The eastern outskirts of the City of a Thousand Pillars.

Winding trenches carved into the position like twisted centipedes, slicing the land in half.

Soldiers in steel helmets stood nervously in the trenches, rifles clenched in both hands, leaning forward, eyes constricted and staring into the wilderness ahead.

Although it was a rare sunny day in the rainy season, an invisible black cloud pressed over everyone's heads, whether it was the soldiers in the trenches or the fish in the Yongliu River.

Inside the front-line observation post.

General Alayan stared at the dirt slope in the distance with a frown.

The corners of his eyes were carved with deep wrinkles, the blackened bags under his eyes were slightly puffy, his pupils were cloudy like the water of an eternal river, and his sideburns hid a few wisps of silver. The haggard face looked like it had aged a dozen years overnight, and it was very different from the high-spirited look it had been a week ago.

Gopal, who was standing next to him, had the same expression, he had not slept well, he had always had the most ideas, but at the moment he seemed silent.

An entire contingent of 10,000 people was captured in formation......

This has never happened since the birth of a dynasty in Borneo!

This is not only a shame for a few of their officers, but also a shame for the entire Gray Wolf Army - and even for all the werewolves!

And what is even more worrying is that the more than 10,000 captured werewolf warriors.

Their captives were the most vicious thugs of Golden Gallen Harbor, a group of slaves who had been tortured to the point that they were distorted both physically and mentally.

God knows how the pride of the werewolves will be humiliated when it falls into their hands.

But even if they were worried about what happened to the lads, they could not afford to care about the poor fellows for the time being.

At the same time that the news of the defeat at the front reached the royal capital, His Majesty, who was far away in the heavenly capital, quickly sent a telegram, asking them to retreat 100 kilometers to defend the area around the Thousand Pillars City and stop all offensive actions against the alliance.

The City of a Thousand Pillars is the holy city of the Xilan Empire and the sacred place of all the survivors of the province of Borneo, and the iron ropes wrapped around the totem poles symbolize the blessing of the land, and a large number of devotees visit this place every year to pray for peace and tranquility.

Once the alliance is allowed to take this place, not only will the royal family of the Xilan Empire be swept away, but the stability of the entire province will be seriously affected.

In the name of doomsday, a mob of burning and looting will sweep across the province of Borneo.

In any case, this colony must not fall into the hands of the Alliance!

General Alayan is ready for a decisive battle.

At this time, his adjutant trotted in from the trenches in the rear, panting and giving a military salute.

"Report! The buildings in the combat zone have been emptied, and there is not a single bunker or field left on the entire front! I assure you, not even a single mouse can see a survivor except our people! ”

Alayan nodded, not asking where the survivors were sent to, but continued to raise the telescope in his hand and stare to the east.

There was silence, except for a few abandoned and dilapidated houses, and there was not a single trace of human smoke in sight.

Gopal, the staff officer standing next to him, finally spoke.

"The coalition has complied with the ceasefire agreement...... It seems that they still don't want to make things too big. ”

There was a hint of joy in his voice.

However, almost as soon as he finished speaking, a looming shadow of dust appeared in the distant wilderness.

The moment they saw the shadow of the dust, all the officers in the observation post were stunned, and Alayan, who was the first to come back to his senses, shouted loudly.

"Prepare for battle!"

At the same time that the roar fell, a piercing alarm sounded on the trench more than ten kilometers wide.

The machine gunner, crouched on the machine gun bunker, hurriedly loaded the chain, and the gunner hurriedly turned the winch, almost grinding the winch into sparks.

Soldiers with rifles rushed out of the blast bunkers, their chests pressed against the edge of the trenches, their terrified eyes pointing out with their rifles.

A dazzling bayonet glittered in the scorching sun.

Everyone was nervously staring at the approaching shadow of dust, waiting for the order to fire, and silently praying in their hearts that the order would not come.

Most of the people here have experienced the great escape on the banks of the Yongliu River, where tens of thousands of people were chased by 200 men, and some even jumped into the river.

