On the outskirts of Xifan Port, on a piece of red land near the coastline.
A dozen Willant men were carrying the rifles in their hands, smoking cigarettes, and looking at the people who were digging holes in the distance.
There are men, women, and elderly people even looking at children who are not young.
Obviously, the Willant people did not intend to measure their height with wheels, but chose the most equal approach.
They held the shovel in their hands, sobbing all over, and buried their heads in digging the blood-red soil.
Although most of them knew who this pit was used to bury, no one dared to stop.
After all, you can live a little longer if you cooperate.
And if you stop, you have to be beaten before you die.
As for resistance...
These Willant people would like them to do so.
After all, when firing at an unarmed person, you still have to bear some guilt.
Do it well, mudworms, after finishing it, lie in and rest, haha.
Walking on the edge of the crowd, a Willant soldier carrying a rifle cursed fiercely, without hiding the humiliation in his words.
Hearing the curse from hell, the shoulders of the people buried in their heads were shaking uncontrollably, and Yingying's sob could not stop.
Finally someone couldn't hold on anymore, and his eyes blurred and collapsed on the ground.
It was not until he saw the Willant soldier strode to the meteor, and he was half awake and showed a look of fear, turned over and knelt on the ground and begged.
Sir...I'm hungry...can I... let me eat something before digging.
Hungry?After eating Ah, the soldier grabbed his head and pressed it on the ground like catching a loach. He cursed with a grim smile, "The ground is full of you, I want me to feed you?"
The man who was pressed to the ground struggled and begged for mercy, but he couldn't make any noise. Instead, he ate a lot of mud and sand in his mouth, and he swallowed it and barely had a chance to breathe.
No, I dare not... sir...
Then do it quickly!Waste stuff!
He really thought it was dirty, and the soldier was too lazy to continue to torture the dying ghost. He gave him a gun and stopped paying attention to him who was dying.
Everyone standing around looked here tremblingly, looking at the guy who was wriggling like an earthworm, but no one dared to speak out, let alone resist.
Not all the old, weak, sick and disabled people, and they are not short of strength. Even the city defense army, who suffered a defeat the day before yesterday, was mixed in here.
However, facing those vicious Willant soldiers, they only played in the wind and did not even have the courage to pick up their guns and resist.
In addition to those who cry while working, there are also some people who have put in full strength.
Not only do they have endless energy, but they also have a big picture that ordinary people don’t have.
They sweated wildly, trying to dig the pit bigger, trying to prove that they could endure hardships more than others, as if this would allow themselves to survive.
However, those people did not know that their futile attentiveness was like a clown in the eyes of those big noses, and would only make the already disdainful look even more contemptuous.
They were even too lazy to distinguish which of these people were the lions, the Japanese or the cattles, and the lowly snakes, rats, insects and birds.
Anyway, it's all hopeless.
Even if they don’t resist at this point, it’s still too kind to them to bury alive, so they should be left to the gray people to deal with.
In fact, they were planning to do this, but unfortunately there were no gray mercenaries in the troops accompanying him, and it was too inefficient to transfer some of them, so their commander finally gave up this idea.
A batch was buried yesterday, and today is the second batch, and two months is probably enough.
Looking at the people sweating profusely on the red clay, Pete flicked off the cigarette butts that had burned out of his fingers, then took out the cigarette box and lit one for himself again.
From early morning to dusk, this is the second box he has smoked today.
...Sometimes I really feel that when we come to this world, we are doing these dirty and tiring tasks.
The big man standing aside looked at his ten-husband and muttered in a low voice.
These?
Pete grinned and stood in the ashes and smiled as if self-deprecatingly.
That’s right, clean up slime mold, clean up garbage, and rotten dirty blood.All the work that the old guys in the prosperous era are unwilling to do and the work that they cannot do is handed over to us.We are like the thing that does dialysis for the kidneys, and we are responsible for cleaning these things. Only in this way can this moldy world return to normal... What do you think?
Just like a scavenger.
And after all this was over, it was probably time for them to be swept into the garbage dump.
The New Age has no future for the Willant people. Their ending was decided from the moment they were born. They will be swept into the garbage dump as the last piece of dust in the Wasteland Age and become the last wasteland guests.
However, it is precisely because of this that the greatness of the Marshal is highlighted.
From the beginning, the noble adult saw through the filth in the hearts of those noble people, and without hesitation, he led them together and overthrew the hypocritical peace.
Although he was just a little chief, he respected that adult from the bottom of his heart.
I don't know, but they must die.The big man's face was full of hatred, and his ferocious flesh trembled gently with anger.
I agree...
Pete, holding a cigarette butt, grinned and turned his gaze to the sea level in the distance, but at this moment he narrowed his eyes slightly.
I saw several black dots appearing in the place where the sea and the sky meet.
That seemed to be a cargo ship.
He took off the walkie-talkie hanging on his shoulder and pressed the button and spoke.
...The boat is here.
Yes, it comes from the east.
……
Yarman's fleet almost rushed to the port, and because of its speed, it almost hit the dock.
The fleet arrived a full 24 hours earlier than expected.
Under Yarman's almost crazy urging, his sailors almost threw the ship over.
Looking at the messy harbor in front of him, Yarman rushed to the edge of the deck like crazy.
Let me go!Let me go down!
Seeing that his boss was about to jump off the deck four or five meters high, the captain and several sailors next to him rushed forward and caught him and pressed him tightly against the railing.
Boss, calm down!At least wait for the gangway to be put down!Do you want to throw yourself to death?
Then let me die!I'll go down to accompany them!Yarman roared hysterically, trying to struggle out of those hands.
Several sailors next to him were frightened and hurriedly spoke.
That won't work, what should we do if you die?
All my wealth is on your boat!
The wages for this trip have not been paid yet
Shut up!He roared at the heartless sailors, the captain looked at Yarman, swallowed and said hurriedly, "... He opened his eyes and saw clearly. The shore is ours, and your family may still be alive. If they were told that you fell to death on the dock, what would they think?
This sentence calmed Yarman a little, and his tense shoulders stopped trembling.
The captain winked at the sailors beside him, asking them to keep the boss close and wait until the gangway is set firm before watching him get off the boat.
Looking at the lost man, Brother Dog standing on the deck couldn't bear it and sighed.
If you want to be a little brother, life will inevitably be unsatisfactory... Uh, I mean, it’s a blessing to lose my husband and wife... Bah!OK, at least you don't have to pay back the bank money...
Looking at the guy who couldn't spit out human words, the messing stick couldn't help but squirt.
You can say a few words.
The catheter dog muttered unconvincedly.
What does it matter... He doesn't understand what I said anyway.
The visionary eagle suddenly jumped out of her mouth.
That may not be true.
Catheter Dog: ???
