It's technology.
On Embassy Street in Shuguang City, young men and girls dressed in bright clothes came and went on the street.
Occasionally, you can see one or two shiny clothes. I think it is a holographic suit from Ideal City, and you can even switch the color of your hair with ease.
Technology is really good...
Duke Galawa, who looked out the window at the Ideal City Hotel, suddenly sighed leisurely and suddenly sighed again.
If the empire's technology is stronger, the People's League will leave me with more heritage... The people I have led will not have to eat dirt, it is really a sin.
Yesterday, Shuguang City's "Survivor Daily" reprinted "Red Clay", and he naturally saw it, although he only read the reprinted preface "Biography of L".
Although the article deliberately smeared most of the ingredients, he had to admit that there are indeed some lazy guys in Baixiangcheng who can't afford to eat beans.
But where are there no lazy people?
Besides, the Survivor Daily is clearly an alliance newspaper, but it is going to report on the lazy ghosts thousands of kilometers away, but it turns a blind eye to the lazy ghosts who have been separated from the Rock City due to alcoholism and his wife.
At this point, the "Dawn Garden Newspaper", which dares to tell the truth, is more like speaking to the millions of suffering survivors of the Alliance.
However, verbal skills are actually trivial matters. Duke Galawa did not care about the slander of the Survivor Daily, but he suddenly felt moved when he saw the clay.
It would be great if there was technology to produce nutritional paste.
That thing is said to be able to make things that cannot be eaten, and it also sounds very nutritious.
The more Prince Galaw thought about it, the more he felt that General Rowell was indeed not a good thing, and the cost of surviving the survivors of the Bharat Province was too low.
Farming requires taxes, but eating soil does not require it. The entire production to circulation link can be completed without the participation of the aristocrats and the officials appointed by the nobles. And even if he wants to intervene, he cannot intervene. This is unfair to those who farm.
...If the guy Rowell had not made the red clay out that year, but had some real technology, such as the production of nutritional cream, would not have made my empire so weak.
When he heard Duke Galawa sigh, Neyang still felt a sudden sigh, but he felt relieved when he heard this.
This guy has indeed read what he wrote, but fortunately he didn't read much.
There are a thousand Bol in the minds of a thousand readers, including Bol, who sees what he sees differently.
His duke still performed steadily as ever. This time he regarded technology as red clay in the ground. I am afraid that he would still think about making a miracle hard at this moment. He buried something in the soil and digging it out.
It is easy to fool this guy, so he will do it according to his wishes and bury some legacy of the prosperity era into the soil. He will be afraid that he will be able to make him happy by waving the shovel.
Neyan had even thought about how to use this donation in his heart, but he did not expect that Duke Galawa's next words disappointed him.
This guy was smart once and didn't give professional matters to laymen.
I made an appointment with Mr. Liszt. You can go and treat him later. Don’t neglect the distinguished guests.
When Neyan heard the name Liszt, he always felt familiar with it. After thinking for a long time, he suddenly remembered that he seemed to have seen it in an advertisement.
That guy is also a legendary figure. He started out as a businessman who was inverting goods, soared with the east wind of the bone chewing chaos, and became a stalwart figure in Giant Rock City, and escaped without hesitation before Giant Rock City collapsed.
There is a saying that he is rich in financial resources and is rich enough to rival a country, and he is the richest man in Shuguang City.
However, Neyan always felt that it was somewhat far-fetched to say that Liszt was the richest man, and the one who attended the hearing was obviously more valued by the league.
Of course, this is not a big deal.
Mr. Liszt is... the entrepreneur who produces exoskeletons and batteries?
Yes, I learned some milk to the black tea in my style, Duke Galaw said lightly, I carefully studied the evolution of the Rock City, and the merchant named Liszt made a fortune from it, including a steel manufacturer named Sun, who were basically the richest people in the alliance. It was much easier to buy them than to buy the residents of the shelter, and it was more effective.
Thinking that this fool had actually investigated the Rock City, Niyang was shocked and asked carefully.
Do you want him to run a factory in Bharat Province?
That's right, I should have done this long ago. As a diplomat, I have to do something practical for the empire.Duke Galawa smiled faintly, his eyes flashing with agile light.
Neyan reminded carefully.
But we don’t have nuclear fusion, nor do we have as many experts as Camp No. 101…How can we attract Lister to the past?
This is actually easy to deal with, Duke Galawa smiled and said, "I asked, the alliance didn't have those things at the beginning, and Liszt's factory could do it."As for nuclear fusion, it is nothing more than a matter of electricity price. I just need to exempt him from electricity price.
If Liste's factory could be moved to Baixiang City and built thousands of exoskeletons for him, he would probably not need His Majesty to take action. The private soldiers in his manor could beat the alliance all over the ground.
The Duke of Galawa showed a pleasant smile on his face, and he wanted to send a telegram to the post office of the alliance immediately to share the joy of the moment with His Majesty.
Neyan couldn't keep up with his ideas, but felt that it might be a good thing to let this guy go so hard, so he nodded.
Obey orders.
……
In the sunny Port of Jingalon, the rainy season is slowly passing, and today's good weather is as always.
On the dock surrounded by seagulls, a large and long destroyer approached the shore, and several alliance soldiers or players with tall and large horses and exoskeletons came down.
Actually, it is OK not to wear it.
However, wearing this thing is more eye-catching, and Zero Chong just likes to show off.
Walking to the front of a group of teammates, Shanhe fell into a dream, looked around at the animals and said in a serious voice.
I will check in at Camp Rowell later, and someone will be in touch with us on the task.Remember, don’t say it’s raining, or even if the shells are dropped, don’t enter the home of fellow villagers!
When I said the last sentence, Shanhe fell into my dream and looked at Zero.
The latter scratched his head awkwardly, and said in high spirits, "Yeliang Moonlight" and "The Newborn" respectively.
receive!
oh!
The powder keg in the southern waters may detonate at any time.
Logically speaking, they had been transferred back to Baiyue Province and were on standby, and shouldn't have come to Jinjialun Port at this time. However, a certain silly cicada took a group of officers and resigned naked. They could only come back at the request of the Jinjialun Port authorities to train some officers to make up for the militia regiment.
Players' tactics are not suitable for NPCs, but the experience on the battlefield is the same.
Moreover, after countless attempts to avoid death, the players of the Burning Corps have honed some tactics to the extreme.
For example, the tactics of multiple gun groups launching Xu Jin's barrage to cover the infantry's advancement. The players of the Burning Corps can even touch the edge of the shrapnel to charge forward, using the 155mm howitzer as their bayonet.
For example, airborne battles behind enemy lines, hunting large alien species, etc.
The group walked through the bustling Tulip Street and headed towards the Rowell Camp.
Passers-by frequently salute the soldiers of these alliances, and these exoskeletons wearers are also observing the people on the street.
The first coastal freight railway and the first subway running through the entire settlement have been officially opened to traffic. Although there are still many old buildings on the streets, the originally chaotic slum shacks have basically been replaced by alliance-style low-rent housing with higher floor area ratios.
