Just when Absec lamented that a group of "worms" were really difficult to lead, Commissioner Kabaha, who had "been in the limelight" in the reform of education, did not know that he had just been slandered by a "noble worm".

The so-called lover is out of Xi Shi in the eyes, and in the eyes of Xi Shi, why not?

The positive logic can't be understood, but when you look at it backwards, everything is suddenly clear.

At least from the standpoint of Commissioner Kabaha, Absek really has nothing to complain about.

It is an indisputable fact that the Tiandu Federation cannot unite neither the conservatives nor the radicals, and this is not to blame on the head of a sour and smelly literati.

It's like the huge Xilan Empire, which will not let women and eunuchs die.

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that from the moment the witch camel fled, Xilan's qi had been exhausted.

However, there is one thing that the federation has done well, at least to give hope to ordinary people.

And the method that a group of people come up with when they get together is much smarter than the poor toss that a few inbred princes and nobles come up with behind closed doors and patting their heads to discuss.

If the cohesion of the empire is negative, then the cohesion of the Tiandu Federation is always positive.

While the bombers were buzzing around in the sky, the most learned people in Borneo were gathering to hold a book club and meet friends.

Of course, meeting friends in writing is actually just a humble excuse.

The organizers, including Commissioner Kabaha and Niyan, were mainly engaged in educational matters, as well as recruiting talented people from all walks of life to serve as lecturers and professors, and at the same time rallying the strength of the few scholars in the entire province of Borneo.

Although they are much less powerful than the rest of society, there are also things that only they can do and have to do.

As for the occasional explosion, far or near, they sitting in a small courtyard probably didn't hear it.

In just one week, everyone has changed from the restrictiveness of meeting for the first time to close friends who talk about everything.

Although most of the time the views are different, or even diametrically opposed, they have not hurt the harmony because of any sharp contradictions.

After all, even if there are many different views, everyone agrees on one thing.

That's salvation.

Early one morning, Commissioner Kabaha, who was sitting in the courtyard, looked at the Daily Survivor in his hand and shook his head and frowned.

"This slave turned over and became a master, and the shelf was even more ridiculous than his master."

Unlike Absec, the first thing he thought of was not the other party, or not just the other party, but also the captains who all looked at him coldly.

These guys were just dock workers a year ago, and in just a few months, they had already thought of themselves as the masters of this Borneo country, forgetting that they were once ordinary people.

Sitting next to Commissioner Kabaha, a well-dressed young man asked with a smile.

"Oh? What led to this result, Mr. Nakabaha thinks? ”

His name is Meng Jie, formerly known as Mengqi, and he belongs to the early immigrants to the Gangyue tribe of French fries, and this can be seen from his "Mengweier" name.

During the period of the Xilan Empire, the Alliance Scientific Research Group sent a scientific research team to the Lowell Camp in Golden Gallen Harbor for the purpose of sociological research.

At that time, he assisted her in her work as an assistant hired by Ms. Han Mingyue, and after the research was over, he entered Camp 101 on the recommendation of the researcher, and met Niyang, who was still working at the embassy, in Dawning City.

For a time, when Nyan was short of inspiration, he also acted as a "mercenary" to write for the Dawning Garden.

Rather than picking on what the Duke of Galava liked to hear, he preferred to talk in the newspapers about the actual problems of the Union.

For example, the miraculous victory of the Rock City Workers' Association led to a flood of radicals within the alliance, and conservative voices and opinions were ignored for a long time.

Boulder City is a wild horse that has been running wild for a century and a half before collapsing, and what about the nascent Alliance?

They were just racing down the other road, and they needed to saddle themselves and reins as well.

However, this newspaper is a baby product after all, and it has not been publicly distributed in the league.

And the real audience of the newspaper did not like his innocuous criticism.

Instead, he submitted the same manuscript to the Goblin Observer, which caused some controversy.

But that's another topic.

In short, at the invitation of Niyan, he had already changed his name and ran back from the Union to serve as a professor and president of Mammoth University.

Niyan himself, on the other hand, retreated into the background and became a school manager.

Lassi hopes that he will become the secretary of education and run more schools in Mammoth and even the three northern states.

