Sheriff: (ΩДΩ)

"What?!"

The sheriff stood up suddenly, his eyes wide and his mouth wide open at the "old friend" standing in front of him, an honest farmer of Guarte, who had known him for eight years. It has been eight years since the sheriff came to Washo, eight years ago the sheriff of Washo was killed by several gold diggers outside the town, and the state government sent a new sheriff over, and the young man, who had just graduated for a year, embarked on a swamp-like journey with visions and dreams for the future, and finally was deeply trapped in this place.

Although the gold diggers said that they had been cut off by another group of gold diggers for a fifty-dollar bounty, his task was far from over, and the state government told him that he could apply for early retirement when he was forty-five. When the time comes, he will be honored to leave his current position and receive the same pension as those who retire at a normal age, as well as the retirement benefits that everyone else can enjoy.

There are so many stellar settlements in the western wilderness, too far away, and even more dangerous. Gold diggers, wild predators, robbers, bandits, these dangerous factors seriously threaten the lives of the sheriffs in the west. This is a lawless place, in addition to the respect for the sheriff's voluntary work in the west, and considering that once the sheriff is old and his physical fitness declines, it may cause the gold diggers to commit crimes, all the western state governments have given the sheriff far more treatment and benefits than other local police officers, hoping that more people will contribute to the society in the west.

At this time, the sheriff was almost thirty-three years old, and he had to stay here for twelve years before he had a chance to return to his hometown, and perhaps he would not be able to go back in this life, because he was married. His wife was a woman from the town, and here he had a family, children, and a very kind "father and mother". If he wants to go back to another world, I'm afraid he is not used to it, and even he thinks that this place is actually not bad.

But now, a turning point has emerged. Once the sheriff has made great achievements, he can take the initiative to apply for transfer or retirement, which is also a benefit that only the sheriff in the west has.

The most influential thing in the West in recent times has been about the Freedom Front, where the mob has slaughtered three mining areas and killed thousands of people. Some of the portraits had appeared in wanted columns, and the state government had told them that if anyone could make a meritorious service, find a Freedom Front camp or capture key personnel, they would be able to retire earlier and enjoy the goodwill of the state system. You can also choose to go back to the bustling world and leave this damn west.

The sheriff rushed out from behind the table, he grabbed the middle-aged man in front of him by the collar very roughly, and asked in a loud voice, almost face to face, "You repeat, what did you just say you found?"

The farmer who was sealed by his collar swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and leaned back a little fearfully, trying to make his face a little farther away from this guy, those spittle stars with bad breath made him feel sick, "I said that the gold diggers who entered the town today seem to be from the Freedom Front......"

An excited smile immediately appeared on the sheriff's face, and he paused as he let go of his hand, and then straightened up his messy neckline for the farmer, repeating "That's it" in his mouth. He turned and walked over to the table, took out his badge and hung it on his chest, and prepared to dial the nearest city. The city was more than 150 kilometers away, and it would have taken them about two hours if they had come by a makeshift rail car.

Whatever these gold diggers knew or didn't know, he would have done enough to get him out of this hellish place.

Stay?

That's impossible!

Just after he lifted the phone and dialed two numbers, the action stopped again, and his somewhat questioning gaze stayed on the farmer's face, "How do you know that they are from the Freedom Front? I won't get me in trouble if I make this call, but if they don't, you're definitely in big trouble!"

The middle-aged man then told the sheriff what he had said when he was sitting and napping in front of the tavern, and that they were going to raid the town, and that they needed to find out if there were any hidden dangers here.

The sheriff pressed the farmer on the shoulder and said in a warm voice, "All the people in the town of Watt will thank you, believe me, I will call now, even if it is wrong, I will help you exonerate." With that, he dialed out the last few numbers, not that the farmer's words made him believe it completely, but that he thought it was very reasonable.

