The winding trenches were carved on the position like twisted centipedes, cutting the land in half.
The soldier in a steel helmet stood nervously in the trenches, holding his rifle tightly in his hands, leaning forward, his eyes tightened and staring at the wilderness ahead.
Although it was a sunny day in the rainy season, an invisible black cloud pressed on everyone's heads, and both the soldiers in the trenches and the fish in the Yongliu River were overwhelmed.
Inside the front line observation post.
General Alayan stared at the distant earth slope with his brows frowned.
There were deep wrinkles engraved on the corners of his eyes, the black bags were slightly swollen, his pupils were turbid like the water of the Yongliu River, and there were a few wisps of silvery white hidden in his temples.
The haggard face seemed to have grown up in teenage overnight, completely different from the energetic appearance a week ago.
The same was true for Gopal, who was standing next to him, with an expression that he had not had a good sleep. He had always been the most thoughtful, but now he seemed taciturn.
A whole team of ten thousand people was captured by a built-in prisoner...
This kind of thing has never happened since the birth of a dynasty in the Bharat Province!
This is not only a shame for the few of their officers, but also a shame for the entire Gray Wolf Army and even all the Wolf tribe members!
What is even more heartbreaking is that the more than 10,000 captured wolf tribe warriors.
The captive of them was the most vicious thugs in the Port of Golden Gallon, a group of slaves who were tortured to the point of being physically and mentally twisted.
God knows how bad humiliation the prides of the wolf tribe will be subject to when they fall into their hands.
However, even though they were worried about the experiences of those young men, they were temporarily unable to care about those pretty guys.
Just as the news of the failure on the front line reached the royal capital, His Majesty, who was far away in Tiandu, quickly sent a telegram asking them to retreat 100 kilometers to launch defense in the area of Thousand Pillars City, and stop all offensive operations against the alliance.
The Thousand Pillars City is the holy city of the Xilan Empire and is also the holy place in the minds of all survivors of the Bharat Province. The iron chains wrapped around the totem poles symbolize blessings for this land. Every year, a large number of believers come here to pray for inner peace and tranquility.
Once the alliance is taken over here, not only the royal family of the Xilan Empire will be wiped out, but the stability of the entire province will be seriously affected.
The thugs who burned, killed and looted in the name of doomsday will sweep across the entire Bharat province.
In any case, this settlement must not fall into the hands of the alliance!
General Alayan was ready to fight to the death.
At this time, his adjutant trotted in from the trench behind and saluted with a heavy breath.
Report!The buildings in the combat area have been cleared, and there is no more bunker or field on the entire front!I promise you that apart from our people, let alone survivors, even a mouse cannot be seen!
Alayan nodded, not asking where the survivors who were in trouble were sent, but just continued to raise the telescope in his hand and stare at the east side.
There was silence there, and a wisp of people could not be seen except for a few abandoned and dilapidated houses.
The staff officer Gopal, who stood beside him, finally spoke.
The alliance abides by the ceasefire agreement...it seems they still don't want to make things too big.
His voice was filled with a hint of gratitude.
However, almost as soon as his words fell, a shadow of dust appeared in the distant wilderness.
The moment he saw the shadow of the dust, the officers in the observation post were stunned, and Alayan, who came to his senses first, shouted loudly.
Get ready for the battle!
At the same time as the roar fell, a harsh alarm sounded on the trench more than ten kilometers wide.
The machine gunner squatting on the machine gun bunker hurriedly loaded the bullet links, and the gunner hurriedly turned the winch, almost grinding the winch out sparks.
The soldiers carrying rifles came out of the explosion-proof bunker, their chests pressed against the edge of the trench, and their panic-eyed eyes looked outside with the rifle in their hands.
A handful of bright bayonets flashed under the scorching sun.
Everyone was nervously staring at the shadow of dust getting closer and closer, waiting for the order to open the fire, and silently praying in their hearts that the order must not come.
Most of the people here have experienced the great escape on the banks of the Yongliu River. Tens of thousands were chased by two hundred people, and some even jumped into the river.
The memory of fear is deeply engraved in the hearts of every wolf soldier.
No one wants to experience the fear of that day again...
Alayan's face was as deep as water, and he didn't say a word, as if he was thinking about something.Gopal, who was standing aside, was sweating profusely, and his hands holding the telescope were shaking.
This is the front line
He swallowed and said nervously.
General, if the alliance brazenly tear down the ceasefire agreement, this is the front line, we will at least go a little further.
In fact, they have already tore it.
Before the formal ceasefire agreement was signed, the soldiers of the alliance were not allowed to step out of the Golden Gallon Port. The only thing that needs to be determined now is that the man was the alliance's person or the puppet army composed of insurgents and thugs.
Wait a little longer.
Alayan interrupted him and stared at the front.
The shadow of dust finally approached.
An armored off-road vehicle painted in desert color was printed into the eyes of a group of officers and parked about one kilometer away from the trenches.
Some soldiers with sharp eyes in front and sharp eyes could even see with their naked eyes, and sweat couldn't help but seep out of the palms holding the rifle.
Just as everyone was waiting with their breath, the door pushed open and a soldier in an exoskeleton jumped out of the car.
He carried a flagpole on his shoulder, which was three people tall when he spread out. The blue flag was painted with golden and distinct strips, and the upper left corner was the badge of the alliance.
When the officers saw this, they were stunned and didn't know what he was going to do.The soldiers in the trench felt a slump in their hearts and were about to burst into despair.
No doubt
That exoskeleton is the one in the league!
They didn't even change into casual clothes...
The wind blowing along the Yongliu River blew the flags and Zero Chong unbuttoned the mask and eyepiece of the helmet to make it breathable, but it almost didn't get so smoky that it was so smoky that it was blown away.
