At the lower reaches of the Yongliu River, at the inland pier at the Golden Gallon Port, several young men in uniform were standing next to the newsstand.
They are water police in this area, mainly responsible for inspecting smuggling, maintaining docks and shipping order, and salvaging drowning smugglers.
Compared with the warlords in Huzhou and Baozhou who used guns to attack fugitives who broke into the border, the authorities in Jinjialun Port are more tolerant of smuggling.
For morality, the authorities will not repatriate him, but they cannot allow refugees to rush into the city.
Usually, they will send refugees to suburban resettlement sites, let these people live for the time being, find some jobs at the dock, or introduce them to them, while teaching them some simple life skills and the laws that must be understood.
After leaving the resettlement site, the refugees will receive a work card with a tax number written as a proof of their identity.
If you get your ID card in the future, your tax number will directly become their ID card number.
In fact, in order to obtain identity as soon as possible, most smugglers will take the initiative to find them after they get ashore.
It is precisely because of this that their work is relatively easy, and they will come to the newsstand to wander around when they are not busy.
The newspaper they were holding at this moment was the latest issue of Survivor Daily, and the content published on the headlines was the Xifangang tragedy that happened a week ago.
The newspaper records in detail the causes and consequences of the incident and the beginning and end of the incident.
The cause was that a laborer named Orissa died of exhaustion on the dock, causing other local free migrant workers to strike and protest.
The labor intermediary unit controlled by the authorities pretended to agree to the protesters' demands, but immediately reneged on his word when the shipping peak passed and introduced slaves from other places on a large scale, trying to replace the uncooperative free people, thus completely igniting the anger of free people.
It just so happened that the warehouse at the port piled up arms that the army intended to transport to the front line.
Therefore, an uprising led by the fire began, and it was obviously out of control in the end.
Due to the lag of the news, they only knew now that such a terrible thing had happened on the other side of the land under their feet...
It's really worth it... A young water policeman kept cursing and turned the newspaper a page angrily.
The content on the next page is about Yanush, the guy who proclaims himself to be a king.
However, the reporter from the "Survivor Daily" branch of the French Fries Port did not open his eyes after all, and he didn't know much about this guy. He only knew that he was once under Alayan and had participated in the butterfly swimming competition outside the suburbs of Jingalun Port. He was considered a veteran.
Thirteen armies set out from Xifan Port and were burning the fire to the empire's hinterland. It is still unknown where they are fighting...
Unlike the young water policeman, the older man next to him shrugged.
But civilians are innocent.
innocent?
The young man stared at his colleague with wide eyes, as if he had heard something unbelievable.
Are your fellow Willant?Did the uprising break out for no reason?The first person to die was Odisha, and there were more than three thousand Brahmins who died there!How could you sympathize with slave owners and imperialists?
Many people may not even read it, so they selectively ignored the lowly name of Odisha, but he clearly remembered that this name was the beginning of everything.
He no longer cares about what race that person is. In his eyes, that person is his compatriot and a Brahmin!
As for Yanush and the Heavenly King Army, it was just a flame that floated up later.
The Willant is the real one who sets fire!
The empire's lackey was playing with fire, skewers his compatriots into skewers and grilled them on the fire!
Now that they have taken it off, they are just a blame.
He only regretted that the fire could not be burned to Triumph City, but it burned on the land of the Bharat Province, making those exploited the price of exploitation and making his compatriots endure the torture of war.
He believed that more than one person in the entire Golden Gallon Port was thinking so, but he had seen what the hell was like in more than one newspaper.
Looking at the excited young man, the older water policeman sighed.
This is what I mean by innocentness. The survivors of Xifan Port are innocent... Of course, they also include the dead civilians of the Willant people who left their hometowns and came to our homes to expand territory for the legion and eventually became victims of politicians.I don't think it is true that they enjoyed how many colonial benefits they enjoyed.
Everything is compared, macro and macro comparison, micro and micro comparison.
The alliance did not engage in colonization, but cooperated with win-win cooperation, and the residents of the alliance did not live a bad life.
He has never been to Shuguang City, but he has seen the changes in Jin Jialun Port. He cannot do charity, and the development outside the home is better than at home.
...They are all victims, and what really deserves to be condemned is the rules of exploitation and endless greed.
But this is also a hindsight.
When he got the newspaper, everything was over.
The Willant people were probably venting their anger at Xifan Port, but the survivors of the Bharat Province had gradually woken up.
Just like the young man next to him, his first reaction was no longer that Odisha was from his tribe, but that group of big noses dared to kill my tribe!
It would be naive if the Legion thought that killing a city would conquer them.
In the history of the League of People, imperialism has never truly won. It has always moved from one quagmire to another new quagmire, and was eventually submerged in the torrent of the times.
The war has just begun.
So what if there is an airship?
So what if you inherit the inheritance?
Who didn’t come out of the Great Desert two hundred years ago?
As long as history moves forward, they will eventually be submerged in the endless sea of people...
Just as the two were arguing and even quarreling, Kapil was flipping through Mr. Rat's collection of essays.
He was not interested in war.
Ever since the shells took him away from his right arm and sent him into the prisoner-of-war camp, those deafening sounds could no longer shock him.
But those shocking words are still OK.
He is a reader of Mr. Rat, and he was in the prisoner-of-war camp.
And it was precisely because he read the article "Red Clay" that he had a decision to stay in his heart.
The authorities of Jingalun Port reached a consensus with the Empire on the return of prisoners of war, but because the Shifengshan incident happened, the people of Jingalun Port took to the streets to petition. Therefore, the authorities did not force the prisoners of war to return home, but instead changed to voluntarily staying or leaving.
At that time, Kapil spent a lot of money and used the saved wages to make the commander who came to receive prisoners of war count him as severely disabled, allowing him to stay in Kinggalun Port to continue receiving humanitarian treatment.
In fact, after installing the prosthetics produced by Jushicheng, he had no effect on his daily life and work except for charging them every few days. He stuffed money only to preserve the honor of his family and family.