There are bicycles passing through the spacious highway and there are hurried pedestrians.
The street lights that originally belonged to Tulip Street also continued to extend along the main roads, and it might not take long to spread throughout the city.
Walking on the streets of this settlement feels like Cyberbonnet, especially the most profitable industry here is cotton weaving and dyeing workshops, which is quite similar to Mumbai in the second half of the 18th century.
But the area here is much larger than that in Mumbai.
In the impression of Zero Chong, Mumbai seems to be more than 4,000 square kilometers, while Kim Garon Port includes a large undeveloped area in the suburbs with a total of 10,000 square kilometers.
Another Mumbai is on the west coast of Indy, similar to the location of Xifan Port of Bharat Province, while the Port of Jingaron is on the east coast, right at the end of the Yongliu River.
Of course, the most incongruous or disconnected thing is actually the strange oral habits of the locals.
Whether it is the residents of the lower class or the upper class, they have a sense of alliance.
It's like putting two sentences in Mandarin in Mandarin. Locals like to put two sentences of player-specific grammar and tone auxiliary words in the local dialect.
...Damn it, why do people here like to say hello to the other party’s mother so much?Zero Chong muttered, and couldn't help but wonder if there was something wrong with the map loader.
Erliang Yueguang glanced at him with a subtle expression and coughed gently.
...I think you should reflect on your usual words and deeds.
The newborn version nodded the same way and agreed.
+1. It is unrealistic to expect others to only learn good things but not bad things. If you eat grapes quickly, you will inevitably swallow your skin.
Zero Chong was stunned.
Damn, can this depend on me?
Two liang of moonlight shook his head.
Tsk, look at what I said?
Mountains and rivers fell into their dreams and laughed, patting Zero Chong on the shoulder.
Relax, this is not a big problem... As long as you don’t go to the home of a fellow villager, it is a small problem.
I fucked, how long will you play with this bad joke??Zero Chong grinned in anger, but there was no way.
But then again, the evolution of local customs may not be easy, but it really has some connection with players.
In fact, there is a big difference between the player's human language and the NPC's human language, which is a bit similar to the translation accent in another sense.
Except for those big guys who have been playing high-quality games for a long time or have had in-depth communication with NPCs, most players' conversations are in bulk.
That is, I learned a few pronunciations from VMs, and I listened too much and used too much, and I wouldn't read the translator.
On the one hand, Renlian is indeed extremely compatible, otherwise it will not be compatible with the diverse cultures of the old era.
On the other hand, the game is realistic enough that it makes people indulge in it.
However, it is two different things to know how to use it or to use it well. Even a very small number of big shots are actually the daily communication terms. Proper nouns and cultural memes that you cannot understand can only be understood based on the context.
As for most ordinary players, of course, they come as they are convenient.
As long as the key words are used correctly, even if you use Chinese grammar, NPC can understand them.
Jinjialun Port is essentially a settlement where players lead the transformation. A series of advanced ideas, including equality, are brought by players from a harmonious society in reality.
Because of enjoying the benefits of modern civilization, the emerging urban class in Port Jingaron and the old nobles who followed the trend were unconsciously moving closer to the alliance's iron men in terms of customs.
Under the influence of subtle influence, the current result was ultimately led to the current result.
That is, the iron people of the Burning Corps used bulk couplets to pollute the language of the locals.
This situation is the same as Xiaoyu's Zhuo.
It is obviously just an auxiliary tone, but it is used as a communication tool by being good at learning.
Uh, rational analysis, what you said makes sense, but I don’t always say ‘fuck’ or ‘special’…and why didn’t this happen in Dawn City?
Faced with the confused eyes of his good brother, Erliang Yueguang said eruditely.
Because the NPCs there mainly worship managers, worshiping you is by the way, for example, Xiaoyu is the most typical example... And the players in Dawn City are more extensive, such as Miss Teng Teng and Crow. When did they talk about "fuck" like you?Is it good that they are as civilized as me?
You are civilized, hammer civilized.Zero rolled his eyes.
Erliang Yueguang said with a smile.
Hey, it's better than someone, and the kids don't let it go.
What do I fuck you!%!Zero Chong's nose was almost pissed and he started to curse.
These dog stuff.
He accidentally touched his head and clarified the misunderstanding later. As a result, the rumors became more and more outrageous, which made everyone dislike him now.
Looking at the angry Ling Chong, Shanhe sighed in his dream.
There are too many irritable brothers in Jin Jialun Port, so it would be great if the crows were invited.
At this time, the version of Chusheng, who was not very talkative, suddenly shivered and spoke.
It’s better not to be there... If she comes, she feels chaotic here, and go to the forum to plan to crack down on pornography.
Three pairs of eyes looked over.
Mountains and rivers dream: What's the thing?
Two Liang Moonlight: Let’s talk about the smoky and smoky atmosphere in detail.
Zero Chong: Damn, I don’t understand, brother, please tell me Ah!
Facing those burning eyes, the newborn moved away his gaze subtly and coughed softly.
Do the task first... chat with paid things offline.
Mountains and rivers dream: …
Zero rush: %!
……
There are thirteen pronunciations of the surnames of the Rat people, and there are exactly thirteen states in the Bharat Province.
The state where King Gallon Port is located is called Rowell State. The origin of the name is naturally related to the Rowell Camp in King Gallon Port, and it is also the only state in the Bharat Province that is not related to animals.
Nasit State, where Xifan Port is located, means lion. On the easternmost part, there is Tiger State upwards, to the left is Leopard State, to the left is snake, and to the right is Bharat Sea.
The widely circulated saying of the local intellectual class is that although the states use the name of animals, they actually worship or seal the gods behind the animals.
Although Rowell is not an animal, he is the totem buried in the hearts of every survivor in the Bharat Province, and is also the only human and god who is not among the thousands of pillars.
Because everyone is a pillar, in other words, it is a walking pillar.
Or sacrifice.
However, if it is based on Ms. Han Mingyue's interpretation, there is another explanation.
That is, the Bharat Province two hundred years ago was a large ecological protection zone. Rowell State was the only scientific observation site and a place for tourists to rest at that time, while Tiger State was the main area where tigers lived, and Leopard State was the main area where leopards lived, and different breeds of snakes, elephants, lions, cows, wolves, etc. are all the same.
These wild animals were a food source for survivors at that time for a long time. After eating them to the point of extinction, the locals sanctified them out of some gratitude.
The superimposed influence of animal world video data has evolved into the belief of thousands of tribes and gods.
The two explanations are actually different perspectives. One is an analysis based on spiritual level, and the other is a purely rational deduction based on scientific arguments.
Their differences are roughly equivalent to oil paintings and sketches. They are all painted the same apples, but not exactly the same.
At present, the entire northern part of Rowell State is under the control of the Tiger Army, while the west and southwest are under the control of the Black Panther Army.