He smiled awkwardly at the quiet and serious trench in the distance, and closed his mask again, and then inserted the three-person tall flagpole heavily into the soil under his feet.
Driven by the exoskeleton, the flagpole poled as deep as a person into the soil. It not only poked the Yongliu River, but also the hearts of a group of wolf soldiers.
The soldiers and officers in the trench in the distance watched helplessly, but none of them fired the gun and swallowed the humiliation silently.
An imperial soldier gritted his teeth and tried to aim, but the chief clerk on the side reached out and grabbed the gun chamber and shook his head to stop him.
Gopal, who was in the observation post, swallowed again, smiled awkwardly, and said calmly.
They acted quite restrainedly...
Alayan didn't speak, nor did the adjutant behind him. He laughed dryly again with boredom, and put his attention back to the telescope in his hand.
The soldier who had planted the flag returned to the car, and then an iron chain seemed to be thrown behind the car, with something like a plow and rake tied to it.
The off-road vehicle started again, turned a corner on the spot, galloping in a direction parallel to the trenches, facing away from Yongliu River.
The huge tires threw up the rolling dust, and the tight iron chains made a twitching sound, plowing a ravine ditch on the ground.
At this moment, the officers standing in the observation post finally understood what they meant, and anger climbed onto every face.
The flagpole is inserted at the location of the ceasefire line!
Facing the empire's 300,000 army, they only sent one flagpole!
This is a bare-hearted provocation!
It is a provocation to the Gray Wolf Army and even the entire empire!
These bastards!The adjutant standing behind Alayan cursed, wishing he could rush up and shoot the car on the ass, then looked at General Alayan and said sincerely, General!Give an order!They tear up the agreement first!
Alayan didn't say anything, but Staff Gopal, who was standing aside, was startled when he heard this and quickly spoke out to dissuade him.
The ceasefire agreement has not been signed yet, and it is only His Majesty's unilateral request to order the bandits to stay in the settlement... They are indeed not obliged to abide by the unsigned agreement, and it is inaccurate to say that it is a breach of the contract.
Did we just watch these guys wander around under our noses?!The adjutant clenched his fists angrily. Not to mention what the soldiers think, how can we explain to His Majesty?!
This is exactly what Your Majesty meant... Gopal coughed lightly and said hurriedly, Do you still remember the previous ceasefire edict?All the important content is written in the title, and the content is actually secondary...
Alayan nodded silently, still saying nothing, but put down his telescope silently, crossed the side of the adjutant with a shocked expression, and left the observation post on the front line.
Gopal is right.
What a loyal minister should most care about is His Majesty’s painstaking efforts, and ability is not the most important quality.
If he really ordered the fire with one stubbornness, even if the 300,000 troops came out to crush the Golden Gallon Port to pieces, even if he fought a proud victory in the end, he would not have any good ending. At most, the weeds on the grave would rise a few feet in three to five years.
If you listen carefully to every word of Your Majesty, even if you fight the most stupid battle, you will be scolded at most. If you get the saliva of the people of Tiandu, you will probably hold it high and let it go gently, and you will not really be punished.
Isn’t sharing some infamy for the royal family just what a minister should do?
Looking at the lonely figure who turned around and walked back to the trench, Gopal's face felt a little uncomfortable, although he felt relieved.
With a gentle sigh, he reached out and patted the shoulder of the staring adjutant, and also passed by the latter, following the general who was returning to the front command.
Today, the wind and waves are calm on the Yongliu River, and there is no war on the eastern front.
Later, an edict was issued, saying that the suburbs of Thousand Pillars were breezeing in. Occasionally, Alliance armor broke into the city and wanted to cross the ceasefire line to attack, but saw that General Alayan's defense line was as solid as a rock and had no chance to take advantage of, so he threw down the military flag and fled in panic.
The poster was printed with the photo of the fleeing in panic.
The rolling dust raised by the wheels looked really in a hurry, which was a rehabilitation of General Alayan, who was disgraced and restored some reputation.
Late at night, the off-road vehicle that fled in panic finally arrived late and fled back to Jingalun Port along the coastline.
Looking at the shadowy lights in the distance, the two liang of moonlight sitting in the driver's seat yawned a long time, and muttered with his slightly sore arms.
MMP!Why do we do this kind of thing, how much money we can do?
Shanhe, who was sitting in the passenger seat, hung up the camera, did not speak, but subconsciously glanced at the rearview mirror, hoping that someone who is really new will reflect on it.
However, perhaps because the version of the newborn is sitting next to him, Zero Chong obviously did not realize that the real newborn is himself.
He clearly misunderstood the captain's eyes. He straightened his body from the seat and said with a gaze.
I've been running for a day. When I go back, I'll find someone to press it?
Shanhe coughed.
Don't go to the home of a fellow villager again.
Zero Chong smiled and squeezed his eyebrows.
Who is so bored to enter the hometown of a fellow villager? I mean a washing machine was opened in the north of the city.
The newborn version who just woke up was stunned for a moment, and just heard the second half of the sentence, and subconsciously blurted out.
Damn, who can do it?
Zero Chong smiled.
No matter which talent he is, he probably is a professional player in life... Don't worry, if Blue Gopher doesn't cheat on Blue Gopher, it must be regular!The locals are not formal!
Since posting the battle report on the forum last time, many players have come to Jingalun Port recently, mainly those who are active in the Silver Moon Bay area.
They not only brought money and goods, but also gave some of the industries there.
Currently, Golden Gallon Port is in ruins, and business opportunities are everywhere here.
Even if it can make the residents of Shuguang City have an extra coat in their wardrobe and a pair of shoes on their shoe cabinets, it will be a huge sum of money to buy a house in reality.
