Whoever Wants This Wretched Land Can Have It! / The Serfs Decide to Blow Up the Nobles!

Did they really think that the nobles in the colonies would grow wheat or other grain crops?

These things are important, but they don't make money anymore.

Victoria certainly didn't lack spices, but that doesn't mean other countries didn't.

The aristocratic industries in these colonies mainly involved growing coffee and cotton, which, while edible, provided very little energy.

In order to suppress rebellions among their subjects, the Gaul nobles could not possibly store large amounts of grain in their territories, so apart from the nobles, everyone else could only eat until they were half full.

But it doesn't matter, Huang Cao can lack food, no matter what else it lacks.

Food is precisely what most stimulates ordinary people, and the nations of Ark are the epitome of the shortcomings of all nations.

The vulnerabilities are simply unimaginable; Huang Cao is full of weaknesses at a glance.

Especially the nobles of various countries, who were practically unrelated to ordinary people.

If it weren't for the immense boost that bloodlines provide to a race, such oppression would have already sparked a rebellion in my previous life.

However, with the development of technology, the oppressive power of bloodlines on lower races is gradually decreasing.

The development process was similar to that of the previous life. The advent of firearms allowed knights who usually flaunted their power to sit down and have a proper talk with the serfs.

Anyway, as long as you hit a weak point, you're dead. The manufacturing cost of guns and bullets is much cheaper than a set of plate armor.

Even if the Knight also has a gun, it doesn't matter; at worst, we can exchange fire and trade one for one.

In the past, even dozens of serfs with simple tools might not be able to break through the knight's armor, especially when he was on horseback.

After the development of firearms, no matter how fast a warhorse ran, it couldn't outrun a bullet.

As for the issue of beginners' proficiency in using firearms, it is not a big problem. After all, the use of firearms is not that complicated, and moreover, when firearms were first developed, their structure was actually quite rudimentary.

Huang Cao had already sent specially made crossbows to the Gaul colonies.

Firearms are too difficult to manufacture, while bows and crossbows are much simpler, and their power should not be underestimated as long as the distance is sufficient.

In order to counter the armed suppression by Gaul, Huang Cao made some special modifications to the crossbows, attaching a piece of Originium to each one, or more accurately, an "Originium Grenade".

It is very simple in appearance, and given enough time and no fear of death, it can be made by serfs, thus absolving them of suspicion.

"Even if the Sargon Royal Family saw through my intentions, they could not possibly send troops to seize the colony of Gaul. The significance of a slave rebellion and the recapture of a colony are completely different."

"I understand, but this weapon..."

Kal'tsit looked at the Originium crossbow on the table, its blast radius clearly marked.

With a range of 20 meters and an blast radius of 30 meters, is this really usable?

Moreover, it uses a high concentration of Originium, so even if someone is lucky enough to survive, they will definitely get Originium Infection, starting as a severely infected person.

"So this is a battle with no return, and I told the serfs who wanted to rebel from the very beginning."

Success or failure, it's all the same—I'll die anyway. But if they survive, I'll take responsibility for their medical care and transport them to my territory in Victoria.

"If they unfortunately perish, their families will be sent to Victoria to live as ordinary citizens. Although they will continue to farm, at least they will not have to worry about food and will have a free status."

The living conditions of ordinary people in his territory can be said to be the best in all of Terra, even Lateran and Yan Country are far inferior to his.

Huang Cao then added, "Change will inevitably be accompanied by bloodshed, whether from the enemy or from our own."

Kal'tsit said dismissively, "But it's all because of your desires. You want this colony, don't you? And for that, you chose the cruelest and most drastic methods?"

As if he had heard a joke, Huang Cao couldn't help but chuckle.

"Kal'tsit, of the two of us, you are the only one who has no right to point fingers at me from a moral high ground. Do you need me to continue digging up your dark history?"

"When you led a multinational coalition to invade Kazdel, did you ever care about the working class on the verge of bankruptcy under the roaring gears of the army? Weren't those who were forced onto the ship of war also their parents' precious children? How dare you say such things now?"

