The night gradually fell on the southern sea, and gradually deepened, and at this moment, the distant Xifan Harbor had just ushered in dusk, and the scorching fiery red seemed to be about to dry the sea.

There was no such thing as winter near the equator, and the workers on the docks were relieved to see that the scorching sun was about to sink into the sea.

The sun has set!

After a busy day, the dock was empty for several days, and there was not a single boat.

Everyone didn't work, and they finally realized what it means to "have both prosperity and loss".

If the port of Saisail is really bankrupt, everyone will have to sell themselves back to the nobles' plantations.

Although the province of Borneo is a little good and can live by eating soil, it is impossible for people to eat soil all the time.

Eating that thing can't grow any flesh at all, and the more you eat, the more you lose your strength, and the less you have the strength, the more you can't work, and in the end, the whole family can only be buried in the soil.

It's safe to eat two or three days a week, and three or four days is acceptable, but it's a bit troublesome to eat for five or six days in a row. Unless it's a time of famine, no one eats like that.

Fortunately, shipping has recently resumed somewhat, and people who have been idle for a long time have work again.

Thinking of Najib's promise of a wage increase, everyone worked hard.

Their ideas are simple, even a little "simple".

The proprietor gave money, and they could not let people suffer, slower than the slaves who grinded the foreign laborers.

But—

Not everyone has reaped the benefits.

For example, the guy who carried Orissa's body a few days ago for his family.

Another example is the guys who are clamoring for a wage increase of ten dinars a day.

All of these people, without exception, were put in small shoes and put into Najib's small notebook.

First of all, the labor registration office, in principle, only introduces honest workers to jobs, and those who are disobedient can not be introduced, or only arrange the lowest wage work.

It's impossible to get back to the docks.

As for going to steel and cement plants, that's also a fantasy.

After all, the shareholders behind this profitable industry are actually the same kind of people.

Either the Willants, or the nobles of the Empire.

Under the collusion of interests, these people are extremely united.

The blacklisted freedmen either stayed at home waiting for the notice, or went to clean up the feces or other cleaning tasks.

The places they vacated were slowly replaced by other slaves who had been promoted to freemen.

Anyway, there are slaves in Borneo.

It's like a set of metabolic mechanisms, forming a perfect closed loop.

In this regard, Saifan Harbor is actually very similar to the former Golden Gallon Harbor.

These scraps are usually done by slaves, after all, there is no need to worry about them grinding foreign workers.

But if a freeman only does this work, he will not be able to feed his family.

Some tried to seek the help of the workers who had benefited, trying to pull them together for the common good again, for another non-violent and non-cooperative strike, but the latter avoided them like a flood of beasts.

They've got what they wanted.

Eight dinars a day was enough for them to live, and they didn't want much.

As for the guys who were thrown off......

If you want to blame them, blame themselves for not being honest.

Besides, these guys who pick up dung, sweep the streets, and don't even have work to do can't be considered "their own people".

The guy who earns two dinars a day dares to shout that he is his own compatriot?

Trespass!

In fact, at first, they were embarrassed when they refused.

After all, they actually know in their hearts how the Dinar in their hands came from.

But later it was reported that the guys who took the lead in making trouble were all members of the Silver Moon Sect, and when they were injured, many of them were bandaged at the Silver Moon Church.

Rumors were then spread that Priest Mergio was sympathetic to the Lunarians.

Lunarians!

That's the Empire's troubles!

All the clues seemed to be "clear", and the thorns who made trouble were instructed by the moon bandits, and even took Lassy's money, and the exclusion of these people was immediately justified.

From a hero admired by thousands of people to a bear spurned by thousands of people, Ischer, with a bandage on his forehead, sat in the church with a depressed face.

It was the only place where he could get a moment of peace.

Najib's long stick team didn't dare to provoke this place for the time being, maybe they were waiting for an opportunity, maybe they were asking the lord for instructions. And those who spat at the emblem of the Silver Moon Sect didn't dare to approach here for fear of being mistaken for a Moon Bandit.