The memory of fear is deeply ingrained in the hearts of every wolf soldier.

No one wants to experience the fear of that day again......

Alayyan's face sank like water, and he didn't say a word, as if he was thinking about something. Gopal, who was standing on the side, was sweating profusely, and his hands holding the binoculars were shaking.

It's the front line—

He swallowed and said nervously.

"General, if the alliance brazenly tears up the ceasefire, this is the front line, and we will at least go a little back-"

In fact, they have torn up.

Until a formal ceasefire is signed, the Coalition soldiers are not allowed to set foot in the Golden Gallen Harbor, and the only thing that needs to be determined now is whether the man is from the Coalition or the puppet army of rebels and thugs.

"Wait."

Alayan interrupted him, staring intently ahead.

The shadow of dust was finally near.

An armored off-road vehicle painted in desert color caught the eyes of the officers, and stopped about a kilometer from the trench.

Some of the sharp-eyed soldiers in the front position could even be seen with the naked eye, and sweat could not help but ooze from the palms of the rifles holding them.

While everyone was waiting with bated breath, the door pushed open, and a soldier in an exoskeleton jumped out of the car.

He carried a flagpole on his shoulder, three people tall when unfolded, with a golden strip drawn on the blue background, and the infestation of the Alliance in the upper left corner.

When all the officers saw this, they were stunned for a while, and they didn't know what he was going to do. The soldiers in the trenches were in their hearts, and despair was about to come out.

There is no doubt about it –

That exoskeleton is the one of the Alliance!

They didn't even change into civilian clothes......

The wind blowing along the Yongliu River blew the flag to the sound of hunting, and [Zero Chong] unfastened the visor and eyepiece of the helmet to breathe, and as a result, he was almost not smoked.

Smiling awkwardly at the silent and solemn trench in the distance, he closed his mask back on, and slammed the three-man flagpole into the soil beneath his feet.

Driven by the exoskeleton, the flagpole poked as deep as a man into the soil, not only beside the Yongliu River, but also in the hearts of a group of werewolf soldiers.

The soldiers and officers in the distant trenches watched, but none of them fired a shot, silently swallowing the humiliation.

An Imperial soldier gritted his teeth and tried to aim, but the Ten-Captain on the side reached out and grabbed the chamber of the gun, shook his head to stop it.

Gopal, who was at the observation post, swallowed again, smiled embarrassedly, and said with a pretended composure.

"They were restrained......

Alayan didn't speak, neither did the adjutant behind him, he laughed twice again and returned his attention to the telescope in his hand.

The soldier who had planted the flag returned to the cart, and a chain appeared to be thrown from the back of the cart, with something like a rake tied to the chain.

The off-road vehicle restarted, turned a corner on the spot, and galloped away in a direction parallel to the trench, with its back to the Yongliu River.

The huge tires tossed up the dust, and the taut chains clanged and plowed a ravine, neither deep nor shallow.

At this moment, the officers standing at the observation post finally understood what they meant, and anger crept up on every face.

The flagpole is where the ceasefire line is located!

In the face of the Empire's army of 300,000, they sent only one flagpole!

This is a provocation by Chiguoguo!

It is a provocation to the Gray Wolf Army and the entire Empire!

"These bastards!" The adjutant standing behind Alayan cursed, eager to rush up and shoot the cart in the ass, and then looked at General Alayan and said sincerely, "General! Give the order! It was they who tore up the agreement first! ”

Alayan didn't speak, but the Gopal staff officer who was standing on the side was startled when he heard this, and hurriedly spoke out to dissuade him.

"The ceasefire agreement has not yet been signed, and the order to keep the bandits in the envelope is only a unilateral request of His Majesty...... They were indeed not obliged to abide by agreements that had not yet been signed, and it would be inaccurate to say that they had broken them. ”

"Are we just going to watch these guys slip around under our noses?!" The adjutant clenched his fists angrily, "Not to mention what the soldiers think, how can we explain to Your Majesty?!" ”

"That's exactly what Your Majesty meant......," Gopal said in a low and hurried voice, coughing lightly, "remember the previous edict of the ceasefire?" The important content is written in the title, and the content is actually secondary......"

