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Chapter 703 The vacuum of order

Rowell Camp.

The heavy rain just finished washed the blood that remained in the mud into the puddles on the side of the street, and the fragrance of the mud carried a trace of blood that couldn't go away.

But the people here seem to have become accustomed to death, so that the blood that stained the red streets seems to have been shed in vain.

In front of the gate opened by the 100mm bombardment earlier, there was a dark circle of poor people watching the excitement.

Among them were people living in the nearby streets, as well as slaves who had just been rescued, and the militiamen of the Avengers [-]st Corps standing guard at the gate of the camp.

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

Their arms were all tied with white gauze for identification, and their hands were tied behind their backs with plastic strips. However, the expressions on their faces were different, some were angry, some were indifferent, and some It says unconvinced, or apprehension and hesitation that something bad is going to happen.

And not far from them, there were two dead bodies, a man and a woman.

The man looked in his early thirties, and the woman was about 25 or six, so they should be a couple.The abdomen of the former was cut open with a bayonet, and a blood hole was printed on the forehead of the latter. Both of them had obvious bruises and scars on their bodies. They seemed to have suffered a lot before they died.

Beside the two corpses, two girls with disheveled hair were wrapped in a blanket that barely covered their bodies, sitting curled up in the mud shivering, their expressionless faces covered with fear and dull tears, and Muddy stains.

The two of them seemed to have forgotten how to cry, they just made noises one after another, like fish stranded on the shore.

Looking at the disarmed militia patrol, the corpse lying on the ground and the two girls wrapped in blankets next to the corpse, the murderous dagger who just came out of the camp could guess what happened with his toes, but still Looking at the four players standing next to the two girls, he confirmed.

"what happened."

Shanhe Lumeng took a step forward, put away the eyepiece of his helmet, glanced at the group of disarmed guys, and truthfully reported the situation at that time.

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

Fully documented in action video.

He didn't want to describe the situation at that time too much, he could only say that these guys did all the things that animals couldn't do.

From the expression on the player's face, he had roughly guessed what happened, and the murderer's dagger looked at the militiamen with white strips tied to their arms.

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

The leader immediately panicked and yelled, trying to defend himself.

"That man! He's a jailer at Camp Lowell! We found an Imperial rifle and prison guard's clothes in his home!"

"Can you prove that he didn't pick up his gun and clothes? And who allowed you to enter their house!" The murderous dagger stared at him, "Even if he is a jailer, even if he did something unforgivable, What's the deal with his family?"

Those people obviously had an unconvinced expression on their faces, and even looked at him with a hint of incomprehension in their eyes.

The leader did not speak, and the person standing next to him took a step forward.

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

As he said that, the man turned his head to look at the four iron men who had disarmed them, with a resentful expression on his face.

The murderous dagger looked at Shanhe Lumeng.

The latter's expression stagnated, and he explained awkwardly.

"We did go in, but we really just went in to take shelter from the rain ... and I gave the money back so the family can testify to us. No, if you don't believe me, I can turn on the action recorder, I did it the whole time. on."

Zero Chong's expression changed.

What the fuck?

If this is put here, wouldn't he be washed away even if he jumped into the Yellow River? !

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

Seeing that things seemed to be getting interesting, the crowds gathered around to watch the excitement gradually increased, pointing and discussing in this direction.

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

They are only curious about how this farce will end.

And the one lying on the ground seemed to be recognized by someone, and several survivors who lived nearby whispered excitedly.

"Abu Sik seems to be the jailer of the Lowell camp. I heard someone say it before, and it seems that he said it himself."

"How did I hear he was a shoe shiner?"

"Come on, that guy is a porter, and he is also a bragging drunk. Maybe tomorrow he will become His Majesty's Guards."

"He still has money to buy wine?!"

"Where did he get the money! Every day he squats on the pier to pick up what the sailors left after drinking. Last time I saw someone pee a bottle for him. He picked it up and tasted it, but he drank it all. He told us later that the wine of the Willanters tasted very sweet."

