At the same time as the harbor was crowded, a cargo ship pulling cattle next to the dock was also crowded with ragged people.

Their expressions were dull and their eyes numb, like a two-headed cow stuffed with the cargo ship next door.

At this time, several men wearing exoskeletons boarded the deck.

One of them used a plasma gun to cut the chains attached to the iron door, and the other walked up to them, shouting from the speaker with his helmet turned on.

"You're free."

The deck was as silent as death.

In the face of the movement from the bow of the boat, the faces were indifferent, and they didn't even glance here, Lao Bai couldn't help but be a little embarrassed.

The players next to him exchanged glances and whispered to each other.

"You've got something in mind."

Clones of the Legion.

"Haha, let's go together."

Looking at Lao Bai, who didn't know what to say for a while, Fang Chang sighed, walked to the side and patted him on the shoulder, "You are so useless...... I'll do it."

After speaking, he stepped forward, looked at the group of people squatting on the deck, and shouted in human language.

"We are an alliance, an alliance formed by the survivors coming together."

Lao Bai looked at him in surprise.

Fang Chang gave him a reassuring look, looked down at the drooping heads, raised his voice and continued.

"Before coming here, we met some of your suffering compatriots, and we were impressed by their hard work, optimism, and bravery. No matter how bad the situation was, they never gave up...... The crowded and stuffy cabins, the endless journey, the white eyes of other people, and everything you can imagine."

"Then we found a place to take them in, gave them some wood and hay that they didn't need, and they soon built a bunch of houses on the beach. We then gave them land and seeds, and they immediately reclaimed it into farmland and plantations. All we have to do is give them a hand, and they'll know where to go next."

"I thought that since you were their countrymen, you would be somewhat like them, but when we stood here, you looked at me with the back of your head."

The sound was drowned out in the rolling tide.

Some raised their heads, but after less than a second of eye contact, they quickly buried their heads again.

It's like how dirty your eyes are.

Fang Chang looked at them with a bit of pity in his eyes.

Something similar happened in Boulder City, but when the whip came over, the people there would move, and even before the League came, the casino's blood flowed again and again.

It is precisely for this reason that even if Master Sid is powerful, he doesn't dare to go too far, and he still has to set up a name when it's time to set up a name.

But the situation in Borneo is quite different.

When the rope is put around their necks, they gladly accept it, pinning their hopes on the reincarnation of the next life, and even learn to breathe with their buttocks instead of their mouths.

"The Empire has enslaved your parents, your brothers and sisters, your wives and your children, and sold you to mines, quarries, plantations, and wherever they themselves do not want to go. And you crouched there, staring at the sea like animals."

"Were you born to do this? Look me in the eye! If you don't dare, look at the boat next to you, the pigs and cows in cages, what is the difference between your current bear appearance and them?

A herd of winning dogs in human skins made you squat, and you squatted honestly, do you know what we do in the valley province? We're going to skin it! Stew them into soup!"

"Only brutes deserve to be in cages, and you should let them roll in, not crouch on this broken ship for them!"

"Get up for me!"

The roar was like a thunderclap, shattering the waves that crashed on the boat, and also shattered the shackles that were wrapped around my heart.

The buried heads are finally

It was raised, along with a pair of knees that touched the deck.

Those raised pupils finally stopped dodging.

Some of them were stunned, some were surprised, some were burning with rage, and some were a little dazed.

But whatever it was, it was better than the muddy nightmares.

Looking at the pair of human eyes, and the people who were getting up from the deck one after another, Fang Chang nodded with a little satisfaction.

"Very well, it seems that you have some courage, although it is not enough, but we will lend you the part that is not enough."

As he spoke, he took a pistol from his waist and threw it at the group of people standing up on the deck.

Some ducked aside in fright, some crouched down with their heads in their hands, but others bravely reached out.

Eventually, a muscular man with short shaved hair snatched the gun.

He clutched the gun tightly in his hand and held it high above his head, staring intently at the exoskeleton-clad guy.

Fang Chang was very satisfied with this guy's eyes.

Generosity and bravery are things that can be pretended, but there is nothing wrong with subconsciously reacting, there are still guys worth saving in this group of mud that can't support the wall.

"Tell me your name!"

The bruises on his neck bulged, and the man roared with all his strength.

"Lassy!!"