Ten days ago, it was he who confronted Najib with Orissa's corpse.

At that time, he was just enthusiastic, and he felt that he couldn't go on like this, so he bravely stood up.

He had never seen Lassi at all, and he couldn't possibly have seen it, after all, that evil ghost was thousands of kilometers away from here, not to mention that there was the invincible god of war on the front line, General Alayyan, fighting that guy.

However, they were sure that he had met Lassi one night, and swore that he had been talking to the fellow for hours.

The scar on his forehead was still aching, and it seemed to be inflamed.

Melgio, dressed in a robe, came over and asked the old nun to help him unbandage, then disinfect him with alcohol, and then put on a new one.

The sharp pain tormented Ischer's consciousness.

However, what was more unbearable than physical pain came from his heart.

“…… I don't understand why those people just don't understand...... What happened to me today, will happen to them one day, or to their children. Obviously, this is Najib's way of dividing us, and he is trying to instigate us to kill each other with a bunch of guys we have never met. ”

This typical scene is seen in "Pol the Awakened", where the nobles of the inner city try to buy Pol with the black card, and the latter immediately reveals his minions after the black card, trying to discredit the hero, fabricating his affair with a prostitute, and inciting the residents of Boulder City to hate him......

It's just that the inhabitants of Boulder City saw through the tricks of the inner city, and instead of trampling Pol under his feet, they rallied around him and became the spark that dispersed the long night.

The high chao of the book is here, too.

He still remembers the night he heard this, and he didn't sleep all night in high spirits.

"You're in too much of a hurry," said Mergio, sighing as he tended to his wounds, "what seems obvious to you is still fresh to the people here." ”

Isher frowned, trying to argue.

"Kopol ......"

Mergio hastily interrupted him.

"It's just a copy, a contribution by a cannery worker named Spirger to the Daily Survivor, and it's not really history...... How can you expect people in reality to be exactly the same? ”

"But Boulder City isn't in this book, right?" Isher said calmly, "I've heard that Pol has a prototype. ”

Mergio fell silent.

Maybe it's actually yourself who is anxious.

His original intention of starting the "Silver Gospel" was only to teach the people here to read, and those who learned to write would naturally write their own stories.

Like Sperger, who once couldn't read a single word, he did write that earth-shattering article in the end.

Before that, Howl, the founder of the "Survivor Daily", in addition to writing news, was just serializing some unnutritious limericks in the newspaper.

But now it seems......

I seem to have done something terrible.

He had no doubt that he was walking on the path guided by the Goddess of the Silver Moon, but he was too anxious.

"I've been there before, you and the people there...... It's not the same. ”

Isher asked, looking at him puzzled.

"Different?"

Melgio nodded.

"Well, they knew Pol was fake, but most people believed that he could be real, and they hoped from the bottom of their hearts that he was real, so everyone became Pol. As for 'Ken', it is a very small minority among them. ”

"You're smarter than they are, but you're in the wrong place. You also know that Pol is fake, but to blame a fictional character why it is not real, what is the difference between this and fishing for the moon from the water? Because the moon in the water can't be fished up, it proves that the moon is fake. ”

"I believe he exists! I never thought he was fake! Isher interrupted him and got up from his chair excitedly, "More than that, I'm willing to be him!" ”

"You're brave, but it doesn't mean anything...... All the people standing with you don't believe it. Your surroundings are destined to be dark, and in the darkness are destined to be full of speculators. If you continue like this, you will either become a flash in the pan and burn before dawn, or you will burn vigorously...... But in any case, you won't end well, and the people here won't change anything. ”

Looking at him unbearably, Melgio continued in a soothing tone.

"I don't want you to be too upset, you're a good person, but all I can tell you is that the time has not come. It has been less than a year since the establishment of Xifan Port, including you...... It was only in the last two months that he became freedmen, and most of the people here were still slaves. ”

"In Boulder City, slaves have never been the mainstream of their society, and have only appeared on farmsteads outside the walls. During this time, countless shelters opened their doors to bring them the technology and ideas of the Age of Prosperity, but even so they sank for a hundred years...... Even before the dawn of victory, such a monster as the torch was indirectly brewed. ”

He also hated the Legion, or should I say that there was no one who didn't hate those big noses.

