Governor General's Office, Port Kimgalon.
One man sat on the chair with a big golden knife, and the other man was pacing back and forth in the office with an anxious expression.
There were two cups of tea on the low table, one was still hot, and the other was already cold and the other was still not moving.
Lasi couldn't help but curse as he looked at the thoughtful Yodu, who was pinching his chin and pondering.
...Fuck you, can you stop wandering around? You don’t feel dizzy, I can’t even see it.
Yodu glanced at this guy, glanced out the window, and sighed heavily and shook his head.
Seeing that this guy wanted to say it but didn't say it, Lasi's brow twitched violently.
Say something if you have something to do.
Yodu finally spoke.
General, why did Mr. Fang Chang transfer you from the front line to the rear?
Lasi picked up the teacup and blew it, and replied without any saltiness or lightness.
Know.
Yo Du Mei beating hard, and he continued to ask with a grudge.
Then why are you so impatient?
impatient?Haha, the empire killed my compatriots and slaughtered my relatives. Why do you ask me why I am so impatient?Lasi raised his eyebrows, but his eyes narrowed into a slit, and two gazes shot at him. Every day I spent here, I wonder how many families were destroyed!
I will never forget what happened in Camp Rowell, and that's just a grain of ashes on these four million square kilometers of land!A piece of grass!Let me tell you, I wish I could go to heaven to chop off the emperor's family now!Demolition of a thousand pillars from the Thousand Pillars City!
Yodu wanted to say something, but Rasie interrupted him.
You are a member of the Snake tribe, and you are a compatriot who dies on Shifeng Mountain and on the wasteland of Weifu.You have read the Survivor Daily that the way of death is not even worthy of cannon fodder, but Wu Tuo's idiot not only did not reflect on it, but was also overjoyed and planned to continue to send people to the ghost place to die. You advise me to think about my compatriots before
Enough!
Yodu suddenly roared, interrupting Lasi's chatter.
His chest was undulating, and a trace of out of control was rarely seen on his face that was sophisticated, sleek and forbearing.
His eyes were staring at Lasi. He wanted to go up and grab the guy's collar, but he held it back.
I'm worried about you!You are such a short-lived ghost. You are not sure what the situation is in the north. It is true that those idiots are your compatriots, but those things that are not even as good as the feudal lord’s army. What is the difference between you going there and sending death?
Lasi showed a hint of surprise on his face, and he didn't feel offended. He just didn't expect that this guy who was not usually revealed would have such a straightforward side, so he laughed.
joke! The turtle with a shrinking head has lived for a long time, so why do I be a turtle? You laugh at me for being short-lived, I still laugh at you for not getting tired of living. Hey, I will be regarded as a short-lived ghost today!
Yodu was so amused that he was about to leave after he finished drinking tea, he went up and poured him half a cup, and stopped him.
My general, my ancestor, you also consider the actual situation
Lasi curled his lips: I don’t know what the situation in the north is better than you?Don’t forget that the battle report is delivered to my office first!I’m thinking about the first-hand battle report, isn’t it much better than you who can read the second-hand battle report?The whole group of pig heads was fighting. The more I looked at it, the more angry I became, so angry I drank one bottle after another!
As he spoke, he seemed to remember those battle reports again and immediately gritted his teeth.
Yodu sighed.
But what changes can you make after you go?
Lasi said without hesitation.
The Resistance Army is incompetent, I am not incompetent!My Yue tribe is even more capable!
Yodu couldn't help but say again.
What if I lose?
Lasi said lightly.
There is only death.
The room became quiet.
Yodu looked at him in a daze, thinking that the short-lived ghost just now was a joke, but he didn't want him to be the real one.
This guy really bet on his life...
His Adam's apple moved, and he picked up his teacup silently and greeted the general.
I didn’t expect that you were so enlightened, but I was disrespectful.
I feel like I'm sending me on the road, but I'm not dead yet.Lasi clinked a glass with him and said with a grin, "But even if I die, I will take them to die than they are so half-dead cowardly. In the end, I didn't drag the emperor down, but it made the hearts of the young people in the Bharat Province feel unhappy!"
The two were talking, and footsteps came from outside the office door, and a young man pushed the door and walked in.
Mr. Yodu, a telegram from Dawn City.
What is said in the telegram!Before Yodu could speak, Lasi stood up first and asked in a hurry.
The young man looked at Ye Du carefully, nodded when he saw the latter, and then continued.
Mr. Fang Chang said...is accurate.
Lasi showed an ecstatic expression on his face, laughed a few times, and attacked Yodu.
Goodbye!
After saying that, he walked out the door like wind, without stopping for a moment, leaving only Yodu and the young man.
After taking a look at the direction where Lasi left, the young man glanced at Yodu again, and asked hesitantly after a moment.
Is this really good?
He is a Ma tribe. Although he was not a noble before he served as a civil servant in the city hall, he was also a person who helped the nobles, so his family was quite wealthy.
For a person like Lasi, he can be said to be both appreciative and afraid, and he also has a hint of disgust.
I appreciate it because the old nobles and men were afraid of this guy, and of course they were afraid of this guy because he was indeed not a good thing, and he was moody and ruthless.
As for disgust, it is probably a bit jealous.
The city hall was transformed with locals, built railways, subways, and renovated by Gaocheng District. However, the majority of middle and lower-class civilians admired Lasi, who even killed his own people.
Compared to Yodu, Lasi's prestige in Kingaron Port is much higher.
If it weren't for his lack of interest in being the mayor, it would be difficult for the respected Mr. Yodu to compete with that guy...if he didn't use tricks.
Maybe Mr. Fang Chang has his own judgment.After Jedu was silent for a long time, he sighed softly.