The few players standing behind Lao Bai almost didn't hold back the expressions on their faces, but fortunately, no one noticed them while wearing helmets.

Fang Chang looked at the man with blazing eyes, and shouted loudly without changing his face.

"Good, Lassy! From now on, you are the leader of these people, the commander of the First Legion of the Avengers."

"Don't wait until tomorrow! Right now! We're going to pluck the dogs now, and behold what an ugly face lies beneath that skin!"

"Follow me! Go get your guns!"

"Oooh!!" Almost as soon as the words fell, a deafening roar erupted on the deck, and a pair of cloudy pupils were completely ignited with anger and longing.

They looked feverishly at the man standing at the bow of the ship, as if looking up to their gods.

Several players standing behind Lao Bai and Fang Chang exchanged glances in surprise and whispered in the communication channel.

"Good fellow."

"What is Elder Brother Fang doing in reality?"

Lao Bai looked at Fang Chang with a hint of puzzlement on his expression.

"Aren't we here to rob the population?"

According to the original plan, the ships with slaves were sailed to the port of fries and it was over. There are their compatriots there, and naturally someone will teach them how to start a new life.

But to shoot them now is undoubtedly an extraneous thing.

Looking at the group of boiling slaves, Fang Chang said softly with a smile.

"What's the use of bringing these people to Port Fries? Do we need slaves? For the decay they just looked, I would be too expensive to give me 1,000 dinars."

Lao Bai just wanted to say that he could actually use the method of the homeless house, but he quickly thought that it was too slow for the situation here.

While it has been proven that the House of Exiles has helped a large number of slaves who are unable to take care of themselves to acquire a skill and reintegrate into the society of the Union, the way it operates is itself predestined, and its carrying capacity has a limit.

Moreover, there is a premise for the implementation of this thing, which is that the local survivors are willing to save themselves and are willing to help others who are suffering as themselves.

The people here can pick up any one of them, and as long as they can stay alive, they feel that there is nothing wrong with them, and when they catch a half-dead guy who comes out, everyone else thinks it's his own problem.

Perhaps only by letting them shed a little blood can there be a little hope of ending this cycle.

But only a little.

Seeing that Fang Chang seemed to have an idea, Lao Bai continued to ask.

"And what are you going to do next?"

Fang Chang glanced at the few boats next to him and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"There are a few more ships there, and when they are shot, I plan to send a team to take them to attack the largest prison in the settlement."

Camp Lowell on Blackwater Street.

According to an updated post, the camp was a shelter for thousands of survivors more than a century ago, and some locals believe that it was the forerunner of the settlement of Golden Gallen Harbor.

However, whatever the camp used for in the past, it is now the private property of His Majesty the Emperor of the Xilan Empire, and is under the care of the Governor's Palace.

In addition to the Moon Clan, who were persecuted for inexplicable reasons, there were also a large number of bankrupt debt slaves and some prisoners with special statuses, the number of which even accounted for 5% of the entire settlement!

A month earlier, the concentration camp that had been captured and burned down by the White Bear Knights was nothing more than a "warehouse" for temporary slaves, and it was not heavily guarded.

Camp Lowell was the source of the slave trade in this settlement.

Before they could enforce the laws of the Alliance, they had to pull out that place first, otherwise it would be a waste of expression to do anything.

As a symbol of royal authority, the capture of Camp Lowell was also significant in reinvigorating the confidence of the local resistance.

Looking at Fang Chang, Lao Bai Chi asked:

"They haven't been trained yet, so is this going to be too early for them?"

"Now, they are only facing some jailers and the city guards who have been crippled by us, and it may not be possible to wait a few more days."

After a pause, Fang Chang continued:

"And before they train, they need more confidence. We need to make them realize that their enemies are vulnerable!"

The slaves on the ship disembarked in droves, and the merchants on the edge of the harbor saw it but were eager to see it.

Especially a few big noses from the west coast, seeing that the people of the alliance actually drove the slaves on the ship, they immediately shouted urgently.

"What are you doing! That's my slave!" A Willant merchant shouted angrily.

Fang Chang, who walked down from the dock, happened to see the guy who was screaming indignantly, and threw the shackles that had just been untied into his arms.