The two armies have become essential warlords. Although they are still receiving military pay from the imperial court, they are actually in line with the empire.
The relationship between the two parties is entirely maintained by money.
When the empire stops making money, these warlords will basically tear off their last faces.
In fact, due to the empire's previous embargo strategy on the Port of Jingaron and the anti-embargo measures adopted by Baiyue Company, the two major warlords on the border had long achieved financial freedom through smuggling transactions.
And not only financial freedom, but also the productivity in its controlled areas has also increased a lot.
This is not because the warlords know how well they understand governance, but on the contrary, most officers know nothing about governance and have no intention of governance at all, even worse than civil officials in the empire.
But it is precisely because of this that these officers simply adopted a completely let go of the economy model, allowing the merchants and local nobles to do it themselves.
Whoever gives the money, these military masters will give the green light to whom, and even help the merchants and officials sent by the empire to fight against them, and take guns to the nobles' manor to forcefully buy and sell.
This kind of barbaric behavior is naturally undesirable, and it even seriously damages the empire's serf economy and tax revenue. If it continues to operate in the long run, it will eventually harm the warlords themselves.
However, who wants these barbarians to catch up with the good times? They have been defeated and gained the dividends of Jinjialun Port's development.
Productivity and development have regional diffusion effects.
The advanced productivity of Port Kinggaron will somewhat move in the opposite direction of the immigration wave, feeding back to other areas of Rowell, and even Tiger and Leopard states adjacent to Rowell.
After all, to open a dyeing workshop in Jinjialun Port, workers have to pay 1,600 gallons of work.
There will always be people who are moved to move the sewing machines and dyeing tanks they bought to a small workshop where labor costs are cheaper and the alliance is beyond the reach of management, and cut off some profits from the industrial chain.
Don’t underestimate this profit. One workshop doesn’t make much money, and one hundred workshops can catch up with a large factory.
And these shop owners, who are different from factory owners, will also purchase machines to improve their productivity.
The improvement of productivity not only causes the accumulation of wealth, but also changes the relationship between people and clusters.
Especially after more and more old nobles tasted the sweetness of improving productivity and the pain of being pointed at by guns, they also began to seek the development of productivity.
Previously, the Black Panther Army's rations were dependent on the empire's allocation, but now the fiscal and tax revenue in the Jiaotou Bay area alone is enough for the local generals to support the people under their command. They can even occasionally give their brothers some canned beef that the Alliance soldiers were tired of eating as a benefit.
This little life is much more comfortable than being a dog for the Empire.
As for the commander who had put the gun on Ashin's head, he had to call Ashin politely. After all, the latter had already tied up with his boss's boss, so there was no need to take him, a little commander.
However, Ah Xin did not have the same knowledge as him because of the incident, and even helped him politely operate, making this domineering officer become the chief of the ten thousand men, and also told him that he had married the youngest daughter of a viscount noble family in Leopard State, and helped the two buy a wedding house on Tulip Street in Jinjialun Port.
He had money, identity and status, and there was also a beautiful wife who was as beautiful as a flower. The reckless man who was more reckless than Lasi was naturally grateful and cried in tears, just almost changing his voice to his father.
With the support of this Wanfu Captain and other senior executives of the Black Panther Army, the Asashin Gang's business is getting bigger and bigger, almost monopolizing the cotton in the entire Leopard State.
Although the quality and output of the Brahma Province cannot keep up with the Baiyue Province, its advantage lies in its low cost and large size, and it also accounts for a considerable proportion of the market share in Jinjialun Port.
Even if the ceasefire agreement is signed now and the smuggling work is not as high as before, they can continue to trade legally with mature ports and exchange exchange banks, and their profits are even greater than before.
However, even though the radiation effect of the Port of King Garon has a great impact on other regions of Rowell, the growth rate of development in other regions cannot keep up with the Port of King Garon itself, which is the only import and export port on the East Coast.
At present, the 10,000 square kilometers actually controlled by Baiyue Company is only one forty-one compared to the entire state, but 39 out of 40 of the wealth of the entire state is concentrated in Port Jingaron.
If the distribution of interests between the alliance and Port of Jingaron is uneven, just like the silver coins and Port of Galen, then the distribution of interests between Port of Jingaron and Rowell and the entire Bharat Province is more extreme uneven.
The residents of Jinjialun Port have already ridden bicycles as fast as the wind. Children who recite the sound of reading have begun to think about the location of people in the mountains, rivers, and where people should be many years later. However, many people in Huzhou and Leopard State still eat cakes made of mud and have to sell their children to make a living.
After "The Legend of L" and "The Diary of the Crazy Rat", "The Third Chapter "The Earth", it seems to be about to enter the bloody topic.
The Survivor Daily in Port Kim Garon was almost out of stock. Some people who didn't know about "Red Clay" read "Soil" and turned around and bought the L and Crazy Mouse in the front.
Some booksellers began to think about giving a collection of this serialized short story so that people would not cut one newspaper at a time.
They couldn't contact Mr. Rat, but they received a letter from French Fries Port
You can publish it as you like, just donate my share to the Federation.
This letter inspired many young people of Kim Galun and also inspired the members of the Federation.
Mr. Rat is next to them!
And just stare at them!
A ray of darkness seemed to appear on the horizon, and the future seemed to be bright.
There is only one book called "Bol the Awakened" in the Rock City, and there are thousands of them.
Inspired by Survivor Daily and Red Clay, young people wrote their simple and even childish ideas into poems, paintings, compose music and songs, and incorporated into a corner of the hurrying street scene of Jin Garon Port.
People have added another line of creed to the background of the idea that the gods do not exist.
They need to unite!
Just like the residents of the Rock City!
Even if people have thousands of different ideas, one idea is the same.
That is to pull out those thousand pillars!
And smashing old shackles!
And just as a storm was brewing in the Port of Jingalun, a angry young man with a fierce temper finally saw his army he was begging for.
It could not be called an army, but it was like a refugee or a bandit, not even as he had fought at Rowell's camp.
At least at that time, he and his men, those who dared to fight and fight were somewhat more virtuous and brave.
It was just such a group of people who were wearing nothing and carrying farm tools in their hands, hiding in a deserted valley in Huzhou where the tiger tribe's forces were mixed. They relied on the help sent by their fellow Yue tribes to the rescue. They occasionally had to eat some soil or trouble the surrounding little nobles.
After all, the Yue tribe has a large population, and there are many handsome men and women. Those nobles have also bought some Yue tribe members as slaves or small children, so it is reasonable to steal them in the name of saving their compatriots.
Moreover, they only rob people and food and do not kill people. The matter is not a big deal, and some little nobles really have no choice but to deal with them.
The great nobles saw that they were like fleas and were too lazy to pay attention to them. They could also annex the land of the small nobles and hit the land price.
As for the Tiger Army, the large forces were on the border of Rowell, so they were even more lazy to pay attention to them.
Nowadays, whenever you have some energy to manage your own territory, who would spend the time helping the court suppress the bandits? Instead, you can use the Yue tribe as a name to ask the court for more money.
