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Chapter 769 If you want the grass to grow well, you have to set it on fire first

Office of the Governor of King Gallen Harbour.

One of them was sitting on a chair with a big horse, and the other 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 cold.

Lassi watched Yodu, who was pinching his chin in thought, not responding for a long time, and couldn't help cursing.

"... Can you fucking stop going around, you don't feel dizzy, I feel dizzy just looking at it."

Jodu glanced at this guy, then out of the window, sighed heavily and shook his head.

Seeing that this guy wanted to say something but didn't, Lacy's brow twitched violently.

"Say something."

Jodu finally spoke.

"Does the general know why Mr. Fang Chang transferred you from the front line to the rear?"

Lassi picked up the teacup and blew on it, and replied in a neutral tone.

"know."

Jodu's eyebrows twitched fiercely, and he continued to ask while holding back his temper.

"Then why are you so impatient?"

"Impatience? Heh, the empire killed my compatriots and slaughtered my relatives. You ask me why I am so impatient?" Laxi raised his eyebrows, but his eyes narrowed into a slit, and two eyes shot at him. In one day, countless families will be ruined!"

"I will never forget what happened in the Rowell camp, and that f---ing thing is just a grain of dust on this 400 million square kilometers of land! A piece of grass! I tell you, I wish I could chop up the old emperor right now The whole family! Demolish the thousand pillars of the city of a thousand pillars!"

Jodu wanted to say something more, but Lacy interrupted him.

"You are a member of the Snake tribe. It is possible that your compatriots died on Shifeng Mountain and Weifu Wasteland. You have read the Survivor Daily, that kind of death is not even called cannon fodder, but that idiot Wu Tuo not only does not reflect. , still overjoyed, and planning to continue sending people to die in that ghostly place, before you persuade me, you might as well think about your compatriots—"

"enough!"

Jodu suddenly growled, interrupting Lacy's chatter.

His chest was heaving, and there was a rare trace of loss of control on that face that was written with sophistication, smoothness, and forbearance.

A pair of eyes stared at Laxi, he wanted to go up and grab the guy by the collar, but held back.

"I'm so worried about you! You short-lived ghost, you don't know what's going on in the north, those idiots are your compatriots, but they are not as good as the feudal lord's army, you go What's the difference between going there and dying?"

There was a hint of surprise on Lacy's face, but he didn't feel offended, but he didn't expect this guy who usually doesn't show his face to have such a straightforward side, so he laughed loudly.

"Joke! A turtle with a shrunken head lives a long time, why should I be a tortoise! ​​You laugh at me for being short-lived, and I still laugh at you for living a long life. Hey, I will be a short-lived ghost today!"

Jodu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, seeing that he was about to leave after finishing his tea, he went up and poured half a cup for him, and stopped him.

"My general, my ancestor, you also consider the actual situation—"

Lacy curled his lips: "I don't know better than you what's going on in the north? Don't forget that the battle reports are sent to Lao Tzu's office first! I take the first-hand battle reports and think about them, not as much as you do when you read second-hand battle reports? A group of pigs fight Duzhan, the more I look at it, the more angry I get, I'm so angry that I drink one bottle after another!"

As he spoke, he seemed to think of those battle reports again, and immediately gritted his teeth.

Jodu sighed.

"But General, what will change if you go?"

Lassi said without hesitation.

"The resistance army is incompetent, I am not incompetent! We, the Moon Clan, are even more not incompetent!"

Jodu couldn't help but said again.

"What if you lose?"

Lacey said lightly.

"There is death."

The room fell silent.

Yuedu stared at him blankly, thinking that the short-lived ghost just now was a joke, but didn't think he meant it for real.

This guy really put his life on the line...

His Adam's apple moved, he silently picked up his teacup, and saluted the general.

"I didn't expect you to be so enlightened. I'm disrespectful."

"Bie Te's mother is like sending me on my way. I'm not dead yet." Lassi clinked glasses with him and said with a grin, "But even if I die, it's better than them if I take them to die. Such a half-dead wimp did not bring down the emperor in the end, but chilled the hearts of all the young people in Borneo Province, it is really unpleasant!"

While the two were talking, footsteps came from outside the office door, and a young man opened the door and walked in.

"Mr. Yodu, a telegram from Dawn City."

"What did you say in the telegram!" Before Jodu could speak, Lassi had already stood up and asked eagerly.

The young man looked at Yodu cautiously, saw the latter nodded, and then continued.

"Mr. Fang Chang said... sure."

With an ecstatic expression on Lassi's face, he laughed a few times, and raised his hands towards Yodu.

