The heavy rain that had just ended washed the blood stains remaining in the mud into the puddles on the street, and the fragrance of the mud carried a trace of blood that could not be dissipated.
However, people here seem to have become accustomed to death, so much so that the blood staining the streets seems to have been shed in vain.
In front of the gate that had been blasted open by 100mm artillery, there was a dark circle of poor people watching the excitement.
Among them were people living on the nearby streets, slaves who had just been rescued, and the Avengers First Corps militia standing guard at the gate of the camp.
At this moment, ten militiamen were standing in the center of the crowd.
Their arms were all tied with white gauze for identification, and their hands were tied behind their backs with plastic strips. However, the expressions on their faces were different, some were angry, some were indifferent, and some were expressionless.
It says dissatisfaction, or anxiety and hesitation that something bad is going to happen.
And not far from them, two corpses, a man and a woman, were lying.
The man looks to be in his early thirties, and the woman is about twenty-five or six, and they should be a couple. The former's abdomen was cut open with a bayonet, and the latter has a bloody hole on his forehead. Both of them have obvious bruises and scars.
, seemed to have suffered a lot before his death.
Next to the two corpses, two disheveled girls were wrapped in blankets that barely covered their bodies. They were sitting huddled in the mud and shivering. Their expressionless faces were covered with fear and dull tears, and
Mud-like stains.
The two of them seemed to have forgotten how to cry, and just made sounds every now and then, like fish stranded on the shore.
Looking at the disarmed militia patrol, the corpse lying on the ground and the two girls wrapped in blankets next to the corpse, Murderous Dagger, who had just come out of the camp gate, could guess what happened with his toes, but still
He looked at the four players standing next to the two girls and confirmed.
"what happened."
Shanhe Ruimeng took a step forward, put away the eyepiece of his helmet, glanced at the group of disarmed guys, and truthfully reported the situation at that time.
"...We were taking shelter from the rain near Blackwater Street when we suddenly heard a gunshot. When we came out, we saw those guys coming out of a house."
There is a complete record in the action video.
He didn't want to describe the situation too much, he could only say that these guys had done everything that the beasts couldn't do.
Judging from the expression on the player's face, he roughly guessed what happened. Murderous Dagger looked at the militiamen with white stripes tied on their arms.
Although I couldn't understand what these iron men were talking about, those militiamen could understand the murderous look in their eyes.
The leader immediately panicked and shouted, trying to defend himself.
"That man! He was the jailer at Camp Rowell! We found the Imperial rifle and the jailer's clothes in his house!"
"Can you prove that his gun and clothes were not picked up? And who allowed you to enter their house!" Murderous Dagger stared at him, "Even if he is a jailer, even if he has done something unforgivable,
What does it have to do with his family?”
Those people had obviously unconvinced expressions on their faces, and even looked at him with a hint of incomprehension.
The leader did not speak, and the man standing next to him took a step forward.
"We went in to take shelter from the rain! And... didn't you go in too? I saw them coming out of a private house!"
As he said that, the man turned to look at the four iron men who had disarmed them, with an indignant expression on his face.
The murderous dagger looked at Shanhe into Meng.
The latter's expression froze and he explained awkwardly.
"We did go in, but we really just went in to take shelter from the rain... And I paid the money so that the family could testify for us. No, if you don't believe it, I can turn on the action recorder. I had it on the whole time.
With."
Ling Chong's expression changed.
Damn it?
If this were left here, wouldn’t it mean that if he jumped into the Yellow River, he wouldn’t be able to wash it off?!
Fortunately, Brother Shadeng didn't do this. He just reached out and touched the VM twice, probably discussing with other players how to deal with it.
Seeing that things seemed to be getting interesting, more and more people gathered around to watch the fun, and they all pointed and talked in this direction.
There was an internal conflict between the "Iron Man" and the group of slaves carrying guns.
They are just curious about how this farce will end.
There seemed to be someone who knew the man lying on the ground. Several survivors living nearby were whispering excitedly to each other.
"Abshik seems to be the jailer of Camp Lowell. I've heard someone say it before. It seems he said it himself."
"How did I hear he was a shoe shine?"
"Come on, that guy is just a porter and a drunkard who likes to brag. Maybe he will become your Majesty's Guards tomorrow."
"He still has money to buy wine?!"
