Chapter 702 The Vacuum of Order

Camp Rowell.

The heavy rain just finished rushes the blood left in the mud into the puddle on the street, with the fragrance of the soil carrying a trace of blood that cannot be dissipated.

However, the people here seem to have become accustomed to death, so that the blood dyed red on the streets was like it was flowing in vain.

In front of the gate that was previously bombarded by 100mm guns, there was a dark circle of poor people watching the fun.

Among them were people living in nearby streets, slaves who had just been rescued, and militias of the First Avengers Corps who stood guard at the entrance of the camp.

At this moment, there were ten militias standing in the center of the crowd.

Their arms were tied with white gauze that identified their identities, and their hands were tied behind them by plastic strips. However, their expressions were different. Some looked angry, some were indifferent, and some were not convinced, or they had a premonition of something bad.

And not far away from them, two corpses were lying on the lie of a man and a woman.

The man looked like he was in his early thirties and the woman was about twenty-five or twenty-six, and he should be a couple.

The former's abdomen was cut open by a bayonet, and the latter had a blood hole on his forehead. Both of them had obvious bruises and scars on their bodies. They seemed to have suffered a lot before their death.

Next to the two corpses, two girls with disheveled hair were wrapped in a blanket that barely covered their bodies, curled up and sat in the mud and shivering, their expressionless faces were covered with scars of fear and dullness, as well as mud-water stains.

The two seemed to have forgotten how to cry, but they made noises all the time, like fish stranded on the shore.

Looking at the group of disarmed militia patrols, the bodies lying on the ground and the two girls wrapped in blankets next to the bodies, the murder dagger who had just come out of the camp gate guessed what was going on with his toes, but he still looked at the four players standing next to the two girls and confirmed.

what happened.

Shanhe took a step forward when he fell into his dream, put away his helmet's eyepiece, glanced at the group of guys who had been disarmed, and truthfully reported the situation at that time.

...We were sheltering from the rain near Heishui Street, and suddenly we heard a gunshot. After we came out, we saw those guys coming out of a private house.

There is a complete record in the action video.

He didn't want to describe the situation at that time too much, and could only say that all the things that the beast could not do were done by these guys.

From the expression on the player's face, he could roughly guess what happened. The Killing Dagger looked at the militia with white strips tied to his arms.

Although I couldn't understand what these iron men were talking about, those militia could understand the murderous eyes.

The man in the leader immediately panicked and shouted, trying to defend himself.

That man!He was the jailer at Camp Rowell!We found the Imperial rifles and prison guards' clothes in his home!

Can you prove that his gun and clothes were not picked up?And who allows you to enter their house!The Killing Dagger stared at him. Even if he was a prison guard, even if he did something unforgivable, what did it have to do with his family?

Those people obviously had dissatisfied expressions, and even the eyes of looking at him were filled with a hint of incomprehensibility.

The man in the lead did not speak, and the man standing next to him stepped forward.

We went in to shelter from the rain!And...didn't you go in too?I saw them coming out of a house!

As he said that, the man turned his head and looked at the four iron men who had handed their weapons aside, with an indignant expression on his face.

The murderous dagger looked at the mountains and rivers and dreamed.

The latter's expression stagnated and explained awkwardly.

We did go in, but we really just go in to shelter from the rain... and I gave the money, so the family could testify to us.No, if you don't believe it, I can turn on the action recorder, and I'll keep it on the whole process.

Zero Chong's face changed.

Damn it?

If he was put here, wouldn’t he be able to wash it even if he jumped into the Yellow River?!

Fortunately, Mr. Killing Dagger didn't do this, but just reached out and touched the VM twice. It was probably discussing with other players what to do.

Seeing that things seemed to be interesting, there were more and more people around to watch the fun, and they pointed and discussed it.

Iron Man and the group of slaves carrying guns had an internal strife.

They were curious about how the farce would end.

There was also the one who lay on the ground, who seemed to be known to someone, and several survivors living nearby whispered in whispering in low excitement.

Abshik seemed to be a jailer at Camp Rowell. I heard someone say it before, and it seemed that he said it himself.

Why did I hear that he is a shoe polisher?