Especially for the people of Luoxia Province, they are simply like demons, who have done all the bad things.

However, after spending some time in Xifan Harbor, his thoughts changed slightly.

Of course, it is not good to put people in cages, but if you drive people from one narrow cage to another slightly more spacious cage, it can still be regarded as progress.

Even if the slightly wider cage is still worthy of criticism, the progress itself is commendable.

Isher bowed her head and remained silent.

He was grateful to the priest for his gratuitous help, and a poor man like him could not get his hands on such a delicate thing as alcohol.

Clearly, however, Mr. Mergio did not fully understand their pain.

In the manor of the farm, they did not have any more hardship than in the port of Sailing.

Although they all belonged to the lord's private property at that time, even if the lord was for the sake of the money bag, he would not pick a piece of furniture and drag it out and smash it every day.

And no matter how bad the lord is, there is only one, most people have never seen what that lord looks like in their lives, let alone what kind of luxurious life he lives, but they can be safe.

But in Westsail Harbor is a different matter entirely, those lords and the Willant people have joined forces, eager to knock out their bone marrow.

And now, they are not satisfied with this, and even form an alliance in private, so that a "thorn" like him cannot find a job and is ostracized everywhere.

There is no doubt that they want him dead!

A glint of hatred gradually appeared in Ischer's eyes.

He had no way out.

Others sold themselves into slavery, but he was sure that if he did, Najib would buy him and his family mercilessly, take pleasure in his pain, and then use his head to make an example of him.

He had to do something!

He wasn't the only one who thought the same, but the rest of the people sitting in the church as well.

Unlike the busy laborers on the docks, they are united by a common faith.

Since they dare to stand up and speak up for Orissa, they dare to give it another go for the fate of their compatriots!

“…… Thank you, Mr. Mergio, for bringing us the teachings of the Goddess of the Silver Moon, teaching us to read, and helping us to bandage our wounds. ”

Melgio looked at Isher in a daze, sensing a hint of abnormality in those eyes.

The eyes that were blinded by anger made him feel a little scared.

"What do you want to do?"

Isher said in a low voice.

"Go get what is ours, before Najib and his sticks do it. We have to strike first...... It's also for you and your church, and we're running out of time. ”

His voice was vague, as if he didn't want to say much, and it was clear that he himself felt that the idea was not sound, and that he was worried that the church would be implicated.

It is precisely because of this that he needs to change places to consult with other like-minded people.

Melgio looked at the man in amazement, as he stood up and walked out the door, and as the others in the church also rose from their pews and followed him in silence.

In the blink of an eye, there were only some old men with weak legs and feet left in the huge church, and he and the old nuns standing in the church.

"I'm afraid something will happen to them...... "The old nun's eyes were full of worry, and she looked at Melgio beside her, as if she wanted the latter to persuade them.

Melgio's face was similarly full of worry, and there was a hint of deep concern.

"I'm worried too...... But what can I say? Hold him and tell him not to go? It didn't work, they wouldn't even tell me what they were going to do, I just hoped he would come to his senses on his own. ”

Of course, the last thing they should have done was that they were completely cornered.

Can he persuade these people to accept their fate?

With a light sigh, Melgio lowered his eyebrows and silently drew an arc of prayer on his chest.

May the radiance of the goddess of the silver moon shelter them so that these lost lambs do not go astray......

It was the only thing he could do as a pastor.

……

Dusk sinks into the sea, and the night of Xifan Harbor will soon fall, and it is finally time to hand over the shift.

There was a long queue at the entrance of the labor registration office, and the workers who had handed over their shifts were collecting their wages from the windows in turn.

Everyone's salary is paid at a different time, but it always ends on a Monday.

