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"boom--!
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Hot lava rose into the sky, and thick smoke and gravel spread hundreds of meters.
The sand dunes in the distance have been moved into flat land, leaving only circles of ripples.
This is the training ground in the northern part of Yongye Port.
And that terrifying explosion just now was the work of the 902mm heavy artillery!
As the proud symbol of strength of the Southern Army, this heavy artillery is said to have shown great power in the "Battle of Heaven"... But those who really know it know that that thing actually showed its power before entering the Haiya Province.
Just a moment.
After all, the maneuverability of this heavy artillery is so deadly that only a train can carry it and its shells.
It wasn't until the Battle of Heaven was over that the Alliance's railways and roads passed through Shifeng Mountain.
With his palm on the wine glass, General McClung, who was sitting in the spectator seats of the training ground, held his chin in boredom and looked at the group of servants charging forward with a lack of interest.
It wasn't until the billowing dust settled that he removed his palm from the wine glass and calmly took a sip of the wine.
The Southern Army is completely different from the Eastern Army in terms of combat style and governance philosophy. They rely too much on caliber and infantry and completely ignore mobility.
The Eastern Legion is just the opposite. The torrent of steel is their belief, whether in the sky or on the ground!
It is precisely for this reason that he is not very interested in this "toy" that tortures logistics personnel.
Even though its power is indeed astonishing, it is completely useless in the wilderness controlled by the Eastern Legion. No raider tribe or resistance army will wait foolishly for it to fire.
No matter how stupid those guys are, they still know how to shoot and change places.
However, what was very different from his lack of interest was that Captain Oletwan, who was sitting next to him, had an excited and proud expression on his face, with a bright smile on his face.
"Nothing can withstand 902's blow! Especially when dealing with mutants, this thing is even better than tactical nuclear weapons!"
Mutant creatures are somewhat resistant to radiation, and things like split-claw crabs or deathclaws will even place their nests near radioactive sources.
Mutants can be regarded as a type of artificial mutant creature. Simple radioactive damage cannot be said to be completely ineffective against them, but it does not keep up with their recovery speed.
It is precisely because of this that, with the same yield, high-explosion velocity explosives are often more efficient than nuclear weapons.
It’s also easier to deal with the aftermath.
Listening to the show off of this one-star captain of ten thousand men, McClelland smiled and said nonchalantly.
“Have even the ‘grey men’ in the desert started building fortresses?”
Ollet was stunned for a moment, then said with a smile.
"That's not true...but they have learned from the predator tribes and built some villages. I even heard that some mutant tribes that have become intelligent will even do business with human merchants."
He felt that McClun should be familiar with this stuff. There were mutant mercenaries during the war in Sunset Province, even if the number was not very large.
The mutants in the desert and the mutants on the east coast have different origins. Although the two are extremely similar in habits, same bloodthirsty and violent, the latter are slightly more civilized.
The Southern Legion also has a very small number of mutant mercenaries, which they call "Grey Soldiers".
However, for most of the gray mutant tribes that are unwilling to cooperate, the Southern Legion still focuses on extermination. After all, these guys are always plundering, which affects the business of their colonies and the native tribes in the desert.
And those Gray mercenaries have no scruples about killing their own compatriots.
After all, in essence, they still belong to unenlightened primitive people, they have just learned how to use human weapons.
Without paying attention to this guy's explanation, McClun said nonchalantly.
"Then isn't using this kind of thing a cannon to kill mosquitoes? Or is it that mutants have such a thing as morale? In my opinion, it is better to get a few more 100mm artillery, which will not only cover a wider area, but also reduce the pressure on logistics.
Some."
Hearing this guy's trouble, Olette's brows twitched fiercely, and he couldn't help but mocked him.
"That said, after all, we never fight in places where our own supply ships can't reach, so there is no situation where the frontline troops cannot keep up with the supplies. What's the use of so much land? There are ruins everywhere.
The most indispensable thing is mud and sand. Could it be that the glory of the Velant people is demonstrated by coloring in the map?"
Hearing the sinister tone in that voice, McClun's brows twitched fiercely, and his face instantly darkened.
"What do you mean?"
Seeing McClun's displeased expression, Allette immediately changed the subject.
There is no way, the official level can crush people to death, even if this guy has lost power.
"Ahem, no offense to you, respected General McClung... Let's get back to the point. Although those gray-skinned savages did not build strong concrete fortresses, they have indeed become much more difficult to deal with recently."
McClun frowned slightly.
"which aspect?"
