Letting the Willant build their own homes was a compromise, as the authorities of Settlement 1 could not conjure up a new city with a capacity of 5,000 people out of thin air.

In particular, Settlement No. 1 itself is hosting wastelanders from the eastern provinces, and the rate of expansion of the settlement and population growth have just reached a fragile balance, and no one wants to break it.

Again, these immigrants themselves bring a lot of money and manpower.

Labor needs jobs, and money needs to go where it goes, and with a little resource allocation, both needs can be met at the same time.

It was this opportunity that Henk found to be able to satisfy the demands of all parties.

The authorities of Settlement 1 only need to come up with a blueprint to create a high-growth new district. The construction site in the new area can not only stimulate the local economy, but also solve more problems brought about by the continuous integration of Weilante people in the future.

And with the dinar as a guarantee, the banks of the alliance will also be happy to lend money.

After all, it is much more reliable to use real money foreign exchange as collateral than to use white strips or stocks as collateral.

Although some Borneos picked out the word "homeland" and shouted that it was a conspiracy of the "soft colonization" of the Wilantes, not many people bought it.

After all, in terms of numbers alone, there are far more Borneos running to the alliance than there are Wirants.

First the Moon Clan, and then the residents of Golden Gallon Harbor, these guys have been running away since the Xilan period.

In a sense, they are also beneficiaries of the Union Constitution.

Crossing the river and trying to tear down the bridge is not a good person anywhere.

In fact, some of the Brahmins, after calming down, realized that the reason for the protest was untenable.

They tried to gain sympathy from others with racial narratives, but the survivors in the eastern provinces didn't buy it.

The Alliance's war in support of Borneo was not because of their bloodline or hatred of the Wilantes, but because of their class similarities, who were also survivors of suffering in the wasteland.

They themselves fled to the League to seek refuge because of their race, and now they attack their class brothers on racist grounds, which is unjustifiable.

And even more so through this drastic way......

By noon, most of the protesting crowd had dispersed in front of the town hall, but there were still a hundred diehards still holding their ground.

The guards of the settlements pulled a separation belt around them.

There were several pushes and shovers, but they did not turn into conflicts.

Compared to the wastelanders in the eastern provinces, the survivors of Borneo are actually less aggressive and have a much more docile personality.

As for paranoia, that's another matter.

Most Brahminas are keen to reason only when it is in their own interest, and they are hostile to the positive and negative sides of logic, even if this kind of detrimental behavior has caused them to suffer for the past two centuries.

Standing outside the separation line, looking at the energetic old man holding the flag of the Mammoth Nation, the young guard couldn't help but pout.

"Since they like that Rassi so much, why don't they go back? Now is when Lassi needs them most. ”

The old colleague standing next to him grinned and said teasingly.

"Haha, I dare to bet you a silver coin, if he really goes to Lassy's territory, he will be more honest than going to our prison."

The young guard couldn't hold back his laughter, but was glared at by the old man carrying the flag of the Mammoth Nation.

"What are you laughing at! I've paid my taxes! ”

The young guard said with a smile.

"Yes, yes, your majesty, if you think anyone around here is not paying their taxes, please let me know."

The old man's face turned white.

The colleague standing on the side quickly pulled the young guard and gave him a warning look to stop stirring up.

The latter made a helpless expression and turned back to the car.

At this moment, the mayor who did not show up seemed to finally be unable to resist the pressure and finally sent his secretary out.

Perhaps seeing the dawn of victory, the hundreds of Brahsinas protested louder and more agitated.

The mayor's secretary, who had been pushed out to block the mines, took the horn from the hands of the town hall staff and shouted at the hundred or so Borneo who were shouting slogans.

"Ahem...... Friends from Borneo, please calm down, no matter what your demands are, this is only an administrative body, not a legislative or judicial body, let alone a duke's estate. We, like you, must abide by the common laws, and if you feel that taking in those Willantes violates the laws of the Alliance, or that there is something wrong with our laws, you should go to the Council or the courts—"

Before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by the sound of one voice after another.

To tell the truth, it was the first time he had seen such a brave Borneo since he had never been to the front line, and he saw the old man with the mammoth flag yelling at him with a red face and a thick neck.

"Is this a matter of the law?"

"Then what's the problem—"

His voice was interrupted again, and the young man who followed the old man yelled at him.

"That's right! The law is just the bottom line! It doesn't mean it's right! ”

"That's it! This law is unreasonable, why let the people of Weilante share the fruits of our labor! ”

"And the Willantes of the Southern Legion! Who knows if there will be a couple of centurions or centurions mixed in there! ”

Voices echoed in front of the town hall, and the protesting Borneo seemed determined to turn the concrete floor into mud and wait for someone to stir it up.

The mayor's secretary was dumbfounded.

