"It's technology."

On Embassy Street in Dawning City, well-dressed boys and girls come and go on the street.

Occasionally, you can see one or two "glowing" clothes, which are thought to be "holographic suits" in Ideal City, and even the color of your hair can be switched freely.

"Technology is so good......

Duke Garawa, who was looking out the window at the Ideal City Hotel, suddenly sighed leisurely, and sighed coldly.

"If the empire's technology is stronger, the legacy left by the Human Federation to my empire will be more...... My people will not have to eat the soil, for it is a sin worker."

Yesterday, Dawning City's "Survivor Daily" reprinted "Red Earth", and he naturally saw it, although he only read the reprinted prologue - "L Biography".

Although the article deliberately smeared most of the ingredients, he had to admit that there were indeed some delicious and lazy guys in White Elephant City who couldn't even afford to eat beans.

But where are the slackers?

Moreover, this "Survivor Daily" is obviously the newspaper of the Alliance, but it has to report on the slackers thousands of kilometers away, but it turns a blind eye to the slackers in Boulder City who are separated by their drunken wives.

In this way, the "Dawning Garden" newspaper has to dare to speak the truth, more like speaking for the millions of suffering survivors of the alliance.

However, the kung fu is actually a trivial matter, and the Duke of Galava does not care about the denigration of the "Daily Survivor", but suddenly touches the scene when he sees the red clay.

It would be nice if there was a technology to produce nutritional paste.

It's said to be able to take things you can't eat and make them inedible, and it sounds very nutritious.

The more Duke Garawa thought about it, the more he felt that General Lowell was indeed not a good thing, and that the cost of surviving the survivors of Borneo Province was too low.

Farming requires paying taxes, but eating soil does not, and the entire process from production to circulation can be completed without the participation of nobles and noble-appointed officials, and even if he wants to, he can't intervene, which is unfair to those who farm the land.

「…… If that year it was freezing and snowy, and that Lowell guy didn't get the red clay out, but got some real technology, such as the production of nutritional paste, it wouldn't have made my empire as weak as this."

When he first heard the Duke of Galava's long sigh, Nyan still felt a sigh in his heart, but he was relieved to hear this.

This guy did read what he wrote, but luckily not much.

There are a thousand Boll in the hearts of a thousand readers, including Boll who sees what he sees differently.

And his duke is still playing steadily as always, and this time he treats technology as red soil in the ground, but I'm afraid that at this time, he still wants to make a miracle vigorously, bury something in the soil and dig it to dig out technology.

It's easy to get this guy in the lake, so he will do what he wants, bury the legacy of the prosperous era in the soil, and wave the shovel according to the gourd to make him happy.

Niyan was even thinking about how to use the "donation" in his heart, but he didn't expect the next sentence of the Duke of Garawa to disappoint him. This guy was actually smart enough not to leave professional matters to the layman.

"I have made an appointment with Mr. Liszt, and you can entertain you later, so as not to neglect your guests."

Hearing the name Liszt, Niyan always felt familiar, and after thinking about it for a long time, he suddenly remembered that he had seen it in an advertisement.

That guy is also a legend, starting as a merchant who regulates goods, and rose to the top of the Rock City with the help of the Bone Chewing Rebellion, and retreated before the fall of Boulder City.

There is a saying that he himself has strong financial resources and is the richest man in Dawning City.

However, Nyan always felt that it was somewhat far-fetched to say that Liszt was the richest man, and the one who attended the hearing was obviously more valued by the alliance.

Of course, this is not a big deal.

"Mr. Liszt is...... The entrepreneur who made exoskeletons and batteries?"

"That's right," said the Duke of Galava, who had added some milk to the tea in someone's style, "I have carefully studied the evolution of Boulder City, and the merchant named Liszt has made a fortune from it, including one

The steelmakers surnamed Sun are basically the richest people in the Alliance, and it's much easier and more effective to buy them than the Vault dwellers."

Thinking that this straw bale had actually investigated Boulder City, Niyang was shocked in his heart, and asked cautiously.