Otto lowered his voice with a mysterious look on his face.
"Immortal..."
"Immortal?!" McClun's eyes opened slightly, with disbelief written in his eyes.
Seeing the expression on his face, Otto quickly explained.
"Of course it's not immortality in the true sense... but rather, even if their head and heart are damaged, they can still fight. Only when their body functions are completely destroyed will they truly fall."
McClun thought for a while and then spoke thoughtfully.
"...This sounds a bit similar to the situation on Shifeng Mountain."
Although he has been training new troops and officers in the empire some time ago, he is not completely ignorant of the situation of the "War in Heaven".
Especially after the post office of Xifan Port was opened, telegraph communication was basically able to communicate with Triumph City.
When the cable is laid from Yongye Port in the future, even instant messaging will be no problem.
After hearing McClun's words, Otto came and touched his chin.
"Hmm... Indeed, I saw it in the "Triumph". There is a thing called 'mourning' there, right? What kind of memory can be cached in neurons distributed throughout the body, so even if you lose your head?
It seems that the alliance discovered that it can grow."
McClun asked in confusion.
"How did this thing appear in the desert? Did some mutants escape to the desert?"
Ollet shrugged.
"Who knows, maybe the remnants of the Torch escaped... After all, humans are much easier to hide than mutants."
Hearing this, McClun's face immediately showed an expression of interest.
"This is incredible information...have you verified it with someone?"
"I'm actually doing this..." A smile appeared on Otto's face, and his expression suddenly turned serious, "General McClung, don't you think this is an opportunity?"
Without waiting for McClun to ask in detail, he continued without stopping.
"The Sticky Community is unwilling to hand over the technology related to the 'Gestalt Life Form' to us. It's no use even if you talk about it at the conference table. They are afraid of us Weirant people from the bottom of their hearts... We are actually
We don't need them, as long as we can catch the guy who escaped into the desert, we can get everything we want."
Gestalt life body technology has extraordinary significance to the Wilant people.
After all, the latter was born out of the former.
The Vaillant people have always believed that there are some kind of "shackles" in their DNA that still enslave them.
And if you want to completely unlock this shackles, you must completely break through the "Gestalt Life Form" technology.
Therefore, even if the military value of this technology itself is put aside, there are sufficient political demands to push them to do this.
General McClung's eyes narrowed slightly, and interest appeared in the gaps between his eyelashes.
"This sounds interesting...I'll let the Eastern Legion keep an eye on it."
The eastern territory of the Eastern Legion borders the northern part of the Great Desert and a small number of areas in the north-west, and the vassal state extends to the Luoxia Province in the east of the Great Desert.
As long as the Eastern Army and the Southern Army join forces, it will be enough to encircle the entire desert.
On the other hand, the Alliance only has one pioneer city located in the eastern part of the desert.
Upon hearing General McClung's promise, Altras suddenly showed a happy smile on his face.
"That's great. With your cooperation, this matter will be much safer."
"I hope I can gain something... After all, that is the long-cherished wish of all Weiland people."
McClenn smiled faintly and took a sip of red wine.
At this moment, the drill in the distance has come to an end, and the native soldiers carrying rifles are withdrawing from the crater.
A bright smile filled Otolai's face, and he suddenly thought of something again and continued.
"By the way, by the way, are you interested in buying a 902mm heavy artillery to go back and play with?"
McClun refused calmly.
"No need, this thing will crush the road we finally built."
Seeing that he misunderstood what he meant, Otto quickly waved his hands and said.
"No, no, no, I mean to sell it to Xi Lan... Aren't they worried about Mengmanzhou in the east? With this thing, no matter what kind of fortress it is, as long as it goes there -"
Before he finished speaking, an officer suddenly ran over and stood in front of him to perform a military salute.
"Report to the General, a message for help has been sent from the direction of Xifan Port, saying that they have encountered a very difficult rebellion! The situation is critical!"
Otto was stunned for a moment, with a surprised expression on his face, but what was even more surprised was McClun, who was sitting next to him. He almost stood up with his hands on the armrests of the chair.
"Sail Harbor? Rebellion?"
Just those cowardly guys, do they still have this ability?!
No one knows better than McClung how submissive people there are to their superiors.
The "Human Centipede" he saw was not just in Wu Tuo's court, but spread throughout the entire power structure of the empire, and was transmitted down level by level.
In order to please their superiors, they do not hesitate to sacrifice all their dignity, trample their personality into the dust, betray their oaths, beliefs, souls and even sacred marriages, comfort themselves that everything is for profit, and then ruthlessly take advantage of those who are weaker than themselves.
