Author: Half-wounded but not broken

There is a saying that the most dangerous place is the safest place, which is the so-called darkness under the light.

But this is not entirely correct.

In a town about ten kilometers away from Semiola, a black-haired man covered in tendon was driving a carriage filled with wine barrels and wandered through the streets.

The consumption of alcohol in the Republic of Tula is very large, and the per capita consumption is three to four times that of other countries.

In addition to the fact that Tula's own country is a large-producing country and has plenty of food to make wine, alcohol is also the only solace that the civilian class can find. At least when they are drunk, they can temporarily escape this fucked country.

A carriage full of a large amount of wine can only be consumed in a normal tavern during the day. If the passenger flow reaches the peak at night, the consumption will have to be doubled.

Therefore, on the streets of the Republic of Tula, carriages carrying drinks were the most common and most inconspicuous presence. No matter whether it was the patrolling guards or the pedestrians passing by, no one gave him a second glance.

But just because he was inconspicuous, no one noticed this man driving around the town, reading all the information about the guards' arrangements, patrol routes, checkpoints and intersections.

After wandering around the town for almost an hour, and it was almost noon if he continued wandering around, it would be very risky to continue wandering, so he drove to the back door of a pub.

Untying the rope, he pretended to bring down a few wine barrels. After confirming that no one around him noticed him, the man took two quick steps and knocked twice on the cellar door behind the tavern, and said to the crack in the door:

"Free, Starfire."

An orange-yellow eye immediately appeared behind the door. It didn't look like a human, but more like the vertical pupils of a reptile. The eyes looked at the man up and down, and after confirming his identity, he opened the cellar door and waited for him to come in.

After that, I put my head out again and looked around to make sure it was safe before closing the door again.

The person who opened the door for the man was a snake-man with blue scales. He sat at the door with a slight sigh, and seemed to be a professional doorkeeper.

The man who came in rubbed his face with his hands, and the face of a strong man with a double chin turned into a face of a red-furred fox.

This is not an illusion, but a transformation. The man is a rare race, a fox-man.

Fox people are born with two forms, namely human form and fox form, and can freely switch between these two forms. However, most fox people will not switch casually, because this will make their friends confused.

Troubled, fox people often maintain one form throughout their lives.

The reason why fox people are rare is because they have almost no stable settlements. They are a race that likes to travel around the world. They may pack their bags just because "the world is so big and I want to see it".

It has to be said that compared to other people in the cellar, the fox-man in human form is very convenient to move around in the Republic of Tula.

This is a cellar of less than 20 square meters. Under the dim oil lamp, you can see halflings, dwarves, half-orcs, elementals, rat tribe, Thabit and even the extremely rare reincarnation, giant spirit and other races.

Of course, there are humans, but they are very few.

"You're back, how's the situation outside?"

The person who asked the strong man was a female half-elf who was lying on the table looking at the map. But unlike the common half-elves, her skin was as gray as a rock, and her hair and eyebrows were also pure white, and she was smaller than the older half-elves.

Most elves have a flat figure, but this half-elf has a bulging front and a curved back, and has a perfect S-shaped figure.

These characteristics that are different from ordinary elves mean that her bloodline comes from a group of underground elves called drow, also known as dark elves.

"Sure enough, we have already caught up. The patrolling guards are the same as usual, but suddenly a lot of checkpoints have been added."

"As expected..."

This group of people comes from a resistance organization called "Free Spark" and is currently being hunted by the army of the Republic of Tula.

As the saying goes, wherever there is oppression, there is resistance. The Republic of Tula persecutes non-human races with high intensity, and also oppresses the bottom residents of the country severely. It is impossible that there is no resistance organization.

It’s just that the Tula Republic is too powerful. The resistance organizations that have sprung up since the founding of the country have also failed one after another due to official suppression or internal discord. They have turned from mushrooms after the rain into leeks after the rain.

One crop after another.

But it is the environment that gave birth to resistance organizations. As long as the environment does not change, there will always be people who want to raise the flag of rebellion. Along with the history of the Tula Republic, their existence has never been completely eliminated.

Maybe even among the top leaders of the Tula Republic, there are people who don't want them to be cut off.

After all, keeping them can gain some benefits, such as forming a new cleaning force based on the activities of the resistance organization. With the force, you must have ordnance, right? You must have supplies, right? You must have officers, right?

These are all profitable places. Maybe some resistance organizations can track down some powerful people even if they spare seven or eight layers of people behind them.

It's just that the resistance organizations are invisible after all, and the scope of their influence is also limited. The territory of the Republic of Tula is too large, so the resistance organizations in various places have always had no contact and are completely scattered and fighting on their own, leading to

Instead, it became a tool for the powerful to seek personal gain. Some radical resistance groups even began to engage in indiscriminate attacks, transforming from resistance to terrorist organizations.