"Farewell!"

After saying that, he walked out of the door like the wind without stopping for a moment, leaving only Yodu and the young man.

Glancing at the direction Lassi left, the young man glanced at Yodu again, and asked after a while.

"Mr. Yodu...is this really good?"

He is from the Ma tribe. Although he was not an aristocrat before he became a civil servant in the city hall, he was also a person who helped the aristocrats, so his family was quite wealthy.

For people like Laxi, he can be said to be in a mood of admiration, fear, and even a trace of dislike.

Appreciation is because the old nobles and gentlemen are afraid of this guy, and naturally they are afraid because this guy is really not a good thing, and he is moody and ruthless.

As for the dislike, most likely there is also a bit of jealousy.

It was the city hall that led the local people to build railways, subways, and renovate the Gaocheng District. However, the majority of middle- and lower-class civilians admired Laxi even more for being so ruthless that he even killed his own people.

Compared with Yodo, Lacy's prestige among the people in Jin Gallon Port is much higher.

If it wasn't for his lack of interest in becoming the mayor, it would be difficult for the respected Mr. Yodu to compete with that guy...if he doesn't use tricks.

"Maybe Mr. Fang Chang has his own judgment." Yodu was silent for a long time and sighed softly.

After being the "acting mayor" for so long, he somewhat felt the difficulty of Mr. Fang Chang.

Most of the time, what he has to do is not to choose the best of the two reliable options, but to choose the lesser evil from the two unreliable options.

Should I extinguish the flame that finally ignited, or let the fire burn down to see what can be burned...

He felt that if he stood in the position of Mr. Fang Chang, he might choose the same way.

Actually the guy wasn't that bad either.A guy who makes it clear that he wants to be an emperor and a warlord is better than Charas, who shouted for freedom but became an emperor but called himself president in the Northern Federation.

For the time being, some of the former have changed. At least the young people in Borneo Province don’t think equality is a scourge. As for what Laxi thinks, 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 all over again.

As a reformist, he actually didn't really hate people like Lassi.If you want to rank them in order, this kind of person is always more likable than the royalists, although he can't appreciate it.

"Let's take one step at a time." Jodu shook his head, returned to his desk, and continued to read the new textbook proposal sent by the Education Workers Association...

On the other side, Lassi, who had left the city hall, stopped at the gate of the city hall.

He suddenly looked back at the Golden Gallon flag and the Union flag flying in the square in front of the city hall, then took off the officer's cap on his head, and put it on the flag stand standing on the flagpole.

"If you say you are not allowed to kneel, I will not kneel today."

"The survivors of my Borneo Province all bowed and clenched their fists in honor of kneeling. Whoever dares to kneel again, it doesn't matter whether he kneels to me or whoever kneels. I saw his grandma's leg first!"

After finishing speaking, he bowed three times, straightened his waist, turned around and left.

On the same day, the City Hall of Port King Gallen accepted the resignation submitted by the director of the Civil Defense Office, Racy.

Along with it, 100 militia officers and soldiers resigned.

It is said that when Lassi returned to the barracks to give a speech that day, the number of people who submitted their resignations more than doubled.

As for these resignations, the authorities of King Gallon Port also approved them one by one under the instructions of the governor's secretary.

Those young men returned the caps and uniforms and epaulettes issued to them by the authorities, as well as the guns carried on their shoulders.

From today onwards, they are no longer the awesome militia, but ordinary residents of Port King Galleon.

But when they walked out of the barracks, they were cheered by the survivors of the whole city of Jin Gallon Port.

People gather in the street, throwing them flowers, handing them fruit, and hugging them, as if sending off a group of heroes.

When everyone was complaining about the shamelessness of the empire, this group of young lads stood up.

Their births are neither glorious nor heroic, and their ancestors have no great military exploits, but everyone can see the courage and determination in their eyes to see death as home.

The young men walking in the crowd raised their heads high and looked at the crowd presenting flowers to them with pride in their eyes.

If there is such a time in a lifetime, there is no regret in dying!

Many of them remember it.

Something like this happened once, on the day the Empire was defeated.

It's just that those flowers were sprinkled on the alliance's people, not them who also shed blood.

They are not jealous of the alliance taking away their glory. After all, they know that it is impossible to win the empire by themselves, and their performance is indeed not as good as those guys. Hundreds of people chase tens of thousands of people to the river. Jump in.

However, even if they take the worship of the Alliance for granted by the residents of Port Jin Gallon, they are inevitably a little envious.