Make up for what is owed to a person.
The Vaillant people don't always mean what they say, but at least some things are non-negotiable.
It is simply a fantasy that such a guy would rebel!
The officer glanced briefly at General McClun, then looked at his immediate superior, Otto. When the latter nodded, he spoke quickly.
"That's right... the locals took advantage of the absence of Governor Huye and his bodyguards to rob the arms in the warehouse in the port area. Now the more than 3,000 Wilante residents living there are in danger. The local security bureau and the governor's palace simultaneously sent
A distress signal, hoping that we will immediately send troops and ships to rescue and help the local Weirant people evacuate."
Otto frowned.
"How long does it take to get there fastest?"
The officer said immediately.
"Three days should be enough!"
After thinking for a moment, Otto tapped his index finger on his knee and quickly made a decision.
"Ask Captain Ross to lead a force of a thousand men there."
Since Xifan Port is not asking for help from the empire, but seeking help from Yongye Port at the expense of the near and distant, it shows that the situation is not an ordinary emergency.
It is precisely for this reason that he did not hesitate to send his best generals.
"yes!"
The officer looked solemn, stood at attention, gave a military salute, and was about to leave, but General McClung, who was sitting on the chair, stopped him.
"Wait a minute, I'll go with you." Putting down the boots on his knees, McClung stood up from the chair, picked up the officer's hat thrown on the table and put it on.
Otto, who was sitting aside, was stunned for a moment and looked up at him in surprise.
"Aren't you going back to Triumph City?"
McClun said nonchalantly.
"It doesn't matter whether I go back or not. Anyway, I have nothing to win about. I won't go back this year... Don't worry, I'll just take a look and won't interfere with your command."
He was just curious about what the rebellion of the rats would look like.
Seeing the subordinate looking at him making up his mind, Otto hesitated for half a second and finally nodded.
"Okay... then I'll leave it to you to supervise the battle."
McClun nodded, without saying a word, and left behind the officer...
…
Near the port of Yongye Port, in a quiet and elegantly decorated mansion, Penny sitting at the desk was stuffing the letter she had just written into an envelope.
This was her uncle's house. Since there was no boat back to Triumph City, she could only continue to live here. She had nothing to do and came up with the idea of writing a letter.
There are two letters to be sent, and they are both addressed to Dawn City.
One of them was addressed to her father, Captain Benoit, and the other to Mr. Pangolin.
They haven't seen each other for some time since he followed his father to Dawn City.
I wonder if he is doing well.
Penny glanced at the setting sun outside the window and stuffed the two letters in her hands into the drawer.
The post office should have been closed by this time, and she planned to go there in person tomorrow morning to deliver the letter and see if there was any ship going home at the port.
At this time, my aunt's voice came from downstairs.
"Penny, it's time to eat."
"Oh! It's coming."
Penny responded, simply packed up the pens and papers on the table, and hurried downstairs.
When she came downstairs, her Aunt Demi had already sat down at the dining table, and next to her was her youngest cousin, Bill, who was only 6 years old.
Speaking of her aunt Demi, she is a very traditional Wilant woman.
Whether it's her elegant, gentle and generous character, or her dark brown hair and tall nose.
Penny liked chatting with her very much. Although she didn't always agree with her views, her pure Triumph City accent sounded very comfortable and made her feel like a spring breeze.
The maid with a slightly darker complexion is bringing the dinner plates to the table.
Looking at Penny walking down the stairs, she nodded slightly and saluted, and then went to the side room to dine.
Compared to the Eastern Legion, the Southern Legion had a relatively gentle attitude towards slaves, while the civil servants and nobles from Triumph City brought more of the traditions of Triumph City to the colonies.
Her uncle Ross served in the Southern Legion, but his background was marked by the civil service group, so the family's attitude towards servants was relatively gentle.
After all, in Triumph City, it is neither legal nor decent to torture slaves. Most civil servants and nobles are proud to have a servant who is familiar with noble etiquette and well-educated.
Sitting at the dining table, Penny noticed that Uncle Ross was not here, so she looked at Aunt Demi.
"Where's uncle? Won't he eat with us today?"
Demi shook her head gently, with a helpless expression on her face.
"He may still be busy with work...I heard that mutants in the desert have become active again recently, and some tribes that have good relations with us have sent out signals for help."
Those beasts...
Penny frowned.
"There won't be any big problems, right?"
Seeing the worry on her niece's face, Demi smiled and comforted her.
"What could go wrong? We have an army of ten thousand people stationed here...but I'm worried about you, my Penny."
When she said this, a trace of worry appeared on her face.
"I heard that Borneo is not safe. There are wars everywhere, but we don't have any troops stationed there. I really don't know how that Huye can manage so many people. If you can, please go home this time.
After that, you should think of a way to transfer him back to Triumph City as much as possible, or you might as well come to our place."
Penny couldn't help but have a helpless expression on her face. What her aunt said was exactly the same as her own mother's.
However, she did not think there was any danger in West Sails Harbor, as there were many Willant people living there.
And she watched the port develop bit by bit from nothing.
As part of her father's political achievements, she is also very proud of it.
"Borneo is a large province. In fact, most states are safe, but Mengmao State in the east is more dangerous. Moreover, the people there are very peaceful and very polite to others, especially to outsiders... If you have really been there
Just know that it's not as bad as you think."
Looking at her stubborn niece, Demi had a helpless expression on her face, not knowing how to persuade her.
Although Penny is not her biological daughter, she and her mother are very good friends, and they have always regarded this maverick girl as their own.
It was precisely because of this that she was particularly worried about her.
Although "Le Triumph" is the largest newspaper in the Legion, and becoming a reporter for "Le Triumph" is an extremely glorious thing, she still hopes that she can find a more stable job and then find a reliable and good person to marry.
"Is that so... But it's better to be careful anyway. You are a girl after all, and war is a man's business."
"I'm no longer a child, and... I don't think it's just a matter of men, but a matter of every Wilant person. We should know where our front line is, who we are fighting, and the outcome is determined by us.
What does it mean?"
Penny snorted lightly, not very satisfied with her aunt's statement.
Although she has never fought with the enemy on the front line, she has also gone deep into the front line for first-hand information.
Even though she doesn't have a military rank, she doesn't think her job is unimportant.
At this moment, the sound of the door opening came from the direction of the entrance, and not long after, a powerful middle-aged man walked into the dining room from the direction of the living room.
That man was none other than Penny's uncle Ross, who had the military rank of Captain and served under General Allette.
There was a deep scar on his face, and his eyes were as sharp as knives. He looked a little scary, but Penny knew very well that he was actually a very polite gentleman, at least better than some of the rough-handed savages of the Eastern Legion.
There are more people who want to be gentlemen.
"Sorry, something happened with the army. I came back a little late... Please prepare a copy for me."
"Okay sir."
The maid who heard the commotion came over from the side room, nodded respectfully, and then entered the kitchen.
When little Bill saw his father coming back, he shouted "Dad" happily.
Ross smiled and walked forward. Just as he wanted to pet his son's head lovingly, Demi who was sitting next to him slapped his hand away.
"Go and wash your hands quickly. I can smell the sand from a long distance away."
"Okay, okay." Ross smiled bitterly and scratched the back of his head, then turned and went to the bathroom.
Penny sitting aside showed a smile that couldn't help but laugh. It wasn't until her uncle returned to the dining table that she asked curiously.
"What took you so long? Can you let me know?"
Ross, who sat down at the dining table, smiled heartily and said in a joking voice.
"The reporter from the Triumph newspaper wants to know, so of course I will tell you everything I know... Hey, don't glare at me, I was joking with my niece."
Seeing his wife glaring at him, Ross shrank his neck, coughed lightly, put on a serious expression, and continued.
"Something happened at Saisail Port."
Penny was stunned for a moment, and her aunt sitting opposite her was also stunned. The two of them had been talking about Sifan Harbor.
"Sail Harbor?"
Ross nodded, picked up a piece of bread, spread some meat sauce on it, and said while eating.
"Well, the specific situation is unclear. Some sources say that the alliance incited the locals to rebel, and some say that it was Lashi who did it. Someone has been tracking that batch of arms, and something happened to this batch of arms."
Demi frowned slightly.
"The devil who slaughtered millions of people?"
She had heard of this name. It was said that in order to stop the regular army of the empire, he implemented a strategy of clearing out the country on the border of Mengma Prefecture and massacred a million people.
She was so cruel to her own compatriots that she had no good impression of him.
Ross shrugged and hastily started to put on the second piece of bread, and this time it was smeared with tuna mince.
"Who knows, anyway, we have to go there before we can understand the situation there... I came back to pack my luggage. The warship has entered the port and I will board the ship in two hours."
Penny and Demi were both stunned, and spoke at the same time almost subconsciously.
"Are you so anxious?"
"Do we have to leave today?"
Ross nodded.
"Well, I heard it's an emergency... We have to go on the road for three days, and it's my birthday soon. I hope nothing big happens."
Little Bill blinked and looked at him.
"Dad, can you come back before your birthday?"
Rose petted little Bill's head lovingly.
"... Don't worry, on such an important holiday, Dad will definitely not leave you mother and son alone at home."
Demi looked at Ross worriedly and said in a serious tone.
"You should concentrate on your work and don't let us distract you. My lovely niece is with us at home... Even if we can't celebrate our birthday together this year, there will still be a long time to come."
Penny looked at her aunt and said helplessly.
"Have you already acquiesced that I can't wait for my flight back?"
Demi smiled and said.
"I'm afraid it's too late for you to go back now. Instead of celebrating the festival on the ship, why not celebrate the festival with us this year."
As long as there is a boat during these three days, we can actually make it back before the second weekend after New Year's Eve.
Penny complained softly in her heart, but she didn't hold out much hope.
All civilian ships had been transferred to the east by his father. They had just arrived at the Death Coast and it was not known how long it would take before the shipping capacity returned to normal.
"Then please trouble my lovely niece to accompany my wife. Sorry, I will bring you a gift."
Holding the fork in his hand, Little Bill cried out happily.
"Oh! I want mutant eyes! I want green ones!"
Demi gave the restless little guy a hard look.
"What do you want with that thing? It's so dirty!"
Ross laughed, stretched out his broad palm, and rubbed his son's hair lovingly.
"Hahaha! Dad, let's look for it, but there are no mutants in Borneo... How about the mammoth's tusks?"
Looking at the happy family, Penny couldn't help but have a knowing smile on her face.
Suddenly she wasn't so anxious to go back.
In fact, as long as your family is safe, it doesn’t matter where you celebrate the holidays...
After finishing dinner in a hurry, Ross picked up the suitcase that the maid had helped pack. After kissing his wife goodbye, he strode out of the house and got into the SUV parked at the door.
One thousand Weiland soldiers have put on military uniforms, carried rifles and luggage, and completed their assembly at the dock of Yongye Port.
Different from the policemen at West Sail Port, they are real soldiers. They fight with those gray-black mutants all day long in the desert, and there is a solemn murderous aura all over their bodies.
Not only their straight spines, but also the guy on their hands.
From automatic and semi-automatic rifles, to light machine guns and miniguns, and even grenade launchers and flamethrowers, they all demonstrate their powerful force!
Unlike the Eastern Army, which underestimated the role of infantry, the Southern Army put a lot of effort into support equipment and light weapons. After all, the latter did not have as many airships as the former, nor did it have a battlefield where the torrent of steel could gallop forward.
At this moment, the entire bustling port was completely shrouded in darkness.
Ross, who put on his military uniform, walked up to a group of soldiers and shouted in a loud voice.
"A bunch of gutter rats not only knocked over our oil lamps and stole our cheese, but they also tried to bite our fingers! We will let them know that they picked the wrong opponent! Now! Let's go -!
"
"kill!
!”
He was answered with roars of high morale, and the soldiers carrying equipment calmly boarded the deck of the transport ship.
They have no doubt.
When they got ashore, they only needed one charge to beat those weak guys to the ground.
The whistle on the pier sounded, and the passengers stranded on the shore looked at each other.
"...Where are you going to fight?"
Suddenly someone said.
"I heard that there was an accident at Saifan Port..."
"Xifan Port?!" A man carrying a suitcase suddenly showed a panic look on his face, and said in a trembling voice, "My wife and children are still there..."
Everyone around looked at each other.
A passenger patted him on the shoulder and comforted him sympathetically.
"Don't be so nervous. Our relationship with the empire is so strong, even if something goes wrong, it probably won't be a big deal."
Others were so comforting.
"yes."
"It'll be fine."
"After all, those rebels are only fighting against the Empire. I have never heard of them causing trouble for us or the Alliance."
The man smiled bitterly, but his pale face did not change.
"I hope so……"
For some reason, his eyelids were twitching violently, and his heartbeat was twitching...
At the same time, Saipan Port on the other side of the Borneo Sea was engulfed in flames.
From the dock to the bloody mess on the sea, luggage and bodies were scattered everywhere.
Unbridled laughter and miserable screams could be heard faintly from the broken display windows and the marble building. The smell of blood and the smell of the sea were mixed together, and even the sea breeze that kept blowing towards the port could not be dispersed.
.
A disheveled Weiland woman crawled toward the dock in a daze, her hoarse voice kept chanting, as if she was calling someone's name.
The sea water next to the pier was turbid, but it was the only place left that could wash away the filth from her body.
She is not afraid of death.
She only regretted that she did not jump into the sea at the beginning, but she had illusions in her heart, imagining that these beasts would calm down and use the Weillant people here as hostages to negotiate with the legions.
And when they honestly followed those people's requirements and walked into different rooms in batches, those guys immediately tore off the disguise on their faces.
"I'm sorry..." She sobbed incessantly, gritted her teeth, stretched out her bloody hands, and crawled toward the pier that was stained red with blood.
However, just when she was finally about to climb up, a hand suddenly grabbed her ankle and pulled her back to the bloody hell with a hoarse scream.
"Hey! You called the wrong person. Your husband is here."
"Ha ha ha ha!"
"The interrogation is not over yet. Who allowed you to leave? Come back!"
"Ahhh!"
The pitiful screams quickly disappeared in the evening wind, and were nothing compared to the constant sounds at the port.
It's not just the Wilrantians who are suffering.
There are also people from the Lion Tribe, Horse Tribe, Japanese Tribe, Ox Tribe... and even Rat Tribe and Snake Tribe.
Not all of them are nobles, it can even be said that most of them are civilians.
However, bullets do not distinguish between high and low, and the guys carrying the guns also have no interest in making the distinction.
Most people are already furious.
As for Janusz who became the great king, he was just one of them.
In the face of the torrent of the times, one person's choice is not worth mentioning at all.
After all, the former is the common choice of countless people, even if the people who make the choice do not know it.
Yinshel wants to stand up and do something, just like "Bol" in Boulder.
But it is a pity that he does not have Bol's power after all.
His shouting was of no importance at all. Even if he tried his best, people would not care. In the end, even the listeners of the "Silver Gospel" were shaken, wondering whether they had followed the wrong person and taken the wrong path.
In desperation, he could only retreat to the church with the church members who were still standing with him.
If those thugs still imagined that they could get support from the Alliance, at least they would not attack the Silver Moon Sect's church.
If there is even a shred of rationality left in their heads...
Compared with the regretful Yinshel, Govinda who drifted with the crowd had everything smooth sailing.
Although he was pushed onto the battlefield as cannon fodder, he was lucky enough not to die in the initial attack. Instead, he was accepted by the thugs and became one of them because of his "heroic fighting".
Captain of ten.
He never thought in his life that he could become a captain of ten!
He was so excited that he almost screamed and wanted to let the whole street know!
However, perhaps out of fear of the Wilantes and the nobles, or perhaps fear of being liquidated in the future, he was not as crazy as those guys, and he did not dare to touch those Wilantes and Lion tribe girls.
He is an easy-to-satisfy person, or an honest person.
Even if Najib cut the 8 dinars that belonged to him into 6, he never thought of burning the warehouse, he just spit on the ground.
Although he was glad that he had made the right bet, he did not stay in the dock area for a celebration banquet. Instead, he "stopped as soon as it was good" and returned home with his gun in his hand to find the widow in the shack opposite.
He had been thinking about that woman for a long time. Every time he saw that snow-white skin, he thought about it, but he never had the courage to say it out loud. He could only think about it in his head.
But things are not what they used to be.
He has developed!
"Why are you crying...Look at your bear-like appearance. What's wrong with following me and drinking hot food?"
Looking at the crying woman, Govinda, who was holding up his trousers, cursed, anxiously counted out four dinars in change from his pocket and threw it on the table. He thought it was inappropriate and added another 10 dinar.
.
"Take it...from now on, if I have a bite to eat, I will have a bite to eat from you."
As if he could get some kind of comfort by saying this, he threw these words away casually, then grabbed the rifle leaning against the wall and hurriedly rushed out of the door.
Fourteen dinars…
Special for grandma!
He had to work at the dock for two or three days to earn so much!
Afterwards, Govinda felt a little heartbroken, but in the end he was too embarrassed to get back the money he gave, so he could only speed up and walk towards the brightly lit port.
Before the "celebration banquet" was over, he had to go there to pick it up again - oh no, I should say grab some!
Thinking like this, he tried his best to make a fierce expression as he was honest and responsible.
Things have changed today.
He has to learn to think about problems in a different way...
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(Thanks to the leader of "Holding a Sword and Drinking Tea" for the reward!
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This chapter has been completed!