Therefore, professional players from all walks of life also show their magical powers. Whether they make money from local people or the money from their garrisons, they have almost thought of all the ways they can come up with.
Of course, the industries run by players are still relatively formal.
After all, the circle of closed beta players is too small, and any random things will be taken to the forum. It is still not good if the dog planner sees it.
Then forget it.
The new version yawned with a boring look on his face, changed his posture, closed his eyes again with kidney deficiency, so I'd better go back and continue to be irregular.
Moonlight: ??
Zero-bump: ???
Mountains and rivers: …
MMP！
How did he draw these top-notch ones!
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Although the formal ceasefire agreement has not been signed, due to the restraint of the warring parties, the agreement for temporary ceasefire has taken effect in the tacit understanding between the two sides.
Players stationed in Golden Gallon Port draw a territory with a total area of about 10,000 square kilometers based on drone mapping data.
Compared with the buffer zone proposed by the Xilan Empire, the announcements drafted by players are much more direct.
They first announced the establishment of Z-Guardian in the Golden Gallon Port area, and then claimed actual control of the region in the name of Golden Gallon Port.
Currently, Chief Biharry is the Chief of the Port of King Gallen, and the Chief of the Guards of the Port District and Tulip Street is replaced by the former Chief of duty Mandal.
Except for the former president of the court in the settlement who was dismissed for refusing to serve the new authorities and replaced by a citizen who once served as a trial recorder in the Port District Court, the positions of other administrative departments including customs, taxation, education, transportation, firefighting, etc. have not yet changed at the moment.
In addition, the Civil Defense Office was specially established at the Port of Jingalun.
The former Avengers First Corps was officially renamed the Militia Regiment and was commanded by the Civil Defense Office, but the wartime command was controlled by the Alliance troops stationed in the port.
The former commander of the Corps, Lasi, was promoted to director of the Civil Defense Office, in charge of strategic scheduling and logistics, and no longer directly commands the front-line combat troops and participates in front-line combat.
Although this guy is a talent, and his incitement and execution are far beyond other liberated slaves, being too impulsive is also a problem that cannot be ignored.
Therefore, after discussing the forum, a group of players finally decided to move him away from the front line and transfer him to the back to the office.
This will cultivate his military literacy and may not be able to use it in the future. Second, it will prevent this guy from making small moves, such as shooting randomly on the front line.
In this way, with a series of personnel appointments, the framework of a temporary district Z government was established in a hurry.
Players who are good at making trouble have even designed a new currency for this new regional regime, and the exchange rate with silver coins is tentatively set at 10:1.
That is, 1 silver coin is 10 gallons.
The reason for doing this is mainly because the Xilan Empire closed the market to Golden Gallon Port, and the purchasing power of Xilan coins in the local area continued to depreciate, and this place is not like the French Fries Port belonging to the territory of the alliance. In the end, players are not inconvenient to directly access it into the alliance market.
After all, if that's true, it's equivalent to forcing a settlement of one million people to enter the Customs Alliance. It's hard to say who will benefit who in the end.
In contrast, getting an intermediate currency is a good choice.
In this way, Jinjialun Port can formulate loose or tight monetary policies based on its own economic needs. The inflation formed by the over-issuance of currencies will not impact the alliance market, and at the same time it can reduce the impact of Xilan currency depreciation on the finances of the settlements.
As for the original Xilan coins, they can still be freely circulated in their settlements, or the survivors rely on their abilities to smuggle the materials needed by ports from other areas of the Bharat Province.
However, some imported products denominated from silver coins, including food and production tools, that are shipped from the Alliance, need to be purchased in gallons issued by the Golden Gallon Port authorities.
At the same time, all fiscal expenditures in the settlements, whether personnel salary expenses or goods purchases, will be gradually settled from foreign currency (Xi Lan currency) to self-issued gallon payments.
When the tax rate remains unchanged, regional taxation will also be replaced with a new legal currency simultaneously according to the change in the settlement currency.
As for the currency issuance rights, of course, it is held by the authorities of Jingalun Port, and the issuer is the port bank of Jingalun Port.
In addition to the empty position of the city lord, the entire settlement has basically returned to the track of order from defense to public security.
At present, the settlements are temporarily subject to alliance laws.
When the time is ripe, the shareholders of Baiyue Company will consider convening representatives from various local industries and classes to establish a representative meeting similar to Shuguang City, and formulate a common law that suits the actual situation in the local area based on the fundamental law of the alliance as the criterion.
But to be honest, although the order in Golden Gallon Port has returned to normal track, the efficiency of this huge machine is still extremely slow.
Although the previous Governor Nihak was a bargaining expert, he was definitely a pure layman in regional governance.
This can be seen from the shop to the slum next to the Governor's Mansion that there is no plan for the entire settlement of millions of people.
The guy would rather endure the stench of Chi Chi near me than move a sum of money from the vault to repair a drainage ditches in the slum.
Not only that, except for the organizational structure of the customs and tax departments of the entire Jingalun Port, there are also some remarkable points. The other departments are like decorations, and they don’t even know how many people they have and whether they are...
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Port area, former Governor's Office.
Looking at the fire department director standing at the desk with a look of timid expression, Fang Chang couldn't help but knock on the account book on the table with his knuckles.
Where is the money?I want to know where the money went?
The man was startled, afraid that the guy would take out his gun and press it on his head, so he quickly said carefully.
Adults... Isn't the money in your hands?
He had heard of it for a long time.
The first thing that the Iron People did after landing was to control the Guard Bureau, and then the big bank on Tulip Street.
All the 500 million dinars that Your Majesty has existed there have been in the pockets of these people, and the more than 100 billion Xilan coins have become compensation for the war.
Fang Chang rolled his eyes and continued to say with restrained temper.