Come on, that guy is just a porter and a bragging drunk. Maybe he will become His Majesty's Imperial Guard tomorrow.

Does he still have money to buy wine?!

Where did he get the money!Every day I squat on the dock and pick up the remaining things the sailors drank.Last time I saw someone peeing a bottle for him. He picked it up and tasted it, and he tried it all. He even told us that the Willant wine tasted very sweet.

Ha ha!

It’s a pity that his two daughters have been in trouble with their father, tsk.

My face looks pretty good, but it's a little dirty.

I definitely need comfort after suffering such a great grievance, hehe.

At this time, a horn sounded from behind the crowd, and a wheeled off-road vehicle with a machine gun on the roof and a desert-colored painted wheeled off-road vehicle drove over.

The crowd avoided it.

The car door opened, Fang Chang jumped out of the car, ignored the crowd, and walked straight to the front of the killer.

I've already understood the situation, where is Lasi?

As soon as he finished speaking, the man with a flat head walked over from the entrance of the camp and nodded respectfully and said.

Sir, are you looking for me?

He had white gauze wrapped around his arms, a blade assault rifle behind him, and a scar on his cheek that had not yet been scabbed, which seemed to be left behind in yesterday's battle.

Fang Chang narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at him intently.

My brother asked you to restrain your subordinates, and this is the result of your restraint?

Lasi's expression was stunned. He glanced at the corpse on the ground, then looked at the guys with their hands tied up, and finally looked at Fang Chang again.

I heard they killed soldiers from the Empire.

I heard that he was killed in his home, Fang Chang sneered, and their bayonets were on the belt of trousers?

Lasi was slightly stunned.

Then he walked to the ten disarmed militiamen and pointed to the two bodies on the ground and the two girls wrapped in blankets with his chin.

What you did?

Those eyes were like the eyes of wild beasts, and there was no trace of emotion, and it was even hard to figure out whether he was angry with the atrocities committed by his men, or sympathizing with the experiences of the two sensible girls.

Staring at the pupils that seemed to be able to suck the soul away, the tenth husband's breathing became rapid and finally moved his gaze away.

……I was wrong.

Lassi nodded, as if accepting the statement, turned around and walked away a few steps, but suddenly turned around and opened the security of the rifle.

The sudden change scared everyone onlookers.Including the ten militias pointed at by guns, they were all stunned and forgot to beg for mercy for themselves.

Lasi had no intention of listening to their begging for mercy, and he didn't even give them time to explain his last words, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Just heard a burst of gunfire, and the ten militias with their hands tied up instantly fell into a pool of blood like a pierced balloon in a burst of electric shock.

Ah！

Looking at the bloody scene, the onlookers screamed and retreated, and the two girls slumped on the ground were also looking at the other side as if they were lost.

After emptying the rifle's magazine, Lasi threw it to the ground, pulled out the pistol that was pinned at his waist and cleared the remaining magazines at the guy who had not yet died.

The scene was as quiet as death.

Whether it was the militia standing at the gate of the camp or the players standing aside, watching this mad dog-like guy lose his words.

Fang Chang narrowed his eyes slightly, not knowing what he was thinking. He neither stopped his behavior nor praised him for being right.

The Killing Dagger stared at Lasi with wide eyes, held his breath for a moment, and suddenly stepped forward and shouted at him.

What are you doing!

Calm down, brother, they've gotten bad things, now they're dead.

After being forced back by the aggressive gaze, Rasie continued with reason and reasonably.

If you are not satisfied yet, I can pull out the guy from a Century team with them and die.

The Killing Dagger widened his eyes.

Are you crazy?!

Lasi looked at the yelling guy in confusion, and was silent for a while before suddenly a word popped out of his mouth.

Isn't this enough?

The murderous dagger stared at this guy in a daze, unable to speak for a moment.

In a sense, this guy solved the problem cleanly, but it seemed that nothing was solved.

But as he said.

Everyone was killed and their lives were lost.

Isn't it enough?

The dead people were originally slaves, and they were free people for at most one day, and they had nothing else to compensate them except their lives.

Enough.

Fang Chang suddenly spoke and broke the stiff atmosphere at the scene.

Walking to Lasi, he patted the mad dog's shoulder, then patted his tight face, and smiled in a eased mood.

