Ross does not need to be too desperate. He will probably never set foot in Sailsport again in his life, and the Borneo people will probably not welcome him back as an invader. No matter what happens here, it has nothing to do with him.

As for Yongye Port.

The Alliance regiments that landed there had completely different moral integrity than the Eastern Empire soldiers who were rummaging through boxes and boxes in Saifan Harbor. His family and furniture were still in good condition, and not a single one was missing.

Although he had to go to New Sailing Port to report first and could not reunite with his family before his birthday, he could still be reunited after all...

The square next to the pier.

The soldiers guarding him have been changed from Borneos to soldiers from the Eastern Empire.

Looking at the burly young man, Ross thought for a while and took out a golden medal from his pocket.

"Can you lend me two dinars? I'd like to buy a newspaper."

The young man reached out and pushed his medal back and said with a hearty smile.

"You can keep the medal yourself, sir, I will take care of this little thing for you!"

The defeated Captain of Ten Thousands is also a Captain of Ten Thousands, and besides, he is also a Captain of Ten Thousands who holds the Golden Combat Medal.

After saying that, the young man ran to the newsstand nearby and picked up a stack of them.

The stall owner didn't dare to stop him, and the Gray Wolf Army soldiers on the side pretended not to see him.

Looking at the pile of newspapers that the young man picked up, Ross smiled bitterly after taking it.

"You... you have to pay anyway."

And there are so many pictures that he probably won’t be able to see them all by the time he gets to New Sailor Port.

The soldier said with a hearty smile.

"It's okay, the money has been paid."

Ross was stunned for a moment.

"……paid?"

The soldier nodded.

"Enough equipment to arm a million people, 1,200 tanks, 1,000 aircraft and pilots from the entire aviation fleet are here to provide training and training."

Ross was speechless for a moment, and sighed after a long time.

"You guys are really rich."

The soldier smiled sheepishly.

"It's not all ours, most of them are actually what you have left... His Majesty said that the junk from the Wasteland Era will no longer be used. Norton City's engineers have to benchmark new rivals in designing better and more expensive designs.

equipment."

Ross said nothing.

This time he really didn't know what to say, so he could only open the newspaper to find some useful information, but saw that the date stopped at the last few days of December 214 in the Wasteland Era.

Time seems to have stopped.

He flipped through several pages and found that they were all old newspapers. He couldn't help but smile bitterly and shook his head.

It seems that the stall owner doesn't really want to open his business.

After all, no one is a fool. He knew that he was going to be freed by the Weirant people and opened the door at gunpoint, so naturally he just fooled around.

Why not enter the new newspaper?

Ask the newspaper printer!

And those who print newspapers can also blame the problem on those who write newspapers and those who look for news.

There will be no more news here.

It’s no longer needed.

At this moment, a family of five ran towards the city.

The couple were about thirty or forty years old. The youngest of their three children was as tall as a wheel, and the eldest was only about ten years old.

They were walking in a hurry, with panic written all over their faces. They were well-dressed and looked like they had a good status. They only carried some carry-on luggage in their hands.

The gray wolf soldier who was smoking was obviously stunned for a moment. It seemed that he did not expect that these five people could come here. He subconsciously took off the gun on his back and loaded it with a click without thinking.

As if he heard the sound of loading, the old father slid his shovel and led his family to kneel down in front of Rose with a plop.

"Sir! Just be kind and take us away!"

The mother was the same, she cried so much that her forehead was bleeding.

"Master! I kowtow to you! Please!"

In addition to the two adults, the other two older children also imitated their parents, knocking their heads on the ground as if they were pounding garlic.

As for the remaining little girl, who was only as tall as a wheel, she was probably frightened and stood blankly, letting the adults lead her away.

The crying voice caught Ross off guard and made him freeze on the spot in shock.

"You have found the wrong person... I am just a prisoner..."

How could he, a defeated man, accept such a great gift?

Not to mention protecting others, he himself is like a duckweed blown into a mud ditch by the wind.

Ross suddenly remembered that it seemed that it was also in the square in front of the port that Captain Ollet telegraphed to him, asking him to find out among the citizens the sky bandits who had killed the civilians of the Wilantes and execute them.

Little did he know that time had passed and he, a murderous executioner, had become a prisoner, while the victors who had defeated him were still kneeling to him to beg for mercy.

Perhaps out of a desire to survive, the elderly father suddenly had an idea, stepped forward with his knees, hugged Rose's knees, and begged.

"Sir... you, you are from Weiland, you can take away your slaves! Our whole family will be your slaves! Please, give us a way to survive, we are willing to make cattle and horses for you..."

"Yes, is there such a rule?"

Ross was stunned for a moment and looked at the soldiers on the side. It was too late to be surprised by the kneeling man's flexibility.

He is also a father.

His family was almost the only moonlight he could see without his eyes during the time he was lying in the cave eating worms.

The biggest difference between humans and beasts is that humans put themselves in the shoes of their fellow humans.

He no longer looked down on the Borneo man kneeling on the ground like before, but regarded him as a father just like himself - even if he gave up his own dignity, he still wanted to let his child live!

Ross made up his mind in his heart, just like when facing his subordinates with red eyes.

They are not chess pieces.

They are people.

The war is over and no one should die for this stupid war.

He wants to save them!

Think of it as atonement...

The soldiers of the Eastern Empire were obviously confused for a moment. After listening to the officer beside them, they scratched the back of their heads.

"It's true... I didn't say no, I seem to have seen the commander bring people on board."

Ross glanced at the Gray Wolf Army soldiers not far away, saw the safety that had been opened, and then looked at the man and woman kneeling on the ground.

His Adam's apple moved, he looked at the soldiers on the side and said in a cold voice.

"...I am a captain of ten thousand, and my daily life must be taken care of. From now on, these few are my servants, let them board the ship with me...I will explain it myself to your commander."

The soldier was still in trouble, and the man kneeling on the ground hurriedly pulled out a few crumpled bills and stuffed them into the soldier's hands.

"Master Jun... just do it, okay."

Seeing a few hundred-dollar silver coins, the soldier stopped worrying and waved his hand with a playful smile.

"Go up."

Apparently he wasn't embarrassed at all.

I just followed the example of my predecessors and harvested some hair from these fat sheep.

Seeing the humble-looking father grabbing a handful of banknotes to offer to himself, Ross shook his head.

"Follow me closely...that is our ship after all."

Seeing that the benefactor didn't want money, the father was stunned for a moment, but he reacted quickly and nodded in thanks. Then he pulled his whole family to follow the benefactor to the dock, away from the hungry wolf staring at their back.

A group of people boarded the ship, and Rasburn, who was accompanied by a few Borneos, was a little nervous. However, after getting on the deck, he realized that his nervousness was just self-indulgence.

Only half of the men and women standing on the splints were Velantans, the rest were Borneos.

Looking at their smiles after the disaster, it doesn't look like they are escaping, but rather like they are having a party to celebrate their victory.

Good guy.

Now it seems that even the explanation is unnecessary...

Ross suddenly realized that his situation was too small and he had forgotten that people are also wealth, even the greatest wealth.
To be continued...