"Do you want him to set up a factory in the province of Bobora?"

"That's right, I should have done this a long time ago, as a diplomat, I have to do something practical for the Empire." The Duke of Galava smiled, his eyes shining with astuteness.

Nyan cautionarily reminded.

"But we don't have fusion there, and we don't have as many experts at Camp 101...... How do you attract Liszt to the past?"

"It's actually easy to do," said the Duke of Galava with a smile, "and I asked, the League didn't have those things in the beginning, and Liszt's factory could do the same. As for nuclear fusion, it's nothing more than a matter of electricity prices, and I'll just waive the electricity price."

If the Liszt factory can be moved to White Elephant City and thousands of exoskeletons can be made for him, I am afraid that without His Majesty's intervention, the private soldiers in his manor can beat the alliance to the ground.

A happy smile appeared on the Duke of Galava's face, and he was eager to immediately send a telegram to the Union's post office to share the joy of the moment with His Majesty.

Niyan couldn't keep up with his train of thought, but he felt that it was a good thing to let this guy toss like this, so he bowed his head.

"Yes."

……

The rainy season is slowly passing in the sunny port of Jingalen, and today's weather is as good as ever.

On the dock surrounded by seagulls, a large, long destroyer docked, and several tall, exoskeleton-clad Alliance soldiers descended—or rather, players.

Actually, it's okay not to wear it.

However, wearing this thing is more eye-catching, and [Zero Chong] happens to like to pretend to be forced.

Walking in front of the teammates, [Mountains and Rivers into Dreams] glanced around at the group of animals, and said in a serious voice.

"I'll sign in at Camp Lowell in a moment, and someone will connect with us about the mission. Remember, don't say it's raining, don't go into the villager's house even if it's a special cannonball!"

When he said the last sentence, Shanhe fell into a dream and especially glanced at Ling Chong.

The latter scratched his head in embarrassment, and [Erliang Moonlight] and [Version Freshborn] said energetically respectively.

"Roger!"

"Oh!"

Powder kegs in the southern seas could detonate at any moment.

It stands to reason that they should not have come to Jingalen Port at this time after they had been transferred back to Baiyue Province to stand by, but a certain Han Pi had no choice but to resign naked with a group of officers, so they could only come back at the request of the Jingalen Port authorities to train some more officers to make up for the militia regiment.

The player's tactics are not suitable for NPCs, but the experience on the battlefield is all the same.

And after countless attempts to defy death, the players of the Burning Corps have honed some tactics to the extreme.

For example, the tactic of multiple artillery groups firing a barrage to cover the advance of the infantry, and players in the Burning Corps can even feel the edge of the shrapnel to charge forward, using the 155mm howitzer as their own bayonet.

Another example is to fight behind enemy lines, and then to hunt large xenomorphs, etc.

The group walked through the bustling Tulip Street in the direction of Camp Lowell.

Passers-by frequently saluted the soldiers of the Alliance, and these exoskeleton-wearing players observed the people on the streets.

The first freight railway along the coastline and the first subway running through the entire settlement have been officially opened to traffic at the Port of Golden Gallen, and while there are still many old buildings on the streets, the original slum shacks have been largely replaced by "coalition low-cost housing" with higher plot ratios.

The wide highway is lined with bicycles and pedestrians hurrying in their footsteps.

The streetlights, which originally belonged only to Tulip Street, also continue along those main roads, and may not be long before they can be paved all over the city.

Walking down the streets of this settlement has a Cyber Mumbai feel, especially here

The most lucrative industries were cotton weaving and dyeing mills, which are a bit different from the reality of Mumbai in the second half of the eighteenth century.

However, it is much larger than Mumbai.

In Zero's mind, Mumbai seems to be more than 4,000 square kilometres, while the port of Kingalen is 10,000 square kilometres including the vast undeveloped area on the outskirts.

Another Mumbai is on the west coast of Indy, similar to the location of the port of West Sail in Borneo, while the port of Kim Gallen is on the east coast, right next to the end of the Yongliu River.