The warlike wolf was silent for a moment, staring at the man's back, and finally shook his head.
...Sad to mourn.
Without a slight reaction to the noise behind him, Yarman just pressed his face against the wet deck with a dead face, and he felt like he had been evacuated.
It was not until the anchor chain and gangway were put down one after another and the ship finally stopped, that he finally reacted, broke free from his hands that bound him, and stumbled off the ship.
I had noticed these ships a long time ago, and a team of Willant soldiers came over with guns on their backs.
Yarman staggered to them and grabbed one of the guys by the arm.
His blue lips trembled, and he opened and closed for a long time but couldn't say a word.
But everyone here knew what he was saying, as if he had heard it.
Looking at this pretty guy, the soldiers showed a pity expression on their faces.
One of the ten men walked up and put his hand on his shoulder and snatched it, saying in a comforting tone.
…We found some survivors, but weren’t sure if there were any of your family.
A glimmer of hope in his dark eyes, Yarman asked in a trembling voice.
Where are they?
The tenth prince looked at the young man who was grabbed by him.
You take him there.
yes!The young man stood attentively, then looked at Yarman and said, please come with me.
Yarman let go of the hand holding his arm and followed him tightly.
The tenth prince then looked at the four guys who were obviously not Willant who were walking off the boat, and his brows frowned slightly.
He vaguely guessed the identities of these people.
Alliance?
Yes.
The ten-master's expression became cold.
What are you doing here?
The catheter dog was about to say that we were here to persuade the fight, but the wolf brother next to him covered his mouth quickly with his eyes and hands.
The visionary eagle quickly stepped forward and took the conversation and explained in a pretty skillful couplet.
We are his partners...well, we are friends for now, can we let him accompany him?We are worried that something happened to him.
The centurion looked at him, his eyes as if warning him to stop meddling in other people's business.
Don't make trouble...if you don't want to cause trouble.
He knew that this guy was from the Alliance, and he also knew that Triumph City and the Alliance had a lot of cooperation on issues related to the community, but this did not mean that he was afraid of this guy.
The visionary eagle said thank you and hurriedly followed Yarman.
The messy stick caught up with him and asked in confusion.
Don’t we persuade us to fight?
The visionary eagle rolled her eyes.
I’ll advise you, how many of us are there?The manager asked us to act according to the opportunity, but did not let us die, nor did we mess up the matter... The most urgent task is to collect information first and see what happened here first.
They know nothing about the local situation and the most urgent thing is to figure out what is going on.
Since there are survivors, why not go and see what the situation is now...
Watching the four people leave, the tenth husband took off the walkie-talkie hanging on his shoulders and pressed it on it.
...There are four of the people who just got off the ship, who are from the alliance.
Echoes came from the other end of the communication channel soon.
oh.
Hearing the understatement, the chief of the tenth man hesitated slightly.
Just leave them alone?
The other end of the communication channel said without hesitation.
Aren't they coming to me, and leave the rest to me.
Seeing that the chief said so, the tenth chief no longer hesitated.
yes!
……
The church of the Silver Moon Sect.
The floor was scattered with garbage and dust, just like the dilapidated port.
General McClass, sitting on the bench, placed the communicator next to him, picked up the newspaper spread on his knees again, and continued to flip with interest.
This is the treasure he picked up from this ruin, called the Silver Gospel.
Judging from this title, the people who run this newspaper have paid some attention to it. In order to take care of the fragile self-esteem of the locals, they carefully avoided taboos that only the Willant people could violate.
Perhaps it is precisely because of this caution.
Although he had been in and out of Xifan Port many times before, he had never noticed the church with the moon hanging on it, and he had never noticed that the church had published such an interesting newspaper.
There is not much content about news or the doctrine of the Silver Moon Sect in the newspaper, but instead spends a lot of time publishing a book called "Bol the Awakened One".
He had actually heard of this article before. It is said that it was written by the people of the Rock City during the period after the ceasefire between the Legion and the Alliance.
Nowadays, due to the rise of cross-regional trade, this article is full of romanticism and is taken to a primitive jungle called Xifan Harbor by a pastor named Melgio.
Anyway, he was idle, so McClan asked someone to collect the newspaper.
This thing is too advanced for the slave, but it is just right for him who is just available.
He happened to be very curious about what the alliance that defeated him with a pile of broken iron was.
This question has troubled him for too long, and he has been thinking about it for a long time ago.
Maybe this newspaper can inspire him...
At this moment, the church door was pushed open, and a panicked man followed behind a soldier.
My family...
McClane didn't say anything, nor looked back, but just nodded to the old nun standing beside him, and then continued to look at the old newspaper in his hand.
A complicated look appeared on the latter's face and walked to the gentleman.
What is your child’s name?
Yarman was stunned for a moment and replied subconsciously in a trembling voice.
Ruby...
Please wait.The old nun nodded slightly and turned back to the side hall next to him.
After a while, she walked out with a little girl.
Yarman's eyes turned red in an instant, and his palms clasped his nose.
The dark brown hair that should have been smooth and smooth was now draped on her shoulders, like a ball sweater, and what made him feel even more painful was the pale face without vitality and empty eyes.
At this moment, standing in this dilapidated church, she is like a piece of ceramic buried under the ruins, which makes people feel both distressed and grateful.
She is still alive!
Praise the Silver Moon Goddess!
He never believed in any gods, but only believed in the great marshal, but at this moment he offered his most sincere prayer and rushed forward without hesitation.
Ruby!!
Yarman hugged Ruby, unable to help but burst into tears.
This tall man cried into tears in an instant.
Hearing the familiar voice, Ruby finally reacted, and a faint light finally shone in her empty eyes. She stretched out her hand and gently touched the head that was tightly pressed against her shoulders.
dad……
...I'm sorry... Dad is late to come back...I'm sorry for you...
Feeling the hot tears, Ruby's eyes gradually turned red.
However, as if she thought of what her mother said, she did not cry out in the end, but instead placed her tender little hand on her hair that was as messy as hers.
It's okay, dad... Ruby is okay, stop crying... Mom said, Willant people don't cry...
Um!My Ruby, you are right... Sorry, let you see the embarrassing side of Dad...
It's okay...it's okay anymore.
Ruby squeezed a reluctant smile from her face, as if she wanted to comfort him.
However, his sensible appearance made Yarman feel even more distressed.
However, in order not to worry his daughter, he wiped away the tears from his face, hugged Ruby tightly in his arms, and stood up from the ground.
At this moment, he just wanted to take his child out of this ghost place as soon as possible.
But before that, he still has something to inquire about...
Yarman said in a trembling voice as he looked at the old nun standing in front of him.
...Where is the child's mother? Her name is Margaret. May I ask, where is she?
In fact, before he said this, he already had an answer in his mind.