Why don't they yearn for the approval of their compatriots?

Why not look forward to those who have united!
Especially when they learned about everything that happened in Dawn City, Dawn City, Boulder City, etc. through the books and newspapers that traveled across the ocean, the light of longing was magnified to the point that it became a new belief .

Miracles are not born or taken for granted.

The awakening of Port Galleon residents began at Survivor Daily, and the seeds of their awakening were planted from the moment they fought alongside those people.

Someone has to take the first step!
Now it's their turn to go the way those men walked!

While the boys were striding forward, Palu, who was transferred from the Port District Police Station to maintain order, was looking for the leather shoes that had been trampled off.

He spent half a month's salary to buy it, and it cost him more than 900 gallons.

Finally found it in the corner of the crowd, he jumped on it overjoyed, held it in his arms and let out a sigh of relief.

"Thank God for the blessing!"

While muttering silently, he hurriedly put on his shoes, and strode back into the crowd with his head held high.

Flipping his hands over the instruction of looking left and right, he reprimanded a few children who joined in the fun. When it was dark, the crowd dispersed. With great effort, he wiped off his sweat and walked to the lounge of the nearby security station to rest. feet.

There are some young men in the security bureau, and they are all talking about the empire with righteous indignation, cursing Wu Tuo for not treating the rat people as human beings, and not treating ordinary people in the empire as human beings.

"Participating in the cohesion body is of course good! But can't it be done in another way? Mr. Manager didn't force everyone to put their heads on their belts to support the cause of all mankind. Can it be done in another way? "

"That's right! You can buy some industrial equipment with the pension from the Viscosity, and then take some orders from the Viscosity, but this bastard Wu Tuo wants to trade his life for it!"

"I don't know where the money is spent!"

"Hey, hope those lads win..."

"Many stalls in the Kelaba market have donation points. The owners of dyeing workshops and 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 100 million silver coins himself! Those who do big business are thinking about your money?"

"Hiss...with this money, I can buy a tank!"

It has become a fashion to scold the empire in King Gallen Port, and everyone is scolding, including Palu, who originally missed Nihak, and he doesn't like that old thing very much recently, and occasionally scolds a few words.

But he couldn't be happier when it came to the lads who were causing traffic jams and giving him a lot of trouble.

Can't they go quietly at night without making a sound?
Especially those unlucky bastards who almost lost one of his new leather shoes.

But sitting here, he didn't dare to sing the opposite in public, so he just hummed softly.

"Oh, not to mention that kind of thing, even giving them power armor is useless... I'm afraid that all my blood will be wasted if I follow that drunkard Lacy."

Bashak, who happened to be sitting at the edge of the crowd, heard the complaint, looked at his colleagues in surprise, and asked in disbelief, "How can you say that about them?"

He's indifferent to things outside of work, but at least he doesn't hate the guys who go first.

If they really succeed, it will be good, at least there will be fewer souls drowned in the eternal river.

Seeing someone talking to him, Palu said with a contemptuous smile.

"Do I need to say this? How could that Lacy succeed? A guy from a slave background is nothing without the alliance. He thought those people were afraid of him?"

He seemed to feel that just saying this was not convincing, so he hurriedly added another sentence, as if afraid of missing it.

"And most importantly, he has no thoughts."

Bashak didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"Well, what is that... are we talking about the same thing?"

He thought the old man would say that those boys didn't have guns when they went out.

Seeing that this kid is indeed young, Palu snorted, and raised the corners of his mouth as if he knew a lot.

"Gods are just fictitious shackles, and thoughts are the sharp swords that cut off the shackles! Relying on the sky and the earth is not as good as relying on yourself, getting rich depends on your hands and brains, respecting others is respecting yourself... I am afraid you have never seen survivors Daily newspaper, how can you be a guard if you don’t even know such an important thing as thinking! The young man’s style is very problematic!”

Bashak stared at him in a daze. He really didn't remember that there was so much written in the newspaper. He only remembered that the guy from the alliance told him that Rat people could also be guards, and that he could learn slowly if he couldn't read.

Facing the reprimand from the seniors, he felt his face was burning hot, and for a moment he thought about whether he was really equal in his daily work and dealing with others.

"Then... do you have that thing?"

Bashak asked this out of a guilty conscience, as if he wanted to ask for advice.

But he didn't want to be heard by Palu, the old senior who was proud just a second ago, jumped up as if his tail had been stepped on.

"You bastard, how dare you say I don't have it! Of course I do! When I, the Alliance first landed, I knew that those who unite everyone would win!"

