In the lower reaches of the Yongliu River, at the river wharf of the Golden Gallen Harbor, several young men in uniform are standing next to the newsstand.

They are the marine police in the area, mainly responsible for detecting smuggling, maintaining order at the docks and shipping, and rescuing drowning stowaways.

Compared with the warlords in Huzhou and Leopard Prefecture, who shoot fugitives who break through the border with guns, the authorities at Jingallen Port are more tolerant of smuggling.

For moral reasons, the authorities will not repatriate them, but they cannot allow displaced people to rush into the city.

Often, they send displaced people to suburban settlements, where they can live for a while, find work at the docks, or introduce them to work, while teaching them simple life skills and the laws they must know.

After leaving the settlement, the displaced people are given a work card with a tax ID number on it, which counts as proof of their identity.

In the future, if they get an ID card, the tax ID number will directly become their ID number.

In fact, in order to obtain an identity as soon as possible, most stowaways will take the initiative to seek them after they come ashore.

Because of this, their work is relatively easy, and they will come to the newsstand when they are not busy.

The newspaper they were holding at the moment was the latest issue of the Survivor Daily, and the headline was the Xifan Port tragedy that happened a week ago.

The newspaper gave a detailed account of the cause and effect of the incident and the beginning and end of the incident.

The cause was that a laborer named Orissa died of exhaustion on the docks, causing other local freeman laborers to go on strike.

Authorities-controlled labor agencies pretended to accede to the protesters' demands, but when the peak shipping season passed, they repented and brought in slaves from elsewhere on a large scale in an attempt to replace the uncooperative freedmen, thus igniting the anger of the freedmen.

It just so happened that the warehouses in the port were stacked with the munitions that the corps intended to transport to the front.

Thus began an uprising with fire as the trigger, and in the end it was obvious that it was out of control.

Due to the lag of the news, they did not know until now that such a terrible thing had happened on the other side of the coast of the land under their feet......

"You really deserve it......," a young marine policeman cursed and flipped the page of the newspaper in indignation.

The next page is about Yanush, the self-proclaimed king.

However, the reporter of the "Survivor Daily" branch of French Fries Harbor did not open his eyes after all, and he didn't know much about this guy, only that he used to be under Alayyan, and he had participated in the butterfly swimming competition on the outskirts of Port Goldgallen, so he was a veteran.

The Thirteenth Route Army set out from Xifan Harbor and is burning the fire to the hinterland of the Empire, and it is still unknown where it will be hit......

Unlike the young marine policeman, the slightly older man next to him shrugged his shoulders.

"But civilians are innocent."

"Innocent?"

The young man's eyes widened as he looked at his colleague as if he had heard something incredulous.

"Are your compatriots Welantes? Did the uprising break out for no reason? The first person to die was called Orissa, and there were more than 3,000 Borneos who died there! How can you sympathize with the slave owners and the imperialists? ”

Many people may not have even looked at it, and selectively ignored the "lowly" name of Orissa, but he clearly remembered that this name was the beginning of everything.

He didn't care what race that person was, he saw that person as his countryman, a Brahman!

As for what Yanush, what the army of the Heavenly King, it was just a flame that floated later.

The Willant is the real arsonist!

The lackeys of the empire are playing with fire, skewering his compatriots into skewers and roasting them on the fire!

Now that they have gotten away with it, they are just to blame.

He only hated that this fire could not be burned in the city of Triumph, but burned in the land of Borneo, making the exploited the price of exploitation and making his countrymen suffer from the flames of war.

He believed that there was more than one person in the entire Golden Gallen Harbor who had seen what the hell Westsail Harbor was like in more than one newspaper.

Looking at the excited young man, the slightly older marine policeman sighed and said.

"That's exactly what I mean by innocent, the survivors of Westsail Harbor are innocent...... And, of course, the dead civilians of the Willantes, who left their homes to come to our homes to expand territory for the Legion, and eventually fell victim to politicians. I don't think it's true that they have enjoyed the benefits of the colony. ”

Everything is comparative, macro and macro comparison, micro and micro comparison.

The alliance did not engage in colonization, but engaged in win-win cooperation, and the life of the inhabitants of the alliance was not bad. He hasn't been to Dawning City, but he has seen the changes in Golden Gallen Port, and he can't always be charitable, and the development outside his home is better than at home.