"You never cared about these things before. All you cared about was your lofty ideals. You never looked down at the ordinary people struggling to survive in the torrent of the times."

"Change will inevitably be accompanied by bloodshed and sacrifice, and even if this chaos is caused by my desires, I believe I have done everything I can."

"At least I'm willing to sacrifice my own interests to ensure their future, while you've never thought about that."

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Chapter 127 This piece of broken land, whoever wants it can have it!

"Kal'tsit, the sins you have committed will not end with your death; your soul will always remain yours."

"Your life is not worth the resentment of thousands of people. Be honest, don't stand on the moral high ground to criticize anyone, don't think too highly of yourself, and don't consider yourself the savior of this land."

"Schemer... I certainly admit that, but there was a time when those three words were also your exclusive title."

Huang Cao stood on the sofa and rubbed Kal'tsit's cat ears with her hand. It was clear that this big cat had been talked into being withdrawn.

Because Kal'tsit simply couldn't refute that point.

Even if she is indeed eloquent, it's just like the classic story of "a white horse is not a horse".

No matter how eloquently or flawlessly experts explain this logic, it may not be effective.

But faced with the order to pay for livestock entering the city and the presence of fully armed soldiers, the white horse was still a horse and had to pay the fee.

What happened has happened, and facts are facts.

No matter how good the relationship is, everything that happened will be remembered and etched in people's memories.

The facts cannot be covered up. Putting aside other matters, the invasion of Kazdel by the multinational coalition is a stain that Kal'tsit can never escape.

Even if Kal'tsit does indeed assist Theresia in building a superpower in the future, the issue of hatred will always remain unresolved.

"Then why don't you just take Kazdel for yourself now? With your strength, you could easily do that."

Kal'tsit couldn't help but ask.

Actually, she had always found it strange that with this man's current strength, he could easily have Kazdel under his control.

But why did they keep making concessions, and not even bother with Kazdel except for the factory?

This is completely out of character for the other person.

If it were Kal'tsit, she would have locked the brother and sister in a dark room by now.

"First of all, although I have a flexible moral bottom line, I am still a human being after all. Schemes and tricks are not my whole life. As for why I let Theresia go, it is an agreement between me and Lamian."

"The brilliance of idealists is hard to ignore. Even though Theresia's abilities don't match her ideals right now, I'm still willing to give her some respect, which is also my last bit of mercy."

"Besides, if I take Kazdel now, what is there for me to covet in this land? It's a land with too many people and too much trouble. I'd have to be crazy to take on this mess."

"I'd rather use this energy to seize more cost-effective land. Why fight to the death here? Don't take yourself and Kazdel so seriously."

"The world can keep turning even if someone is missing, and it can still survive even if a country is missing."

The reason why Lin was willing to give a chance was not because Huang Cao suddenly lost his mind, but as mentioned above, there was no need to take action against this country now, as the cost-effectiveness was really not high.

Of course, this does contain a trace of mercy, but it is only a trace, and it makes little difference whether it is there or not.

Therefore, this does not prevent Huang Cao from conquering other countries; at worst, Kazdel will be dealt with last.

Anyway, taking this piece of land is the same as not taking it at all, and it would be difficult to manage even if we did take it.

It would be better to deal with Kazdel last, after we've dealt with the other countries. Then we can just send a few people to manage it.

Now that I've taken it, I still have to manage it myself, which is such a hassle.

This lousy land is for anyone who wants it.

In any case, Huang Cao doesn't intend to waste his energy on such a cost-ineffective place; he'd rather look to Sargon and Gaul in the distance.

Of course, he won't go easy on anyone except give them a chance.

For example, if Huang Cao opens a fertilizer factory six months ago, she will not be given any face by doing things through this factory.

If Theresia can't even control Kazdel over her own factory...

A century later, without Huang Cao having to lift a finger, Kazdel's Sarkaz had already hailed him as the Demon King.

Since Theresia made money, she inadvertently strengthened Huang Cao's economic control over the country.