Alayan nodded silently, still did not speak, but silently lowered the binoculars, passed past the adjutant with a stunned expression, and left the observation post on the front.

Gopal was right.

A loyal courtier should be most sympathetic to His Majesty's painstaking efforts, and ability is not the most important quality.

If he really ordered to open fire, even if the 300,000-strong army poured out and crushed the Golden Gallen Harbor to pieces, even if he finally fought a high-raising victory, he would not end well, at most the weeds on the grave would be a few feet in three or five years.

And if you listen carefully to every word of Your Majesty, even if you fight the most stupid battle, you will be reprimanded for two sentences at most, and then you will be subjected to the saliva of the people of Tiandu, and in the end, most of them will be raised high and gently put down, and you will not really be punished in any way.

Isn't it the right thing for a courtier to do to share some infamy for the royal family?

Looking at the lonely figure who turned around and walked back to the trench, Gopal's face was slightly uncomfortable, although he was also relieved in his heart.

Sighing softly, he reached out and patted the wide-eyed adjutant on the shoulder, and also passed past the latter, following the general who was returning to the forward headquarters.

Today, the Yongliu River is calm and calm, and there is no war on the Eastern Front.

Later, an edict was issued, saying that the suburbs of the Thousand Pillars were breezy and occasionally the alliance armor broke in and wanted to cross the ceasefire line to sneak attack, but seeing that General Alayyan's defensive line was impregnable and had no chance to take advantage of it, he threw down his military flag and fled.

The poster was printed with a picture of the deserted escape.

The rolling dust raised by the wheels looked really hasty, and it could be regarded as rehabilitating the disgraced General Alayan and recovering some prestige.

In the middle of the night, the deserted off-road vehicle finally belatedly escaped along the coastline back to the port of Golden Gallen.

Looking at the shadowy lights in the distance, [Erliang Moonlight] sitting in the driver's seat yawned a long time, and muttered with a slightly sore arm.

“MMP！ Why is it that every time we do this kind of thing, we have a task of hanging hair with more money and less money. ”

[Mountains and Rivers into Dreams], who was sitting in the passenger seat, did not speak, but just subconsciously glanced in the rearview mirror, hoping that a certain "true newborn" would reflect on it.

However, perhaps because [Version Primitive] was sitting next to him, Zero Chong apparently didn't realize that the "True Primitive" was himself.

Obviously misunderstood the meaning of the captain's eyes, he straightened up from his seat and said with a fluttering eyebrow.

"I've been running for a day, and I'm going to go back and find someone to press?"

Shanhe coughed.

"Don't go into the villager's house again."

Zero Chong smiled and squeezed his eyebrows.

"Who is so bored to go into the villager's house, I mean there is a washing in the north of the city."

The [Version of the First Birth], who had just woken up, was stunned, and just heard the second half of the sentence, and subconsciously blurted out.

"Damn, who did it?"

Zero Chong smiled.

"It doesn't matter which talent he is, he guesses which life professional gamer he is...... Rest assured, the blue gopher does not lie to the blue gopher, it must be regular! The locals are not regular! ”

Since the last time I posted a battle report on the forum, there have been a lot of players coming to Golden Gallen Harbor recently, mainly those who are active in the area of Silvermoon Bay. Not only did they bring money and goods, but they also brought in some of the property there.

At present, the Golden Gallen Port is in ruins, and there are business opportunities everywhere.

Even if you can put an extra coat in the wardrobe and an extra pair of shoes in the shoe closet, in reality, it will be a huge amount of money to buy a suite.

Therefore, professional players from all walks of life also have their own talents, whether it is to make money from the locals or to earn money from their garrisons, almost all the ways they can come up can be thought of.

Of course, the industry run by the players is still relatively formal. After all, the circle of closed beta players is too small, and anyone will take it to the forum to beep for any thing, and it's still not good to be seen by the dog planner after all.

