MTL - Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds-Chapter 865 Don't let them be cows and sheep again

"It looks like I've done something thankless again."

Hearing what Kant said, Dong Tianming glanced at the Chapter Heads who were following, and smiled wryly.

One thing to say, indeed.

As a famous minister of Aurora, his veins flowed with the ambition to be loyal to the monarch and patriotism, and to help the world. Choosing the bright master and assisting, but controlling the affairs of the king and the world, and winning the names of his predecessors and his predecessors, have been transformed into instincts imprinted in the depths of his soul in his decades of life experience.

And Kant is what he considers the Son of Heaven.

Throughout Aurora, the dynasties and dynasties, from the founding monarch to the Zhongxing emperor, the so-called Ming emperors, Yingjun, great emperors, and heroic lords in the history books, their great achievements and magnificent deeds once made the young Dong Tianming cover up. Reminiscing, fascinated. But in the past few months, in the far port, he witnessed the changes that Kant brought to the world, and from those small details, he understood the master's governance philosophy and ambition, and it was like seeing higher mountains, wider The world knows the limitations of past kings.

The situation created by the Far Harbor is better than the legendary rule of the ancient sage king. It gives the people education, wisdom, courage, and strength. This is what Kant did.

The monarchs of all dynasties, in terms of clearness and decisiveness, in terms of lofty knowledge, in terms of compassion from the Sacred Heart, in terms of ingenious means, and in terms of bravery and invincibility, in the eyes of emperors and teachers, none of them can be compared with Kant.

The prosperous world created by the Ming monarchs will also pale in comparison to the glorious atmosphere of the Far Harbor.

With the potential and background that Kant has shown so far, I am afraid that he will be able to conquer the continent and lash the world in less than ten years. He seems to be a person who should not appear in this world. He has the ability and ability to make all kings and famous generals despair - Dong Destiny knew that Kant's coming into the world was not a game of imperial tyranny with the emperors. All his might and efforts were aimed at confronting more terrifying enemies.

Then, such a person should become the only emperor in the world without any suspense. With strength and compassion, he will gather the prayers, trust, and reverence of the people, and be crowned as a god-like emperor.

He is not only the king of the world, but also the goddess admired by all people.

Only in this way can the loyalty and devotion of the people be used to the greatest extent, and all the forces of the mortal world can be gathered to fight against the torrent of destruction from the star palace.

In Dong Tianming's view, this is the only way to win, the most sensible choice, and a sacred path almost tailored for Kant... Become a **** in the world, a mortal supreme.

After Kant built a heroic seat like a heavenly palace in the world of white mist, the emperor thought of this while being shocked - the great road, crowned in glory, this is the holiness that rules the world.

Start with the army.

The first steps on the road to greatness were taken when the Chapters that held the power of violence transformed their faith and support of Kant into a fanatical belief.

These soldiers would become Kant's original and most loyal followers, and would fight more zealously in the ensuing conquests, grabbing more territories and followers for their new god. Their belief in Kant will also spread and spread to the far port, gradually affecting more mortals, until it converges into an unstoppable general trend, gradually engulfing the vast continent, and then Kant will be crowned king, combining kingship and theocracy For the sake of one, the nations will fall at his feet and give him all of themselves.

Only in this way can we squeeze the power of the people to the maximum extent, so that everything serves to meet the star palace, so that the shallow and lazy mortals will have no distractions and dedicate all their sweat, tears and blood.

Because you have to win.

If you lose, everything will be meaningless.

Dong Tianming thought so.

He also felt that the situation should develop in this way, and he hoped that Kant would become the supreme emperor.

- But Kant said to his soldiers, I am not a god.

He looked at Kant who was in front of him and sighed: "You don't have to do this."

Ordinary people are stupid, shallow, deceitful and changeable, narrow-minded and selfish, so they need a merciful and strict father to guide them, otherwise they will be a mess of sand and useless.