After this, the prisoner-of-war camp was transformed into a refugee resettlement site, and he was transferred to the place to be a water policeman.
Just as Kapil was flipping through the collection, a ringtone came from the dock in the distance.
I saw a cargo ship with a green-bottomed double-knife flag and royal badge slowly sailing into the river port.
A big ship came.The newspaper was put back on the newsstand, and the older water policeman put on his hat. It’s strange, is there a flight to the port to report a large ship today?
Another water policeman next to him squinted his eyes and said with a grin.
The merchant ship of Xilan royal family, these people never report numbers here... They still think it is their own family, haha.
Before the ship sets off, it is not a rigid rule to apply for flight number and berth, but to reduce the trouble between the two sides.
After all, berths at inland river ports are tight and transport resources are limited. Not all berths are stopped at all times.
When the capacity peak was approaching, the river was blocked, so there were relevant regulations.
However, the emperor of the Bharat Province never abides by it, and his merchant ships often forget to apply, either a day earlier or a day later.
Several water police officers muttered.
Tsk, I'm most annoying to this unruly person.
Check him!
...There is no emperor in Jinjialun Port, everyone is the same. Go up and take a look.
Come on, wait for me.
Kapil also put the collection of essays back in the newspaper, left a note and handed it to the stall owner, asking him to help him keep the unread essays and come back to get it later.
The group walked to the dock and happened to see the owner of the merchant ship and the port staff on the dock shouting.
We arrived one day in advance, so please help us find a berth!
The port rolled its eyes.
There is no berth for you, line up on the river!
The distinguished guest behind him was urging him tightly. The owner of the ship was anxious, but it was not convenient for him to speak clearly, so he could only threaten him.
Are you not afraid that we will block the river?
That port jokingly said
Scaring me, try blocking me.
The ship owner was so angry that his teeth were itchy, but he could do nothing.
Fortunately, Wu Tuo and the ministers looked at him without flaws, one and two of them stared blankly at the shore, and without exception, they all opened their mouths in surprise.
Especially Prince Dilip, who came here with Alayan, was squatting in a small house in the Craba Market in the suburbs of the city.
As for this place, it was originally a muddy reed marsh, and he even had the impression of the path along the river.
But the path is no longer visible, and it is replaced by a wider and longer cement road.
Single-family cottages are arranged in a row on the edge of the river harbor. There are bicycles tied to the door of the small courtyard covered with flowers and plants, and there are also green-painted mailboxes.
Although not every hut is so exquisite and exquisite, those exquisite and exquisite houses are no less than those of the citizens of Tiandu.
Occasionally, one or two unique luxury houses, even a tasteful prince like him could not help but write his appreciation and envy on his face, and he had the idea of buying two buildings.
Speaking of it...
Nehak's Governor's Palace is not as grand as this?
Dilip thought he had entered the wealthy area of Golden Gallon Port, but he didn't know that this place could only be considered its suburb, and it was a far away suburb across the harbor.
Those who live nearby are either dock workers at the inland port, female workers at textile factories, or merchants and dignitaries who often travel to and from Huzhou and Baozhou.
Because the land in the remote suburbs is cheap and there are not as many rules in the city, rich people in Huzhou and Baozhou like to set up their second home here, buy a large piece of land, and then hire a designer from Jinjialun Port to build a mansion in the style of the alliance or the army.
In addition to those elegantly decorated buildings, you can also see rows of blocks that look like city walls in the distance.
These buildings are usually not far from the factory and the station, with rows of windows neatly arranged on the walls, just like corn ears, living with newly moved residents.
This is...my Golden Gallon Port?
Wu Tuo was completely confused and it took him a long time to squeeze out this sentence from his mouth.
Dilip had been here last year, and his impression of it was even more distant. He only remembered that there was a piece of red clay on the edge of the Yongliu River, the plantation on the other side, and further into the distance were the endless low shacks and the tall walled camp Rowell.
It is a chore to come here to be a governor. After all, it is a slum after leaving the port. When it comes to the hot dry season, the whole street smells indescribable.
But what caught his eye now completely overturned his impression.
He could not even imagine that the settlement would appear on the land of the Bharat Province.
The ministers following him looked at each other and couldn't say a word.
Obviously they were shocked too.
At this moment, a speedboat with a police badge drove towards this side.
The water policeman standing on the speedboat shouted to the deck.
Guard, check the ship!
The owner of the ship who was quarreling with the port quickly looked at the speedboat and explained with a smile.
We are the Royal Merchant Ship!
The water policeman standing on the deck said impatiently.
The royal merchant ship must also be inspected, put down the ladder and hurry up.
The ship owner was in a dilemma and looked at His Majesty and Prince Dilip behind him with help.
Wu Tuo had a dark face, but he whispered with the minister beside him for a few words, and finally nodded.
The eunuch came forward.
Let them come up.
The ship owner breathed a sigh of relief and quickly knelt down to thank him.
Yes, Your Majesty.
A group of water police got on the boat and looked at the aristocrats standing on the deck with surprised expressions on their faces.
Although these people did not hang their titles on their bodies, the robes they wore and accessories on their waists looked very valuable, and they might have to do it for dozens or millions of gallons.
What is even more puzzling is that these nobles actually entered the port on a ship that transports goods.
Even if this is a royal merchant ship, it is a cargo ship that pulls goods...
Kapil always felt that the person in charge looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it.
He said to those people on a routine basis.
Do you have any customs documents or any ID?If not, you have to go to customs to register...
Before he could finish his words, the man with a good identity suddenly stared at him with an angry face.
Bastard!What documents do I need when I go back to my home?
Kapil was stunned, and the water police officers around him were also stunned, wondering what this guy was going crazy.
But at this moment, Kapil suddenly recognized this familiar face, and a hint of incredible surprise gradually appeared in his eyes.
How is this possible?!
In Golden Gallon Port?
He opened his mouth wide, couldn't close his chin, and subconsciously blurted out.
...Her Majesty?!
……
Wu Tuo appeared in Jingaron Port.
And it also emerged from the reed beach in the remote suburbs with those smugglers.