The shackles smashed in his chest The Willant merchant subconsciously took it with both hands, and looked up to see the soldiers of the alliance dragging wooden boxes containing munitions from the warehouse, smashing open the iron cables and taking out the rifles inside, and directly distributing them to his group of slaves.

The merchant's face turned pale, and he almost didn't spit out a mouthful of old blood.

Of course, he recognized the wooden crates, which he had delivered to the port warehouse yesterday in exchange for the payment for more than 1,000 cattle.

Looking at the monkeys holding their rifles and falling in love, he gritted his teeth, and finally swallowed the breath, retracting into the crowd and not daring to squeak again.

Facing the pair of eyes that were staring at him, Fang Chang cleared his throat, raised his hands and continued:

"This is our conflict with the Empire, and it has nothing to do with you. We fight ours, and you continue to do your business, even ...... From now on, the tax revenue at the port will be halved."

"Of course, the slave trade is not going to work, we don't recognize human ownership of people, and we don't welcome any slave traders."

"But if you're willing to go to Silvermoon Bay and get here a shipment of the goods we need, we'll make sure you'll make a lot of money."

"We'll pay in dinars or silver."

After throwing these words, Fang Chang instructed the players who were proficient in human language to register the identities of all those who planned to pass through the dock, and then went to the next ship.

At the same time that the identity registration was completed, the slaves who had flocked to the port were also armed, and a team of 2,000 men was armed.

While most of them were armed with bolt-action rifles, only a few were armed with automatic firepower such as bladed assault rifles and PU-9 charges, and most of them were unreceiving

military training, but at the moment their will to fight is as high as a flame.

In addition to the two thousand people, more people who had not been assigned weapons also followed behind with sticks and killing knives, looking murderous.

Except for the elderly, women and children, almost everyone stepped forward, ready to liberate their compatriots and families with a lot of anger in their hearts.

Now they are completely twisted into a rope with one breath, and at this time, if there is even a second of hesitation, it is possible to break this taut rope.

Looking at Lassy, who had walked in front of him with a rifle in his arms, his face flushed from shortness of breath, Fang Chang patted him on the shoulder.

"Don't be afraid, we'll fight alongside you."

After speaking, he shouted loudly to the Killing Seven and the more than 100 brothers of the Burning Corps who were ready to go:

"Now! Cover our Avengers and head towards Camp Lowell! Go and free the imprisoned slaves!"

The slaves with their rifles let out an earth-shattering roar.

"Oooh!!"

At twelve o'clock in the afternoon, with the sound of a cannon that pierced the silence, the second phase of the Burning Corps' offensive officially began, two days earlier than originally planned

The area currently controlled by the Burning Corps is mainly concentrated in the streets named after tulips near the port, separated from the rest of the city by a ring road called "Knight Road", and the governor's palace to the northwest is used as the fulcrum to monitor the large area north of the port of Golden Gallen.

Rather, the area currently controlled by the Coalition resembles an irregular pentagon, and Camp Lowell is located on the northeast side of this pentagon.

If Camp Lowell is captured, the Coalition's de facto control area will be able to extend at least a kilometer further northeast, and form an angle to the Governor's Palace to the northwest, creating a line of control parallel to the coastline on the map.

At this moment, General Abinan, who had retreated to the slums, had no idea of the Alliance's intentions, and was still trying to gather the few remaining subordinates and the strong men who had just been brought in to plan a counterattack to rescue the Governor and the group of old men who lived on Tulip Street.

If he still wants to live, this is the only way for him.

However, at this moment, a mortar shell suddenly "swished" and landed on the newly built defensive line.

With a bang, the sandbag wall piled up in the middle of the road was instantly overturned, and several Imperial soldiers behind the sandbag wall fell to the ground.

Before the hundred-man squad stationed in the street came to their senses, the whistling bullets whizzed along with the noisy gunfire, followed by a deafening shout of killing at the other end of the street.

"Kill!"

"Lao Tzu fought with you!"

"Whoa!!

Listening to the shouts and shouts of the mountains and tsunamis, the Imperial soldiers who were hiding behind the bunkers were blinded.

If they were not mistaken, they landed at the port with less than a thousand soldiers.

However, listening to the painful shouting of killing that shook the eardrums, how did it feel like there were tens of thousands of people charging towards their positions?

General Abinan, who was in command, was also dumbfounded.