“…… They are all victims, and what is truly reprehensible is the rules of exploitation and endless greed. ”

But that's an afterthought.

By the time he got the paper, it was all over.

The Willant were probably venting their anger at Saisail Harbor, but the survivors of Borneo were waking up.

Just like the young man next to him, his first reaction was no longer what tribe Orissa was, but that group of big noses dared to kill my people!

It would be naïve for the Legion to think that killing the people of a city would conquer them.

In the history of the People's Federation, imperialism has never really triumphed, and has always moved from one quagmire to another, and finally drowned in the torrent of the times.

This war has only just begun.

What about airships?

What about inheritance?

Who didn't come out of the great desert two hundred years ago?

As long as history moves forward, they will eventually drown in an endless sea of people......

While the two were arguing and even arguing, Kapil was flipping through Mr. Mouse's anthology.

He was not interested in war.

Ever since the shells took him out of his right arm and sent him to a prisoner-of-war camp, the deafening sounds no longer shook him.

But those powerful words are still okay.

He was a reader of "Mr. Rat", and he was in a prisoner of war camp.

And it was precisely because he read the article "Red Clay" that he made the decision to stay in his heart.

The authorities of the port of Golden Gallen reached a consensus with the empire on the return of prisoners of war, but because the incident happened at the Ten Peaks Mountain, which caused the people of the port of Golden Gallen to petition on the streets, the authorities did not force the prisoners to return home, but changed to a voluntary stay.

At that time, Kapil spent a sum of money to get the commanders who came to receive the prisoners of war to count him severely disabled and allow him to remain in the port of Golden Gallen for "humanitarian treatment".

In fact, after he was fitted with the prosthetic limbs produced in Boulder City, except for three days and two ends to recharge, it had no impact on his daily life and work, and the money was only to save his family and the honor of the family.

After that, the prisoner of war camp was converted into a settlement for displaced people, and he was transferred here to work as a marine policeman.

While Kapil was flipping through the anthology, a bell rang from the dock in the distance.

I saw a cargo ship with a green background and a royal insignia slowly sailing into the river port.

"There's a big ship." Putting the newspaper back on the newsstand, the slightly older marine police put on their hats, "Strange, is there a flight from the port to report the big ship today?" ”

Another marine policeman next to him squinted his eyes and said with a grin on the corner of his mouth.

"The merchant ships of the Xilan royal family, these people never report here...... They're still their own home, hehe. ”

It is not a hard and fast rule to take a telegram to apply for a flight number and berth before the departure of the big ship, but only to reduce the trouble between the two parties.

After all, the berths of inland ports are tight and the capacity resources are limited, so there are not berths to stop ships at any time.

When we caught up with the peak of transportation capacity before, the river was blocked, and there were relevant regulations.

However, the emperor of Borneo never obeyed it, and his merchant ships often forgot to apply, either arriving a day early or a day late.

Several of the marine police officers muttered.

"Tsk, Lao Tzu annoys this unruly person the most."

"Check him!"

“…… There is no emperor in the port of Golden Gallen, everyone is the same, go up and have a look. ”

"Here, wait for me."

Kapil also put the anthology back in the newspaper, leaving a bill for the stall owner and instructing him to help him keep the unfinished anthology and come back later.

The group walked to the wharf, just in time to see the owner of the merchant ship and the port staff on the wharf shouting.

"We arrived a day early, help us find a berth!"

The port operator rolled his eyes.

"How can there be a berth for you, line up on the river!"

The distinguished guest behind him was urging, and the owner of the ship was anxious, but it was inconvenient to speak clearly, so he could only threaten.

"Aren't you afraid that we'll block the river?"

The port operator joked

"Scare me, you try to block one."

The shipowner's teeth itched, but he was helpless.

Fortunately, at this moment, the witch camel and the ministers paid no attention to him, and they all looked at the shore in a daze, and all of them opened their mouths in surprise.

Prince Dilip, in particular, had come here with that Alayan, who was squatting in a small house in the Craba market on the outskirts of the city.

As for this place, it was originally a muddy reed, and he even remembered the path along the river.

But the path was no longer visible, and was replaced by a wider and longer concrete road.

