"Latovigna must be thoroughly cleaned, and the bourgeoisie in the past must all be hanged! They have no possibility of education, and I do not allow these flies to enjoy the Latovian corpses and have the chance to give birth to obese maggots!" Marek Koletsky continued to smash the table, making the cups placed on the table, and the map and chess pieces kept trembling. "Friends, we are fighting for the future of Latovigna! How can these people who have deprived countless Latovians of the past be qualified to enjoy that beautiful future! They must atone for their sins and completely..."

His words aroused the approval of many commanders, but not everyone would echo Marek Koletsky's statement. Some smarter commanders glanced at Victor von Doom, wearing iron faces on the main seat, and tried to see his thoughts from the mask. However, these commanders were all futile, because Victor not only had no expression (even if they could not see it), but even had no movement. Faced with Marek Koletsky's aggressive speech, he was too lazy to lift a finger.

The guerrillas have their own names. When naming these low-cultural guerrillas, most of them refer to folk stories. For example, the Ivan guerrillas were named after the Russian folk story "Ivan Ivan". After the arrival of Victor von Dum and the Immortal City, all the messy names were cancelled, and replaced by the Latvinian Mountain Corps guerrillas stationed in a certain place. Other places in the organization will be left to the future Latvinian regular army.

The acquisition of these guerrillas did not rely entirely on the materials transported by the Immortal City. Some so-called "guerrillas" were actually tools used by the local bourgeoisie to attack other guerrillas and lure local civilians into those who were interested in guerrillas. Those people were all composed of private troops of local landlords. Now a small number of these people were also sitting in this tent. Victor von Doum used the bloodiest means to clean up these "guerrillas", figured out the location of the local warehouses where food and fuel were stored from the previous commanders, and then forced the newly promoted commanders to loot those places - all opponents were executed, and no one had the courage to escape. They had to launch an attack on their former masters under the shadow of Victor von Doum's terror.

Victor von Dum ensured that these people were obedient because they could survive because he didn't want them to die. When Victor returned to Latovinia and came into contact with many guerrillas, he immediately realized that he needed a short-sighted guerrilla team to balance these short-sighted guerrillas - he could not kill them casually and then use the same means to recruit them. He needed to use these guerrilla teams as signs to attract civilians, and then instilled in the hearts of guerrilla warriors through the education of the Immortal City Provost, subtly seize leadership.

"...Return what they did to us, for tooth and blood!" Marek Koletsky spitted, and emotionally determined the fate of the woman who was locked in a cage outside the tent. "It's not just her, her family, her blood-sucking relatives must be settled!" He looked at the iron-faced man on the master's seat, "We don't need another master, we will be our own masters! We have the right to decide the fate of Latovigna, everyone, everything!"

As long as it is not a fool, he can feel that the wind direction in the tent has changed, and the invisible sword pointed at the man sitting at the master seat of the long table. Marek Koletsky's real purpose was not that woman at all, but Victor von Doom, the representative of the Immortal City. However, the character at the center of the Storm just waved boredly, as if driving away the flies - this was his only action at today's meeting - "Is this what you want to say, Marek Koletsky?" he said, "Is this what you performed today?"

"You just want to be another tyrant, you are no different from those people, Victor von Dum!" Marek Koletsky approached him, and all the commanders along the way could not help but give way. "Don't think that the guns and food you sent can win people's hearts... Although this is of some effect, our career is to overthrow those vampires, not to change to a gentle master. Old Marek can see your purpose, you want to be a king rather than one of us!"

Marek Koletsky was so close that Victor von Doum could see his pores with his naked eyes. Even so, Victor von Doum was still indifferent.

"You really thought that the group of illiterates you led could build Latovigna well? You really thought you knew how to engage in economic wars, cultural wars and spy wars? You really thought that you could face the soldiers of NATO countries and win? You really thought that as long as everyone can get power, then the Latovignans can live a good life?"

"You know this, but that's not the reason you ride on all of us!"

"You don't understand what I mean, Marek Koletsky." Victor von Dum slowly stood up from his seat. The dusty light bulbs were doing their best to shine light, but they still couldn't illuminate the darkness behind him. "I mean, like your guerrillas, your role is limited to war. You, you, and you... Of course, you Marek Koletsky," pointed at the fingers wrapped in steel armor and pointed at the guerrilla commanders in the tent. The standard uniform of the Immortal City was dark gray, and the weather was cold, and everyone was wearing straight gray coats to keep the cold. But even so, the pointed commanders couldn't help but feel cold all over.

"Your function is to die as a nourishment for the new generation of Latovians. The new generation of Latovians have the enthusiasm, ability and knowledge to face everything I say. They will allow a braver next generation for a greater war. This is the cause of the Latovians. We are fighting for the race of mankind, not just for narrow revenge! Your generation is fighting on the ground, your next generation is fighting in the sky, and the next generation will fight in space. The warrior blood on the Latovians will continue until the end of this universe, not for you, not for me, but for all of us. What we want to inherit is ideals, not for anger! "

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! "They will atone for sins, but according to law and justice." Victor von Dum paused and continued: "I admire you very much, Marek Koletsky, you are an idealist. Although I cannot agree with many of your ideas, I still appreciate your enthusiasm and courage. The master of the Immortal City will also appreciate your ideals. But I am sorry, the reality is that your ideals come too early and human beings cannot achieve such a rational way of life. I am willing to forgive you, as long as you continue to lead the army to fight and obey the command of the headquarters..."

"Bah! Forgive me!" Marek Koletsky's face was ferocious and spit on Victor's breastplate. "I will never need another master in my life! Never!"

Victor von Dum was silent for nearly twenty seconds until the moth that flew towards the light bulb fell on the map covered with chess pieces with its burnt exoskeleton limbs. The silence of the tent of the worm's flapping wings and the heavy breathing of the crowd filled the silent command.

The neighing of horses came from a distance, breaking the silence.

"I'm sorry."

"What?" A huge pain came from behind, and the cold steel pierced into the body, constantly absorbing his vitality. Each officer was equipped with a single-molecule combat knife forged by the Immortal City, and trained adults could easily pierce the human body using this dagger.

Marek Koletsky looked back with all his strength, and the blurred lights illuminated several familiar faces. Schervinsky, who commanded the artillery, Berezovsky, who commanded the infiltration squad, and Jebrovsky, who recently joined the infantry commander. He finally saw a crying face, his sister's son, Pavel Koletsky.
Chapter completed!