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Chapter 829 The smell of the corpse has already come out of the coffin
On the lower reaches of the Yongliu River, at the embarrassment port of King Gallon Port, several young men in uniform were standing next to the newsstand.

They are the water police in this area. They are mainly responsible for inspecting smuggling, maintaining order at the docks and shipping, and salvaging drowned stowaways.

Compared with the warlords in Huzhou and Baozhou who used guns to shoot fugitives who crossed the border, the authorities in Jingalun Port are more tolerant of smuggling.

Out of morality, the authorities will not deport them, but they cannot be allowed to rush into the city.

Usually, they would send refugees to resettlement sites in the suburbs, let these people live temporarily, find some jobs at the docks, or help them introduce some jobs, and at the same time teach them some simple life skills and the laws they must understand.

After leaving the resettlement site, these refugees will get a work card with a tax ID number written on it, which is regarded as proof of their identity.

If they get an ID card in the future, the tax number will directly become their ID number.

In fact, in order to obtain identity as soon as possible, most stowaways will take the initiative to find them after they land.

It is precisely because of this that their work is relatively easy, and they will hang around the newsstand when they are not busy.

And the newspaper they are holding at this moment is the latest issue of "Survivor Daily", and the content published on the headline is the Xifan Harbor tragedy that happened a week ago.

The newspapers recorded in detail the cause and effect of the incident and the whole story of the incident.

The cause was that a laborer named Orissa died of exhaustion on the pier, which caused other local free laborers to strike and protest.

The labor intermediaries controlled by the authorities pretended to agree to the demands of the protesters, but immediately repented after the peak shipping period passed, and imported slaves from other places on a large scale in an attempt to replace the uncooperative freemen, thus completely igniting the anger of the freemen.

It just so happened that the warehouse at the port was stocked with ammunition that the Legion was going to transport to the front line.

Thus began an uprising, sparked by fire, that apparently spiraled out of control.

Due to the lag of the news, they didn't know until now that such a terrible thing happened on the other side of the coast of the land under their feet...

"It really deserves it..." A young marine policeman couldn't help but cursed, turning the newspaper angrily.

The next page is about Janusz, the self-proclaimed king.

However, the reporter of the "Survivor's Daily" branch in Chip Harbor did not open their eyes after all, and they don't know much about this guy. They only know that he used to be under Arayyan's command and participated in the butterfly swimming competition on the outskirts of King Gallen Harbor. Veteran.

The Thirteenth Route Army set out from Xifan Port and is setting fire to the hinterland of the empire. It is still unknown where it will go...

Unlike the young marine policeman, the slightly older man beside him shrugged his shoulders.

"But civilians are innocent."

"innocent?"

The young man stared at his colleague with wide eyes, as if he had heard something unbelievable.

"Are your compatriots Wilantes? Did the uprising break out for no reason? The first person to die was Orissa, and more than [-] Borneos died there! How can you sympathize with slave owners and Imperialists?"

Many people may not even read it, so they selectively ignore the "low" name of Orissa, but he clearly remembers that this name is the beginning of everything.

He no longer cares about the race of that person, in his eyes that person is his compatriot, a Borneo!
As for Janusz and the Heavenly King Army, they were just flames that floated up later.

Willante is the real arsonist!

The lackeys of the empire are playing with fire, skewering his compatriots and roasting them over the fire!
Now that they have played off, it is only their own fault.

He only hated that the fire could not go to Triumph City, but burned on the land of Borneo Province, making those exploited the price of exploitation and making his compatriots endure the torment of war.

He believed that more than one person in Jingalun Port thought so, but he had seen the ghost of Xifan Port in more than one newspaper.

Looking at the excited young man, the older water policeman sighed and said.

"That's exactly what I mean by innocence. The survivors of Xifan Port are innocent...of course, including the dead civilians of the Weilante people. They left their homes and came to our house to expand the territory for the legion and finally became politicians. their victims. How much they benefited from the colony, I don't think so."

Everything is compared, macro and macro comparison, micro and micro comparison.

The alliance is not engaged in colonization, but in cooperation and win-win cooperation, and the lives of the residents of the alliance are not bad.He has never been to Dawn City, but he has seen the changes in Jingalun Port. It cannot be said that the other party is doing charity, and the development outside the house is better than at home.

