The "face-to-face conference" continues.

Just when Chu Guang was chatting happily with his little player, an old man who had lived for more than two hundred years was not idle.

To be precise, the juniors who visited this "humble house" did not want him to be idle.

Seeing Absec leave next to the Chief of the Rift Valley, Shawar immediately rushed up to him and intercepted the old man who was about to turn away.

A friendly smile appeared on his face, and he said in a respectful tone.

"Dear Chief Sir, I am Shava, the leader of the Mammoth Nation SA, and allow me to extend my sincerest greetings to you on behalf of Lassi and the survivors of the Mammoth Nation! Our commander had intended to visit you in person, but the Southern Army was still dying, and the battle on the front line was still stalemate, and he couldn't leave, so he sent me over. ”

The old man looked at the young man in front of him and nodded with a pleasant smile.

"Hello, Shava, I'm old, and I have to guess what you young people come up with, but this stormtrooper...... I really can't guess. What kind of organization is this? Can you tell me, an old man, about it? ”

Shawa said with a smile.

"It's just a title, back then, we followed the expedition to the northwest, and charged forward every time there was a battle, so we got the name of the stormtrooper. Later, the fighting became less intense, and the young officers of the Mammoth Nation grew, and we moved from the front to the rear...... However, this number has been left until now. You can understand it as, the Praetorian Guard of the Legion, the Guards of the Union. ”

The old man nodded abruptly.

"Oh, you said Razor kid, so I know who you are...... Hey, your burden is too heavy, and I feel distressed when I look at it. Otherwise, you resign, I'll keep you safe for a year, and how about going to the alliance as a security captain after the storm is calm? ”

The turn was so hurried that Shawa almost didn't hold it up, and said with a dry cough.

"Uh, this...... I really didn't think about it......"

The Alliance obviously has no shortage of him as a security captain, and his family is rooted in Mammoth City, so he never thought of moving to the Alliance where he is unfamiliar.

The old man said with a smile.

"Think about it! I have a problem, as soon as I see a talented young man, I can't help but love talent, and then I can't control my hand, and I want to reach out and catch it. Hey, it's a pity......"

Shava didn't know what he was sorry for, but he still made a look of sincere fear and said modestly.

"You've won the prize, and there are many people who are more talented than me...... I'm nothing. ”

"Modest, too modest," said the old man, shaking his head, and suddenly speaking, as if thinking of something, "Well, when Absec visited me earlier, I tested him on a question, and now I will test you as well." ”

Sha Wa looked at him stunned, not knowing what kind of medicine was sold in the old man's gourd, but he still said stiffly.

"Please advise."

The old man smiled, showed his withered fingers, and counted his sheep again.

"I have four generals, A, B, C and D, A said that there were 10,000 sheep on the grassland, B said that there were 1,000 sheep on the grassland, C said that what they said was not right, but he couldn't remember how many, but he saw many sheep crossing the river, and Ding said that one of them was lying...... Guess what's right? ”

Shawa said without hesitation.

"Ding! Suppose A is right, then B is also right, and C, who says that neither of them is right, must be wrong, then D is right. On the other hand, if both A and B are wrong—"

"Stop, stop, you don't have to analyze so much, you have wrapped me in," looking at the guys analyzing left and right, the old man waved his hand, "You are a smart person, and Ding is also a smart person, there is no doubt about it." A says that there are ten thousand sheep, who can guarantee that he is right? He didn't testify, and if the number was missing, it was actually nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine, then he would have a big deal. ”

In contrast, B was much wiser than he was, and when someone saw ten thousand, he said that there were a thousand, leaving himself nine thousand to retreat. If you have to pick one of A and B, then B must be the one who survives. ”

After a pause, the old man looked at the bewildered Shawa and said with a smile.

"But he's still not smart enough, when did I say I only killed one person? At this time, C was much smarter, he not only drew a clear line with A and B, but also expressed a positive attitude. Hehe...... If I don't regret it, he will live, but if I regret killing the wrong person one day, then he will be miserable. ”

"It's much smarter to look at Ding in this way, there is a person who is lying, and he does not say who is lying, nor who is telling the truth, and this person who lies can be anyone, even himself. In the future, whoever I want to kill, he can point to the dead and say, 'It's him,' and stand with me." And even if I regret it after killing A, B and C, he can intercede with me, defile himself, and take the initiative to wear the hat of 'I lied'. ”

"I'm old and kind-hearted, maybe I'll let him go with a smile? You see, you have to be confused when it's time to be confused. ”

Shawa looked at the old man with a smile in his eyes.