Detached huts are scattered along the edge of the river port, and small courtyards overgrown with flowers and plants have bicycles tied to the door, and green painted mailboxes are erected.

Although not every cottage is so exquisite, those exquisite houses are no longer inferior to the citizens of Tiandu.

Occasionally, one or two unique mansions, even a tasteful prince like him couldn't help but write admiration and envy on his face, and the idea of buying two houses came to mind.

Speaking of which......

The Governor's Mansion of Nehac is not so magnificent, is it?

Dilip thought he was in the wealthy area of Golden Gallen Harbor, but he didn't know that it was only a suburb, and it was a far suburb across the harbor.

Those who lived nearby were either dock workers at inland ports, female workers in textile factories, or merchants and dignitaries who often traveled to and from Huzhou and Baozhou.

Since land in the suburbs was cheap and there were not as many rules as in the city, the wealthy people of Huzhou and Baozhou liked to set up a second home here, buy a large piece of land, and then hire a designer from the port of Jingallen to build a mansion in the style of the Union or the Legion.

In addition to the elegantly decorated buildings, you can also faintly see rows of square buildings as high as the city wall.

These buildings, often not far from factories and stations, are lined with rows of windows, like ears of corn, and are inhabited by newly moved residents.

"It's ...... My Gold Gallen Harbor? ”

The whole person of the witch camel was stunned, and it took a long time to squeeze out such a sentence from his mouth.

Dillip had been here the previous year, and his impression of it was even more distant, remembering only that the Yongliu River was a patch of red soil on the other, plantations on the other, and beyond that there were endless low-shacks and the high-walled camp of Lowell.

Coming here to be a governor is a chore, after all, out of the port is a slum, and the whole street smells bad during the hot dry season.

And what catches his eye now is a complete subversion of his impression.

He couldn't even imagine that this settlement would appear on the land of the province of Borneo.

The ministers who followed him looked at each other and could not say a word.

Apparently they were also shocked.

At this time, a speedboat with a police badge drove towards this direction.

The marine policeman standing on the speedboat shouted towards the deck.

"Guard, check the ship!"

The owner of the ship, who was arguing with the port administration, hurriedly looked at the speedboat and explained with a smile.

"We are a royal merchant ship!"

The marine police standing on the deck said impatiently.

"The royal merchant ship will also have to be inspected, put the ladder down, hurry."

The ship's owner was in a dilemma, and looked at His Majesty and Prince Dilip behind him pleadingly.

Wu Huo's face darkened, but he exchanged a few words with the minister beside him, and finally nodded.

The eunuch stepped forward.

"Allow them to come up."

The owner of the ship breathed a sigh of relief and quickly knelt down to thank him.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

A group of marine police got on board and looked at the nobles standing on the deck with surprised expressions on their faces.

Although these people didn't wear their titles on their bodies, the robes they wore and the accessories they wore around their waists were worth a lot of money, and they couldn't make it tens of millions of gallons.

And what is even more puzzling is that these nobles actually entered the port on a ship that pulled goods.

Even if this is a merchant ship of the royal family, it is also a cargo ship that pulls cargo......

Kapil always felt that the face of the man at the head was somewhat familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it for a while.

As usual, he said to the men.

"Do you have any paperwork or any kind of ID?" If not, you have to go to the customs to register......"

Before he could finish his words, the man of good status suddenly glared at him with an angry face.

"Bastard! What paperwork do I need to go back to my home? ”

Kapil was stunned, and several marine policemen around him were also stunned, not knowing what this guy was crazy about.

But at this moment, Kapil suddenly recognized this familiar face, and a trace of disbelief gradually appeared in his eyes.

How is this possible?!

In the port of Golden Gallen?

He opened his mouth wide, couldn't close his chin, and subconsciously blurted out.

“…… Your Majesty?! ”

……

The Witch Camel appeared in the port of Kingalen.

And it came out of the reed beach in the far suburbs with those stowaways.

As soon as the news was published, it immediately caused a huge sensation throughout the Golden Gallen Harbor.

The inland port, which is usually crowded with black people, is crowded with black people.

There were even people who came from the harbor area just to see what the emperor looked like.