"...they are all victims, and what is really to blame is the rule of exploitation and endless greed."

But that was an afterthought.

When he got the paper, everything was over.

The Weilante people are probably venting their anger at Xifan Port, but the survivors in Borneo Province have gradually woken up.

Just like the young man next to him, his first reaction was not which tribe Orissa was from, but that group of big noses dared to kill my tribe!
It would be naive for the Legion to think that killing a city would conquer them.

In the history of the People's Federation, imperialism has never really won a victory. It has always moved from one quagmire to another, and was finally submerged in the torrent of the times.

This war has only just begun.

So what if there is an airship?
So what about inheriting an inheritance?
Who didn't walk out of the desert 200 years ago?

As long as history moves forward, they will eventually be submerged in the endless sea of ​​people...

When the two were arguing or even quarreling, Kapil was flipping through Mr. Mouse's anthology.

He is not interested in war.

Since the shell took away his right arm and sent him to a prisoner of war camp, those deafening sounds could no longer shake him.

But those shocking words are still possible.

He was a reader of Mr. Rat, even in a POW camp.

And it was precisely because of reading that "Red Soil" that he made the decision to stay.

The King Gallon Port authorities reached a consensus with the Empire on the return of the prisoners of war. However, due to the Shifeng Mountain incident, the people of King Galleon Port took to the streets to petition. Therefore, the authorities did not force the prisoners of war to go home. stay voluntary.

At that time, Kapil spent a sum of money and used the saved wages to make the commander who came to receive the prisoners of war count him as severely disabled, and allowed him to stay in King Gallon Port to continue receiving "humanitarian treatment."

In fact, after he installed the prosthetic limb produced by Boulder City, it had no impact on his daily life and work except that he had to charge it twice every three days. The money was just to preserve the honor of his family and family.

After that, the prisoner-of-war camp was transformed into a refugee resettlement site, and he was also transferred here to work as a marine policeman.

Just as Kapil was flipping through the anthology, a bell rang from the distant pier.

I saw a cargo ship with a green-backed double-knife flag and a royal emblem slowly sailing into the river port.

"A big ship is coming." Putting the newspaper back on the news stand, the slightly older marine policeman put on his hat, "It's strange, is there a flight to report a big ship at the port office today?"

Another marine policeman next to him narrowed his eyes and said with a grin.

"The merchant ship of the Xilan royal family, these people never report their numbers when they come here... They still treat it as their own home, haha."

It is not a rigid rule to send a telegram to report the application for flight number and berth before the big ship departs, but it is just to reduce the trouble between the two parties.

After all, the berths at inland ports are tight, and the transportation resources are limited, so there are not always berths for ships.

When catching up with the peak capacity before, the river was blocked, so there were relevant regulations.

However, the emperor of Borneo never complied, and his merchant ships often forgot to apply, either arriving one day early or one day late.

Several water policemen muttered.

"Tsk, I annoy this unruly person the most."

"Check him!"

"... There is no emperor in Jingalun Port, everyone is the same, go up and have a look."

"Come on, wait for me."

Kapil also put the anthology back on the newspaper, left a banknote to the stall owner, and asked him to keep the unfinished anthology for himself, and come back later to pick it up.

A group of people walked to the pier, just in time to see the owner of the merchant ship and the port staff on the pier yelling.

"We arrived a day early, help us find a berth!"

The port officer rolled his eyes.

"There is no berth for you, queue up on the river!"

The honored guests behind him pressed on, the captain was in a hurry, but it was inconvenient to speak clearly, so he could only threaten.

"Are you not afraid that we will block the river?"

The port authority joked

"Scare me, try to block one."

The captain's teeth itch with anger, but there is nothing he can do.

Fortunately, at this moment, Wu Tuo and a group of ministers took care of him flawlessly. They all stared blankly at the shore, and without exception, they all opened their mouths in surprise.

Especially Prince Dilip, who came here with that Aryan, squatting in a small private house in the Keraba market on the outskirts of the city.

As for this place, it was originally a muddy reed field, and he even had an impression of the path along the river.

But that path is no longer visible, replaced by a wider and longer concrete road.