If you kill well, you should indeed kill, but the practice is too sloppy.You have to set a rule to tell your subordinates what things cannot be done and what kind of punishment they will be punished if they do it, instead of dragging them to the square and making all the thrusts, otherwise it will be difficult to convince the public.

Lasi nodded respectfully.

yes!

The respectful and obedient look was so unmistakable that Fang Chang glanced at the corpse on the ground and said slowly.

Take a few people to bury them.

Lasi nodded, turned around and picked up the rifle and carried it on his back. He opened his throat and shouted several subordinates over and carried the bodies to bury them.

The problem of being difficult to convince the public does not seem to exist at all.

The soldiers did not feel dissatisfied with the leader because he killed his own people. Instead, they looked at him with awe and obedience.

All this was not beyond Fang Chang's expectations.

They were not in the full sense of the whole, and the beasts who believed in the laws of the jungle were of course more inclined to follow the more fierce one.

Looking at Fang Chang leaving Lasi, the Killing Dagger hesitated for a moment, and finally couldn't help but say.

I think at least those people should be given legal trials. This is actually a good opportunity to use them as publicity

Come on, everyone is dead, is it meaningful to examine those corpses?The one who should be judged the most is still hanging on the wardrobe.

After interrupting the words of the murder dagger, Fang Chang squinted his eyes and looked at the warden who was hung on the whistle and allowed the crow to bite him, and continued patiently.

The things you said are too advanced for them. They are still in a relatively primitive jungle society and do not need the thing you said for the time being.Don't forget, when did we waste time trying those raiders before letting the survivors of Qingquan City have clean clothes to wear?That's all after eating and wearing.

At this stage, I only have one requirement for them, just be obedient. Listen to what we say, this is the only requirement.Even if their discipline is extremely bad, it is definitely much better than the emperor who can send 5% of the population to the concentration camp.

As for the others, don't be too anxious.

On the one hand, the atrocities of those militia were the retaliatory rebound of the oppressed after the sudden straightening of their backs, but more of it was the inevitability caused by the vacuum of order.

The aftermath of this riot is far more than these typical cases of being caught.

The rebel army's attitude of concern for the alliance would be restrained, and the thugs who picked up weapons from the defeated soldiers would only be more cruel and unscrupulous.

At this moment, in that dark alley, I don’t know how many tragedies happened.

To fundamentally solve this problem, a new order must be established locally to replace the old order during the period when Nihak served as governor.

He is actually doing this now.

Director Biharry is taking over the police in the city with his dog-legged men, and the training of the militia is also proceeding in an orderly manner.

They didn't do well, but they were enough.

When the new order is completed, they only need to let the local survivors have enough food, wear clothes, and live in houses... The Binihak period who can live has a little dignity, and this new order will naturally gain enough legitimacy in the minds of the locals.

This is actually not very difficult.

A certain unjust emperor left them a large sum of money to do it.

It was a bit unkind to move all that money back home.

After deducting the compensation, borrowing and investing in the locals in the name of Baiyue Company will not only make a good reputation for the Alliance and French Fries Port, but also make another profit from it.

What about them?How to deal with it?The Killing Dagger glanced at the two girls who were slumped on the ground and looked at Fang Chang again.

No matter how many solutions there are to those macro problems, they need to solve the current problems.

At least he thinks this needs to be solved.

A pair of eyes were watching around him.

Fang Chang was silent for a long time and sighed.

Give them two tickets...

Perhaps the survivors of French Fries Harbor can help them start a new life, just like the survivors of the refugee house.

In addition to giving them financial compensation and sending them out of this place of trouble, he could not think of a better way for the time being...

……

As the bodies at the entrance of Rowell camp and the two pity victims were taken away, the survivors who were surrounded by the entrance of the camp were all dispersed one after another.

Although the attitude of the white gauze toward the iron people was completely uninteresting, everyone felt a little bored, but in the end they were still happy to see Hong.

The guy named Lasi was a cruel man. He didn't blink his eyes when he killed his own people, and he was like killing a chicken.

Those young men who were killed were really miserable. There was nothing big about it, so at most they paid two pigs, but they accidentally hit the gun.

besides

It turns out that if you get shot, you won’t die immediately, but will sprint in the blood like a fish before you die.