When your old man asked this question, his sister said that he wanted to kill someone?

Although he guessed right, indeed.

However, the old man saw through his thoughts and said with a meaningful smile.

"You're still too young, I didn't say I was going to kill them, when did I say I was going to kill them? This murderous work...... Isn't that what you did for me? ”

Shava was slightly stunned, and suddenly a tingling sensation crept up the back of his head.

He is obviously the one who solves the problem, but this problem is solved, why did he become the "E" behind "A, B, C, D"?

A knife seemed to be on his neck, and he swallowed unconsciously, squeezing a stiff smile from his face.

"Old man...... You're laughing, we-"

"I know, I know, every family has a scripture that is difficult to read. Don't worry, you're not there yet," the old man smiled and raised his hand, not embarrassed the young man in front of him, "And you and the Praetorian Guard are not exactly the same, let alone the Alliance." As for Lassi the person...... I don't know you, but I know you when I see you. ”

"People always tell me that he is the spokesperson chosen by the Alliance, but I never think so, because you Brahmans like to choose smart people, for example, Absec is very smart, and if I talk to him, he will understand everything."

"Your Lassi is not bad, if you really go up with one person and one vote, he will win in the end. Don't be angry when I say this, your mouth is very hard, but your body is actually very honest, you see yourself. ”

"......" Shawa was speechless for a while, and he had not yet recovered from his previous thoughts, and he didn't know what the old man wanted to say.

Maybe he wasn't talking to himself in the first place, but to Lassi behind his back.

The old man looked at him meaningfully.

"You are all smart people, but sometimes smart people are not as good as upright fools, because the latter do not attribute their failures to superficial explanations of not being smart enough, while the former always do things that they think are smart. If you ponder my words again, the question I ask you is, 'Who are the good guys and who are the bad guys?' I'm asking you what is right. ”

"It doesn't matter to me at all who is telling the truth and who is telling lies, 'there are sheep' is the answer you should give me, but you went to find the smart person in the question for me...... Look at you, don't say I can't help you, it's useless when the professor comes back. ”

Shava looked at the old man in confusion, nodded his head as if he didn't understand, and carefully wrote down every word he said, ready to bring this information to Lassy.

The old man had lived so long that he had seen all kinds of birds, and it was hard for him not to take it seriously.

Maybe what he doesn't understand, Lassi can understand.

However, at this moment, the old man changed his words again and stopped half of what he said.

He turned away, no longer looking at Shava, but sighed to himself.

“…… But, all of you, the problems you have to face are much more difficult than those of Absec. ”

"Some sheep eat meat, some sheep eat grass, and some sheep can eat soil, and they all learn to bleat...... It's hard, it's really hard, and I don't know how to solve it. ”

Leaving behind what seemed to be a riddle, he shook his head and walked away under Shava's stunned gaze.

……

Winter has begun early in the Great Rift Valley, and Mammoth State at the foot of the Djobar Mountains is gradually enjoying the cold of winter.

There is also winter in the subtropics.

The monsoon wind that blew through the fortress of Petra was like a refrigerated air conditioner, taking away the temperature of Mammoth City, and people couldn't help but shrink their necks and put their hands in their pockets.

But compared to the winter of two centuries ago, it was nothing cold, and it was cold when the wind blew, and it warmed up again as soon as the sun came out.

People walked down the street in open cotton clothes, their faces glowing with ruddy.

At this time a year ago, many people were shivering in the cold wind, but now they are so rich that they don't even need to fasten their buttons.

Not only that, but there are also more cement houses in Mammoth City, and the thatched huts on both sides of the street are no longer visible, replaced by rows of cement houses painted with red and white paint.

There was too much anti-rust paint produced in Mammoth State, and the part that couldn't be sold was simply painted on the wall.

The busiest place on the street is no longer a recruitment point, but a supermarket shelf full of goods.

The South China Sea Alliance has a well-developed retail sector, even a little more developed than the Alliance's.

At the same time as the local laborers poured into the southern seas, they brought back some of the latter's way of life.

It's understandable that conservatives in the coalition would be jealous.

The pace at which they are developing is really too fast...... Even if they actually enjoy the economic dividends of the rapid development of the Mammoth Country to a greater or lesser extent.

Even many of the houses in Settlement 1 were built by Mammoth Nation construction workers.

The bustling street market is just the tip of the boom, and even more lively is the docks of Mammoth City.

The wharf was crowded with people who were waiting for it, as well as overseas workers returning from the steamer.

They had been working hard in a foreign country for a whole year, and now their hard work has finally paid off.

