OBS Chapter 592 Dispute
Chapter 592 Dispute
On a plain somewhere on the eastern border of Helderland, close to Yoda, there stands a lonely wooden watchtower. Next to the watchtower is a simple house, which is the camp of Yoda's soldiers.
Inside the house, the fire in the fireplace was crackling, emitting a faint light, barely bringing a bit of warmth to the cold space.
Several Yoda soldiers sat around the fireplace. They were all wrapped in thick cotton clothes, but it was still obvious that they were shivering in the cold wind.
"Ah!"
One of the soldiers suddenly sneezed and then rubbed his uncomfortable nose hard.
"I wonder what the higher-ups were thinking? Why did they send us to this lousy place on the border? There's nothing here except the cold and endless wasteland."
Another soldier sighed and replied helplessly:
"Previously, Helderlan civilian gangs occupied some remote areas of our country. The authorities said they did this to monitor the movements of the Helderlan army and prevent a sudden invasion. They thought that if we were here, we would be able to detect any movement of the Helderlan army in a timely manner."
"What they mean is that the civil society organizations in Helderland are doing this with official support, right?"
"That's roughly what I mean. By the way, we're stationed here to show our tough stance to the other side."
An old soldier touched the stubble on his chin, with a hint of bitterness in his tone.
"Tough stance? Can we be tough?"
One soldier couldn't help but complain.
He looked around at the simple camp, his eyes full of helplessness.
"Just a few of us shivering with cold, with a room and a watchtower, and we think we're tough? Why don't those officers see what's on the other side? There's nothing but endless trenches and chevaux de frise, and fortresses with cannons on top. One day, while we're sleeping, a cannonball from the other side might leave us all dead in the ruins."
As he spoke, he pointed out the window. In the distance, one could vaguely see the deep trenches and dense chevaux-de-frise on the border of Helderland, as well as the outline of the towering fortress.
"Yeah, you don't know, ever since the news spread that we were going to war with Helderland, a lot of our refugees have been running to the border areas, waiting for the Helderland army to occupy the land near the border. They're ready to surrender and get Helderland citizenship documents."
A Yoda soldier couldn't help shaking his head when he said this, but this sentence gave another soldier some inspiration.
"Hey, what do you think? If the enemy really sends troops, can we become Helderan's soldiers if we surrender?"
"That's great. The soldiers on the other side are treated much better than we are."
Another soldier echoed this, thinking about his hard life here these days, where he was not well fed and clothed every day, and had to be constantly vigilant of the movements of the Helderland army. In comparison, the treatment of the Helderland army on the opposite side seemed to be much better, at least their safety and logistics were guaranteed.
Just as they were complaining and discussing one after another, there was a rustling sound of footsteps outside the house.
A soldier stood up alertly, picked up the weapon beside him, and walked towards the door.
He opened the door and found a soldier returning from patrol.
"How is it? Is everything okay outside?"
The soldiers in the room asked.
"Everything is normal, but the weather is getting colder and colder. I feel like this winter is not going to be easy."
The patrolling soldier walked into the house, shook off the snow on his body, and then sat down by the fireplace.
At the same time, in the imperial capital, the hall of the Noble Council was like a pot of boiling water. The noise and quarrels were so loud that they almost blew the roof off.
A group of nobles sat around a huge round table, each of their faces filled with anxiety and anger.
They waved the documents in their hands and shouted loudly, as if they wanted to vent all the dissatisfaction and fear in their hearts through the noisy sound.
"This is simply a disaster! With so many Heldran forces suddenly appearing in the country, how can we just sit back and watch!"
An obese nobleman blushed, slammed the table and shouted loudly. His voice was like a loud bell, echoing in the hall and attracting the attention of people around him.
"That's right! Where did these Heldran forces come from? What is their purpose? We must find out!"
Another noble echoed this, his eyes revealing deep fear and confusion.
"Hmph, I think they have other intentions! The Helderland officials must be backing them up, hoping to use this opportunity to weaken our strength!"
A noble sneered, his eyes flashing with anger.
The Speaker of the Parliament, Count Castori, sat at the head of the round table. He frowned slightly, his eyes revealing a hint of helplessness and worry.
He looked at the chaotic scene in front of him and sighed inwardly.
As the Speaker of the Parliament, he should have taken control of the situation and guided everyone to calmly analyze the problems and find solutions.
However, at this moment he felt powerless. Faced with this sudden change, he didn't know what to do.
"Everyone, please be quiet!"
Count Castori stood up and raised his voice, trying to quiet the noisy hall.
However, his voice was quickly drowned out by the quarrels among the nobles.
"Quiet! Everyone, be quiet!"
Count Castori raised his voice and shouted again. This time, the nobles heard his shout, gradually quieted down, and turned to look at him.
"Everyone, I know you're all worried about the domestic situation and angry about the emergence of these Helderlan forces. However, we can't just let this chaos reign. We need to calm down, analyze the problem, and find a solution."
However, just as Count Castori finished speaking, there was a slight commotion at the door of the hall.
Everyone turned their heads and saw Count Reginali hurrying over.
There was a trace of fatigue and anxiety on his face, and his steps were hurried, as if something was chasing him.
"Count Reginale, why are you here just now?"
A noble said dissatisfiedly.
"Sorry, sorry, I encountered something on the way, so I'm late."
Count Reginali apologized quickly and then nodded to Count Castori.
When Count Castori saw this, he turned his head towards the back door of the hall and walked towards the door, followed by Count Reginali.
The two of them came to a silent room. Count Castori sat at the table. He looked at Count Reginali and went straight to the point:
"What's the attitude in Helmingen?"
Count Reginale sighed.
"My son-in-law said he didn't know. We'll have a meeting at a time agreed upon by the two lords-in-charge. He might also visit Yoda during this time. During this time, the safety of the citizens of Helderland must be guaranteed."
Hearing this, Count Castori breathed a sigh of relief.
He originally thought that this was a force supported by the official Helderland government, but he didn't expect it to be just some actions of the people.
Moreover, Helmingen's attitude is quite clear. They hope to resolve the problem peacefully and ensure the safety of the lives of Helderland citizens.
"Luckily, it's not officially supported by Helderland, and fortunately, the other side doesn't want to fight Yoda again."
Count Castori secretly felt relieved. It was already a headache for him to deal with the rebels in the country. If a stronger opponent came, he would really not be able to survive.