I asked you before!The account book is clearly written. The Governor's Office allocates 30 million Xilan coins to you every year for fire protection in Jinjialun Port. You spend this budget cleanly every year. However, I would like to ask you how many fire stations there are in the entire settlement, and how many people who put out fires don't know!
Sir, the money is mainly dispatched by Governor Nihak. I have never seen Ah before!The man was so anxious that he was about to cry, constantly wiping the sweat from his forehead. As for extinguishing the fire... it was mainly the survivor groups in each urban area who were responsible for themselves. We had no money, so we couldn't turn into a fire brigade.
Of course he also took a little, but it was far less than Governor Nihak, and the two were not the same order of magnitude as compared.
Fang Chang glared at his eyes, and although he had already expected it, he couldn't help asking.
What the hell is you responsible for?!
He didn't dare to meet this adult's eyes, the man looked to the side with his eyes swimmingly and stuttered in a low voice.
Each community has its own organization... In the remote suburbs, most of the elders of the tribe arrange a few young men to prevent disasters. If it is a block where multiple tribes live together, it is usually a few strong guys who jointly collect money for fire, and they will go wherever the fire breaks out.
Fang Chang looked at him blankly.
...What about Tulip Street?
The man said with a bitter face: Those owners of the house all have their own servants, and there are people watching them in the yard every day, so how could the fire burn?
Good guy!
Is this autonomy rate full?!
Fang Chang was shocked.
Generally speaking, the property fees and services in a community should be proportional, but it was completely reversed during the Governor-General of Nihak.
There are many tax items on the account book, and fire expenses are also recorded in detail in the account book. However, the specific responsible units cannot operate because they have no money and can only delegate their power and responsibilities to more grassroots places. So much so that local survivors need to form civil society themselves to maintain the operation of basic public facilities and spend money on the same thing again.
In a sense, Governor Nihak who can collect this tax is a talent, and the survivors of this settlement are also talents. The excellent regional matching mechanism on the wasteland perfectly matches them together.
If Master Sid was asked to lead these guys, he would have made all the ABCDEF coins and the manager would have stuffed white strips into President Melvin's drawers. I'm afraid that the Rock City would not go bankrupt, and maybe he could still fight with the alliances of the same period.
It is not impossible, the locals who hope for the afterlife are like docile lambs, no wonder the Willant people treat them as friends.
Without slapping these guys hard, Fang Chang felt that his moral standards had improved a little because of Miss Dolly.
In the past, he would definitely make full use of the rules of the game to squeeze them out. As for what the people here will do to his bird business in the future.
Seeing the adult's eyes flashing, the man felt a little afraid in his heart, swallowed unconsciously, and said carefully.
Actually…the slums rarely burn, so you don’t have to worry too much about those guys.
He paused, and he continued tentatively.
I have lived here for so many years and haven't seen a few fires, nor have I heard of anyone who was burned to death.Moreover, they usually do not use fire when eating, nor do they use much hot water.As for those citizens, they live a very comfortable life without us, and everything is still good.
Then why should I keep you?Anyway, everything is the same as before.He choked back halfway through the words of this guy without hesitation, and Fang Chang threw the account book on his chest with a heartbreaking regret.
Looking at the man who hurriedly took the account book, he got up and left the seat, reached out to grab the guy's collar, stared at the dodging eyes and said word by word.
Within three days, I will see a complete list!
There need to be the actual person in charge of fire protection issues in each street above. I need you to implement every street to me, including the area they are actually responsible for, even if the area has been demolished and they are found for me!Remember, don’t expect to find a few people to make up the numbers. We have our own informants at the grassroots level, we are not blind!
The man was so anxious that he was sweating all over, and he looked like he was about to cry.
But sir... I don't have anyone, the money is in the hands of Governor Nihak, and there are only ten people in our entire department.
He even counted his youngest son who was not yet adult, otherwise the entire department would not be able to make up even ten people.
Then go and recruit people!Try me another twenty!Remember, these twenty people are not allowed to recruit people from the same clan as you!Not one is accurate!
Yes, yes!
Looking at the guy rolling and crawling out of the office, Fang Chang exhaled a breath of turbid air in his chest, picked up the cup on the table and took a sip of tea.
These guys.
If it weren't for the others, there would be no taller people among the short guys, so he could only choose the ones who were proficient in business. He even wanted to lay off them all directly!
Picking up the list on the table, Fang Chang took a deep breath and shouted outside the office.
Next!The sewer pipe...Prasted!Do you want to keep the shit in the cessation pit to generate electricity?If I don’t deal with it completely, I will let you go down and swim!Come in!
The hoarse voice was like a death-seeking judge.
In the corridor outside the office, people lined up in a long queue and heard it, their bodies trembling at the same time, fearing that they would call themselves.
But what should come will come eventually.
Yes, yes!grown ups!I, I, I, I swim!
The man who was shouted his name turned pale. Under the gaze of two militiamen carrying rifles, he walked out of the team tremblingly and entered the office door as if he was rushing to the execution ground.
The hoarse roar soon came again, and the officials standing at the door all shrank their necks and closed their eyes, as if the spit was piercing themselves.
Because the problem is almost the same
They seemed to have met what would happen next.
The two militiamen standing in the corridor with LD-47s carrying them couldn't help but yawn, and their eyes swam aimlessly on everyone.
The commander didn't say anything to do, but called them to come with the guys who were working, and then they came over, but there was no further information. They only saw a group of officials appointed by the former governor trembling there with their necks shivering.
It's time to order for dinner soon.
I heard that I didn’t eat beans or soil for dinner today, so I changed to a thing called corn, which was said to be transported from Silver Moon Bay by a large cargo ship.
That was an imported product that Xilan coins could not buy, and only the men could afford it. The two of them were already hungry and their stomachs were whispering, and they couldn't help but mutter in their hearts.