Everyone was very happy, it was worth the fun they had watched for so long.

As for the two girls wearing blankets, the outcome is equally concerning.

Some people say they were attracted by the iron man, otherwise the iron man would have no reason to take them away and just let them go home by themselves.

Some people also say that they will be dealt with secretly. After all, the white gauze sells the iron people so much that they have to give some gifts.

Everyone was racking their brains in their own way, trying to explain those strange things that they couldn't understand.

At least they did their best.

Seeing the riots outside the window subsided, Han Mingyue pushed open the car door and walked down, just glanced at the blood on the ground, and continued to walk towards the entrance of the camp indifferently.

Fang Chang, who was waiting there, looked at her slightly unexpectedly.

Are you not afraid?

In his impression, except for the group of blackened disciples of the Enlightenment, most of the blue coats on the wasteland had extraordinary moral integrity.

He was even ready to be criticized by the NPC, but the expected thing didn't happen at all.

Instead, he became the one who made a fuss.

Do you think the Great Desert is a good place for peace?Han Mingyue teased as if nothing had happened, and I was studying here, so I don’t know what the survivors here are.

It seems to be.

Fang Chang understood in an instant.

This guy looks at the people here, but I'm afraid there is no difference between Heya and Xiaoyu.

Walking into Camp Rowell, Ms. Han looked around, her eyes flashing with a shimmer of interest.

It was indeed here... she muttered.

here?

Fang Chang glanced around.

Apart from the layers of dove cages, there is nothing special about him.

However, Ms. Han’s views are obviously different.

She took a photo of the layout around her and continued with emotion.

...According to the information I collected in the Great Desert, this was once a scientific investigation station. During the Three Years War, a battalion-level combat unit affiliated with the People's Federation Army escorted huge refugees to retreat from the southern industrial zone, and maintained order for a long time in the early stages of the Wasteland Era.

Fang Chang suddenly became curious about the strange place.

Is Rowell the name of that battalion commander?Or the name of the scientific investigation station?

Han Mingyue said.

It was the battalion commander, whose name was 'General Rowell'. I found some dissatisfaction and accusations from the survivors at that time in the cached data of a signal repeater, including asking the People's Political Consultative Conference to remove it.No such complaint information had stopped until the end of the Three Years War, but it seemed useless.

According to the time information signature on the server, the last message was sent by General Rowell himself. It seems that he intends to report to the Post-War Reconstruction Committee, or may defend himself.Unfortunately, the Post-War Reconstruction Committee did not receive this news, and was unable to care about the survivors of the distant Bharat Province.

In that message, General Rowell mentioned that in addition to the necessary coercive measures taken to survive, he took special measures to make local survivors fill their stomachs, including forcing researchers to study how to make the soil edible, including forcing some survivors to try it as guinea pigs.

However, surprisingly, his scientific researchers really used the equipment of the scientific investigation station to synthesize a single-celled organism that can degrade biomass remains.After treatment by this microorganism, the soil will turn reddish-brown and can be eaten with simple filtering.

Unfortunately, the project was only halfway through, and there was a riot at Camp Rowell. The rebel survivors buried General Rowell and his fellow researchers and their research results in the wasteland north of Camp Rowell and near the Yongliu River... There should have been a piece of frozen soil at that time. They had used a lot of effort to dig a large enough pit. If my speculation was correct, there should be a piece of red soil north of Port Golden Gallen.

Fang Chang asked in confusion.

Why do those survivors object to him?

Looking at the pieces of mud cakes spread out on the stone slabs to dry on the open space not far away, Han Mingyue said casually.

Matter will not be produced out of thin air, but will only flow to the next cycle in one cycle. You might as well guess how the organic matter that synthesizes 'red clay' comes from?

Without waiting for Fang Chang to guess, she continued.

People need to constantly fill the organic debris of corpses, feces, and other organic matter into red clay. Only in this way can the red clay "grow" continuously, or they can only wait for them to grow slowly.

From the perspective of carbon sequestration, this is actually not more efficient than farming. The only advantage is that it is easy to save time.General Rowell actually did not solve the problem fundamentally. He probably read some books from the old era, and then did what he thought was good with a simple wish, and was finally promoted by the first generation of survivors who had not gone crazy.