Once the news was published on the newspaper, it immediately caused a huge sensation in the entire Golden Gallon Port.
The inland port where no idle people would come is crowded with black people.
Some people even came from the port area of the harbor just to see what the emperor looked like.
Because the people watching the fun affected the shipping order, the port authorities could only send more personnel to maintain order, while parked the royal merchant ship carrying the civil and military officials of the Xilan Empire on the shore outside the port. Please let the witch camel float on the water for a while.
In fact, there is no need for the authorities to mention this.
Seeing the crowded situation on the shore, Wu Tuo was also frightened. Not to mention not being afraid to get off the boat, he hid in the cabin all day and didn't even dare to open a window, for fear that he would see the light and let people know which room he was in.
After all, the Empire is not an alliance, and he dare not stand in the crowd like the manager.
After all, what if an assassin is mixed in?
Most people who have ghosts in their hearts are like this, and everyone thinks that the other party wants to harm him.
That night.
Wu Tuo, who was sitting by the bed, was depressed and drank tea and played chess with Prince Dilip.
At this moment, his most loyal eunuch came in from outside the door and kowtowed to the ground.
...Your Majesty, a reporter from the Jin Jialun Port Branch of Survivor Daily wants to interview you.
Wu Tuo frowned.
reporter?What's that thing?
The eunuch explained tremblingly.
It is...providing materials to the newspaper.
newspaper?
Wu Tuo frowned, and seemed to have heard of it. It was not a good thing anyway.
So he waved his hand and threw down a sentence impatiently.
If you don't see him, let him get out.
The eunuch nodded submissively and was about to withdraw from this palace.
Prince Dilip, who was sitting in front of Wu Tuo, suddenly felt aroused in his heart. He waved his hand and called the eunuch who was about to leave the door, then looked at Wu Tuo and said.
Slowly... Your Majesty, I don't think it's a bad thing to be interviewed.The reason why the residents of Jinjialun Port gather on the shore is simply to admire your majesty and the aura of a saint
Wu Tuo interrupted his annoyance impatiently.
How could those servants admire my majesty?
Prince Dilip said with a dry cough.
Having said that... But from another perspective, it is better to lose it than to be blocked.If you are willing to satisfy the curiosity in the hearts of those ignorant guys, they might be able to disperse from the river.At that time, we also wanted to stay on the shore, and we would not have been floating on the river all the time.
The bandits in the west were not sure when they were about to make a fuss, and the imperial guards did not give any news.
If residents of Jingalun Port come here all day long to join in the fun, they might not be able to get on the shore.
The Yongliu River was very humid and the deck was always shaking, so he couldn't stand it and stayed on the boat all the time.
Wu Tuo obviously had the same idea. He pinched the chess piece and thought for a moment, and nodded slowly.
OK.
The chess piece fell onto the chessboard.
He glanced at the eunuch who was robbing the ground with his head and said calmly.
Then let me know the reporter.
……
The night gradually deepened, the Yongliu River was silent, and there was only the slow sound of frogs in the reed marsh.
Although the crowds on the shore dispersed, the people on the boat still dared not come down.
However, even though he did not dare to get off the boat, the Wu Tuo slept peacefully on the boat. He snored like thunder in the bedroom just after ten o'clock, even more soundly than when he passed by the warlords' land.
But he slept comfortably, and some people in Jingalun Port couldn't sleep.
For example, the secretary of the Governor's Office, Yodu.
As the acting governor of King Gallon Port, he is basically responsible for the affairs of the entire port.
He had never received a diplomatic note from the Empire before, and he didn't know that the Empire's emperor was coming to Jinjialun Port, so when he heard that Wu Tuo appeared at the port of Yongliu River, he was stunned.
...The emperor is really here?
Standing opposite Yodu, Sheriff Biharry smiled bitterly and wiped the sweat from his forehead with a tissue.
It's true... I didn't believe it at first, so I made a special trip to board the boat and took a look.
He was the chief of the Port District Guard during the Nihak period and was later promoted to the sheriff for his outstanding performance during the occupation.
Although he rarely talks about his noble title, he was indeed a nobleman of the empire.
Therefore, others don’t know what Wu Tuo looks like, but he remembers it clearly.
Including several grand dukes and princes on the deck.
Pacing back and forth at the desk, Yodu stopped and couldn't help asking.
Could it be pretending?
Biharry said with a lot of laughter.
How is that possible...and not just the emperor, but Prince Dilip is also there. He recorded biometric information in our prison and it was found out after testing.If you don’t believe it, I’ll take him to test it?
Yodu said quickly.
That's not necessary... They are not suspects, so don't arrest people at will.
Sheriff Biharry said with a wry smile.
So what should I do about this?Just let them float on the river?
Not easy to deal with...
Yodu fell into deep thought.
His political sense told him that this matter is probably not that simple.
Since Wu Tuo chose to come here, he must have judged that he had nowhere to go.
Even the emperor himself felt that he could no longer control the situation...
A trace of corpse smell faintly from the wind blowing from the Yongliu River, and a thought suddenly popped up in Yodu's mind.
This empire may end!
It was like a corpse that was secretly buried. No matter how tight the coffin board was, it could not cover the stinky smell exposed from the gap.
A drop of hot sweat oozed out of Yodu's forehead.
At this moment, what he was thinking in his heart was not what the future fate of the empire would be, but what impact and impact the collapse of this behemoth would have on the Golden Gallon Port.
As one of the candidates for future mayors, he must first be responsible for the residents of King Gallon Port.
Especially responsible for their deposits.
... Let’s ask the alliance’s opinions first. See what they say. It’s better not to interfere.
Hearing Yodu’s statement, Biharry nodded in a hurry.
I think so too, please contact the alliance quickly.
I had sent a telegram to the alliance as soon as possible, but it was late at night in Dawn City, and I'm afraid I'll have to wait until tomorrow to reply to us...
As he said this, Yodu paused for a moment, walked to his desk and picked up the phone and dialed it to his secretary.