After being the acting mayor for so long, he also felt that Mr. Fang Chang was not easy.
Most of the time, what he has to do is not to choose the best one from two reliable options, but to choose the least one from two unreliable options.
Should I put out the flame that finally ignites, or let the fire burn and see what it can burn...
He felt that if he stood in the position of Mr. Fang Chang, he might have made such a choice.
Actually, that guy is not that bad either.A guy who clearly wants to be an emperor and a warlord is better than a Charlas, the Northern Federation who calls for freedom but becomes the emperor but claims to be the president.
There are some changes to the former. At least the young people in the Bharat Province do not think that equality is a disaster. As for how Lasi thinks alone, it doesn't matter.
But the latter is difficult, right and wrong will be reversed, and only a vigorous war or a fire that burns to the extreme can start over.
As a reformist, he doesn't actually hate people like Lasi.If you want to arrange a sequence, this kind of person is always more pleasing than the royalists, even though he can't appreciate it.
Take one step at a time.Yodu shook his head, returned to his desk, and continued to review the new textbook plan sent by the Educators Association...
On the other side, Lasi, who left the town hall, stopped at the entrance of the town hall.
He suddenly turned around and looked at the Jingaron flag and Union flag floating in the square in front of the city hall, then took off the officer's hat on his head and placed it on the flagstand standing with the flagpole.
You can't kneel, I won't kneel today.
On the other day, the survivors of my Bharat Province bowed and clenched their fists to kneel down. Whoever dared to kneel down again, no matter if he or she kneels, I will saw his grandmother's legs first!
After saying that, he bowed three times in a row, straightened his back, turned around and left.
On the same day, the Port of Kingalun City Hall accepted the resignation submitted by Lasi, director of the Civil Defense Office.
Also resigned were 100 officers and soldiers of the militia regiment.
It is said that Lasi returned to the military camp to speak on the same day, and more than twice the number of people submitting his resignation.
As for these resignations, the authorities of the King Gallon Port also approved one by one under the instructions of the Governor's Secretary.
The young men returned the military caps, uniforms and epaulettes issued to them by the authorities, and also returned the guns on their shoulders.
From today on, they are no longer the awesome militia, but just ordinary residents of Golden Gallon Port.
However, when they walked out of the barracks, they received cheers from the survivors of the entire city of Golden Gallon Port.
People gathered on the streets, threw flowers at them, handed them fruits, and hugged them, like seeing off a group of heroes on their way.
While everyone was rumoring to the empire, the young men stood up.
Their birth was not glorious, their resume was not brave, and their ancestors did not have great military achievements, but everyone could see their courage and determination to look at death in their eyes.
The young men walking in the crowd also raised their heads and chests, looking at the crowd that gave them flowers, their eyes full of pride.
If you can have such a time in your life, you will die without regrets!
Many of them remember it.
Similar things happened once, on the day the Empire was defeated.
But those flowers were scattered to the league at that time, not those who also shed blood.
They were not jealous of the alliance robbing their glory. After all, they knew that it was impossible to win the empire by relying on themselves, and their performance was indeed not as exciting as those guys. A hundred people chased tens of thousands of people and jumped into the river with their heads in their arms.
However, even if the residents of Port Kim Garon take the admiration of the alliance for granted, they are inevitably a little envious.
Why don’t they also desire to be recognized by their compatriots?
And why don’t you look forward to those who have been united!
Especially when they learned about everything that happened in Dawn City, Dawn City, Rock City, etc. through the books and newspapers that crossed the ocean, the light of longing was even more enlarged to become a new belief.
Miracles are not born, nor should they be there for granted.
The awakening of the residents of Port Kimgalon began in Survivors’ Daily, and their awakening had already planted the seeds from the moment they fought side by side with those people.
Someone must take the first step!
Now it's their turn to walk the paths that those people have walked!
Just as the young men were stalking forward, Palu, who was transferred from the Port District Police Station to maintain order, was looking for someone to step on the leather shoes.
He bought it for half a month's salary, which cost him more than 900 gallons.
Finally found it in the corner of the crowd, he rushed up overjoyed, hugged it in his arms and breathed a sigh of relief.
Thank God of Horse for your blessing!
He murmured silently, and hurriedly put on his shoes and strided back into the crowd.
He turned his hands and touched the instructions left and right, scolded a few children who were joining in the fun. When it was dark that day, the crowd had dispersed. He used his strength to wipe his sweat and walked to the lounge of the nearby guard bureau to rest.
The guard bureau was full of young men, and they were also talking about the empire indignation, cursing Wu Tuo that he did not regard the Rat people as human beings, nor did he regard the ordinary people of the empire as human beings.
Of course it is good to join the Muscle Community!But can't we change the way?Mr. Manager did not force everyone to tie their heads to support the cause of all mankind. Isn’t it possible to change the method?
that is!It is obvious that you can buy some industrial equipment with the pension given by the gang community and then take some orders for the gang community, but this dog's witch camel wants to exchange for his life!
I don’t know where the money is spent!
Alas, I hope those guys can win...
There are many stalls in Kraba Market that have fundraising sites. The dyeing workshops and the owners of textile factories are calling for donations. I also donated some yesterday.
Is it reliable?
Why is it unreliable? The boss of the Assassin Group donated one million silver coins himself!Those who do big business are thinking about your money?
Hiss...it's enough money to buy a tank!
Screaming the Empire has become a fashion in Jingaron Port, and everyone is scolding, including Palu, who originally missed Nihak, hasn't liked that outdated thing recently, and occasionally he scolds it.
But when it comes to the young men who caused traffic jams and caused him big trouble, he couldn't be happy.
