On the square in front of the castle.

Standing on the tower of the gate, you can see the crowd of people, and even the road to the square is blocked.

Since the promulgation of the Wartime Regulations, there has not been such a spontaneous mass gathering of the population for a long time.

No one is afraid that they will be caught as a strong man, or that they will be captured as a spy by the Earl of Kronway, appointed by His Majesty the King. It is only now that the war is over, and people dare to wander the streets without incident.

Looking at the gallows in the center of the square, the people gathered in the square excitedly exchanged their heads and talked about the gossip that other people had heard.

"Did you hear that Mattnier was sentenced to be hanged" "The baron"

"I remember that the Hunter family seemed to have died at his hands.

"His youngest daughter is so likable...... It's a pity that I was accidentally taken by that villain. "Poor Hunter, I heard that his eldest son died outside the city of Plenty, and that he was burned and that his body could not be found, and that he himself lost an arm while retreating, but unfortunately did not die on the battlefield." "20,000 people...... It's miserable. ”

"…… In the end, it turned out that the enemy helped him take revenge. "Phew! Matt Neel, this bastard! I remember him! My wife is just being ......."

A thin man scolded, but suddenly stopped talking halfway through. When the people around him heard this, they all came to their senses, and they looked at him sympathetically and curiously and continued to ask. "And then" "Tell me about it." ”

The man's face turned red, he was annoyed by the question, and finally held back a scolding and drove away the people who were surrounding him to watch the excitement. "Talk about your mother"

Next to the gallows not far away, under the gaze of a pair of eyes, the long-overdue "protagonists" finally boarded

field.

Five typical nobles, captured by Union soldiers, were pushed to the gallows by angry townspeople.

In the face of an inescapable death, even the most ferocious person could not help but turn blue and his lips pale. One of the barons closed his eyes, and the man next to him was so frightened that he peed his pants, and the stench that leaked from his trouser legs almost made the executioner who pressed him to the execution ground frown.

The ugliness of the five nobles made the residents in the audience burst into excited roars.

They had never seen such a deserved-looking person look so unbearable, and it was even more exciting than watching the crickets wrestling in the mire.

It turns out that these well-dressed people are also afraid of death.

These people are not as noble as they claim. In the face of death, they will also cry and beg for mercy.

But even if they begged for mercy, the angry citizens were not going to spare these hateful creatures. It was they who sent the young lads to the front, the fat cattle and sheep and the young girls to the barracks, just to curry favor with the Wilantes. These nobles did not dare to rebel against the rule of the Willantes, but in turn passed on all the suffering to innocent people. Five people. It's still too little to kill! Because there were no rotten eggs and rotten vegetable leaves to use, people had to pick up stones on the ground to vent their hatred, and in order to prevent these people from dying before they were executed, the militia standing nearby had to step forward to separate the crowd from the prisoners to be slaughtered.

The executioner read aloud a series of unspeakable crimes committed by these people during the war, including murder and arson, murder in the streets, and robbery of money, which further ignited the anger in the hearts of the people. "Kill them!

"Chop off their heads," "hang them on street lamps," "Listen to me quietly, and a man of about thirty or forty years of age, dressed in linen, walked up to the crowd." His name was Tauter.

He was a papermaker before the Wartime Regulations, and now because of his literacy, he was picked up by Union soldiers to serve as a delegate to the committee. "Friends from the province of the River Valley, tell us to be civilized, even against jackals and hyenas! We are also going to end their lives in the way of civilized people."

The five nobles were gagged, and they didn't even have a chance to quibble, and their necks were gloved by the meeting and put on the thick hemp rope at the mouth of the bowl.

Taute turned to look at the gallows and waved his right hand vigorously. "Execution!

Amid the cheers of the people, the planks fell heavily, and the soles of the five men were empty, their necks were torn off, and their lives of sin ended on the gallows. "Long live the Alliance!" Long live the Autonomous Committee!"

"Well Killed"

The crowd erupted in deafening cheers.

Several people in the crowd flashed and quietly walked away with a pale face. In the mansion, not far from the square, Earl Cronway stood by the window, his hand trembling against the eaves.

Now the Coalition executes only those who committed adultery during the occupation, and does not go on a killing spree in the palace.

