"Hassan, did you see with your own eyes that the player was a New Huaxia?" A samurai in metal armor with two scimitars at his waist asked Hassan Singh.

The one who spoke was the youngest of the three Singhs who founded the Kshatriyas, Garam Chander Singh, and the only one currently active in Godrim City.

After the other two Singhs established the Kshatriyas, they handed over the entire gang to Garamchande, one to the east and the other to the west, to develop and strengthen their own organizations.

Success doesn't come there on its own, you have to create it with your own hands, and that's what the Ganges people learned in war.

You can't always pin your future on the mercy of the enemy, and the non-violent non-resistance movement seized on England's period of weakness and freed the Ganges from colonial history.

But this trick is unlikely to work in the face of New China.

Because New China has the largest territory in the world, and the largest number of people, they have enough background and experience to digest and absorb the entire South Asian subcontinent.

The three Singh were all Ganges people born at the end of the war, they had never experienced peaceful times, and they had always been instilled with the glorious history of the Ganges people in their minds with endless artillery fire and war growth.

With the ruined hometown on one side and the brainwashing education on the other, the most successful thing the Ganges rebels have ever done is to shape tens of thousands of young soldiers who have a strong hatred for New China.

These seeds continue to take root and maintain the infrastructure of the rebels, and although the entire South Asian continent has become relatively peaceful during the time of Xu Yichen's mission, there are still various armed groups in various regions.

According to the original plan, New China intends to spend an entire generation to completely wipe out the rebellion of the entire South Asian subcontinent.

He is strong, he is strong, and I am blowing the mountain with the breeze.

"I didn't see that New Huaxia man with my own eyes, but the news sent by the brothers who died in the battle before they died was very clear, the other party was definitely a New Huaxia player, and he was from the military." Hassan bowed his head and said to Garamchande: "His fighting style is very clear. ”

"Hassan, the Kshatriyas have covered all the human settlements near Godrim City, and they have not found a single P5-assigned management player." Garamchande poured Hassan a drink: "It's a good thing for us and a bad thing. ”

"On the good side, we can easily expand, and on the bad side, the other side is likely to be put in a place with better resources." Garamchande said worriedly: "You know that those five rogue nations with no morals have always been shameless, and they can do anything in order to gain more advantages for themselves. ”

Hassan nodded, the strength of that new Huaxia player's character was obviously not at the same level as them, and it was no more difficult for him to kill his own subordinates than to kill a chicken.

"It is precisely because of this injustice that we Kshatriyas should stand up and resist, and we are the one who symbolizes freedom and justice." Garamchande, who had been trained in demagoguery since childhood, had become an instinct in his actions: "We have to make this injustice public and show everyone that they can't compete fairly with the players of the hegemonic realms, even in a fake game." ”

"Freedom and equality should be the basic rights of every player given to us by this game, but it is this false illusion that has been shamelessly taken away by those people!" Garamchande stood up passionately and asked in a loud voice: "Maybe in the near future, our descendants will be inferior even in the sweetest dreams!" ”

Hassan Singh gasped with a red face and a thick neck.

"Can you bear it!" Garam Chand asked him with a wine glass, then walked over to the player in charge of guarding the door and asked, "Can you bear it?"

"Can't!" Hassan roared and flattened the metal glass in his hand: "I can't bear it! ”

The guards also shouted, "We can't bear it!" We must fight back! Let them know we're awesome! ”

"That's right, it's time for them to know how good we are." Garamchande poured the entire jug down heroically, and the wine flowed down his strong chest.

Drying the wine off his face, Garamchand said to Hassan: "Take your men, seal the exit of Hamtown, and wait for our warriors to arrive, we will let that new Huaxia know how powerful we are!" ”

Hassan said excitedly: "I'll take my people back now!" ”

"Don't forget to tell them what I'm saying, tell them as it is." Garamchand added to Hassan: "Remember, the New Chinese are not only enemies of us Ganges, but also enemies of all other nations, and don't forget that we are for freedom and equality!" ”

Hassan nodded excitedly, turned and walked out of the tent.

Then, without waiting for far, the cold wind blew and the wine was halfway awake, and Hassan Singh's cold sweat came down.

Didn't you run back with your descendants to ask for help in order to preserve your strength, why did you give this task to the next in a daze?

Hassan, who was unable to ride the tiger, had to walk back to his team, trying to remember what Garamchande had just said, as well as his tone and expression.

"I've got to learn a little bit like that, or they'll not give up." Hassan's face was ugly, and he gathered his men together, intending to give a speech like the boss to boost morale.

Inside the tent, Garam Chander carefully extinguished the incense in the stove, an expensive spice used by the mages in meditation with a faint but effective effect.

It can make people relaxed, easier to mobilize emotions, and maintain an optimistic mind.

The use of this incense has always been admired by the barbarian shamans, and when combined with some uplifting words, it is easy to control the emotions of his subordinates.

In exchange for a few pieces of smoked spice, the three Singh paid the price of two hundred metal weapons, but the results were outstanding.

There are a total of 300 core fighters under the Kshatriya Gang, and under the role of the team, nearly half of them have obtained combat professions and become real professionals.

It's just that a hundred of them have been taken away by the other two Singhs, and the only people who can be used in Garamchande's hands are fifty combat professionals and another hundred relatively well-trained mortals.

However, he believes that no matter how strong that new Huaxia player is, he can't beat a hundred with one another, after all, the game has only started for more than two months.