Due to the fact that the crowd affected the order of shipping, the port authorities could only send additional manpower to maintain order, and at the same time park the royal merchant ship carrying the Manchu civil and military forces of the Xilan Empire on the shore outside the port, and trouble the witch camel to float on the water for a while.

In fact, there is no need for the authorities to mention this stubble at all.

Seeing the crowded situation on the shore, the witch camel was also frightened enough, not to mention that he didn't dare to mention the matter of getting off the boat, and he hid in the cabin all day and didn't even dare to open a window, for fear of seeing the light and letting people know which room he was in.

The empire is not an alliance after all, and he doesn't dare to stand in the crowd like a manager.

After all, what if there were assassins in there?

Most people who have ghosts in their hearts are like this, and everyone thinks that the other party wants to harm them.

That night.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, the witch camel was depressed in his heart, drinking tea and playing chess with Prince Dilip.

At that moment his most faithful eunuch came in from outside the door and prostrated himself to the ground.

“…… Your Majesty, the correspondent of the Port Gillum branch of the Daily Survivor would like to interview you. ”

Witch Camel frowned.

"Journalists? What's that? ”

The eunuch explained tremblingly.

"That's it...... Providing materials for newspapers. ”

"Newspapers?"

Wu Camel frowned, vaguely as if he had heard of it, it was not a good thing anyway.

So he waved his hand and threw down a sentence impatiently.

"No, let him go."

The eunuch nodded submissively, and was about to withdraw from this "palace".

Prince Dilip, who was sitting in front of the witch camel, suddenly moved in his heart, first beckoned to stop the eunuch who was about to exit the door, and then looked at the witch camel and said.

"Wait...... Your Majesty, I don't think it's a bad thing to be interviewed. The reason why the inhabitants of Golden Gallen Harbor have gathered on the shore today is nothing more than to pay homage to your majesty and the spirit of a saint—"

The witch camel interrupted his chatter impatiently.

"Is my majesty worthy of those who are worthy of me?"

Prince Dilip said with a dry cough.

"That being said...... But think about it from another angle, it's better to be blocked than to be sparse. If you will satisfy the curiosity of those who do not know how to do it, maybe they will be able to disperse from the river. At that time, we had better go to the shore and stay, so that we would not float on the river all the time. ”

The group of grass robbers in the west didn't know how long it would be, and the forbidden army didn't give a message.

If the residents of Golden Gallen Harbor come here all day to join in the fun, they may not be able to get ashore all the time.

The ever-flowing river was so humid and the deck was always shaky that he couldn't stand to be on board all the time.

Wu Camel obviously had this idea too, pinching the chess pieces and thinking for a moment, then nodded slowly.

"Okay."

The pieces landed on the board.

He glanced at the eunuch who was grabbing the ground at the door with his head, and said quietly.

"Then let me meet the reporter."

……

The night was getting deeper, and there was silence on the Yongliu River, with only the sound of frogs in the reeds.

Although the crowd on the shore dispersed, the people on the boat still did not dare to come down.

However, even if he did not dare to get off the boat, the witch camel slept peacefully on the boat, and the snoring in the "sleeping palace" just after ten o'clock was like thunder, even more soundly than when passing by the warlord's territory.

But he slept soundly, while some people in Jackal Harbor couldn't.

For example, Jodhu, the secretary of the Governor's Office.

As the acting governor of the port of Golden Gallen, he is basically in charge of the affairs of the entire port.

He had never received a diplomatic note from the Imperial side before, and he didn't know that the Imperial Emperor was coming to the port of Jingallen, so when he heard that the witch camel appeared at the port of the Yongliu River, he was stunned.

“…… Is the Emperor really here? ”

Standing across from Jordo, Sheriff Bihari smiled wryly and wiped the sweat from his forehead with a tissue.

"It's true...... I didn't believe it at first, so I made a special trip to the boat to take a look. ”

He was the head of the Port District Guard during the Nehaq period, and was later promoted to sergeant for his outstanding performance during the occupation.

Although he rarely talks about his title of nobility anymore, he was once a nobleman of the Empire.

Therefore, others did not know what the witch camel looked like, but he remembered it clearly.

including several archdukes and princes on that deck.

Pacing back and forth in front of his desk, Jordu stopped and couldn't help but ask.

"Could it be a fake?"