"Forget it."

Version Notosheng yawned boredly, changed his position, and closed his eyes again as if he was weak, "I'd better go back and continue to be irregular." ”

Moonlight: "?? ”

Zero Chong: "??? ”

Mountains and rivers: "......"

MMP！

How the hell did he get this bunch of the best!

……

Although a formal ceasefire agreement has not yet been signed, due to the restraint of the warring parties, a temporary ceasefire agreement has been put into effect in tacit understanding between the two sides.

Based on drone mapping data, players stationed at the port of Golden Gallen drew a territory with a total area of about 10,000 square kilometers using the port as a fulcrum.

Compared to the buffer zone proposed by the Xilan Empire, the announcements drafted by the players were much more straightforward.

They first announced the establishment of the Z Prefecture in the Golden Gallen Port area, and then claimed de facto control of the area in the name of the Golden Gallen Harbor.

Currently, the head of the Port of Gold Gallen is the head of the Bihari Chief, and the head of the security department for the port area and Tulip Street is replaced by the former duty chief Mandal.

With the exception of the President of the Court of the former Settlement, who was dismissed for refusing to serve the new authorities and replaced by a citizen who had served as a trial recorder in the Port District Court, there has been no change in the positions of the rest of the administrative departments, including customs, taxation, education, transportation, fire protection, etc.

In addition, a special civil defense office has been set up at the port of Golden Gallen.

The original Avengers 1st Corps was officially renamed the Militia Corps, which was under the command of the Civil Defense Office, but wartime command was held by Alliance troops stationed in the port.

Lassi, the former corps commander, was promoted to director of the Civil Defense Office, in charge of strategic dispatch and logistics, and no longer directly commanded front-line combat units and participated in front-line battles.

Although this guy is a talent, both in terms of motivation and execution, far beyond the other freed slaves, being too impulsive is also a problem that cannot be ignored.

Therefore, after discussing the forum, the players finally decided to move him a little further away from the front line and move him to the rear to sit in the office.

In this way, he will cultivate his military literacy, maybe he can use it in the future, and second, to prevent this guy from making small moves, such as shooting indiscriminately on the front line.

In this regard, with a series of personnel appointments arranged, the framework of a temporary district Z government was hastily erected.

Players who are good at things have even designed a new currency, the gallon, for the nascent regional regime, with a tentative exchange rate of 10:1 for silver.

That is, 1 silver coin is worth 10 gallons.

The reason for this is mainly because the Xilan Empire has closed its market to the Golden Gallen Harbor, and the purchasing power of the Xilan Currency in the local area continues to depreciate, and it is not like the French Fries Harbor that belongs to the territory of the Alliance, so it is still inconvenient for players to directly connect it to the Alliance's market.

After all, if you really do that, it will be tantamount to forcibly pulling a settlement of one million people into the "customs union," and it is difficult to say who will benefit whom in the end.

In contrast, getting an intermediate currency is a good option.

In this way, the port can formulate loose or tight monetary policies according to its own economic needs, and the inflation formed by the over-issued currency will not impact the market of the alliance, and at the same time, it can also reduce the impact of the depreciation of the Xilan currency on the finances of the settlement.

As for the original Silan coins, they can still circulate freely in the settlements, or the survivors can smuggle the goods needed from the port from other parts of Borneo Province according to their ability.

However, some imported goods, including food and production tools, that were "denominated in silver coins" from the Alliance, were purchased with gallons issued by the Port of Gold Gallon Authority.

At the same time, all financial expenditures in the settlement, whether it is personnel salaries or goods procurement, will be gradually changed from "foreign currency (Xilan coin)" to self-issued gallon coins.

Under the condition that the tax rate remains unchanged, the regional tax will also be replaced with the new legal tender according to the change of the settlement currency.

As for the right to issue currency, of course, it is held by the Jingallen Port Authority, and the issuer is the Port Bank of Jingallen Port.