Finally lined up, Govinda walked forward quickly, looked at the leonin boy behind the counter with a flattering smile, and respectfully offered his hands.

Although it didn't make him pay more, he did it subconsciously.

People like him, the staff here see thousands a day.

The young man didn't bother to waste time with him, counted out four coins of ten and two coins of one value, threw them on the counter, and continued to eat melon seeds.

Govinda hurriedly picked up the coin and counted it in his hand, but his eyes widened.

"Wait, why are there only 42!? I worked for a week, but I didn't have a day off, it should be 56 dinars, you gave me 14 less! ”

The young man behind the counter gave the poor man a disdainful look and said impatiently.

"Whoever lacks your few dinars, your salary is so much, if you have any questions, ask Najib."

Govinda's nose was crooked, and he clutched the coin in his hand and pointed to the window.

"How can you fool you! Say eight dinars a day! ”

The young man didn't talk nonsense with him at all, and directly called the duty director here.

The duty officer seemed to be very good at dealing with this kind of thing, and before he could get here, he opened his voice and shouted.

"What's the noise, there aren't a lot of boats these days, and you don't know! 6 dinars is not bad, are you as busy every day as you were two weeks ago! ”

Govinda was in a hurry, it was the salary he had won so hard, and these people turned their faces and denied it!

Although six dinars a day was also high compared to before, it made him feel like he had been slapped after working hard for a week.

"But...... Two weeks ago, we only worked for half a day and you gave 8 too! ”

The director said impatiently.

"Don't come tomorrow...... What's the name of this guy, circle him. ”

As soon as he heard this, Govinda suddenly lost his temper, and his whole face was as white as snow.

"Don't, don't! I'll do it! I'm coming back tomorrow! ”

The director gave a color to the young man behind the counter, who sensibly put down the pen in his hand and made a lenient appearance.

"Do a good job, don't shout all day long, get out as soon as you get the money, there are still people lining up here."

The director on duty waved his hand and made a gesture to catch the flies.

The surrounding laborers were silent, and they dared not speak out one by one, for fear of becoming the first bird.

They had seen what happened to those moon bandits, who had been beaten alive and made untouchable.

Govinda walked out of the registry office in a gloomy manner, looked at the shrunken coins in his hand, and then at the plaque behind him, and couldn't help but spit on the ground.

"......"

I should have listened to Isheer.

He didn't dare say it, but in his heart he thought it was okay.

Dragging his tired body, he limped home, thinking about how to spend the considerable amount of money in his pocket.

In fact, if you think about it, six dinars a day is not a lot, and the family's expenses are completely fine, and there is still some left.

Just as he was thinking this, there was a sudden bang behind him.

The sound of the explosion made him stunned, and subconsciously turned his head, only to see billowing smoke floating in the direction of the warehouse in the port area, and the explosion seemed to come from there.

He was all too familiar with that place, after all, it was the place he visited the most every day.

It was piled with tea and sugar, and some cotton or cotton cloth and stuff.

Or cement and steel.

Although the cement is not lit, sugar is a cruel thing, plus there are flammable materials such as cotton.

Govinda heard the shouts of people and the commotion of footsteps faintly heard in the distance.

"It's on fire! It's the warehouse area! ”

"It's burning!"

"Quick! Hurry up and put out the fire! ”

It's burning......

Seeing the fruits of his day's work burned, there was no panic on his face, but a gloating smile.

Burn well!

Anyway, it's not his thing, it's better to burn it more vigorously and give the whole port an order!

Thinking like this, he walked home briskly......

On the other side, Ischer, who had just come out of the church, and the rest of the congregation also heard the explosion, and the whole person was stunned.

Soon someone reacted and said in a low voice.

"It's the warehouse area!"

"Is it a fire?"

Realizing what might happen there, everyone's faces suddenly showed expressions of relief.

However, Isher frowned, and a trace of sadness appeared between her brows.

"Don't rush to gloat, whoever set the fire, Najib will definitely blame us."

It wasn't that he didn't want to go to the warehouse and set it on fire, and the idea had been more than once, but he gave up in the end.

