.198, collective job change (Part 2)

One Hundred and Ninety-Eight, Collective Job Change (Part 2)

If the attitude of his soldiers under his command was shocked and unbelievable about the unfortunate death of Admiral Perry, then the senior officers of the Far East Fleet of the Naserel Empire were completely indignant and dissatisfied with the matter of taking advantage of the situation of taking over the power and taking over the position of commander-in-chief of the Far East Fleet of the Naserel Empire were completely indignant and dissatisfied.

Due to the long geographical distance and the long-term barrier of routes by the elves private fleet, the central government of the Naserel Empire's control over the Far East colonial authorities has always been extremely weak. Not only did the Supreme Chief Admiral Perry stay in the East for 30 years, but even the key military and political officials at all levels below were often unstoppable for decades, forming a mixed interest group.

Simply put, the Far East Fleet has become a semi-independent warlord vassal state.

Therefore, in the eyes of these old military leaders who have been living in the Far East for many years, all the foundations of the empire built on this land were made by them, through life and death, through Admiral Perry, and should be passed down for generations.

Even if Admiral Perry dies and they cannot give up a person who is worthy and convincing to take over the position of the old Admiral, at least a military group or military committee should be formed to keep all rights firmly in the hands of them, rather than letting newcomers who are new to "airborne" snatch the shifts and seize power - this can also be seen as a manifestation of the traditional struggle between the local and the central government.

Therefore, for Major General Ferry Taylor, Minister Zena and Miss Ryuki Mitsui to form a state of emergency committee and forcibly take over the Yokohama Concession, the main force of the Far East Fleet in Osaka was excited. After Ferry began to issue orders to the overseas army of the Naserel Empire in Osaka based on his highest rank in the Far East War Zone, these unruly military leaders were completely furious. Some of the most brainless radical xenophobics even shouted crazy slogans of returning to the army to fight and rectify the chaos.

When the news of Colonel Martin, who stayed in the Yokohama Concession, launched an armed violence, attempting to regain military and political power, the Far East Fleet officials in Osaka were immediately celebrated and cheered, but the following news gave them a blow - this violence was actually directed by the Empire's Southern Secession Organization, and took advantage of the chaos to seize the floating city left by Admiral Perry, crushing the entire concession devastatingly, causing countless losses of life and property... In fact, most of the people there were the families, houses and industries of the officers.

As for those crazy radicals who attempted to drive warships to support the riots and launch rebellion to attack their superiors, they were immediately strongly resisted by sailors. Due to their background, most of them were believers of the goddess of magic or the goddess of wealth.

——Arbitrarily attacked the superiors who took over the regime by legal means, and there were also two voters of His Highness... This is not just a matter of treason, but the soul after death will also be blasphemy of God's punishment

It is one thing to fight for power and profit among the upper class, but it is not so easy to have the people below rebel with them, especially when the risks are extremely high, the benefits are not obvious, and the reputation is not right.

So, the grassroots sailors immediately organized a riot and took several crazy captains and their confidants into the confinement room... The other senior officers were a little rational and did not dare to take risks with their lives and souls, but they refused to surrender to Major General Taylor and the Kamakura New Court behind him. They had to develop a non-violent and non-cooperating unified attitude and implement a passive resistance policy to the new leadership that was airborne.

There is no doubt that the irresponsible passive slack movement of the Empire Far East Fleet, whether it is Major General Fleet Fleet, Zena, Miss Ryuhime Mitsui, or the former Shogunate Chief of the Imperial Fleet, who is in Kamakura, is very annoyed.

Especially for Mitsui Ginji, who actually controls Osaka Castle, their family now supports the new emperor and forms a new imperial court. In the foreseeable future, they will inevitably become the hereditary nobles of this country with the titles of Regent, Kanbaya, Prime Minister or Prime Minister, which is much better than the original dual agency through the shogunate. After the reorganization of the regime, Mitsui Ryuhime, with the dual electoral status of the Goddess of Wealth and Magic, they can even give orders to the domineering "Supreme Emperors", namely the Far East Fleet of the Naserel Empire.

For any comprador capitalist, the most glorious thing in the world is probably to ride on the foreign master's head.