With the pattern and measure of most people, they don't care whether their leader is a king or a god, and they don't want to take the initiative to think and make up their minds. They only need to hold the knife in the left hand and the grass in the right hand, and then tell them what to do. Make them obediently surrender.

Why bother to say something meaningless and do something superfluous?

"They won't understand." The Emperor emphasized, "It doesn't do any good."

Kant looked at him with a smile that Dong Tianming couldn't understand: "If you can't look back seventy years, how do you know they won't understand? How do you know that there is no benefit?"

"I don't understand." Dong Tianming hurriedly followed Kant and persuaded him in a low voice, "I don't mean to make you a clay statue, I just want the military and civilians to respect and trust you more. What's wrong with that?"

Kant still smiled: "I don't know if it's good or bad, but someone knows. I'm just imitating clumsily, and I'd rather choose this than the unknowable future."

"…Who?"

Kant didn't answer, but just laughed: "Mr. Dong...you know what? Thousands of people kneel down and pray devoutly. For me, it will never be as wonderful as the scene just now. Although they can't understand me, but Willing to start thinking, willing to salute me, thinking of my good all the time."

After he finished speaking, he left Dong Tianming, his body flashed and jumped away.

Behind Dong Tianming were two marshals, A Fu slowed Horus for half a beat, and was snatched by the stupid, flattering brother who snatched the "salutation" and snatched the "favorability degree" that originally belonged to her, and was unhappy. Upon seeing this, he said loudly, "Dad, do you want to see the operation of the medical system? Ah Fu worked very hard!"

A beam of light shone down and took A Fu away.

Horus, who appeared in the shape of a Terminator-like metal skeleton, came to Dong Tianming's side, and his heavy cloak shone and swayed, revealing a ferocious and icy figure.

It said: "In my experience, my father would never change his mind. Higher status means greater responsibility, which he neither interested nor advocated. But there are thousands of types of mortals, some are smart, some are People are stupid, and some can germinate their own wisdom after enlightenment, while others are accustomed to letting themselves be directed by others, and mad believers sometimes play a very good role... Maybe you can try to prove it."

Dong Tianming was at a loss for a moment, and then his eyes moved to Horus.

The field marshal just showed a terrifying smile with the head of the metal skull, sent a message, and then jumped away through Sarana's secondary authority.

The emperor was thoughtful, bowed his head and pondered.

- Marshal Horus is the lord's adopted son. When the lord's identity was slightly cold, he depended on him and fought side by side with him. His feelings were really deep, as can be seen from the salute just now.

So, is this some kind of hint?

The good daughter took Kant's hand and took her dear father to visit the medical system.

From the five-star medical institution of the soldiers in the Far Harbor to the Datongpu, a field hospital captured by the council, A'Fu has advised and participated in its construction and operation. Compared with Iron Son, A'Fu knows a lot.

After all, Ah Fu's predecessor was a fully functional advanced surface combat ship, with a lot of skills in medical, intelligence, combat, logistics, etc., while the prototype of Horus was just a civilian vehicle, even if it swallowed many fighter jets later, compared to Ah Fu Fulai is still a little worse.

Today, the field medical system and trauma rescue system have been tested in actual combat and have made great achievements, reducing the casualty rate of the Far Harbor army to an outrageous level.

"Dad, Dad, the videos, tutorials, and papers on operations such as frostbite, burns, penetrating injuries, and amputated limb splicing are all compiled by Ah Fu!"

"Thank you so much for helping me a lot."

"Dad, Dad, Ah Fu helped finalize the publicity plan for the wounded soldiers in the council!"

"It's great to have your help."

"Dad, Dad, the response procedure of the trauma rescue system is also optimized by Alfred!"

"My daughter is amazing."

"…"

Afu paused for a while, then suddenly smiled wickedly, tipped up his silver high-heeled combat boots, and leaned into Kant's ear: "Dad, dad, nurses change their trousers to stockings and skirts, it's my order!"