"Where did he get the money? Every day he squats on the dock to pick up the leftovers from the sailors. Last time I saw someone pissing a bottle for him. He picked it up and tasted it, but he drank it all.
Later, he told us that the wine of the Wilantes tasted strangely sweet."
"Ha ha!"
"It's a pity that his two daughters are in bad luck with their father, tsk tsk."
"My face looks pretty good, but it's a little dirty."
"After suffering such great grievance, I must need comfort, hehe."
At this time, horns sounded from behind the crowd, and a desert-colored wheeled off-road vehicle with a machine gun welded on the roof drove over.
The crowd moved out of the way.
The car door opened, Fang Chang jumped out of the car, ignored the crowd of onlookers, and walked straight in front of the murderous dagger.
"I already understand the situation, what about Lacy?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the man with a crew cut came over from the direction of the camp entrance, nodded respectfully and said.
"Sir, are you looking for me?"
His arm was wrapped with white gauze, and he carried a "Blade" assault rifle on his back. There was a scar on his cheek that had not yet scabbed, which seemed to have been left in yesterday's battle.
Fang Chang narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at him intently.
"My brother asked you to restrain your subordinates. Is this the result of your restraint?"
Lacy's expression was stunned. He glanced at the corpse on the ground, then at the guys with their hands tied behind their backs, and finally looked at Fang Chang.
"I heard they were killing Imperial soldiers."
"I heard that he was killed in his own home," Fang Chang sneered, "and their bayonets were on the waistbands of their trousers?"
Lacy was slightly startled.
Then, he walked up to the ten disarmed militiamen and pointed with his chin at the two corpses and the two girls wrapped in blankets on the ground beside them.
"What did you do?"
Those eyes were like the eyes of a wild beast, with no trace of emotion visible, and it was impossible to even figure out whether he was angry at the atrocities committed by his own men or sympathizing with the plight of the two poor girls.
Being stared at by those childish eyes that seemed to be able to suck away the soul, the captain's breathing quickened and he finally looked away.
"……I was wrong."
Lacy nodded, seeming to accept this statement, turned around and walked away for a few steps, but suddenly turned around and turned on the safety of the rifle.
The sudden change shocked everyone onlookers. Including the ten militiamen who were pointed at guns, they were all dumbfounded. For a moment, they even forgot to beg for mercy for themselves.
Lacy didn't even listen to their begging for mercy, and didn't even give them time to tell them their last words, so he pulled the trigger without hesitation.
Just hearing a sudden burst of gunfire, the ten militiamen with their hands tied were like balloons being popped, and they fell into a pool of blood in a burst of electric shock.
"ah!
"
Seeing the bloody scene, everyone onlookers screamed and backed away. The two girls who were slumped on the ground also stared at the other side as if they had lost their minds.
After emptying the rifle's magazine, Lacy dropped it on the ground, pulled out the pistol from his waist, stepped forward, and emptied the remaining magazine at the guy who hadn't yet died.
The scene was deathly silent.
Both the militiamen standing at the gate of the camp and the players standing aside were speechless looking at this mad dog-like guy.
Fang Chang narrowed his eyes slightly, not knowing what he was thinking. He neither stopped his behavior nor praised him for being right.
Murderous Dagger stared at Lacy with wide eyes, held his breath for a moment, then suddenly stepped forward and shouted at him.
"What the hell are you doing!"
"Calm down, brother, they did something bad and now they're dead."
After being forced back a few steps by the aggressive gaze, Lacy continued speaking with no fear on her face.
"If you are still not satisfied, I can pull out a Centurion guy with them and kill them."
Murderous Dagger's eyes widened.
"Are you crazy?!"
Lacy looked at the yelling guy in confusion. After being silent for a long time, a sentence suddenly popped out of his mouth.
"Isn't this enough?"
Murderous Dagger stared at this guy blankly, speechless for a moment.
In a sense, this guy solved the problem neatly, but it seemed like nothing was solved.
But it's just as he said.
Everyone was killed and their lives were lost.
Isn't it enough?
The few people who died were originally slaves and had been free men for at most one day. They had nothing to compensate except their lives.
"enough."
Fang Chang suddenly spoke to break the stiff atmosphere.
Walking up to Laci, he patted the mad dog on the shoulder, patted the tense face again, and smiled to ease the atmosphere.