This is an obvious thing.
If Margaret was still there, Ruby would never have allowed her hair to be as messy as it is now, and would not have left her alone in the church...
The old nun looked at him in a heart-wrenching manner, then glanced at the heart-wrenching child in his arms, and finally spoke in that hoarse voice.
I remember the name Margaret, your wife is a very brave mother...
……
The entrance to the church.
Brother Wolf, who had been silent all the time, suddenly spoke.
I do not understand.
The other people looked at him.
He paused and continued to say, noticing his friends' sight.
...How did they do it?It makes people both sympathetic and disgusted.
He doesn't like the Legion and can even summarize his feelings towards them in the word "disgust".
This is not only because of the alliance's camp and the civilized stance, but also because most of the NPCs he knows are survivors of the Valley Province.
Everyone who helped him during his novice remembers what the Legion did.
To achieve their goals, these guys did whatever they could. They not only gave the plunderers weapons, but also sent officers to the plunderers tribes as military advisers, teaching them how to drive the legion's war machines and slaughter the valley provinces more efficiently.
Although they finally pushed all the problems to the Eastern Expansion faction, wasn’t it themselves who indulged those people in the Eastern Expansion?
Now they are playing similar tricks again, and they surely shot themselves in the foot.
He didn't have any feelings for the slave owner at all, but it was because he couldn't have any good feelings for the slaves here.
He not only sympathized with the sufferings these people suffered and recognized their innocence, but also felt that they deserved it.
He even felt that it was good to do nothing, just watching them bite their dogs.
I don't care... The catheter dog shrugged, just a group of NPCs, why do you do so in-depth research?The wasteland is so big, nothing strange is there.
The shit-stirring stick whistled.
Actually, I don’t care... But I have to discuss this issue, what about the children in this settlement?Do they blame themselves for not having eyes and not being reincarnated in the shelter?
Brother Wolf looked to the side silently, not knowing how to answer.
It's great, stop talking nonsense, why are you talking so much nonsense? Hurry up and do the task... The visionary eagle sighed, and ended the topic of several good brothers before the discussion turned into an argument.
Simple good and evil are not equal to morality, and morality is divided into collective morality and individual morality.
The alliance is not just a 404 refuge, and countless refuge residents, even the Ideal City and the Academy, have come from thousands of miles to join them. It is obviously impossible because they yearn for the good days of the alliance, but because they believe that the alliance can end the wasteland.
If they betray their oath, even if they are not beaten back to their original form, no matter how good the outcome is, they will become a smaller version of Cyber Xilan.
So he could understand Chu Guang's approach.
In this wasteland, except for Xilan, almost every camp has its own bottom line and position.
Even a place like Mafu Town with a larger sesame seed.
So he felt that Brother Wolf was not completely wrong. It was indeed worthy of this happening in the empire, but this word should not be used to describe its people.
At least, those survivors who also endured the persecution of the thugs were innocent.
What he has to do is to keep this group of people as much as possible, which is also his understanding of the tasks assigned by the manager.
Seeing Brother Eagle interrupting, Brother Dog, who was professionally acquainted, said immediately.
Your couplet is the best, I will leave it to you.
The visionary eagle rolled her eyes.
Nonsense, would I let you go if I don’t?
This guy opened his mouth, and he was afraid that something had happened if he was fine.
……
When the visionary eagle walked into the church, it found that the Yarman and his daughter had left.
Including that old nun.
At this moment, there was only one person left in the church, that was Maclan sitting on a bench flipping through the newspaper.
I watched this guy's fun on forums a lot before, and the Eagle almost couldn't hold back her laughter for a while.
Fortunately, Lao Mai didn't pay attention.
Hearing the sound coming from behind, he shook the newspaper in his hand and said lightly.
It's very interesting...it actually coincides with our ideas.
Unexpectedly, he would take the initiative to chat with him, and the eagle walked to him and sat down.
Which aspect?
McClane smiled faintly and read out what he saw in the newspaper.
...It was not Boer who saved the Rock City, but the survivor of the Rock City chose Boer.The workers protected innocent children, the soldiers raised the gun amid an inch, and they finally realized that it was a compatriot, not an enemy, and then issued a common declaration, pointing the gun at the real enemy...
The same is true for the Willant people. We, as slaves, were created without surrendering to fate and authority, and we bravely broke free from the shackles... The Marshal said to us more than once that it was not him who led us to victory, but that our struggle won it.
The eagle couldn't hold back.
Then you will enslave others in turn?
Yes, McClell admitted this frankly and without hesitation, and there was no unspeakable shame on his face. Didn’t you create us just to conquer something? We are just fulfilling our mission written in our DNA.
The newspaper in his hand turned a page, and McLen continued in an indifferent tone.
Besides, when those people have enough, they will naturally fight for their own freedom... Isn't that what you won me against?
The Eagles glanced at him in surprise, but unexpectedly he admitted that it was the league that won.
It's really strange.
Although the Eastern Expansion Sect was not very popular in the Legion, until now, no Willant admitted that they lost the unjust and hasty war.
However, a subjective thing such as arguing about winning or losing is actually meaningless. No matter whether the pros and the opposite side has many reasons to argue, and the result must be that no one can convince anyone.
Not wanting to create differences, the eagle coughed gently and said with a tough bullet.
General McClass, let’s talk about Xifan Port.
He thought the proud general in front of him would refuse, but he didn't expect to hear an unexpected answer.
Well, let’s talk about it, you really have this qualification now.
The unexpected answer caught the Eagle off guard. The roundabout tactics that had been prepared were completely useless at this moment.
However, his mind was very fast and he immediately switched the negotiation tactics.
...Your revenge seems to be thorough, but to us, it seems more like a childish temper.
McClan didn't care about his aggressiveness and said indifferently.
We don't care what others think of us.
The eagle did not give up and continued, then you should care about your compatriots!Those who died.
McClan corrected it casually.
The dead Willant.
The Eagle continued.
They are what I want to say!Xifan Port is their hard work. For your respected Marshal and other Willant people who long for land in the sun, they traveled across the ocean and opened up new homes on strange lands... Of course, I don't like this saying of robbing other people's houses, but this settlement built from nothing is indeed their result, right?
McClane laughed faintly.
It doesn’t matter. If we let the blood here dry, we will build another new Xifan Port.
The eagle swallowed a mouthful and continued.
What about them?Apart from the name Xifan Port, there is no trace of this new settlement?In my opinion, what you are doing is no different from enlightenment!No one will remember the dead in the new Xifan Port. No one will remember what happened here except the scarlet mud under your feet.In the future, no one will think about why things turned out like this, and then it will definitely happen again one day in the future!
When he heard this, McClan's expression finally reacted.
He put down the newspaper on his knees, took out a cigar from his arms and cut off the cigarette butt and held it in his mouth, and then said while rubbing the lighter.