Can't they leave quietly without any sound at night?
Especially those unlucky things, they almost lost one of his new leather shoes.
But sitting here he didn't dare to sing in public, so he just hummed in a low voice.
Haha, let alone that kind of thing, it’s useless to give them power armor... Following Lasi, that drunkard, was afraid that his blood would be in vain.
It happened to be sitting on the edge of the crowd, Bashak heard the complaint, looked at his colleagues in surprise, and said incrediblely, how could you say that to them?
He is indifferent to things outside of work, but he at least doesn't hate those guys who dare to be the first.
It would be beneficial if they really succeeded, at least fewer unjust souls drowned in Yongliu River.
Seeing someone talking to her, Palu said with a contemptuous smile.
Do I need to say this?How could that Lasi succeed? A guy from a slave, nothing will be done without the alliance. He thought those people were afraid of him?
It seemed that he felt that it was unconvincing to just say this, so he hurriedly added another sentence, afraid that he would miss it.
And most importantly, he has no thoughts.
Bashak was amused and crying.
Then, what is that… are we talking about the same thing?
He thought this old senior would say that those young men did not bring guns when they went out.
Seeing that the boy was indeed young, Palu shouted and raised the corners of his mouth as if he were aware of it.
Gods are just fictional shackles, and thoughts are the sharp swords that cut off the shackles!It’s better to rely on yourself than to rely on the heaven and earth. Getting rich depends on your hands and brain. Respecting others means respecting yourself... You guy is afraid you haven’t read the Survivor Daily. You don’t even know something as important as a thought, so how can you be a guard!The young man's style is a problem!
Bashak looked at him blankly, and he really couldn't remember that there was so much written in the newspaper. He only remembered that the clan from the alliance told him that the Rat tribe could also be a guard and that he could learn slowly without lying.
Faced with the scolding of the old senior, he felt a hot face, and for a moment he reflected on whether he really talked about equality in his daily work and dealing with people.
Then... do you have that thing?
Bashak originally asked this question with guilt, and he wanted to ask for advice.
But after Palu heard it, the old senior who was still proud of the previous second jumped up as if he had been stepped on his tail.
A guy with a stingy look, how dare you say I don’t have it!Of course I have it!When the league first came ashore, I knew that those guys who unite everyone would definitely win!
Moreover, if I hadn't turned a blind eye to them and let them get ashore, they wouldn't have won that easily.Otherwise, why do you think about why I am a guard in the Harbour District, and you are only worthy of doing odd jobs on Knight Road?The guy with long hair is short-sense, why are you so knowledgeable too!
Bashak stared at the excited old senior in a daze, took a step back, with some pity in his eyes, but also a little scared.
What he was afraid of was not that the old guy's mouth was really open and ruined the lives of the young guys. After all, the gods did not exist, but that he suddenly thought of the whole end of the river.
They were very similar to the preface made by Mr. Rat to write a biography for General Rowell, and this time the L people read again what the alliance brought, just as it was great to read that the Willant people gave a thousand dinars...
Killing the emperor is not difficult.
But these people are immortal...
……
The dusk gradually fell, the night gradually became deeper, the Yongliu River was quiet and peaceful, and the reed marsh was green and green.
This is the northwest of Port Jingaron, an undeveloped wasteland.
This place was originally named Lucaopo, but now it is called Dead Man Po by the locals, because the drowned ghosts are buried under the reed marsh.
The residents who left the settlement came all the way here and stopped sending them forward.
Lasi and his followers will board the ferry by the river, covering the Assassin gangs and crossing the territory controlled by the Tiger Army.
Someone gets on board and some gets off.
Looking at the worms who thanked the boatman for his reinvention, and the corpses hidden in the reed marsh, Lasi, who stood on the bow of the barge, had a trace of contempt in his eyes.
He said with his back to his subordinates and said in a voice that was neither light nor heavy.
...Did you see the fleeing people on the Yongliu River?
They were like dogs falling in the water, begging to climb to the shore, as if they could live like a person by climbing ashore... It was such a coward, and they would not do a good job, so they had to be dogs.
Everyone remained silent.
Although they support Lasi and do not even object to him coming to the throne, it does not mean that they agree with everything about him.
Except for the officers who first submitted their resignation with him, many of them followed him with passion.
There are many people who sympathize with these smugglers and stand up for reasons to help them at the root.
Seeing that no one responded, Lasi snorted coldly, but the tone of the conversation changed.
But it is shameful to ask me to say that being a dog is, but who turned them into dogs!
Is it their parents?
Is it the person here?
Are you?
Or alliance?Legion?Ideal City?
None!It was the wutuo, his prime minister, his ministers, and thousands of slave-keeping manors and farmers sitting in the manors!It is these things that eat people without spitting bones that turn people into dogs and twist the relationship between people into dogs and dogs!
Today you follow me against the current, not only to save the Yue tribe, but also to save the thousands of slaves!If I become crowned and emperor in the future, no matter if you believe me or not, I will never let a person from Xilan be a pig or dog again!
……
It took a week for Lassi to resign, and the news that the young men made was also boiling in Port Kim Garon for a week.
The entire settlement praised Lasi and the young men, even the old nobles who were most afraid of the plague god in the past.
Port area.
The breakfast shop not far from the gate of Triumph Grand Hotel has the same decoration as that of Dawn City.Occasionally, people wearing blue jackets come here for dinner, so this breakfast shop is also very popular among locals.
Two well-dressed men sat at the table, ordered three cages of soup buns while eating with ginger and vinegar, while pointing at the newly released Survivor Daily.