It is precisely because of this that the Yue people thought that they were disguised as refugees who pretended to be refugees who were hiding from the war, but they could not have even found them in the leader of the Ahsin gang far away in Port Jinjialun.
Everything was as cowardly as he saw in the war report.
Even the commander of the Tiger tribe who sent him here joked that he met on the battlefield next time, and if he didn't want to fight, he threw his equipment to the ground and ran away. Everyone had money to make money together.
What a shame and humiliation!
Very nice...
Looking at the group of young men sitting scattered on the ridge of the field, Lasi gritted his teeth and cursed, pulled out the gun from his waist and pulled the trigger into the sky.
Bang!!
The thunder-like sound scared the Yue tribe members who were working in the fields. They looked up and saw a ferocious man standing by the field with a group of evil ghosts, looking like they wanted to eat them.
Standing in the field, a middle-aged man stared at him in a daze and suddenly recognized his face, with an exaggerated expression as if he had seen a ghost.
La... Lasi?!
But Lasi didn't even look at him. He reached out and grabbed the boy's neck, and pulled the thin boy out of the field and threw it on the ground like a chicken.
It hurts... it hurts... The boy kept shouting pain in his mouth, and tears were squeezed out, but unexpectedly, the evil ghost kicked him in the butt when he saw him crying.
If you are afraid of pain, go back to find your parents and don’t mess around with these people!Go and call your parents over to me!
The boy said timidly, with panic in his eyes.
I don’t have parents… I was sold nearby, and everyone here saved me.
Without parents... Haha, then I'll wipe my eyes dry, or I'll send you down to see them first!
After letting go of the child, Lasi glared fiercely at the farmer who was trying to come up to stop him, then looked at the resistance soldiers who were walking with guns.
The noise at the entrance of the village still attracted some people's attention.
These guys who can't even arrange for the people who keep watch, at least they are not deaf in their ears, and at least they can hear their own gunshots.
Those people looked alert and stared at him with a bad look. The gun was in his hand, but they did not dare to point the gun at him.
Some of them recognized this guy, the ruthless man who captured Camp Rowell and hung the commander on the tower.
No matter how much effort the alliance put in, and gave them a few cannons and guns, he actually shot the camp.
Lasi didn't even look at the fire sticks, but just stared at them with his eyes narrowed.
I said you might as well go farm, but you really have to farm.Look at your cowardly look, are you counting on the girls in French Fries Port to support you for the rest of your life, or are you counting on the people of Baiyue Company to support you for the rest of your life?
A middle-aged man mustered up the courage to step forward and stared at him.
What do you mean!
Lassi stared at him with his eyes narrowed.
Are you the person in charge here?
I am
Before the man could finish his words, he slapped him on the head and slapped him directly into the field.
You're a fucking hammer!
This was what the instructor of the league scolded him when he was training him, and now he gave this sentence to this guy again.
It was this guy who was transferred to Fang Chang!
At least it seems to him.
The slap was loud enough and it really ignited the anger of the resistance soldiers. One and two young men raised their guns and pointed at Lasi and the more than 100 officers behind him.
No!Don't shoot!
The man who fell in the field didn't care about him and shouted at his comrades in shock.
But Narasi still seemed to think the fire was not big enough, and stepped forward and walked directly to the group of young men, grabbed a man's gun and poked him into his chest.
Come!Shoot at me!Beat your compatriots who come to save you to death, come on!
The young man's face was pale, and his hands holding the gun were shaking, as if he could get out of fire at any time.
Obviously, he hadn't been on the battlefield a few times, hadn't practiced guns much, and had no chance to practice.
After all, the insurance is closed, just a hole...
Seeing the cowardice in his eyes, Lasi snatched the gun from his hand and stuffed it into his chest. He hit him and took two steps back, and was helped by others before stopping.
Have no one taught you anything? When killing someone, turn on the insurance and weld the shoulder straps to me to death. If anyone dares to steal your gun, just put it in his face with a gun.Losing a gun on the battlefield is losing your life. Be glad, you kid, it’s me who robs your gun.
A pair of eyes stared at him, with anger, astonishment, ashamed and ashamed.
But hope ignited in some people's eyes.
Including the man who claimed to be the person in charge sitting in the field.
He knew better than anyone that they were not survivors of French Fries Port, nor were they survivors of Jingalun Port, they needed not a guy who took them to plow the fields, but a guy who could take them to win the battle!
Lasi looked around everyone, not only the resistance soldiers standing at the entrance of the village blocking him, but also the farmers in the fields next to him who stood up and looked at him.
If you want to farm, stay here and plant enough. If you have enough cowards, get up and follow me.
A resistance officer swallowed and stared at him.
Where do we go...
Where to go?
Lasi smiled and looked towards the northeast with dusk on his back, narrowing his eyes slightly towards the dim sky.
He thought about it when he was on the road.
It is unrealistic to fight with the Tiger Army. These guys have guns and food, and their combat effectiveness is no longer inferior to the Gray Wolf Army, and they even almost divided up all the Gray Wolf Army on the border.
Just as the people in the league said, fighting these guys can only be used as wild monsters.
They had to open up new battlefields, and the best option was the northeast corner of the Bharat Province.
There is close to the Zhubar Mountains, and it is Silver Moon Bay that flips over.
A Tasang River flowing down the mountains waters a shock plain called Tasang Plain, where marginal peoples in the Bharat Province live, and even some believers from Silver Moon Bay.
On the administrative division of the empire, the land was named Mammoth State, and it drank a freshwater source with Silver Moon Bay, and it was fertile than Rowell State.
The most important thing is that the mountains are high and the emperor is far away, and the local area is close to the alliance's supply network.
Although the development degree is a little poor, the development degree also has the benefit of poor development degree.
Without a road network connecting Tiandu and not on the edge of Yongliu River, it is difficult to deliver materials that are loyal to the royal army and the army needs to this area.
Another thing is that there is no shortage of soldiers in poor places!
Only there can he grab a large group of troops, and the uprising in Huzhou, where the majority of the Hu tribe tribe members is simply seeking death!
I will starve to death sooner or later when I crouch in this mountain valley. If I want to survive, I will follow me to fight to the beach!
I usually don’t like to interrupt and interfere with readers’ reading when writing plots, but I still have to talk more about it. I should try to interpret the reading comprehension from the plot itself or the character. This is wasteland and not reality. Don’t be too crazy.
If you read a little more books, you will know that some things have not only happened in some places, but in many places. Don’t say it’s a horse when you see a hoof.
Otherwise, no matter how deliberately I write it, it is hard to guarantee that some people will feel it.
In addition, the characters that have appeared so far are not suitable for definitions of good or bad, including Lasi, Niyan, and even Yodu. Like the players participating in the game, they do not represent the right or wrong, but only represent their own position.
If you feel that a character represents the right one, and you still have a far-fetched approach, and you feel that he must do, say, and end up with a reasonable ending, then the novel is not called a novel.