Then tell me, what should I do about this matter... Haha, let me listen to the opinions of the great charitable people in the alliance.
Seeing that something had turned around, the eagle immediately said.
This is easy to deal with...Revenge, if you have any grudges, you can judge them!
Hearing this whimsical idea, McClan couldn't help but sneer.
We don't have so many judges.
The eagle shouted, stinging.
Then public trial!Let them point each other out!
He actually didn't come up with this idea, but there was no better way at the moment.
There will definitely be mistaken killing.
But no matter how many mistakes you kill in the end, it is better than killing them all.
Hearing this idea, McClane, who was holding a cigar in his mouth, was stunned for a moment and suddenly burst into laughter.
After laughing for half a minute, he stopped, looking at the eagle sideways and grinning.
Let me just say it, it's really fun to see you plead for these bad people.As for me, I don't think that the rest of the city is innocent. Silence in our philosophy is also a sin, a sin of mediocrity, and sin is unforgivable.
Just turn a blind eye, let the thugs continue to make trouble, drive away the Willant people, and then you can enjoy the benefits as a victim and keep them alone... Tsk tsk, what made them have the illusion of being able to keep them alone?Do we seem to be very reasonable?
We have given them a chance to choose to die on the battlefield as gloriously as a hero fighting for freedom, and we might consider letting go of their families.However, they would rather dig a pit for burying themselves than pick up the thrown gun, or even hide behind their own families. We just helped them.
As he said this, McLenton paused and looked ahead of the church.
However, I'm going to consider your proposal.On the one hand, what you said makes sense, someone must remember what happened here.Another…this sounds even more interesting than letting the grays torture them.
A smile appeared on McClan's face, which looked like a devil.
It’s better to do this. Just use the street as unit, each person must identify ‘one’, and then it is up to the others in the city to decide whether the identified person should die.
Let me think about it... We have killed 20,000, and picking 10,000 should be enough. The more will not be refunded, and the less will be compensated in order. What do you think of the rules of this game?I gave them another chance, haha.
Looking at this guy who decided the life and death of tens of thousands of people in an understatement, the eagle took a deep breath.
Then... can we start?
Both sides took a step back from their respective positions, which was the best result.
He remembered that there were still a group of people digging holes in the suburbs. The youngest child was not much older than that Ruby. Those little ghosts who had not grown all their hair could not be the murderer.
If they were a little later, they might have to start filling in.
At least... I have to save those children!
Looking at the shelter resident who urged him to urge him, McClan suddenly felt it was very interesting and laughed out loud.
Actually, I really want to know, is it good for you to intervene in this mess?
Or I will change my question and see if we destroy our colonies is not fun?
The visionary Eagle originally wanted to say that it was not fun at all, and that would make his own mission go to ruin.
But at this moment, he suddenly remembered the contents of the player manual, so he changed his words.
...Since we have all shouted the slogan of "Survivors unite", we can't turn back and say that survivors in the Bharat Province are not considered survivors, or whether survivors die or not is all my business.
McClane was stunned when he heard this and suddenly burst into laughter.
The laughter echoed in the empty church like a hoarse bell.
……Hahaha!Interesting, do you call this the "benefit".
The visionary eagle gestured with her fingers and explained.
That's for sure, there are many kinds of benefits, not just making money or coloring on the map...
Tsk.
McClane curled his lips and took off the walkie-talkie hanging from his shoulder.
Ross, let your people pause, and suddenly I came up with a better idea…Take those survivors to the port to meet.
At the same time General McClan issued an order, a massive battle broke out in the central part of the Lion State.
The attacking party was the main force of the Heavenly King Army, led by Yanush himself, with about 50,000 people, known as the one-million-million-million-million-million-million-million-million-million-million-million-million-million-million-million-million-million-million-million-million-million-million-m
As for the defense, it was the city lord of the Lion City, Grand Duke Sanjay, with 40,000 people under his command, half of which were serfs recruited from various manors, and the other half were city defense forces.
The number gap between the two sides is actually not huge, and the training degree, organization degree and equipment are all equally small. Sanjay even arranged some newly trained noble officers by McCross. The local army should have a more advantage.
However, when Yanush shouted the slogan of abolishing slavery and dividing the land and property of the nobles, Sanjay's troops collapsed in an instant.
Although this battle was fought from dawn to dark, the result was no suspense.
In the end, Grand Duke Sanjay was chased and shot to death by Yanush's personal guard while running away.
After entering the city, Yanush not only slaughtered all the nobles above the counts and their families in the Lion City, but also piled their heads at the gate of the city to build a tower.
Except for those beautiful women, he kept them or rewarded them to his subordinates.
The bloody method scared everyone, and the entire Lion City was panicked.
Not even just the Lion City.
Just as the news of Sanjay's defeat came back to Tiandu, the whole sky was in chaos, and the way out of the city was blocked by the fleeing convoy.
Niuzhou next to Shizhou, and Tiandu is in Niuzhou!
Especially the journey from Lion City to Tiandu is flat and there is no danger to defend!
This time Wu Tuo was completely panicked.
He never expected that a group of rebellious slaves could cause such a big storm!
In the palace of Tiandu.
Looking at the wizard camel who was anxious like an ant on a hot pan, Prince Dilip carefully wiped the sweat from his forehead while proposing tremblingly.
Your Majesty... I have no time to hesitate, please move quickly!
Wu Tuo widened his eyes and shouted in shock and angrily.
Move?!Where did you tell me to go!There are lions to the west and hungry wolves to the south!Alayan couldn't believe it either!He is a member of the wolf tribe and is of the same clan as that Yanush!
And I heard that he is still his old subordinate!Maybe he ordered this matter!
Wu Tuo was so angry that his beard was trembling, and he clenched his teeth, wishing he could bite his gums and chew the guys with bones on his back and swallowed them.
They are all treacherous officials!
All are!
Not loyal at all!
Prince Dilip was also anxious, after all, they were in a relationship of prosperity and loss.
If the royal family fell, his fate would probably not be much better than Wu Tuo.
Snake Prefecture, Tiger Prefecture, Leopard Prefecture, Bird Prefecture, Mazhou... It is also unbelievable, and local forces are ready to move. It will be difficult for you to leave if you go to those places.
Then what do you think you will do!Wu Tuo roared and roared.
Although I have done a lot of idiots in my life, when my life is at stake, Prince Dilip is still smarter and thought of a place in a hurry.
...There is another place to go.
Wu Tuo asked in a hurry.
where?!
Golden Gallon Port...
Looking at the stunned Wu Tuo, Prince Dilip swallowed and continued carefully, although it was the territory of the alliance, they were always following the rules and eating was not a problem.
The Willant people are now angry... Maybe that's the only place that can ensure our safety.