"Besides, if I hadn't turned a blind eye and let them go ashore, they wouldn't have won so easily. Why don't you wonder why I work as a guard in the port area, and you are only qualified to work as a handyman on Knights Road? Mao Long guys have short knowledge, how can you be so knowledgeable, a hairless guy!"

Bashak stared blankly at the excited senior, and took a step back, with pity and fear in his eyes.

What he was afraid of was not that the old guy really opened his mouth and ruined the lives of those young men. After all, the gods did not exist, but that he suddenly thought that there were all such guys on the other side of the river.

They are very similar to Mr. Rat's preface to the biography of General Rowell, and this time the L's recited what the alliance brought, just like when they recited that the Willanter gave a thousand dinars. good……

It is not difficult to kill the emperor.

But these people are immortal...

……

The dusk is gradually falling, the night is gradually darkening, the Yongliu River is peaceful and peaceful, and the reeds are full of greenery.

This is an undeveloped wasteland on the northwest side of King Gallon Port.

The original name of this place is Lucaopo, but now it is called Dead Man's Slope by the locals, because all the ghosts buried under the reeds are drowned.

The residents who left the settlement have seen them off all the way here, and they will not continue to see them off.

Lassi and his followers will embark on a boat at the ferry along the river, and under the cover of the Assassin gang, they will cross the territory controlled by the Tiger Army.

As someone boards, someone disembarks.

Looking at those poor wretches who thanked the boatman for his kindness of rebuilding, and the skeletons hidden in the reeds, Laxi, standing on the bow of the barge, had a look of contempt in his eyes.

With his back turned to his subordinates, he said in a neutral voice.

"... Have you seen those fleeing people on the Yongliu River?"

"They are like dogs that have fallen into the water, begging for nothing and crawling to the shore, as if they can live as human beings by climbing to the shore... They are really useless. If you don't want to be a good person, you have to be a dog. "

The crowd was silent.

Although they support Lassi, and even don't object to him sitting on the throne, it doesn't mean they agree with everything about him.

Except for the officers who submitted their resignations with him at the beginning, they were his confidantes, and many of them followed with enthusiasm.

Many of them have sympathy for these smugglers, and they stand up for the reason of helping them from the root.

Seeing that no one responded, Lassi snorted coldly, but changed the subject.

"It's shameful to be a dog, but who turned them into dogs!"

"Is it their parents?"

"Is it from here?"

"Is that you?"

"Or alliance? Legion? Ideal city?"

"Neither! It's that Wu Tuo, his prime minister, his ministers, and thousands of slave-holding manors and farmers sitting in the manors! It's this group of people who eat people and don't spit out their bones." The thing turns people into dogs, and distorts the relationship between people into dogs and dogs!"

"Today you follow me upstream, not only to save the Moon Clan people, but also to save thousands of slaves! If I am crowned emperor in the future, no matter whether you believe me or not, I will never let Xi Lan People will be pigs and dogs again!"

……

It's been a week since Lacy's resignation, and the commotion of those boys has also been boiling in King Gallon Port for a week.

The entire settlement praised Laxi and those boys, even the old nobles who feared the plague god most in the past.

port area.

The breakfast shop not far from the entrance of the Triumph Hotel is decorated exactly the same as that of Shuguang City.Occasionally, people in blue coats come here to eat, so this breakfast shop is also very popular with the locals.

Two well-dressed men sat at the table, ordered three cages of soup dumplings while eating ginger vinegar, and pointed at the newly released "Daily Survivor".

"Red Soil" has just finished writing L's story, and finally got to the point, but it doesn't talk about General Lowell, nor does it talk about the red soil. up.

Those who read the article were in a cold sweat.

The soil chewed in the mouth is like delicious meat, and the bloody mud cake is like a human heart.

The protagonist is a lunatic, and the lunatic's diary is naturally nonsense, but the Mr. Mouse wrote it as if it was true, making people wonder whether his mental state is normal, but after thinking about it, he doubted himself, even the mouth The soup dumplings in it are not fragrant.

After a shiver, the two quickly changed the subject and chatted hastily about the "Federation" that has been bustling the city recently.

That was the name given to Lacy and the boys who followed him out of town to overthrow the Empire by the young people of Port Gum Gallon, and it was also what they expected from those people.

At first it was just a name, and then some radical boys registered this organization, and registered a custodial account with Gold Gallon Bank in accordance with the regulations, and actively solicited donations for those people, and now it has the feeling of some factions.

Although Lassi, who is still on the road, may not recognize the identity of this "chaser", but he probably will not refuse the equipment and money delivered to his door.