Except for the vacant position of the city lord, the entire settlement has basically returned to the track of order from defense to public security.

At present, the law of the Union is temporarily applied in the settlements.

When the time is ripe, the "shareholders of Baiyue Company" will consider convening representatives of various local industries and strata to set up a representative council similar to Shuguang City, and formulate a "common law" suitable for the actual local situation based on the "fundamental law" of the alliance.

But let's be honest, although order in the Golden Gallen Harbor has returned to normal, the efficiency of this huge machine is still ridiculously slow.

Although the previous Governor Nehaq was a "bargainer", he was definitely a pure layman in regional governance.

This can be seen in the slum that runs to the edge of the Governor's Palace, where the entire settlement of millions of people is not even planned.

The guy would rather endure the stench of the neighborhood than divert a sum of money from the coffers to build a drain in the slums.

Not only that, except for the organizational structure of the customs and taxation departments, the entire Golden Gallen Port is still a little remarkable, and the rest of the departments are like decorations, and it is not even clear how many people there are under their hands and whether there are any......

……

Port District, formerly the Governor's Office.

Looking at the fire chief who was standing in front of his desk with a submissive face, Fang Chang couldn't help but ask by tapping the ledger on the table with his knuckles.

"Where's the money? I wonder where the money goes? ”

The man was taken aback, for fear that this guy would take out a gun and put it against his head, so he hurriedly said cautiously.

"Your Excellency...... Isn't the money, the money all in your hands? ”

He'd heard about it a long time ago.

The first thing the Iron Men did when they landed was to take control of the Guard Bureau, and then the big bank on Tulip Street.

All the 500 million dinars that His Majesty had stored there went into the pockets of these people, as well as the more than 100 billion silan coins, all of which became war reparations.

Fang Chang rolled his eyes and continued with a restrained temper.

"I asked you before! It is clearly written in the account book that the Governor's Mansion allocates 30 million Xilan coins to you every year for the fire protection of Jingallen Harbor, and you spend this budget every year, but I especially ask you how many fire stations there are in the entire settlement, and how many people who put out fires don't know! ”

"My lord, that money is mainly dispatched by Governor Nihak, I really haven't seen it!" The man was so anxious that he was about to cry, and kept wiping the sweat from his forehead, "As for putting out the fire...... The main thing is that the survivor groups in each city are responsible for themselves, and we don't have the money, so we can't change a fire brigade out. ”

Of course, he took a little, but it was far less than that of Governor Nehak, and the two were not an order of magnitude compared to each other.

Fang Chang narrowed his eyes, and although he had already expected it, he couldn't help but ask.

"What the hell is it that is in charge of yourself?!"

Not daring to make eye contact with the adult, the man's eyes wandered to the side, and he stammered and whispered.

"Each community has its own organization...... In the remote suburbs of the city, there are mostly elders in the clan who arrange a few young men to prevent disasters, and if it is a multi-ethnic neighborhood, it is usually a few strong guys who partner to collect fire money, and they will go wherever the fire starts. ”

Fang Chang looked at him stunned.

“…… And what about Tulip Street? ”

The man said with a bitter face: "The owners of those houses have their own servants, and the courtyard is watched every day, how can it be possible to let the fire burn." ”

Boy!

This autonomy rate is full?!

Fang Chang's whole person was shocked.

In general, the property fees and services of a community should be proportional, but during the Governor of Nehac it was completely reversed.

There are many tax items on the ledger, and the fire expenses are also recorded in the ledger, but the specific responsible units cannot operate because they have no money, so they have to delegate power and responsibility to more basic areas, so that local survivors need to form their own civil society associations to maintain the operation of basic public facilities, and spend money on the same thing again.

In a sense, Governor Nehac who was able to collect the tax was a talent, and so were the survivors of the settlement, and the excellent regional matchmaking mechanics in the wasteland matched them perfectly.

If Master Sid is allowed to lead these guys, he will get all the ABCDEF coins out, and the manager will stuff the drawers of President Malvern with white strips, I'm afraid that Boulder City will not go bankrupt, and maybe it will be able to fight back and forth with the alliance of the same period.