"Ha ha!"

"It's a pity that his two daughters were unlucky with the father, tsk tsk."

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

"After suffering such a big grievance, I definitely need comfort, hehe."

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

The crowd gave way one after another.

The car door was pushed open, and Fang Chang jumped out of the car, ignoring the crowd of onlookers, and walked straight to the murderous dagger.

"I already understand the situation, what about that Lacy?"

As soon as his words fell, the man with the crew cut came over from the direction of the camp gate, nodded respectfully and said.

"Sir, are you looking for me?"

White gauze was wrapped around his arm, and a "Blade" assault rifle was carried on his back. There was a scar on his cheek that had not yet healed, which seemed to be left from yesterday's battle.

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

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

Laxi's expression was astonished. He glanced at the corpse on the ground, then at the guys with their hands tied behind their backs, and finally at Fang Chang.

"I heard they killed Imperial soldiers."

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

Lassi was slightly taken aback.

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

"What did you do?"

Those eyes were like the eyes of a wild beast, without a trace of emotion, and it was impossible to figure out whether he was angry at the atrocities committed by his subordinates, or sympathized with what happened to those two poor girls.

Stared at by the pair of pupils that seemed to be able to suck away the soul, the commander's breath became short of breath, and he finally looked away.

"……I was wrong."

Lassi nodded, seeming to accept the statement, turned around and walked away a few steps, but suddenly turned around and opened the safety of the rifle.

The sudden change startled the onlookers.Including the ten militiamen who were pointed at by guns, they were all dumbfounded, and even forgot to beg for mercy for themselves for a while.

Lassi didn't intend to listen to their begging for mercy at all, and didn't even give them time to confess his last words, so he pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Hearing a sudden burst of gunshots, the ten militiamen with their hands tied were instantly like punctured balloons, shaking like an electric shock, and fell into a pool of blood.

"what!!"

Seeing the bloody scene, the onlookers screamed and backed away, and the two girls who were sitting on the ground looked over there as if they had lost their souls.

After emptying the magazine of the rifle, Lacy dropped it on the ground, pulled out the pistol pinned to his waist and stepped forward, and emptied the remaining magazines at the guy who was still alive.

The scene was deadly silent.

Whether it was the militiamen standing at the gate of the camp or the players standing aside, they were speechless looking at this mad dog-like guy.

Fang Chang narrowed his eyes slightly, he didn't know what he was thinking, he neither stopped his behavior nor praised him for being right.

The murderer's dagger stared at Laxi with wide eyes, held his breath for a moment, then suddenly stepped forward and yelled at him.

"What the hell are you doing!"

"Calm down, bro, they broke and now they're dead."

Forced to take a few steps back by the aggressive gaze, Laxi continued to speak without any fear on his face.

"If you're still not satisfied, I can pull out a centurion guy with them and shoot him."

The murderous dagger widened his eyes.

"Are you crazy?!"

Lacy looked at the yelling guy in puzzlement, and after a long silence, a sentence popped out of his mouth.

"Is that not enough?"

The murderous dagger stared at this guy blankly, unable to speak for a while.

In a sense, this guy solved the problem cleanly, but it didn't seem to solve anything.

But also as he said.

People were killed, and their lives were lost.

Isn't that enough?

The few people who died were originally slaves, and they had been free men for at most one day. They had nothing else to compensate for except their lives.

"enough."

Fang Chang suddenly opened his mouth and broke the stiff atmosphere at the scene.

Walking in front of Lassi, he patted the mad dog's shoulder, then patted the tense face, and smiled in a soothing manner.

"It's a good kill, it should be killed, but it's too sloppy. You have to make a rule, tell your subordinates what they can't do, and what kind of punishment they will get if they do it, instead of dragging them all over the square, otherwise Hard to convince."

Lacy nodded respectfully.

"Yes!"

That respectful and obedient look made it impossible to find fault, Fang Chang glanced at the corpse on the ground, and said slowly.

"Take some men and bury them."