Let the president of Jinjialun Port Bank come to my office and the director of the Foreign Trade Administration... Well, now, no matter whether they are lying in the bed or soaking in the bathtub, put on their clothes and come over to me immediately!
I have important things to discuss with them in person.
……
The next morning, the sun was bright, and the port area of Jingalun Port was bustling as always.
The tragedy at Xifan Port the day before yesterday was very popular. Today, the emperor of Xilan came to Jinjialun Port again.
People were talking about whether the sky had been defeated by the Heavenly King Army.
It’s a pity that neither Lion City nor Tiandu has a branch of Survivor Daily, so they can only rely on guessing.
But it would be great if that were the case.
The Heavenly King Army at least shouted the slogan of abolition of slaves and dividing the land, and I heard that it was indeed divided, so it has improved a little.
And let alone make progress or not, they have long seen that empire and emperor dislike it!
In the beef noodle breakfast shop, diners were talking about the newly released newspaper while sing the noodles.
What a terrible death!It is best to kill all the officials in the court!It's a blow to their bones!
An old man shook his head and sighed and pointed.
Things are not that simple, so the legion will not sit idly by and the empire collapses, and they have killed so many legion people.The Thirteen-Road Army seemed to be surging, but they were all farming, and the logistics could not keep up. It was still difficult to predict the outcome if the fight was really a fight.
A man who looked at the elegant man shook his head and said regretfully.
I'm afraid that their blood will flow, but it will flow in vain.
Not far from them, a dock worker was so angry that he slapped the table and said.
These dogs have big noses!I enslaved my compatriots, and now I want to interfere in our internal affairs again!Do we think we are soft persimmons?
This was answered by many people, and the diners sitting in the noodle restaurant were filled with righteous indignation.
It's really too much!
I'll donate to the Federation now!I donate a month's salary!
What's the use of donating money to the Federation? They support Lasi, who is still spending time with Alayan in Mammoth State!
This Lasi's business is getting bigger and bigger, but it is not as good as that Yanush.
Haha, I don’t like that guy… I’m not afraid of him being the emperor, but I just want to go to Shuguang City to go public and become an apartment house.
Hahaha!After comparison, Nanush was more cheerful and just picked up the gun!
It’s a pity that it’s not easy to transport supplies from here, and it’s convenient for them to do things on the East Coast.
It’s useless. Can you stop the legion if you donate more guns to them?The Legion is about to end... Alas!It is hard to say who has fallen into the hands of these 4 million square kilometers...
Just as everyone was talking, an unusual group of people entered the noodle restaurant.
Walking to the corner of the noodle restaurant, Ah Xin ordered a bowl of scallion noodles and a basket of soup buns as usual, then spread a newspaper in his hand, drinking tea while watching slowly.
He has been reading for some time, and now he has no problem reading and writing.
Even if no one was lying around, he could understand it alone.
Standing behind him, Kunal listened to the indignant conversations of the diners, and couldn't help but clench his fists and muttered.
This damn emperor dares to come to Jinjialun Port...Boss, why don't we be him?
For a mere inland cargo ship, you have to send someone to dig a hole at the bottom of the ship, so that they can also taste the water of the Yongliu River.
Are you crazy?
Ah Xin was stunned for a moment, glanced back at his stupid little brother, shook his head in disgust before turning back.
Kill the emperor?
Can Xilan’s problem be solved by killing an emperor?
It is better for them to do small business people not to interfere in big people's affairs, otherwise they will never know how they die.
Of course, if a big man with enough weight asks him to do this, he will accept it happily.
Killing someone is indeed not difficult.
Especially on his territory.
However, this matter is also very strange. Why did Wu Tuo, who had just announced the Beizhao suddenly appear here?
After staring at the newspaper for a while, a trace of splendor suddenly flashed in Ah Xin's eyes.
This emperor...is here to avoid disaster.
Kunal was stunned when he heard this and asked in a low voice.
What do you mean is that the Heavenly King Army has reached the end of Tiandu?
Ashin said casually.
He has been here for two days, but he might be working now.
Kunar was shocked when he heard this, and he subconsciously thought about the map of the Bharat Province.
Good guy!
Wouldn’t this be two states in a row in a week?!
Even on the plain where the Legion had built infrastructure, the speed of this advance was a bit exaggerated.
In this way, isn’t that heavenly king even more powerful than Lasi…
Hearing this sentence, Ah Xin laughed and shook her head and said.
When looking at problems, you can’t just look at the surface. Whether you are powerful or not depends on who your opponent is.Yanush faced a group of peasant troops, while Rashi faced Alayan.Don't underestimate the wolf clan. He did suffer losses at the hands of the alliance, but he did not completely lose on the battlefield.
There are few people in the entire Golden Gallon Port that hope that the Empire will win, and it is a coincidence that the Gray Wolf Army can win.
In fact, including himself, he learned the lessons of the failure of the empire and was particularly responsible when expanding his business. He never did anything at all and left a line for everything.
Not only that, the leaders of other gangs wanted to write the word "ruthless" on their faces. Only he and everyone were polite, and even sat with neighbors and ate noodles, giving red envelopes to children during the New Year.
It is precisely because of this that the Asashim Gang can become bigger and stronger.
Kunal touched the back of his head and said with a smile.
That's true, hehe... As soon as you said that, I remembered it, you even took one of them with your own hands.
Ashin glanced at him.
This is not a good thing... don't mention it.
OK boss, Kunal nodded, paused for a moment and asked again, "The Emperor...
Ashin patted him on the back of his head with a grudge.
Why don’t you remember that guy? Why are you always thinking about that guy?This is not what we are doing at all. Just manage one acre of three-point land!
Kunal scratched the back of his head.
But you said that you want to pull the emperor off... I want to share your worries.
Ashin was stunned for a moment, then remembered that he had indeed said this, and it was when he was giving away Lasi.
In this situation, looking at the down-and-out emperor in the newspaper, he couldn't help laughing out loud.
It’s really nostalgic to think about it.
In the blink of an eye, everything I dreamed of in my dream was about to be realized.
Yes, that's right... Kunal, my friend, I did say this.