Of course, the most discordant or dissociating thing is actually the strange oral habit of the locals.

Whether it is a resident of the lower class or the upper class, there is a "meng flavor" in their mouths.

It's like sandwiching two sentences of English into Mandarin, and the locals are very fond of sandwiching two sentences of grammar and tone particles that are unique to the player.

「…… Why, why do people here like to say hello to each other's mothers so much?" Zero muttered, wondering if there was something wrong with the map loader.

Erliang Yueguang glanced at him with a subtle expression and coughed lightly.

「…… I think you should reflect on what you say and do."

The first student of the version also nodded in agreement.

"+1, it's unrealistic to expect others to only learn the good and not the bad, and it is inevitable to swallow two mouthfuls of grapes when you eat them quickly."

Zero Chong was stunned.

"Damn, can this depend on me?"

Erliang Moonlight shook his head.

"Tsk, look at what I'm talking about?"

Shanhe smiled and patted Ling Chong's shoulder.

"Relax, it's not a big deal...... As long as you don't go into the villager's house, it's a small problem."

"***, how long are you going to play this!?" Zero impulsive grinning, but there is no way.

But then again, the evolution of local customs really has a little to do with the player.

In fact, there is a big difference between the player's human language and the NPC's human language, which is somewhat similar to the translation dialect in another sense.

Except for those who have been playing for a long time, or who have had in-depth communication with NPCs, most players have a "bulk version" of their personal association.

That is, I learned a few pronunciations from the VM, and I didn't look at the translator after listening to it too much and using it too much. On the one hand, Renlianyu does have strong compatibility, otherwise it would not be compatible with the diverse cultures of the old era. On the other hand, the game is realistic enough that people can't help but get addicted to it.

However, being able to use and using well are two different things, even if a very small number of elders are good at daily communication terms, unintelligible proper nouns and cultural stalks can only be understood according to the context.

As for most ordinary players, of course, how convenient it is.

As long as the key words are used correctly, even if the Chinese grammar is used, the NPC can understand it.

The Golden Gallen Harbor is essentially a player-led settlement, and a series of advanced ideas in the local area, including equality, are brought by players from the reality of a harmonious society.

Enjoying the benefits of modern civilization, the new burghers who rose in Jackalon Harbor and the old aristocrats who followed the trend unconsciously moved closer to the "iron men" of the alliance in terms of customs.

Under the subtle influence, it eventually led to today's results.

That is, the iron men of the Burning Corps "polluted" the language of the locals in bulk human language.

This situation is the same as Xiao Yu's "blanching".

It's just a mood particle, but it's used as a communication tool by being good at learning.

"Well, rational analysis, what you said makes sense, but I don't always say "special" and "special"...... And why didn't this happen in Dawning City?"

Facing the confused eyes of the good brothers, Erliang Yueguang said eloquently.

"Because the NPCs there mainly worship the manager, and worship you by the way, such as Xiaoyu is the most typical example...... And the play of Dawning City

The family has a wider range of ingredients, such as Miss Fujito and Crow, when do you think they put "special" on their lips like you? Are people as civilized as I am?"

"You're a hammer civilisation." Zero Rush rolled his eyes.

Two or two moonlight hippie smile said.

"Hey, better than someone, kids don't let go."

"I'm special! @#@%！」 Zero Chong's nose was almost crooked, and he scolded and scolded.

This bunch of dog stuff.

He accidentally touched his head, and later clarified the misunderstanding, but the rumors became more and more outrageous, making everyone look disgusted when they looked at him now.

Looking at the angry Zero Chong, Shanhe sighed in a dream.

"There are too many grumpy old men in Golden Gallen Harbor, if only we brought Crow over."

At this time, the original version that didn't like to talk much suddenly shuddered and spoke.

"Leave it undone...... In case she comes, she thinks it's a miasma here, and she goes to the forum to plan a sweep of pornography."

Three pairs of eyes looked at it together.

Mountains and rivers fall asleep: "What's that?"

Two or two moonlight: "Let's talk about the black smoke miasma."