But after the coalition is gone, these mobs with guns have gone crazy. In the past, in order to ensure the smooth implementation of the mobilization decree, he killed many people for His Majesty the King. What he fears most now is that those people will be liquidated

to his head.

Standing behind Earl Cronway, the gray-haired old butler whispered. "Master, I suggest that you should go out of the city to avoid the limelight in the near future." His master is the Red Man in front of His Majesty's eyes. But at this juncture, it's not a good thing to be too close to that bad old man. The attitude of the alliance is unpredictable

But the fact that they suddenly took the nobles of the city and gave their guns to the commoners was obviously not a good sign. Count Cronway did not speak, his eyes struggled, and finally he gritted his teeth and made up his mind. "I can't leave."

Looking at the surprised butler, Cronway paused and continued.

"Tomorrow...... The Iron Heart will be here tomorrow at the latest, and the Alliance's Supreme Commander, or even the Administrator, will most likely be on that airship. "The king can't do anything to say, and if he wants to live, he can only curry favor with his new master, otherwise it will be useless wherever he flees.

A look of sadness could not help but rise on the count's face. It's a pity that there is too little information about the Alliance. I don't know what that adult likes...... After the trial and hanging, Taute asked the boys with guns to drag the body outside the embankment and bury it somewhere.

If a family member comes, they will be thrown directly to them for disposal, but at this juncture, even if their family members want to collect the body for them, I am afraid they will have to wait.

At the behest of the Alliance, the Autonomous Council of Falcon City formed a new militia regiment.

Most of these militiamen were young men who had previously served in labor, and they belonged directly to the Autonomous Committee, and were mainly responsible for maintaining law and order in the city.

Looking at the gently swaying hemp rope on the gallows, Taote, who had calmed down, suddenly felt a faint chill down his back.

Only then did he realize that the Alliance had slipped something into his hands.

Killing these guys was really relieving, and he hated the guys who bullied them as much as the people did. But after the killing, he became afraid.

The Alliance can't stay here forever, if they do

What if he leaves, will His Majesty spare him, will those nobles spare him

"Straighten your back." Looking at Tao Te, whose face was slightly pale, Lao Bai reached out and patted him on the shoulder, grinned and said, "You have guns in your hands, what are you afraid of." ”

Taute said with a wry smile.

"Well, it's not a matter of guns...... After all, those people were nobles canonized by His Majesty the King.

"So, are they awakened ones, or do they have a few divisions in their hands," Lao Bai shrugged, "There is no king in the alliance, and we are doing well."

Taute and several other industry representatives around him were too frightened to squeak at this rebellious remark, but it seemed to make some sense when they thought about it. They have guns and are afraid of something.

Thinking of this, several people gripped the rifles in their hands tighter, as if they were holding their lifeblood in their hands.

Lao Bai smiled and patted the NPC named Taut on the shoulder.

"From today onwards, you will be the chairman, remember, even if one day we are gone, you can't just hand it over, not for us, but for the oppressed people behind you, don't let them down."

Taut nodded nervously. "I promise" Looking at the middle-aged man, Lao Bai nodded. They won't stay here for long.

The Falcon Kingdom is too far away for the Alliance, far enough for these people to use an imaginary bearded man as a manager.

After all, man needs to complete his own salvation. All they can do is throw a seed in the land.

As for what will grow...... That's up to them.

The "Civic Autonomous Committee" was only a small episode after the alliance occupied Falcon City, and the Burning Corps did much more than that under Chu Guangdi's instructions. All the equipment that could produce seamless steel pipes and stamping bullet casings in the entire royal capital was destroyed, and any factories or workshops related to the military industry or just a little bit of sidelines were blasted and demolished.

As for the craftsmen and engineers who were trained by the Falcon Kingdom...... It's never good to kill someone.

After talking to Chu Guang on the phone, Lao Bai decided to arrange a new place for these people to go to near Bicester Town to settle down.

Coincidentally, the spring commander, who had just arrived in the Wilhelm industrial area, did something similar unintentionally.

In the Wilhelm Industrial Park Park.

Since the surrender broadcast had already arrived in the area, when Izumi gathered three hundred-man teams to attack it, he found that the guards stationed here had been disbanded on the spot. Not a single security guard in the huge industrial area was nowhere to be seen. Inside the Royal First Foundry.

The workers were all sitting on the edge of the factory in a daze, and as soon as they saw the soldiers of the alliance enter, they immediately squatted on the ground honestly.

Seeing that these people were not good, the lower chief Bowman hurriedly stepped forward and said with a smile on his face. "Your Excellency...... We have surrendered. Izumi glanced at him. I know. "That was all last night. When the rotation went offline, he went to the forum to take a look, and knew that the Falcon Kingdom had surrendered, and the entire army of 80,000 was squatting outside Bicester Town. All the building materials that were sent there were used. Looking at the soldiers who rushed into the factory to rummage through the cabinets, the smile on Bowman's face gradually turned into anxiety,

Crying and laughing, he looked at the man in front of him. "That'...... So what are they doing here?" said the spring commander before he could speak, and I was standing next to him with a hippie smile on his face. "Come here to get the loot, what's the problem, the factory director has a crying and laughing expression. Take the loot, you go and rob those rich aristocratic grandfathers! What can you find in this factory? At this time, Kakarot, who was carrying a rifle on his back, walked back from the factory building in front.

"Two rifle production lines were found and running at full capacity – 300 rifles per day."

"Three hundred," I looked at him in the darkest surprise and muttered, "I can arm a team of 10,000 people this month." ”

"Almost." The Commander of the Springs nodded, looked at Kakarot and continued, "What about bullets and shells?" Kakarot: "The ammunition production line is also here, with a daily output of 200,000 or 300,000 rounds without a problem, as well as 100mm caliber guns and shells...... Thanks to their lack of resources, if the production line is opened to the maximum, I am afraid that this battle will have to be fought until next year.

The spring commander nodded and sighed.

"Good guy, there's a lot of good stuff in there." One thing to say, although those Willant people don't treat these outsiders as human beings, they can still support the vassal state of the Falcon Kingdom. The industrial equipment in this industrial park is obviously not made by the locals themselves, and most of them are transported from the west of the Great Desert.

Including steel mills, chemical plants, and more. If they were given a few sulphur and iron mines, they might be able to hold out a little longer. Unfortunately, there are no ifs.

If Oasis 2 was really that rich in resources, they wouldn't need to join the Legion, let alone expand externally. Just like the kingdom of the lions.

Looking at the rows of industrial equipment and various types of machine tools that the power system artists moved out of the factory, I suddenly said with a look of pity. "It's a pity to blow it up, why don't you move away." Listening to the life professional gamers, although they got some sophisticated production equipment and machine tools from the enterprise, the demand for some heavy industrial equipment is still there

Great.

It's not too much.

Kakarot gave the whimsical guy a stunned look. "Why do you move away," Kevin couldn't help but complain about the broken leg. "That's it, where to put it when I moved away" I scratched the back of my head.

"Isn't there an airship? What a big airship...... It shouldn't be difficult to hang up."

Before, in order to fit those gliders, the Iron Heart didn't carry much ammunition.

Now that these gliders have been thrown out, and they have come down with them, the free space can always be filled with something.

After thinking about it, the spring water felt that it made sense, and after thinking for a while, he came up with a compromise solution. "Those who can be moved are moved, and those who can't be moved are blown up" It is not easy to ship it back to the alliance directly, but it can be transported to the Honey Badger Kingdom next door first. Renting a plot of land shouldn't be too difficult.

If the Administrator intends to keep Bicester Town in their hands, it is best to resupply from the factories in the Honey Badger Kingdom.

With that, the spring commander walked up to the director and announced his decision.

"Although your equipment is a little behind and looks shabby, it can barely be used, so it's a pity that it just exploded."

Hearing that the corps commander was going to let go of these machine factory commanders' expressions, he was immediately overjoyed. However, before he could be pleased, the man in front of him spoke immediately.

"So we decided not to blow up what we could move, but only to blow up what we couldn't. You pick a few knowledgeable engineers for us and ask them to help us, which also saves everyone's time by the way.

I had never heard such a brazen request, and it was put forward so naturally, the factory director said with a sad face.

"Take me with you.

I didn't expect this guy to be so good, Izumi looked at him in surprise, a pleasant smile appeared on his face, and he patted him on the shoulder hard.

"Yes, no problem! I'm glad you're willing to give up the darkness and turn to the light, we can help you take your family with you."

Factory Director""

Without looking at the confused factory director, the spring water gave me the darkest look, and said in a special human language. "You follow this factory director to his house, remember to be polite."