Single-family cottages are scattered along the edge of the river port. Bicycles are tied to the door of the small courtyard full of flowers and plants, and green-painted mailboxes are also standing vertically.

Although not every hut is so exquisite, those exquisite and exquisite houses are not lost to the citizens of Tiandu.

Occasionally, there are one or two unique mansions. Even a prince with taste like him can't help but express his appreciation and envy on his face, and he has the idea of ​​buying two.

Speaking of...

Nihak's Governor's Mansion is not as grand as it is, is it?
Dilip thought that he had entered the wealthy area of ​​Port King Gallon, but he didn't know that this could only be counted as its suburb, and it was also an outer suburb far away from the harbour.

Those who live nearby are either dock workers at inland river ports, female workers in textile factories, or merchants and dignitaries who often travel to and from Huzhou and Baozhou.

Because the land in the outer suburbs is cheap, and there are not as many rules as in the city, the wealthy people in Huzhou and Baozhou like to set up their second homes here, buy a large piece of land, and then hire a designer from King Gallen Port Build a mansion in the style of the Alliance or Legion.

In addition to those elegantly decorated buildings, you can faintly see rows of square buildings as high as city walls when you look up from a distance.

These buildings are usually not far from factories and stations. Rows of windows are neatly arranged on the walls, like ears of corn, and new residents live there.

"This is... my Gold Gallon Port?"

Wu Tuo was stunned, and it took him a long time to squeeze out such a sentence.

At any rate, Dilip came here last year, and his impression of this place is even more distant. He only remembers that there is a piece of red soil beside the Yongliu River, and plantations on the other side, and in the distance there are endless low shacks and tall walls. Lowell Camp.

Coming here to be the governor is an out-and-out hard job. After all, there are slums outside the port, and the whole street is full of stinky smells in the hot dry season.

But everything that came into view now completely subverted his impression.

He couldn't even imagine that this settlement would appear on the land of Borneo Province.

The ministers following him looked at each other, unable to speak a word.

Obviously they were shocked too.

Just at this moment, a speedboat with a police badge drove over here.

The water police standing on the speedboat shouted towards the deck.

"Guard, check the ship!"

The owner of the ship, who was arguing with the port affairs, quickly looked at the speedboat and explained with a smile.

"We are the Royal Merchant Marine!"

The water police standing on the deck said impatiently.

"The Royal Merchant Ship has to be inspected too, put down the ladder, hurry up."

The owner of the ship was in a dilemma, looking for help to His Majesty and Prince Dilip behind him.

Wu Tuo's face was dark, but he whispered a few words to the minister beside him, and finally nodded.

The eunuch stepped forward.

"Let them come up."

The captain heaved a sigh of relief and quickly knelt down to thank him.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

A group of water police boarded the boat and looked at the surprised expressions on the faces of the nobles standing on the deck.

Although these people did not wear titles, the robes they wore and the accessories hanging around their waists were worth a lot of money, perhaps tens of millions of gallons.

What is even more puzzling is that these nobles actually entered the port on a boat carrying goods.

Even if this is a merchant ship of the royal family, it is also a cargo ship...

Kapil always felt that the face of the leader was familiar, but he couldn't remember where he saw it.

Routine, he said to those people.

"Do you have any documents for customs clearance or any identity documents? If not, you have to go to the customs to register..."

Before he could finish his words, the handsome man suddenly glared at him angrily.

"You bastard! What paperwork do I need when I go home?"

Kapil was stunned, and the surrounding water police were also stunned, wondering why this guy was crazy.

But at this moment, Kapil suddenly recognized this familiar face, and a trace of unbelievable surprise gradually appeared in his eyes.

How can this be? !
In King Galleon Harbor?
He opened his mouth wide, couldn't close his jaw, and subconsciously blurted out.

"……His Majesty?!"

……

Wu Tuo appeared in King Gallen Port.

And it came out of the reed beach in the outer suburbs together with those stowaways.

As soon as the news was published in the newspaper, it immediately caused a huge sensation in the entire Jin Gallon Port.

The inland river port, where few idlers usually come, is crowded with dark people.

Some people even came here from the port area of ​​the harbor just to see what the emperor looked like.