But the old military leaders of the Far East Fleet are still unaware of the current affairs. They risk the wrath of the gods, and are determined to resist the new leader and dominate the military power. However, on the other hand, they have no courage to go out to fight and rely on victory to regain some impressions. They only know that they are sitting in the city and boast about why the "non-violent non-cooperation" movement - what is the use of this army that cannot fight and only makes trouble?

Therefore, Mitsui Ginji, who had a gentle temper and could be called a good man, was finally annoyed by the bad behavior of "foreign masters" who occupied the pit and did not shit. Not only did he cut the supplies quotas for each unit of the Far East Fleet of the Naserel Empire, he also forced himself to patrol, bury corpses, organize epidemic prevention and other hard work. He refused to do it and refused to distribute food, and was determined to urge them to get out of Osaka quickly, so that they could go to Kamakura to support their daughter Mitsui Ryuhime's front battlefield.

If it were ordinary times, if the local "indigenous" allies dared to drive the "foreign masters" like this, they would have been served by artillery shells and volleyball guns. But now it is a critical moment for local powerful people to fight against the airborne boss. In order to continue to stay in Osaka, several squadron commanders, Marine Corps commanders, military chiefs and other upper-level figures had to grit their teeth and swallow their anger and endure all these bad treatments - anyway, they were not asking them to work at home, so let the officers and soldiers below work harder.

After nearly a month of hard life, let alone ordinary soldiers, even grassroots officers could not stand it. They complained to the hot-headed superiors. Unlike the senior officers of the fleet who have been firmly sitting in Diaoyutai for more than 30 consecutive years and have already settled in this island country, the grassroots sailors and low-level officers of the fleet have changed several times in these thirty years due to their age and physical strength requirements. However, because the positions above are dominated by old people, these newcomers have almost no room for promotion, and they can only work for a few years before they break up and go home.

Therefore, the group of officers and soldiers currently owned by the Far East Fleet is no longer the old team when they first set out to the Far East thirty years ago, but the newly recruited people from China only a few years ago. Even the captains of each warship and several Marine Corps team leaders were the same. They naturally have no deep feelings for the land under their feet, and as for maintaining the semi-independent separatist status of the Far East Fleet, they have no interest at all.

Therefore, when the veteran senior military leaders were playing the "non-violent and non-cooperation" power struggle game and attempting to take military power to respect themselves, they never expected that the bargaining chips under their subordinates were almost enduring the critical point after suffering from food and wages for so long, and they would never continue to let them knead like this.

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"...What non-violence is not cooperative? It is simply forcing others to use violence to cooperate. Those squadron commanders and department heads have long been blinded by power, and have not considered what the situation is now."

After drinking a few cups of hot tea with an empty stomach, Major Safir, who had been hungry for a day on patrolling the streets, suddenly felt even more uncomfortable. In order to divert attention, he couldn't help but join the ranks of complaining with his throat.

"...Our most elite Marines have been broken now; although there are many warships of all kinds, they are useless in the face of enemies who are not ready to fight naval battles at all; with repeated defeats on the battlefield, the deterrence of the various vassals on the island is now gone; even the Yokohama Concession, which has been hard-working for many years, was brought into the house by a brainless Colonel Martin, and was ruined... Faced with such a tragic phenomenon of collapse, if you survive, you should be blessed by the gods. But those old men obviously have no ability to fight, but they still can't bear to take over, and they must make both sides unable to get out of the way, which makes us suffer in the middle."

"...Blind by power? Humph, your thoughts are really superficial. The old people above are masters of political struggles, and they are smart enough to plot. If Kamakura can't hold back, that's the best. But even if we can't hold on, those old people can only surrender in time and then launch a few scapegoats from among us major captains, we can naturally have an explanation..."

A clerk who handled documents at the headquarters complained casually, "...I didn't expect how hard we little officials and soldiers' lives were. I didn't even see anyone willing to take out their own pockets and scatter some consolation money to soothe the morale of the army... Alas, when the official is too high, he will naturally slowly leave the grassroots level. As long as he can maintain his power position, who will care about the life and death of our consumables?"

As soon as these words were spoken, there was a chaotic echo in the hall.