I tightened the rifle on my back. "Okay!

”

It took longer than expected to remove the cables that were entangled in the propellers.

The Iron Heart stopped for nearly twenty hours seventy kilometers east of Falcon City, and finally arrived at Falcon City just in time for dusk the next day. "I'm sorry, my lord, Honorable Administrator, for keeping you waiting."

Standing in front of Chu Guang, the acting captain said awkwardly

Road.

When the manager asked him before, he confidently said that it would be repaired in twelve hours, but the tightrope turned out to be even more stubborn than he had imagined.

In particular, the airship continued to glide forward under the action of inertia, causing the spiral to turn in reverse and stir the tightrope, so that their engineers had to suffer from freezing in the cold wind for several more hours. "It's okay, it's just a little late." Looking at the Falcon City close at hand, Chu Guang, who was in a good mood, lowered his eyes slightly, and continued with a pleasant face.

"But next time, remember, when I ask you, give me the most confident answer." The captain stood upright with a solemn expression, his right fist pressed to his chest.

"Yes"

It's only been a few months since the Alliance got the Iron Heart, and the crew on the airship is even drawn from the Army and Air Force, so it's normal for the business to be unskilled. Chu Guang had no intention of harshly criticizing these hard-working subordinates. But this bad habit of bragging must be changed, and the road must not be narrowed like those Willantes.

Only by knowing the most true situation can he make the most reasonable judgment possible. That's why he chose to go to the front with his players. McClown, who was standing next to him, had mixed feelings. Only now did he finally understand the alliance's plan. But what complicated him the most was not the Alliance's strategic adventures, but the fact that his Iron Heart could still be used in this way

In particular, the tactics of that glider siege were simply eye-opening to him.

Looking at the bridge that was close at hand, McClen suddenly felt a strange feeling in his heart.

It was undoubtedly his Iron Heart, but he couldn't remember what the ships were. It has completely taken on the shape of a Union. While the bridge of the Ironheart overlooked Falcon City, the city's inhabitants and princes and nobles were looking up at the behemoth floating above the clouds.

The shadow that casts from the sky even covers the entire town in front of the castle.

Sitting on the throne of the castle court, King Montgoth

His eyes stared straight out the window at the approaching airship. It seems to have started after the hanging at noon.

He suddenly realized that although he was still sitting on this throne, he had lost control of the royal capital---- and the entire kingdom. First of all, the aristocrats. are all consciously or unconsciously moving away from him and turning to curry favor with the people of the Alliance. And not even just the aristocracy.

Even the servants in the castle, and even his pet dog in the castle, began to wag their tails at the "new master".

Thinking of this, the corners of King Montgoth's mouth couldn't help but curl up with a hint of self-deprecation. Speaking of which, it seems that this was the case when the Willantes came.

What an irony!

At this time, Myrdal slowly walked in from the outside. "Your Majesty."

Montgot looked at him and suddenly sighed softly. Myrdal knelt on one knee and said respectfully. "You will always be my majesty." Montgoth nodded in satisfaction.

"Very well, let's talk about it, I have something to report today." Myrdal stared at the ground for a long time with a complicated expression, and then spoke slowly.

"The Coalition's administrators will arrive at the castle in two hours, and it might seem more sincere if you were to greet him outside the castle in person." Montgot's face stiffened slightly.

Although I know Myrdal for my own good, but such as

Today's situation still makes him feel like he has overturned the five flavors in his heart. There was silence for a long time.

He grasped the armrests with both hands and slowly rose from his throne. The trembling movements were as if I had aged by a decade overnight...... From a majestic emperor to an old man who is about to die. "I see."

At the same time that the Iron Heart entered the Falcon King Capital, in the great desert of the Far West, an airship that was not inferior to the Iron Heart was slowly advancing.

Its name is "Judgment" and it comes from the distant city of Triumph.

Compared to the Iron Heart, its firepower is inferior

Not a few, neither that 400mm gun, nor a reservation for the installation of the nose gondola compartment.

However, although the ground support capability is slightly inferior, if it is an opponent of the "same type" airship, it will never fall behind.

The "phase energy rectifier" installed in the belly of the airship is capable of emitting a "quark gluon slurry" encased in a gravitational field.