With his familiarity with the terrain there, it was not difficult to do this, but the difficulty was how to deal with the aftermath.

Those Willantes couldn't reason with them, and in the end they would only provoke their own group to be sent to the gallows.

The right thing to do is to organize the workers first, as Ball and his co-workers did.

Although this matter is difficult, it is not without opportunities, especially since the stupid Najib seems to have healed his scars and forgotten the pain, and cut the wages of the dock workers.

As long as they are united enough, they have the capital to play with those nobles.

After all, the Willantes are here to make money, not to make trouble for themselves.

Everyone also realized that this work would burn to their bodies, and worried expressions appeared on their faces.

"So what now?"

Facing the worried gaze, Isher had no idea in his heart, so he could only grit his teeth and say.

"Let's see before we ......"

……

At the same time, Margaery, who was picking in the bustling bazaar of the port area, also heard the explosion, and involuntarily stopped and looked in the direction from which the sound came.

The stall owner also craned his neck to look over there, looking at the black smoke floating up in surprise.

"It's the ...... of the warehouse area"

With such a loud noise, it must be that the cannonball has been ignited, right?

He vaguely remembered that he had heard someone say that Xifan Harbor had stored some artillery shells from the west of Luoxia Province, which had been withdrawn from the front by the Eastern Army and was going to be sent to General Alayan.

The people in the bazaar looked at each other and whispered to each other, all with uneasy expressions on their faces.

"Madame......" said the dark-skinned maid in a deep voice standing next to Margaery, "the port has not been safe lately, so let's hurry back." ”

She had only heard that the port had bought another batch of slaves from a nearby manor, and it seemed that they were intended to replace the thorns who had caused trouble before.

Although this matter has nothing to do with their family, there have been more and more poor ghosts loitering around the port recently.

The men looked at them like wolves, and some were doing some stealing, and I heard that the prisons of the Guard Department were almost full.

It's only been two weeks, and the situation in Saifan Harbor has deteriorated at a rate that is visible to the naked eye.

Although contradictions have been accumulating since a long time ago......

"Well, let's go back early......"

Margaery nodded, handed the ornament to the maid to help keep it, then paid the stall owner, then took her daughter's little hand and set out on the way home.

As the wife of Yarman, she was also born into a merchant family and was once a citizen of Triumph City.

Like her husband, she has a keen sense of smell.

It was for this reason that when the explosion sounded, she immediately smelled something unusual in it.

She had a hunch.

There's something big going on......

The group quickly returned to their house near the port area, which was probably the safest place in the entire port, but as the end of the year approached, there had been some relaxation lately.

Margaery noticed that several families were not there, and it was estimated that they had returned to Triumph City.

Or, like her husband, she went to the far east to make that big deal.

Standing in the hallway and taking off her boots, she suddenly thought of something in her heart, leaned down to look at her daughter Ruby and said softly.

"By the way, Ruby, don't you want to play with Count Sharma's youngest daughter?"

Ruby's eyes lit up and she nodded vigorously.

"Hmmm! I made an appointment with Sister Ansuya, and we will play hide and seek together next time we meet. ”

Margaery touched her fluffy hair dotingly.

"Mommy will take you."

Ruby jumped up excitedly.

"Really?! How long are we going? ”

Margaret thought for a moment and said with a smile.

"Two weeks, Dad should be back then."

……

With the sound of that explosion, the entire Xifan Harbor was in a commotion.

The flame rose suddenly.

And in just ten minutes, several warehouses were spread.

Billowing smoke obscured the sky and the sun, even the sunset that was sinking into the sea.

Najib's face was filled with fear, his face was pale, and his lips were blue and trembling.

Looking at the doglegs who were also dazed, he yelled hoarsely.

"What are you doing standing stupidly! Don't go put out the fire yet! ”

Those dogs with long sticks, you look at me, I look at you, they all have a bitter face.

"Your Excellency...... The fire is so big that we can't get in with it. ”

Najib shouted without thinking about it.