"Red Clay" has just finished writing the story of L, and finally got to the point, but it did not talk about General Rowell or the red clay. Instead, it took the diary written by a madman as an introduction to the detailed description of the preface.
The article was covered in cold sweat.
The soil chewed in the mouth is like delicious meat, and the bloody mud cake is like a person's heart and soul.
The protagonist is a madman, and the madman's diary is naturally nonsense, but the Mr. Rat wrote it as if it was real, which makes people wonder whether his mental state is normal. However, after thinking about it carefully, he doubted himself, and even the soup dumpling in his mouth was not fragrant.
After trembling, the two quickly changed the topic and hurriedly talked about the federation that was bustling across the city recently.
It was the names of the young people from the Port of Golden Gallon to Lasi and the young men who followed him out of the city to fight to overthrow the empire, and they were also the expectations they had for those people.
At first it was just a name, but later some radical young men registered the organization and registered a regulatory account at Jin Jialun's bank in accordance with regulations, actively raising funds for those people. Now it feels like a group faction.
Although Lasi, who is still on the road, may not recognize this identity as a posthumous penalized, he thinks he will not refuse the equipment and money that will be delivered to him.
That Lasi was afraid that he was uneasy and I could tell at a glance that he wanted to be the emperor.
Haha, only you can see it?
Don't you think this is nonsense?
I read through the old books sent by the Alliance, and the history of the Alliance actually has the constitutional monarchy.
The Cow people sitting opposite him widened their eyes.
That embarrassing thing?The people's leagues are buried in the historical garbage dump!You also flip through the garbage dump!
The Ma people who were eating soup dumplings gave him a helpless expression.
But no matter how bad it is, can it be worse than a witch camel?
The people of the Niu tribe stopped talking.
That's right...
Who can be more embarrassing than Xilan?
Even he has half of the royal bloodline and also has titles given by the empire.
He doesn't even talk about those things, for fear of being rolled by others.
In the corner of the breakfast shop, a quite mature boy sat there quietly looking at the newspaper.
Several ordinary-looking guys but powerful Kong Wu sat around him and ate noodles. Everyone tried to approach him and tried to persuade him to retreat with their eyes.
Except for the guy who came to add tea.
Zeid said in a very light voice as he looked at the newspaper in the customer's hand.
The news on this page of your news is about the wutiao Port, where you plan to renovate the port, which requires more steel and cement, as well as workers.
Ashin raised his eyebrows gently and smiled at the funny waiter.
Can you tell I am illiterate?
Zaid nodded slightly and said in a gentle tone.
You are very enthusiastic about knowledge, but beef noodles are better eaten while they are hot, and the soup will become lumps when soaked in the noodles.
Ah Xin smiled faintly.
You guys are interesting. Why don’t you teach if you have the culture of reading books and newspapers? Come here to serve tea and water.
This person looks familiar, as if he had seen him in the Triumph Hotel, but he was probably quit for some reason.
He could figure out the reason, probably when the guests were having a meal, they were talking too much.
This is not a good habit.
I met myself, a grassroots who had developed from the bottom, and didn't have the same knowledge as him.In addition, this is the territory of the league, so he has to play the role of a good man.
If it were a guy who had no stomach, he would definitely argue with him.
Of course, it is not ruled out that this brother is sure that he will not be as knowledgeable as him before coming up.
Hearing the frivolity in the voice, Zaid smiled faintly indifferently.
Teaching cannot change the empire.I teach one person and ten people, but I can’t change anything.
As if he heard something funny, Ashin laughed out loud and put down the newspaper in his hand.
You are such an interesting guy. I would like to praise you with a cultured saying that you have a lot of knowledge. You just put on the nose. Then tell me, be a waiter... how to change the empire?
Not only did Ashin laugh out loud, but the gang members sitting beside him also smiled.
Except for the silly Kunal.
He didn't find it funny, but simply curled his lips disdainfully.
Nowadays, people have been talking about rebellion, and even the breakfast shop’s guys have daydreams in the sky.
The owner of the noodle restaurant winked at this side frantically, and even cried anxiously, trying to send Zaid away from the plague god.
This brother Tai is the boss of Asathin Gang!
Who doesn’t know what business he is doing in this port?
If he was unhappy, he would be afraid that someone would fish him out of the Yongliu River.
Yet Zaid seemed to have not seen it.
He didn't care about the job he was doing, just like he never cared about the job at Triumph Hotel.
He came here to work just to wait for the favor of a noble man, and now he has been waiting.
As for whether it can be achieved, it depends on God's will. It is not the first time he has failed.
With a faint smile, Zaid continued.
Being a waiter can't change the empire, but you can save me a lot of travel expenses.
When he heard that Tao Ren'er, who saved money to buy a boat ticket, Ah Xin looked down on him even more, but he didn't write it on his face, just picked up chopsticks to eat noodles.
...French Fries Port, hehe, it's a good place, but only the guys who work hard are welcome there.I advise you to change the problem of being a high-minded person and being low-key, and do things slowly. You don’t look like people from Jin Jialun Port at all. I’m afraid that even the noodle shop’s shop can’t do well.
He was a little annoyed.
However, what he didn't expect was that the mate said.
What are the French Fries Port? I want to go to Dawn City.
What are you going there to do?Ah Xin stopped chopsticks and glanced at him more, but he didn't expect this guy to make a shocking statement.
Lasi can't do it, nor can Yodu. No one in the entire Jinjialun Port can save the Bharat Province. There is no chance that what happened in the Rock City will be repeated here... They all lack one thing, and that thing is in Dawn City.
Staring at Ashin in shock, Zaid held his hands on the table.
I don't want to watch the young man in the Bharat Province bleed in vain, I have to go there to bring it back!