Bihari said with a smile in his eyes.

"How is that possible...... And it's not just the emperor, the Prince Dilip is also there, he recorded biometric information in our prison, and it came out as soon as it was checked. If you don't believe me, I'll take him to test it? ”

Yodu said quickly.

"Not really...... They're not suspects, so don't arrest them. ”

Sheriff Bihari said with a wry smile.

"So what about it? Just let them float on the river? ”

"It's not easy to do......"

Jodu fell into deep thought.

His political sense of smell told him that it was not so simple behind the scenes.

Since the witch camel chose to come here, it must be judged that there is nowhere to go.

Even the emperor himself felt that he could no longer control the situation......

A faint smell of corpses could be faintly smelled from the wind blowing from the eternal river, and a thought popped into Jodo's mind.

This empire is coming to an end!

It was like a corpse that was not mourned, and no matter how tightly the coffin board was covered, it could not hide the stench that peeked out of the cracks.

A drop of hot sweat oozed from Jodo's forehead.

At this moment, what he was thinking about was not what the future fate of the empire would be, but what kind of impact and impact the collapse of this behemoth would have on the port of Golden Gallen.

As one of the candidates for future mayor, he will first have to be accountable to the residents of Port Goldgallen.

Especially be responsible for their deposits.

“…… Let's ask the alliance for their opinion on this matter first, and see what they say, and we'd better not mix it up. ”

Hearing Yodu's words, Bihari nodded hurriedly in agreement.

"That's what I think too, you should contact the alliance quickly."

"I've sent a telegram to the Alliance as soon as possible, but it's late at night in Dawning City, and I'm afraid we won't be able to reply until tomorrow......"

At this point, Jodhu paused, walked over to his desk, picked up the phone, and dialed his secretary.

"Let the president of the Golden Gallen Harbor Bank come to my office, as well as the director of the Foreign Trade Authority...... Well, right now, I don't care if they're lying in bed or soaking in the bathtub, get dressed and come over to me right away! ”

"I have important things to discuss with them face to face."

……

The next morning, the sun was shining, and the port area of Golden Gallen Port was as bustling as ever.

The day before yesterday, the tragedy in Xifan Port was rumored, and today the emperor of Xilan came to Jingallen Port again.

People are talking about whether Tiandu has been defeated by the Heavenly King's army.

It's a pity that neither Lion City nor Tiandu has a branch of the Survivor Daily, and they can only guess.

But if only that were the case.

The Heavenly King Army finally shouted the slogan of abolishing slaves and dividing the land, and I heard that it was indeed divided, so it can be regarded as a little progress.

And putting aside progress or not, they have already seen that the empire and the emperor are not pleasing to the eye!

In the beef noodle breakfast shop, a group of diners chatted about the freshly baked newspaper while sipping noodles.

"It's a good death! It's best to kill all the ministers of the Manchu Dynasty! Give them a crushing of bones! ”

An old man shook his head, sighed and pointed.

"I'm afraid it's not that simple, the Legion won't sit idly by and watch the empire collapse like this, and they've killed so many people in the Legion. The Thirteenth Route Army seems to be turbulent, but they are all farming, and the logistics can't keep up, and it is still unpredictable whether they will win or lose. ”

A man who looked elegant also shook his head and said regretfully.

"I am afraid that their blood will be shed, but it will be in vain."

Not far from them, a dock worker was so angry that he slapped the table and said.

"These dogs have big noses! I enslaved my compatriots, and now I want to meddle in our internal affairs! When we are soft persimmons! ”

Many people responded to this remark, and the diners sitting in the noodle restaurant were filled with righteous indignation.

"It's so deceitful!"

"I'm going to donate to the Federation! Lao Tzu donated a month's salary! ”

"What's the use of donating money to the Federation, they are supporting Lassy, and that guy is still spending money in Mammoth State and Alayan!"

"This Rassi's business is getting bigger and bigger, but it's not as good as that Yanush."

"Heh, I'm not optimistic about that guy...... I'm not afraid of him being the emperor, I'm afraid that he wants to go to Dawn City to be listed as a duke. ”

"Hahaha! In such a comparison, it was that Yanush was more cheerful, and he just did it when he picked up the gun! ”

"It's a pity that it's not easy to transport supplies from here, and it's convenient for them to do things on the east coast."