"Then get more people! Do you still use me to teach you! ”

Seeing that Najib was angry, everyone immediately did not dare to stop, and rushed to those guys who were watching the excitement with sticks, half threatening and half tempting them to fight the fire.

Most of the people who can gather around here to watch the excitement are free people who live close to the port area.

These people are not all short-lived ghosts who work as coolies on the docks, but some are citizens who have decent jobs.

It stands to reason that Najib can't control these people, but he can't care about that much in a hurry.

Because these "long sticks" did not have light or heavy sticks in their hands, everyone reluctantly participated in the firefighting work, and buckets of water were transported to the fire scene one after another.

And with the help of the first people, the rest is much easier.

I've never seen such a big fire, and some guys who don't know what is going on have joined in.

These people don't want money, they just want to be lively, but if you can expect them to do things beautifully, you can't even think about it.

Fortunately, the warehouse area is close to the sea, not far from the water source, and a busy toss has also played a role.

Looking at the crowd who were busy fighting the fire, Najib clenched his teeth and clenched his fists.

These dog-studded arsonists!

It's too much!

Obviously, this is a case done by someone familiar with this place, otherwise it would not be so coincidental!

Several fires surrounded the sugar warehouse, so much so that there was an explosion at the scene.

He swears!

Be sure to catch that arsonist villain!

There is no doubt about it –

If he can't find that guy and give the Willant an explanation, his master will definitely hand him over as a scapegoat!

Sweat broke out on his forehead, and Najib already had a suspect in his mind, it must have been set on fire by the members of the Silvermoon Church!

There's no doubt about it, only those guys have the motivation to do it!

After about five or six minutes, the fire brigade from the port finally arrived.

Like the post office, this thing was brought from Triumph by the Willants.

The men drove the waterwheel and killed it, and slammed it towards the burning warehouse, and the fire was brought under control at once.

It's just a pity that those good sugar and tea leaves are also soaked in soup together.

Looking at the tea leaves and cotton cloth that were washed everywhere, as well as some sugar sand that had not yet melted, the residents who were fighting the fire at the scene couldn't help but feel "compassion", especially those poor ghosts who came over later to join in the fun.

It's something they can't afford to enjoy for the rest of their lives!

Although there is some mud and sewage, it is not a big problem for them who already eat mud.

At first, just one or two people rushed up to grab it, and soon the chaotic crowd swarmed up like rats that saw food.

The buckets of water became the most sought-after items, and people saw what they wanted and stuffed them into the buckets.

At first, they just picked up the goods that were scattered by the water cannons, and then the goods that were intact also suffered. Later, the unemployed laborers also rushed in, and those who were not unemployed could not resist the urge to take advantage.

They know where the most valuable containers are, and they know how to get them inside.

The clever men followed them, fleeing with boxes and bundles of cloth.

The warehouse area was in chaos, as if half of the people in Xifan Harbor had run over.

By the time Najib finally realised that the situation on the scene was out of control, it was already too late.

He shouldn't have mobilized the masses.

If the flames were allowed to burn, at most a few warehouses before the fire brigade arrived, it might not be able to cause as much damage as it is now.

Compared to the sudden flames, the guys who looked like they were helping were the real locusts!

"Stop! Stop! That's all the things of the Willantes, don't kill you! ”

Najib roared helplessly, directing his team of sticks to step forward.

However, the slaves with sticks looked at each other and did not dare to move.

There are tens of thousands of people gathered here, not to mention, and there are only about a hundred of them.

Without a gun, just rely on these sticks in their hands, no matter how you think about it, their side will die faster.

The fire brigade, which had already contained the fire, tried to disperse the crowd with water cannons, but did not expect to anger the people.

In the confusion, I don't know who shouted, and a group of people rushed up and overturned the waterwheel directly.

The Willantes of the water truck hid in the carriage and did not dare to come out, trembling and calling for reinforcements on the walkie-talkie.

It was at this moment that the guards of the port finally arrived belatedly.