"The killing was good, and it was indeed necessary to kill, but the way it was done was too sloppy. You have to set up a rule to tell your subordinates what they cannot do and what kind of punishment they will receive if they do it, instead of dragging it all out in the square, otherwise
It’s hard to convince the public.”
Lacy nodded respectfully.
"yes!"
That respectful and obedient look was so hard to find fault with. Fang Chang glanced at the corpse on the ground and spoke slowly.
"Take a few people and bury them."
Lacy nodded at the order, turned back, picked up the rifle and put it on his back, shouted at the top of his voice to several of his men, and carried the corpses away for burial.
The problem of being unconvincing doesn't seem to exist at all.
The soldiers were not dissatisfied with this leader because he killed one of their own. Instead, they looked at him with more awe and obedience.
None of this was beyond Fang Chang's expectations.
They who have just been released from the cage are not fully human beings themselves. Beasts who believe in the law of the jungle are naturally more inclined to follow the more ferocious one.
Looking at Fang Chang leaving Lacy, Murderous Dagger hesitated for a moment, and finally couldn't help but say.
"I think we should at least give those people a legal trial. This is actually a good opportunity to use them as propaganda——"
"Come on, everyone is dead, is there any point in interrogating those corpses? The one who deserves to be interrogated is still hanging on the guard tower."
After interrupting Murderous Dagger's words, Fang Chang squinted his eyes and glanced at the warden who was hanging on the sentry tower and being bitten by crows, and continued patiently.
"The things you mentioned are too advanced for them. They are still in a relatively primitive jungle society and don't need the things you mentioned yet. Don't forget that all the survivors in Qingquan City will be clean.
When did we waste time judging those predators before we put on our clothes? That was all after we were fed and clothed."
"At this stage, I have only one request for them. Just be obedient and listen to what we say. This is the only request. Even if their discipline is extremely bad, it will definitely be better than the one who can send 5% of the population to concentration camps.
The emperor is much better."
"As for the rest, don't be too anxious."
The atrocities committed by those militiamen were, on the one hand, the retaliatory rebound of the oppressed after their backs suddenly straightened, but more importantly, they were inevitable due to the vacuum of order.
The aftermath of this riot goes far beyond these few captured examples.
The rebels will be less concerned about the alliance, and the thugs who picked up weapons from the defeated soldiers will only become more cruel and unscrupulous.
There are countless tragedies happening in that dark alley right now.
To fundamentally solve this problem, a new local order must be established to replace the old order when Nihak was the governor.
He is actually doing this right now.
Chief Bihari is leading his henchmen to take over the city's police force, and the training of the militia is also proceeding in an orderly manner.
What they did wasn't great, but it was enough.
When the new order is established, they only need to let the local survivors have enough to eat, have clothes to wear, and have houses to live in... If they can live with a little more dignity than during the Nihak period, this new order will naturally be established in the local area.
Gain enough legitimacy in people's minds to maintain their rule.
This is actually not very difficult.
A certain crooked emperor left them a large sum of money that they could use to do just that.
It would have been a bit unkind to move all that money back home.
After deducting the compensation, "borrowing" it in the name of Baiyue Company and investing it in local people will not only earn a good reputation for the alliance and French Fries Port, but also make another profit from it.
"What about them? How to deal with them?" Murderous Dagger glanced at the two girls slumped on the ground, and then looked at Fang Chang.
No matter how many solutions there are to those macro problems, they still need to solve the immediate problem.
At least he thinks it needs to be addressed.
Pairs of eyes around him were watching.
Fang Chang was silent for a long time and sighed.
"Give them two boat tickets..."
Perhaps the survivors of Chip Harbor can help them start a new life, just like the survivors of the homeless home.
Apart from giving them a financial compensation and sending them away from this land of right and wrong, he couldn't think of a better way for the time being...
…
As the body at the entrance of Camp Lowell and the two poor victims were taken away, the survivors who gathered around the entrance to watch the excitement dispersed one after another with great joy.
Although the attitude of the "white gauze people" towards the "iron people" was a bit boring to everyone, in the end they were still happy to see the popularity.
That guy named Lacy is a ruthless person, he kills his own people without blinking an eye, just like killing a chicken, they all come out clean.