Lacy nodded at the command, turned back and picked up the rifle and put it on his back, shouted at the top of his voice for several of his men to come over and carry the corpses to bury them.

The problem of unconvincing doesn't seem to exist at all.

Those soldiers didn't feel dissatisfied with the leader because he killed his own people, but looked at him with more awe and obedience.

All this did not surprise Fang Chang.

Those who have just been released from the cage are not fully human beings themselves, and the beasts who believe in the law of the jungle are of course more inclined to follow the fiercer one.

Seeing Fang Chang leave from Laxi's side, Killer Dagger hesitated for a moment, and finally couldn't help but say.

"I think at least those people should be given a legal trial. This is actually a good opportunity to use them as propaganda—"

"Come on, everyone is dead. Is it meaningful to interrogate those corpses? The one that should be interrogated is still hanging on the sentry tower."

After interrupting the killing dagger, Fang Chang squinted his eyes and glanced at the warden who was hanging on the sentry tower for the crows to peck at, and continued patiently.

"The things you said are too advanced for them. They are still in a relatively primitive jungle society, and they don't need the things you said for the time being. Don't forget, after making the survivors in Qingquan City clean When did we waste time judging the looters before wearing our clothes? That was all after eating and warming."

"At this stage, I only have one requirement for them. Just be obedient and listen to what we say. This is the only requirement. Even if their discipline is extremely bad, it is definitely better than that who can send 5% of the population to concentration camps." The Emperor is much better."

"As for the others, don't worry too much."

On the one hand, the atrocities of those militiamen were the retaliatory rebound of the oppressed after their backs suddenly straightened, but more of it was the inevitable result of the vacuum of order.

The aftermath of this riot is far more than the few typical people who were arrested.

The rebel army's attitude of scruples about the alliance will be restrained, and the thugs who picked up weapons from the defeated soldiers will only become more cruel and unscrupulous.

At this moment, in that dark alley, there are still many tragedies happening.

To fundamentally solve this problem, a new local order must be established to replace the old order when Nihak was governor.

He's actually doing it right now.

Director Bihari is leading his henchmen to take over the police affairs of the city, and the training of the militia is also proceeding in an orderly manner.

They don't do very well, but they're good enough.

When the new order is established, they only need to let the local survivors have enough to eat, have clothes to wear, and houses to live in... Those who can live are a little bit more dignified than the Nihak period, and this new order will naturally be established in the local area. In the minds of the people, it is sufficient to maintain the legitimacy of the rule.

It's actually not that hard.

Some wronged emperor left them a large sum of money just to do this.

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

After deducting the compensation, "borrowing" in the name of Baiyue and investing in the locals will not only earn a good reputation for the league and Chip Port, but also make a fortune from it.

"Then what about them? How should we deal with it?" The murderer's dagger glanced at the two girls who were slumped on the ground, and then at Fang Chang.

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

At least he thought it needed to be fixed.

Pairs of eyes all around are watching.

Fang Chang was silent for a long time and sighed.

"Give them two tickets..."

Perhaps the survivors of Chip Harbor can help them start a new life, just like the survivors of the refugee home.

Apart from giving them a financial compensation and sending them away from this land of right and wrong, he can't think of a better way for the time being...

……

As the corpse at the gate of the Rowell camp and the two poor victims were taken away, the survivors who gathered around the camp gate to watch the fun dispersed one after another in dismay.

Although the attitude of those "white gauze people" towards the "iron men" was completely unreliable, which made everyone feel a little boring, but in the end they were happy to see the popularity.

That guy named Lacy is a ruthless man, he kills his own people without batting an eye, just like killing chickens.

Those guys who were shot were really miserable. It wasn't a big deal at first, and at most they would pay two pigs, but unfortunately they hit the muzzle of the gun.

and also--

It turns out that if you get shot on your body, you won't die immediately, but you will thrash about in the blood like a fish for a while before dying.

Everyone was very happy, and the excitement they had watched for so long was not in vain.

As for the two girls in blankets, the fate is equally concerning.