Isn't that fair?

The factory was not established because of Huang Cao's kindness, but simply because it was a transaction, so it was only natural that a price had to be paid.

"So based on personal feelings, I'm willing to give Theresia a chance, but only this once. If she doesn't seize it, then I'll have to seize it physically."

The bet wasn't exactly a secret. Although Lamian didn't want the bet anymore, Huang Cao still wanted to see what tricks this pink-haired one woman could pull.

You can read a political joke when you have nothing else to do.

"Over a hundred years, I'm curious to see what she will do with Kazdel, whether it will become poorer or rise to prominence."

"I'm also very curious about how Theresia will handle the domestic conflicts."

Kal'tsit couldn't help but ask, "What if, more than a hundred years from now, this country remains unchanged..."

"I will withdraw this last bit of mercy. If conditions permit, I will let Lamian decide whether to spare the lives of the brother and sister. Of course, the price will be the complete loss of their freedom and being locked up by me."

Huang Cao only showed a tiny bit of mercy, because he had a fairly good impression of Theresia from his previous life, and there was also the existence of a bet.

So he was willing to give them one chance, but only one chance.

If Theresia doesn't seize the opportunity, he shouldn't blame her for being ruthless.

Stepping down from the Demon King's throne sooner would be a relief for his people, and Lamian would decide whether the two pink-haired one would be sent to the guillotine or to a dark room.

Kal'tsit, however, was very optimistic. "Let's wait and see what happens. I believe His Highness will give you a satisfactory answer."

"Hmm... this answer sheet is not simple. After all, even without my participation, the contradictions of this country are not just about being full and starving."

In this land where everyone is a riddle teller, everyone is a tough nut to crack. Here, we'll focus on the Sarkaz will one day be blinded by hatred.

When it became necessary to split into two groups, Theresia, the Demon King, became nothing more than a figurehead.

If this were to actually happen, Huang Cao would simply take care of the entire country.

It's not much different from packing a bag of ordinary goods.

Meanwhile, somewhere in Gaul Sargon colony, several hungry slaves were gnawing on moldy black bread in their hands.

The slaves' eyes gleamed with resentment at the injustice, and the pitchforks in their hands flashed with a chilling light.

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Chapter 128 The serfs decide to fight back against the nobles!

This was undoubtedly a battle with no return.

But I had nothing to begin with except my life.

The Gaul nobles were even less humane than the Sargon; the combination of feudalism and colonialism was bound to lead to nothing good.

Living in a capitalist's colony was already a tragedy, but living in a feudal aristocrat's colony was even more horrific.

At least capitalists might still want you to live, because only in this way can they continue to create surplus value.

Feudal nobles didn't treat you like a human being at all; for them, draining the pond to catch all the fish was a nice way of putting it.

Huang Cao's help to these suffering people goes beyond just boosting their confidence; it also provides material support.

"Have the weapons that the Speaker funded for us arrived yet?"

Huang Cao was still using the identity of the Speaker.

The relationship between Victoria and Gaul gradually fell apart, and a war was inevitable in the future.

Huang Cao had no intention of concealing his identity. Without evidence, it was impossible to pin the blame on someone based solely on a title, especially since this person's identity was already special.

The loss of at least one colony was unlikely to elicit a strong reaction from Gaul, especially with the Sargon Royal Family standing in the way.

War is a continuation of politics, and politics, in turn, influences war.

Huang Cao's actions were not simply about occupation and invasion; he considered a higher level of political maneuvering.

This can save you a lot of effort, but you must first have the strength to do so. Otherwise, what you can't solve in war may not be so easy to solve at the negotiating table.

For example, in this instance, Huang Cao's fertilizer factory did not ostensibly participate in any fighting, but in reality, it provided weapons to all the rebels.

But is there any evidence? Neither the Sargon government nor Gaul could find any.

The slaves looted my warehouse; I was a victim too!

If the slaves' rebellion succeeds, the nobles' stored grain will not be enough to sustain them until the following year.