A dozen Willant men were carrying the rifles in their hands, smoking cigarettes, and looking at the people who were digging holes in the distance.
There are men, women, and elderly people even looking at children who are not young.
Obviously, the Willant people did not intend to measure their height with wheels, but chose the most equal approach.
They held the shovel in their hands, sobbing all over, and buried their heads in digging the blood-red soil.
Although most of them knew who this pit was used to bury, no one dared to stop.
After all, you can live a little longer if you cooperate.
And if you stop, you have to be beaten before you die.
As for resistance...
These Willant people would like them to do so.
After all, when firing at an unarmed person, you still have to bear some guilt.
Do it well, mudworms, after finishing it, lie in and rest, haha.
Walking on the edge of the crowd, a Willant soldier carrying a rifle cursed fiercely, without hiding the humiliation in his words.
Hearing the curse from hell, the shoulders of the people buried in their heads were shaking uncontrollably, and Yingying's sob could not stop.
Finally someone couldn't hold on anymore, and his eyes blurred and collapsed on the ground.
It was not until he saw the Willant soldier strode to the meteor, and he was half awake and showed a look of fear, turned over and knelt on the ground and begged.
Sir...I'm hungry...can I... let me eat something before digging.
Hungry?After eating Ah, the soldier grabbed his head and pressed it on the ground like catching a loach. He cursed with a grim smile, "The ground is full of you, I want me to feed you?"
The man who was pressed to the ground struggled and begged for mercy, but he couldn't make any noise. Instead, he ate a lot of mud and sand in his mouth, and he swallowed it and barely had a chance to breathe.
No, I dare not... sir...
Then do it quickly!Waste stuff!
He really thought it was dirty, and the soldier was too lazy to continue to torture the dying ghost. He gave him a gun and stopped paying attention to him who was dying.
Everyone standing around looked here tremblingly, looking at the guy who was wriggling like an earthworm, but no one dared to speak out, let alone resist.
Not all the old, weak, sick and disabled people, and they are not short of strength. Even the city defense army, who suffered a defeat the day before yesterday, was mixed in here.
However, facing those vicious Willant soldiers, they only played in the wind and did not even have the courage to pick up their guns and resist.
In addition to those who cry while working, there are also some people who have put in full strength.
Not only do they have endless energy, but they also have a big picture that ordinary people don’t have.
They sweated wildly, trying to dig the pit bigger, trying to prove that they could endure hardships more than others, as if this would allow themselves to survive.
However, those people did not know that their futile attentiveness was like a clown in the eyes of those big noses, and would only make the already disdainful look even more contemptuous.
They were even too lazy to distinguish which of these people were the lions, the Japanese or the cattles, and the lowly snakes, rats, insects and birds.
Anyway, it's all hopeless.
Even if they don’t resist at this point, it’s still too kind to them to bury alive, so they should be left to the gray people to deal with.
In fact, they were planning to do this, but unfortunately there were no gray mercenaries in the troops accompanying him, and it was too inefficient to transfer some of them, so their commander finally gave up this idea.
A batch was buried yesterday, and today is the second batch, and two months is probably enough.
Looking at the people sweating profusely on the red clay, Pete flicked off the cigarette butts that had burned out of his fingers, then took out the cigarette box and lit one for himself again.
From early morning to dusk, this is the second box he has smoked today.
...Sometimes I really feel that when we come to this world, we are doing these dirty and tiring tasks.
The big man standing aside looked at his ten-husband and muttered in a low voice.
These?
Pete grinned and stood in the ashes and smiled as if self-deprecatingly.
That’s right, clean up slime mold, clean up garbage, and rotten dirty blood.All the work that the old guys in the prosperous era are unwilling to do and the work that they cannot do is handed over to us.We are like the thing that does dialysis for the kidneys, and we are responsible for cleaning these things. Only in this way can this moldy world return to normal... What do you think?
Just like a scavenger.
And after all this was over, it was probably time for them to be swept into the garbage dump.
The New Age has no future for the Willant people. Their ending was decided from the moment they were born. They will be swept into the garbage dump as the last piece of dust in the Wasteland Age and become the last wasteland guests.
However, it is precisely because of this that the greatness of the Marshal is highlighted.
From the beginning, the noble adult saw through the filth in the hearts of those noble people, and without hesitation, he led them together and overthrew the hypocritical peace.
Although he was just a little chief, he respected that adult from the bottom of his heart.
I don't know, but they must die.The big man's face was full of hatred, and his ferocious flesh trembled gently with anger.
I agree...
Pete, holding a cigarette butt, grinned and turned his gaze to the sea level in the distance, but at this moment he narrowed his eyes slightly.
I saw several black dots appearing in the place where the sea and the sky meet.
That seemed to be a cargo ship.
He took off the walkie-talkie hanging on his shoulder and pressed the button and spoke.
...The boat is here.
Yes, it comes from the east.
……
Yarman's fleet almost rushed to the port, and because of its speed, it almost hit the dock.
The fleet arrived a full 24 hours earlier than expected.
Under Yarman's almost crazy urging, his sailors almost threw the ship over.
Looking at the messy harbor in front of him, Yarman rushed to the edge of the deck like crazy.
Let me go!Let me go down!
Seeing that his boss was about to jump off the deck four or five meters high, the captain and several sailors next to him rushed forward and caught him and pressed him tightly against the railing.
Boss, calm down!At least wait for the gangway to be put down!Do you want to throw yourself to death?
Then let me die!I'll go down to accompany them!Yarman roared hysterically, trying to struggle out of those hands.
Several sailors next to him were frightened and hurriedly spoke.
That won't work, what should we do if you die?
All my wealth is on your boat!
The wages for this trip have not been paid yet
Shut up!He roared at the heartless sailors, the captain looked at Yarman, swallowed and said hurriedly, "... He opened his eyes and saw clearly. The shore is ours, and your family may still be alive. If they were told that you fell to death on the dock, what would they think?
This sentence calmed Yarman a little, and his tense shoulders stopped trembling.
The captain winked at the sailors beside him, asking them to keep the boss close and wait until the gangway is set firm before watching him get off the boat.
Looking at the lost man, Brother Dog standing on the deck couldn't bear it and sighed.
If you want to be a little brother, life will inevitably be unsatisfactory... Uh, I mean, it’s a blessing to lose my husband and wife... Bah!OK, at least you don't have to pay back the bank money...
Looking at the guy who couldn't spit out human words, the messing stick couldn't help but squirt.
You can say a few words.
The catheter dog muttered unconvincedly.
What does it matter... He doesn't understand what I said anyway.
The visionary eagle suddenly jumped out of her mouth.
That may not be true.
Catheter Dog: ???
The warlike wolf was silent for a moment, staring at the man's back, and finally shook his head.