As for whether there are other political intentions behind this, such as "actual control of the three northern continents", that is also another topic.

"Man, or the inferior root of human nature," said Kabaha, with a sigh as he lit his cigarette ash, "the province of Borneo needs a radical ideological revolution that destroys all that is old in order to truly embrace civilization once and for all." ”

"If you don't, even if you go to the Alliance, they'll just move a thousand pillars over."

Meng Jie smiled and shook his head.

"Sir, you are too extreme, it is the Borneo who stopped the car, and the one who repaired the car is also a Brahman, and there are no Brahmans sitting in that car, how can this be blamed on the bad roots of human nature? There is a proverb in the alliance, which probably says that people are born with a blank slate, and whether they can succeed depends on the education they acquire. I think it's not so much a human inferiority as a lack of education. ”

After a pause, he added.

Of course, the fact that this matter can ferment like this is also fueled by conservative forces within the alliance. They have ignored conservative voices for too long, and now it is inevitable that they will be backlashed. However, this is not a good thing for the league itself, and it is not a good thing to brake when it is time to brake. ”

He had written an editorial in the newspaper a long time ago, and he was not alone in holding a similar argument.

Although he is not opposed to reflecting on his own problems, it is obviously biased to blame all problems on the bad roots of Brahmans and human nature, and it would be overkill to correct them in this way.

Watching the argument between Commissioner Kabaha and Meng Jie, Niyang, who was sitting on the sidelines smoking a cigarette and reading the newspaper, interjected with a smile.

"Although I usually quarrel with Mr. Kabach, this time I have to say a few words for him. Whether or not there are forces within the alliance that are fueling the troubles, it will not change our own problems. ”

"The Wielantes have the bad roots of the Wilantes, and the Brahmans have the bad roots of the Brahmen, and no one is inferior to the other, and no one is more noble than the other. Moreover, the more severe the suffering, the more terminally ill it becomes, and the more difficult it is to eradicate the stubborn disease. If you want to cure the disease, you still have to take strong medicine and go under the knife from the root. ”

"It's Mr. Meng Jie, we can't always refute and not make arguments when discussing issues, you are a principal, let us also listen to your high opinion how to cure this disease."

Listening to Niyang's ridicule, Meng Jie smiled and said.

"You are exalting me too much, and I am still the principal you abdicated and let Xian pick me up."

Niyan said with a smile.

"Don't you dare to say that, I remember that I begged you to come, you came to help me, don't be presumptuous."

"Then forgive me for being foolish," Meng Jie smiled and continued in a casual tone, "In my opinion, the Borneo are not much different from the survivors of the rest of the wasteland, except that this land lacks the two things of equality and fraternity. I agree with some of your views that we need a change in thinking, but there is no need to completely tear down the thousand pillars. We just have to give them what they lack, and these thousand pillars will not be able to be the load-bearing wall of the new era. ”

In the final analysis, they did not come up with new theories, and they read the old things for too long, and once they could not keep up with the needs of reality, they changed from theories to religions.

If the focus of Nyyan and Kabach on this movement of ideological change is "change", then the focus of his advocacy is "new".

Although he was not confident that he would be able to convince them, there was nothing wrong with everyone discussing their opinions.

"I beg to differ." Kabaha shook his head, "Mr. Meng Jie's view is too conservative, it may be appropriate to give us another thousand years and a hundred years, but it may not be at the critical moment of life and death. ”

"Forgive me for saying that this is a fallacy, we still have a long way to go, in fact, it is too late to go a little slower. Looking at the timeline extended, moderate improvements do not necessarily lose out to radical changes. ”

Not wanting to continue arguing with these two "radicals" about this fruitless topic, Meng Jie turned the page of the newspaper in his hand, and saw a celebrity who was in the limelight in the field of public opinion, so he smiled and diverted the topic and said, "Speaking of which, Zaid has been quite famous recently, what do you two think?" ”

Nyan pouted.