Those young men who were killed were really miserable. It was not a big deal at first. They could only pay for two pigs, but they accidentally hit the muzzle of the gun.
besides--
It turns out that a person who is shot in the body will not die immediately, but will flop in the blood for a while like a fish before dying.
Everyone was very happy, and it was worth watching the excitement for so long.
As for the two girls wrapped in blankets, their fate is equally concerning.
Some people said that they were attracted by the iron men, otherwise the iron men would have no reason to take them away and just let them go home on their own.
Some people also say that they will be dealt with secretly. After all, the white gauze people have sold the iron people such a huge favor, and the iron people have to give some rewards in return.
Everyone is racking their brains and using their own methods to try to explain the strange and incomprehensible things.
At least they tried their best.
Watching the commotion outside the window subside, Han Mingyue opened the car door and walked out. She just glanced at the blood on the ground and continued to walk towards the entrance of the camp indifferently.
Fang Chang, who was waiting there, looked at her twice more in surprise.
"Aren't you afraid?"
In his impression, except for the group of "blackened" disciples of the Enlightenment Society, most of the blue coats in the wasteland have extraordinary moral obsessiveness.
He was even prepared to be complained by the NPC, but what he expected didn't happen at all.
Instead, he became the one making the fuss.
"Do you think the desert is a peaceful place?" Han Mingyue joked nonchalantly, "Besides, I am studying this place, so I don't know what the conditions of the survivors here are like."
It seems so.
Fang Chang understood in an instant.
This guy looks at the people here just like Hea looks at Xiaoyu.
After walking into Camp Lowell, Ms. Han glanced around, her eyes shining with interest.
"It really is here..." she muttered.
"here?"
Fang Chang glanced around.
Apart from the stacks of pigeon cages and rows of open iron gates, there was nothing special about it.
However, Ms. Han's view is obviously different.
After taking a photo of the surrounding layout, she continued with a rather emotional expression.
"...According to the information I collected in the desert, this place was once a scientific research station. During the three-year war, a battalion-level combat unit affiliated with the People's Alliance Army escorted a large number of refugees from the southern industrial zone to the
Here, order was maintained for a long time in the early days of the Wasteland Era."
Fang Chang suddenly became curious about the strange place.
"Is Rowell the name of the battalion commander? Or is it the name of the scientific research station?"
Han Mingyue said.
"It belongs to the battalion commander. His name is 'General Rowell'. I found some dissatisfaction and accusations against him by the survivors in the cache data of a signal repeater, including even asking the People's Federation authorities to
It was replaced. Until the end of the three-year war, similar complaints and messages continued, but they seemed to be of no use."
"According to the signature of the time information in the server, the last message was sent by General Rowell himself. It seems that he intended to report to the Post-War Reconstruction Committee or to defend himself. Unfortunately, the Post-War Reconstruction Committee did not accept the request.
When I heard this news, I was unable to take care of the survivors in the distant Borneo province."
"In that message, General Rowell mentioned that in addition to the necessary coercive measures for survival, he took some special measures to feed the local survivors, including forcing researchers to study how to make
The soil became edible, including forcing some survivors to serve as guinea pigs."
"But what is surprising is that his scientific researchers actually used the equipment of the scientific research station to synthesize a single-cell organism that can degrade biomass residues. After being treated by this microorganism, the soil will appear reddish brown and only needs
Simply strain and serve."
"Unfortunately, the project was only halfway through when a riot broke out at Camp Lowell. The survivors of the rebellion buried General Rowell, his researchers and their research results north of Camp Lowell, near
On the wasteland of Yongliu River... it should have been a piece of frozen soil at that time. They spent a lot of effort to dig a big enough hole. If my guess is correct, there should be a piece of red land to the north of Golden Gallen Port.
"
Fang Chang asked in confusion.
"Why would those survivors turn against him?"
Looking at the pieces of mud cakes spread out to dry on the stone slabs in the open space not far away, Han Mingyue said casually.
"Substances will not be created out of thin air. They will only flow from one cycle to the next. You might as well guess where the organic matter that synthesizes 'red soil' comes from?"
Without waiting for Fang Chang to guess, she continued.
"People need to constantly fill the red soil with organic remains such as corpses and feces. Only in this way can the red soil continue to 'grow out', or they can only wait for them to grow slowly."