"It's useless, if you donate more guns to them, will they be able to stop the legion? The Legion is coming to an end...... Ay! It's hard to say who these 4 million square kilometers will fall into......"

Just when everyone was talking, an unusual group of people entered the noodle shop.

Walking to the corner of the noodle shop and sitting down, Ah Xin ordered a bowl of scallion oil noodles and a basket of soup dumplings as usual, and then spread a newspaper in his hand, drinking tea while watching slowly.

He has been literate for some time and now has no problem reading and writing.

Even if no one reads it on the sidelines, he can understand it by himself.

Standing behind him, Kunar listened to the indignant conversation of the diners, and couldn't help but clench his fists and mutter.

"The emperor of this dog day still dares to come to the port of Golden Gallen...... Boss, why don't we do him? ”

A mere inland river cargo ship only needs to send someone to dig a hole in the bottom of the boat, so that they can also taste the water of the eternal river.

"Are you crazy?"

Ah Xin was stunned, glanced back at his stupid little brother, and shook his head hatefully before turning back.

Kill the emperor?

Can this Xilan's problem be solved by killing an emperor?

It's better for their group of petty traders not to meddle in the affairs of the big guys, otherwise they won't know how they will die when the time comes.

Of course, if a big man of sufficient weight asked him to do it, he would gladly accept it.

It's really not that hard to kill someone.

Especially on his turf.

However, this thing is also very strange, why the witch camel that has just announced the "North Hunt" suddenly appeared here.

After staring at the newspaper for a while, a gleam suddenly flashed in Ah Xin's eyes.

"This emperor ...... I'm afraid I'm here to avoid trouble. ”

Kunar was stunned when he heard this, and asked in a low voice.

"You mean, the Heavenly King's Army has hit the Heavenly Capital?"

Ah Xin said casually.

"He's been here for two days, so he's fighting now."

Hearing this, Kunar's heart was shocked, and he subconsciously thought about the map of Borneo Province.

Boy!

Isn't this going down two states in a week?!

Even on the plains, where the Legion had helped build infrastructure, the speed of the march was exaggerated.

"In this way, isn't that Heavenly King even more powerful than Lassy......"

Hearing this, Ah Xin smiled, shook his head and said.

"You can't just look at the surface of the problem, whether it's powerful or not depends on who the opponent is. Yanusz faced an army of peasants, while Rasi faced Alayan. Don't underestimate that wolf clansman, he did suffer at the hands of the Alliance, but he didn't exactly lose on the battlefield. ”

There are few people in the entire Golden Gallen Harbor who want the empire to win, and it is a coincidence that the Gray Wolf Army can win.

In fact, including himself, he has learned the lesson of the empire's failure, and he is extraordinarily careful when expanding his business, never doing things at any time, and leaving a line in everything.

Not only that, the leaders of other gangs are eager to write ruthless words on their faces, only he is polite to everyone, and even sits with neighbors to eat noodles and give red envelopes to children during the New Year.

It is precisely because of this that the Assasin gang can become bigger and stronger.

Kunar touched the back of his head and said with a smile.

"That's right, hehe...... As soon as you said that I remembered, you also made one with your own hands. ”

Asin glanced at him.

"It's not a good thing...... Don't mention it. ”

"Okay boss," Kunar nodded, paused for a moment and asked, "What about the ......Emperor?"

Ah Xin slapped him on the back of the head in hatred.

"Why don't you have a long memory, what do you always think about that guy? This is not what our gang does at all, just manage our own one-third of an acre of land! ”

Kunar scratched the back of his head.

"But you said you were going to pull the emperor off his horse...... Isn't this trying to take care of you? ”

Ah Xin was stunned for a moment, and then remembered that he had indeed said this, and that it was when he was doing it for Lassy.

In this situation, looking at the down-and-out emperor in the newspaper, he couldn't help laughing.

It's really nostalgic to think about.

In the blink of an eye, what I dreamed of in my dreams was about to come true.

"Yes, that's right...... Kunar, my friend, I did say that. ”

"And I can tell you that my wish is about to come true haha!"

……

(Thanks to the leader of the alliance who "walks in the rain" for his reward!! ）

(End of chapter)