"The bandit leader who followed Shah Rukh, Gopal and Alayan under his command are ruthless to the enemy and even more ruthless to their own people. I don't even look down on Shahrukh, you ask me what I do with his opinion, is there one or two fewer people in the Golden Gallon Harbor when it is full of food? If you want me to say, one of these guys counts as one, and sooner or later they will have to pay for their stupidity and naivety. ”

Kabach frowned.

"I've seen this guy, he is quite insightful in dealing with people and talking, and he is not as unbearable as you say."

Nyyan glanced at Kabaha in disbelief, his face full of disbelief.

"Are you serious?"

Meng Jie closed the newspaper in his hand and shook his head with a smile.

Unexpectedly, here there are also internal divisions within the "radicals".

Looking at the two people who were facing each other, he couldn't tell whether he was standing on the left or right for a while.

……

West Sail Harbor.

General Gurion, who was standing in the conference room of the Borneo Provincial Theater Command of the Southern Corps, was reporting to the General Staff of the Southern Corps on the previous phase of operations.

Since the forces of the Northern and Eastern Fronts entered the stage of strategic stalemate, there has been no significant change in the area of actual control of the warring parties, and the only thing that has changed is the casualty figures on the battle reports and the loss of equipment among each other.

In general, the battle ratio of the Southern Army can be controlled at about 1:3.

This statistic may differ from the war reports of Borneo and Mammoth, but it is basically not too far off.

It is normal for people to report good news rather than bad news, and Gurion naturally focused the report on the proportion of casualties on both sides and the effect of the bombing of Tiandu.

All in all, the Southern Corps had a great strategic advantage, and no less a tactical advantage.

Due to the investment of a large number of new equipment, the casualty rate of the Southern Corps has dropped significantly, and it is no longer as caught off guard when dealing with the alliance's electromagnetic weapons.

Everything is moving in a good direction.

Although the Yongyegang radio station incident some time ago dampened the morale of some front-line soldiers, due to the timely news blockade and the ideological preparations in place, it did not shake the confidence of the front-line soldiers in winning this war.

However, just as Gurion was describing one victory after another for the front-line troops, the chief of the general staff suddenly interrupted him with a cough.

"General Gurion, do you know how many people are born every day in an old-time province with hundreds of millions of survivors?"

Gurion was stunned, not knowing why the Chief of the General Staff suddenly asked this question.

Without waiting for him to answer, the hologram hovering in front of the conference table continued.

"Ten thousand, and at least."

"The poorer the place, the better you can live, as for why you shouldn't need me to remind you. And there are tens of millions of people in the Lion State under our control alone, and their fertility and vitality are like cockroaches, and their actual number is likely to be beyond our imagination. ”

"So, don't stress to me how many more people you killed today, how many more you killed yesterday, if the time is extended, the number you report to me is not worth mentioning at all, at most lowering their average age."

"If we get caught up in a protracted war of attrition, our enemies will fight younger and younger, and even more and more...... And in turn, in this process, our excellent soldiers and generals will continue to be consumed, until they are pulled to the same level in the protracted attrition. ”

Gurion's expression was a little embarrassed.

Of course he knew the problem, but there was no way around it.

Since the failure of the general attack on Tiandu, the entire Borneo theater has lost five airships at once, and has retreated back hundreds of kilometers in disarray, and his troops have in fact lost the ability to continue the attack.

Unless he completely ignores the casualties of his subordinates, or the headquarters sends more airship reinforcements.

The former is detrimental to the long-term war situation, while the latter is even more impractical until the cause of the airship crash is investigated.

Although he didn't want to say that, but in fact it was-

The outcome of this war in Borneo is no longer up to the people trapped in this quagmire.

If the Southern Army wants to win this war once and for all, it may have to take a more radical approach and open a second battlefield on the Union's homeland.

However, it is a pity that this kind of grand strategic decision is not something he can intervene in.

This involves not only the game between the Southern Legion and the Alliance, but also between the city of Avent and the city of Triumph.

Looking at General Gullyon, who couldn't hold back a word, the chief of the General Staff suddenly put him down with a fluttering word.

"I already have a basic understanding of the battle situation on the front line, so it's good for you to continue to maintain it. In addition, I have two pieces of news here, which are good news for you. ”

General Gurion immediately made a respectful gesture.