Kant was startled and overjoyed.

"—A'Fu, you did a good job! You did a good job!"

The good daughter gave a silver bell-like laughter and hugged Kant: "Dad wants to see me wear it?"

Ah this...

Kant said sternly: "This is not very good."

Although Ah Fu is a ship's mother, there is no blood relationship at all... but it is still very unscrupulous.

A'Fu was not annoyed and lost, his eyes turned slightly, and he stood on tiptoe and spoke in Kant's ear.

"Dad, Dad." Her fair and beautiful face revealed a charming smirk, "Want to see the sisters in Chaosheng Manor wear it for you?"

"…"

Kant swallowed: "It's unlikely."

Except for Tina who has no problem and the gorilla who is ignorant, the other girls in the manor are not some fuel-efficient lamps, and they will not wear the wind together and dangle in front of him like this. "

Then Alfred said-

"I can help my father to persuade them to dress like this... Said that my father is very tired and needs rest and relaxation, ask them to dress like this and give my father a 'surprise'..."

what.

Such a sweet little jacket.

really...

Kant raised his finger: "Is it all you need to press Horus into the deep sea?"

A'Fu burst out laughing, and immediately hugged Kant softly: "No, my father is really tired, and I also hope that my father can relax... It must be not easy."

After all, from beginning to end, my father didn't like war or murder.

"It's okay." Kant was stunned for a moment, and then replied, "I will get used to it, and I should get used to it early."

Ah Fu just hugged Kant tightly, his cheek against his arm, and said quietly: "Sure enough, all the beautiful girls in this world should dedicate themselves to their father unconditionally."

Kant silently put his arms around his daughter's shoulders: "...A'Fu."

"exist!"

"Tell me a few more words..."

So, I reconfirmed the medical system with my daughter.

The core of the medical system, of course, is the clinical treatment stage.

The medical methods of the other world are very different from those of the earth. Because of the lack of theoretical support of modern science, it is still between ancient empirical medicine and modern experimental medicine. There is a fatal problem holding back the progress of medicine towards modernity and that is...

Their herbs and spells are so **** good.

Souri, you can do whatever you want with magic.

Mortal's laudable Potions and Healing Spells will serve as auxiliary means, as a supplement to Earth's medical technology, but to accomplish this feat, a series of theoretical studies and clinical practice are still required.

Far Harbor does not lack herbalists, priests, and healers, but it lacks experienced Earth doctors with formal medical education, but Kant has a way.

There are doctors in the White Mist World.

Not hired, but taken captive. There are a total of 86 medical staff on Earth in the White Mist World, all of whom are of a very high level, especially proficient in life support and wound treatment, and have rich clinical experience.

They are from England, from London.

To be precise, from that equestrian center.

The twisted banquet held by the minions of the round table, the well-dressed big men gathered to enjoy the blood and twisted pleasures unimaginable by mortals. They bought slaves, kidnapped civilians, and tortured them wantonly for fun. If the prey died halfway, it would undoubtedly be very disappointing. , so experienced doctors are needed to keep the playthings alive and maintain and take care of their "works of art".

The doctors of the equestrian center are partly hired with huge sums of money, and the other are zealots who are themselves degenerate. They turn a blind eye to evil, and use the achievements of hundreds of years of exploration and innovation by generations of medical workers for profit and even for fun. tools, breaking the Hippocratic oath.

Deviance from the oath is not an uncommon phenomenon—if all physicians throughout the ages upheld their professional ethics to the highest standards in all circumstances, the Hippocratic oath would never have arisen, nor would it have been cited as an oath declaration, Thousands of years later, it is still mentioned from time to time.

And with Kant's smashing of London, these sinners also got their due retribution. Only a small number of people were killed on the spot by the furious Kant, and most of the degenerates were captured by the paradox torrent back to the White Mist World as a lamp to burn sin. candles, savoring the severe pain they have inflicted on innocents.