When will I start shooting Ah...
The soldier in a steel helmet stood nervously in the trenches, holding his rifle tightly in his hands, leaning forward, his eyes tightened and staring at the wilderness ahead.
Although it was a sunny day in the rainy season, an invisible black cloud pressed on everyone's heads, and both the soldiers in the trenches and the fish in the Yongliu River were overwhelmed.
Inside the front line observation post.
General Alayan stared at the distant earth slope with his brows frowned.
There were deep wrinkles engraved on the corners of his eyes, the black bags were slightly swollen, his pupils were turbid like the water of the Yongliu River, and there were a few wisps of silvery white hidden in his temples.
The haggard face seemed to have grown up in teenage overnight, completely different from the energetic appearance a week ago.
The same was true for Gopal, who was standing next to him, with an expression that he had not had a good sleep. He had always been the most thoughtful, but now he seemed taciturn.
A whole team of ten thousand people was captured by a built-in prisoner...
This kind of thing has never happened since the birth of a dynasty in the Bharat Province!
This is not only a shame for the few of their officers, but also a shame for the entire Gray Wolf Army and even all the Wolf tribe members!
What is even more heartbreaking is that the more than 10,000 captured wolf tribe warriors.
The captive of them was the most vicious thugs in the Port of Golden Gallon, a group of slaves who were tortured to the point of being physically and mentally twisted.
God knows how bad humiliation the prides of the wolf tribe will be subject to when they fall into their hands.
However, even though they were worried about the experiences of those young men, they were temporarily unable to care about those pretty guys.
Just as the news of the failure on the front line reached the royal capital, His Majesty, who was far away in Tiandu, quickly sent a telegram asking them to retreat 100 kilometers to launch defense in the area of Thousand Pillars City, and stop all offensive operations against the alliance.
The Thousand Pillars City is the holy city of the Xilan Empire and is also the holy place in the minds of all survivors of the Bharat Province. The iron chains wrapped around the totem poles symbolize blessings for this land. Every year, a large number of believers come here to pray for inner peace and tranquility.
Once the alliance is taken over here, not only the royal family of the Xilan Empire will be wiped out, but the stability of the entire province will be seriously affected.
The thugs who burned, killed and looted in the name of doomsday will sweep across the entire Bharat province.
In any case, this settlement must not fall into the hands of the alliance!
General Alayan was ready to fight to the death.
At this time, his adjutant trotted in from the trench behind and saluted with a heavy breath.
Report!The buildings in the combat area have been cleared, and there is no more bunker or field on the entire front!I promise you that apart from our people, let alone survivors, even a mouse cannot be seen!
Alayan nodded, not asking where the survivors who were in trouble were sent, but just continued to raise the telescope in his hand and stare at the east side.
There was silence there, and a wisp of people could not be seen except for a few abandoned and dilapidated houses.
The staff officer Gopal, who stood beside him, finally spoke.
The alliance abides by the ceasefire agreement...it seems they still don't want to make things too big.
His voice was filled with a hint of gratitude.
However, almost as soon as his words fell, a shadow of dust appeared in the distant wilderness.
The moment he saw the shadow of the dust, the officers in the observation post were stunned, and Alayan, who came to his senses first, shouted loudly.
Get ready for the battle!
At the same time as the roar fell, a harsh alarm sounded on the trench more than ten kilometers wide.
The machine gunner squatting on the machine gun bunker hurriedly loaded the bullet links, and the gunner hurriedly turned the winch, almost grinding the winch out sparks.
The soldiers carrying rifles came out of the explosion-proof bunker, their chests pressed against the edge of the trench, and their panic-eyed eyes looked outside with the rifle in their hands.
A handful of bright bayonets flashed under the scorching sun.
Everyone was nervously staring at the shadow of dust getting closer and closer, waiting for the order to open the fire, and silently praying in their hearts that the order must not come.
Most of the people here have experienced the great escape on the banks of the Yongliu River. Tens of thousands were chased by two hundred people, and some even jumped into the river.
The memory of fear is deeply engraved in the hearts of every wolf soldier.
No one wants to experience the fear of that day again...
Alayan's face was as deep as water, and he didn't say a word, as if he was thinking about something.Gopal, who was standing aside, was sweating profusely, and his hands holding the telescope were shaking.
This is the front line
He swallowed and said nervously.
General, if the alliance brazenly tear down the ceasefire agreement, this is the front line, we will at least go a little further.
In fact, they have already tore it.
Before the formal ceasefire agreement was signed, the soldiers of the alliance were not allowed to step out of the Golden Gallon Port. The only thing that needs to be determined now is that the man was the alliance's person or the puppet army composed of insurgents and thugs.
Wait a little longer.
Alayan interrupted him and stared at the front.
The shadow of dust finally approached.
An armored off-road vehicle painted in desert color was printed into the eyes of a group of officers and parked about one kilometer away from the trenches.
Some soldiers with sharp eyes in front and sharp eyes could even see with their naked eyes, and sweat couldn't help but seep out of the palms holding the rifle.
Just as everyone was waiting with their breath, the door pushed open and a soldier in an exoskeleton jumped out of the car.
He carried a flagpole on his shoulder, which was three people tall when he spread out. The blue flag was painted with golden and distinct strips, and the upper left corner was the badge of the alliance.
When the officers saw this, they were stunned and didn't know what he was going to do.The soldiers in the trench felt a slump in their hearts and were about to burst into despair.
No doubt
That exoskeleton is the one in the league!
They didn't even change into casual clothes...
The wind blowing along the Yongliu River blew the flags and Zero Chong unbuttoned the mask and eyepiece of the helmet to make it breathable, but it almost didn't get so smoky that it was so smoky that it was blown away.