Zero Chong: ", I don't understand, brother, tell me about it!"

Faced with the flaming gaze, the version of the first child subtly looked away, coughing lightly.

"Do the task first...... Paid stuff offline chat."

Mountains and rivers into dreams: "......"

Zero Rush: "@#%@!"

……

The surname of the rat people has thirteen pronunciations, and the province of Borneo also happens to have thirteen states.

The state where the port of Golden Gallen is located is called Lowell State, and the origin of the name is naturally related to the Rowell camp in the port of Golden Gallen, and it is also the only state in Borneo that is "not related to animals".

The westernmost state of Narsit is the meaning of lion, the easternmost state of Lowell is the Tiger State on the top, the Leopard State on the left, the Snake State on the bottom, and the Borneo Sea on the right.

It was widely used among the local intelligentsia that the states, while in the name of animals, were in fact worshipping – or rather sealing the gods behind the animals.

Although Lowell is not an animal, he is a totem buried in the hearts of every survivor of Borneo, and he is also the only "human god" who is not among the Thousand Pillars.

Because every human being is a "pillar", in other words, a walking "human pillar".

Or a sacrifice.

However, according to Ms. Han Mingyue's interpretation, there is another explanation.

In other words, two hundred years ago, Borneo Province was a large ecological reserve, Lowell State was the only scientific observation site and tourist resting place at that time, and Tiger State was the main area where tigers lived, and Leopard State was the main area where leopards lived, and so on for different species of snakes, elephants, lions, cows, wolves, etc.

These wild animals were a source of food for the survivors for a long time, and after eating them to the point of near extinction, the locals sanctified them out of a sense of gratitude.

The influence of the superimposed video data of the "animal world" has evolved into the belief of thousands of races and gods.

The two explanations are actually different perspectives, one is based on a spiritual analysis, and the other is a purely rational deduction based on scientific arguments.

The difference between them is roughly the same as that of an oil painting and a drawing, both of which depict the same apple, but not identical.

At present, the entire northern part of Lowell State is under the control of the Menghu Army, and the western and southwestern parts are under the control of the Black Panther Army.

The two armies have become de facto warlords, and although they are still receiving the salaries of the imperial court, they are actually at odds with the empire.

The relationship between the two parties is completely maintained by money.

When the empire stops paying money, these warlords will basically tear off their last faces.

In fact, due to the Empire's previous embargo strategy on the port of Jingalen, and the anti-embargo measures taken by the Baiyue Company, the two on the border

The big warlords have long relied on smuggling to achieve "financial freedom".

And it's not just financial freedom, but productivity in the area under its control has also increased a lot.

This is not because of how well those warlords know how to govern, but on the contrary, most of the officers know nothing about governance, and they have no intention of governing at all, even worse than the civilian officials of the empire.

But it was precisely for this reason that these officers simply adopted a completely laissez-faire economic model, leaving it to the merchants and local nobles of the port of Kingalen to do it themselves.

Whoever gave money, these military masters gave the green light to whomever they wanted, and even helped those merchants to fight against the affairs officials sent by the empire, and went to the aristocratic manors with guns to buy and sell.

Such barbarism was naturally undesirable, and even seriously damaged the serf economy and tax revenues of the empire, and in the long run, it would eventually damage the warlords themselves.

However, who wants these barbarians to catch up with the good times, and eat the dividends of the development of the port of Golden Gallen.

Productivity and development have a regional diffusion effect.

The advanced productive forces of the Port of Kingallen will move in the opposite direction to the flow of immigrants, feeding back to the rest of the Lowell State, and even to the neighboring Tiger and Leopard states of Rowell.

After all, to open a dyeing shop in the port of Kinggallen, the workers had to be paid 1,600 gallons.

There will always be people who will think about moving the sewing machines and dyeing vats they bought to a place where the labor cost is cheaper and the alliance whip can't control it, so as to cut off a little profit from the industrial chain.

Don't underestimate this profit, one workshop doesn't make much, and a hundred workshops can catch up with a big factory.

