Fantasy Starting from the Stone Age - Chapter 164
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Episode 164. Then we have no choice but to prepare for war. 2
The goal of the Dakkerutang Olchaun was to increase the happiness of the people.
The scope of the Datang has gradually expanded both in territory and culture, but it has always lived for the same purpose. The happiness of all the families.
The best system they could think of was a communist welfare socialist system where they took a lot from the rich and gave it to the poor and everyone else.
It ran smoothly for 20,000 years thanks to its ‘incorruptible leadership’.
And the newly inaugurated Dakerutang Shujorumiya Liwaduwan has only one goal: to win the war.
To win the war? You must increase your military power. Liwaduwan must squeeze out all the nation’s capabilities to create the strongest army, just like the old Shujore Alliance did when it was on the verge of collapsing the great Datang.
“But aren’t we already squeezing the country’s capacity to the limit? We’ve maintained the quarantine system while sacrificing the happiness of the people.”
“Marech. (Originally, Liwaduwan called Marech as his older brother, but now Liwaduwan is his superior.) There are still resources that can be used.”
“What is it?”
“Life, support, and reason.”
“?!”
If the goal of All Chaun was to prevent the deaths of as many citizens as possible, then Liwaduwan was an author who would sacrifice half of the citizens in order to save half of the citizens.
And while the original Datang tax system was to first measure the size of the fields and the harvest and harvest of that year, and then collect only a portion, and recognize the ownership of the rest as belonging to the people, Liwaduwan did the opposite.
First, the quota of donum, grain, and other supplies is set for each village in proportion to its population.
If you don’t meet your quota, you can conscript villagers and drag them away until your quota is met. This will reduce your population until you reach your quota.
Then what about the accumulated discontent? It was too harsh, especially for the Datang people who were accustomed to lenient taxes and customs. This was resolved through agitation.
“All of this is because of the evil alien races that are plundering our lands! Peace will not come to our Datang until they are all driven out!”
Through Hakan, they put out propaganda to the outside world. Propaganda that there is a bad country outside that is beating the Datang, and that there is a good leadership that can no longer shed tears and demand sacrifices from the people.
It was a great success. The people, despite the insulting treatment they received from the state, vented their hatred on the outside.
It is the best virtue for a soldier who has to go to the battlefield. Hatred of the outside world, resentment of the invading forces. Liwaduwan is grinding the government support, the happiness of the people, and the mental health, and is filling up the number of donums and soldiers that is unimaginable compared to the past.
Naturally, a riot broke out.
“The Holy Land is filled with protesters. Where in the law is this kind of treatment?”
“Martial law is in effect. The Medakbo Law will be suspended until martial law ends.”
“What if I refuse?”
“Execute.”
“uh…….”
“For now, I’m not going to do it.”
“I see. Then come on. You do it.”
“Me, me?”
“What? Am I not the ultimate decision maker? Follow my orders.”
After much thought, Ol Chaun goes out and persuades them. Then, as a representative, he protests and takes Orotbe away from the pureblood Daton who is crossing the line of the people.
“?!”
“You little punk. The situation is so dire right now, why are you saying something like that?”
“Oh, all right. I’m a pureblood. A pureblood who has risen to the rank of Dutan… … .”
“I know. That’s why I’m punishing you. Liwaduwan told me to kill you, but I’ll give you some choices. The first option is to just follow the government’s orders. I’ll even return Orotbe. The second option is to be dragged into the battlefield without any mystery. Which one do you like?”
Dutan cries and begs for the fire to be returned. Ol Chaun’s authority still lives on. Liwaduwan tells him to kill him as an example, but Ol Chaun simply cannot do that.
Anyway, it doesn’t matter as long as you obey absolutely.
“During martial law, instead of the complicated Medakbo Law, the following decree takes care of everything.
1. All citizens are soldiers. All existing decorations and positions are not recognized and are replaced by military ranks.
2. All orders from superiors must be obeyed without fail, and any soldier who does not obey will be subject to indefinite hard labor.
3. Soldiers who arbitrarily fabricate orders will be subject to indefinite hard labor.
4. The punishments for crimes specified in the existing Medakbo Act will be replaced entirely with confiscation of property and indefinite hard labor, eliminating complicated trials.
5. Any soldier who refuses to perform labor will be put to death.
6. Medals earned through specialization will be maintained even after martial law is dissolved.”
There are only a handful of laws that can be counted on one hand. Well, Patchar could do that. It’s a ridiculous provision.
In any case, the martial law system was enforced with truly reckless force.
There were those who rebelled, but they were all suppressed by the existing military. The suppression was not just suppression, but the infamous skewer-shaped statues were erected around the village to show their cruelty.
“You don’t like this kind of unfair treatment? Just win the war. As soon as I win the war, I will step down.”
The resentment of the people of Datang has turned into fraud and is boiling over.
We will kill all the fucking foreigners and find peace.
Datang during this martial law period. Come see for yourself.
Nono is an ordinary mixed-blood Daton. He was originally a farmer who farmed and raised livestock in the village.
But they failed to meet their village quota. The quota given to their village was so low that if they had given all they asked for, the village would not have enough food to last a year.
“Now, wait a minute. Are you taking them all? Then what are we going to eat and live on?”
“That’s a good question. Just enlist.”
“yes?”
“If you enlist, the number of villagers will decrease, so the quota will decrease. And since you’ll be given food, the people who are left will be able to eat more.”
“So, at least half of the village men should enlist… …?”