His position at the moment is much clearer than that of the front-line soldiers, and the cannon fodder rushing towards their position is not the Alliance at all, they are clearly lowly Moon Clan slaves!

Realizing this, his heart suddenly burned with rage, and he clenched his fists tightly, these despicable and shameless villains!

Sending the weapons of the Empire to those lowly slaves!

And those slaves are also stupid and unaware, they don't understand what they are doing, and they are willing to be cannon fodder for a group of robbers, stabbing the empire standing behind them!

"Fire on me! Blow up these *** things!"

He roared and ordered the gunners to open fire, while he himself retreated with his guards to avoid the menacing edge.

The three 100 guns mounted on the street instantly spewed out angry tongues of fire, and three thick tracer rays pounced on the crowd, instantly blasting out a field of blood in the crowd

The gap.

However, the bloody scene did not discourage the charging crowd, and there was a natural sense of alienation from death that was too close and too far away.

Especially when the hot blood sprayed on his face, looking at the enemy who was close at hand, the anger burning in his pair of pupils became even more intense.

The guys never thought of them as human beings, and the tag around their necks didn't even catch up with the two-headed cows.

In that case, they naturally don't have to treat them as human beings.

"In the province of River Valley, we'll skin dogs and jackals and make them into stew! Feed the dogs with soup from their bones!"

"Rush forward! I'll show you if you're worth saving!"

The roar silently drowned out the hustle and bustle of the crowd, and in just half a minute, the angry Moon Clan slaves stepped over the scattered sandbag wall.

They were even faster than the allied mortars, and in just a few breaths they stabbed bayonets into the chests of the artillerymen, smashing their skulls with scimitars that scraped fish scales, avenging the hundreds of compatriots who had fallen in the street.

Looking at this group of angry beasts, both the soldiers of the city defense army guarding the position and the survivors of the onlookers were dumbfounded.

Abinan's eyes were full of fear, his hands and feet were cold and trembling and numb, and his lips were open and closed for a long time.

The adjutant, who had withdrawn from the front, ran to his side with a confused face, looked at General Abinan with a panicked expression and said:

"Sir...... Those slaves have gone mad! We alone are no match for them at all! Let's withdraw!"

He was accompanied by several machine gunners who had narrowly withdrawn from the front line.

Guided by drones, coalition mortars accurately sent away the machine guns they had hidden in slum mud houses.

Now they had less than four hundred soldiers left, and the rest either fled or fell to the ground, and there was no hope of a counteroffensive.

Abinan's Adam's apple swayed up and down, and despair was written on his wrinkled face.

"Withdraw......" It took him a long time to squeeze the word out of his throat.

He was given death by His Majesty to leave a whole corpse, and when he was caught by the mob, he was afraid that he would have to be chopped up and thrown into the sea to feed the fish.

With the order to retreat, the soldiers of the city defense army who were guarding the slums and fighting with the mob were instantly defeated, and the embarrassment of losing their armor was almost not the appearance of a regular army.

Lassy, who led the slaves forward, was also shocked by the performance of this group of guys who usually look like dogs pulling their crotches at the moment.

It turned out that it was such a group of vulnerable things that enslaved them.

"Forward!" Looking at the scattered and fleeing city defenders, Lassi shouted at the freed slaves behind him, "Advance towards Camp Lowell!"

He was responded to by a deafening roar.

"Forward !!"

At the same time as the city guards collapsed, Sunil, the warden of Rowell's camp, had already seen the scene from the watchtower on the south side.

He had been standing here since the cannon fired.

And when he saw the mob stepping over the barricades placed by the city guards on the main road, he immediately broke out angrily.

"This stupid donkey! Usually when you brag about it, the cowhide booms, but when it's really time to come in handy, you can't even clean up a group of cannon fodder!"

After scolding, cold sweat broke out from his forehead.

Because at this moment, he saw the mob scattered in the slums, gathering in the direction of Blackwater Street.

It's clear that those guys are eyeing this.

These creatures don't know whether they live or die......

How dare you hit your majesty's pocket with your thoughts!

The jailer standing by was shivering, and his back was covered with hot sweat.

"My lord, what should we do?"

There were people in that gang of thugs who he had called, and he didn't dare let those guys catch them. If it weren't for Lord Sunil watching, he would have sneaked away a long time ago.

In fact, he's not alone

I thought about it.

When they saw the mob pouring out from the direction of the port, many clever people had already guessed what had already taken advantage of the chaos to slip through the back door.

Sunil gritted his teeth, a hint of struggle flashing across his fierce face, but in the end the fear of authority prevailed.

The nearly 50,000 slaves imprisoned here are all the property of His Majesty, and among them not only the cheapest labor slaves, but also many high-quality and valuable goods, even if all of them are sold cheaply, they can be realized for two or three hundred million dinars, and this is almost equivalent to the total export volume of the port of Golden Gallen in a year.

If this money is lost, even His Majesty will be furious, and even if it is a light haircut, his whole family will be reduced to slavery.

Cold sweat broke out from his forehead, and seeing that the group of thugs had been killed in front of him, Sunil shouted loudly:

"Prepare for battle!"

There was a touch of despair on the face of the jailer beside him, but in the face of the fierce pupils, he could only show all the courage to cry and shout, "Yes!"

Normally, when a resident of Harbor Goldgallen sells his entire fortune and is unable to pay his debts, and the creditors are pressed to do so, the Governor will mercifully buy the "bad debt" in His Majesty's name at a price acceptable to a creditor.

If the debt-ridden survivor is able to repay His Majesty's debts within the grace period, then he can regain his freedom.

And if not, then the infamous Camp Lowell is his final destination.

The "prisoner" here is more like a commodity to be picked upon, and labor is usually sold wholesale to interested buyers at a uniform price, while some goods with special talents or good looks are marked with a slightly higher price for real buyers to pick up.

The guards here usually do not blatantly abuse the prisoners, but at best inflict the necessary corporal punishment on some lazy slaves.

However, it is certain that the treatment of those who have not been able to sell will get worse and worse, and if they are not bought for a year, then no matter what talent they have, they can only live in a pigsty, or be sent to a mine where no one can come out alive.

Therefore, whenever the door of the camp was opened, the prisoners of the camp would tense their nerves and rush to the edge of the iron fence in anticipation.

However, unlike usual, the gates of the camp were closed today, and there was no movement at all.

What's going on?

……

Almost all of them had such doubts in their minds, until the deafening sound of artillery and gunfire rang out outside the walls.

A group of jailers ran in the direction of the wall in a panic, standing behind the cover of the wall and firing into the street, but the fire outside was as fierce as a tsunami, and in just a few minutes, dozens of people fell from the wall, leaving a shocking bloodstain in the open space in front of the door.

The slaves in the camps near the gate were startled and hid away from each other, and the outside of the camp was in full swing at the moment.

The Moon Clan besieging Lowell's camp had left behind more than two hundred corpses, and casualties continued to mount.

Their combat effectiveness was not very strong, and it was only by relying on their numerical superiority and temporary ruthlessness that they were able to defeat the city defense army that had been beaten down by the alliance.

Although the training of the jailers in Rowell's camp was far inferior to that of the city defense army led by General Abinan, the victory was that it was fully organized and relied on the favorable terrain to cause a lot of casualties to the "Avengers First Corps" that attacked the fortified position.

Seeing that the mob was just thundering and raining, Warden Sunil, who was lying on the watchtower, finally regained his courage and shouted in the direction of Blackwater Street.

"Haha, you shameless betrayers! Trying in vain to break through the fortress! I don't think you're waking up! Wait, the Grey Wolf Army stationed on the banks of the Yongliu River is on their way here, and you will pay for your atrocities today!"

Hearing the prestige of the Gray Wolf Army, many Moon Clan people subconsciously showed a trace of timidity on their faces, including Laxi, who was the head of the regiment.

But that trace of cowardice is just a trace, and there is no way back for them to come here.

Looking at the camp that has not been attacked for a long time, in the distance

The Murder Seven, who was watching from the sidelines, couldn't stand it anymore, put down the telescope in his hand, and said in the communication channel.

"Don't we really help them?"

According to this style of play, it is estimated that many people will die.

A calm answer came from the communication channel.

They need to do it themselves, and no one can help them...... Give them the captured 100 guns.

Murder Seven nodded.

"Yes!"

On the other side, on the corner of Blackwater Street, the Moon Clan warriors gathered behind the bunker began to organize a third round of attacks, and Sunil, who was hiding on the watchtower, saw that they had nothing to do, so he became even more unscrupulous, shouting and shouting outside the wall.

"It's useless! Give it up! You despicable and lowly slaves! You don't even know how to aim! Come and hit me! Come on! Phew!"

Despite his shouting, he didn't leak his head out of the edge of the bunker, and only the concrete wall that was thirty centimeters thick could give him enough security.

The walls of Camp Lowell are five stories high, made entirely of concrete, and nearly two meters thick at the thinnest point.

There were 500 jailers stationed in the camp, and they could get a team of 100 people without a wall, and they could leave a team of people to respond flexibly.

With the ammunition stored in the arsenal, he can stay here until he is old!

Staring at this fortress that could not be attacked for a long time, a trace of solemnity appeared on Lassy's face.

They had used every means at their disposal, including throwing Molotov cocktails filled with pine nut oil and phosphor powder, assembling improvised trebuchets, and even using smoke.

It was only then that several Lunarians with shovels on their backs pushed a 100 cannon out of the narrow alley.

"The brothers of the Alliance gave us this!"

Lassy's eyes lit up and he shouted to the group of comrades beside him:

"Who's going to shoot!"

Obviously no one will!

But after a brief hesitation, a dark, thin man raised his hand. "I've seen the city guards fire their cannons! I can try!"

Lassi did not hesitate, and immediately grabbed him by the shoulder, pulled him to the side of the artillery, and pointed to the gate in the distance.

"Over to you!"

The man nodded nervously, picked up a pointed piece of ammunition from the ammo box, stuffed it into the chamber from behind, and pulled the bolt.

Beckoning the warriors to aim their guns at the gate, he picked up the Vulcan and quickly ran to the side, shouting loudly at the same time.

"Fire!"

As the words fell, he pulled the fire rope hard, and the flames of the explosion flashed through the entire alley, shaking the houses next to them.

A thick tracer instantly slammed into the gate in the distance, leaving a large hole in the iron door that was recessed inward!

Lassy, who stood up from the dust with her ears covered, was overjoyed when she saw the pierced iron door in the distance.

"One more shot! Quick!"

Without his orders, the artillerymen who were on the verge of danger were already thinking about moving the shells out of the chamber and reloading the guns.

Seeing the iron gate with a hole in it, Sunil who was lying on the watchtower almost peed his pants in fright, and his face no longer had the smug feeling he had before.

At this moment, a second cannon rang out, and another orange-yellow tracer rushed towards the closed iron door.

This was followed by a third shot.

Finally, after five consecutive shots, the iron gate finally collapsed backwards in a state of overwhelm, kicking up billowing smoke and dust in the clearing.

Seeing that the gate was destroyed, the Moon Clan, whose morale was shaking, suddenly regained their hope of victory, and held their rifles towards the collapsed gate.

"Kill!!

The shouts of the waves even shattered the smoke.

Looking at the mob that was pouring in like a tidal wave, the defenders guarding the fence finally couldn't hold back the fear in their hearts and began to retreat.

"Hold it for me! Never

Let them in!"

Fleeing from the watchtower, Sunil yelled at the retreating jailers, but could not stop the rout.

The jailers at the northeastern wall opened the gate with all their might, desperately fleeing in the direction of the slum outside, throwing their clothes and guns on the ground as they fled, leaving the survivors watching the excitement to loot.

Looking at the thugs in front of him, Sunil could no longer see a trace of arrogance and arrogance on his face, only fear and pleading, and he stammered and couldn't even say a complete sentence.

"I, I'm forced...... I am also under command......

Before he could finish speaking, the butt of a rifle beckoned to his head, smashing him backwards with a burst of stars.

"I'll it!"

The crowd rushed up, stripped him of his clothes, and slashed him to death and hung it on the watchtower where he had been squatting.

One by one, the cages of the slaves were opened, and the expressions on the faces of the slaves were at first bewildered, but soon joined them in the face of the familiar compatriots.

The guards who surrendered were gathered in the open field for execution, and no matter how much the guys begged for mercy, no one listened.

Carried away by their anger, the Moon Clan killed the Emperor's lackeys in the most brutal way to pay tribute to their compatriots who died in the battle.

There was an uplifting cheer in the middle of the dove-like cage, and the slaves, whether they were Luna or not, joined in.