He smiled awkwardly at the quiet and serious trench in the distance, and closed his mask again, and then inserted the three-person tall flagpole heavily into the soil under his feet.
Driven by the exoskeleton, the flagpole poled as deep as a person into the soil. It not only poked the Yongliu River, but also the hearts of a group of wolf soldiers.
The soldiers and officers in the trench in the distance watched helplessly, but none of them fired the gun and swallowed the humiliation silently.
An imperial soldier gritted his teeth and tried to aim, but the chief clerk on the side reached out and grabbed the gun chamber and shook his head to stop him.
Gopal, who was in the observation post, swallowed again, smiled awkwardly, and said calmly.
They acted quite restrainedly...
Alayan didn't speak, nor did the adjutant behind him. He laughed dryly again with boredom, and put his attention back to the telescope in his hand.
The soldier who had planted the flag returned to the car, and then an iron chain seemed to be thrown behind the car, with something like a plow and rake tied to it.
The off-road vehicle started again, turned a corner on the spot, galloping in a direction parallel to the trenches, facing away from Yongliu River.
The huge tires threw up the rolling dust, and the tight iron chains made a twitching sound, plowing a ravine ditch on the ground.
At this moment, the officers standing in the observation post finally understood what they meant, and anger climbed onto every face.
The flagpole is inserted at the location of the ceasefire line!
Facing the empire's 300,000 army, they only sent one flagpole!
This is a bare-hearted provocation!
It is a provocation to the Gray Wolf Army and even the entire empire!
These bastards!The adjutant standing behind Alayan cursed, wishing he could rush up and shoot the car on the ass, then looked at General Alayan and said sincerely, General!Give an order!They tear up the agreement first!
Alayan didn't say anything, but Staff Gopal, who was standing aside, was startled when he heard this and quickly spoke out to dissuade him.
The ceasefire agreement has not been signed yet, and it is only His Majesty's unilateral request to order the bandits to stay in the settlement... They are indeed not obliged to abide by the unsigned agreement, and it is inaccurate to say that it is a breach of the contract.
Did we just watch these guys wander around under our noses?!The adjutant clenched his fists angrily. Not to mention what the soldiers think, how can we explain to His Majesty?!
This is exactly what Your Majesty meant... Gopal coughed lightly and said hurriedly, Do you still remember the previous ceasefire edict?All the important content is written in the title, and the content is actually secondary...
Alayan nodded silently, still saying nothing, but put down his telescope silently, crossed the side of the adjutant with a shocked expression, and left the observation post on the front line.
Gopal is right.
What a loyal minister should most care about is His Majesty’s painstaking efforts, and ability is not the most important quality.
If he really ordered the fire with one stubbornness, even if the 300,000 troops came out to crush the Golden Gallon Port to pieces, even if he fought a proud victory in the end, he would not have any good ending. At most, the weeds on the grave would rise a few feet in three to five years.
If you listen carefully to every word of Your Majesty, even if you fight the most stupid battle, you will be scolded at most. If you get the saliva of the people of Tiandu, you will probably hold it high and let it go gently, and you will not really be punished.
Isn’t sharing some infamy for the royal family just what a minister should do?
Looking at the lonely figure who turned around and walked back to the trench, Gopal's face felt a little uncomfortable, although he felt relieved.
With a gentle sigh, he reached out and patted the shoulder of the staring adjutant, and also passed by the latter, following the general who was returning to the front command.
Today, the wind and waves are calm on the Yongliu River, and there is no war on the eastern front.
Later, an edict was issued, saying that the suburbs of Thousand Pillars were breezeing in. Occasionally, Alliance armor broke into the city and wanted to cross the ceasefire line to attack, but saw that General Alayan's defense line was as solid as a rock and had no chance to take advantage of, so he threw down the military flag and fled in panic.
The poster was printed with the photo of the fleeing in panic.
The rolling dust raised by the wheels looked really in a hurry, which was a rehabilitation of General Alayan, who was disgraced and restored some reputation.
Late at night, the off-road vehicle that fled in panic finally arrived late and fled back to Jingalun Port along the coastline.
Looking at the shadowy lights in the distance, the two liang of moonlight sitting in the driver's seat yawned a long time, and muttered with his slightly sore arms.
MMP!Why do we do this kind of thing, how much money we can do?
Shanhe, who was sitting in the passenger seat, hung up the camera, did not speak, but subconsciously glanced at the rearview mirror, hoping that someone who is really new will reflect on it.
However, perhaps because the version of the newborn is sitting next to him, Zero Chong obviously did not realize that the real newborn is himself.
He clearly misunderstood the captain's eyes. He straightened his body from the seat and said with a gaze.
I've been running for a day. When I go back, I'll find someone to press it?
Shanhe coughed.
Don't go to the home of a fellow villager again.
Zero Chong smiled and squeezed his eyebrows.
Who is so bored to enter the hometown of a fellow villager? I mean a washing machine was opened in the north of the city.
The newborn version who just woke up was stunned for a moment, and just heard the second half of the sentence, and subconsciously blurted out.
Damn, who can do it?
Zero Chong smiled.
No matter which talent he is, he probably is a professional player in life... Don't worry, if Blue Gopher doesn't cheat on Blue Gopher, it must be regular!The locals are not formal!
Since posting the battle report on the forum last time, many players have come to Jingalun Port recently, mainly those who are active in the Silver Moon Bay area.
They not only brought money and goods, but also gave some of the industries there.
Currently, Golden Gallon Port is in ruins, and business opportunities are everywhere here.
Even if it can make the residents of Shuguang City have an extra coat in their wardrobe and a pair of shoes on their shoe cabinets, it will be a huge sum of money to buy a house in reality.
Therefore, professional players from all walks of life also show their magical powers. Whether they make money from local people or the money from their garrisons, they have almost thought of all the ways they can come up with.