And these "shopkeepers", who are different from factory owners, will also purchase machines to improve their own productivity.

The increase in productivity has not only led to the accumulation of wealth, but also changed the relationship between people and clusters.

Especially after more and more old aristocrats tasted the sweetness of productivity improvement and the bitterness of being pointed at gunpoint, they also began to seek the development of productive forces.

Previously, the Black Panther Army's rations relied on imperial appropriations, but now the fiscal and tax revenues in the Jiaotou Bay area alone are enough for the local generals to feed their men, and even occasionally give the brothers some canned beef that the Alliance soldiers are tired of eating as welfare.

It's a much more comfortable life than when I was a dog for the Empire.

As for the commander who put the gun on Ah Xin's head at the beginning, now he has to politely call Ah Xin a master, after all, the latter has already hooked up with the boss of his immediate boss, and he no longer needs to take him to play with a little commander.

However, Ah Xin did not have the same knowledge as him because of the original incident, and even politely helped him operate, making this high-flying and domineering officer a captain, and also helped him say that the matchmaker married the youngest daughter of a viscount nobleman in Leopard State, and helped the two of them buy a wedding house on Tulip Street in Jingallen Port.

has money, identity and status, and a beautiful wife who is like a flower, and the reckless man who is more reckless than Lassi is naturally a grateful old tear, so he almost replaced the sound of the father with a father.

And with the support of this captain and other high-ranking members of the Black Panther Army, the business of the Assasin Gang is also getting bigger and bigger, almost monopolizing the cotton of the entire Leopard State.

Although the quality and yield of cotton in Borneo Province cannot catch up with that of Baiyue Province, it is better because of its low cost and huge volume, and it also occupies a considerable proportion of the market share in the port of Jingalun.

Even if the cease-fire agreement is signed now, and the unit price of smuggling is not as high as before, they can continue to do legal business with those well-developed ports and foreign exchange banks, and the profits are even greater than before.

However, even though the "radiation effect" of the Port of Kinggallen has a significant impact on the rest of Lowell State, the development of other areas has not been able to catch up with the development of the Port of Kinggallen itself, which is the only import and export port on the East Coast.

At present, the 10,000 square kilometers actually controlled by Baiyue Company is only one-fortieth of the entire state, but thirty-nine-tenths of the wealth of the entire state is concentrated in the port of Jingalen.

If the distribution of benefits between the Union and the port of Golden Gallen is uneven, just as the silver coin is with the Gallen, then the benefits of the Port of Golden Gallen with the state of Lowell and the whole province of Borneo

The distribution of benefits is more extreme.

The residents of the port have ridden their bicycles as fast as the wind, and the children who read books have begun to think about the place of man in the mountains and rivers and where people will be many years from now, but there are still many people in Huzhou and Baozhou who eat cakes made of mud and have to sell their children to make a living.

"Red Soil" followed "L Biography" and "Diary of a Mad Mouse", and finally serialized the third "Soil", which seems to be about to enter the blood-drenched topic.

The "Daily Survivor" in Port Kingalen was almost out of stock, and some people who didn't know about "Red Earth" read "Earth" and went back to buy the L and Mad Mouse in front of them.

Some booksellers began to think of creating a collection of the serialized short stories, so that people would not have to cut them one by one.

They couldn't get in touch with Mr. Rat, but they received a letter from the port of French fries—

[You can publish it as you like, just donate my share to the federation.] 】

This letter has inspired many young people in Golden Gallen, as well as the members of the association.

Mr. Rat is right next to them!

And just keep an eye on them!

A glimmer of morning light seemed to appear on the horizon, and the future seemed bright.

Boulder City only has one copy of Bol the Awoken, and they have thousands of them.

Inspired by the Daily Survivor and Red Clay, young people have written poems, painted pictures, composed songs, and blended into the bustling streetscape of Kinggallen Harbour.

People have added another line of creed to the background of the idea of "gods do not exist" -

They need to unite!

Just like the inhabitants of Boulder!