Since the onlookers affected the order of the shipping, the port authorities could only send more manpower to maintain the order, while parking the royal merchant ship carrying the civil and military affairs of the Xilan Empire on the shore outside the port. Float on the water for a while.

In fact, there is no need for the authorities to mention this at all.

Seeing the crowds of people on the shore, Wu Tuo was also terrified, let alone dared to mention the matter of disembarking, and hid in the cabin all day without even daring to open a window, for fear of seeing the light and letting others know. Which room are you in.

After all, the empire is not an alliance, and he dare not stand in the crowd like a manager.

After all, what if there are assassins in there?
Most people with ghosts in their hearts are like this, and everyone feels that the other party wants to harm him.

that night.

Wu Tuo, who was sitting by the bed, was feeling depressed, drinking tea and playing chess with Prince Dilip.

At this moment, his most loyal eunuch came in from the door and kowtowed to the ground.

"...Your Majesty, a reporter from the Port Gold Gallon Bureau of Survivor Daily would like to interview you."

Wu Tuo frowned.

"Reporter? What's that?"

The eunuch explained tremblingly.

"It is... to provide materials for the newspaper."

"newspaper?"

Wu Tuo frowned, vaguely as if he had heard of it, but it was not a good thing anyway.

So he waved his hand and said impatiently.

"No, let him go."

The eunuch nodded submissively, and was about to leave the "palace".

Prince Dilip, who was sitting in front of Wu Tuo, suddenly had a heart move. He first waved to stop the eunuch who was about to leave the door, and then looked at Wu Tuo and said.

"Wait a minute...Your Majesty, I don't think it's a bad thing to be interviewed. The reason why the residents of King Gallen Port gather on the shore is to admire your majesty and saintliness—"

Wu Tuo interrupted him impatiently.

"Is my majesty something that group of servants can look up to?"

Prince Dilip coughed dryly.

"Having said that... But from another perspective, blocking is worse than sparse. If you are willing to satisfy the curiosity of those impolite guys, maybe they will be able to disperse from the river. And we can go there at that time Stay on the shore, so you won’t be floating on this river all the time.”

I don't know when the gangsters in the west will make trouble, and the imperial army didn't give any news.

If the residents of Port Gum Gallon come here all day to join in the fun, they might not be able to go ashore all the time.

There was so much humidity on the Everlasting River, and the deck was always shaking, he couldn't bear to stay in the boat all the time.

Wu Tuo obviously had the same idea, held the chess pieces in his hands, thought for a moment, and nodded slowly.

"Row."

The chess pieces landed on the board.

He glanced at the eunuch who was standing at the door with his head on the ground, and said calmly.

"Then let me meet that reporter."

……

The night gradually deepened, and there was silence on the Yongliu River, only the slow sound of frogs in the reeds.

Although the crowd on the shore dispersed, the people on the boat still did not dare to come down.

However, even though he didn't dare to get off the boat, the Wu Tuo slept peacefully on the boat. Just after ten o'clock, he was snoring loudly in the "bedroom", even sleeping soundly than when he passed by the warlord's territory.

But he slept comfortably, but some people in King Gallon Port couldn't sleep.

For example, the Secretary of the Governor's Office, Yodo.

As the acting governor of Jin Gallon Port, he is basically responsible for the affairs of the entire port.

He had never received a diplomatic note from the empire before, and he didn't even know that the emperor of the empire was coming to King Gallen Port, so when he heard that Wu Tuo had appeared at the port of Yongliu River, he was completely stunned.

"...The emperor is really here?"

Standing opposite Yodu, Sheriff Bihari smiled wryly and wiped the sweat from his forehead with a tissue.

"It's absolutely true... I didn't believe it at first, so I went on a boat to take a look."

He was the chief of the Port District Security Bureau during the Nihak period, and was later promoted to the sheriff because of his outstanding performance during the occupation period.

Although he rarely talked about his noble title, he was indeed a nobleman of the empire.

So others don't know what Wu Tuo looks like, but he remembers it clearly.

Including several grand dukes and princes on the deck.

Pacing back and forth in front of the desk, Yodu stopped and couldn't help asking.

"Could it be a fake?"

Bihari said dumbfounded.