But he was a man who had seen the world, and his mind quickly turned a corner.

"That's right, the law is just the bottom line, and we should hold ourselves to higher moral standards in our daily lives...... However, a person who does not even have a bottom line, can you believe that he has a higher moral standard than the bottom line? ”

Perhaps because the players are very reasonable, he instinctively tries to rely on the reasoning to convince these emotional Brahmi.

However, he did not realize that trying to reason with the Brahmans was a wrong decision in itself.

There has never been a Brahma who has become emperor by convincing people with reason, and without exception it has not been achieved by cheating, stealing, robbing, and so on.

"I want to see the manager!"

"We can't tell you clearly!"

"That's right! Let's meet the managers! ”

An unreasonable roar turned all coherent explanations into jokes, and the secretary, who was still trying to reason, finally understood why his superiors were reluctant to come out and face the gang of fellows himself, and the group of people in the delegate pretended not to see it.

They don't want order, they want something else.

He finally gave up, yelling at himself.

"Okay! Go for it! Don't go, I look down on you! Go buy your ticket and go to Dawn City to meet your esteemed Mr. Administrator! Go and tell that gentleman, dear Mr. Administrator, that you are working in vain...... No one is stopping you! ”

The guards who were standing behind the barrier and watching the play looked at each other.

"I suddenly started to feel a little sympathetic to the mayor......

"You're not the only one."

It is worth mentioning that the Security Bureau is not a subordinate department of the City Hall, and Settlement 1 is also in the same vein as Dawn City in this regard.

As long as things don't turn violent, they won't do anything. And if they obey the orders of the town hall or some powerful "big man" and disperse the crowd that did not take any further action, they may be punished by the Guards.

The brahsines who protested apparently understood this as well, so they didn't block the door or occupy the road, they just shouted under the window of the mayor's office.

At noon, Gu Ning rushed from the port area to the vicinity of the city hall by car, and happened to meet another regional representative of the congress not far from the door.

His name is Suka, and even the Brahminats can't tell that he is a Moon, if you only look at his ID and appearance.

However, Gu Ning, who was also in the regional congress, knew his identity, and also knew that he would send a quarter of his salary every month to the federation of the Golden Gallen Harbor (not the one from Absek).

Perhaps because of the hardships they have suffered in the past, these Moon people are much more united than the "snakes, rats, insects and birds" of Borneo.

Gu Ning gently straightened his collar, stopped next to him, and said with a light smile.

"You're not going to talk to them?"

Sukka was silent for a moment, then sighed and said.

"Mr. Gu, can you understand that feeling of love and hate?"

Gu Ning understood the complexity and dilemma in his eyes, but he didn't say anything, just smiled and patted him on the shoulder.

"Leave it to me."

Looking at Gu Ning who was walking forward in silence, Suka shook his head, but finally couldn't bear to continue looking, and turned to leave.

They were all people sitting together in a meeting, and how could he not know what was hidden in that guy's smile?

He was sure that what the guy was going to do might be good for the Alliance, but not necessarily good for his fellow citizens.

But he no longer has the power to stop it, and he doesn't know whether he should stop it or not.

After all, he is already a member of the Union......

It is worth mentioning that there have always been two forces within the alliance, radical and conservative, corresponding to the left and the right. Although objectively these two forces are still very young and there are few public debates, it does not mean that they do not exist.

For example, Mr. Gu is a typical conservative.

They had no dispute with the radicals about the "acceptance of the suffering survivors of the wasteland", after all, this was the earliest clause written in the Constitution.

However, they and the people they represent have very different views on specific questions such as "what kind of survivors are acceptable", "what kind of people can be united", and "will uniting those who should not be united shake the foundation of the alliance".

Another thing worth mentioning is that there aren't as many people within the alliance who hate the Wilantes as the Brahminas and Wilantes themselves think.

After all, represented by Vanus, the Willantes have long been fighting alongside the survivors of the River Valley Province against the Legion and the lackeys it has fostered.

And the efforts of these people, everyone else is watching.

The inhabitants of the Vault do not engage in racial narratives, and in their view, the survivors of this planet have been remnants of the Human Union for two centuries - even the Willantes, created by the Ministry of Technology, use human DNA templates and the biotechnology of human civilization.

Plus the ass of the legion is not clean, and the empire is not noble.

Not to mention the things that Wu Tuo did, even the Borneo provinces that had drawn a line with him had carried out a series of horrific operations such as "blatant assassination on diplomatic occasions", "exploitation of overseas laborers", "smuggling contraband" and so on.

There are many people who sympathize with them, and there are many people who think they deserve it.

It is precisely for this reason that it is very difficult to gain the "favoritism" of the public of the alliance by selling miserably, and it is extremely dangerous to try to challenge the constitution of the alliance with this "favoritism".