Although it is not very lethal and has been around for a short time, it can effectively paralyze the deflection shield and anti-gravity device, which is based on the core principle of "graviton" and "gravitational field interference". It will be much more effective than the EMP, and it will be difficult to defend against by simple conventional means such as a "Faraday cage".

Weapons used in the aerospace field have long been "outdated".

Especially when dealing with xenomorphs and mutants,

extremely

It's not as good as black powder.

I'm afraid that only the Great Rift's Aegis system on the entire planet, and the Legion's own airship can put it to use.

In fact, strictly speaking, it only threatens the Legion's own airship, after all, a shield of the size of the Aegis system is not at the same level as this shipboard weapon in terms of power. Triumph rarely sends an airship of the Judge model to the front lines, except in exceptional circumstances where the Phase Cannon may be used.

Like now.

Although it departed a month later than the supplies sent to the front, the airship arrived a few days earlier than the slower trucks. Two people stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the bridge. The one on the left has a very thick beard, and there is a scald scar under the corner of the right eye, and his face looks very vicious.

His name was Joseph, and he was the general of the Eastern Legion, and was sent to succeed Griffin as commander-in-chief in the province of Luoxia.

And the identity of the other is even more incredible, it is the governor of Luoxia Province personally appointed by His Majesty the Marshal. Although he only needs to supervise an oasis of less than 70,000 square kilometers.

The two were chatting in a casual tone, but the words were all about testing each other. "I am not disgusted with the Eastward Expansionists, I even sympathize with them, but their stupidity is also a fact, and we are being dragged into a dangerous and unprofitable war." "What do you think should be done?" asked Joseph, looking sideways at the Governor. Cohen continued with a blank face.

"They should tighten their control over their vassals and try to avoid direct clashes with the businesses on the east coast before completely occupying the province of Luoxia. In fact, if it weren't for their greed to eat the Trailblazer and Vault 0 together, they wouldn't have ended up where they are now.

Joseph's eyebrows twitched.

"Then are we going to sit back and watch the company get Vault 0?"

Instead of answering the question head-on, Cohen gave an ambiguous answer. "It depends on what they can find from there."

He didn't believe that there was a master key that could solve all crises, and the problem of the wasteland was far from being solved by a few more black boxes. The Marshal also thinks so.

If that Vault 0 was that important, he wouldn't be here today. Joseph was slightly disappointed.

He still couldn't see through this guy what His Majesty the Marshal was thinking.

Knowing that continuing to ask will not lead to anything,

He simply said it bluntly. "So what kind of faction are you?"

Cohen replied succinctly.

"I do not belong to any faction, I will always be on the side of His Majesty the Marshal, and His Majesty's position is my position.

Standing behind the two of them, Captain Adria was embarrassed to find himself completely unable to interject, and could only pass the time by looking at the scenery outside the bridge.

A four-star general, a five-star governor, no matter which one he is, his status and backers are far from being comparable to his three-star captain. At this time, his adjutant trotted over and whispered a few words close to his ear. "The Iron Heart is over Falcon City."

Adria had a surprised look on his face. "McLaen is still alive," the adjutant said with an ugly face.

"I don't know, there's a flag on it that I've never seen before." Adria thought for a while and nodded. "Leave it to me.

As he spoke, he walked up to the two big men and said in a deep voice.

"My lord, there is Falcon City ahead, and the Iron Heart is in the sky above Falcon City, and judging by the banner it is hoisting, it should be from the Alliance." Cohen frowned.

In order to make himself a little more presence, Adria continued respectfully. "Do you want to fire?"

Joseph glanced at him and teased. "There are ideas.

Adria was stunned and looked at him blankly, not understanding what the general meant.

Looking out the floor-to-ceiling window at the boundless sea of sand and the silhouette looming at the end of the sea of sand, Cohen continued to order with a blank face.

"Slow down." Either to fight or not to fight. You'll have to figure out what's going on over there first. At the same time, in the vast yellow sand. A silver-gray power armor slowly raised its head, and cast its gaze on the glow in front of it, engulfed in rolling yellow sand.

His gaze was not focused on the black cloud, which looked like a building was falling, but through the black cloud

looked at the "Flying Fortress" that was moving forward. Yun Song's face gradually had a hint of solemnity written on it. "The people of Triumph City are coming.

”

The android soldier who followed slowly nodded. "Ah......" for a century and a half.

They're on the right side again!

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