Some people said that they were taken by those iron men, otherwise those iron men would have no reason to take them away, and just let them go home by themselves.

Some people also said that they would be dealt with secretly. After all, the white gauzes sold the iron men so much face, and the iron men had to do something in return.

Everyone is racking their brains and using their own methods, trying to explain those strange things that cannot be understood.

At least they tried.

Watching the commotion outside the window subside, Han Mingyue pushed open the car door and walked down. She only glanced at the blood on the ground, then continued to walk towards the gate of the camp indifferently.

Fang Chang, who was waiting there, looked at her twice in surprise.

"Aren't you afraid?"

In his impression, except for the "blackened" disciples of the Enlightenment Society, most of the blue coats in the wasteland have extraordinary moral cleanliness.

He was even prepared to be complained by NPCs, but what he expected didn't happen at all.

Instead, he became the one who made all the fuss.

"Do you think the Great Desert is a good place for peace?" Han Mingyue joked nonchalantly, "Besides, I just study here, so I don't know what the survivors are like here."

It seems so.

Fang Chang understood in an instant.

This guy looks at the people here, I'm afraid it's no different from Heya's looking at Xiaoyu.

Walking into the Lowell camp, Ms. Han looked around, her eyes sparkling with interest.

"It really is here..." she muttered.

"here?"

Fang Chang glanced around.

Except for the layers of pigeon cages and the rows of open iron gates, there is nothing special about it to him.

However, Ms. Han's view is obviously different.

After taking a picture of the surrounding layout, she continued with a rather emotional expression.

"...According to the information I collected in the great desert, it used to be a scientific research station. During the Three Years' War, there was a battalion-level combat unit belonging to the People's Federation Army that escorted a large number of refugees from the southern industrial area to the Here, and in the early days of the wasteland era, order was maintained for a long time."

Fang Chang suddenly became curious about the strange place.

"Is Rowell the name of the battalion commander? Or the name of the scientific research station?"

Han Mingyue said.

"It belonged to the battalion commander. His name was 'General Rowell'. I found some dissatisfaction and accusations against him from the survivors at that time in the buffered data of a signal repeater, and even asked the People's Federation authorities to It was replaced. Until the end of the three-year war, similar complaints continued, but it seemed useless."

"According to the signature of the time information in 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 he may justify himself. Unfortunately, the Post-War Reconstruction Committee did not accept it. After hearing this news, I was also unable to manage the survivors in the distant Borneo province."

"In that message, General Rowell mentioned that, in addition to the necessary coercive measures for survival, he took some special measures to feed the local survivors, including forcing researchers to study how to make the The soil was made edible, including forcing some survivors to test it as guinea pigs."

"However, surprisingly, the researchers under him actually used the equipment of the scientific research station to synthesize a single-celled organism that can degrade biomass debris. After the treatment of this microorganism, the soil will appear reddish brown, and only need to Simply strain and serve."

"It's a pity that the project was only halfway through, and a riot broke out in the Rowell camp. The survivors of the rebellion buried General Rowell, his researchers, and the research results in the north of the Rowell camp. , On the wilderness near the Yongliu River... There should be a piece of frozen soil at that time, and they spent a lot of effort to dig a big enough hole. If my guess is correct, there should be a piece of red in the north of King Gallon Port. land."

Fang Chang asked puzzledly.

"Why are those survivors against him?"

Looking at the mud cakes spread out on the slate to dry in the open space not far away, Han Mingyue said casually.

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

Without waiting for Fang Chang to guess, she continued.

"People need to constantly fill the red soil with organic debris such as corpses and feces. Only in this way can the red soil continue to 'grow', 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 saves trouble. In fact, General Rowell did not solve the problem fundamentally. He probably read some old books and then With a simple wish, he did what he thought was a good thing, and was finally praised by the first generation of survivors who have not gone crazy."

Good guy.

Soil for burying corpses? !

Fang Chang's Adam's apple twitched, just listening to his stomach churning.

However, the researcher acted as if nothing had happened, and even had a meaningful smile on the corner of his mouth.