On Embassy Street in Shuguang City, young men and girls dressed in bright clothes came and went on the street.
Occasionally, you can see one or two shiny clothes. I think it is a holographic suit from Ideal City, and you can even switch the color of your hair with ease.
Technology is really good...
Duke Galawa, who looked out the window at the Ideal City Hotel, suddenly sighed leisurely and suddenly sighed again.
If the empire's technology is stronger, the People's League will leave me with more heritage... The people I have led will not have to eat dirt, it is really a sin.
Yesterday, Shuguang City's "Survivor Daily" reprinted "Red Clay", and he naturally saw it, although he only read the reprinted preface "Biography of L".
Although the article deliberately smeared most of the ingredients, he had to admit that there are indeed some lazy guys in Baixiangcheng who can't afford to eat beans.
But where are there no lazy people?
Besides, the Survivor Daily is clearly an alliance newspaper, but it is going to report on the lazy ghosts thousands of kilometers away, but it turns a blind eye to the lazy ghosts who have been separated from the Rock City due to alcoholism and his wife.
At this point, the "Dawn Garden Newspaper", which dares to tell the truth, is more like speaking to the millions of suffering survivors of the Alliance.
However, verbal skills are actually trivial matters. Duke Galawa did not care about the slander of the Survivor Daily, but he suddenly felt moved when he saw the clay.
It would be great if there was technology to produce nutritional paste.
That thing is said to be able to make things that cannot be eaten, and it also sounds very nutritious.
The more Prince Galaw thought about it, the more he felt that General Rowell was indeed not a good thing, and the cost of surviving the survivors of the Bharat Province was too low.
Farming requires taxes, but eating soil does not require it. The entire production to circulation link can be completed without the participation of the aristocrats and the officials appointed by the nobles. And even if he wants to intervene, he cannot intervene. This is unfair to those who farm.
...If the guy Rowell had not made the red clay out that year, but had some real technology, such as the production of nutritional cream, would not have made my empire so weak.
When he heard Duke Galawa sigh, Neyang still felt a sudden sigh, but he felt relieved when he heard this.
This guy has indeed read what he wrote, but fortunately he didn't read much.
There are a thousand Bol in the minds of a thousand readers, including Bol, who sees what he sees differently.
His duke still performed steadily as ever. This time he regarded technology as red clay in the ground. I am afraid that he would still think about making a miracle hard at this moment. He buried something in the soil and digging it out.
It is easy to fool this guy, so he will do it according to his wishes and bury some legacy of the prosperity era into the soil. He will be afraid that he will be able to make him happy by waving the shovel.
Neyan had even thought about how to use this donation in his heart, but he did not expect that Duke Galawa's next words disappointed him.
This guy was smart once and didn't give professional matters to laymen.
I made an appointment with Mr. Liszt. You can go and treat him later. Don’t neglect the distinguished guests.
When Neyan heard the name Liszt, he always felt familiar with it. After thinking for a long time, he suddenly remembered that he seemed to have seen it in an advertisement.
That guy is also a legendary figure. He started out as a businessman who was inverting goods, soared with the east wind of the bone chewing chaos, and became a stalwart figure in Giant Rock City, and escaped without hesitation before Giant Rock City collapsed.
There is a saying that he is rich in financial resources and is rich enough to rival a country, and he is the richest man in Shuguang City.
However, Neyan always felt that it was somewhat far-fetched to say that Liszt was the richest man, and the one who attended the hearing was obviously more valued by the league.
Of course, this is not a big deal.
Mr. Liszt is... the entrepreneur who produces exoskeletons and batteries?
Yes, I learned some milk to the black tea in my style, Duke Galaw said lightly, I carefully studied the evolution of the Rock City, and the merchant named Liszt made a fortune from it, including a steel manufacturer named Sun, who were basically the richest people in the alliance. It was much easier to buy them than to buy the residents of the shelter, and it was more effective.
Thinking that this fool had actually investigated the Rock City, Niyang was shocked and asked carefully.
Do you want him to run a factory in Bharat Province?
That's right, I should have done this long ago. As a diplomat, I have to do something practical for the empire.Duke Galawa smiled faintly, his eyes flashing with agile light.
Neyan reminded carefully.
But we don’t have nuclear fusion, nor do we have as many experts as Camp No. 101…How can we attract Lister to the past?
This is actually easy to deal with, Duke Galawa smiled and said, "I asked, the alliance didn't have those things at the beginning, and Liszt's factory could do it."As for nuclear fusion, it is nothing more than a matter of electricity price. I just need to exempt him from electricity price.
If Liste's factory could be moved to Baixiang City and built thousands of exoskeletons for him, he would probably not need His Majesty to take action. The private soldiers in his manor could beat the alliance all over the ground.
The Duke of Galawa showed a pleasant smile on his face, and he wanted to send a telegram to the post office of the alliance immediately to share the joy of the moment with His Majesty.
Neyan couldn't keep up with his ideas, but felt that it might be a good thing to let this guy go so hard, so he nodded.
Obey orders.
……
In the sunny Port of Jingalon, the rainy season is slowly passing, and today's good weather is as always.
On the dock surrounded by seagulls, a large and long destroyer approached the shore, and several alliance soldiers or players with tall and large horses and exoskeletons came down.
Actually, it is OK not to wear it.
However, wearing this thing is more eye-catching, and Zero Chong just likes to show off.
Walking to the front of a group of teammates, Shanhe fell into a dream, looked around at the animals and said in a serious voice.
I will check in at Camp Rowell later, and someone will be in touch with us on the task.Remember, don’t say it’s raining, or even if the shells are dropped, don’t enter the home of fellow villagers!
When I said the last sentence, Shanhe fell into my dream and looked at Zero.
The latter scratched his head awkwardly, and said in high spirits, "Yeliang Moonlight" and "The Newborn" respectively.
receive!
oh!
The powder keg in the southern waters may detonate at any time.
Logically speaking, they had been transferred back to Baiyue Province and were on standby, and shouldn't have come to Jinjialun Port at this time. However, a certain silly cicada took a group of officers and resigned naked. They could only come back at the request of the Jinjialun Port authorities to train some officers to make up for the militia regiment.
Players' tactics are not suitable for NPCs, but the experience on the battlefield is the same.
Moreover, after countless attempts to avoid death, the players of the Burning Corps have honed some tactics to the extreme.
For example, the tactics of multiple gun groups launching Xu Jin's barrage to cover the infantry's advancement. The players of the Burning Corps can even touch the edge of the shrapnel to charge forward, using the 155mm howitzer as their bayonet.
For example, airborne battles behind enemy lines, hunting large alien species, etc.
The group walked through the bustling Tulip Street and headed towards the Rowell Camp.
Passers-by frequently salute the soldiers of these alliances, and these exoskeletons wearers are also observing the people on the street.
The first coastal freight railway and the first subway running through the entire settlement have been officially opened to traffic. Although there are still many old buildings on the streets, the originally chaotic slum shacks have basically been replaced by alliance-style low-rent housing with higher floor area ratios.