And I can tell you that my wish will come true soon haha!
They are water police in this area, mainly responsible for inspecting smuggling, maintaining docks and shipping order, and salvaging drowning smugglers.
Compared with the warlords in Huzhou and Baozhou who used guns to attack fugitives who broke into the border, the authorities in Jinjialun Port are more tolerant of smuggling.
For morality, the authorities will not repatriate him, but they cannot allow refugees to rush into the city.
Usually, they will send refugees to suburban resettlement sites, let these people live for the time being, find some jobs at the dock, or introduce them to them, while teaching them some simple life skills and the laws that must be understood.
After leaving the resettlement site, the refugees will receive a work card with a tax number written as a proof of their identity.
If you get your ID card in the future, your tax number will directly become their ID card number.
In fact, in order to obtain identity as soon as possible, most smugglers will take the initiative to find them after they get ashore.
It is precisely because of this that their work is relatively easy, and they will come to the newsstand to wander around when they are not busy.
The newspaper they were holding at this moment was the latest issue of Survivor Daily, and the content published on the headlines was the Xifangang tragedy that happened a week ago.
The newspaper records in detail the causes and consequences of the incident and the beginning and end of the incident.
The cause was that a laborer named Orissa died of exhaustion on the dock, causing other local free migrant workers to strike and protest.
The labor intermediary unit controlled by the authorities pretended to agree to the protesters' demands, but immediately reneged on his word when the shipping peak passed and introduced slaves from other places on a large scale, trying to replace the uncooperative free people, thus completely igniting the anger of free people.
It just so happened that the warehouse at the port piled up arms that the army intended to transport to the front line.
Therefore, an uprising led by the fire began, and it was obviously out of control in the end.
Due to the lag of the news, they only knew now that such a terrible thing had happened on the other side of the land under their feet...
It's really worth it... A young water policeman kept cursing and turned the newspaper a page angrily.
The content on the next page is about Yanush, the guy who proclaims himself to be a king.
However, the reporter from the "Survivor Daily" branch of the French Fries Port did not open his eyes after all, and he didn't know much about this guy. He only knew that he was once under Alayan and had participated in the butterfly swimming competition outside the suburbs of Jingalun Port. He was considered a veteran.
Thirteen armies set out from Xifan Port and were burning the fire to the empire's hinterland. It is still unknown where they are fighting...
Unlike the young water policeman, the older man next to him shrugged.
But civilians are innocent.
innocent?
The young man stared at his colleague with wide eyes, as if he had heard something unbelievable.
Are your fellow Willant?Did the uprising break out for no reason?The first person to die was Odisha, and there were more than three thousand Brahmins who died there!How could you sympathize with slave owners and imperialists?
Many people may not even read it, so they selectively ignored the lowly name of Odisha, but he clearly remembered that this name was the beginning of everything.
He no longer cares about what race that person is. In his eyes, that person is his compatriot and a Brahmin!
As for Yanush and the Heavenly King Army, it was just a flame that floated up later.
The Willant is the real one who sets fire!
The empire's lackey was playing with fire, skewers his compatriots into skewers and grilled them on the fire!
Now that they have taken it off, they are just a blame.
He only regretted that the fire could not be burned to Triumph City, but it burned on the land of the Bharat Province, making those exploited the price of exploitation and making his compatriots endure the torture of war.
He believed that more than one person in the entire Golden Gallon Port was thinking so, but he had seen what the hell was like in more than one newspaper.
Looking at the excited young man, the older water policeman sighed.
This is what I mean by innocentness. The survivors of Xifan Port are innocent... Of course, they also include the dead civilians of the Willant people who left their hometowns and came to our homes to expand territory for the legion and eventually became victims of politicians.I don't think it is true that they enjoyed how many colonial benefits they enjoyed.
Everything is compared, macro and macro comparison, micro and micro comparison.
The alliance did not engage in colonization, but cooperated with win-win cooperation, and the residents of the alliance did not live a bad life.
He has never been to Shuguang City, but he has seen the changes in Jin Jialun Port. He cannot do charity, and the development outside the home is better than at home.
...They are all victims, and what really deserves to be condemned is the rules of exploitation and endless greed.
But this is also a hindsight.
When he got the newspaper, everything was over.
The Willant people were probably venting their anger at Xifan Port, but the survivors of the Bharat Province had gradually woken up.
Just like the young man next to him, his first reaction was no longer that Odisha was from his tribe, but that group of big noses dared to kill my tribe!
It would be naive if the Legion thought that killing a city would conquer them.
In the history of the League of People, imperialism has never truly won. It has always moved from one quagmire to another new quagmire, and was eventually submerged in the torrent of the times.
The war has just begun.
So what if there is an airship?
So what if you inherit the inheritance?
Who didn’t come out of the Great Desert two hundred years ago?
As long as history moves forward, they will eventually be submerged in the endless sea of people...
Just as the two were arguing and even quarreling, Kapil was flipping through Mr. Rat's collection of essays.
He was not interested in war.
Ever since the shells took him away from his right arm and sent him into the prisoner-of-war camp, those deafening sounds could no longer shock him.
But those shocking words are still OK.
He is a reader of Mr. Rat, and he was in the prisoner-of-war camp.
And it was precisely because he read the article "Red Clay" that he had a decision to stay in his heart.
The authorities of Jingalun Port reached a consensus with the Empire on the return of prisoners of war, but because the Shifengshan incident happened, the people of Jingalun Port took to the streets to petition. Therefore, the authorities did not force the prisoners of war to return home, but instead changed to voluntarily staying or leaving.
At that time, Kapil spent a lot of money and used the saved wages to make the commander who came to receive prisoners of war count him as severely disabled, allowing him to stay in Kinggalun Port to continue receiving humanitarian treatment.
In fact, after installing the prosthetics produced by Jushicheng, he had no effect on his daily life and work except for charging them every few days. He stuffed money only to preserve the honor of his family and family.
After this, the prisoner-of-war camp was transformed into a refugee resettlement site, and he was transferred to the place to be a water policeman.