Of course, the industries run by players are still relatively formal.
After all, the circle of closed beta players is too small, and any random things will be taken to the forum. It is still not good if the dog planner sees it.
Then forget it.
The new version yawned with a boring look on his face, changed his posture, closed his eyes again with kidney deficiency, so I'd better go back and continue to be irregular.
Moonlight: ??
Zero-bump: ???
Mountains and rivers: …
MMP！
How did he draw these top-notch ones!
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Although the formal ceasefire agreement has not been signed, due to the restraint of the warring parties, the agreement for temporary ceasefire has taken effect in the tacit understanding between the two sides.
Players stationed in Golden Gallon Port draw a territory with a total area of about 10,000 square kilometers based on drone mapping data.
Compared with the buffer zone proposed by the Xilan Empire, the announcements drafted by players are much more direct.
They first announced the establishment of Z-Guardian in the Golden Gallon Port area, and then claimed actual control of the region in the name of Golden Gallon Port.
Currently, Chief Biharry is the Chief of the Port of King Gallen, and the Chief of the Guards of the Port District and Tulip Street is replaced by the former Chief of duty Mandal.
Except for the former president of the court in the settlement who was dismissed for refusing to serve the new authorities and replaced by a citizen who once served as a trial recorder in the Port District Court, the positions of other administrative departments including customs, taxation, education, transportation, firefighting, etc. have not yet changed at the moment.
In addition, the Civil Defense Office was specially established at the Port of Jingalun.
The former Avengers First Corps was officially renamed the Militia Regiment and was commanded by the Civil Defense Office, but the wartime command was controlled by the Alliance troops stationed in the port.
The former commander of the Corps, Lasi, was promoted to director of the Civil Defense Office, in charge of strategic scheduling and logistics, and no longer directly commands the front-line combat troops and participates in front-line combat.
Although this guy is a talent, and his incitement and execution are far beyond other liberated slaves, being too impulsive is also a problem that cannot be ignored.
Therefore, after discussing the forum, a group of players finally decided to move him away from the front line and transfer him to the back to the office.
This will cultivate his military literacy and may not be able to use it in the future. Second, it will prevent this guy from making small moves, such as shooting randomly on the front line.
In this way, with a series of personnel appointments, the framework of a temporary district Z government was established in a hurry.
Players who are good at making trouble have even designed a new currency for this new regional regime, and the exchange rate with silver coins is tentatively set at 10:1.
That is, 1 silver coin is 10 gallons.
The reason for doing this is mainly because the Xilan Empire closed the market to Golden Gallon Port, and the purchasing power of Xilan coins in the local area continued to depreciate, and this place is not like the French Fries Port belonging to the territory of the alliance. In the end, players are not inconvenient to directly access it into the alliance market.
After all, if that's true, it's equivalent to forcing a settlement of one million people to enter the Customs Alliance. It's hard to say who will benefit who in the end.
In contrast, getting an intermediate currency is a good choice.
In this way, Jinjialun Port can formulate loose or tight monetary policies based on its own economic needs. The inflation formed by the over-issuance of currencies will not impact the alliance market, and at the same time it can reduce the impact of Xilan currency depreciation on the finances of the settlements.
As for the original Xilan coins, they can still be freely circulated in their settlements, or the survivors rely on their abilities to smuggle the materials needed by ports from other areas of the Bharat Province.
However, some imported products denominated from silver coins, including food and production tools, that are shipped from the Alliance, need to be purchased in gallons issued by the Golden Gallon Port authorities.
At the same time, all fiscal expenditures in the settlements, whether personnel salary expenses or goods purchases, will be gradually settled from foreign currency (Xi Lan currency) to self-issued gallon payments.
When the tax rate remains unchanged, regional taxation will also be replaced with a new legal currency simultaneously according to the change in the settlement currency.
As for the currency issuance rights, of course, it is held by the authorities of Jingalun Port, and the issuer is the port bank of Jingalun Port.
In addition to the empty position of the city lord, the entire settlement has basically returned to the track of order from defense to public security.
At present, the settlements are temporarily subject to alliance laws.
When the time is ripe, the shareholders of Baiyue Company will consider convening representatives from various local industries and classes to establish a representative meeting similar to Shuguang City, and formulate a common law that suits the actual situation in the local area based on the fundamental law of the alliance as the criterion.
But to be honest, although the order in Golden Gallon Port has returned to normal track, the efficiency of this huge machine is still extremely slow.
Although the previous Governor Nihak was a bargaining expert, he was definitely a pure layman in regional governance.
This can be seen from the shop to the slum next to the Governor's Mansion that there is no plan for the entire settlement of millions of people.
The guy would rather endure the stench of Chi Chi near me than move a sum of money from the vault to repair a drainage ditches in the slum.
Not only that, except for the organizational structure of the customs and tax departments of the entire Jingalun Port, there are also some remarkable points. The other departments are like decorations, and they don’t even know how many people they have and whether they are...
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Port area, former Governor's Office.
Looking at the fire department director standing at the desk with a look of timid expression, Fang Chang couldn't help but knock on the account book on the table with his knuckles.
Where is the money?I want to know where the money went?
The man was startled, afraid that the guy would take out his gun and press it on his head, so he quickly said carefully.
Adults... Isn't the money in your hands?
He had heard of it for a long time.
The first thing that the Iron People did after landing was to control the Guard Bureau, and then the big bank on Tulip Street.
All the 500 million dinars that Your Majesty has existed there have been in the pockets of these people, and the more than 100 billion Xilan coins have become compensation for the war.
Fang Chang rolled his eyes and continued to say with restrained temper.