Even though people have a thousand different ideas, one thing is the same.

That's to pull out the thousand pillars!

And smash the old shackles!

And just as a storm was brewing in the port of Golden Gallen, a certain angry young man with a violent temper finally met the army he had been thinking about.

It can't be called an army, it's like an outcast or a straw coward, and it's not even better than when he hit Lowell's camp—

At least at that time, he and his subordinates, those who dared to fight still had some flesh and bravery.

It is such a group of people, unclothed, carrying farm tools in their hands, hiding in a deserted valley in Huzhou, where the power of the Tiger Clan is intertwined, reclaiming some wasteland in places beyond the control of the nobles, relying on the help sent by the Yue Clan compatriots with great difficulty, occasionally eating some soil, or looking for trouble with the surrounding small nobles.

After all, the Yue Clan has a large population, and there is no shortage of men and women who are handsome, and those nobles have more or less bought some Moon Clan people as slaves or as small ones, and it is reasonable to rob them in the name of rescuing their compatriots.

Moreover, they only robbed people and food and did not kill people, and the matter was not a big deal, and some small nobles really had nothing to do with them. The big nobles saw that they were like fleas, and they didn't bother to pay attention to them, so they could just annex the land of the small nobles by the way and beat the land price.

As for the Menghu Army, most of the troops are on the border of Rowell State, so they don't bother to pay attention to them.

In the past few years, Dan Fan has some strength to run his own territory, who would spend that idle time to help the court suppress bandits, but can use the Yue clan as a name to ask the court for more money.

It is precisely because of this that those Moon Clansmen thought that they were well disguised, pretending to be outcasts to escape the scourge of war, they could avoid the eyes of the Menghu Army, but they didn't expect that even Asin, the leader of a gang, who was far away in the port of Jingalen, could easily find them.

Everything was as bad as he saw in the war report.

Even the commander of the Tiger Clan who sent him here teased that the next time he met on the battlefield, he would throw his equipment to the ground if he didn't want to fight, and everyone would have money to earn together.

What a shame!

"Special Mother's ......"

Looking at the group of young men sitting on the ridge of the field, Lassi gritted his teeth and cursed, reluctantly pulled out the gun at his waist, and pulled the trigger towards the sky.

"Smack!

」

The thunderous sound startled the Moon Clan people who were working in the fields, and when they looked up, they saw a fierce man standing on the edge of the field with a group of evil spirits, looking like they wanted to eat them.

Standing in the field, a middle-aged man looked at him in a daze, and suddenly recognized the face, and his stunned expression was exaggerated as if he had seen a ghost.

"Pull ...... Lassy?!"

But Lassi didn't look at him, but reached out and grabbed a boy by the neck, and pulled the skinny boy out of the field like a chick and threw him on the ground.

"It hurts...... It hurts......" The boy cried out in pain, tears squeezing out of his eyes, but the demon saw him crying and kicked him in the ass again.

"If you're afraid of pain, go back to your father and mother, and don't follow these people to mess around! Go, call your father and mother over to Lao Tzu!"

The boy cowered, trepidation in his eyes.

"I don't have a father...... I was sold to the neighborhood, and the guys here saved me."

"There is no father...... Oh, then wipe your eyes dry for Lao Tzu, or I'll send you down to see them first!"

Letting go of the child, Lassi glared fiercely at the farmer who tried to come up to stop him, and then at the Resistance soldiers who were walking with guns.

The commotion at the entrance of the village still attracted the attention of some people.

These guys, who can't even arrange for a sentry officer, at least aren't deaf enough to hear their own gunshots.

The men stared at him with alert eyes and unkind expressions, and the gun was in their hands, but they did not dare to point it at him.

Some of them recognized this guy as the ruthless man who had beaten down Camp Rowell and hung the chief from the tower.

No matter how much effort the alliance exerted and gave them a few cannons and guns, he really shot down the camp.

Lassi didn't look at the burning sticks, just squinted at them.