“Oh. Oh. By the way, women are not drafted. They have to have children. Only men, not old people or children, are drafted. But if you go to the military, you will never starve. What are you going to do? You are a grown man.”
Then the men of the village will dry up. They think for a while, and then they say, “I don’t know. I’ll just spread my seeds among the women of the village as much as possible and believe that someone will bear them a child, so they go into the army.
I thought I would learn mysteries when I joined the army. No way. Physical training is the top priority. And obedience to discipline and formal training are the top priorities.
The orders were not unreasonable, but if you disobeyed an unreasonable order, you were beaten unconditionally, and you were made to eat and train until you gained stamina and your whole body became muscular.
“I feel like I’m becoming a soldier now.”
If you go to Giruak, you will have to grind until you reach the level of a daughter, and then your training will be over.
According to the aptitude already determined, the man is trained as an ostrich cavalryman. The man’s qualifications are quite good. If he were poor, he would definitely be an infantryman.
“Ostrich Knight?”
“Datun-Nono is small in size and weak in strength. However, he has high affinity for spirits and can move incredibly fast with Nono’s racial ability. You will be given a military wind ostrich and an Orotbetbe.”
“Ta, ostrich and orotbetbe… …!”
The man was making a fuss for no reason. The ostrich is a rather expensive livestock. If it is for military use, it is no different from a famous horse in other countries.
Even Orotbetberani. Isn’t that a mystery that you can only have with a 6th grade medal?
“From now on, you will be a messenger running through the fields, and will be in charge of ambush the enemy’s rear units. From now on, you will be a 7th-grade apprentice scout. If you are successful, you will be promoted to 6th grade, and you will receive stronger spirit water and stronger spirits.”
The man swallows. Apparently, it would maintain his pre-war honor. In other words, if he achieved military success, he would become a Dutan who holds the Orotbe through the direct descendants of Moji Palera, and could rule his own village, or even his own province.
The men are trained to death and become elite scouts. They are then deployed to roam the inside of the Datang and kill Enrakisho’s minions who pour out from underground.
A man fights to the death as an ostrich cavalryman, striving for honor, until he is captured and killed by a giant dragon that comes from the underground. The honor of killing the dragon goes to another Daton.
This is the original law for soldiers. However, the names of men who have risen to the 6th rank are written on the memorial stone in Mainnirun. It is too far to go to Hochukoi.
Unfortunately, this guy is also a Nono-Datton, but unlike the one I just explained, he doesn’t receive the grace. He is dragged to the front lines.
Right at the southernmost point of Shujor, the breakwater fortress.
“What did you do in the past?”
“I did woodworking.”
“You’re a craftsman. Good. From now on, you’ll be working in the engineering corps.”
Luck is also bad. The number of people who died in this breakwater fortress is innumerable. It is a crazy place where tens of thousands of mad Penkant troops come in every few days, but Liwaduwan is blocking them with millions of Datolin and the overflowing Nono tribe in Datang.
“Over there, over there.”
“huh?”
“Why don’t you use the Lulmo tribe? They are stronger.”
“Because the Rulmoi are stronger. We should go up to the northern front rather than a place like this.”
“… … .”
“Battles here are fought with money, not strength. Most of the work is done by transporting cannons to charge magical tools, repairing fortresses and breakwaters, and remodeling various devices.”
“Well, but if you cross the breakwater.”
“That’s why I trained. If you don’t want to die, you have to work hard to stop it. But there’s a good thing. You can eat a lot of Pencant meat.”
“Aren’t you guys human?”
“Then starve.”
The breakwater fortress was a nightmare. The Pencant offensive seemed to have no end. After a day, even the seemingly sturdy fortress was left in tatters.
It has to be repaired in one day. Two or three people die each day during construction.
But I will do it even if I die. Even if I literally die, I have to do the maintenance on that day and die. Otherwise, the Shuzor jungle will just break through.
Daton, who was a woodworker, was stabbed in the chest by the spear of the polar Iyakan who climbed up the breakwater while his magic tool was not fully charged. Iza’s name was already written down before he came.
In fact, the death of Nono and Datorin was intentional by Liwaduwan. If he had wanted to, he could have arranged his army to prevent them from dying. With some elite soldiers.
“It’s such a waste of elite soldiers. And Nono and Datorin are too many in Datang… …! They are few in number, grow quickly, and their bodies are too fragile. In order to win a protracted war, we must first reduce their numbers and reduce the consumption of supplies.”
In reality, Nono and Datorin are not noticeable because of their small size, but resources such as food, clothing, housing, and administrative power are being wasted unnecessarily.
Liwaduwan is desperately trying to reduce the number of this inefficient race by insisting on winning the war. Nononono, didn’t Hakan protest? Liwaduwan sent Hakan to be the head of Penkant Fortress.
If you work hard, the Nono will die less, he said. Hakan gathers all the monsters and music magicians he trained at the extreme and maintains the front line by using mysticism to the point where the instruments break every day.
Casualties here range from 5,000 to 10,000 per week. Occasionally, when a large army comes, 100,000 people are slaughtered.
Datang literally sacrifices the lives of Nono and Datorin to maintain the breakwater fortress. The soldiers fight with evil in mind, acknowledging that Penkant meat is truly the most delicious meat in the world.
It wasn’t just Hakang, the other Anlairs were in a similarly dire situation.
Datang in a total war system. What are the other Anraiers’ situations? And what about the next Chaun?
Let’s check it out for yourself now.