...Sad to mourn.
Without a slight reaction to the noise behind him, Yarman just pressed his face against the wet deck with a dead face, and he felt like he had been evacuated.
It was not until the anchor chain and gangway were put down one after another and the ship finally stopped, that he finally reacted, broke free from his hands that bound him, and stumbled off the ship.
I had noticed these ships a long time ago, and a team of Willant soldiers came over with guns on their backs.
Yarman staggered to them and grabbed one of the guys by the arm.
His blue lips trembled, and he opened and closed for a long time but couldn't say a word.
But everyone here knew what he was saying, as if he had heard it.
Looking at this pretty guy, the soldiers showed a pity expression on their faces.
One of the ten men walked up and put his hand on his shoulder and snatched it, saying in a comforting tone.
…We found some survivors, but weren’t sure if there were any of your family.
A glimmer of hope in his dark eyes, Yarman asked in a trembling voice.
Where are they?
The tenth prince looked at the young man who was grabbed by him.
You take him there.
yes!The young man stood attentively, then looked at Yarman and said, please come with me.
Yarman let go of the hand holding his arm and followed him tightly.
The tenth prince then looked at the four guys who were obviously not Willant who were walking off the boat, and his brows frowned slightly.
He vaguely guessed the identities of these people.
Alliance?
Yes.
The ten-master's expression became cold.
What are you doing here?
The catheter dog was about to say that we were here to persuade the fight, but the wolf brother next to him covered his mouth quickly with his eyes and hands.
The visionary eagle quickly stepped forward and took the conversation and explained in a pretty skillful couplet.
We are his partners...well, we are friends for now, can we let him accompany him?We are worried that something happened to him.
The centurion looked at him, his eyes as if warning him to stop meddling in other people's business.
Don't make trouble...if you don't want to cause trouble.
He knew that this guy was from the Alliance, and he also knew that Triumph City and the Alliance had a lot of cooperation on issues related to the community, but this did not mean that he was afraid of this guy.
The visionary eagle said thank you and hurriedly followed Yarman.
The messy stick caught up with him and asked in confusion.
Don’t we persuade us to fight?
The visionary eagle rolled her eyes.
I’ll advise you, how many of us are there?The manager asked us to act according to the opportunity, but did not let us die, nor did we mess up the matter... The most urgent task is to collect information first and see what happened here first.
They know nothing about the local situation and the most urgent thing is to figure out what is going on.
Since there are survivors, why not go and see what the situation is now...
Watching the four people leave, the tenth husband took off the walkie-talkie hanging on his shoulders and pressed it on it.
...There are four of the people who just got off the ship, who are from the alliance.
Echoes came from the other end of the communication channel soon.
oh.
Hearing the understatement, the chief of the tenth man hesitated slightly.
Just leave them alone?
The other end of the communication channel said without hesitation.
Aren't they coming to me, and leave the rest to me.
Seeing that the chief said so, the tenth chief no longer hesitated.
yes!
……
The church of the Silver Moon Sect.
The floor was scattered with garbage and dust, just like the dilapidated port.
General McClass, sitting on the bench, placed the communicator next to him, picked up the newspaper spread on his knees again, and continued to flip with interest.
This is the treasure he picked up from this ruin, called the Silver Gospel.
Judging from this title, the people who run this newspaper have paid some attention to it. In order to take care of the fragile self-esteem of the locals, they carefully avoided taboos that only the Willant people could violate.
Perhaps it is precisely because of this caution.
Although he had been in and out of Xifan Port many times before, he had never noticed the church with the moon hanging on it, and he had never noticed that the church had published such an interesting newspaper.
There is not much content about news or the doctrine of the Silver Moon Sect in the newspaper, but instead spends a lot of time publishing a book called "Bol the Awakened One".
He had actually heard of this article before. It is said that it was written by the people of the Rock City during the period after the ceasefire between the Legion and the Alliance.
Nowadays, due to the rise of cross-regional trade, this article is full of romanticism and is taken to a primitive jungle called Xifan Harbor by a pastor named Melgio.
Anyway, he was idle, so McClan asked someone to collect the newspaper.
This thing is too advanced for the slave, but it is just right for him who is just available.
He happened to be very curious about what the alliance that defeated him with a pile of broken iron was.
This question has troubled him for too long, and he has been thinking about it for a long time ago.
Maybe this newspaper can inspire him...
At this moment, the church door was pushed open, and a panicked man followed behind a soldier.
My family...
McClane didn't say anything, nor looked back, but just nodded to the old nun standing beside him, and then continued to look at the old newspaper in his hand.
A complicated look appeared on the latter's face and walked to the gentleman.
What is your child’s name?
Yarman was stunned for a moment and replied subconsciously in a trembling voice.
Ruby...
Please wait.The old nun nodded slightly and turned back to the side hall next to him.
After a while, she walked out with a little girl.
Yarman's eyes turned red in an instant, and his palms clasped his nose.
The dark brown hair that should have been smooth and smooth was now draped on her shoulders, like a ball sweater, and what made him feel even more painful was the pale face without vitality and empty eyes.
At this moment, standing in this dilapidated church, she is like a piece of ceramic buried under the ruins, which makes people feel both distressed and grateful.
She is still alive!
Praise the Silver Moon Goddess!
He never believed in any gods, but only believed in the great marshal, but at this moment he offered his most sincere prayer and rushed forward without hesitation.
Ruby!!
Yarman hugged Ruby, unable to help but burst into tears.
This tall man cried into tears in an instant.
Hearing the familiar voice, Ruby finally reacted, and a faint light finally shone in her empty eyes. She stretched out her hand and gently touched the head that was tightly pressed against her shoulders.
dad……
...I'm sorry... Dad is late to come back...I'm sorry for you...
Feeling the hot tears, Ruby's eyes gradually turned red.
However, as if she thought of what her mother said, she did not cry out in the end, but instead placed her tender little hand on her hair that was as messy as hers.
It's okay, dad... Ruby is okay, stop crying... Mom said, Willant people don't cry...
Um!My Ruby, you are right... Sorry, let you see the embarrassing side of Dad...
It's okay...it's okay anymore.
Ruby squeezed a reluctant smile from her face, as if she wanted to comfort him.
However, his sensible appearance made Yarman feel even more distressed.
However, in order not to worry his daughter, he wiped away the tears from his face, hugged Ruby tightly in his arms, and stood up from the ground.
At this moment, he just wanted to take his child out of this ghost place as soon as possible.
But before that, he still has something to inquire about...
Yarman said in a trembling voice as he looked at the old nun standing in front of him.
...Where is the child's mother? Her name is Margaret. May I ask, where is she?
In fact, before he said this, he already had an answer in his mind.
This is an obvious thing.