The debris of the southern seas has been cleaned up, and the islanders have returned the favor with more than just verbal thanks.

Funds from the southern seas not only helped them rebuild their homes, but also helped them buy some of their own properties.

Starting next year, they may no longer have to travel to the ocean to work, and they can find a job with a decent income on their doorstep.

Of course, Mammoth City's industry is still being upgraded, and jobs at home are certainly not as lucrative as jobs overseas.

Thinking of the child who was about to go to college, his father, who was still quite strong, gritted his teeth and decided to go to Nanyang again.

There are also young people who don't want to live up to their childhood sweethearts who have been waiting for a long time, and decide to start a family and have a baby before breaking out.

Objectively evaluated, Lassi has done some good things, or some personnel.

He gives choice to people who would otherwise have no choice.

In contrast, the Moon Clan Resistance Organization with many mountains is indeed unbearable, either begging grandpa to sue grandma to sue the alliance, or ranking seniority to count who is closer to the alliance, who is worthy and who is not.

It's no wonder that Lassi looks down on them and even keeps them by her side like clowns.

As long as these Fira are still around, he just wants to be emperor, and the survivors of the Mammoth Kingdom will also surround him and take the initiative to put the crown on his head.

After all, it is better to let someone be the emperor than to let a group of monkeys sit in the temple.

Not to mention that he has taken a step back, retained the "conservatives", given enough face to the "progressives", and only hung the title of grand commander on his head.

It is precisely because of this that although Niyan scolded him every once in a while, he still showed mercy.

The anthology "Red Soil" has been written until now, and it has borrowed the "medical records" of the old dynasty to point out the "genealogy" of the new authorities, but it has not touched the fault of Lassi himself.

And although Lassi was not less angry with him, he kept his original promise, did not let the stormtroopers come to his door to surprise him, and did not close the "Survivor Daily" and Mammoth University.

Now Mammoth University is in full swing, occasionally inviting teachers from Camp 101 as guests, and even exporting some excellent teachers to Golden Gallen Harbor in turn, which does have a part of Lassy's credit.

But that's not enough.

Nyanan has always had a dream.

General Rowell's descendants erected 1,000 pillars, and he would use the money he "stole" from the Duke of Galava to build 1,000 universities on this land!

Only in this way can the power of the souls of the Brahmans be truly awakened.

There is always an end to the book.

He pondered for a long time, and wrote a few lines on the last page, which can be regarded as the "preface" of the opening L.

“…… That year, it was icy and snowy, the sun and the moon were dark, and General Lowell made immortal achievements, but whether it is sad or not can only be left to future generations to comment. Maybe his subordinates were really carried away by the "great victory", and they were blinded by the demons, and they had to go to die with him on a happy good day, or maybe there were so many unavoidable hardships in the ice and snow. ”

"I had the privilege of going to Camp Lowell, but the gatekeeper there told me that although the wall was the original wall, the buildings, stone paths, and iron cages inside were all relics from the Moon King' period. Relics from the Lowell period may have to be found in the Doge's palace of the Duke of Nehac. ”

"It's a pity that there's no one there."

"I searched all the ancient books I could consult, but there were only a few lines left about the story. The old man of the Moon Clan may know something, and only say that the Moon King is a good man, but he is very secretive about the origin of the red clay, and then he says that the Moon King is confused for a while, and it is a farmer who has hurt them all. ”

"I don't know if they are telling the truth, or even the name of the farmer, but I am lamented that I am like a mayfly, and I can only stand in the lower reaches of the Yongliu River and look up, long buried in the old days on the top of the Zobar Mountain."

"Later, when I returned to White Elephant City, I somehow remembered L, the guy who was also buried in the red soil. I couldn't understand why I was so obsessed with him, until I looked at my feet, and the people who planted the red clay and the people who ate it were buried in—"

Niyan suddenly coughed, and subconsciously raised his arm to cover his mouth.

He removed his arm, only to see a smear of red on his sleeve.

"It's getting drier and drier......"

He muttered to himself, but then he had a flash of inspiration, and concentrated on writing the word "red clay" on the paper.

"How similar fates! I was stepping on the dirt, stepping on his bones, stepping on Lowell's bones, as if he were going to reach out and grab my ankles, take my throat. I was amazed that I had followed him for half my life, searching for an exit from history in the midst of a blur, but I didn't want him to never leave me—"

"He's every me."

Scribbling the last stroke, Niyan got up with a pant and went to the table to get a pot of tea and pour it for himself.