Just as Kapil was flipping through the collection, a ringtone came from the dock in the distance.
I saw a cargo ship with a green-bottomed double-knife flag and royal badge slowly sailing into the river port.
A big ship came.The newspaper was put back on the newsstand, and the older water policeman put on his hat. It’s strange, is there a flight to the port to report a large ship today?
Another water policeman next to him squinted his eyes and said with a grin.
The merchant ship of Xilan royal family, these people never report numbers here... They still think it is their own family, haha.
Before the ship sets off, it is not a rigid rule to apply for flight number and berth, but to reduce the trouble between the two sides.
After all, berths at inland river ports are tight and transport resources are limited. Not all berths are stopped at all times.
When the capacity peak was approaching, the river was blocked, so there were relevant regulations.
However, the emperor of the Bharat Province never abides by it, and his merchant ships often forget to apply, either a day earlier or a day later.
Several water police officers muttered.
Tsk, I'm most annoying to this unruly person.
Check him!
...There is no emperor in Jinjialun Port, everyone is the same. Go up and take a look.
Come on, wait for me.
Kapil also put the collection of essays back in the newspaper, left a note and handed it to the stall owner, asking him to help him keep the unread essays and come back to get it later.
The group walked to the dock and happened to see the owner of the merchant ship and the port staff on the dock shouting.
We arrived one day in advance, so please help us find a berth!
The port rolled its eyes.
There is no berth for you, line up on the river!
The distinguished guest behind him was urging him tightly. The owner of the ship was anxious, but it was not convenient for him to speak clearly, so he could only threaten him.
Are you not afraid that we will block the river?
That port jokingly said
Scaring me, try blocking me.
The ship owner was so angry that his teeth were itchy, but he could do nothing.
Fortunately, Wu Tuo and the ministers looked at him without flaws, one and two of them stared blankly at the shore, and without exception, they all opened their mouths in surprise.
Especially Prince Dilip, who came here with Alayan, was squatting in a small house in the Craba Market in the suburbs of the city.
As for this place, it was originally a muddy reed marsh, and he even had the impression of the path along the river.
But the path is no longer visible, and it is replaced by a wider and longer cement road.
Single-family cottages are arranged in a row on the edge of the river harbor. There are bicycles tied to the door of the small courtyard covered with flowers and plants, and there are also green-painted mailboxes.
Although not every hut is so exquisite and exquisite, those exquisite and exquisite houses are no less than those of the citizens of Tiandu.
Occasionally, one or two unique luxury houses, even a tasteful prince like him could not help but write his appreciation and envy on his face, and he had the idea of buying two buildings.
Speaking of it...
Nehak's Governor's Palace is not as grand as this?
Dilip thought he had entered the wealthy area of Golden Gallon Port, but he didn't know that this place could only be considered its suburb, and it was a far away suburb across the harbor.
Those who live nearby are either dock workers at the inland port, female workers at textile factories, or merchants and dignitaries who often travel to and from Huzhou and Baozhou.
Because the land in the remote suburbs is cheap and there are not as many rules in the city, rich people in Huzhou and Baozhou like to set up their second home here, buy a large piece of land, and then hire a designer from Jinjialun Port to build a mansion in the style of the alliance or the army.
In addition to those elegantly decorated buildings, you can also see rows of blocks that look like city walls in the distance.
These buildings are usually not far from the factory and the station, with rows of windows neatly arranged on the walls, just like corn ears, living with newly moved residents.
This is...my Golden Gallon Port?
Wu Tuo was completely confused and it took him a long time to squeeze out this sentence from his mouth.
Dilip had been here last year, and his impression of it was even more distant. He only remembered that there was a piece of red clay on the edge of the Yongliu River, the plantation on the other side, and further into the distance were the endless low shacks and the tall walled camp Rowell.
It is a chore to come here to be a governor. After all, it is a slum after leaving the port. When it comes to the hot dry season, the whole street smells indescribable.
But what caught his eye now completely overturned his impression.
He could not even imagine that the settlement would appear on the land of the Bharat Province.
The ministers following him looked at each other and couldn't say a word.
Obviously they were shocked too.
At this moment, a speedboat with a police badge drove towards this side.
The water policeman standing on the speedboat shouted to the deck.
Guard, check the ship!
The owner of the ship who was quarreling with the port quickly looked at the speedboat and explained with a smile.
We are the Royal Merchant Ship!
The water policeman standing on the deck said impatiently.
The royal merchant ship must also be inspected, put down the ladder and hurry up.
The ship owner was in a dilemma and looked at His Majesty and Prince Dilip behind him with help.
Wu Tuo had a dark face, but he whispered with the minister beside him for a few words, and finally nodded.
The eunuch came forward.
Let them come up.
The ship owner breathed a sigh of relief and quickly knelt down to thank him.
Yes, Your Majesty.
A group of water police got on the boat and looked at the aristocrats standing on the deck with surprised expressions on their faces.
Although these people did not hang their titles on their bodies, the robes they wore and accessories on their waists looked very valuable, and they might have to do it for dozens or millions of gallons.
What is even more puzzling is that these nobles actually entered the port on a ship that transports goods.
Even if this is a royal merchant ship, it is a cargo ship that pulls goods...
Kapil always felt that the person in charge looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it.
He said to those people on a routine basis.
Do you have any customs documents or any ID?If not, you have to go to customs to register...
Before he could finish his words, the man with a good identity suddenly stared at him with an angry face.
Bastard!What documents do I need when I go back to my home?
Kapil was stunned, and the water police officers around him were also stunned, wondering what this guy was going crazy.
But at this moment, Kapil suddenly recognized this familiar face, and a hint of incredible surprise gradually appeared in his eyes.
How is this possible?!
In Golden Gallon Port?
He opened his mouth wide, couldn't close his chin, and subconsciously blurted out.
...Her Majesty?!
……
Wu Tuo appeared in Jingaron Port.
And it also emerged from the reed beach in the remote suburbs with those smugglers.
Once the news was published on the newspaper, it immediately caused a huge sensation in the entire Golden Gallon Port.