I asked you before!The account book is clearly written. The Governor's Office allocates 30 million Xilan coins to you every year for fire protection in Jinjialun Port. You spend this budget cleanly every year. However, I would like to ask you how many fire stations there are in the entire settlement, and how many people who put out fires don't know!
Sir, the money is mainly dispatched by Governor Nihak. I have never seen Ah before!The man was so anxious that he was about to cry, constantly wiping the sweat from his forehead. As for extinguishing the fire... it was mainly the survivor groups in each urban area who were responsible for themselves. We had no money, so we couldn't turn into a fire brigade.
Of course he also took a little, but it was far less than Governor Nihak, and the two were not the same order of magnitude as compared.
Fang Chang glared at his eyes, and although he had already expected it, he couldn't help asking.
What the hell is you responsible for?!
He didn't dare to meet this adult's eyes, the man looked to the side with his eyes swimmingly and stuttered in a low voice.
Each community has its own organization... In the remote suburbs, most of the elders of the tribe arrange a few young men to prevent disasters. If it is a block where multiple tribes live together, it is usually a few strong guys who jointly collect money for fire, and they will go wherever the fire breaks out.
Fang Chang looked at him blankly.
...What about Tulip Street?
The man said with a bitter face: Those owners of the house all have their own servants, and there are people watching them in the yard every day, so how could the fire burn?
Good guy!
Is this autonomy rate full?!
Fang Chang was shocked.
Generally speaking, the property fees and services in a community should be proportional, but it was completely reversed during the Governor-General of Nihak.
There are many tax items on the account book, and fire expenses are also recorded in detail in the account book. However, the specific responsible units cannot operate because they have no money and can only delegate their power and responsibilities to more grassroots places. So much so that local survivors need to form civil society themselves to maintain the operation of basic public facilities and spend money on the same thing again.
In a sense, Governor Nihak who can collect this tax is a talent, and the survivors of this settlement are also talents. The excellent regional matching mechanism on the wasteland perfectly matches them together.
If Master Sid was asked to lead these guys, he would have made all the ABCDEF coins and the manager would have stuffed white strips into President Melvin's drawers. I'm afraid that the Rock City would not go bankrupt, and maybe he could still fight with the alliances of the same period.
It is not impossible, the locals who hope for the afterlife are like docile lambs, no wonder the Willant people treat them as friends.
Without slapping these guys hard, Fang Chang felt that his moral standards had improved a little because of Miss Dolly.
In the past, he would definitely make full use of the rules of the game to squeeze them out. As for what the people here will do to his bird business in the future.
Seeing the adult's eyes flashing, the man felt a little afraid in his heart, swallowed unconsciously, and said carefully.
Actually…the slums rarely burn, so you don’t have to worry too much about those guys.
He paused, and he continued tentatively.
I have lived here for so many years and haven't seen a few fires, nor have I heard of anyone who was burned to death.Moreover, they usually do not use fire when eating, nor do they use much hot water.As for those citizens, they live a very comfortable life without us, and everything is still good.
Then why should I keep you?Anyway, everything is the same as before.He choked back halfway through the words of this guy without hesitation, and Fang Chang threw the account book on his chest with a heartbreaking regret.
Looking at the man who hurriedly took the account book, he got up and left the seat, reached out to grab the guy's collar, stared at the dodging eyes and said word by word.
Within three days, I will see a complete list!
There need to be the actual person in charge of fire protection issues in each street above. I need you to implement every street to me, including the area they are actually responsible for, even if the area has been demolished and they are found for me!Remember, don’t expect to find a few people to make up the numbers. We have our own informants at the grassroots level, we are not blind!
The man was so anxious that he was sweating all over, and he looked like he was about to cry.
But sir... I don't have anyone, the money is in the hands of Governor Nihak, and there are only ten people in our entire department.
He even counted his youngest son who was not yet adult, otherwise the entire department would not be able to make up even ten people.
Then go and recruit people!Try me another twenty!Remember, these twenty people are not allowed to recruit people from the same clan as you!Not one is accurate!
Yes, yes!
Looking at the guy rolling and crawling out of the office, Fang Chang exhaled a breath of turbid air in his chest, picked up the cup on the table and took a sip of tea.
These guys.
If it weren't for the others, there would be no taller people among the short guys, so he could only choose the ones who were proficient in business. He even wanted to lay off them all directly!
Picking up the list on the table, Fang Chang took a deep breath and shouted outside the office.
Next!The sewer pipe...Prasted!Do you want to keep the shit in the cessation pit to generate electricity?If I don’t deal with it completely, I will let you go down and swim!Come in!
The hoarse voice was like a death-seeking judge.
In the corridor outside the office, people lined up in a long queue and heard it, their bodies trembling at the same time, fearing that they would call themselves.
But what should come will come eventually.
Yes, yes!grown ups!I, I, I, I swim!
The man who was shouted his name turned pale. Under the gaze of two militiamen carrying rifles, he walked out of the team tremblingly and entered the office door as if he was rushing to the execution ground.
The hoarse roar soon came again, and the officials standing at the door all shrank their necks and closed their eyes, as if the spit was piercing themselves.
Because the problem is almost the same
They seemed to have met what would happen next.
The two militiamen standing in the corridor with LD-47s carrying them couldn't help but yawn, and their eyes swam aimlessly on everyone.
The commander didn't say anything to do, but called them to come with the guys who were working, and then they came over, but there was no further information. They only saw a group of officials appointed by the former governor trembling there with their necks shivering.
It's time to order for dinner soon.
I heard that I didn’t eat beans or soil for dinner today, so I changed to a thing called corn, which was said to be transported from Silver Moon Bay by a large cargo ship.
That was an imported product that Xilan coins could not buy, and only the men could afford it. The two of them were already hungry and their stomachs were whispering, and they couldn't help but mutter in their hearts.
When will I start shooting Ah...
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