About fifty people stood in a line at the entrance of the warehouse area, which was almost all the police force in the vicinity!

They probably didn't expect that it was just a fire, and it was their turn to play.

The captain of the guard, carrying a rifle of the Ripper, strode up to Najib, grabbed him by the collar, and screamed as he spittle.

"What's going on!"

Twice in two weeks, he had never seen such a wasteful agent—or foreman.

Of course, Najib couldn't say that these guys all called to put out the fire themselves, but after the fire was over, they started to grab things, so he immediately said with a roll of his eyes.

"Great, my lord, this group of mobs is taking advantage of the fire to rob, I can't stop them......"

Judging by the situation on the ground, this is indeed the case.

The captain of the guard's face suddenly turned cold, and without saying a word, he picked up the rifle in his hand, and aimed at the mob running home with a bag of candy not far away, and there was a gunshot.

The bullet pierced the man's neck impartially, and blood spurted out.

The hapless fellow fell to the ground without saying a word, soaking in a puddle.

It is estimated that he couldn't understand why everyone was robbing, but he was the only one who was shot.

The people around him were also stunned, but they didn't expect the Willant to shoot and kill people directly.

A person just stands in the warehouse area, not running, not running.

"Put down the swag in your hand!"

The captain of the guard roared, raising the rifle in his hand while motioning for his teammates behind him to load their bullets.

"Everybody stand still, put your hands up, I'll see who dares-"

Before his words fell, a "snap" gunfire suddenly sounded in the distance.

It was the same sound of a rifle, and the bullet burrowed into his chest impartially.

The captain of the guard was stunned for a moment, only to feel a pain in his chest, and then blood gushed out of the wound and mouth.

Time seemed to slow down, and his eyes widened as he fell heavily into the arms of his comrades behind him.

Where did these guys get their guns?!

Could it be—

Blood blocked his throat, and he couldn't say a word, but of course he made a gesture to give the order to fire.

In any case, those weapons must be snatched back!

Do whatever it takes!

Looking at the unconscious captain, the guards behind him instantly became furious.

These scum!

How dare they kill their own captain!

Hatred was written in their angry pupils, and there was no distinction between civilians and thugs in their eyes at this moment.

Standing here—

It's all enemies!

"Enemy attack!"

"Prepare for battle!"

In a roar of rage, they quickly dragged the captain, who had been shot to the ground, behind the cover.

Then, under the order of the deputy captain, everyone decisively put on a fighting posture and fired indiscriminately in the direction where the bullets came.

Bullets whizzed around the warehouse area, killing and wounding countless people in a matter of moments.

The young man with the rifle he had picked up hid behind the warehouse, his face pale.

He had followed the group of laborers to snatch it from a warehouse with munitions.

The guys who ate the leopard's gall directly knocked out the guards at the door of the warehouse and tied them up.

These rifles are worth more than sugar, and I heard that they can sell for a lot of money on the black market.

Originally, he just wanted to scare the big noses that usually rode on their heads, so that they could see the power of the rat people, but he didn't expect to kill people with one shot.

Things are clearly going wrong, and there are corpses lying everywhere in the warehouse area......

Seeing the group of guards surrounding, he instinctively wanted to slip away, but heard a sudden sound not far away.

The bullets whizzed past, and the ferocious fire actually pressed a team of guards behind the bunker, unable to even lift their heads.

The young man looked tremblingly in the direction where the gunshots had come from, and saw a tall, lanky man changing his magazine.

It was a "blade" assault rifle that was grabbed in his hand!

This thing is much more powerful than a ripper's rifle, and you can hit it with a trigger!

It is estimated that there are relatives among the people who died in front of him, and the man was also red-eyed and spat on the ground.

"Damn, run hair! Our firepower is much fiercer than these big noses! ”

The roar was immediately echoed by the others.

The person who was going to slip away glanced at the gun in his hand and changed his mind in an instant.

Where can you run away?

This is the province of Borneo, and even if they run to the ends of the earth, they will be caught by those Wilantes.