Good guy.

The soil for burying the corpse?!

The square Adam's apple moved, and her stomach was churning.

However, the researcher seemed to be fine, and even had a meaningful smile on the corner of his mouth.

...But ironically, although General Rowell is now a fool with great ambition and talent, and a little stubborn, the descendants of those survivors are obviously more stupid than him, and they throw away the reserve of civilized people.His whimsical approach matched a group of stupider guys, which made them live a fun life.

So, in your opinion, is there any better way?Fang Chang was a little curious about what good ideas a sociologist could have.

Han Mingyue said with a smile.

I think your method is very good. Your manager is a pretty good person. Do the right thing at the right time and don’t think of taking one step to the end... As for specific ideas, the things I have studied tend to be theoretical, and can only give you suggestions for reference and cannot give you direct solutions.

After a pause, she glanced around and continued.

I have to stay here for a few days. Although most of the original buildings have been demolished, I should be able to find some useful clues... Can you guarantee my safety?

Fang Chang suggested friendly.

I suggest you live in the port, where the area we actually control is there, and it can become a front line at any time.

Han Mingyue simply nodded.

OK, listen to you.

……

Just the second day after the Dolphin sent the researchers from the second wave of supply and scientific research team to French Fries Port, Duke Galaw, who was far away in the First Hospital of Dawn City, finally woke up slowly from the hospital bed.

Before he could open his eyes completely, the scream of high hopes fluttered to the edge of the bed.

grown ups!Are you awake?

The memories before fainting poured in like a tide, and Duke Galawa looked at Niyan, the servant kneeling by the window, stretched out his trembling hand and grabbed his arm.

gold……

He was like a drowning parrot, trying to sniff his throat.

Niyan understood the expression on his face and said quickly.

Don't worry, sir!I have asked someone to send a letter to His Majesty for the matter in Golden Gallen Port!As expected, others have arrived in Yinyue Bay. Using the radio station there, we can contact the scouts on the east coast of Bharat Province. At the latest tomorrow, Your Majesty will know the situation here!

The Duke of Galawa breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this.

The city defense force in Jinjialun Port is really useless, but the imperial army is more than just a city defense force, and those wine bags are not even cannon fodder.

As long as your Majesty knows about this, he will dispatch the Gray Wolf Army stationed on the banks of the Yongliu River and drive the members of the alliance into the sea in minutes.

He admitted that this time he was wrong and caught off guard by the alliance. He suffered a loss on both the map and morality.

But it doesn't matter.

As long as they can regain the Port of King Gallon, they will take the initiative in the ceasefire negotiations, and everything will be easy to say at that time.

A comforting smile appeared on his face, and Duke Galawa slowly nodded and let go of the hand holding Niangan's arm.

Good job...Ah, you are still reliable at critical moments.

It's a pity that my identity is a little lower.

Otherwise, he would have thought about reusing this smart guy, such as giving him a job with real power.

Neyang smiled shyly and said with a flattering look.

They are all good education by the Duke.

Galavan nodded slowly, then looked at the white ceiling, silent for a long time, and spoke slowly after a while.

here it is?

Neyan said hurriedly.

Shuguang City First Hospital, this is the best hospital nearby.

Seeing Niyang stop talking, Bablu, who was standing aside, finally waited for the opportunity to interrupt and added in a muffled voice.

The doctor here said that if you have a heart problem and want to cure it, it is recommended that you replace the bionic heart.For this purpose, they provided two sets of quality solutions, one is Jushi Military Industry and the other is Ideal City.

In fact, there is a third set, implanting biological prosthetics.

However, the plan was too avant-garde, as if only residents of Shelter No. 404 or those infected with mutations can be vaccinated, so the doctor just mentioned it.

However, before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by a scolding.

The residence!

Staring at this guy with wide eyes, Neyan said aggressively, Do you want the members of the alliance to open the intestines and tear the Duke?!What's your intention?

Bablu opened his mouth wide and looked at Niyan in confusion.

He had no intention, but he did his duty as a servant and honestly conveyed the doctor's original words.