"...But the irony is that although General Lowell seems to be a fool with great ambition and a little self-willedness now, the descendants of those survivors are obviously stupider than him, and they have thrown away the reserve of civilized people. His The whimsical approach matches a group of stupider guys, but makes them live happily."

"Then is there any better way in your opinion?" Fang Chang was a little curious about what good ideas sociologists could have.

Han Mingyue said with a slight smile.

"I think your method is very good. Your manager is a very good person. Do the right thing at the right time, don't think about taking one step to the end... As for the specific idea, my research is biased towards theory. I can only give you suggestions for reference, not a direct solution.”

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 kindly.

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

Han Mingyue simply nodded.

"Okay, listen to you."

……

On the second day after the Dolphin sent the second wave of supplies and the researchers of the scientific expedition team to Potato Fries, Duke Galava, who was far away in the No. [-] Hospital of Dawn City, finally woke up leisurely from the hospital bed.

Before he could fully open his eyes, the exclamation full of eager anticipation rushed to the side of the bed with a "thump".

"My lord! Are you awake?"

Memories before fainting flooded in like a tide. Duke Galava looked at the servant Niyang kneeling by the window, stretched out his trembling hand, and grabbed his arm.

"gold……"

He was like a drowning parrot trying to get the words out of his throat.

Ni Yang understood the expression on his face in seconds, and said quickly.

"Your Majesty, don't worry! I have sent someone to send a letter to His Majesty regarding the matter of Jin Gallon Port! Not surprisingly, he has already arrived at Yinyue Bay. Using the radio station there, we can contact the scouts on the east coast of Borneo Province. His Majesty will know the situation here tomorrow!"

Duke Galava heaved a sigh of relief.

The city defense army in Port Gold Gallon is really useless, but the empire's army is more than just a city defense army, and those wine bags and food bags are not even cannon fodder.

As long as His Majesty knows about this, dispatch the gray wolf army stationed on the banks of the Yongliu River, and drive the Alliance people into the sea in minutes.

He admitted that he made a mistake this time and was caught off guard by the alliance, both on the map and morally.

but it does not matter.

As long as they can take back the Golden Gallon Port, they will have the initiative to negotiate a ceasefire, and everything will be easy to talk about then.

With a relieved smile on his face, Duke Galava nodded slowly and let go of Niyang's arm.

"Good job...at the critical moment, you are still reliable."

It's a pity that the status is lower.

Otherwise, he would never have thought of reusing this bright-minded guy, such as giving him an errand with real power or something.

Ni Yang smiled shyly and said with a flattering look.

"It's all well educated by the Duke."

Galavan nodded slowly, then looked at the white ceiling, remained silent for a long time, and opened his mouth slowly after a while.

"here is?"

Nyan said hurriedly.

"The First Hospital of Dawn City, this is the best hospital nearby."

Seeing that Niyang stopped talking, Babru, who was standing aside, finally waited for a chance to interject, and added in a low voice.

"The doctor here said that there is something wrong with your heart. If you want to cure it, it is recommended that you replace the bionic heart. For this reason, they have provided two sets of quality solutions, one is the giant stone military industry, and the other is the ideal city—"

In fact, there is a third set, the implantation of biological prostheses.

However, that plan was too avant-garde. It seemed that only residents of Vault 404 or those infected with mutant slime mold could be vaccinated, so the doctor just mentioned it.

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

"shut up!"

Staring at this guy with rounded eyes, Ni Yang said aggressively, "You want people from the alliance to break the guts of the Duke?! What are your intentions!"

Babru opened his mouth wide and looked at Niyang in a daze.

He didn't have any intentions, but he did his duty as a servant and honestly relayed the doctor's words.

However, because of his stupid mouth, he panicked even more when he was in a hurry, he hesitated for a long time but couldn't say a word, his head was sweating, and he looked suspicious on the contrary.

The bedridden Duke Galava unconsciously twitched the corner of his mouth.