Only recently did the light finally come.

Since the drow half-elves became the leaders of the Free Spark organization, it took them four or five years to finally contact other resistance organizations with the help of private forces such as the Harpers Alliance. Once they had contact, everyone would

I started to think about how to make things happen.

It is currently in a good period for rebellion. The military strength of the Republic of Tula has declined significantly, and people's loyalty to the country has also decreased year by year.

After all, this country's army mainly relies on fighting to support war. It was originally getting richer and richer as it fought. However, after the tyrannical demon king came, military operations came to a standstill, and the huge army had to be frantically disarmed, without even subsidies.

This made many ruthless people in the military very dissatisfied with this. In addition, the top brass used disarmament to suck blood. A lot of troops were already laid off. After twenty years of development, the combat effectiveness is not as good as before.

In other words, to outsiders, the Republic of Tula looks like a beautiful high-rise building. In fact, anyone with a keen eye can see that the Republic of Tula is already a broken house that can fall down with a hard kick.

The question is, where to kick it to make it fall.

As the saying goes, a skinny camel is bigger than a horse. No matter how bad the Republic of Tula is, it is more than enough to deal with a group of resistance organizations with militia-level force. Moreover, as long as they hold the fortress in the northwest, the Holy Kingdom United Army will not be able to fight even if they want to.

Come, on the other side is the towering supreme mountain range, which separates the Republic of Tula from the river countries. There is only one Lorient Fortress that borders the two sides on the map, so it is not possible to expect external forces to be the straw that breaks the camel's back.

Reality

The resistance organization needs an opportunity, an opportunity that allows them to take action and unite all forces that can be united.

For this reason, the leaders of the resistance organizations in various places decided that we need to hold a meeting. At the very least, we must determine when to rebel. At that time, everyone will participate in the grand event together. The small army of the Republic of Tula can only run around like firefighters.

, this is safer than doing it alone.

So I don’t know which genius chose Semiola, the capital of the Republic of Tula, as the venue for the meeting. What’s even more amazing is that everyone actually agreed.

This kind of operation is like setting up a street stall in front of the urban management office, lying on the tracks in front of the railway bureau, or stealing mobile phones in front of the police.

No matter how you look at it, you are trying to die.

Their reason is that it is dark under the lamp, and the most dangerous place is the safest place.

Naturally, the result is that if you ask for a hammer, you will get a hammer.

The guards and spies of the Republic of Tula raided the meeting site, and a group of leaders of resistance organizations who planned to engage in anti-banditry activities fled.

But fortunately, the goal was achieved. The time for the uprising had been agreed upon. Once the auspicious day arrived, everyone would rebel against it and give the Tula Republic a hard kick.

But the premise is that these guys who came to the meeting must find a way to return to their own territory.

Due to the emergency, the situation of other organizations is unknown for the time being. Even if one or two are arrested, it is not a big problem, because there were hundreds of people at the meeting, and these were only the leaders who were able to enter, not counting those who followed.

Entourage.

——It’s strange that these guys were not discovered.

Various organizations are said to have contacts, but in fact the contact is limited to sending a "Are you there?" to the extent that you have to wait three or four months to get a reply. It's not like arresting a few people will result in all the blame.

But how to go back is really a headache.

"Sister..."

"Call me Chief!"

"Okay chief."

The strong man suggested:

"You can hide in the wine barrels and I'll transport you out in batches. I don't think the guards will check the carriages transporting the wine barrels."

"It's easy to get out of the town, but the problem is how to get back."

Although the Republic of Tula has known about the existence of these rebels for a long time, and some of them are even supported by high-level dignitaries, they will never allow these guys to unite.

Now it is tantamount to touching the bottom line of the Tula Republic. On the surface, it is almost the same as usual, but in fact, the search intensity is surprisingly strong.

Along the way, we have to cross one-third of the area of ​​the Republic of Tula, and even if we take a deserted path, we may be blocked.

"It seems that we can only take a detour. We will take action as soon as it gets dark. We hope that we can arrive safely on our journey home. We will prepare to launch troops as soon as we return."

"What are you afraid of? I'll kill them if I touch them!"

The drow half-elf had a headache and said:

"You'd better use your brain. You were so furry and cute when you were little, but how come you grow up and turn into a guy full of muscles?"

"No, don't talk about what happened when you were a kid, sister!"

"Call me Chief!"

There was a burst of low-pitched laughter from all around. This pair of unrelated siblings of different races seemed to be talking about cross talk every day, which was very interesting.

Fox-men are generally smart and agile. A few fox-men will awaken the magic in their blood and become unique nine-tailed warlocks, so there are very few muscular men like him.

The drow half-elf even wondered if he was always rubbing the soft fur on the fox man's head when he was a child, which made him stupid...
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