There are bicycles passing through the spacious highway and there are hurried pedestrians.
The street lights that originally belonged to Tulip Street also continued to extend along the main roads, and it might not take long to spread throughout the city.
Walking on the streets of this settlement feels like Cyberbonnet, especially the most profitable industry here is cotton weaving and dyeing workshops, which is quite similar to Mumbai in the second half of the 18th century.
But the area here is much larger than that in Mumbai.
In the impression of Zero Chong, Mumbai seems to be more than 4,000 square kilometers, while Kim Garon Port includes a large undeveloped area in the suburbs with a total of 10,000 square kilometers.
Another Mumbai is on the west coast of Indy, similar to the location of Xifan Port of Bharat Province, while the Port of Jingaron is on the east coast, right at the end of the Yongliu River.
Of course, the most incongruous or disconnected thing is actually the strange oral habits of the locals.
Whether it is the residents of the lower class or the upper class, they have a sense of alliance.
It's like putting two sentences in Mandarin in Mandarin. Locals like to put two sentences of player-specific grammar and tone auxiliary words in the local dialect.
...Damn it, why do people here like to say hello to the other party’s mother so much?Zero Chong muttered, and couldn't help but wonder if there was something wrong with the map loader.
Erliang Yueguang glanced at him with a subtle expression and coughed gently.
...I think you should reflect on your usual words and deeds.
The newborn version nodded the same way and agreed.
+1. It is unrealistic to expect others to only learn good things but not bad things. If you eat grapes quickly, you will inevitably swallow your skin.
Zero Chong was stunned.
Damn, can this depend on me?
Two liang of moonlight shook his head.
Tsk, look at what I said?
Mountains and rivers fell into their dreams and laughed, patting Zero Chong on the shoulder.
Relax, this is not a big problem... As long as you don’t go to the home of a fellow villager, it is a small problem.
I fucked, how long will you play with this bad joke??Zero Chong grinned in anger, but there was no way.
But then again, the evolution of local customs may not be easy, but it really has some connection with players.
In fact, there is a big difference between the player's human language and the NPC's human language, which is a bit similar to the translation accent in another sense.
Except for those big guys who have been playing high-quality games for a long time or have had in-depth communication with NPCs, most players' conversations are in bulk.
That is, I learned a few pronunciations from VMs, and I listened too much and used too much, and I wouldn't read the translator.
On the one hand, Renlian is indeed extremely compatible, otherwise it will not be compatible with the diverse cultures of the old era.
On the other hand, the game is realistic enough that it makes people indulge in it.
However, it is two different things to know how to use it or to use it well. Even a very small number of big shots are actually the daily communication terms. Proper nouns and cultural memes that you cannot understand can only be understood based on the context.
As for most ordinary players, of course, they come as they are convenient.
As long as the key words are used correctly, even if you use Chinese grammar, NPC can understand them.
Jinjialun Port is essentially a settlement where players lead the transformation. A series of advanced ideas, including equality, are brought by players from a harmonious society in reality.
Because of enjoying the benefits of modern civilization, the emerging urban class in Port Jingaron and the old nobles who followed the trend were unconsciously moving closer to the alliance's iron men in terms of customs.
Under the influence of subtle influence, the current result was ultimately led to the current result.
That is, the iron people of the Burning Corps used bulk couplets to pollute the language of the locals.
This situation is the same as Xiaoyu's Zhuo.
It is obviously just an auxiliary tone, but it is used as a communication tool by being good at learning.
Uh, rational analysis, what you said makes sense, but I don’t always say ‘fuck’ or ‘special’…and why didn’t this happen in Dawn City?
Faced with the confused eyes of his good brother, Erliang Yueguang said eruditely.
Because the NPCs there mainly worship managers, worshiping you is by the way, for example, Xiaoyu is the most typical example... And the players in Dawn City are more extensive, such as Miss Teng Teng and Crow. When did they talk about "fuck" like you?Is it good that they are as civilized as me?
You are civilized, hammer civilized.Zero rolled his eyes.
Erliang Yueguang said with a smile.
Hey, it's better than someone, and the kids don't let it go.
What do I fuck you!%!Zero Chong's nose was almost pissed and he started to curse.
These dog stuff.
He accidentally touched his head and clarified the misunderstanding later. As a result, the rumors became more and more outrageous, which made everyone dislike him now.
Looking at the angry Ling Chong, Shanhe sighed in his dream.
There are too many irritable brothers in Jin Jialun Port, so it would be great if the crows were invited.
At this time, the version of Chusheng, who was not very talkative, suddenly shivered and spoke.
It’s better not to be there... If she comes, she feels chaotic here, and go to the forum to plan to crack down on pornography.
Three pairs of eyes looked over.
Mountains and rivers dream: What's the thing?
Two Liang Moonlight: Let’s talk about the smoky and smoky atmosphere in detail.
Zero Chong: Damn, I don’t understand, brother, please tell me Ah!
Facing those burning eyes, the newborn moved away his gaze subtly and coughed softly.
Do the task first... chat with paid things offline.
Mountains and rivers dream: …
Zero rush: %!
……
There are thirteen pronunciations of the surnames of the Rat people, and there are exactly thirteen states in the Bharat Province.
The state where King Gallon Port is located is called Rowell State. The origin of the name is naturally related to the Rowell Camp in King Gallon Port, and it is also the only state in the Bharat Province that is not related to animals.
Nasit State, where Xifan Port is located, means lion. On the easternmost part, there is Tiger State upwards, to the left is Leopard State, to the left is snake, and to the right is Bharat Sea.
The widely circulated saying of the local intellectual class is that although the states use the name of animals, they actually worship or seal the gods behind the animals.
Although Rowell is not an animal, he is the totem buried in the hearts of every survivor in the Bharat Province, and is also the only human and god who is not among the thousands of pillars.
Because everyone is a pillar, in other words, it is a walking pillar.
Or sacrifice.
However, if it is based on Ms. Han Mingyue's interpretation, there is another explanation.
That is, the Bharat Province two hundred years ago was a large ecological protection zone. Rowell State was the only scientific observation site and a place for tourists to rest at that time, while Tiger State was the main area where tigers lived, and Leopard State was the main area where leopards lived, and different breeds of snakes, elephants, lions, cows, wolves, etc. are all the same.
These wild animals were a food source for survivors at that time for a long time. After eating them to the point of extinction, the locals sanctified them out of some gratitude.
The superimposed influence of animal world video data has evolved into the belief of thousands of tribes and gods.
The two explanations are actually different perspectives. One is an analysis based on spiritual level, and the other is a purely rational deduction based on scientific arguments.
Their differences are roughly equivalent to oil paintings and sketches. They are all painted the same apples, but not exactly the same.
At present, the entire northern part of Rowell State is under the control of the Tiger Army, while the west and southwest are under the control of the Black Panther Army.
The two armies have become essential warlords. Although they are still receiving military pay from the imperial court, they are actually in line with the empire.
