flstandardbreds Chapter 407 Do you believe her?
Chapter 407 Do you believe her?
Basil Grandma's Restaurant, as the only designated "civil servant canteen" in the administrative district of the capital city of De la Leyé, is even a policy bellwether for Amelansi.
"Allenya, Allenya."
"What's wrong, our Chairman? Are you starving?"
Union President Del Scavenger and Vice President Cardinal sat in the private room, the sauerkraut and pork knuckle on the table radiating heat, the room filled with smoke and the aroma of tobacco.
"Of course not, Allenya, how long have we known each other?"
The two lamented that they were no longer young, and as pragmatists and idealists from the pre-Alice era, they might have different opinions on things, but that did not affect their friendship.
"23 years, starting from Hongling."
"cheers."
Low-alcohol beer is unforgettable, while young people prefer cola, soft drinks, or the ever-increasing variety of new drinks on the market. But a glass of light, ice-cold beer remains the favorite of older folks.
Outside the window, a large propaganda poster depicts Alice, pointing forward with one hand. The portrait portrays her as so tall and imposing, guiding workers, farmers, scientists, and soldiers to move forward, forward, forward, and forward still.
The newly formed alliance needed a deity to establish its own authority, and no one was closer to the so-called god than Alice. The people of Amelancy now live in a great era, with a booming economy and ever-improving lives. The second five-year plan will focus on eradicating poverty, aiming to raise the living standards of all citizens throughout Amelancy and eliminate poverty and scarcity within five, ten, or twenty years.
Alice summarized it as: "The Ameliancée Dream"
Alice had a dream, a dream so big that it could contain other people, one dream after another, making the dream even bigger and deeper.
Looking at the propaganda posters outside the window—Del Skaven murmured, turning to Allenia: “Alice, Alice, alas, do you believe her?”
"What to believe?"
"Alice gave us a dream, but now, an interstellar empire, damn it, if I had heard that word twenty years ago, I certainly wouldn't have understood what it meant."
Del Skaven chuckled self-deprecatingly. He, or rather, most people on this planet, had their current social common sense and perceptions influenced by Alice to some extent.
“I don’t want any emperor sitting on my head, Del. You know I hate those bastards more than anything in my life.”
Allenya also looked out the window. Alice was unwilling to have a statue made of herself, and there were very few portraits of her. But the people in those high-rise buildings, rural houses and fields were most grateful to this beautiful vampire leader.
A small statue of Alice, a laser-engraved portrait of Alice, a record of Alice's words... She gave them so much. They said, "Long live Alice!" Alice told them, "Long live the people!"
"The revival of humanity has never been so close to us. Del-Alice has given us a dream, but this dream does not belong to Alice alone."
"It belongs to all of us, to you, to me, to the entire Amelansi Social Republic Alliance. Don't you understand?"
"you mean......."
"It is not just Comrade Alice who is moving forward, but we, brothers, every one of us, every equal and hardworking proletarian, share the same vision. We hope for a proletarian world, we hope for an equal future, so each of us, not just Alice, should do what we ought to do."
"Believe in the beauty of life, maintain an optimistic attitude, and remember that revolution is always invincible!"
"Trust in all of us, Del."
Del Skaven nodded. Perhaps so. Revolutions are invincible, and the vast majority of the people will make their own choices.
The wind is howling—in Provence, tractors roar across farms, and a boy looks into the distance at the endless wheat fields. They all belong to the Poldeau Agricultural Commune—a new commune built on a corporate structure and the principle of equality among employees, where the abolition of agricultural taxes has made rural life better and better.
Rural appliance subsidies, the toilet revolution, rural power supply reconstruction plans, and new rural housing projects—the slogan "Leaving no one behind" resonates in every rural village. Affordable and plentiful modern appliances, clean and hygienic toilets, and ample dual power supply of magic and electricity...
"Recently, the United Nations and the Alliance of Socialist Republics of Amelansi have been attacked by an extraterrestrial hegemonic empire. The United Nations fleet and the Amelansi peacekeeping force have successfully inflicted heavy losses on the invading enemy. Cardinal Alice de la Leyer, General Secretary of the Farsighted Socialist Party of the Amelansi Alliance, announced that the Amelansi and Proletarian Alliance fleets have declared their commitment to fulfilling their obligations as members of the United Nations and joining the self-defense counterattack against the extraterrestrial hegemonic empire."
Mobile phones are a rarity in rural areas, but this is precisely part of the revolution—equal access to information allows everyone to quickly know something, and the more people know, the more they can do and the more they want.
Is the world about to change?
The girl jumped off the tractor, the steel behemoth and the girl's softness forming a stark contrast. The boy blushed and handed a piece of paper from his satchel.
"Notice of Enlistment for Graduation from the Air Combat Department of the Amelansi People's Red Army Aerospace Force - National Military Academy: Comrade Gruel Sack, you have completed all your studies with satisfactory grades and are now to be assigned to the Amelansi Aerospace Force Space Fleet?"
The boy nodded, and the girl just smiled, patting the boy's dark blue military uniform, the small metal badge of the Aerospace Force shining brightly on his chest.
"I wonder if I'll still be able to come back then...."
The girl smiled and nodded. She had already found the love letter and kissed him before he could frantically rummage through his bag.
“I believe you, Gruul. Cardinal Alice said: If the enemy wants to invade our homeland and turn us into slaves, then we have no choice but to fight. Give me liberty or give me death.”
"But come back alive, Gruul. Don't leave me alone. Promise me."
The boy blushed and took the girl's hand. The fragrance of the wheat field lingered in his nose. The boy walked out of the wheat field, out of his hometown, and headed to his battlefield.
"I promise you."
Beside the roaring tractor, the young man and woman made a lifelong vow: he would defend their hometown, and she would build their country. They both trusted each other more than anything, believing that their mutual dedication would eventually become a great force.