"I'm afraid that Laxi is uneasy and kind. I can tell at a glance that he wants to be emperor."

"Oh, only you can see it?"

"Don't you think this is nonsense?"

"I looked through the old books sent by the Union. In fact, the history of the People's Federation also has the prescription of a constitutional monarchy."

The Niu clansman sitting across from him widened his eyes.

"What shameful thing? People's Federation has been buried in the garbage dump of history! You still dig food from the garbage dump in 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 Wu Tuo?"

The cattle people stopped talking.

That's true...

Who could be more ashamed than Xi Lan.

Even he has half the blood of the royal family, and he also has the title given by the empire.

He usually doesn't even like to talk about those things, for fear of being looked down upon.

In the corner of the breakfast shop, a rather mature young man was sitting there quietly reading the newspaper.

A few ordinary-looking but powerful guys sat around him eating noodles loosely, and every time someone tried to approach him, they used their eyes to dissuade them.

Except for the guy who came to refill the tea.

Looking at the newspaper in the guest's hand, Zaid said in a very soft voice.

"The news on your page is about Youtiao Port. There is a plan to renovate the port. More steel and cement are needed, as well as workers."

Asin slightly raised his eyebrows, looked at the funny waiter and smiled.

"Can you tell I can't read?"

Zaid nodded slightly, and said in a gentle tone.

"You are very enthusiastic about knowledge, but it's better to eat the beef noodles while it's hot. The soup will become lumpy when soaked in the noodles."

Asin smiled lightly.

"You guys are interesting. Why don't you teach when you have a culture of reading and reading newspapers, and come here to serve tea and water."

This person looked familiar, as if he had seen him in the Triumph Hotel, but he was probably fired for some reason.

He could figure out the reason, but he probably interrupted again when the guests were eating.

This is not a good habit.

I also ran into myself, a grassroots mixed up from the bottom, who didn't have the same knowledge as him.In addition, this is the territory of the alliance, so he has to act like a good man.

If it was replaced by a guy with little stomach, he would definitely have to reason with him.

Of course, it doesn't rule out that this brother is sure that he won't have the same knowledge as him, so he joins in.

Hearing the frivolity in that voice, Zaid smiled indifferently.

"Teaching can't change the empire. I teach one person, I teach ten people, and nothing can be changed."

As if hearing something funny, Ah Xin laughed out loud and put down the newspaper in his hand.

"You are an interesting guy. I praised you for being educated, but you put an onion in your nose. Then tell me, being a waiter...how can you change the empire?"

Not only Ah Xin laughed out loud, but also the gang members sitting beside him.

Except for the stupid Kunal.

He didn't find it funny, but curled his lips in disdain.

These days, everyone talks about rebellion, and even the breakfast shop guy is daydreaming about it.

The owner of the noodle shop winked wildly, almost crying, trying to keep Zaid away from the plague god.

This brother is the boss of the Assassin Gang!

Who doesn't know what kind of business he is doing in this port?
If it made him unhappy, he might have to be fished out of the Yongliu River.

However, Zaid acted as if he hadn't seen it.

He doesn't care about the job he's doing any more than he ever cared about the job at the Triumph Hotel.

He came here to work just to wait for the favor of a nobleman, and now he has waited.

As for whether he can succeed, it depends on God's will. Anyway, it is not the first time he has failed.

With a slight smile, Zaid continued.

"Being a waiter can't change the empire, but it can save me a fortune."

When he heard that he was a "Taoren'er" who was saving money to buy a boat ticket, Ah Xin looked down on him even more, but he didn't write it on his face, and just picked up chopsticks to eat noodles.

"...Fries Harbor, huh, it's a good place to go, but only down-to-earth guys are welcome there. I advise you to change your short-sightedness and do things slowly, not at all like the people in King Gallon Port , I’m afraid that even the guys in the noodle shop can’t do it well.”

He was somewhat annoyed.

However, what he didn't expect was that the guy said.

"What fries port, I'm going to Dawn City."

"What are you doing there?" Xin stopped his chopsticks and gave him an extra look, but didn't want the guy to say something surprising.

"Lasi can't make things happen, and neither can Yodu. No one in the entire King Gallon Port can save Borneo Province. There is no one-ten-thousandth possibility of what happened in Boulder City here... They all lack one thing. , and that thing is in Dawn City."

Staring at the astonished Asin with piercing eyes, Zaid put his hands on the table.

"I don't want to see the blood of the young people in Borneo province go to waste, I have to go there and bring it back!"

(End of this chapter)