"How is it possible...and it's not just the emperor, Prince Dilip is also there. He recorded his biometric information in our prison, and it came out after a test. If you don't believe me, I'll take him for a test?"

Yodo said quickly.

"That's not necessary...they are not suspects, so don't arrest people at will."

Sheriff Bihari said with a wry smile.

"Then what should we do with this matter? Just let them float on the river?"

"It's not easy..."

Jodu was lost in thought.

His political sense told him that it might not be that simple behind this matter.

Since Wu Tuo chose to come here, it must be that the judgment has nowhere to go.

Even the emperor himself felt that he could no longer control the situation...

From the wind blowing from the ever-flowing river, he faintly smelled a trace of corpse odor, and a thought suddenly popped up in Yodu's mind.

This empire might be coming to an end!

It was like a corpse that was kept secret, no matter how tightly the coffin boards were covered, it could not cover the stench coming from the cracks.

A drop of hot sweat oozed from Jodu's forehead.

At this moment, what he was thinking in his heart was not what the future fate of the empire would be, but what impact and impact the collapse of this behemoth would have on King Gallon Port.

As one of the candidates for the future mayor, he must first be responsible to the residents of Port King Gallen.

Especially responsible for their deposits.

"...Let's ask the alliance's opinion on this matter first, and see what they say. We'd better not mix it up."

Hearing what Yodo said, Bihari nodded hastily in agreement.

"I think so too, please contact the alliance as soon as possible."

"I've already sent a telegram to the Alliance as soon as possible, but it's late at night in Dawn City, so I'm afraid I won't be able to reply until tomorrow..."

When talking about this, Yodu paused for a moment, went to the desk, picked up the phone, and dialed his secretary.

"Let the president of the Gold Gallon Port Bank come to my office, and the director of the Foreign Trade Administration... Well, right now, I don't care if they are lying on the bed or soaking in the bathtub, get dressed immediately Come here!"

"I have something important to discuss with them face to face."

……

In the early morning of the next day, the sun was shining brightly, and the port area of ​​Port King Gallen was as bustling as ever.

The tragedy at Xifan Harbor was rumored the day before yesterday, and today the emperor of Xilan came to Jingalun Harbor again.

People were discussing whether Tiandu had already been defeated by Tian Wangjun.

It's a pity that neither Lion City nor Tiandu has a branch of Survivor Daily, so they can only rely on guesswork.

But it would be nice if that was the case.

At any rate, the Heavenly King Army chanted the slogan of abolishing the slaves and dividing the land, and I heard that it was indeed divided, which is considered a bit of progress.

And regardless of progress or not, they have already seen that the empire and the emperor are not pleasing to the eye!

In the beef noodle breakfast shop, a group of diners were chatting about the newly released newspaper while talking about the noodles.

"It's really terrible! It's best to kill all the ministers of the Manchu Dynasty! Let them be ashamed!"

An old man shook his head, sighed and pointed.

"I'm afraid things are not that simple. The Legion will not sit back and watch the empire collapse like this, and they killed so many people in the Legion. The Thirteenth Route Army seems to be turbulent, but they are all farming, and the logistics cannot keep up. In a real fight, the outcome is hard to predict.”

A man who looked elegant also shook his head and said regretfully.

"I'm afraid that their blood will be shed, but it will be in vain."

But not far from them, a dock worker was so angry that he patted the table to make way.

"These bastards with big noses! They enslave my compatriots, and now they want to meddle in our internal affairs! Do you think we are soft persimmons!"

This statement received many responses, and the diners sitting in the noodle restaurant were filled with righteous indignation.

"It's so deceiving!"

"I'm going to donate to the Federation right now! I donate a month's salary!"

"What's the use of donating money to the federation? They're very supportive of Lacy. That guy is still wasting money in Mammoth State and Arayan!"

"This Lacy's business is getting bigger and bigger, but it's not as good as that Janusz."

"Oh, I'm not optimistic about that guy... I'm not afraid of him becoming the emperor, but I'm afraid he wants to go to Shuguang City to become an apartment."

"Hahaha! Such a comparison, Najanush is more refreshing, just pick up the gun and do it!"

