field that has been burned to black charcoal, God will always mercifully leave a few potholes and a few lucky grass seeds.
In an excellent hiding place, silently watching the tragedy in front of him, Xu Le, who had watched for dozens of minutes, had his eyes a little astringent, frowned and shook his head, and then lowered his head to look at the cigarette that was about to burn to his fingers, and was silent.
Seeing the half of the dwellings that the poor people had spent countless long and humiliating lives earning collapsed, seeing the few poor belongings in the dwellings being crushed to pieces by the mecha tracks, seeing the members of the resistance groups or innocent people involved in the streets being taken away like cattle, and many people being taken directly to the streets to be shot, blood flowing like water No one was in a better mood, even though he was a federal officer.
Intellectually speaking, he should immediately start thinking about how much strength the Resistance will have left after this round of purges, how much action will be left in other galaxies, especially the border galaxies, how much benefit it can bring to the federal forces, and whether there is no need for that cooperation to continue, but the scene that is happening in front of him really makes him unable to think about these things.
In particular, the courtyard by the small pond, which was cleaner and fresher than the surrounding buildings, made him very worried.
He had lived in that warm courtyard for more than half a year, and what would happen to Aunt Susan and Paul naturally made him uneasy, but fortunately, the courtyard had been eerily quiet for the past few days, which made him a little more relieved.
"Ready to go."
Qi Dabing poked his head out of the chamber and said with a tired face.
Xu Le nodded, took one last look at the small courtyard, carefully extinguished the cigarette roll on the railing, quickly checked the weapons on his body, and turned to leave.
He had promised his aunt that he would tell her when she left, but now it seems that this has become a luxury.
Huai Cao Shi is also leaving.
The battle on the front line was very fierce, she should have been left to take a battleship to support more than ten days ago, and now hundreds of new wolf tooth mechs are already in the star, and as the supreme commander and the strongest combat power, she is still forced to stay on Tianjing Star.
The strong desire to exterminate the underground resistance organization and kill Xu Le could not make her stay endlessly, and before leaving, to the surprise of all the subordinate officers, she did not enter the palace to bid farewell to His Majesty, but came to the chaotic slum area and came to a quiet courtyard under the arch guard of more than ten mechas.
Aunt Susan looked at the emperor with a pale face and a cold expression in the courtyard, and she didn't dare to speak loudly like Pingyuli, but nervously grabbed her son's hand and pulled him behind him hard.
In these days, she was a cheerful and even a little rude, and she had been a little nervous by the screams and cries and gunshots outside the hospital, she didn't know why the cold-blooded soldiers who had been killed by these days rushed into her small courtyard, and vaguely thought that these soldiers were here to find the poor black-haired nobleman Thinking of this, the hand holding her son tightly became extremely cold, and began to tremble.
A young imperial official with an aura of indifference, escorted by many people, walked in, he glanced up at this ordinary courtyard, frowned slightly, took off his military hat and rubbed his slightly curly black hair.
Aunt Susan took a few deep breaths, bravely took her son's hand and came to the imperial official, squatted down with the standard commoner etiquette to meet the nobles, and said, "It's a great honor" An officer whispered to the side, "This is Her Royal Highness the Princess." ” Hearing this name, Aunt Susan and Paul, who had been staring angrily at the soldiers, froze in place for a long time.
When they were about to kneel in a panic, Huai Caoshi squinted her eyes and waved her fingers to stop their movements, and said calmly, "No need. ” In the next ten minutes, His Royal Highness, accompanied by Aunt Susan, visited the small courtyard, and looked at the audio-visual players that were very famous on the black market with great interest, and she did not ask a word related to Xu Le during the whole process.
Before leaving, Huai Caoshi took out an old notebook from the pocket of her military jacket, was silent for a moment, looked at Aunt Susan, who was stiff, and asked, "Do you have a brother who joined the expeditionary force, his name is Arthur?"
To be continued: