Saren was the last of the heads of forces to arrive, even half an hour later than the Academy's CTO, and almost stepped into the hall of the conference room.

Chu Guang looked at his face, he could feel the smugness written on his face, and he also knew very well why this was.

If you want to say who is the biggest beneficiary of the disintegration of the legion, it is undoubtedly this proud guy in front of him.

As the eldest son of the Legion, almost half of the family fortune laid by Julius was in the hands of the Eastern Empire, and only one province of Willant remained in Triumphal City.

Sent away Julius in style, he is the undisputed emperor of tens of millions of square kilometers of land!

At least the funeral in Norton City is over!

"I'm also glad to meet you, the Emperor of the Eastern Empire, and I can see that you should be in a good mood."

Seeing a bear hug, Saren patted Chu Guang's arm and said with a grin.

"Thanks to you, the long-cherished wish of the successive commanders of the Eastern Legion has been fulfilled by me."

He really deserves to be thankful for the Union.

General Klaas died in the Great Rift Valley, Griffin crashed to death on the walls of the province with the last shred of the eastward expansion faction, and the land-owning old military aristocracy became the largest political force in the Eastern Legion.

Including the later upheaval in Triumph City, the root cause is actually the radical wing of the Wilantes who were influenced by the ideas of the Alliance.

Theodosius' death led to the collapse of the Roman Empire, but it also brought glory to Constantinople and later Byzantium.

In a sense, the Eastern Legion, or the Eastern Empire today, is also on the same position, but the core of the more detailed is different.

Looking at the elated Salen, Chu Guang also nodded slightly, and said in a gentle tone.

"I believe that this is also the long-cherished wish of every Willant in the Eastern Empire, and the soldiers of the expeditionary force can rest in peace."

Sensing his words, Salen laughed and gave a thumbs up.

"I like smart people because we can come to an agreement very quickly and save time telling riddles."

After a pause, he spoke.

"Aulet and his descendants are now officers of the Eastern Empire, and according to the results of our review, they were deceived by Tirmon."

"Who's Oleette?"

Chu Guang really didn't know the name.

Maybe it appeared in the intelligence of the Guards Corps, or on the official website forum, but it didn't matter to him.

A front-line commander is just a pawn on the chessboard at most, and no matter how bad he is, he will be compared to Tyre.

As for those important war criminals who caused a sensation in Dawning City and even Ideal City, such as Captain Ryan Wan, who ordered the bombing of Lion City and caused the death of tens of thousands of civilians, and John who carried out the order, etc., the trial of these people will not interfere with the Eastern Empire, after all, the cost of preserving is not proportional to the benefit.

However, Saren thought he had "understood" what he meant, and squeezed his eyebrows at him.

"Interesting! Of course, you won't be at a loss. In this case, the big fish of Gurion will be handed over to you. By the way, you give me the bottom line, which state is the core of the alliance's interests in Borneo, and I wonder how to divide this cake. ”

It's fake to divide the fish, this guy wants to talk to himself about how to divide the Borneo country......

Chu Guang glanced at the self-proclaimed smart emperor with a smile and said in a mocking tone.

"What's the use of us asking for so much land, one acre and three points of land in the river valley province is enough for us to plant, and the extra seeds can even be used by others. And you, are you still not satisfied with more than 10 million square kilometers, your core population is only a little bit, and if you want more than 10 million people to go over, aren't you afraid that they will unite to rebel? ”

Although this previous sentence made Salen disdainful, he couldn't help but twitch his brow when he heard the latter.

It doesn't seem like a threat to say it's a threat.

However, thinking of what had happened in the Xilan Empire, he couldn't help but shudder.

Maybe it's not a good idea to be greedy for hundreds of thousands of square kilometers.

The Willant people are a bit of an idol baggage, and there is really no need to end up with the Japanese and Niu people, and wallow in the mud with a group of loaches.

An unnatural smile erupted into Salen's face, dispelling the fleeting thought.

"That's enough, that's enough, of course...... We just wanted a buffer zone, as the southwestern corner of the Djobar Mountains is home to a number of displaced Willant people. ”

Chu Guang laughed.

"The two representatives of Borneo are still here, why don't you talk to them?"

Salen's expression stiffened.

He knew very well that it was in vain, that neither Absec nor Rasi would agree to cede any of the thirteen states of Borneo, and that the final result would be to take his life in exchange!

But—

He's not completely out of chances.

A smile crept into his stiff muscles, and Saren stared at him as he continued.

"Don't say that you are like a white lotus, what about 10,000 square kilometers in Lowell State?"

Chu Guang said with a faint smile.

"The Port of the Golden Gallen has always been the local people's own Golden Gallon Harbor, their mayor, their council of delegates are all self-chosen, and there has never been a single coalition-appointed official or representative who has held any position in the local area."

After a pause, he added.

"I hope that the same will be true of Saifan Harbor, that the Willantes can stay there, but the town hall and the courthouse must be returned to the locals, no matter how they are returned, otherwise you may have to be prepared to continue the unfinished war of the Southern Legion."

This statement is very tough.

And it is no longer a threat of soft power, but a threat of further hard power.

Reading Chu Guang's deep meaning, Saren still had that quiet smile on his face.

Although he did not force the alliance to make substantial concessions, after some temptation, after some temptation, the bottom line of the alliance has been figured out by him.

The model of the Triumph City civilian group did not cross the bottom line of the alliance, while the model of the Southern Army completely crossed the bottom line of the alliance.

That's easy to say.

"We will return Saifan Harbor to the locals, but only if you no longer meddle in the internal affairs of the Borneo region."

Looking at Salen with a bright smile, Chu Guang also smiled faintly and said in a gentle tone.

"It depends on how far you intervene, directly or indirectly, and whether or not you abide by that ancient contract."

As long as the Eastern Empire did not launch an armed invasion of the Borneo provinces, it was true that he would not interfere with the cooperation between the two.

The same goes for including the Falcon Kingdom.

The Alliance has done everything they can on the ground, but the local survivors are ultimately more willing to get closer to the Eastern Empire, and that's their choice.

In just a few words, the negotiations on the post-war order of 4 million square kilometers came to an end.

Both the Eastern Empire and the Alliance got the results they wanted, and Absec and Shawar were relieved.

At least the emperor of the Eastern Empire promised to withdraw his troops from the port of Saifan.

Even if these Willantes removed the last screw of Westsail Harbor and moved it, it would be better than fighting another war to regain territory.

Besides, no matter how hard they tried, how much could they take with them?

The steel bars stuck in the ground and the concrete wrapped in the steel bars can't be moved.

And the knowledge that is in the heads of the residents of Xifan Harbor.

As long as they are given enough time, it is only a matter of time before the prosperous port of Saifan is rebuilt.

Absec looked at Chu Guang with a hint of gratitude, but Chu Guang just smiled faintly and didn't say anything.

He did not send troops to support the Borneo in their resistance to the invaders, nor did he want to be their father, but for all the survivors of the eastern part of Middle-earth who might suffer the evils of the Legion.

This naturally includes the Alliance.

Therefore, they do not have to thank themselves, let alone think of themselves as saviors.

Just keep moving with those memories.

As long as you are honest with your heart, your past, whether it is a Wilant or a Brahman, the future will be bright......

Hundreds of millions of survivors were waiting for them, and representatives from all sides entered the chamber in the heart of the Rift Valley.

The expansive conference center resembles a circular theater, and the tables and chairs are made of angular granite, as if they were cut from an entire granite vein with a laser or something!

The crystal-like chandelier rises about fifty meters above the ground and grows on the dome like an inverted pyramid, emitting a soft milky white glow downward.

This apocalyptic facility is said to have been built before the war.

It is only in that era of infinite prosperity that can build such a magnificent spectacle.

Absec who stepped into the conference room was like Grandma Liu who had entered the Grand View Garden, unable to control the shock in her heart.

More than 200 years ago, the survivors of the era of the People's Union sat here to discuss how they should face their future destiny.

At that time, there should not have been a concept of the Wasteland Era.

Faced with the freezing cold that plummeted to -50 degrees Celsius and the sky that could not see a glimmer of light, no one knew if their end would end, and what would happen if it did.

Touching the scene, Absec couldn't help but sigh.

"I see...... The year in which this wasteland era is counted is probably not decided until the 50th year of the wasteland era. ”

If the cold winter doesn't end in the 50th year of the Wasteland Era, then the 50 years that have passed will be considered the Doomsday Era.

What was taken for granted later was not taken for granted by the people of the time.

Although the survivors of the capital today scolded him for nothing, that he was the executioner who killed more Brahmans than Yanush, that he was a robber who robbed the peasants of their money by imposing excise taxes on grain, he may one day be remembered as much as Rowell.

After all, no one can guarantee that someone will really do what he wants to do but is not embarrassed or dare to do in the future?

It is true that Yanusz did not die as many people during his tenure as commander.

That guy led the army of the Heavenly King to rob the nobles' manor, let the slaves sleep with their sisters-in-law and young ladies who they only dared to think about and touch all their lives, and let Duvata rob a group of wives and concubines, and Shahuk's house was full of gold, silver and jewelry......

Was it their own shot that woke them up from their unfinished dreams, and they couldn't continue to do their unfinished dreams?

Maybe he'll have to write an edict about himself.

"Hahaha! Funny, so funny ......."

Thinking of this, Absec laughed to himself, and even laughed out of tears, and even his original gloomy mood was swept away, and he was free and easy in an instant.

The collapse of the Heavenly Palace made him let go of his obsession with the throne and no longer hope for the impossible eternity, and the conversion to the Silver Moon Sect made him let go of his obsession with power, and he no longer looked at everyone suspicious.

Now he has finally achieved his own perfection - even everything that he couldn't let go of was let go at this moment.

He finally saw the dry well that belonged to him.

It wasn't the thick walls on either side that trapped him, nor the unreachable clouds overhead—

He was himself throughout.

"Whether it's merit or demerit, leave it to future generations and say go!"

Like Mayor Odo of the Free State, he finally looks inside himself and realizes himself completely at the last second of the game.

And it was at this moment that the nightmare that had trapped him for a long time finally cleared up......

……

Everyone in the room marveled at the grandeur of the chamber, and some lamented how nice it would be if the money could be used to build another shelter.

Only a few people can reconcile with the past, and even fewer can come out of the glory of the past.

Absek's performance is relatively good, at least he can still think like a normal person.

And like the city lord of Dam City, his jaw dropped as if he was stunned, and he looked left and right to find his henchmen, and he was at a loss for a while.

It turns out that pigs on the tuyere don't necessarily understand everything, and they may not be able to withstand any wind and waves.

As for the real bosses, they have already sat calmly in their respective positions.

Whether it's the Archon of Triumph City, or the administrator of the Alliance, or the Chief Technology Officer of the Academy, the board of directors of the Enterprise, and the Salen of the Eastern Empire, the strong bear-like emperor of the Northern Empire, and the foreign minister in formal dress and leather sent by the President of the New Confederation......

All the things to be talked about have been discussed, and the things that have not been talked about are not worth mentioning, and they are just going through the motions when they sit here.

However, the organizers of the conference are equal, and even the leaders of the minor powers are respected enough to ensure that everyone finds their own seat before the conference starts.

Whether the stories behind them are ridiculous or not, no matter who sits here or who looks like a clown in the eyes of whom, they sit here as a heartfelt choice of a group of wastelanders.

At least the choice at this moment!

And at the same time when everyone was seated, a solemn and solemn voice sounded in the conference hall—

"Thank you for taking the time to make ...... here"

"I am the head of the post-war reconstruction committee."

Many people already know the identity of the old man, and many people are even lucky enough to see his different face.

This time, though, he didn't say any riddles, not even a word of nonsense.

After briefly reading the opening remarks, he handed over the time to the young people in the scene-

"I declare the official opening of this session of humanity!"

The thunderous applause resounded throughout the audience, and Zhou Xianlin, who was sitting in a corner of the venue, even stood up excitedly and raised his hand above his head.

The leader of the Red River Alliance, who was not far away, glanced at the madman and sneered disdainfully, but in the end, he applauded like everyone present.

Including Salen, who was sitting in the front row of the venue yawning, also clapped his hands in shame.

For him personally, the real thing to talk about was decided before the meeting began.

He had not only met Chu Guang, but also representatives sent by enterprises and academies, as well as several representatives of the former legion forces.

Including the young man who inherited the armor of Julius and was recognized by the Praetorian Army.

As for the other survivors, they were like ants in front of him, and he didn't care what they thought at all.

However, seeing that the few bigwigs at the same table were all serious, he still raised a little interest and straightened up from the chair carved from granite.

"Hehe, just let me see what tricks these juniors can tell......"

……

The thunderous applause was like firecrackers on Chinese New Year's Eve, sending away the wasteland era 214 that had gone away.

As for when the new era will come, it will be long after the meeting has ended.

At this moment, in a remote corner of the wasteland, Niyang, stuck in the road to the front line, spends a simple New Year in his car with his most trusted student and assistant, Fiodore.

Looking at "Mr. Mouse", who had been thinking about it for a long time and had never been able to put pen to paper on the solicitation paper, Fiodore's face was full of puzzlement.

His impression of the master is not like this.

Even when he was a servant at the knee of the Duke of Galava, the gentleman's spine was straight.

But why?

When he arrived at Lassy, the arrogant literati lowered his head.

Is it just because that guy kills people like hemp, and he goes crazy and even kills his own people?

He complained in his heart and whispered.

“…… If you can't write it, I can write it for you, and if you are afraid, I can die for you. ”

After saying that, he reached out to pick up the pen and paper in Niyan's hand, but the latter snatched it away.

"Don't wade into these muddy waters!" Nyan reprimanded, and pondered over the empty paper.

Fiodore was unconvinced, looking him straight in the eye.

"That's your student, you teach us to be good people, but why don't you support them."

Nyan put down his pen and paper, struggled to move his body, and turned to face his student.

"I'm just asking you one question, you want to defeat Lassy, have you thought about what will happen after you defeat him?"

Fiodore said without hesitation.

"Of course I thought we'd set up a council of representatives, and then establish our fundamental law like the survivors of Boulder City."

Looking at the young man with his chest straight, Niyan laughed out loud, and couldn't hold back another cough.

"By you? Just those of you who have to reach out to your parents for tuition fees to pay the wages of those workers who have returned from overseas? ”

Fiodore's face was flushed, and he didn't know why the teacher wanted to mention the laborers who had returned from overseas, but he knew that the look in his eyes didn't believe that they could do it.

"Don't look down on us!"

Niyan shook his head, gasping softly.

"I don't look down on you, I love each and every one of you dearly, so I've always been against politics in the classroom, we should give the truth closer to the essence to the children, and that's the biggest disagreement between me and Sir Cabah...... Ahem, he said that the cure must be treated with strong medicine, and the overkill must be overcorrected, but I said that if he did it, a thousand more universities would have to become a thousand pillars and crucify all of us to them. ”

If a person only acquires knowledge from books, he will inevitably look at objective problems in the shape of consciousness.

And this will definitely fall into the trap of the blind man touching the elephant.

Absec was just a dock worker, he didn't know so much, but he had a lot of experience, he could get along with the crowd, and he knew what they wanted.

Only such a person can balance the lustful Duvata, the money-hungry Shahrukh, and the art-loving and befriended literati Negli......

It is precisely because of this that when the legion came, only one Shah Rukh ran away, instead of all three stupid ones, leaving a group of stupid people with their own evil intentions waiting to be defeated one by one.

Then even if the alliance moves the capital to Tiandu, it is useless, and any "butcher", "jungle rat", and "iron general" can only run with their heads in their hands, at most, who is smart and fast.

But then again, this kind of "thoughtless" mediocrity is the one that intellectuals like Sir Kabahar despise the most. Even if Absec dragged him out from under Yanush's knife, they would have thought that it was a fluke that these bandits with no guidelines would win.

Sir Kabaha had never said that to him, but Nyyan knew very well that he had thought so.

They profess to be radicals who believe that everyone can get better if they listen to them, and end up being idealists in their own fantasies and madmen in the eyes of the majority.

They must think, "It's a big deal for the alliance to attack the enemy they imagined", "Everything will be fine as long as the enemy makes a mistake", "The enemy's mistake must be inevitable because they are wrong".

This kind of naïve thinking is fundamentally different from that of idealists.

It's as if a pragmatist, no matter how close a relative of a nihilist, is not a nihilist after all.

In the end, this madman can only end up in two ways, either to be shot by a complete Machiavellian, or to burn himself and all his followers after a fluke of success, and complete that self-moving martyrdom.

In a trance, he thought of what he should write, and grabbed the pen that was resting on the paper, only to have the pen fall to the ground, along with a few red clots of blood.

"Teacher!"

Fiodore exclaimed in surprise and dragged Niyang, who had fallen into the car, up, but saw that the blood could not stop flowing out.

"What's going on?" The driver, who heard the movement behind him, turned his head suddenly, and when he saw Niyang's condition, his face turned white, "Sir! What's wrong with you—"

"Leave it alone! Hurry up! ”

Stimulated by the color of the blood, Fiodore's brain went blank, and he desperately grabbed the driver by the collar with his free hand and yelled at him.

The driver was not frightened by the blood, he was half a soldier who used to drive for the leader of the Moon Clan Resistance Army, but just when he wanted to step on the accelerator, he looked at the crowd of cars in front of him.

Horse-drawn carts and ox-carts are mixed on the road......

They were displaced people who had migrated eastward from the front.

The 30,000-strong Borneo troop is advancing towards the west bank of the Tasan River, and it is rumored to be a haunting "jungle rat"! The well-deserved god of war throughout the war!

And now this guy is pointing his gun at them......

Civil war is coming!

"Think of a way! By the way, why don't you drive over this dirt road! ”

Fiodore yelled, his face full of despair, but he didn't think that this dirt road was still a road, and he drove to the off-road ground, but he was afraid that if he couldn't travel two kilometers, their car would fall apart.

The path they are taking is the only way, and there is no second way.

Fortunately, the driver reacted quickly, immediately opened the door and went to the back seat, and lifted Niyan out of the car.

"You hold him first! I'm going to find someone! ”

Without hesitation, the driver ran as fast as he could, and soon stopped the convoy of large families from the migrating procession, wanting to use the previous gun and car keys to get the two horses, and promised that whether they could save their own masters or not, they would be indispensable.

The big family is also a master who can be a man, and as soon as he sees the gun, he knows that the identity of the person who has happened is not simple.

So he didn't take the gun or the car keys at all, but instead sent three young and strong men on horseback to help, and volunteered to stay and take care of the car for them.

The one who has a gun this year is the uncle, and if you can take the gun out at will to pay off the debt, there must be countless guns!

No matter how you think about this favor, you can make a lot of money!

While the great family was rejoicing, three horses galloped across the wilderness and led the unconscious Niyan to the nearest town.

There's Lassi's garrison there, and where there's a garrison, there's a doctor and a telephone!

After galloping for 20 miles, the group finally arrived at the nearest town.

After learning of Niyan's incident, the company commander stationed in the area immediately reported the situation to his superiors and asked for assistance, and arranged for the medical soldiers accompanying the army to give him emergency treatment.

Standing next to the hospital bed, Fiodore's heart was filled with remorse and self-blame, and she prayed silently in her heart for the unconscious teacher.

And at this moment, Niyan suddenly coughed and opened his eyes, and his dilated pupils gradually released a clear light.

"Teacher!" Fiodore screamed in surprise and threw herself next to the hospital bed.

But as if he had not heard, Nyan suddenly stretched out his hand like a wood stick and grasped his arm firmly.

"Running ......"

Fiodore was stunned for a moment, looking at him in confusion.

“…… What? ”

Niyan took a deep breath, looked at the ceiling with a little despair in his eyes, and said word by word with all his strength.

"Run, run as far as you can...... You guys...... None of them are his opponents. ”

Fiodore shook his teacher's hand tightly and leaned down to bring his face closer.

"Who?! Do you mean Lassy?! ”

The driver coughed when he heard this, and signaled that this was Lassy's barracks.

But the company commander standing on the side looked to the side as if he hadn't heard.

Of course he knew what was going on in Mammoth City, and he knew everything when he saw Nyan here, and if nothing else, his superiors should be on their way here.

But he didn't hear anything, so he went outside and lit a cigarette.

There was a hint of sadness in Nyyan's eyes, and he didn't say any of the names he was expecting.

Not even the names of the living were spoken.

"Luo ...... Will ......"

Yanush was Rowell, but he was shot to death on the throne in the middle of the killing.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, forgetting all about the Heavenly King Army, but forgetting how they came here.

So the new Lowell came, and would show his butcher's knife and kill the heads all over the ground.

As for the civil war.

When everybody thought it was coming, maybe it wouldn't.

Actually, it doesn't matter if you come or not......

It is better to leave it to future generations to imagine what will happen if this civil war that has not started out is really fought.

Actually, it's all the same.

Fiodore looked at him stunned, thinking that he had misheard, and the whole person was stupid.

His lips opened and closed, muttering to himself.

"Lowell...... Isn't that a dead man......"

He knew that the teacher had scolded General Rowell for a whole year, and even the entire "Red Clay" was written around him, but he didn't want the teacher's hatred for him to reach such a deep point in his bone marrow.

He always felt that he shouldn't be like this.

The dregs left behind by that officer of the People's Union are inherently hateful, but they will not be dug up like this.

It is often said that there is hard work without merit, and who can deny that no one survives by eating soil?

Besides, the teacher himself said that Sir Cabah is bad, and overkill is not good.

But when he tried to ask again, Nyan had already taken his last breath.

The most damned Duke Galava changed his heart after Wu Tuo's death, while the least damned man walked in the last second before dawn......

Fiodore cried and cried, her eyes red, like a bereaved child.

The driver's eyes were red as well, and he raised his hand to cover the bridge of his nose.

He is not a soldier, but he used to count half of it, but he didn't expect that he would end up with this end up breaking his leg.

Why?

Why don't good people live long!

Why did God do this to him!

Hearing the movement in the room, the company commander rushed in from the outside, along with Lassi, who had rushed back from the front line, and the division commander of the local division headquarters.

This big man of nearly 1.8 meters didn't cry when he lost the battle, he didn't cry when he was injured, and of course he didn't now, but he went crazy with red eyes.

"No !!"

"Your mother's son is back! You're not done yet! Lao Tzu won't let you go! ”

"Commander! He's dead! Looking at Lassi, who rushed to the hospital bed and wanted to pick Niyang up, the division commander who followed him pulled him who was emotionally broken with red eyes, "Think about what to do first!" ”

Lassy, who had finally calmed down, stumbled back to the door, and suddenly saw the red-eyed frightened student boy, and stepped forward and grabbed him by the shoulder.

"Your teacher is dead...... Bah! Did you say anything before you left!? ”

Although he still said "I'm not afraid of death" in the middle of the night, but now seeing this killing god really standing in front of him, Fiodore was still scared and weak.

This guy really crawled out of the pile of dead people.

Every word he uttered seemed to be congealed with blood, and he was full of murderous energy, and he was afraid that the king of Hades would tremble when he saw it.

His teacher may have been right in what he had said before......

Except for his hard mouth, everything is soft.

Lassi didn't hate him for being a wreck, nor did she rush him like a teacher, just waited patiently.

Finally, like a frightened little girl, Fiodore finally squeezed out a sentence from her trembling mouth—

"Lowell...... My teacher said I ...... We are no match for him. ”

"He wants us to run."

The expression on Lassy's face froze, and he didn't seem to expect his last words to be this.

Throwing away the young man's thin shoulders, he strode out of the room.

At this moment, like a mad cow, he roared angrily at the cloudy sky and morning mist.

"Lowell—"

"Lao Tzu X Nima !!"

On the other side, after taking over Rose and other Willant captives, Yokal of the 110,000th team rushed to the outskirts of Xifan Harbor with his men day and night.

Those positions that they couldn't gnaw their teeth at once now seem to non-existent.

They traveled to Surak County on the Legion's train, where they were greeted as warmly by the local villagers as they had greeted the Willantes, offering them lamb stew and hot tea.

Looking at the flattering magistrate, Yokal was irritable and rewarded his subordinates with these delicacies that he had not tasted for a long time.

The fellow, Rose, refused to say a word to him except to hand him over his matching gun.

He knew why, the guy didn't think he had lost to him, and he really couldn't cheekily laugh at the other party, why didn't he fight much on any mountain.

Until dawn, the conquerors of steel appeared in the wilderness.

The soldiers who were napping were startled by the rumbling sound of the tracks, and they ran to find cover, only to see their own banner in the distant formation.

Good guys, it turned out to be their own people!

Yokal, who had not slept all night, was stunned for many seconds, until his family told him to calm down.

The group went to the southern part of Surak County, and a windy off-road stopped in front of them.

The two officers got out of the car, and one of them, a captain with shiny boots, gave him a military salute and said with a smile.

"In Lower Borneo, the 1,010,000th Troop Manurion! This is our commander, General Grove! ”

Yokal's eyes widened, and his mouth was full of muttering.

"What kind of bird is the iron general, what kind of silver will the gold general paint ......?"

Grove was also a rough man, but he didn't get angry when he heard this, he just smiled and patted him on the shoulder.

"I've heard of the great name for a long time, brother! I'm from the South Front, that Gibson you know, he's my defeat! ”

"Oh, I think I've heard of ......" Jokal nodded confusedly, he had a few cannons from Gibson, although the Alliance's skeleton regiment grabbed it for him, but his men also made some efforts.

It's to say that this guy is gone, and he was driven south after a long time.

Seeing that he had heard of Gibson's prestige, Grove laughed heartily.

"yes, it's not easy to connect with that dog! At first, he dared to fight with us, but then he shrank on the position and didn't come out, and I couldn't afford to lose when I served the nest, and his mouth was as hard as a duck from Teniang! By the way, what about Isher? I've always wanted to see him, why isn't that buddy here? ”

Grove was eager when he said this, he had been a fan of Isher long before Operation North Wind, but unfortunately he never had the opportunity to meet him.

Yokaler looked at Grove in confusion, wondering why the guy would ask such a question.

Didn't you ask Lao Tzu to connect?

Dare to love you, the commander-in-chief is also a little shrimp.

"He'll have to watch out for Lassy......"

Grove had a lost look on his face and nodded in dismay.

"Okay...... By the way, brother, what's my equipment? ”

Dust billowed in the distance, and the torrent of steel rolled like a storm on the plains.

Yokal stared at it for a long time, eager to engrave that scene in his eyes, and it took a long time for a sentence to come out of his mouth.

"it, it's ......"

……

On the other side, the west bank of the Tasan River is misty in the morning.

Isher sat on the ground until dawn, and thought all night at the lights on the banks of the Tassan.

It's New Year.

It's New Year's again......

Looking at the migrating crowd, his mind instantly returned to the fateful night of that day.

At that time, he finally recognized his fate, gave up Bol who became the Rock City, gave up his illusions about the goddess of the silver moon, and no longer tried to chase those unrealistic ideals......

It is precisely because of this that he relied on the wisdom of the Brahminats to deceive everyone, not only saved little Ruby and everyone in the church, but also kept them alive until the end.

Since then, his life has been smooth sailing, not only designed to help his old boss Anwo escape from the whirlpool of Tiandu, but also impressed him by many bigwigs, including Absec, so that he is now sitting in the position of commander-in-chief of the Northern Field Army.

Even the people of Willant were so impressed that his portrait was printed on the playing cards.

Everything is moving in a good direction.

Whether it is a Brahma or a Wielant.

Lately the communication situation has recovered a little, and he has heard about some of the people he has helped, and has learned a few things about the outside world from their letters.

For example, Madame Margaery's family heard that they lived happily in Settlement No. 1.

The inhabitants of Eternal Night Harbor were not defeated by difficulties, and they built new homes in the wilderness.

Her husband was still vowing to build a church for the goddess of the silver moon, but he himself had little time to pray.

In the couple's letters, there is also a postcard given to him by Little Ruby, on which a cute mammoth is drawn.

Thinking of a little mammoth, Isher couldn't help but feel a warm heart, and suddenly wanted to have a child.

Let's start with a conversation.

He is also in the prime of life, and it is no problem to talk about a female student.

Everyone had a happy ending, but for some reason he suddenly felt a sense of panic, just like when he shivered that day when he hid in a corner that Yanusz couldn't see.

But this time is different.

This time it was as if it was not Anwo who opened the door of the church, but the evil ghost named Yanusz, and stared at him and little Ruby and everyone with the thief's eyes, and thought in their hearts how to torture everyone.

Usher broke out in a cold sweat, and heard something as if he were hallucinating—

I'm back again. ’

"Woo——!"

At this time, the air defense siren sounded on the other side of the Tasan River, and it was thought about three times.

However, for some reason, there was no explosion this time, and there was no whistling of planes flying low.

It was as if it weren't an alarm, but a mourning.

Isher frowned, and for a moment many possibilities flashed through his mind, and even allowed the thought to cross the Tsan River.

At this moment, his face suddenly turned pale, and he raised his head suddenly.

"Hit the mark!"

On the other side, on the platform of the railway station in Saifan Harbor, Ross, carrying suitcases, walked off the train with several officers under his command, and met Captain Gibson, who was looked at by Borneo soldiers in the middle.

The two soldiers were armed with submachine guns, and PU-9 submachine guns, with expressionless attitudes as if they were holding prisoners.

It seems that the Borneo state has taken over the settlement.

However, instead of being rude to Gibson, these Brahsins gave him the dignity of a loser...... This is something that Ross did not expect.

There were not only Borneo people on the platform, but there were also some Wilantes, but judging by their full spirit and tall waists, it was clear that they were from the Eastern Empire.

They're moving boxes, taking everything they can with them.

Judging by the reactions of these soldiers, it is clear that they have the tacit approval of the Brahman hierarchy and even Absaik himself.

Seeing Rose getting out of the car, Gibson smiled haggardly and held out his right hand.

"Don't come unharmed, Captain Rothwan."

The successive defeats had completely shattered the man's self-confidence, and Rose couldn't help but wonder if he could still harden up.

But who is to laugh at him?

"Same flight?"

Gibson nodded and smiled weakly.

"Yes, Salen promised to reunite me with my family in New Sailing, where he said we capable Willantes were needed...... Although I don't know what else I can do when the war is over. ”

To be honest, he really didn't think that the Borneos would let him go, after all, the troops on the southern front are mainly security warfare, and security warfare will definitely encounter times when it is impossible to distinguish between civilians and soldiers.

Rose was silent for a moment, then sighed.

"Let's go home first, there's always a place for us."

The car that took them to the port was about to arrive.

Before getting into the car, Gibson took a complicated look at the harbor behind him.

He didn't have much affection for this place, after all, he wasn't there when the port was first built.

"What do you think will happen here?"

"I don't know, I don't want to know," Rose shook his head, "there are so many of them, and they've just fought all the battles, and they're never going to be worse off than they were before we came here." ”

Maybe the same is true of the Willantes.

A port of eternal night without the Southern Legion...... At least Blackwater Lane will be history.

Thinking of this, Rose suddenly felt less hopeless about the future. (End of chapter)