Killing Seven, who was standing from a distance and watching, once again reported on the battle situation on the front line.

"Camp Lowell has completely fallen, I think it's better to take over as soon as possible, and I'm afraid there will be a big mess if they continue to make trouble."

Fang Chang's voice came from the communication channel.

"Well, this area is up to you, as well as the placement of the freed slaves, and the matter of training, we need them to have a certain amount of combat effectiveness before the regular army arrives."

Murder Seven made a helpless expression.

"You've really picked an easy job for me."

Fang Chang said with a faint smile.

"Do a good job, I'm optimistic about you!"

"I'll try."

Hanging up the communication, the Murderous Seven beckoned, and walked in the direction of Camp Lowell's with a group of brothers armed to the teeth behind him.

It's an unorganized ***.

They don't have a workers' union like the Boulders of Boulder City, and a villain book that can barely be called a guiding ideology.

If left unchecked, the violence that has nowhere to be unleashed will soon be vented on the ordinary survivors around who don't think much of a big deal about the excitement.

After all, when they were enslaved, those people were watching from the sidelines, and now that they have guns in their hands, it is difficult to say that they will not spread their temper on those who are weaker than them.

Almost surely.

Looking at the survivor named Lassi standing in the middle of the camp, the Killer Seven stepped forward and handed him one.

Lassi was stunned for a moment, and when she saw that it was the friendly soldiers wearing exoskeletons, she immediately grinned, took the cigarette and put it to her mouth.

"Thank you, brother, you will always be our brothers, and we will always remember your help to us today!"

"I hope you think so." Killing Seven took out a match and lit it for him, and then lit one for himself.

Quietly finishing his cigarette, he looked at the beast-like eyes and continued.

"You have achieved a phased victory, as you can see, the empire is just a paper tiger, and the emperor's men are a bunch of unseeded eunuchs, rats and dogs in human skins."

"But even with a pack of dogs in human skin, it's not easy for you to defeat them again and again. Remember, a hungry wolf can win once or even twice, but only people can keep winning."

Lassi frowned.

"What do you mean?"

Murder No. 7: "That's what it means

Yes, restrain your men, the slaves here are not your spoils, they are your compatriots...... I don't think I need to be reminded of this."

"Of course!" Without hesitation, Lassi said, "How could I be like those beasts."

"Ideally, I hope that our investment is a good deal, at least it won't cause us some problems of our own." The Murder Seven reminded in as tactful a way as possible.

This self-defense counterattack is only authorized by the Alliance Constitution and the Player Handbook, and the player has the right to make limited counterattacks against any "neutral forces outside the white list" that actively attack the player.

There is no clear definition of the limits of a counterattack.

The fact that the dog plotters didn't stop them shows that they didn't break the rules of the server.

But whether it is against the will of the manager is difficult to say.

After all, this is a military operation without the authorization of the administrators.

In the end, the alliance does not follow the "imperial route", but to unite the suffering survivors, and as for how to unite, this scale is in the hands of the players themselves.

Not surprisingly, the administrators should have received a report from the Ox Horse airship by now.

At present, no one has received an order to stop the military operation through the mission system on the official website, which only indicates that the administrator has a neutral attitude towards this operation for the time being.

They have to do as little as possible that the manager will not like, whether it is an indirect result or a direct result.

Lassi frowned.

"Okay...... You tell me how to do it, and we will do it."

His thoughts were simple.

Eat people with a short mouth, and take people softly.

Everything they have in their hands is given by the people of the alliance, and there is a high probability that they will have to rely on the supply of the alliance for a long time in the future, and there is nothing wrong with listening to the arrangements of others.

Besides, he relied on his anger to hit him here, and he didn't actually have an idea in his heart about what to do next.

Kick the emperor out of the heavenly capital?

It's too far from here......

The Killer Seven nodded in satisfaction and shoved the rest of the pack of cigarettes into the flattered Lassy's hand.

"Now we're going to train you and help you build up your organization...... Also, do we need a few photos to match?"

Lassi was stunned.

"Photos?"

Killer Seven nodded again, looking at the pigeon cage with the iron door open.

"That's right, I'm just going to ask you to pick some poor-looking guys and go back to that cage for a while...... Five minutes is fine."

"You may be bored, but we need them to gag some people."