One man sat on the chair with a big golden knife, and the other man was pacing back and forth in the office with an anxious expression.
There were two cups of tea on the low table, one was still hot, and the other was already cold and the other was still not moving.
Lasi couldn't help but curse as he looked at the thoughtful Yodu, who was pinching his chin and pondering.
...Fuck you, can you stop wandering around? You don’t feel dizzy, I can’t even see it.
Yodu glanced at this guy, glanced out the window, and sighed heavily and shook his head.
Seeing that this guy wanted to say it but didn't say it, Lasi's brow twitched violently.
Say something if you have something to do.
Yodu finally spoke.
General, why did Mr. Fang Chang transfer you from the front line to the rear?
Lasi picked up the teacup and blew it, and replied without any saltiness or lightness.
Know.
Yo Du Mei beating hard, and he continued to ask with a grudge.
Then why are you so impatient?
impatient?Haha, the empire killed my compatriots and slaughtered my relatives. Why do you ask me why I am so impatient?Lasi raised his eyebrows, but his eyes narrowed into a slit, and two gazes shot at him. Every day I spent here, I wonder how many families were destroyed!
I will never forget what happened in Camp Rowell, and that's just a grain of ashes on these four million square kilometers of land!A piece of grass!Let me tell you, I wish I could go to heaven to chop off the emperor's family now!Demolition of a thousand pillars from the Thousand Pillars City!
Yodu wanted to say something, but Rasie interrupted him.
You are a member of the Snake tribe, and you are a compatriot who dies on Shifeng Mountain and on the wasteland of Weifu.You have read the Survivor Daily that the way of death is not even worthy of cannon fodder, but Wu Tuo's idiot not only did not reflect on it, but was also overjoyed and planned to continue to send people to the ghost place to die. You advise me to think about my compatriots before
Enough!
Yodu suddenly roared, interrupting Lasi's chatter.
His chest was undulating, and a trace of out of control was rarely seen on his face that was sophisticated, sleek and forbearing.
His eyes were staring at Lasi. He wanted to go up and grab the guy's collar, but he held it back.
I'm worried about you!You are such a short-lived ghost. You are not sure what the situation is in the north. It is true that those idiots are your compatriots, but those things that are not even as good as the feudal lord’s army. What is the difference between you going there and sending death?
Lasi showed a hint of surprise on his face, and he didn't feel offended. He just didn't expect that this guy who was not usually revealed would have such a straightforward side, so he laughed.
joke! The turtle with a shrinking head has lived for a long time, so why do I be a turtle? You laugh at me for being short-lived, I still laugh at you for not getting tired of living. Hey, I will be regarded as a short-lived ghost today!
Yodu was so amused that he was about to leave after he finished drinking tea, he went up and poured him half a cup, and stopped him.
My general, my ancestor, you also consider the actual situation
Lasi curled his lips: I don’t know what the situation in the north is better than you?Don’t forget that the battle report is delivered to my office first!I’m thinking about the first-hand battle report, isn’t it much better than you who can read the second-hand battle report?The whole group of pig heads was fighting. The more I looked at it, the more angry I became, so angry I drank one bottle after another!
As he spoke, he seemed to remember those battle reports again and immediately gritted his teeth.
Yodu sighed.
But what changes can you make after you go?
Lasi said without hesitation.
The Resistance Army is incompetent, I am not incompetent!My Yue tribe is even more capable!
Yodu couldn't help but say again.
What if I lose?
Lasi said lightly.
There is only death.
The room became quiet.
Yodu looked at him in a daze, thinking that the short-lived ghost just now was a joke, but he didn't want him to be the real one.
This guy really bet on his life...
His Adam's apple moved, and he picked up his teacup silently and greeted the general.
I didn’t expect that you were so enlightened, but I was disrespectful.
I feel like I'm sending me on the road, but I'm not dead yet.Lasi clinked a glass with him and said with a grin, "But even if I die, I will take them to die than they are so half-dead cowardly. In the end, I didn't drag the emperor down, but it made the hearts of the young people in the Bharat Province feel unhappy!"
The two were talking, and footsteps came from outside the office door, and a young man pushed the door and walked in.
Mr. Yodu, a telegram from Dawn City.
What is said in the telegram!Before Yodu could speak, Lasi stood up first and asked in a hurry.
The young man looked at Ye Du carefully, nodded when he saw the latter, and then continued.
Mr. Fang Chang said...is accurate.
Lasi showed an ecstatic expression on his face, laughed a few times, and attacked Yodu.
Goodbye!
After saying that, he walked out the door like wind, without stopping for a moment, leaving only Yodu and the young man.
After taking a look at the direction where Lasi left, the young man glanced at Yodu again, and asked hesitantly after a moment.
Is this really good?
He is a Ma tribe. Although he was not a noble before he served as a civil servant in the city hall, he was also a person who helped the nobles, so his family was quite wealthy.
For a person like Lasi, he can be said to be both appreciative and afraid, and he also has a hint of disgust.
I appreciate it because the old nobles and men were afraid of this guy, and of course they were afraid of this guy because he was indeed not a good thing, and he was moody and ruthless.
As for disgust, it is probably a bit jealous.
The city hall was transformed with locals, built railways, subways, and renovated by Gaocheng District. However, the majority of middle and lower-class civilians admired Lasi, who even killed his own people.
Compared to Yodu, Lasi's prestige in Kingaron Port is much higher.
If it weren't for his lack of interest in being the mayor, it would be difficult for the respected Mr. Yodu to compete with that guy...if he didn't use tricks.
Maybe Mr. Fang Chang has his own judgment.After Jedu was silent for a long time, he sighed softly.