Since the Freedom Front breached the three mining areas, the impact has gradually departed from people's predictions of "small fights" in this group, and even the military has taken the initiative to stand up for the important task of exterminating the Freedom Front in advance. Under these circumstances, there was a concerted intervention by the government, capitalists and mine owners, and cities everywhere began to shrink their shipments of daily necessities and foodstuffs. The commander of the Western Military District devised a very simple but effective strategy and tactics to force the Freedom Front to take the initiative to stand up and fight them, just as his predecessors had forced the rebels, then known as the "Scarlet Army", to fight them a decisive battle more than a decade earlier.

The method is very simple, that is, no one, including any group or enterprise, is allowed to sell any food, medicine, or daily necessities to the people of the Freedom Front. Every large-scale shipment needs to be submitted by both the supply and demand sides, and will be accompanied by the military throughout the process. The aim was to push the Freedom Front into a corner and force them to climb over dangerous walls.

Now it seems that this trick is very effective, and as the commander thought, after the urgency, the people of the Freedom Front will consider whether to loot the villages and towns. If they choose to do so, they will reveal their whereabouts completely, and the military will be able to quickly target them and then eliminate them. The answer is yes, but both the state and the authorities believe that these cowboys in the west will let the Freedom Front know what the "western west of the empire is" in order to protect their lives and property.

The call quickly reached the nearest city and the military, and the commander of the Western Military District did not hesitate too much after learning the news, and immediately gave his own order. Then the Western Military District gathered the strength of a regiment and rushed towards the side of the town of Waxiu.

It was at this time, two hours away from the town of Washo, that Amon had returned to camp. As soon as he returned to the camp, Fenrir greeted him, and Fenrir knew that Amon had gone to see Doolin, and he didn't interfere too much, just as he didn't like Dorin's desire to continue to interfere and control his future life. But Amon had no intention of talking to Fenrir, who he saw as an unbeliever corrupted by selfish desires, a devil who would eventually sink to the bottom of hell, and he would not have much to do with such people.

Seeing Amon's attitude, Fenrir did not go further, he knew very well that the split of the Freedom Front had begun, and the moment it began was the moment it ended. They don't believe in any illusory things like pursuits, dreams, or beliefs, they only believe in the weapons in their own hands and the interests that exist in their eyes.

"Would you like to talk to him again?", Fenrir was asked.

Fenrir shook his head, withdrew his gaze from Amun, and turned to walk deeper into the camp, "Let him go, we're not all the way." It would be better if he was gone, at least now that the purpose of all of us is united. Let the leaders below come to my tent for a meeting, and we need to plan our next move......"

Amon immediately summoned people who believed in him and shared his thoughts and suitors, and left with them without informing Fenrir. This was what Doolin had told him, and when Dührin knew that a group of southerners further south, led by Fenrir, did not intend to keep their agreement, he made the final decision. He can pull up a group of unarmed slaves who can only be used as cattle, and he can also hold down this group of armed men who have been freed and armed!

His original idea was to create a news bomb through public opinion, to let all the people of the empire know that there were slaves in the western part of the empire, which would disgrace the empire and regress civilization, and defuse the panic caused by the Freedom Front and whitewash them. He was going to do it now, and he could do it better, but it all came with the premise that he would sacrifice those led by Fenrir.

At that time, there will be one more point of criticism in public opinion -- the western military and the state governments of the three western states tried to conceal such a horrific thing and completely eradicate these people before the public knew about it, and they did so. Unfortunately, they were not foolproof, as some of the slave-made members of the Freedom Front escaped and exposed the shady story to the newspapers.

Look, what a perfect solution, how much people hated the Freedom Front, one of the main culprits of the unrest in the West, before they knew the truth, how much pity they would have for those who died and those who lived. Death doesn't make the taste weaker, it makes the taste stronger, more intense to the point of pungentness. Only the sacrifice of these people can bring out the cruel attitude of the western world of the empire to these "slaves" from top to bottom!

Those social activists who stand on the moral high ground will probably be so busy that they don't even have time to drink water in the coming period.

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