"From the perspective of carbon sequestration, this is actually not more efficient than farming. The only advantage is that it saves trouble. General Rowell did not fundamentally solve the problem. He probably read some books from the old era and then
With a simple wish, he did something he thought was a good thing, but in the end he was praised by the first generation survivors who had not gone crazy yet."
Good guy.
The soil where the body is buried?!
The square Adam's apple moved, and my stomach was churning just listening to it.
However, this researcher acted as if nothing was wrong, and even raised a meaningful smile at the corner of his mouth.
"...But the irony is that although General Rowell seems to be an ambitious fool and a bit self-willed now, the descendants of those survivors are obviously more stupid than him, and have thrown away the reserve of civilized people. His
The whimsical method matched a group of stupider guys, which actually made their lives enjoyable."
"In your opinion, is there any better way?" Fang Chang was a little curious about what good ideas sociologists could come up with.
Han Mingyue said with a slight smile.
"I think your method is very good. Your manager is a very good person. He does the right things at the right time and doesn't think about reaching the end in one step... As for specific ideas, my research is more theoretical.
I can only give you some suggestions, but I can’t give you a direct solution.”
After a pause, she glanced around and continued.
"I have to stay here for a few days. Although most of the original buildings have been demolished, I should still be able to find some useful clues... Can you guarantee my safety?"
Fang Chang suggested friendlyly.
"I suggest you live in the port. The area we actually control is there. This area may become a frontline at any time."
Han Mingyue nodded simply.
"Okay, I'll listen to you."
…
The day after the Dolphin sent the second wave of supplies and researchers from the scientific expedition team to Friesport, Duke Galawa, who was far away in the First Hospital of Dawn City, finally woke up from his bed.
Before he could fully open his eyes, the exclamation full of eager anticipation rushed to the edge of the bed with a "plop".
"Sir! Are you awake?"
The memories before fainting came flooding in. Duke Galava looked at the servant Niyan who was kneeling by the window, stretched out his trembling hand and grabbed his arm.
"gold……"
He was like a drowning parrot trying to get the words out of his throat.
Niyang immediately understood the expression on his face and said quickly.
"Don't worry, Sir! I have asked someone to deliver a message to Your Majesty about the Golden Gallon Port! As expected, they have now arrived at Silver Moon Bay. Using the radio there, we can contact the scouts on the east coast of Borneo Province. At the latest
Your Majesty will know the situation here tomorrow!"
Duke Galava breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this.
The city defense force in Golden Gallen Harbor is really useless, but the empire's army is more than just a city defense force. Those wine bags and rice bags are not even cannon fodder.
As long as His Majesty is informed of this matter and the Gray Wolf Army stationed on the banks of the Yongliu River is dispatched, the Alliance people can be driven into the sea in minutes.
He admitted that he made a mistake this time and was caught off guard by the alliance. He suffered a heavy loss both on the map and morally.
But that's okay.
As long as they can recapture Golden Gallen Port, they will have the initiative in ceasefire negotiations, and everything will be easy to negotiate by then.
With a relieved smile on his face, Duke Galava nodded slowly and released his grip on Niyang's arm.
"Well done...at critical moments, you can still be relied upon."
It's a pity that his status is lower.
Otherwise, he had never thought of reusing this bright-minded guy, such as giving him a job with real power or something.
Niyang smiled shyly and said in a flattering manner.
"They are all well educated by the Duke."
Galavan nodded slowly, then looked at the white ceiling. He was silent for a long time, and then slowly spoke after a while.
"here it is?"
Niyang said hurriedly.
"Shuguang City First Hospital, this is the best hospital nearby."
Seeing Niyang stop talking, Bablu, who was standing aside, finally waited for the opportunity to interrupt and added angrily.
"The doctors here said that there is something wrong with your heart. If you want to cure it, it is recommended that you replace it with a bionic heart. For this purpose, they have provided two sets of quality plans, one from Jushi Military Industry and the other from Ideal City——"
In fact, there is a third set, implanted with biological prostheses.
However, that plan was too forward-looking. It seemed that only residents of Vault 404 or those infected with mutant slime mold could be vaccinated, so the doctor just mentioned it.
However, before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by a scolding.
"shut up!"
Staring at this guy with wide eyes, Niyang said aggressively, "You want people from the Alliance to disembowel the Duke?! What are your intentions!"