After being the acting mayor for so long, he also felt that Mr. Fang Chang was not easy.
Most of the time, what he has to do is not to choose the best one from two reliable options, but to choose the least one from two unreliable options.
Should I put out the flame that finally ignites, or let the fire burn and see what it can burn...
He felt that if he stood in the position of Mr. Fang Chang, he might have made such a choice.
Actually, that guy is not that bad either.A guy who clearly wants to be an emperor and a warlord is better than a Charlas, the Northern Federation who calls for freedom but becomes the emperor but claims to be the president.
There are some changes to the former. At least the young people in the Bharat Province do not think that equality is a disaster. As for how Lasi thinks alone, it doesn't matter.
But the latter is difficult, right and wrong will be reversed, and only a vigorous war or a fire that burns to the extreme can start over.
As a reformist, he doesn't actually hate people like Lasi.If you want to arrange a sequence, this kind of person is always more pleasing than the royalists, even though he can't appreciate it.
Take one step at a time.Yodu shook his head, returned to his desk, and continued to review the new textbook plan sent by the Educators Association...
On the other side, Lasi, who left the town hall, stopped at the entrance of the town hall.
He suddenly turned around and looked at the Jingaron flag and Union flag floating in the square in front of the city hall, then took off the officer's hat on his head and placed it on the flagstand standing with the flagpole.
You can't kneel, I won't kneel today.
On the other day, the survivors of my Bharat Province bowed and clenched their fists to kneel down. Whoever dared to kneel down again, no matter if he or she kneels, I will saw his grandmother's legs first!
After saying that, he bowed three times in a row, straightened his back, turned around and left.
On the same day, the Port of Kingalun City Hall accepted the resignation submitted by Lasi, director of the Civil Defense Office.
Also resigned were 100 officers and soldiers of the militia regiment.
It is said that Lasi returned to the military camp to speak on the same day, and more than twice the number of people submitting his resignation.
As for these resignations, the authorities of the King Gallon Port also approved one by one under the instructions of the Governor's Secretary.
The young men returned the military caps, uniforms and epaulettes issued to them by the authorities, and also returned the guns on their shoulders.
From today on, they are no longer the awesome militia, but just ordinary residents of Golden Gallon Port.
However, when they walked out of the barracks, they received cheers from the survivors of the entire city of Golden Gallon Port.
People gathered on the streets, threw flowers at them, handed them fruits, and hugged them, like seeing off a group of heroes on their way.
While everyone was rumoring to the empire, the young men stood up.
Their birth was not glorious, their resume was not brave, and their ancestors did not have great military achievements, but everyone could see their courage and determination to look at death in their eyes.
The young men walking in the crowd also raised their heads and chests, looking at the crowd that gave them flowers, their eyes full of pride.
If you can have such a time in your life, you will die without regrets!
Many of them remember it.
Similar things happened once, on the day the Empire was defeated.
But those flowers were scattered to the league at that time, not those who also shed blood.
They were not jealous of the alliance robbing their glory. After all, they knew that it was impossible to win the empire by relying on themselves, and their performance was indeed not as exciting as those guys. A hundred people chased tens of thousands of people and jumped into the river with their heads in their arms.
However, even if the residents of Port Kim Garon take the admiration of the alliance for granted, they are inevitably a little envious.
Why don’t they also desire to be recognized by their compatriots?
And why don’t you look forward to those who have been united!
Especially when they learned about everything that happened in Dawn City, Dawn City, Rock City, etc. through the books and newspapers that crossed the ocean, the light of longing was even more enlarged to become a new belief.
Miracles are not born, nor should they be there for granted.
The awakening of the residents of Port Kimgalon began in Survivors’ Daily, and their awakening had already planted the seeds from the moment they fought side by side with those people.
Someone must take the first step!
Now it's their turn to walk the paths that those people have walked!
Just as the young men were stalking forward, Palu, who was transferred from the Port District Police Station to maintain order, was looking for someone to step on the leather shoes.
He bought it for half a month's salary, which cost him more than 900 gallons.
Finally found it in the corner of the crowd, he rushed up overjoyed, hugged it in his arms and breathed a sigh of relief.
Thank God of Horse for your blessing!
He murmured silently, and hurriedly put on his shoes and strided back into the crowd.
He turned his hands and touched the instructions left and right, scolded a few children who were joining in the fun. When it was dark that day, the crowd had dispersed. He used his strength to wipe his sweat and walked to the lounge of the nearby guard bureau to rest.
The guard bureau was full of young men, and they were also talking about the empire indignation, cursing Wu Tuo that he did not regard the Rat people as human beings, nor did he regard the ordinary people of the empire as human beings.
Of course it is good to join the Muscle Community!But can't we change the way?Mr. Manager did not force everyone to tie their heads to support the cause of all mankind. Isn’t it possible to change the method?
that is!It is obvious that you can buy some industrial equipment with the pension given by the gang community and then take some orders for the gang community, but this dog's witch camel wants to exchange for his life!
I don’t know where the money is spent!
Alas, I hope those guys can win...
There are many stalls in Kraba Market that have fundraising sites. The dyeing workshops and the owners of textile factories are calling for donations. I also donated some yesterday.
Is it reliable?
Why is it unreliable? The boss of the Assassin Group donated one million silver coins himself!Those who do big business are thinking about your money?
Hiss...it's enough money to buy a tank!
Screaming the Empire has become a fashion in Jingaron Port, and everyone is scolding, including Palu, who originally missed Nihak, hasn't liked that outdated thing recently, and occasionally he scolds it.
But when it comes to the young men who caused traffic jams and caused him big trouble, he couldn't be happy.