He was a little moved when he heard that he could cure his old heart disease, but he wasn't short of the money anyway.But when he heard that he was going to break his intestines, he was afraid again.

That's a knife on the body, it's not a joke.

Who knows if the alliance doctor will take the opportunity to do something to him.

In case Chu Guang hinted with his eyes, the doctor here would stab his aorta knowingly, and there would be no reasoning at that time!
Understanding the concern on Duke Galava's face, Niyang approached him intimately and whispered in his ear.

"...My lord, I'm worried that the alliance will take this opportunity to tamper with your heart. As long as you pay attention to recuperation and take your medicine on time, your illness will be fine, but if you let the people of the alliance control your heart, when will it not listen? It’s not easy to use orders.”

"Oh, I expected it a long time ago... These insidious and cunning guys, how could I fall into this lame trick."

Thinking inwardly that it was dangerous, Duke Galava glared fiercely at Babru who was standing beside him, then looked at Niyang, and continued speaking calmly.

"Did anything happen during my absence?"

"There is no adult yet, Foreign Minister Cheng came to visit you once, but you were not awake at that time, he stayed for a while and then left."

When talking about this, Ni Yang suddenly remembered something.

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

After speaking, he grabbed the neatly folded "Goblin Observer" on the bedside table, and handed it to Duke Galava graciously.

This is exactly the edition from a few days ago.

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

"Xilan Empire Gray Wolf Army Commander Di Rang: I'm crying, I just touched you, and you chased me for two thousand kilometers?" ! "

[...The Burning Corps landed at the Golden Gallon Port. In just one morning, the city defense army was beaten and fled, and both the port area and the Governor's Mansion fell. 】

These bastards...

Simply deceiving!
Jialawa felt his eyes go dark, his head was spinning, his shoulders lost his strength and he fell backwards, and the back of his head sank into the pillow again not long after he left the pillow.

When Baburu waited for a group of werewolf guards to see it, he hurried forward and snatched the newspaper out of his grasping hand.

"My lord! My lord!"

"Quick, quick artificial respiration!"

"Are you a pig! We're in the hospital! Call the doctor!" Niyang pushed Babru, who was going up for artificial respiration, and shouted at him.

The latter ran out of the door in a panic, ignoring who made the Duke faint from anger, and shouted loudly into the corridor.

"doctor!!!"

At the same time when the doctor was rushing towards the ward, there was also a roar in the majestic palace in Tiandu on the west coast of Borneo Province.

"Bastard!"

Throwing the telegram in his hand down the steps of the palace, Wu Tuo's face was burning with murderous anger, and his two beards trembled under his breath.

The boundless might of the sky was on the shoulders of the officials, and they were prostrate and trembling, not daring to make a sound.

The contents of the telegram were the original "Goblin Observer", which recorded in detail what happened in Jin Gallon Port a few days ago.

However, what made Wu Tuo angry was that the alliance troops had landed in Jin Gallon Port a few days ago, and he, the emperor, only now knew about it!
If his mission hadn't been in Dawn City and rushed to deliver this newspaper, he, the emperor, would still be kept in the dark!

Wu Tuo's heart was stirred like a knife, and the roots of his teeth were almost bleeding from biting.

Governor Nihak is his confidant, and he earns hundreds of millions of dinars in foreign exchange every year, but now he has become a prisoner of the alliance.

not only that.

The hundreds of millions of dinars he deposited in the Bank of Port of Gold Gallon have all fallen into the hands of those robbers now!
very good!

Wu Tuo gritted his teeth.

He originally only intended to teach those people a lesson, but he didn't expect that these guys were so bold and reckless that they dared to put their ideas into his pocket.

Clenching his trembling fists, Wu Tuo uttered an unstoppable roar at the courtiers who were prostrate at the bottom of the steps.

"Pass my order down!"

"From now on, the whole gray wolf army will go to Jin Gallon Port!"

"Tell General Aryan, I don't care what method he uses! No matter how much he pays! I will let the double-knife flag be planted on the roof of the Governor's Mansion again!"

(End of this chapter)