If Margaret was still there, Ruby would never have allowed her hair to be as messy as it is now, and would not have left her alone in the church...
The old nun looked at him in a heart-wrenching manner, then glanced at the heart-wrenching child in his arms, and finally spoke in that hoarse voice.
I remember the name Margaret, your wife is a very brave mother...
……
The entrance to the church.
Brother Wolf, who had been silent all the time, suddenly spoke.
I do not understand.
The other people looked at him.
He paused and continued to say, noticing his friends' sight.
...How did they do it?It makes people both sympathetic and disgusted.
He doesn't like the Legion and can even summarize his feelings towards them in the word "disgust".
This is not only because of the alliance's camp and the civilized stance, but also because most of the NPCs he knows are survivors of the Valley Province.
Everyone who helped him during his novice remembers what the Legion did.
To achieve their goals, these guys did whatever they could. They not only gave the plunderers weapons, but also sent officers to the plunderers tribes as military advisers, teaching them how to drive the legion's war machines and slaughter the valley provinces more efficiently.
Although they finally pushed all the problems to the Eastern Expansion faction, wasn’t it themselves who indulged those people in the Eastern Expansion?
Now they are playing similar tricks again, and they surely shot themselves in the foot.
He didn't have any feelings for the slave owner at all, but it was because he couldn't have any good feelings for the slaves here.
He not only sympathized with the sufferings these people suffered and recognized their innocence, but also felt that they deserved it.
He even felt that it was good to do nothing, just watching them bite their dogs.
I don't care... The catheter dog shrugged, just a group of NPCs, why do you do so in-depth research?The wasteland is so big, nothing strange is there.
The shit-stirring stick whistled.
Actually, I don’t care... But I have to discuss this issue, what about the children in this settlement?Do they blame themselves for not having eyes and not being reincarnated in the shelter?
Brother Wolf looked to the side silently, not knowing how to answer.
It's great, stop talking nonsense, why are you talking so much nonsense? Hurry up and do the task... The visionary eagle sighed, and ended the topic of several good brothers before the discussion turned into an argument.
Simple good and evil are not equal to morality, and morality is divided into collective morality and individual morality.
The alliance is not just a 404 refuge, and countless refuge residents, even the Ideal City and the Academy, have come from thousands of miles to join them. It is obviously impossible because they yearn for the good days of the alliance, but because they believe that the alliance can end the wasteland.
If they betray their oath, even if they are not beaten back to their original form, no matter how good the outcome is, they will become a smaller version of Cyber Xilan.
So he could understand Chu Guang's approach.
In this wasteland, except for Xilan, almost every camp has its own bottom line and position.
Even a place like Mafu Town with a larger sesame seed.
So he felt that Brother Wolf was not completely wrong. It was indeed worthy of this happening in the empire, but this word should not be used to describe its people.
At least, those survivors who also endured the persecution of the thugs were innocent.
What he has to do is to keep this group of people as much as possible, which is also his understanding of the tasks assigned by the manager.
Seeing Brother Eagle interrupting, Brother Dog, who was professionally acquainted, said immediately.
Your couplet is the best, I will leave it to you.
The visionary eagle rolled her eyes.
Nonsense, would I let you go if I don’t?
This guy opened his mouth, and he was afraid that something had happened if he was fine.
……
When the visionary eagle walked into the church, it found that the Yarman and his daughter had left.
Including that old nun.
At this moment, there was only one person left in the church, that was Maclan sitting on a bench flipping through the newspaper.
I watched this guy's fun on forums a lot before, and the Eagle almost couldn't hold back her laughter for a while.
Fortunately, Lao Mai didn't pay attention.
Hearing the sound coming from behind, he shook the newspaper in his hand and said lightly.
It's very interesting...it actually coincides with our ideas.
Unexpectedly, he would take the initiative to chat with him, and the eagle walked to him and sat down.
Which aspect?
McClane smiled faintly and read out what he saw in the newspaper.
...It was not Boer who saved the Rock City, but the survivor of the Rock City chose Boer.The workers protected innocent children, the soldiers raised the gun amid an inch, and they finally realized that it was a compatriot, not an enemy, and then issued a common declaration, pointing the gun at the real enemy...
The same is true for the Willant people. We, as slaves, were created without surrendering to fate and authority, and we bravely broke free from the shackles... The Marshal said to us more than once that it was not him who led us to victory, but that our struggle won it.
The eagle couldn't hold back.
Then you will enslave others in turn?
Yes, McClell admitted this frankly and without hesitation, and there was no unspeakable shame on his face. Didn’t you create us just to conquer something? We are just fulfilling our mission written in our DNA.
The newspaper in his hand turned a page, and McLen continued in an indifferent tone.
Besides, when those people have enough, they will naturally fight for their own freedom... Isn't that what you won me against?
The Eagles glanced at him in surprise, but unexpectedly he admitted that it was the league that won.
It's really strange.
Although the Eastern Expansion Sect was not very popular in the Legion, until now, no Willant admitted that they lost the unjust and hasty war.
However, a subjective thing such as arguing about winning or losing is actually meaningless. No matter whether the pros and the opposite side has many reasons to argue, and the result must be that no one can convince anyone.
Not wanting to create differences, the eagle coughed gently and said with a tough bullet.
General McClass, let’s talk about Xifan Port.
He thought the proud general in front of him would refuse, but he didn't expect to hear an unexpected answer.
Well, let’s talk about it, you really have this qualification now.
The unexpected answer caught the Eagle off guard. The roundabout tactics that had been prepared were completely useless at this moment.
However, his mind was very fast and he immediately switched the negotiation tactics.
...Your revenge seems to be thorough, but to us, it seems more like a childish temper.
McClan didn't care about his aggressiveness and said indifferently.
We don't care what others think of us.
The eagle did not give up and continued, then you should care about your compatriots!Those who died.
McClan corrected it casually.
The dead Willant.
The Eagle continued.
They are what I want to say!Xifan Port is their hard work. For your respected Marshal and other Willant people who long for land in the sun, they traveled across the ocean and opened up new homes on strange lands... Of course, I don't like this saying of robbing other people's houses, but this settlement built from nothing is indeed their result, right?
McClane laughed faintly.
It doesn’t matter. If we let the blood here dry, we will build another new Xifan Port.
The eagle swallowed a mouthful and continued.
What about them?Apart from the name Xifan Port, there is no trace of this new settlement?In my opinion, what you are doing is no different from enlightenment!No one will remember the dead in the new Xifan Port. No one will remember what happened here except the scarlet mud under your feet.In the future, no one will think about why things turned out like this, and then it will definitely happen again one day in the future!
When he heard this, McClan's expression finally reacted.
He put down the newspaper on his knees, took out a cigar from his arms and cut off the cigarette butt and held it in his mouth, and then said while rubbing the lighter.