After Admiral Perry's backbone suddenly collapsed and then worked hard on his stomach empty for so long, the morale of the Far East Fleet was already extremely unbearable. The battles and collective disobedience between senior officers made the people below more and more confused. Not to mention fighting, they were not even interested in defending the city. They had no sense of responsibility and loyalty left, but they could not see a way out for a while and were forced to continue their hard work here.

As for the jealousy and dissatisfaction of the new airborne leaders snatching power, they have been basically exhausted by the hard days of this period. Looking back, for these grassroots captains, captains and staff, what is the difference between which leader they are with?

Therefore, if someone can provide a brighter future, I believe they will definitely choose to change jobs without hesitation, throw all the unscrupulous bosses who ignore their lives and death into the garbage dump, and step on one foot...

And this person has arrived.

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"...Ahem, it seems that everyone has been living a hard time. I happened to get a lot of good things just now. You might as well ask everyone to share them here and try them. By the way, take some back to improve the food for the brothers below..."

Just when the endless resentment of the people towards their superiors was discussed to the most enthusiastic moment, the owner of the house, the diplomatic officer of the Osaka Consulate, suddenly walked in and announced with a smile.

Then, two servants followed in, each holding a large basket full of wooden boxes, walked around the hall, sent a box to each officer present, then bowed and retreated with the empty basket.

Smelling a little bit of food, Major Safir couldn't wait to open the lid of the box, and then he was stunned--the box was filled with delicate bread and cheese as big as a finger, and some meat jerky as big as a fingernail

"...Tsk tsk, are these things for dolls? They are too small to make"

While complaining, he gently picked up a small piece of bread with his index finger and came to his nose to smell it, "Well, it is indeed a very good fresh bread, which exudes a nice smell of wheat, much better than the brown rice mixed with sand... But with just this little portion, how can I take it back and share it with my brothers below to improve the food? I can eat all this box of things by myself..."

However, Major Safir's complaint came to an abrupt end here, and he only let out a humble groan of surprise - because the pocket bread suddenly swelled in his hands, becoming as big as a pillow, and just buried his entire face in it.

"...A whole box is eaten in one meal? Haha, Mr. Major, your appetite is amazing."

A mature and charming magnetic female voice suddenly sneered at the door of the room.

Then, in the astonished or dull eyes of everyone indoors, a familiar figure wearing a gorgeous long skirt reached out and lifted the curtain to walk. Her dark and shiny skin was as smooth and delicate as silk under the light, a pair of light red eyes, as beautiful as blooming cherry blossoms, and her long silver hair was scattered on her shoulders, flowing with a confusing and dreamy luster. The above characteristics fully demonstrated that this was a very standard adult dark elf beauty, and all the officers here knew...

The dark elf beauty looked around the room with a smile, and found that everyone was staring at her in a daze. She couldn't help but raise her hand and open a folding fan, throwing her charming eyes, and covering her mouth with charm.

"...Oh, we're already having a relationship, so why should we keep staring at them like this? It makes people feel embarrassed to say..."

"…Ze…Zezena, how could you be here?"

Major Safir put down his bread stiffly, and a giggling sound came from his throat. He finally squeezed out such a question.

"...This place is my subordinate's house. What's so strange about me, the sacrificial minister, come and take a walk?"

Minister Zena glanced at the diplomatic military officer at the Osaka Consulate and replied in a cute tone, then raised his finger and pointed to the boxes filled with compressed food, "...Do you still like this gift I specially prepared?"

"...I really like it very much. Well, it should be said that it solved our urgent needs..."

The lieutenant colonel with the highest rank among them, the senior old captain of a three-masted battleship, got up from the sofa and greeted him, "... It's just that the minister's wife sneaked into Osaka and met with us. I think there's not just such a small matter, right?"

Before the old captain finished speaking, almost everyone in the living room looked mixed with expectations and nervous eyes, but there was no obvious hostility. This made Ms. Zena couldn't help but feel a little joy in her heart and she had more confidence in the success of this lobbying.

"...You are right, Captain William, besides these foods, I have more gifts to give to you all here."

She raised her hand again, and silently recited a spell at the same time, activated the space ring on her index finger, and instantly formed a large box of gold coins in the room, with tens of thousands of pieces. The weight was so heavy that it even crushed the solid nanmu floor with fine radial cracks.