The relationship between the two parties is entirely maintained by money.
When the empire stops making money, these warlords will basically tear off their last faces.
In fact, due to the empire's previous embargo strategy on the Port of Jingaron and the anti-embargo measures adopted by Baiyue Company, the two major warlords on the border had long achieved financial freedom through smuggling transactions.
And not only financial freedom, but also the productivity in its controlled areas has also increased a lot.
This is not because the warlords know how well they understand governance, but on the contrary, most officers know nothing about governance and have no intention of governance at all, even worse than civil officials in the empire.
But it is precisely because of this that these officers simply adopted a completely let go of the economy model, allowing the merchants and local nobles to do it themselves.
Whoever gives the money, these military masters will give the green light to whom, and even help the merchants and officials sent by the empire to fight against them, and take guns to the nobles' manor to forcefully buy and sell.
This kind of barbaric behavior is naturally undesirable, and it even seriously damages the empire's serf economy and tax revenue. If it continues to operate in the long run, it will eventually harm the warlords themselves.
However, who wants these barbarians to catch up with the good times? They have been defeated and gained the dividends of Jinjialun Port's development.
Productivity and development have regional diffusion effects.
The advanced productivity of Port Kinggaron will somewhat move in the opposite direction of the immigration wave, feeding back to other areas of Rowell, and even Tiger and Leopard states adjacent to Rowell.
After all, to open a dyeing workshop in Jinjialun Port, workers have to pay 1,600 gallons of work.
There will always be people who are moved to move the sewing machines and dyeing tanks they bought to a small workshop where labor costs are cheaper and the alliance is beyond the reach of management, and cut off some profits from the industrial chain.
Don’t underestimate this profit. One workshop doesn’t make much money, and one hundred workshops can catch up with a large factory.
And these shop owners, who are different from factory owners, will also purchase machines to improve their productivity.
The improvement of productivity not only causes the accumulation of wealth, but also changes the relationship between people and clusters.
Especially after more and more old nobles tasted the sweetness of improving productivity and the pain of being pointed at by guns, they also began to seek the development of productivity.
Previously, the Black Panther Army's rations were dependent on the empire's allocation, but now the fiscal and tax revenue in the Jiaotou Bay area alone is enough for the local generals to support the people under their command. They can even occasionally give their brothers some canned beef that the Alliance soldiers were tired of eating as a benefit.
This little life is much more comfortable than being a dog for the Empire.
As for the commander who had put the gun on Ashin's head, he had to call Ashin politely. After all, the latter had already tied up with his boss's boss, so there was no need to take him, a little commander.
However, Ah Xin did not have the same knowledge as him because of the incident, and even helped him politely operate, making this domineering officer become the chief of the ten thousand men, and also told him that he had married the youngest daughter of a viscount noble family in Leopard State, and helped the two buy a wedding house on Tulip Street in Jinjialun Port.
He had money, identity and status, and there was also a beautiful wife who was as beautiful as a flower. The reckless man who was more reckless than Lasi was naturally grateful and cried in tears, just almost changing his voice to his father.
With the support of this Wanfu Captain and other senior executives of the Black Panther Army, the Asashin Gang's business is getting bigger and bigger, almost monopolizing the cotton in the entire Leopard State.
Although the quality and output of the Brahma Province cannot keep up with the Baiyue Province, its advantage lies in its low cost and large size, and it also accounts for a considerable proportion of the market share in Jinjialun Port.
Even if the ceasefire agreement is signed now and the smuggling work is not as high as before, they can continue to trade legally with mature ports and exchange exchange banks, and their profits are even greater than before.
However, even though the radiation effect of the Port of King Garon has a great impact on other regions of Rowell, the growth rate of development in other regions cannot keep up with the Port of King Garon itself, which is the only import and export port on the East Coast.
At present, the 10,000 square kilometers actually controlled by Baiyue Company is only one forty-one compared to the entire state, but 39 out of 40 of the wealth of the entire state is concentrated in Port Jingaron.
If the distribution of interests between the alliance and Port of Jingaron is uneven, just like the silver coins and Port of Galen, then the distribution of interests between Port of Jingaron and Rowell and the entire Bharat Province is more extreme uneven.
The residents of Jinjialun Port have already ridden bicycles as fast as the wind. Children who recite the sound of reading have begun to think about the location of people in the mountains, rivers, and where people should be many years later. However, many people in Huzhou and Leopard State still eat cakes made of mud and have to sell their children to make a living.
After "The Legend of L" and "The Diary of the Crazy Rat", "The Third Chapter "The Earth", it seems to be about to enter the bloody topic.
The Survivor Daily in Port Kim Garon was almost out of stock. Some people who didn't know about "Red Clay" read "Soil" and turned around and bought the L and Crazy Mouse in the front.
Some booksellers began to think about giving a collection of this serialized short story so that people would not cut one newspaper at a time.
They couldn't contact Mr. Rat, but they received a letter from French Fries Port
You can publish it as you like, just donate my share to the Federation.
This letter inspired many young people of Kim Galun and also inspired the members of the Federation.
Mr. Rat is next to them!
And just stare at them!
A ray of darkness seemed to appear on the horizon, and the future seemed to be bright.
There is only one book called "Bol the Awakened" in the Rock City, and there are thousands of them.
Inspired by Survivor Daily and Red Clay, young people wrote their simple and even childish ideas into poems, paintings, compose music and songs, and incorporated into a corner of the hurrying street scene of Jin Garon Port.
People have added another line of creed to the background of the idea that the gods do not exist.
They need to unite!
Just like the residents of the Rock City!
Even if people have thousands of different ideas, one idea is the same.
That is to pull out those thousand pillars!
And smashing old shackles!
And just as a storm was brewing in the Port of Jingalun, a angry young man with a fierce temper finally saw his army he was begging for.
It could not be called an army, but it was like a refugee or a bandit, not even as he had fought at Rowell's camp.
At least at that time, he and his men, those who dared to fight and fight were somewhat more virtuous and brave.
It was just such a group of people who were wearing nothing and carrying farm tools in their hands, hiding in a deserted valley in Huzhou where the tiger tribe's forces were mixed. They relied on the help sent by their fellow Yue tribes to the rescue. They occasionally had to eat some soil or trouble the surrounding little nobles.
After all, the Yue tribe has a large population, and there are many handsome men and women. Those nobles have also bought some Yue tribe members as slaves or small children, so it is reasonable to steal them in the name of saving their compatriots.
Moreover, they only rob people and food and do not kill people. The matter is not a big deal, and some little nobles really have no choice but to deal with them.
The great nobles saw that they were like fleas and were too lazy to pay attention to them. They could also annex the land of the small nobles and hit the land price.
As for the Tiger Army, the large forces were on the border of Rowell, so they were even more lazy to pay attention to them.
Nowadays, whenever you have some energy to manage your own territory, who would spend the time helping the court suppress the bandits? Instead, you can use the Yue tribe as a name to ask the court for more money.