"Speak!"

The Chief of the General Staff said slowly.

"First of all, our intelligence officers have confirmed that the real cause of the airship crash is suspected to be related to the gravity well technology transferred by the Academy to the Alliance."

Gurion's expression instantly became solemn.

"Academy...... Did they also go to war? ”

That's not good news for him.

However, the chief of the General Staff did not pay much attention to it.

The Academy's machinations are hard to guess, but their ultimate goal is the cards.

What companies give up is what they have spent their lives pursuing.

And it's easy to stop them.

It's far easier to crash a complex starship into the atmosphere than to shoot it into the sky.

It is precisely for this reason that although the colleges are far more active in regional affairs than the enterprises, the ceiling of what they can do is actually very low.

The transfer of one or two technologies is already close to the limit of their support.

Looking at Gurion with a solemn expression, the Chief of the General Staff slowly opened his mouth and continued.

"It's not once or twice that they've been hiding behind their backs and making small moves, but the Scrooge was willing to transfer technology to the Alliance, which we didn't expect, and I think there are probably other deals behind it."

"That's not the point, though, the point is that we've solved the mystery of how they shot down our airship. Such gravity wells need to be deployed in advance, are only effective for specific areas, and are extremely energy-intensive...... In fact, not long after they used the gravity well, the 'Heavenly Palace' in Tiandu crashed. ”

"Maybe they have other gravity well installations deployed, but these targets can be detected in advance, whether it's with our drones or ground forces."

Hearing this, a hint of joy instantly appeared on General Gurion's face.

That is to say...... Can our airship be reactivated?! ”

The Chief of the General Staff nodded.

"I'll send a few more airships to the front, but I'd like you to use them more for logistics. Our opponents are different from the past, and using airships against them is not the most effective way to deal with them. ”

"I want you to be flexible with the new aircraft, individual armor, lasers, and guided weapons that are sent to the front line from the rear. The opponents in front of us are no longer just primitives, we also have to learn to keep up with the times. ”

"This is not only to win the war in the immediate future, but also to make long-term preparations for opening a second or even a third battlefield on the territory of the alliance and even the enterprise."

Open up the second and even third battlefields!

A hint of ecstasy appeared on General Gurion's face.

This is undoubtedly the best news he has heard so far this month!

The only problem was that the Southern Army did not have autonomous diplomatic rights.

So much so that their current wars against the province of Borneo are being waged in the name of the Xilan Empire.

How to unite the other Willantes to the chariots of the Southern Legion, it seems that the people above already have an idea.

Once the entire legion unites to attack the common enemy of the Willants, all the current decline will be completely reversed!

Looking at Gullyon, who looked excited, the Chief of the General Staff smiled faintly and continued.

"The second piece of good news is that we have received information that public opinion within the alliance is turning as the war continues. Obviously their resources are not unlimited, and the support of the academies and corporations is not enough to fill the hole completely, and once their ideology turns to the right and reduces their support for the rebels in Borneo, our opportunity will come. ”

"That's the basic thing...... By the way, how is the development of that dead agent going? ”

"The Vault resident named Martin told me it was going to take a little more time, and that ...... He wanted the genetic source code of the Willant people, saying that it was for more efficient identification of friend or foe. But that thing is in Triumph City, and we don't have it ourselves, so we can only settle for a few Willant people to cooperate with him in the experiment. Gurion hesitated for a moment, but finally reported Martin's request.

The Chief of the General Staff frowned.

"I'm trying to figure it out."

With these words, the pale blue particles of light disappeared into the room.

Gulion breathed a sigh of relief, raised his arm to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and looked at the empty conference room, his spirit was refreshed.

The people above are working on opening up new battlefields.

If that happens, he won't have to carry it all on his own.

At that moment, there was a knock at the door outside the conference room.

Restraining the smile on his face, Gurion took a majestic posture and coughed towards the door.

"Come in."

An officer pushed the door in, stood upright and gave a military salute, a dark and solemn report.

"Report! Our logistics troops stationed in Wolf State were attacked in the direction of Snake State! The enemy was not small, about nine 10,000 troops, and most of our stations and logistics transfer stations in the southern part of Wolf Prefecture were destroyed. ”

"Due to the situation, the local garrison was forced to move north to gather defense."