Can't they leave quietly without any sound at night?
Especially those unlucky things, they almost lost one of his new leather shoes.
But sitting here he didn't dare to sing in public, so he just hummed in a low voice.
Haha, let alone that kind of thing, it’s useless to give them power armor... Following Lasi, that drunkard, was afraid that his blood would be in vain.
It happened to be sitting on the edge of the crowd, Bashak heard the complaint, looked at his colleagues in surprise, and said incrediblely, how could you say that to them?
He is indifferent to things outside of work, but he at least doesn't hate those guys who dare to be the first.
It would be beneficial if they really succeeded, at least fewer unjust souls drowned in Yongliu River.
Seeing someone talking to her, Palu said with a contemptuous smile.
Do I need to say this?How could that Lasi succeed? A guy from a slave, nothing will be done without the alliance. He thought those people were afraid of him?
It seemed that he felt that it was unconvincing to just say this, so he hurriedly added another sentence, afraid that he would miss it.
And most importantly, he has no thoughts.
Bashak was amused and crying.
Then, what is that… are we talking about the same thing?
He thought this old senior would say that those young men did not bring guns when they went out.
Seeing that the boy was indeed young, Palu shouted and raised the corners of his mouth as if he were aware of it.
Gods are just fictional shackles, and thoughts are the sharp swords that cut off the shackles!It’s better to rely on yourself than to rely on the heaven and earth. Getting rich depends on your hands and brain. Respecting others means respecting yourself... You guy is afraid you haven’t read the Survivor Daily. You don’t even know something as important as a thought, so how can you be a guard!The young man's style is a problem!
Bashak looked at him blankly, and he really couldn't remember that there was so much written in the newspaper. He only remembered that the clan from the alliance told him that the Rat tribe could also be a guard and that he could learn slowly without lying.
Faced with the scolding of the old senior, he felt a hot face, and for a moment he reflected on whether he really talked about equality in his daily work and dealing with people.
Then... do you have that thing?
Bashak originally asked this question with guilt, and he wanted to ask for advice.
But after Palu heard it, the old senior who was still proud of the previous second jumped up as if he had been stepped on his tail.
A guy with a stingy look, how dare you say I don’t have it!Of course I have it!When the league first came ashore, I knew that those guys who unite everyone would definitely win!
Moreover, if I hadn't turned a blind eye to them and let them get ashore, they wouldn't have won that easily.Otherwise, why do you think about why I am a guard in the Harbour District, and you are only worthy of doing odd jobs on Knight Road?The guy with long hair is short-sense, why are you so knowledgeable too!
Bashak stared at the excited old senior in a daze, took a step back, with some pity in his eyes, but also a little scared.
What he was afraid of was not that the old guy's mouth was really open and ruined the lives of the young guys. After all, the gods did not exist, but that he suddenly thought of the whole end of the river.
They were very similar to the preface made by Mr. Rat to write a biography for General Rowell, and this time the L people read again what the alliance brought, just as it was great to read that the Willant people gave a thousand dinars...
Killing the emperor is not difficult.
But these people are immortal...
……
The dusk gradually fell, the night gradually became deeper, the Yongliu River was quiet and peaceful, and the reed marsh was green and green.
This is the northwest of Port Jingaron, an undeveloped wasteland.
This place was originally named Lucaopo, but now it is called Dead Man Po by the locals, because the drowned ghosts are buried under the reed marsh.
The residents who left the settlement came all the way here and stopped sending them forward.
Lasi and his followers will board the ferry by the river, covering the Assassin gangs and crossing the territory controlled by the Tiger Army.
Someone gets on board and some gets off.
Looking at the worms who thanked the boatman for his reinvention, and the corpses hidden in the reed marsh, Lasi, who stood on the bow of the barge, had a trace of contempt in his eyes.
He said with his back to his subordinates and said in a voice that was neither light nor heavy.
...Did you see the fleeing people on the Yongliu River?
They were like dogs falling in the water, begging to climb to the shore, as if they could live like a person by climbing ashore... It was such a coward, and they would not do a good job, so they had to be dogs.
Everyone remained silent.
Although they support Lasi and do not even object to him coming to the throne, it does not mean that they agree with everything about him.
Except for the officers who first submitted their resignation with him, many of them followed him with passion.
There are many people who sympathize with these smugglers and stand up for reasons to help them at the root.
Seeing that no one responded, Lasi snorted coldly, but the tone of the conversation changed.
But it is shameful to ask me to say that being a dog is, but who turned them into dogs!
Is it their parents?
Is it the person here?
Are you?
Or alliance?Legion?Ideal City?
None!It was the wutuo, his prime minister, his ministers, and thousands of slave-keeping manors and farmers sitting in the manors!It is these things that eat people without spitting bones that turn people into dogs and twist the relationship between people into dogs and dogs!
Today you follow me against the current, not only to save the Yue tribe, but also to save the thousands of slaves!If I become crowned and emperor in the future, no matter if you believe me or not, I will never let a person from Xilan be a pig or dog again!
……
It took a week for Lassi to resign, and the news that the young men made was also boiling in Port Kim Garon for a week.
The entire settlement praised Lasi and the young men, even the old nobles who were most afraid of the plague god in the past.
Port area.
The breakfast shop not far from the gate of Triumph Grand Hotel has the same decoration as that of Dawn City.Occasionally, people wearing blue jackets come here for dinner, so this breakfast shop is also very popular among locals.
Two well-dressed men sat at the table, ordered three cages of soup buns while eating with ginger and vinegar, while pointing at the newly released Survivor Daily.