"It's a pity that it's not easy to transport supplies from here. It's convenient for them to attack on the east coast."

"It's useless, no matter how many guns you donate to them, can you stop the legion? The legion is about to end... Hey! It's hard to say who will fall into the hands of these 400 million square kilometers..."

Just when everyone was discussing, a group of unusual people entered the noodle shop.

Walking to the corner of the noodle shop and sitting down, Ah Xin ordered a bowl of scallion noodles and a basket of soup dumplings as usual, then spread a newspaper in his hand, and read it slowly while drinking tea.

He has been able to read and write for some time, and now he has no problem reading and writing.

Even if no one is reading it, he can understand it by himself.

Standing behind him, Kunal couldn't help clenching his fists and muttering something while listening to the indignant conversation of the diners.

"This goddamn emperor dares to come to King Gallen Port...Boss, why don't we be him?"

For a mere cargo ship on an inland river, you only need to send someone to dig a hole in the bottom of the ship, so that they can also taste the water of the ever-flowing river.

"Are you crazy?"

Ah Xin froze for a moment, glanced back at his stupid little brother, shook his head resentfully, and then turned back.

Kill the emperor?

Can Xilan's problem be solved by killing the emperor?
It's better for the group of small businesses like them not to meddle in the affairs of big shots, otherwise they won't know how they died when the time comes.

Of course, if someone of sufficient weight asked him to do this, he would gladly accept it.

It's really not that hard to kill someone.

Especially on his turf.

But speaking of it, this matter is also very strange. Why did Wu Tuo, who just announced "Northern Hunting", suddenly appear here.

After staring at the newspaper for a while, a flash of light suddenly flashed in Asin's eyes.

"The emperor... I'm afraid he came here to avoid disaster."

Kunal was taken aback when he heard the words, and asked in a low voice.

"You mean, the Heavenly King's army has reached the capital?"

Asin said casually.

"He's been here for two days, maybe he's playing now."

Kunal was shocked when he heard the words, and subconsciously thought about the map of Borneo Province.

Good guy!
Isn't this two consecutive states in a week? !

Even on the plains where the legion helped build infrastructure, the speed of this advance is a bit exaggerated.

"So, isn't that Heavenly King even more powerful than Laxi..."

Hearing this sentence, Ah Xin smiled, shook his head and said.

"You can't just look at the surface of the problem. Whether it is serious or not depends on who the opponent is. Janusz is facing a group of peasants, and Laxi is facing Alyan. Don't underestimate the wolf man, he is indeed in the alliance. I suffered a loss in my hand, but it was not completely lost on the battlefield."

Few people in the entire Golden Gallon Port hope that the Empire will win, and it is only a coincidence that the Gray Wolf Army can win.

In fact, including himself, he learned the lesson of the failure of the empire, and he was extra careful when expanding his business. He didn't do things to the extreme at any time, and kept everything on the line.

Not only that, the leaders of other gangs wanted to put cruel words on their faces, but he was the only one who was polite with everyone, and even sat down with neighbors to eat noodles and gave out red envelopes to children during the Chinese New Year.

It is precisely because of this that the Assassin Gang can grow bigger and stronger.

Kunal touched the back of his head and said with a smile.

"That's right, hehe... Once you said I remembered it, you even made one yourself."

Ashin glanced at him.

"It's not a good thing... don't mention it."

"Okay boss," Kunal nodded, paused for a moment and asked again, "then the emperor..."

Asin patted the back of his head bitterly.

"Why don't you have a long memory, always thinking about what that guy is doing? This is not what our group of people do at all, just take care of your own one-acre three-point land!"

Kunal scratched the back of his head.

"But you said you were going to pull the emperor down from his horse... don't I want to share your worries?"

Xin was stunned for a moment, and then remembered that he had indeed said this, and it was during Lassi's farewell.

In this situation, looking at the desolate emperor in the newspaper, he couldn't help laughing out loud.

Thinking about it is really nostalgic.

In the blink of an eye, what I dreamed in my dream was about to come true.

"Yes, that's right...Kunal, my friend, I did say that."

"And I can tell you that my wish is about to come true haha!"

……

(Thanks to the leader of "Xingqingbuyu" for the reward!!!)
(End of this chapter)