These days, he has been working on the joint school, sleeping for four or five hours a day, relying on this tea to survive.

Especially when he was in Tiandu before, he also suffered a serious illness, and the loss was not a "dead agent", and he survived in the end.

But since then, his health has not been as good as before.

After taking a sip of hot tea to moisten his throat, Niyang felt a little sweaty, and his thoughts cleared up a little.

If you think about it, this ending is still a bit sloppy, not as thrilling as the opening preface. Such a prosaic ending is not worthy of this magnificent journey, and Mr. Mouse's readers will not buy it as much as they used to.

In fact, not to mention the reader, he himself feels that something is missing.

But think about it, too, the prologue is L's story, and at the end of this is written about Lowell.

After all, he had really seen L, and he had seen it many times, but Lowell and he were two centuries apart, after all, he really hadn't seen it, no matter how he wrote it, he saw flowers in the fog, and stroked through the window.

"He's every one of my hard-to-understand things, wouldn't it be more intuitive to change him to every Brahman? But that's too absolute...... In any case, this is a clue. ”

Thinking so, Niyan put the teacup down, but felt a little itchy in his throat, so he picked up the tissue on the tray and coughed bitterly.

However, when he removed the tissue from his mouth, his heart beat violently.

Blood......

The scarlet color made him a little dizzy for a moment, maybe he really couldn't put it off any longer, and he should find time to see a doctor.

Just then, the office door opened, and a professor hurriedly walked in with a newspaper in his hand.

Seeing the tissue in Niyang's hand, he was stunned and hurriedly asked with concern.

"Sir, what is your ......"

"I'm out of the way," Niyan wiped his mouth and calmly tossed the tissue into the basket before turning his gaze to the professor, "what the hell is it that makes you come in without knocking?" ”

This man teaches history at Mammoth University and is also the editor of the Mammoth City edition of the Daily Survivor.

The professor glanced at the basket, then at the newspaper in his hand, and finally gritted his teeth and shoved it into Nyon's hand.

"Look at this newspaper!"

Niyan took the newspaper and read it, his brow furrowed slightly.

The name of this newspaper is "Jiaguo Tianxia Daily", the name is magnificent, but it is not known, at least he has not seen it, it should be made by a small newspaper.

Due to the fact that Lassi and his three chapters of the covenant opened up private newspapers, after the "Survivor Daily" entered Mammoth City, many newspapers of all sizes sprung up in this city, and they all occupied a certain market share.

Not letting the "Daily Survivor" dominate is also the result of Lassy's acquiescence.

Niyan didn't think of monopolizing the media industry, and his focus was mainly on running schools, and he was happy to see the newspapers of Mammoth City survivors.

It's the equivalent of the big guy uniting together and finishing his unfinished work for him.

However, what he didn't expect was that these people were so good, and even dug up news that the "Survivor Daily" didn't dig up-

[Breaking news! Oral Testimonials by Witnesses! Buried in the Tasan River Dam Truth! 】

He hurriedly read the news from beginning to end, then his eyes widened, and his hand shaking as he squeezed the newspaper.

The article quoted a source as claiming that it was not the then Imperial Governor Bamut who blew up the dam on the Tasan River, but Lassi who planned it!

This is not only to defeat the Imperial City Defenses that are several times larger than the Moon Clan's resistance, but also to enter the city for disaster relief later, as well as to send the landless and displaced people to work overseas as a foreshadowing!

If it is a process of deriving from the results, there seems to be nothing wrong with what the report says.

The flooding of the Tsan River has helped Rasi a lot, including land annexation, labor dispatch, and even humanitarian aid from the Union and businesses...... Almost all of the problems were solved with the flood.

But to say that Lassy, who was standing by the river at the time, could think so far, it is not necessarily true.

At that time, Mammoth City and the Moon Resistance Army had not yet been wiped out, and the hundreds of thousands of troops gathered by Bamut were about to collapse at the touch of a button, which was all later......

Nyan took a deep breath and calmed down.

"The whole article in the newspaper is quoted from people in the know, and there is not a single conclusive evidence, no matter whether the content of the report is accurate or not, this is an irresponsible report!"

"This new dam has been built, what evidence can there be?" The professor sighed and said bitterly, "And let's not tell the truth first, not just this newspaper, but several...... Soon the newspapers of the whole city will come out to talk about it, and if we don't take a stand, I'm afraid we'll lose our trust! You know what the people out there say, he says we're Lassy's dogs! ”

Whether to offend the Lassie authorities or the survivors of Mammoth City, the time has come when they have to make a choice.

However, Nyan's eyes widened and he said angrily.

