As we all know, Doyisi is known as the capital of guns in the world of Noh, and the symbol of the people here is that both men and women, young and old, carry a cannon barrel behind their backs. Not to mention the power of the barrel, its appearance can show the prestige and status of the carrier.

For outsiders, the most important thing they wonder is that they are not tired of carrying such a heavy cannon barrel all day long? The answer is otherwise: the cannon barrel carried by the people of Duoyi and Spain is made of Kmito, a natural energy crystalline stone, which has the advantage of being light and hard. Therefore, the people of Doyisi with a cannon barrel on their backs are as easy as carrying an umbrella on their backs.

The people attach so much importance to and love their own cannon barrels, which naturally makes all kinds of gun technology develop. The capital, Yajakyeh, is named after the greatest, known as the "Magnificent Dance", the "King of Artillery" Frank Yajakyeh. Here, all industries related to guns, such as blacksmiths, barrel processing plants, collection yards, and energy parts, are closely connected and thriving. Although it is now in the midst of war, it still has not hit this "one-stop" industry with tenacious vitality.

Hundreds of years ago, the people of the Noh world commented on the power of the guns that Duoyixi was so proud of: "They can only play with cannon barrels, and if they are attacked closely, they will be helpless." Therefore, the people of Duoyi and Spain have been humiliated by this for many years and have developed the "melee gun technique", a set of physical techniques that can be used in close combat, combined with long-range artillery fire, that is, energy pistols or effective punches and kicks can be used in close combat, and the barrel of the cannon is used for output in long-distance combat, combining one near and one far from each other. Nowadays, powerful people of Doi can apply to become gunners and have the opportunity to become a member of the "Gunners Union". It can be said that this is the dream of most Italian and Western people.

However, this country, which has always been scorned by the Noh Federation, has become the last country in the "Second Black and White War" that is still at war - due to the "Magnificent Dance" in Duoyixi, it has been difficult for the army of the Noh Union to break through on the grounds that "there can be no evil forces and wars in the Noh world".

And the reason for the war of the Nenglianfu against Duoyixi is that the gorgeous dance may affect the pattern of the Nengjie.

The capital is Yajakyeh.

Since this was the center of the war, it was difficult to find a single intact building here - the ruins were filled with the smoke of gunpowder. The people were hungry and staggering aimlessly. They all carried cannon barrels, but their faces were full of trust and expectation, which formed a huge contrast with this post-apocalyptic street scene.

Yes, they all believed that the Magnificent Dance would expel the Coalition Army and lead the new Doyisi.

There is only one man and one woman, and they firmly believe that the so-called magnificent dance will only drag Doyixi into the abyss. It should be said that the real flamboyant dance is long gone. They walked through the crowd with no indomitability on their faces. The black-haired man was holding a jet-black box in both hands, and the yellow-haired woman was holding a square bag that was clinging to her abdomen. Behind their backs, they all carried shiny Kmito barrels. It seems that their barrels are all well maintained.

The refugees on the street stared at the two men because their outfits were out of place in the refugee area: the man wore a knee-length brown trench coat and a military suit, and the woman wore a black jacket with a silver zipper and a red leather skirt. This is not uncommon in peacetime, but it is very eye-catching in the current war-torn times.

The two ignored everyone's gaze and continued to walk.

"Uncle Dob, where are you going?" asked a little boy waving a cannon barrel wildly.

"How many times have you said that you want to call your brother, do you know?" the man named Doppie gently pounded the boy's head, "We're going to the national office." ”

"Oh, let's go, Uncle Dobi. The boy picked up the cannon and immediately slipped away, because he knew that Uncle Doppy was going to beat him again.

"You stinky little ghost!"

"Let's go, don't worry about a child. Besides, who would treat his brother as an elder brother. The woman pulled Dobi expressionlessly. Of course, she knew that Dobby had always been looking forward to a little boy who could call him his brother, even if it was a little boy he didn't know. This is naturally not because he has a special hobby, but just because he has long lost his closest "brother", a certain desire in his heart.

Dobi looked at the woman and continued to walk forward with the woman.

Crossing the precarious large stone bridge, there is a large stone pillar with exposed steel bars in front of you, as if to show off to passers-by the wounds left by the wounds left by surviving the war. Above the pillar is a banner with a cannon barrel sign that runs through the crescent, a symbol of the Magnificent Dance.

If you go further, you will see the National Secretariat. It is a single-storey building with an antique yellow color throughout.

The original national office was located in the center of Yagakyeh, but it had to be relocated due to air raids by the Noh government. This is the border zone of Yajakye, and all people who come in from other places must first go through the search and testing of the border inspection station, and then go to the office for energy registration, which will bring convenience to the executive.

Of course, Yajakoye is surrounded by mountains, and this is the only access between the inside and outside.

The two walked into the office hall, walked through the noisy hall, and came to the office window.

"Hello, we are here to go through the formalities of the cemetery. After saying that, Dope put the box on the counter, and the woman also put the square bag on it.

In Doyisi, it is their tradition that urns must be stored in separate burial chambers. The larger the size of the tomb, the more reflective the deceased's status during his lifetime. Therefore, before the war, the tombs of some dignitaries and nobles were the size of his family's swimming pool.

A balding middle-aged man carefully examines the box and the documents taken out of the bag.

"Pol Sicha, wait, Sicha? Is that the head of the village of Bunozer? Speaking of which, wasn't this village destroyed by the army of the Noheng? ”

The bald man said so much before he realized that the man and woman in front of him were looking gloomy. "Ah, I'm sorry, please mourn. ”

"You must know one thing, the village of Bunozer is not something that can be destroyed by the United House, but by the magnificent dance!" the woman leaned forward in excitement, her forehead almost touching the glass at the counter.

"Uh...... So what kind of configuration are you going to choose?"

"Just the normal type. After speaking, Dobi removed the energy vitality chip at the tail of the cannon barrel behind him, and looked at the woman and whispered, "Xicha doesn't want to make it too luxurious." ”

By activating and operating the barrel, part of the energy can be collected in the energy chip. The energy stored in the chip is used as a currency in the form of a certain percentage of "bellas". Therefore, in the pre-war Doyisi, it was not uncommon for people to buy mansions by collecting bella seeds through cannon barrels.

"A total of 40,000 bellas, including the management costs for three months after the burial. With that, the man took the chip and inserted it into a square box with a dozen card slots. After a few moments, he handed the chip back to Dob.

After paying the fee, the two walked out of the office.

Seeing the woman's relieved look, Dobi also breathed a sigh of relief.

Yes, we have fulfilled your request for you, and may your grandfather, our village chief, rest in peace......

Dope prayed in his heart until it was broken by a quarrel from the nearby border fence: two men and a woman, both of whom were about the same age. I saw the brown-haired man talking to the border inspectors in a lively manner.