It is precisely because of this that the Yue people thought that they were disguised as refugees who pretended to be refugees who were hiding from the war, but they could not have even found them in the leader of the Ahsin gang far away in Port Jinjialun.
Everything was as cowardly as he saw in the war report.
Even the commander of the Tiger tribe who sent him here joked that he met on the battlefield next time, and if he didn't want to fight, he threw his equipment to the ground and ran away. Everyone had money to make money together.
What a shame and humiliation!
Very nice...
Looking at the group of young men sitting scattered on the ridge of the field, Lasi gritted his teeth and cursed, pulled out the gun from his waist and pulled the trigger into the sky.
Bang!!
The thunder-like sound scared the Yue tribe members who were working in the fields. They looked up and saw a ferocious man standing by the field with a group of evil ghosts, looking like they wanted to eat them.
Standing in the field, a middle-aged man stared at him in a daze and suddenly recognized his face, with an exaggerated expression as if he had seen a ghost.
La... Lasi?!
But Lasi didn't even look at him. He reached out and grabbed the boy's neck, and pulled the thin boy out of the field and threw it on the ground like a chicken.
It hurts... it hurts... The boy kept shouting pain in his mouth, and tears were squeezed out, but unexpectedly, the evil ghost kicked him in the butt when he saw him crying.
If you are afraid of pain, go back to find your parents and don’t mess around with these people!Go and call your parents over to me!
The boy said timidly, with panic in his eyes.
I don’t have parents… I was sold nearby, and everyone here saved me.
Without parents... Haha, then I'll wipe my eyes dry, or I'll send you down to see them first!
After letting go of the child, Lasi glared fiercely at the farmer who was trying to come up to stop him, then looked at the resistance soldiers who were walking with guns.
The noise at the entrance of the village still attracted some people's attention.
These guys who can't even arrange for the people who keep watch, at least they are not deaf in their ears, and at least they can hear their own gunshots.
Those people looked alert and stared at him with a bad look. The gun was in his hand, but they did not dare to point the gun at him.
Some of them recognized this guy, the ruthless man who captured Camp Rowell and hung the commander on the tower.
No matter how much effort the alliance put in, and gave them a few cannons and guns, he actually shot the camp.
Lasi didn't even look at the fire sticks, but just stared at them with his eyes narrowed.
I said you might as well go farm, but you really have to farm.Look at your cowardly look, are you counting on the girls in French Fries Port to support you for the rest of your life, or are you counting on the people of Baiyue Company to support you for the rest of your life?
A middle-aged man mustered up the courage to step forward and stared at him.
What do you mean!
Lassi stared at him with his eyes narrowed.
Are you the person in charge here?
I am
Before the man could finish his words, he slapped him on the head and slapped him directly into the field.
You're a fucking hammer!
This was what the instructor of the league scolded him when he was training him, and now he gave this sentence to this guy again.
It was this guy who was transferred to Fang Chang!
At least it seems to him.
The slap was loud enough and it really ignited the anger of the resistance soldiers. One and two young men raised their guns and pointed at Lasi and the more than 100 officers behind him.
No!Don't shoot!
The man who fell in the field didn't care about him and shouted at his comrades in shock.
But Narasi still seemed to think the fire was not big enough, and stepped forward and walked directly to the group of young men, grabbed a man's gun and poked him into his chest.
Come!Shoot at me!Beat your compatriots who come to save you to death, come on!
The young man's face was pale, and his hands holding the gun were shaking, as if he could get out of fire at any time.
Obviously, he hadn't been on the battlefield a few times, hadn't practiced guns much, and had no chance to practice.
After all, the insurance is closed, just a hole...
Seeing the cowardice in his eyes, Lasi snatched the gun from his hand and stuffed it into his chest. He hit him and took two steps back, and was helped by others before stopping.
Have no one taught you anything? When killing someone, turn on the insurance and weld the shoulder straps to me to death. If anyone dares to steal your gun, just put it in his face with a gun.Losing a gun on the battlefield is losing your life. Be glad, you kid, it’s me who robs your gun.
A pair of eyes stared at him, with anger, astonishment, ashamed and ashamed.
But hope ignited in some people's eyes.
Including the man who claimed to be the person in charge sitting in the field.
He knew better than anyone that they were not survivors of French Fries Port, nor were they survivors of Jingalun Port, they needed not a guy who took them to plow the fields, but a guy who could take them to win the battle!
Lasi looked around everyone, not only the resistance soldiers standing at the entrance of the village blocking him, but also the farmers in the fields next to him who stood up and looked at him.
If you want to farm, stay here and plant enough. If you have enough cowards, get up and follow me.
A resistance officer swallowed and stared at him.
Where do we go...
Where to go?
Lasi smiled and looked towards the northeast with dusk on his back, narrowing his eyes slightly towards the dim sky.
He thought about it when he was on the road.
It is unrealistic to fight with the Tiger Army. These guys have guns and food, and their combat effectiveness is no longer inferior to the Gray Wolf Army, and they even almost divided up all the Gray Wolf Army on the border.
Just as the people in the league said, fighting these guys can only be used as wild monsters.
They had to open up new battlefields, and the best option was the northeast corner of the Bharat Province.
There is close to the Zhubar Mountains, and it is Silver Moon Bay that flips over.
A Tasang River flowing down the mountains waters a shock plain called Tasang Plain, where marginal peoples in the Bharat Province live, and even some believers from Silver Moon Bay.
On the administrative division of the empire, the land was named Mammoth State, and it drank a freshwater source with Silver Moon Bay, and it was fertile than Rowell State.
The most important thing is that the mountains are high and the emperor is far away, and the local area is close to the alliance's supply network.
Although the development degree is a little poor, the development degree also has the benefit of poor development degree.
Without a road network connecting Tiandu and not on the edge of Yongliu River, it is difficult to deliver materials that are loyal to the royal army and the army needs to this area.
Another thing is that there is no shortage of soldiers in poor places!
Only there can he grab a large group of troops, and the uprising in Huzhou, where the majority of the Hu tribe tribe members is simply seeking death!
I will starve to death sooner or later when I crouch in this mountain valley. If I want to survive, I will follow me to fight to the beach!
I usually don’t like to interrupt and interfere with readers’ reading when writing plots, but I still have to talk more about it. I should try to interpret the reading comprehension from the plot itself or the character. This is wasteland and not reality. Don’t be too crazy.
If you read a little more books, you will know that some things have not only happened in some places, but in many places. Don’t say it’s a horse when you see a hoof.
Otherwise, no matter how deliberately I write it, it is hard to guarantee that some people will feel it.
In addition, the characters that have appeared so far are not suitable for definitions of good or bad, including Lasi, Niyan, and even Yodu. Like the players participating in the game, they do not represent the right or wrong, but only represent their own position.
If you feel that a character represents the right one, and you still have a far-fetched approach, and you feel that he must do, say, and end up with a reasonable ending, then the novel is not called a novel.
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