"What do you mean by ignoring this for now! You tell me that whoever runs the newspaper doesn't care which one it is? When reporting the news, you must seek truth from facts, and you can't talk nonsense, how did I teach you before! If it was really Lassi's order, I would personally send a message to him! But what if not? You and I have become someone else's gun! ”

If Borneo wants to fight a civil war, it will inevitably launch a public opinion offensive!

And this "Family Country World Daily", if not, it was made by the Federation of Tiandu!

He had noticed it before, and someone was making small movements under his nose.

But after all, it wasn't in the name of the Daily Survivor, and they didn't either.

Perhaps they should follow the coalition's lead and set up an industry committee to gauge the confidence of the news media, but it seems too late to do so.

These careerists intend to use the dam of the Tasan River as a pretext for war to sweep away more innocent people after a catastrophe that has already occurred......

Whoever is behind this, he has to stop these guys!

He clenched his fists, folded the newspaper and stuffed it into his pocket, and hurriedly removed his coat hanging by the door.

Watching his movements, the professor hurriedly asked.

"What are you going to do here?"

Niyan said without hesitation.

"Go to the front line and ask Lassi for clarification!"

The professor looked at him stunned and said with a smile in his eyes.

"My ancestors...... Are you still running to the front line at this time?! If you want me to say, you better hurry up and go to Dawning City for treatment, how long has it been since you had lung problems, you really can't delay it any longer. ”

Niyan shook his head and rejected his kindness, draped his coat over his body, buttoned up.

"This sickness is good and bad, and it will not get in the way for a while, but the affairs of the Brahminats cannot be delayed! I had to go to the front first and ask what was going on! If it was really him who blew it up, did he know the consequences of the move, or did he have something else to hide......"

It was a battle in which less won more, and Lassi was at an absolute disadvantage in numbers, and from the position of the governor at the time, it seemed that there was really no need to blow up the dam.

However, this is only speculation after all.

Just like the chapter about Lowell in "Red Earth", it was just his speculation from beginning to end, and even the alliance did not unearth the truth that was 100% true.

But there was one thing that did pierce him in the heart.

Nyan had been puzzled by Governor Bamut's guilty plea before, and was even more skeptical when he read the report.

It's like a fungus at minus 30 degrees Celsius can only freeze into ice, and no matter how strong its vitality is, it can only be dormant.

Carbon and nitrogen fixation, which then converts solar energy and organic matter into nutrients that organisms need...... This requires the joint efforts of all the flora, fauna, and microorganisms throughout Borneo.

What kind of miracle must it be to turn the permafrost into nourishment in those bleak years?

It's not appropriate to say that red clay is a nutritional paste for taking off his pants and farting, but he did think so in his heart.

At present, the biggest controversy in the academic community of the alliance about this history is also here.

A group of scholars, led by Ms. Han Mingyue, believe that the development and promotion of red clay was carried out in two stages, the former was completed by General Lowell, and the latter was the credit of the "Moon King" who unified the province of Borneo.

However, this speculation is clearly unfavorable to the tragic Moon Clan, or politically incorrect.

This seemed to rationalize the persecution of the Moon Clan in the Xilan Empire - even if Ms. Han Mingyue herself did not have such thoughts, the research institutes of the alliance did not need to take the opinion of public opinion.

Her research is not authoritative, though.

There are also some scholars who believe that the spread of red clay is a spontaneous behavior under the "slave economy", and the natural demand of the landlord class to "reduce the cost of living for slaves" is the real cause of the spread of red clay.

This is a study that ignores the human factor and is made entirely from a macro perspective.

No matter which speculation it is, it is possible, the people who have experienced that period of history have already died, and the Moon King has long since broken this history to ashes, although in the end the Moon King is gone.

In the dark, a kind of intuition suddenly arose in Niyang's heart-

Perhaps it is precisely because of their disrespect for history that they have given birth to that suffering again and again.

It was this intuition that strengthened his belief that he had to find Lassy.

They have to be honest!

And that's the only way to keep everyone alive!

Seeing that Niyan refused to stop and seek medical attention, the professor pleaded bitterly.

"Why don't I find some local doctors with you, and I hear that they know some earthworks, and maybe they can cure your disease."

Nyan shook his head, rejecting him once more.

"Those people are some deliberate or unintentional liars, you have to believe it and believe it yourself, you don't have to persuade me."

The professor smiled bitterly, but he stopped persuading, and only prayed silently in his heart.

They have a lot of work left undone, and they are at the most critical time.

Let's hope he's safe!