Snake State?

Gurion narrowed his eyes and looked at the map hanging on the wall of the conference room.

It was Shahak's territory, and it was also the "territory" of the logistics department, so much so that he almost forgot about it.

"How many casualties?"

"The regular army suffered more than 900 casualties, and the servant army suffered nearly 3,000 casualties!"

The servants died a little more, but the casualties of the regular army were not too serious.

Gurion continued.

"Who is the commander of the other party?"

The officer continued.

"The commander's name is Grove, a wolf clansman, suspected of being a subordinate of Gopal, the old head of the Gray Wolf Army...... However, the headquarters of the Gray Wolf Army did not move, and the staff suspected that Shah Rukh was tempting us. If we don't fight back forcefully enough, they may judge that our rear is empty and take advantage of the fire. ”

"Temptation?" Gurion sneered, "I don't see it, it's like an unfed wolf." ”

The bunch of crumbs in the logistics department.

In the past, he thought that Shah Rukh was "keeping a low profile", and he turned a blind eye to those flies and dogs, and was ready to wait for the alliance to divide the winners and losers before cleaning them up, but these guys were probably too full of smuggling and thought they could do it again.

Then don't blame him for being ruthless.

With his back to the officer standing at the door, General Gurion ordered in a cold voice.

"Inform Captain Gibson that I will give him three 10,000 troops, a hundred thousand servants, and an aviation brigade. Give me a hard lesson to these blind guys, hit them until they reach the border line of Snake State, and blow them up until you can't see anyone! Don't worry about civilian casualties! ”

Captain Gibson was previously the commander of the 340,000-man team, under Ryan.

Due to a tactical mistake, the 340,000 Squad unfortunately collided with the elite of the Alliance, and was almost wiped out by the Skeleton Corps and the 110,000 Troop of Borneo in Lion State.

After that, Gibson sat on the cold bench and became a drunkard in the bar of Port Sailing.

After all, it was a soldier brought out by himself, and Gurion didn't want to see him fall like this.

It just so happened that the 60th Armored 10,000 Squad had just finished its riot suppression mission in Eternal Night Harbor, so let this guy lead the group of recruits to the south to practice their skills.

While letting that guy regain his self-confidence, he also gave him a chance to make meritorious contributions by the way.

The officer gave a military salute and received the order cleanly.

"Yes!"

At the same time that the alliance braked a train, a huge offensive was also quietly kicking off.

Two things that seem to have nothing to do with each other and are separated by 108,000 miles, but they are inextricably linked behind them.

The camera returns to Awei City in the territory of the Alliance.

Although the delayed train resumed operations five hours after the accident, Chu Guang's trip south was delayed for a full week.

On the one hand, this was due to the possibility of the emergence of "copycats", and on the other hand, Chu Guang did not want to participate in the debate within the alliance about radical and conservative.

The citizens of the alliance are not children anymore, they should decide something for themselves, instead of calling their parents when something happens, or burrowing behind him.

Rather than suddenly dumping everything in the alliance to them and then leaving it alone, he is more inclined to do it step by step.

Now, for example, he's slowly putting the brakes and the accelerator in their hands.

Anyway, he has the steering wheel in his hand, and he is not afraid that the car will overturn.

Once they, like the player, have learned to control their own speed, he will gradually relinquish the steering wheel in his hands, just as the original administrator of Vault 404 slowly handed over the authority to him.

He always had a hunch that the B5 floor, which had not been unsealed, might not be solved until after that incident, and all the confusion in his heart would be answered after that.

Chu Guang is still very confident in doing this last thing well.

No one is born to drive, but you can learn everything.

Besides, he himself is a manager who catches ducks on the shelves, and he can't even build a house earlier, although his ability is not too strong, and his mind is not too broad-minded.

He still remembers that many years ago, he watched the players build the house, and he was worried that the players would build a strange-shaped obstacle to seal his "vision" and "position", and secretly make it bad behind his back, so he made a "height limit order".