It's better to learn from Nalasi, and use the gun in your hand to make a piece of your own heaven!

The evil ghost that they spurned a few days ago has become a comfort in their hearts now.

The faces that were originally nervous gradually became hideous under the stimulation of the gunshots.

They are not actually cowardly, but they have been admonished and suppressed the attributes of the beast.

And at this moment, the cage has been opened, and the beast inside has been released.

"The Willants of the dog!"

"their ancestors!"

"Kill them all!!"

"Ahhh

The exchange of fire between the two sides became more and more intense, and for a while, no one could help anyone.

The guards of the Willantes, though experienced in suppression, were dealing with such a difficult situation for the first time.

There were too many thugs guarding the arsenal, and they were constantly being joined.

Some of these people came to avenge their loved ones, some were enthusiastically shouted by the slogans of the thugs, and more of them fished in troubled waters and ran over to pick up the bargains.

As long as there were guns in the past!

Even a child can get a pistol.

After dropping three corpses, the Willant guards were unable to reach the entrance to the warehouse.

Lying behind the bunker, the deputy captain held the walkie-talkie and yelled.

"The warehouse area needs reinforcements! Repeat, the warehouse area needs reinforcements! ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a towed cannon at the door of the warehouse.

As the largest leased port on the West Coast, Saifan Port is home to a wide variety of people.

The freedmen here are not only slaves who have redeemed themselves, but also veterans who have been discharged from the army due to their wounds.

Most of these people had previously served in the Gray Wolf Army, and they had retired here after suffering defeat at Golden Gallen Harbor.

They've been trained by the Legion, so they're naturally clear on how to operate it.

As for why these people would help these thugs, he couldn't figure it out.

In short, the moment I saw those people reloading the artillery, the face of the deputy captain changed instantly.

"-"

As soon as he cursed, a flash of orange-red tracer flew over and slammed into a position ten meters in front of him.

The blast sent him out of the bunker and overhead, killing and wounding the guards who were crouching around.

At the same time, the thugs guarding the door of the warehouse area let out a shout of excitement.

"Beautiful!"

"Blow up these dogs!"

"Reload! Swap out! Give the port a shot too! ”

"Damn! Don't waste time, let's get rid of the guards in front of you first! ”

A group of men slowly withdrew the cartridge casing, stuffing another high-explosive shell into the chamber.

In the distance, the police armored car that the Willantes had parked in the warehouse and ate ashes finally drove out, but when they saw the flat 100mm gun aiming at it, they were frightened and retreated.

As if realizing that the trouble here was no longer something for his own people to settle with, the Willant guards began to withdraw from the warehouse area one after another, as if intending to retreat to the port.

A shell flew in the direction of their retreat, knocking down several unlucky guards, and even the houses next to them collapsed, and many people fled in confusion.

Screaming and wailing one after another, these people have completely killed red eyes.

They quickly selected the "head wolf" and gathered in a group shouting and beckoning the brethren with their guns to prepare for the harbor.

And those who were swept up in it, although reluctantly, instinctively moved closer to them.

The days have changed.

They didn't have a choice but to get a little closer to the big ones.

At least, it doesn't immediately become fish on the board.

No one could have imagined that a small fire would turn out like this.

Whether it was the Willants, the Leon nobles, or the freedmen of Westsail Harbor, they were all stunned.

Perhaps it was so many coincidental factors that this powder keg full of fuses exploded in one bit.

In short, this chaos has completely stopped......

Squatting near the warehouse area with a group of cultists, Isher swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, and a shiver could not help but be written on his otherwise brave pupils.

He hadn't recovered from the series of changes in front of him yet, but there was only one thing he was extremely conscious.

There's no doubt that these guys messed things up.

While it wasn't entirely their fault, the good deeds who set the warehouse on fire first, Najib who forced onlookers to rush in to put out the fire, and the Willantes who fired the first shot were all responsible, but it doesn't make sense to say that for now.

Ischer's Adam's apple moved.

"I'm in trouble now......"

(End of chapter)