"Red Clay" has just finished writing the story of L, and finally got to the point, but it did not talk about General Rowell or the red clay. Instead, it took the diary written by a madman as an introduction to the detailed description of the preface.
The article was covered in cold sweat.
The soil chewed in the mouth is like delicious meat, and the bloody mud cake is like a person's heart and soul.
The protagonist is a madman, and the madman's diary is naturally nonsense, but the Mr. Rat wrote it as if it was real, which makes people wonder whether his mental state is normal. However, after thinking about it carefully, he doubted himself, and even the soup dumpling in his mouth was not fragrant.
After trembling, the two quickly changed the topic and hurriedly talked about the federation that was bustling across the city recently.
It was the names of the young people from the Port of Golden Gallon to Lasi and the young men who followed him out of the city to fight to overthrow the empire, and they were also the expectations they had for those people.
At first it was just a name, but later some radical young men registered the organization and registered a regulatory account at Jin Jialun's bank in accordance with regulations, actively raising funds for those people. Now it feels like a group faction.
Although Lasi, who is still on the road, may not recognize this identity as a posthumous penalized, he thinks he will not refuse the equipment and money that will be delivered to him.
That Lasi was afraid that he was uneasy and I could tell at a glance that he wanted to be the emperor.
Haha, only you can see it?
Don't you think this is nonsense?
I read through the old books sent by the Alliance, and the history of the Alliance actually has the constitutional monarchy.
The Cow people sitting opposite him widened their eyes.
That embarrassing thing?The people's leagues are buried in the historical garbage dump!You also flip through the garbage dump!
The Ma people who were eating soup dumplings gave him a helpless expression.
But no matter how bad it is, can it be worse than a witch camel?
The people of the Niu tribe stopped talking.
That's right...
Who can be more embarrassing than Xilan?
Even he has half of the royal bloodline and also has titles given by the empire.
He doesn't even talk about those things, for fear of being rolled by others.
In the corner of the breakfast shop, a quite mature boy sat there quietly looking at the newspaper.
Several ordinary-looking guys but powerful Kong Wu sat around him and ate noodles. Everyone tried to approach him and tried to persuade him to retreat with their eyes.
Except for the guy who came to add tea.
Zeid said in a very light voice as he looked at the newspaper in the customer's hand.
The news on this page of your news is about the wutiao Port, where you plan to renovate the port, which requires more steel and cement, as well as workers.
Ashin raised his eyebrows gently and smiled at the funny waiter.
Can you tell I am illiterate?
Zaid nodded slightly and said in a gentle tone.
You are very enthusiastic about knowledge, but beef noodles are better eaten while they are hot, and the soup will become lumps when soaked in the noodles.
Ah Xin smiled faintly.
You guys are interesting. Why don’t you teach if you have the culture of reading books and newspapers? Come here to serve tea and water.
This person looks familiar, as if he had seen him in the Triumph Hotel, but he was probably quit for some reason.
He could figure out the reason, probably when the guests were having a meal, they were talking too much.
This is not a good habit.
I met myself, a grassroots who had developed from the bottom, and didn't have the same knowledge as him.In addition, this is the territory of the league, so he has to play the role of a good man.
If it were a guy who had no stomach, he would definitely argue with him.
Of course, it is not ruled out that this brother is sure that he will not be as knowledgeable as him before coming up.
Hearing the frivolity in the voice, Zaid smiled faintly indifferently.
Teaching cannot change the empire.I teach one person and ten people, but I can’t change anything.
As if he heard something funny, Ashin laughed out loud and put down the newspaper in his hand.
You are such an interesting guy. I would like to praise you with a cultured saying that you have a lot of knowledge. You just put on the nose. Then tell me, be a waiter... how to change the empire?
Not only did Ashin laugh out loud, but the gang members sitting beside him also smiled.
Except for the silly Kunal.
He didn't find it funny, but simply curled his lips disdainfully.
Nowadays, people have been talking about rebellion, and even the breakfast shop’s guys have daydreams in the sky.
The owner of the noodle restaurant winked at this side frantically, and even cried anxiously, trying to send Zaid away from the plague god.
This brother Tai is the boss of Asathin Gang!
Who doesn’t know what business he is doing in this port?
If he was unhappy, he would be afraid that someone would fish him out of the Yongliu River.
Yet Zaid seemed to have not seen it.
He didn't care about the job he was doing, just like he never cared about the job at Triumph Hotel.
He came here to work just to wait for the favor of a noble man, and now he has been waiting.
As for whether it can be achieved, it depends on God's will. It is not the first time he has failed.
With a faint smile, Zaid continued.
Being a waiter can't change the empire, but you can save me a lot of travel expenses.
When he heard that Tao Ren'er, who saved money to buy a boat ticket, Ah Xin looked down on him even more, but he didn't write it on his face, just picked up chopsticks to eat noodles.
...French Fries Port, hehe, it's a good place, but only the guys who work hard are welcome there.I advise you to change the problem of being a high-minded person and being low-key, and do things slowly. You don’t look like people from Jin Jialun Port at all. I’m afraid that even the noodle shop’s shop can’t do well.
He was a little annoyed.
However, what he didn't expect was that the mate said.
What are the French Fries Port? I want to go to Dawn City.
What are you going there to do?Ah Xin stopped chopsticks and glanced at him more, but he didn't expect this guy to make a shocking statement.
Lasi can't do it, nor can Yodu. No one in the entire Jinjialun Port can save the Bharat Province. There is no chance that what happened in the Rock City will be repeated here... They all lack one thing, and that thing is in Dawn City.
Staring at Ashin in shock, Zaid held his hands on the table.
I don't want to watch the young man in the Bharat Province bleed in vain, I have to go there to bring it back!
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