The inland port where no idle people would come is crowded with black people.
Some people even came from the port area of the harbor just to see what the emperor looked like.
Because the people watching the fun affected the shipping order, the port authorities could only send more personnel to maintain order, while parked the royal merchant ship carrying the civil and military officials of the Xilan Empire on the shore outside the port. Please let the witch camel float on the water for a while.
In fact, there is no need for the authorities to mention this.
Seeing the crowded situation on the shore, Wu Tuo was also frightened. Not to mention not being afraid to get off the boat, he hid in the cabin all day and didn't even dare to open a window, for fear that he would see the light and let people know which room he was in.
After all, the Empire is not an alliance, and he dare not stand in the crowd like the manager.
After all, what if an assassin is mixed in?
Most people who have ghosts in their hearts are like this, and everyone thinks that the other party wants to harm him.
That night.
Wu Tuo, who was sitting by the bed, was depressed and drank tea and played chess with Prince Dilip.
At this moment, his most loyal eunuch came in from outside the door and kowtowed to the ground.
...Your Majesty, a reporter from the Jin Jialun Port Branch of Survivor Daily wants to interview you.
Wu Tuo frowned.
reporter?What's that thing?
The eunuch explained tremblingly.
It is...providing materials to the newspaper.
newspaper?
Wu Tuo frowned, and seemed to have heard of it. It was not a good thing anyway.
So he waved his hand and threw down a sentence impatiently.
If you don't see him, let him get out.
The eunuch nodded submissively and was about to withdraw from this palace.
Prince Dilip, who was sitting in front of Wu Tuo, suddenly felt aroused in his heart. He waved his hand and called the eunuch who was about to leave the door, then looked at Wu Tuo and said.
Slowly... Your Majesty, I don't think it's a bad thing to be interviewed.The reason why the residents of Jinjialun Port gather on the shore is simply to admire your majesty and the aura of a saint
Wu Tuo interrupted his annoyance impatiently.
How could those servants admire my majesty?
Prince Dilip said with a dry cough.
Having said that... But from another perspective, it is better to lose it than to be blocked.If you are willing to satisfy the curiosity in the hearts of those ignorant guys, they might be able to disperse from the river.At that time, we also wanted to stay on the shore, and we would not have been floating on the river all the time.
The bandits in the west were not sure when they were about to make a fuss, and the imperial guards did not give any news.
If residents of Jingalun Port come here all day long to join in the fun, they might not be able to get on the shore.
The Yongliu River was very humid and the deck was always shaking, so he couldn't stand it and stayed on the boat all the time.
Wu Tuo obviously had the same idea. He pinched the chess piece and thought for a moment, and nodded slowly.
OK.
The chess piece fell onto the chessboard.
He glanced at the eunuch who was robbing the ground with his head and said calmly.
Then let me know the reporter.
……
The night gradually deepened, the Yongliu River was silent, and there was only the slow sound of frogs in the reed marsh.
Although the crowds on the shore dispersed, the people on the boat still dared not come down.
However, even though he did not dare to get off the boat, the Wu Tuo slept peacefully on the boat. He snored like thunder in the bedroom just after ten o'clock, even more soundly than when he passed by the warlords' land.
But he slept comfortably, and some people in Jingalun Port couldn't sleep.
For example, the secretary of the Governor's Office, Yodu.
As the acting governor of King Gallon Port, he is basically responsible for the affairs of the entire port.
He had never received a diplomatic note from the Empire before, and he didn't know that the Empire's emperor was coming to Jinjialun Port, so when he heard that Wu Tuo appeared at the port of Yongliu River, he was stunned.
...The emperor is really here?
Standing opposite Yodu, Sheriff Biharry smiled bitterly and wiped the sweat from his forehead with a tissue.
It's true... I didn't believe it at first, so I made a special trip to board the boat and took a look.
He was the chief of the Port District Guard during the Nihak period and was later promoted to the sheriff for his outstanding performance during the occupation.
Although he rarely talks about his noble title, he was indeed a nobleman of the empire.
Therefore, others don’t know what Wu Tuo looks like, but he remembers it clearly.
Including several grand dukes and princes on the deck.
Pacing back and forth at the desk, Yodu stopped and couldn't help asking.
Could it be pretending?
Biharry said with a lot of laughter.
How is that possible...and not just the emperor, but Prince Dilip is also there. He recorded biometric information in our prison and it was found out after testing.If you don’t believe it, I’ll take him to test it?
Yodu said quickly.
That's not necessary... They are not suspects, so don't arrest people at will.
Sheriff Biharry said with a wry smile.
So what should I do about this?Just let them float on the river?
Not easy to deal with...
Yodu fell into deep thought.
His political sense told him that this matter is probably not that simple.
Since Wu Tuo chose to come here, he must have judged that he had nowhere to go.
Even the emperor himself felt that he could no longer control the situation...
A trace of corpse smell faintly from the wind blowing from the Yongliu River, and a thought suddenly popped up in Yodu's mind.
This empire may end!
It was like a corpse that was secretly buried. No matter how tight the coffin board was, it could not cover the stinky smell exposed from the gap.
A drop of hot sweat oozed out of Yodu's forehead.
At this moment, what he was thinking in his heart was not what the future fate of the empire would be, but what impact and impact the collapse of this behemoth would have on the Golden Gallon Port.
As one of the candidates for future mayors, he must first be responsible for the residents of King Gallon Port.
Especially responsible for their deposits.
... Let’s ask the alliance’s opinions first. See what they say. It’s better not to interfere.
Hearing Yodu’s statement, Biharry nodded in a hurry.
I think so too, please contact the alliance quickly.
I had sent a telegram to the alliance as soon as possible, but it was late at night in Dawn City, and I'm afraid I'll have to wait until tomorrow to reply to us...
As he said this, Yodu paused for a moment, walked to his desk and picked up the phone and dialed it to his secretary.
Let the president of Jinjialun Port Bank come to my office and the director of the Foreign Trade Administration... Well, now, no matter whether they are lying in the bed or soaking in the bathtub, put on their clothes and come over to me immediately!
