LOL: Summoner of Goddess Jana

Chapter 176 As long as you launch an attack, everything will be fine (please subscribe~)
How the Empire came to be what it was, Riven didn't know.

As for how to change the status quo of the empire, this problem is not something that a small middle-level officer like her can solve.

The only thing she could change was the status quo of the poor old woman.

"Can we visit your house?" Riven asked.

Of course the old woman agreed.

She took Riven and Marit back home, in front of a small farmhouse that was fairly rich.

A group of people pushed open the door, walked in, and found that although the furnishings in the house were a bit old, but the objects were complete, clean, and neatly placed, the overall impression was not bad.

With sofas, a fireplace, a large dining table, rugs on the floor, and pictures on the walls, the home furnishing was much more luxurious than the average peasant family in Triwell.

"Mom, are there any guests?" A little girl, no more than 7 or 8 years old, poked her head out of the room sweetly.

"This is my little daughter." The old woman hugged the child lovingly into her arms before introducing, "It's also my last child."

"Oh." Riven breathed a sigh of relief.

It turned out that she had one child left.Fortunately, the worst was not encountered.

Then Riven looked at the old woman and her last daughter, and couldn't help asking: "Madam, how have you been these two years?"

"Okay, okay." The old woman nodded.

In just a few years, a husband, two sons, and a daughter died. It stands to reason that it is impossible to live a good life anyway.

But her tone was serious, it really didn't look like she was dealing with the polite words of the leader's home visit.

Because it was the sacrifice of her husband and children that allowed her to live a "good life":
"My husband's and children's settling allowance and pension, although delayed, were finally paid. With this money, I bought a lot of land when Master Kawa ran away. Now I can hire people to farm, You don’t have to work on your own anymore.”

"And the food requisition officer knew that my husband was a veteran of more than ten years, and that my family was a military family of the empire, so the food they asked for was less than that of other families."

"So although life has been tense in the past two years, I can barely get by."

The old woman was holding her little daughter, talking in such a rambling manner.

After hearing this, Riven asked with concern: "Your husband was in the army more than ten years ago?"

"Yes." The old woman nodded.

"Then I should know him!" Riven said emotionally.

She knew since she was a child that there was an uncle who was born as a serf at the east end of the village. He not only obtained the status of a free man by joining the army, but also made a small fortune because of this, married a wife, and had his own land and house.

This story affected Riven deeply.

It was inspired by this counterattack story that she finally made up her mind to enlist in the army and try to change her destiny with her own power.

"I still remember the story that uncle always told people." Riven finally found some intimacy of a wanderer returning home, and began to recall her childhood memories.

"It seems that he did something during the war in Shurima or Demacia. He brought back a gold bracelet or a ring from the battlefield?"

"Ring, it's a ring!" The old woman seemed to have light in her eyes.

Together with Riven, she recalled the fond memories of those years: "It was a ring of a tribal nobleman in Shurima, and there was more than one!"

"My husband was the first to enter the camp and cut off the barbarian's hand. The officer rewarded him with this severed hand for his bravery."

"Do you know? There are five rings on that severed hand!" the old woman said excitedly.

"My husband was so excited that he was stupefied at the time, but after trying hard for a long time, he couldn't get the ring off his finger."

"Everyone was laughing at him. The officer also joked, 'If you can't handle a Shuriman's severed hand, you don't even need a ring'. So he just chopped up the hand and picked it up from a pile of I took out the ring from the muddy meat"

"It's because of these rings that we have fields, real estate, children, and our own home." The old woman narrated with tenderness.

Recalling the good old days, she seemed to be alive.

It's better in the past.

Although wars were often fought at that time, the impression of the war on the Noxus was so good.

At that time, the Noxus Empire was always winning battles, destroying a country today, and slaughtering a city tomorrow, and its footsteps never stopped.

At that time, the Noxians were desperately trying to get into the army, and they had to rely on competition and robbing to become soldiers.

"At that time, every time my husband went out with the army, he could bring back a lot of good things."

"And now."

Let alone the loot now, people will never come back.

Noxus has lost all battles in recent years.

Her husband and children are all dead.

"Well" seemed to notice that he might have complained too much, and the old lady stopped talking abruptly.

"It's okay." Marit was tolerant this time.

She said to the old woman, "Madame, your husband and children are heroes of the Empire. Their sacrifices will not be wasted."

"Maybe life will be difficult in the past two years, but I believe that everything will be better in the future. As long as we are."

"Kill all the Demacians!" Before Marit finished speaking, a childish voice suddenly sounded.

It turned out to be the youngest daughter of the old woman who was speaking, the little girl who had been hiding in her mother's arms, but was only 7 or 8 years old.

"What did you say?" Riven and Marit were stunned for a moment.

"Just kill all the Demacians!" The little girl said childishly: "My brothers and sisters say that the land of the Demacians is much more fertile than Triwell. As long as these barbarians After all the people are cleaned up, we will never have to go hungry again!"

Marit was silent for a while, and then smiled in surprise: "That's right, good boy! You're right!"

"We not only want to clean up the Demacians, but also the Shurima, Ionia, and Freljord—every inch of land under the sun should belong to the great Noxus!"

"Runeterra is a gift from heaven to Noxus."

"Those weak people are not worthy of occupying such a vast land. Only by destroying, annexing, and conquering them all can we fight for the living space that belongs to us Noxians!"

"For Noxus!" Marit shouted emotionally.

"For Noxus!" The little girl also babbled and yelled.

But children are children after all.

After winning everyone's joy with a few words, she asked an inappropriate question: "Then big sister, when will we Noxus defeat Demacia?"

"This." Of course Marit would not show timidity in front of the child.

Holding the rune saber inlaid with magic gems, she said confidently:

"The previous defeat was only temporary. The empire is already accumulating strength and preparing for the next wave of all-out offensive against Demacia."

"Trust my sister, as long as the empire launches an attack, everything will be fine!"

"Yeah!" The little girl didn't understand anything, she just jumped up and down excitedly.

Riven listened quietly, but her expression was subtle.

She knew better than anyone else what was going on at the front line.

In the past, the imperial army followed the elite route, aiming to attract the strong to join the army with high welfare benefits.

After all, a set of standard armor for Noxus soldiers, plus helmets, swords, battle axes and other individual equipment, all add up to less than 200 catties.

If it is not a person with a strong body, he is not even qualified to serve as a soldier in Noxus.

But now, with the protracted war and the increasing loss of personnel, Riven, who has been fighting on the frontline all year round, is shocked to find that the quality of the imperial army is actually declining at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After several years of fierce fighting, Noxus has even begun to recruit orphans, serfs, and vagrants who are not physically qualified to join the army.

And not even training.Not to mention the armor, send the weapon directly to the battlefield to fill in the line.

The result is that the weaker the fight, the weaker the fight, almost falling into an endless loop.

Yes, the Demacians have been tormented enough in recent years.But how could Noxus be any better?

"This is the empire right now." Riven couldn't help but think, "If the fight continues"

"Is it really going to get better?"

(End of this chapter)