However, he was stupid, and he became even more panicked when he was anxious. He hesitated for a long time but couldn't say a word. He was sweating on his head, which seemed suspicious.

The bedridden Duke Galawa twitched unconsciously.

I heard that he could cure his old heart problem, but he was a little moved, but he didn't have that little money anyway.But when he heard that he was about to open his intestines and break his stomach, he was immediately scared again.

That's just a knife on your body, not a joke.

What do you know if the Alliance doctors will take the opportunity to do something to him.

What if Chu Guang's eyes hint that the doctor here understands and stabs his major artery, there will be no place to reason!

Understanding the concerns on Duke Galawa's face, Neyan approached him considerately and whispered in his ear.

...Sir, I am worried that the Alliance will take the opportunity to move your heart. It is not a big deal if you pay attention to conditioning and take medication on time. But if the Alliance controls your heart, it is hard to say when it will not be instructed.

Haha, I had expected... How could I get this crappy trick from these sinister and cunning guys?

He said in his heart that it was so dangerous. Duke Galawa glared at Babru, who was standing beside him, then looked at Niyan, and continued in a calm manner.

Is there anything happened these days when I was not here?

There is no adult yet. Foreign Minister Cheng has visited you once, but you were not awake at that time. He stayed for a while before leaving.

When he said this, Neyan suddenly remembered something.

By the way, I bought the newspaper you told me to buy!

After saying that, he grabbed the neatly stacked "Gomin Observer" on the bedside table and handed it to the Duke of Galawa with great sincerity.

This is exactly the version from a few days ago.

Originally, Duke Galaw's complexion had recovered a little, but as soon as he met the exaggerated title, his sallow face turned red in an instant.

"The commander of the Gray Wolf Army of Xilan Empire: I cried, I just touched you, did you chase me for two thousand kilometers?!》

...The Burning Corps landed in Jinjialun Port. In just one morning, the city defense force was beaten and ran away with his head, and the port area and the Governor's Office both fell.

These bastards...

It's simply too much!

Galava's eyes turned dark, and her shoulders fell back with force. The back of her head, which had just left the pillow, fell into the pillow again.

When Bablu and other wolves guards saw this, they hurried forward and snatched the newspaper out of his tightly held hands.

adult!adult!

Quick, quick artificial respiration!

Are you a pig?We are in the hospital!Go and call the doctor!Neyan pushed Bablu away and yelled at him.

The latter ran out of the door in panic, and didn't bother to think about who made the Duke faint and shouted loudly into the corridor.

doctor!!!

Just as the doctor rushed towards the ward, there was also a roar in the towering hall of the imperial palace far away in Tiandu, the west coast of Bharat Province.

Bastard!

He threw the telegram in his hand under the steps of the palace. Wu Tuo's face was filled with murderous anger, and his two beards shook under his breath.

The boundless power of heaven pressed on the shoulders of the ministers, and everyone crawled and shivered, not daring to make any sound.

The content in the telegram is the original copy of the Goblin Observer, which records in detail what happened a few days ago in the Port of Golden Gallon.

However, what made Wu Tuo angry was that the alliance's troops landed in the Port of Golden Gallon a few days ago, and the emperor, he, only now knew about it!

If his mission was not for the rapid delivery of this newspaper in Shuguang City, I am afraid that the emperor, as the emperor, would still be kept in the dark!

Wu Tuo's heart was like a knife stirring, and his teeth were almost bleeding.

Governor Nihak is his confidant, earning him hundreds of millions of foreign exchange every year, but now he has become a prisoner of the alliance.

More than that.

He has hundreds of millions of dinars in the Bank of Jingalun Port, and now he has fallen into the hands of those bandits!

very good!

Wu Tuo clenched his teeth.

He originally planned to teach those people a little lesson, but he didn't expect that these guys would be so bold and dare to put their ideas into his pocket.

Clenching his trembling fists, Wu Tuo let out an angry roar at the ministers crawling under the steps.

Pass my order!

Starting immediately, the entire Gray Wolf Army heads to Jinjialun Port!

Tell General Alayan, I don’t care what method he uses!No matter how much the price is paid!I want to let those sword flags be re-plugged onto the roof of the Governor's Mansion!