I have important things to discuss with them in person.
……
The next morning, the sun was bright, and the port area of Jingalun Port was bustling as always.
The tragedy at Xifan Port the day before yesterday was very popular. Today, the emperor of Xilan came to Jinjialun Port again.
People were talking about whether the sky had been defeated by the Heavenly King Army.
It’s a pity that neither Lion City nor Tiandu has a branch of Survivor Daily, so they can only rely on guessing.
But it would be great if that were the case.
The Heavenly King Army at least shouted the slogan of abolition of slaves and dividing the land, and I heard that it was indeed divided, so it has improved a little.
And let alone make progress or not, they have long seen that empire and emperor dislike it!
In the beef noodle breakfast shop, diners were talking about the newly released newspaper while sing the noodles.
What a terrible death!It is best to kill all the officials in the court!It's a blow to their bones!
An old man shook his head and sighed and pointed.
Things are not that simple, so the legion will not sit idly by and the empire collapses, and they have killed so many legion people.The Thirteen-Road Army seemed to be surging, but they were all farming, and the logistics could not keep up. It was still difficult to predict the outcome if the fight was really a fight.
A man who looked at the elegant man shook his head and said regretfully.
I'm afraid that their blood will flow, but it will flow in vain.
Not far from them, a dock worker was so angry that he slapped the table and said.
These dogs have big noses!I enslaved my compatriots, and now I want to interfere in our internal affairs again!Do we think we are soft persimmons?
This was answered by many people, and the diners sitting in the noodle restaurant were filled with righteous indignation.
It's really too much!
I'll donate to the Federation now!I donate a month's salary!
What's the use of donating money to the Federation? They support Lasi, who is still spending time with Alayan in Mammoth State!
This Lasi's business is getting bigger and bigger, but it is not as good as that Yanush.
Haha, I don’t like that guy… I’m not afraid of him being the emperor, but I just want to go to Shuguang City to go public and become an apartment house.
Hahaha!After comparison, Nanush was more cheerful and just picked up the gun!
It’s a pity that it’s not easy to transport supplies from here, and it’s convenient for them to do things on the East Coast.
It’s useless. Can you stop the legion if you donate more guns to them?The Legion is about to end... Alas!It is hard to say who has fallen into the hands of these 4 million square kilometers...
Just as everyone was talking, an unusual group of people entered the noodle restaurant.
Walking to the corner of the noodle restaurant, Ah Xin ordered a bowl of scallion noodles and a basket of soup buns as usual, then spread a newspaper in his hand, drinking tea while watching slowly.
He has been reading for some time, and now he has no problem reading and writing.
Even if no one was lying around, he could understand it alone.
Standing behind him, Kunal listened to the indignant conversations of the diners, and couldn't help but clench his fists and muttered.
This damn emperor dares to come to Jinjialun Port...Boss, why don't we be him?
For a mere inland cargo ship, you have to send someone to dig a hole at the bottom of the ship, so that they can also taste the water of the Yongliu River.
Are you crazy?
Ah Xin was stunned for a moment, glanced back at his stupid little brother, shook his head in disgust before turning back.
Kill the emperor?
Can Xilan’s problem be solved by killing an emperor?
It is better for them to do small business people not to interfere in big people's affairs, otherwise they will never know how they die.
Of course, if a big man with enough weight asks him to do this, he will accept it happily.
Killing someone is indeed not difficult.
Especially on his territory.
However, this matter is also very strange. Why did Wu Tuo, who had just announced the Beizhao suddenly appear here?
After staring at the newspaper for a while, a trace of splendor suddenly flashed in Ah Xin's eyes.
This emperor...is here to avoid disaster.
Kunal was stunned when he heard this and asked in a low voice.
What do you mean is that the Heavenly King Army has reached the end of Tiandu?
Ashin said casually.
He has been here for two days, but he might be working now.
Kunar was shocked when he heard this, and he subconsciously thought about the map of the Bharat Province.
Good guy!
Wouldn’t this be two states in a row in a week?!
Even on the plain where the Legion had built infrastructure, the speed of this advance was a bit exaggerated.
In this way, isn’t that heavenly king even more powerful than Lasi…
Hearing this sentence, Ah Xin laughed and shook her head and said.
When looking at problems, you can’t just look at the surface. Whether you are powerful or not depends on who your opponent is.Yanush faced a group of peasant troops, while Rashi faced Alayan.Don't underestimate the wolf clan. He did suffer losses at the hands of the alliance, but he did not completely lose on the battlefield.
There are few people in the entire Golden Gallon Port that hope that the Empire will win, and it is a coincidence that the Gray Wolf Army can win.
In fact, including himself, he learned the lessons of the failure of the empire and was particularly responsible when expanding his business. He never did anything at all and left a line for everything.
Not only that, the leaders of other gangs wanted to write the word "ruthless" on their faces. Only he and everyone were polite, and even sat with neighbors and ate noodles, giving red envelopes to children during the New Year.
It is precisely because of this that the Asashim Gang can become bigger and stronger.
Kunal touched the back of his head and said with a smile.
That's true, hehe... As soon as you said that, I remembered it, you even took one of them with your own hands.
Ashin glanced at him.
This is not a good thing... don't mention it.
OK boss, Kunal nodded, paused for a moment and asked again, "The Emperor...
Ashin patted him on the back of his head with a grudge.
Why don’t you remember that guy? Why are you always thinking about that guy?This is not what we are doing at all. Just manage one acre of three-point land!
Kunal scratched the back of his head.
But you said that you want to pull the emperor off... I want to share your worries.
Ashin was stunned for a moment, then remembered that he had indeed said this, and it was when he was giving away Lasi.
In this situation, looking at the down-and-out emperor in the newspaper, he couldn't help laughing out loud.
It’s really nostalgic to think about it.
In the blink of an eye, everything I dreamed of in my dream was about to be realized.
Yes, that's right... Kunal, my friend, I did say this.
And I can tell you that my wish will come true soon haha!
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