Suddenly seeing the golden light shining everywhere, the officers present could no longer calm down. They all jumped up while gasping for air conditioning, staring at the huge sum of tens of thousands of gold coins, full of joy and greed.

——Since being trapped in Osaka, the fleet has never paid another military pay, and all the officers and soldiers have long been so poor that they have lost their pockets. Although most of them have their own ways of making money in Yokohama and Edo, they do not rely solely on military pay for their income, but now they are both destructive and in a different place. After several months of living in the open space, they have become almost penniless paupers.

What's worse is that since they are the grassroots officers on the front line who face the officers and soldiers directly, the extremely poor soldiers also

Therefore, seeing Ms. Zena generously took out such a large sum of money for them, for those poor people who were suffering from internal and external suffering, it was like a timely help. After a long drought, it was like a rain of rain. Every pore in their body was filled with surprise.

Of course, the money of the Dark Elf female politician is not so easy to get - at least you have to clearly stand in the sidelines and show your own attitude.

“…It’s time to make a choice, dear officers”

Minister Zena shrugged off the smile that had been hanging, and his expression solemnly stopped on everyone's face for a moment, and he spoke slowly.

"...Does it choose to continue to follow those old guys who are ignorant and do something ridiculously 'non-violent non-cooperation' movement to resist the legitimate superiors in an unjust way? Or do you choose to follow the imperial laws and the oracles of the two His Highnesses to swear allegiance to the new headquarters we established in Kamakura according to law, and go to Kanto to get military pay to fight with me?

Should I choose to continue to struggle in such hard labor, hunger, poverty and plague that I cannot see hope; or should I choose to abandon those Zhuan Yu Su Lao who only fights for power and profit without caring about your life and death, and follow me to pursue a brighter future? Please vote here."

——The answer is naturally self-evident...

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dr On November 15, 1993, the subordinate officers and soldiers of the Naserel Far East Fleet stationed in Osaka Port, with the close cooperation of Mitsui Ginji, the supreme ruler of Osaka Castle, decisively launched a mutiny and collectively jumped to the new regime.

They refused to obey the "non-violent and non-cooperation" of the senior officials of the headquarters, and took all more than 30 ships to sail to the sea to meet with the giant bear army in Feili. The few captains and officers who refused to mutiny were tied up by the sailors and "gifted" to the ashore, and rudely threw them to the temporary commander of the Far East Fleet in downtown Osaka, and went to tears with the angry old colonel and the old brigade generals.

Minister Zena first put out the name of the great righteousness, and then used the silver bullet attack. Even if the old military leaders who were determined to seek separatism had great skills, they could only retreat into the room to drink and wail and cry. Who told them that their belongings were still thrown into the ruins of Yokohama, but now they are in Osaka Castle thousands of miles away, and they can't dig out money to buy the morale of the army? It is not easy to be able to hold on with years of power.

But no matter how stubborn the xenophobics are, they can only admit the reality when they reach this point, write a letter of repentance to several airborne bosses supported by gods. Now the people below are dragging the warships away, what can they do if there are only a few loyal confidants left?

However, time has changed, and after passing this village, there is no such store. Previously, they valued the army in their hands. Several powerful tyrants from the new Kamakura court were willing to do their work patiently. Now they have basically pulled away the warships and soldiers, and the remaining few old guys naturally became toothless tigers. Not only is it not worth fearing, but even the value of continuing to raise has disappeared. Who would like to add to the snake? Please ask a group of old men who love to make trouble all day long to come and cause trouble? This group of middle-aged and elderly uncles are arrogant, but they are not cute at all.

——Decisively expelled

Therefore, after a anxious wait, these senior Far East military veterans who had a deep experience received a retirement notice in tears. Then, before they could recover from this huge mental blow, Mitsui Ginji, who had received the news, took the lead and sent a large number of urban management team members to quickly seize the temporary headquarters of the Far East Fleet that remained in Osaka.

As the price of being too arrogant to the new boss, these backward elements who cannot see the situation are unfortunately unable to change jobs and become unemployed...

At the same time, a larger collective job-hopping movement was also taking place on the Tokaido front battlefield where Major General Ferry Taylor was located.
Chapter completed!