However, as trust has been built, he gradually begins to discover that his players have no less affection for a world than he is when he is new to a world that is too realistic to describe in words.

It is for this reason that many versions ago, he was relieved to leave many things to the players to deal with, and let them lead the aborigines of the wasteland towards the new era instead of him.

Once again, it turns out that what they do is not bad, and they are far more efficient than they are doing everything themselves.

The alliance cannot and cannot be like the People's Federation in the past, looking forward to accomplishing all its goals in one step, overdrawing the future hundreds of years from now to build an infinitely great utopia, and then leaving behind a devastated ruin.

Rather than going straight up and down, he wants his children to be on a sustainable path.

Of course, those are very distant plans, and the gravity well will not be activated until the end of the month.

As for the moment, Chu Guang, who was wearing a holographic disguise, was sitting in a tavern in Kunzhen, playing the changed messy Kun card with an old friend he hadn't seen for a long time.

To be honest, this messy rule could become popular, Chu Guang didn't expect it.

I have to say that Mosquito Brother is indeed a genius when it comes to marketing.

In comparison, the moles who copied the original game seemed a little dumbfounded.

However, one yard is one yard, his playing skills are really not good, and he was actually crushed by his IQ by a newcomer who is just familiar with the rules.

Looking at the mosquito who couldn't hold back a card for a long time, Chu Guang, who was holding his cheek in his right hand, couldn't help but yawn.

"Hurry up, I'm thankful for all the flowers I've been waiting for."

Wiping the sweat hanging on his forehead, the mosquito holding a stack of cards smiled sadly, and the bodyguards of the Guards Regiment hiding in the crowd were nervous and couldn't help but put their hands in their pockets.

“…… Truly, buddy has two hits, I didn't expect to be able to force Lao Tzu, the founder, to a dead end. ”

Amused by his words, Chu Guang laughed hehehe.

"Come on, you're willing to gamble and lose, and if you can't afford to play, you can vote."

"Vote? You're rejoicing too soon. ”

The mosquito smiled again, grabbed three cards from his hand, and placed them on the table like a villain.

"If Lao Tzu sacrifices this fusion, he will offer two cards in his hand to summon the administrator who was born to ride a Niko...... What should you do? ”

This golden legend mosquito is usually not easily taken out, and even if it happens to be drawn, it will hide it in the hand.

After all, it is still a bit risky to ridicule managers in front of "NPCs", and it is easy to run into guys who can't afford to play.

But this guy in front of him can understand all the stalks he says, and he can communicate with him in Mandarin, so he thinks he's also a player.

Since everyone is a player, it doesn't matter if you can afford to play or not.

Looking at the two 8s on the attack and defense, Chu Guang threw away his hand speechlessly.

MMP！

The legion will forget about Lao Tzu's printing playing cards, and this dog thing will also learn to come.

He finally knew why the players around him didn't play with the so-called "founder".

"Okay, okay, let's play like this."

Looking at the mosquito with a victorious smile on his face, Chu Guang raised his hand and tapped it twice next to his ear.

The holographic light and shadow covering his face shook for a while, spreading ripples from the tip of his nose, revealing the true face hidden under the phantom.

Facing the eyes that seemed to be smiling, the mosquito's smile froze on his face for a moment.

It's like walking at night and seeing a ghost.

"Tube...... it!? ”

Just when the mosquito was trembling and waiting for the heavenly punishment to come, Chu Guang did not kick him off the line, but just took the "self riding Niko" on the table.

The pale blue ripples closed back on the tip of his nose, and Chu Guang changed into the same ordinary appearance as before.

"The manager is watching you, accumulate more good deeds in the future, and don't leave anything to chance."

The mosquito nodded tremblingly, and his right fist was pressed against his chest at the speed of light, and he almost straightened his waist and stood up.

"Yes!"

Shaking the card in his hand, Chu Guang stuffed it into his pocket and threw a bill of several hundred yuan on the table.

"I won't charge you for the use of portrait rights, I bought this card, and I won't be allowed to use it again in the future."

Looking at the golden legend with only one sheet, the mosquito nodded in pain.

"Gan...... Cough! I mean, the little ones know. ”

(End of chapter)