It's not impossible, and the natives who hope for the afterlife are like docile lambs, and it's no wonder that the Willantes treat them as friends.

Without slaughtering these guys severely, Fang Chang felt that his moral standards had improved a little because of Miss Dory.

In the past, he would definitely make full use of the rules of the game to squeeze them dry, and as for what the people here would do to him in the future.

Seeing the adult's eyes flickering, the man was faintly afraid in his heart, swallowed his saliva unconsciously, and said cautiously.

"Actually...... Slums rarely burn up, and you don't have to worry too much about those guys. ”

After a pause, he continued tentatively.

"I've lived here for so many years and I haven't seen a single fire, and I haven't heard of anyone killed by the fire. And they generally don't need fire to eat, and they don't use much hot water. As for the citizens, they don't live well without us, and it's not bad to have business as usual—"

"Then why should I keep you? Anyway, it's business as usual or not, and you're all the same. Unceremoniously choked back the words that this guy had said halfway, and Fang Chang threw the ledger on his chest in hatred.

Looking at the man who hurriedly took the ledger, he got up and left his seat, reached out and grabbed the guy's collar, staring at the dodgy eyes and said word by word.

"Within three days, I'm going to see a complete list!"

"There needs to be the actual person in charge of the fire protection problem in each street, and I need you to put every street in place, including the area they are actually responsible for, even if it has been demolished, and find them for me! Remember, don't expect to find a few random people to make up the numbers, we have our own informants at the grassroots level, we are not blind! ”

The man was sweating in a hurry, with an expression of almost crying.

"But, sir...... I don't have any manpower, the money is in the hands of Governor Nehak, and we're ten people in the whole department. ”

He even counted his youngest son, who was still an adult, otherwise the entire department wouldn't even be able to make up ten people.

"Then go and recruit someone! Recruit me twenty more! Remember, these twenty people are not allowed to join your clan! Not one! ”

"Yes, yes——!"

Looking at the guy who crawled out of the office, Fang Chang exhaled a mouthful of turbid breath in his chest, picked up the cup on the table and took a sip of tea.

These guys.

If it weren't for the fact that the others were worse, he really couldn't pick a tall man among the group of dwarves, so he could only pick the ones who were skilled in the business first, and he even wanted to cut them all directly!

Picking up the roster on the table, Fang Chang took a deep breath and yelled outside the office.

"Next! Pipe sewer ...... Prusad! Do you want to keep the in the pit to generate electricity? If you don't clean it up, I'll let you go down and swim! Let me in! ”

That hoarse voice was like a judge.

The people in the long queue in the corridor outside the office heard it, and their bodies shook in unison, for fear that it was themselves who were called.

But what should come will come after all.

"Yes, yes! My lord! I'm swimming! ”

The man whose name was shouted turned pale, trembled out of the line under the gaze of two militiamen with rifles, and entered the office door as if he had rushed to the execution ground.

The hoarse roar soon came again, and the officials standing in the doorway all craned their necks and closed their eyes, as if the spittle was piercing themselves.

Because the problem is pretty much the same -

It was as if they had already met what was going to happen next.

The two militiamen standing in the corridor carrying LD-47 couldn't help but yawn, and their eyes wandered aimlessly over everyone.

The presiding officer did not say what to do, but called them to come with the men who were doing the work, and then they came, but there was no further answer, except for a group of officials appointed by the former governor who were there with their necks shrunk and shivering.

It's almost time to start the meal.

I heard that I didn't eat beans or soil for dinner tonight, and I ate something called corn instead, saying that it was transported from Silvermoon Bay by a large cargo ship.

It was a foreign product that Xilan coins couldn't buy, only the old men could afford to eat it, and the two of them were already hungry and their stomachs were growling, and they couldn't help but mumble in their hearts.

When did you start shooting......

I went home brothers, I'm afraid that my schedule will be messed up again......

(End of chapter)