"Lao Tzu said that you might as well go and farm, but you really ploughed the fields. Look at your pockets, do you expect the girls in the fries port to support you for a lifetime, or do you expect the people of Baiyue Company to support you for a lifetime?"

A middle-aged man mustered up the courage to step forward and stare at him.

"What do you mean?"

Lassi squinted at him.

"You're in charge here?"

"I'm—"

Before the man finished speaking, he slapped him on the skull and slapped him directly into the field.

"You're a hammer!"

This was scolded by the instructor of the alliance when he was training him, and now he has given this sentence to this guy again.

It's this guy who harmed Fang Chang who was transferred!

At least that's what he seems.

The slap was loud enough to ignite the anger of the resistance, and one or two young men raised their guns and pointed them at Lassi and the more than 100 officers behind him.

"No! Don't shoot!"

The man who landed in the field did not care about himself, and shouted to his comrades in the Resistance in shock.

As if he didn't think the fire was big enough, he stepped forward and walked directly in front of the group of young men, grabbed the muzzle of a man's gun, and poked it in his chest.

"Here! Shoot at Lao Tzu! Kill your fellow citizens who have come to your rescue, come!"

The young man's face was pale, and his hand holding the gun was shaking, as if he might go off at any moment.

Obviously, he hadn't been on the battlefield a few times, and he hadn't practiced much with guns, let alone had the opportunity to practice.

After all, the insurance is all closed, just a borehole......

Seeing the cowardice in his eyes, Lassi snatched the gun from his hand and stuffed it in his chest, hitting him two steps back and stopping when he was held by others.

"No one has taught you anything special, when you open the safety when you kill someone, the shoulder strap is welded to me on the shoulder, and whoever dares to snatch your gun will throw him in the face with the butt of the gun. Losing a gun on the battlefield is losing your life, you kid rejoice, it's Lao Tzu who snatched your gun."

Pairs of eyes were fixed on him

In the body, there is anger, there is consternation, there is also shame and shame.

But there is also hope in the eyes of others.

Including the man who claimed to be the person in charge sitting in the field.

He knows better than anyone that they are not survivors of Port Fries, nor are they survivors of Port Goldgallen, they don't need a guy who plows the fields with them, they need a guy who can lead them to victory!

Lassi glanced around at everyone, not only the Resistance soldiers standing in his way at the entrance of the village, but also the peasants in the fields next to him, who were looking at him straight.

"If you want to farm, stay here and plant enough, and when you have enough, you can get up and follow Lao Tzu."

A Resistance officer asked, swallowing and staring at him.

"Where are we going......

"Where?"

Lassi smiled, looked in the northeast direction with the dusk on her back, and squinted slightly at the dim sky.

He thought about it while he was on the road.

It is unrealistic to fight with the Menghu Army, these guys have guns and food, and their combat effectiveness is no longer lost to the Gray Wolf Army, and even the Gray Wolf Army on the border is about to be "divided".

As the people in the alliance say, fighting these guys can only be farmed as wild monsters.

They had to open up a new battlefield, and the best option was the northeastern corner of Borneo.

It is next to the Djobar Mountains, and beyond it is Silver Moon Bay. A river flowing down the mountain range water a shock plain called the Tasan Plains, which is home to the fringe peoples of Borneo province and even some of the Silvermoon Bay cultists.

On the administrative division map of the empire, the name of that land is Mengqi Prefecture, and it shares a source of water with Silver Moon Bay, and it is not inferior to the fertility of Lowell State.

The most important thing is that the mountain is high and the emperor is far away, and the local area is close to the supply network of the alliance.

Although the degree of development is a little worse, there are also benefits of poor development in the degree of poor development.

There was no road network connecting Tiandu, and it was not on the edge of the Yongliu River, so it was difficult to deliver the supplies needed by the royal army and the army to the area.

Another is that there is no shortage of soldiers in poor places!

Only there, can he raise a large group of troops, and in Huzhou, where the Tiger people are the majority, it is simply looking for death!

"Shrink in this ravine and die of starvation sooner or later, if you want to live, follow Lao Tzu to the beach!"