These people have different identities and possess different experiences, skills and secrets. Under Kant's torture, they have already revealed all of them without any reservations. Most sinners are sinking into almost eternal punishment and pain, but the skills of a few people Occasionally comes in handy.

Like this time.

Those depraved healers have mastered the finesse and skill of the Far Harbor.

So they were able to temporarily escape from the cruel punishment and exchanged their skills for a reward - not a reduction of the sentence and freedom, but a temporary relief from pain during working hours, which was enough to make these once respectable high-class people. Seen as a precious gift, people are actually animals.

Under multiple surveillance, they were ordered to act as mentors and demonstrators, teaching all their knowledge and memories to the healers of the Far Harbor, and then endeavoring to heal.

Kant assigned them a desperate number—basically equivalent to all the innocents who died in the equestrian center, multiplied by ten, and after treating so many people, they could die as mortals.

Of course, this is not the only way to steal a teacher and learn art. How can you forget the beacon of freedom. The field hospital at the tripwire base is full of soldiers, and everyone has a variety of injuries. All treatment plans and drugs used are recorded, which can be perfectly applied to the treatment of wounded soldiers in the Far Harbor.

Although this is less fair to American soldiers who were wounded for no reason...

- But since the U.S. imperialists can get and use the experimental results of 731 without any guilt, and thus forgive those demons, it is only natural for the Chinese to ask the U.S. imperial soldiers to make some trivial sacrifices for medical progress and world peace. Well.

One last check, everything went well.

The medical team is limited in size. The wounded soldiers who need surgery are lined up in the static force field. The wounded soldiers in Far Harbor who have been treated and are recovering are walking in wheelchairs in the scenic Great Lakes region. The installed TV was so excited that these country bumpkins didn't know the real routine was coming, and they would soon hear the story of Heroes.

Kant returned to Far Harbor, the mayor's office, and Hong San's personal terminal played the previous speech.

He still understood.

"My lord." Hong San said softly, "Do you want to reconcile with the emperor?"

After all, Kant said that he would not start a war for his own sake.

"Think beautifully!"

Kant said abruptly: "The golem production line and technology have already been obtained, and the truth department is testing and improving. I only said that I would not let them be involved in the war of my own selfishness, and I did not say that I can't fight the empire alone. . If that old boy shakes me, he must hang him on the brightest street lamp!"

Hong San sighed: "I still need to reconcile."

"Don't worry about it, wait for the emperor to show his sincerity."

"Can…"

Kant was silent, his eyes changed, and he was silent for a long time, and said softly: "He will understand."

At the beginning, he was full of loyalty and joy, and he wanted to pick the most powerful empire in the world, to make their king bow his head and pay for the painful death, but he had already seen the war with his own eyes.

"Have you heard the recording, you know what to do, don't let them think of me as a god."

"Yes."

Looking at Hong San in front of him, Kant was silent for a moment.

"Hey," he said, "your master doesn't quite understand it, you should understand it."

Hong San raised his head and smiled: "My lord, we climbed out of Valentine's corpse together. The promise and ambition of that day will not be forgotten until now."

Looking at each other, they spoke in unison.

It was a commission from a deceased.

"Don't let them be cattle and sheep again."

Time passed, day and night changed, and in the vanguard position, the horn of the council resounded in the field again.

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PS1: I'm in Shanghai, the hotel is coding, the next door is bang bang bang, and there is even a room in the corridor playing the advanced game of S, M, and M, while Lao Tzu is coding, gan.

PS2: I originally wanted to wake up and write again, but I have to review it in the morning, and I will probably still not be able to sleep well. I simply finished writing this chapter. Tomorrow’s update will probably be in the morning the day after tomorrow. Months, I hope it will come to an end tomorrow, and I will have to pull my teeth and **** when I go back to Hangzhou.