Then tell me, what should I do about this matter... Haha, let me listen to the opinions of the great charitable people in the alliance.
Seeing that something had turned around, the eagle immediately said.
This is easy to deal with...Revenge, if you have any grudges, you can judge them!
Hearing this whimsical idea, McClan couldn't help but sneer.
We don't have so many judges.
The eagle shouted, stinging.
Then public trial!Let them point each other out!
He actually didn't come up with this idea, but there was no better way at the moment.
There will definitely be mistaken killing.
But no matter how many mistakes you kill in the end, it is better than killing them all.
Hearing this idea, McClane, who was holding a cigar in his mouth, was stunned for a moment and suddenly burst into laughter.
After laughing for half a minute, he stopped, looking at the eagle sideways and grinning.
Let me just say it, it's really fun to see you plead for these bad people.As for me, I don't think that the rest of the city is innocent. Silence in our philosophy is also a sin, a sin of mediocrity, and sin is unforgivable.
Just turn a blind eye, let the thugs continue to make trouble, drive away the Willant people, and then you can enjoy the benefits as a victim and keep them alone... Tsk tsk, what made them have the illusion of being able to keep them alone?Do we seem to be very reasonable?
We have given them a chance to choose to die on the battlefield as gloriously as a hero fighting for freedom, and we might consider letting go of their families.However, they would rather dig a pit for burying themselves than pick up the thrown gun, or even hide behind their own families. We just helped them.
As he said this, McLenton paused and looked ahead of the church.
However, I'm going to consider your proposal.On the one hand, what you said makes sense, someone must remember what happened here.Another…this sounds even more interesting than letting the grays torture them.
A smile appeared on McClan's face, which looked like a devil.
It’s better to do this. Just use the street as unit, each person must identify ‘one’, and then it is up to the others in the city to decide whether the identified person should die.
Let me think about it... We have killed 20,000, and picking 10,000 should be enough. The more will not be refunded, and the less will be compensated in order. What do you think of the rules of this game?I gave them another chance, haha.
Looking at this guy who decided the life and death of tens of thousands of people in an understatement, the eagle took a deep breath.
Then... can we start?
Both sides took a step back from their respective positions, which was the best result.
He remembered that there were still a group of people digging holes in the suburbs. The youngest child was not much older than that Ruby. Those little ghosts who had not grown all their hair could not be the murderer.
If they were a little later, they might have to start filling in.
At least... I have to save those children!
Looking at the shelter resident who urged him to urge him, McClan suddenly felt it was very interesting and laughed out loud.
Actually, I really want to know, is it good for you to intervene in this mess?
Or I will change my question and see if we destroy our colonies is not fun?
The visionary Eagle originally wanted to say that it was not fun at all, and that would make his own mission go to ruin.
But at this moment, he suddenly remembered the contents of the player manual, so he changed his words.
...Since we have all shouted the slogan of "Survivors unite", we can't turn back and say that survivors in the Bharat Province are not considered survivors, or whether survivors die or not is all my business.
McClane was stunned when he heard this and suddenly burst into laughter.
The laughter echoed in the empty church like a hoarse bell.
……Hahaha!Interesting, do you call this the "benefit".
The visionary eagle gestured with her fingers and explained.
That's for sure, there are many kinds of benefits, not just making money or coloring on the map...
Tsk.
McClane curled his lips and took off the walkie-talkie hanging from his shoulder.
Ross, let your people pause, and suddenly I came up with a better idea…Take those survivors to the port to meet.
At the same time General McClan issued an order, a massive battle broke out in the central part of the Lion State.
The attacking party was the main force of the Heavenly King Army, led by Yanush himself, with about 50,000 people, known as the one-million-million-million-million-million-million-million-million-million-million-million-million-million-million-million-million-million-million-million-million-million-million-m
As for the defense, it was the city lord of the Lion City, Grand Duke Sanjay, with 40,000 people under his command, half of which were serfs recruited from various manors, and the other half were city defense forces.
The number gap between the two sides is actually not huge, and the training degree, organization degree and equipment are all equally small. Sanjay even arranged some newly trained noble officers by McCross. The local army should have a more advantage.
However, when Yanush shouted the slogan of abolishing slavery and dividing the land and property of the nobles, Sanjay's troops collapsed in an instant.
Although this battle was fought from dawn to dark, the result was no suspense.
In the end, Grand Duke Sanjay was chased and shot to death by Yanush's personal guard while running away.
After entering the city, Yanush not only slaughtered all the nobles above the counts and their families in the Lion City, but also piled their heads at the gate of the city to build a tower.
Except for those beautiful women, he kept them or rewarded them to his subordinates.
The bloody method scared everyone, and the entire Lion City was panicked.
Not even just the Lion City.
Just as the news of Sanjay's defeat came back to Tiandu, the whole sky was in chaos, and the way out of the city was blocked by the fleeing convoy.
Niuzhou next to Shizhou, and Tiandu is in Niuzhou!
Especially the journey from Lion City to Tiandu is flat and there is no danger to defend!
This time Wu Tuo was completely panicked.
He never expected that a group of rebellious slaves could cause such a big storm!
In the palace of Tiandu.
Looking at the wizard camel who was anxious like an ant on a hot pan, Prince Dilip carefully wiped the sweat from his forehead while proposing tremblingly.
Your Majesty... I have no time to hesitate, please move quickly!
Wu Tuo widened his eyes and shouted in shock and angrily.
Move?!Where did you tell me to go!There are lions to the west and hungry wolves to the south!Alayan couldn't believe it either!He is a member of the wolf tribe and is of the same clan as that Yanush!
And I heard that he is still his old subordinate!Maybe he ordered this matter!
Wu Tuo was so angry that his beard was trembling, and he clenched his teeth, wishing he could bite his gums and chew the guys with bones on his back and swallowed them.
They are all treacherous officials!
All are!
Not loyal at all!
Prince Dilip was also anxious, after all, they were in a relationship of prosperity and loss.
If the royal family fell, his fate would probably not be much better than Wu Tuo.
Snake Prefecture, Tiger Prefecture, Leopard Prefecture, Bird Prefecture, Mazhou... It is also unbelievable, and local forces are ready to move. It will be difficult for you to leave if you go to those places.
Then what do you think you will do!Wu Tuo roared and roared.
Although I have done a lot of idiots in my life, when my life is at stake, Prince Dilip is still smarter and thought of a place in a hurry.
...There is another place to go.
Wu Tuo asked in a hurry.
where?!
Golden Gallon Port...
Looking at the stunned Wu Tuo, Prince Dilip swallowed and continued carefully, although it was the territory of the alliance, they were always following the rules and eating was not a problem.
The Willant people are now angry... Maybe that's the only place that can ensure our safety.
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