bookandnovel Chapter 933 The Philosopher's Council
Chapter 933 The Philosopher's Council
Chapter 933 The Philosopher's Council
The next morning, the 2nd Guards Division, having suffered a great loss, finally got serious.
Hundreds of the strongest Royal Guard soldiers donned individual armor, their chainsaws whirring and echoing through the factory. Behind them were lightly armored infantrymen wielding large-caliber magic cannons, and arsonists using small flamethrowers.
As the kings of trench warfare, armored infantry are almost beyond the killing range of unconventional weapons. Apart from spellcasters, the only thing that can threaten the rebels are a few elites who can use magic rifles.
Dozens of spellcasters lined up in a tight formation. They were almost all classmates from the same academy, and their coordination was exceptional. Their protective spells quickly pieced together to form a canopy that even a legendary spellcaster could not break through in a short time.
Inside the command post, a staff officer holding binoculars asked with some doubt, "Isn't making such a big show of things a bit too much of an overestimation of these traitors?"
The division commander sneered, "Fool, those rebels can produce thirty spellcasters, and you still think they're just ordinary rebels?"
"If it weren't for repeated instructions from above, I would have even wanted to deploy airships and land cruisers to blow this factory and the traitors inside into the sky."
The 2nd Guards Division alone has 48 French-made 75mm rapid-fire guns in its divisional artillery brigade, plus an armored assault battalion consisting of 300 individual armor suits and two land cruisers.
However, most of the heavy firepower of the 2nd Guards Division did not dare to be deployed.
Leaving aside the importance of the Putilov Arsenal and its lathes and weapons production lines, the sheer amount of white crystals and magic stone ore stored there could easily blow up the entire Narva district.
Although the Narva district is mostly inhabited by poor people, it is the most important industrial area in St. Petersburg, and it cannot afford to lose it at this critical juncture.
However, the battle lasted for the entire morning.
The final result was that the armored battalion lost more than half of its strength, and the spellcasters were almost completely wiped out.
The sole surviving spellcaster roared in fury: "Who said the enemy only had thirty spellcasters? They have sixty, or even more! You're tricking us into dying for you! I will report you to General Khabarov and the Dean of the Royal Academy!"
Without the support of the spellcasters, the 2nd Guards Division had no choice but to halt its offensive and continue to request reinforcements from headquarters.
Subsequently, as sporadic reinforcements arrived, the battle became intermittent.
The 2nd Guards Division could no longer launch such a powerful offensive as it had in the previous two days. Firstly, the soldiers were growing weary of war, and secondly, St. Petersburg was in a power vacuum at this time.
All available reinforcements will take time to arrive.
Time continues to pass.
Day four, day five.
This largest arsenal in St. Petersburg has become a meat grinder, devouring the Tsar's last remaining loyalists in the city.
St. Petersburg is rife with undercurrents, as countless forces from different factions begin to attempt to raise the banner of rebellion.
Desertion began to occur frequently among the 200,000-strong garrison. Some joined the workers' fighting corps, while others even sneaked into the arsenal at night and joined Blomstein's forces.
On the sixth day.
When the general urged them to launch an attack, the soldiers of the 2nd Guards Division did not move. The arsenal, which was full of ruins, was seen by them as a den of demons that devoured all life.
"This war should end here. I don't think what those people in the city are saying is wrong."
"What has this war launched by the Tsar brought us? We are fighting the Germans on the front lines, and when we return to the rear, we have to fight our own people. And haven't you realized yet? Without support or further authorization, we have no chance of taking over this factory."
"What's the point of our daily attacks other than leaving behind a dozen or so corpses? In the eyes of you noble lords, are the lives of our soldiers so worthless?"
"So what if we take over this arsenal? We'll still be pushed to the front lines to fight the Germans in the future!"
The questioning nearly led to a mutiny.
The division commander had no choice but to compromise.
At this point, the situation had completely slipped out of the military's control.
But the nobles who had ruled the country for countless years did not have such a keen sense of smell. They even began to make a big show of publicly executing the rebels and disobedient soldiers who had been imprisoned, using bloody means to deter all potential rebels.
Unfortunately, before they could send the prisoners to the execution ground, the rebels who had been lurking in the city stormed the prison that held them and abducted all the prisoners.
In an instant, the entire city was filled with jubilant shouts.
The so-called "iron-fisted methods" of the noble lords have become a complete joke, and instead they seem to be all bark and no bite.
The surging undercurrents are no longer lurking in the shadows, but have come out in full force.
at dusk.
Losa and his retinue stood atop the bell tower of St. Peter and Paul Cathedral, the highest point in St. Petersburg.
The church is located within the Peter and Paul Fortress, from which one can overlook the Winter Palace and the Admiralty Building along the Neva River.
Lothar's face was somewhat pale, making him look even more like a vampire than Fringilla.
Inside the fortress, the rebels raised their flags once more.
This time, the suppressive force inside the fortress was significantly weaker.
The Putilov Arsenal held out for five days and nights under the fierce attack of the 2nd Guards Division, shattering the morale of the last remaining elite force in St. Petersburg with any fighting capacity.
Of the remaining 200,000 garrison troops, countless had sympathized with the rebels and joined them. Apart from the noble officers who still harbored fantasies of achieving great deeds, no one wanted to continue this endless war.
boom--
With the first shot fired.
The entire fortress instantly descended into chaos.
They didn't even encounter any significant resistance. Some soldiers who had previously been unwilling to participate in the uprising, seeing that the situation was hopeless, decisively joined the ranks of the uprising.
"I feel as if I am witnessing the arrival of a new era."
Viviana was somewhat emotional.
She once lived atop the tower of Hohenzollern and witnessed firsthand the hardships of the common people and the aloofness of the noble lords.
She felt pity and sympathy, but she never imagined that one day, the anger of the lower classes would be unleashed with such terrifying power and determination.
"A total of one hundred extraordinary individuals inherited the power of me and Fryn. In their bloodline, I also left behind my knowledge and corrected their character."
Lothar's power has been greatly weakened, and he can no longer transform into a true dragon. However, according to the battle log, their adventure has come to an end. However, this feeling of emptiness is really unbearable.
The so-called "Miss Natasha" adjusted her glasses and said with a smile, "You and Fryn have created a new race. Would you like to name it?"
Without hesitation, Losa replied, "The Philosopher King."
The philosopher-king is an idea proposed by Plato in his Republic. He believed that the ruler of an ideal state should be a "philosopher-king" who possesses both philosophical wisdom and political ability.
A philosopher-king must use reason to discern truth, virtue to restrain selfish desires, and responsibility to uphold justice.
In Lothar's mind, if moral factors are disregarded, the strategy simulation game player from his previous life actually fits the definition of a "philosopher king" quite well.
He longed to see a council of philosophers composed of one hundred “philosopher kings”—a council that was wise, absolutely just, rational, powerful, united, and wholeheartedly devoted to governing the country.
Whether or not Tsarist Russia can be saved from its quagmire remains to be seen.
The judge smiled and said, "The name is quite fitting. My former law school professor once told me that the only flaw in the philosopher-king system is that there is no philosopher-king in this world."
During this time, she immersed herself among the people of St. Petersburg and learned a great deal.
"I hope they live up to my expectations."
Lothar looked at Viviana and said with a smile, "We've done everything we needed to do in St. Petersburg. With the remaining time, we can take you to visit relatives. Let's start with Vienna."
"As an ancestor of the Habsburg family, it's time to meet the old emperor who unified the Great Germany in this world."