Sukka actually saw it very clearly.

Compared to the "Southern Willants" who clamped their tails and became people, and those Willantes who had no connection with the Southern Legion, the guys gathered at the gate of the town hall were actually doing a dangerous thing.

The more they emphasize their own bloodline and the tragic fate attached to it, and try to kidnap those progressive voices against their original intentions, the more they will awaken a backlash from conservative voices within the Alliance—

[We've helped you enough, let's stop in moderation.] 】

Conservatives will definitely play on the topic.

And it's too late for him to stop it......

Seeing the people of the congress coming, the mayor's secretary, who was standing downstairs to calm the emotions of the Brahmins, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"You're finally here."

Gu Ning, who rushed to the scene, didn't talk nonsense, counted the heads of people present, and then pulled the secretary aside.

"Help me order a hundred and twenty boxed lunches for them, as well as mineral water, and I'll pay for it...... Don't order too expensive, the budget is only two hundred silver coins, as long as you can eat enough. ”

Thinking that this guy was here to relieve the siege, the secretary gave him a strange look.

"Bring them food? If I were them, I would be able to mess around here until the night! ”

Gu Ning said succinctly.

"A man can't listen to anything when he's hungry, and it's better to let them mess around until the evening than to let them come again tomorrow...... Don't forget to order me too, I haven't eaten a bite of food since morning. ”

The mayor's secretary stared at him with a strange expression, but in the end he didn't say anything and turned back to the town hall.

It didn't take long for one hundred and twenty-one boxed lunches to be delivered, one meat and two vegetables were not rich, but they were not cold.

The Brahmans also happened to be hungry, and their voices were even more hoarse, but they did not refuse the food and water offered by the representative.

Gu Ning personally handed it to the protesters present and sat down with them to finish eating.

Perhaps he was moved by his proximity to the people, and the Brahmanas all regarded him as a family member who talked about everything.

For their praise, Gu Ning just smiled modestly, ate quietly for seven minutes, and then waited for all of them to finish.

This is not for show.

Or to put it more rigorously, at least not in the part of the dinner.

At most, it can be regarded as a salute before a soldier.

Finally, when it was time for the lunch break, there were more and more residents working in the neighborhood on the street. Most of them were survivors from the eastern provinces, but there were also Willantes from the Eastern Legion, and most of them came with a lively mentality.

Seeing that there were more and more people around, the well-fed and well-fed Brahman wiped his hands, picked up the sign that was resting on the ground again, and prepared to strike while the iron was hot.

At this moment, Gu Ning said in a gentle tone.

"Friends, I have not asked you what your demands are, now please tell me, I can only solve the problem for you if I know your demands."

"We don't like the Willant."

"Get them out of the league!"

"Speaking of which, they themselves are created problems, right? Why can't this group of big noses be removed from this world? ”

Looking at those excited people, Gu Ning smiled kindly and took the horn from the hand of the mayor's secretary.

"Don't like it...... That's a good reason, I'm like you guys, and there are a lot of things I don't like, like too sweet and too salty. But what I hate more than those two things are people who feel like the whole world has to revolve around them. ”

"That kind of person is like a baby whose head is too big to fit into a stroller, and wants this person to die today, and that person to die tomorrow, and if you want to satisfy their appetite, you have to tear everything upside down and start over, and it is better to sew up his foul mouth...... I want to say, since all the problems are made by these things, why can't they be the ones who die? ”

There was silence.

Including the mayor's secretary who handed him the horn, the whole person opened his mouth wide in shock.

However, not all of them were surprised.

For example, the young man who sat in the police car before couldn't help but applaud twice excitedly...... Out of sight of all.

The Brahmans who came back to their senses understood his finger and scolded Huai, and they all scolded him.

"What the hell do you mean?!"

"It's really unreasonable...... Damn it's those big noses, is it still our fault?! ”

"You betrayed the Alliance!!"

One of them scolded more ugly than the other, but maybe it was because they were full, maybe they had a short mouth, and their shouting voices did not have much confidence.

In the face of the overwhelming scolding, Gu Ning turned a deaf ear, and instead continued in a higher and louder voice to more people standing behind them.

"I'm always loyal to the Alliance, no one loves the Alliance more than I do, and the guy who runs away with his tail between his legs is even less qualified to judge me."

"Also, I'm not targeting anyone, I'm just talking about the kind of guy I hate. If I had the chance, I'd love to build a big colony ship and send those lunatics to a planet alone. ”

"They can stay with themselves and themselves, just do what they do best, kill themselves and themselves on that planet, mate with the things they want to mate, lick the toes they want to lick, just like the animals do and think about all day long, as long as they don't get in the way of our eyes!"

I have never seen a representative so down-to-earth, watching the lively people on the street cheering and whistling.

One of the prosthetic players even interjected with a smile.

"I'm rooting for you, I'm guessing you're talking about the Legion!"

Gu Ning stretched out his hand and pointed at him, and followed his words.

"You're right, the last thing the Legion lacks is the kind of guy who wants to ride on top of someone else and all day long! Especially the captains, who wage war with lies, participate in them passively or actively, smear their ugly and filthy hopes with the blood of their countrymen, and then use their marshals and professed loyalty as shields! Am I right that this hypocritical thing doesn't deserve to be a word for loyalty, or even a loyal and brave Willant? ”

The crowd burst into applause.

And a few of the clapping lads were none other than the Willants.

Their faces glowed red with excitement, and the guy said what they wanted to say most but were embarrassed to say.

Today's legion is no longer the legion that fought for the fate of the Willantes, but a monster that drinks human blood and eats human flesh.

Maybe other Willantes have a different opinion.

But at least they are here, and they are here because they are fed up with those lies.

"You're right!"

"The Southern Legion! Grass Tyr! ”

"These cannibals who don't spit out bones are the traitors who betrayed the Willant!"

The Borneos, who were standing behind the separation line, lost their words for a moment.

It's not that they are completely speechless, but they are suddenly "disarmed" and caught off guard by this sudden change.

Glancing faintly at the protesters who had died down, Gu Ning looked back at the louder and louder applause on the street, and continued with a loudspeaker.

"Very well, and congratulations, you have truly joined our cause, you have a heartfelt desire to end the Wasteland Age, and you are willing to dedicate your life to the liberation of the suffering survivors...... And it is also our honor to be able to help you who have ideals in your hearts. ”

"As for those who cursed me, I don't want to ask what you're here for, but haven't you read the Constitution of the Alliance before you came here? If you don't want to play by our rules, why are you here? Instead of rolling back to your empire, or going to the wasteland to find a cooler place to stay? ”

"Is it because the Empire and the Wasteland are not used to you? Or is it because the people of the valley seem to be very talkative, and the people of Jinchuan seem to be elegant and easy-going? We try to find common ground and embrace your differences, but have you ever considered fitting in with us for a moment? ”

"Our esteemed Mr. Administrator has given you too many opportunities, and if you think we've broken any law, you can sue that bastard who broke the law. If you think the problem is legal, go to the congress and give your opinion. If you think it's a problem with the enforcement of the law, go to the Guards! ”

"And you, in the most vesty and annoying way, are going to ask us to shake our own very roots for the sake of your feelings...... Do you hate the Legion, or do you hate that you don't have the ability to be a Legion? ”

"Remember, I'm talking about the people who cursed me, the ones who wanted to get rid of me as soon as possible, not against any normal Brahman."

"The Alliance is an alliance of all survivors, not your wishing machine. Oh, I almost forgot to mention that the second thing I hate in my life is those unruly bastards! ”

Applause and whistles rang out at the door of the town hall, and even the few younger guards standing near the separation line to maintain order could not help but applaud.

The protesters at the gate of the city hall became more and more embarrassed, and finally glared at Gu Ning fiercely, and left one after another.

The old man with the mammoth flag slammed down his harsh words as he passed by him.

"I hate you...... My child and I will not give you the ticket when we die. ”

Gu Ning returned the horn to the mayor's secretary, looked at him and said.

"Then leave it to the one you love the most, I'm not a silver coin, I'm just myself, how can I please everyone."

He paused at this point, then smiled maliciously.

"But old man, I still have to warn you, if you do run into someone who does everything you want, you must be careful with your wallet. Only a scammer will satisfy everyone's needs, even if they contradict each other. ”

The old man did not wait for him to finish speaking, but saw that the threat was useless, and went away in a rage.

Gu Ning smiled as he watched the last protester leave, and his face returned to its polite appearance.

In fact, he has always been polite, even when the volume of the speaker is turned up a little higher.

Sitting in the car in the distance, Suka sighed, rubbed her index finger against the ID card in her hand, and finally stuffed it back into her arms.

"What the hell went wrong?"

Puzzled, he leaned his forehead against his palms in pain.

The premonition in his heart grew stronger.

His people are winning a war.

But he is gradually losing another game......

On the other side, a rumbling train passes by the station platform in Mavary, carrying countless people with hope for a new life to the endless wasteland.

Chu Guang, who was sitting on the train, cast his eyes on the rolling mountains in the distance.

There is the Ten Peaks Mountain.

The Adhesive Community Coalition is at the capital of the province of Geumcheon.

It was the first time in a century and a half that the Legion, the Academy, and the Corporations had worked together, and it was also a turning point in the war between the Survivors and the "Destroyers".

A nostalgic smile appeared on Chu Guang's face.

"There's Weifu City ahead."

(End of chapter)