Bablu opened his mouth wide and looked at Niyang in confusion.
He didn't have any bad intentions, he was just doing his duty as a servant and honestly relayed the doctor's exact words.
However, Naihe was stupid, and when he was anxious, he panicked even more. He hesitated for a long time and couldn't say a word. His head was sweating, which made him look suspicious.
Duke Galava, who was lying in bed, unconsciously twitched the corners of his mouth.
He was a little excited to hear that it could cure an old heart problem, and it was not short of money anyway. But when he heard that it was going to cause a heart attack, he suddenly became afraid.
That's going under the knife on your body, no joke.
Who knows if the alliance's doctors will take the opportunity to do something to him.
If Chu Guang's look hinted, the doctor here would stab his aorta with understanding, and there would be no room for reasoning!
Understanding the concern on Duke Galava's face, Niyang approached him thoughtfully and whispered in his ear.
"...Sir, I'm worried that the Alliance will take the opportunity to do something with your heart. Your illness will be fine as long as you pay attention to conditioning and take medicine on time. But if someone from the Alliance takes control of your heart, when will it not listen?" It’s hard to tell how to use it.”
"Oh, I've expected it a long time ago... How could I fall for such a lame trick with these insidious and cunning guys?"
With a secret thought in his heart, Duke Galava glared at Bablu who was standing by the side, then looked at Niyang, and continued calmly.
"Did anything happen during the past few days when I was away?"
"No adults yet. Foreign Minister Cheng came to visit you once, but you were not awake at the time. He stayed for a while and then left."
When he said this, Niyang suddenly remembered something.
"By the way, I bought the newspaper you asked me to buy for you!"
After saying that, he grabbed the neatly folded copy of "Goblin Observer" on the bedside table and diligently handed it to Duke Galava.
This is the version from a few days ago.
Originally Duke Galava's complexion had recovered a little, but as soon as he met the exaggerated title, his sallow face instantly turned red.
"Di Rang, Commander-in-Chief of the Gray Wolf Army of the Xilan Empire: I'm crying, I just touched you, and you chased me for two thousand kilometers?!"
[…The Burning Legion landed at Golden Gallen Port. In just one morning, the city defense troops were beaten to the point of scurrying, and both the port area and the Governor’s Palace fell.]
These bastards...
It’s so deceiving!
Jarava felt his eyes darken, the world was spinning, his shoulders fell backwards without strength, and the back of his head sank into the pillow shortly after he left it.
When Bablu and other wolf guards saw it, they hurriedly stepped forward and snatched the newspaper out of his clutching hands.
"My lord! My lord!"
"Quick, quick artificial respiration!"
"Are you a pig? We are in the hospital! Go and call the doctor!" Niyang pushed away Bablu who was approaching him for artificial respiration and shouted at him.
The latter ran out of the door in a panic, and without thinking about who made the Duke faint, he shouted loudly towards the corridor.
"doctor!
!”
At the same time as the doctor hurried towards the ward, a roar also rang out in the majestic hall of the royal palace in Tiandu on the west coast of Borneo.
"Asshole!"
He slammed the telegram in his hand at the steps of the palace. Wu Tuo's face was burning with murderous rage, and his beard twitched under his breath.
The boundless power of God pressed down on the shoulders of the ministers, and they all crouched and trembled, not daring to make any sound.
The content in the telegram is the original copy of the "Goblin Observer", which details what happened in Golden Gallen Harbor a few days ago.
However, what made Wu Tuo angry was that the alliance troops landed at Jingallan Port a few days ago, but he, the emperor, only knew about it now!
If his mission hadn't been in Shuguang City and rushed to deliver this newspaper, he, the emperor, would still be kept in the dark!
Wu Tuo's heart was like a knife, and his teeth almost bled.
Governor Nihak is his confidant, earning him hundreds of millions of dinars in foreign exchange every year, but now he has become a prisoner of the alliance.
not only that.
The hundreds of millions of dinars he had deposited in the bank in Golden Gallen Port have now fallen into the hands of that group of robbers!
very good!
Wu Tuo gritted his teeth loudly.
He originally only planned to teach those people a lesson, but he didn't expect that these guys were so bold and dared to put their ideas in his pocket.
Clenching his trembling fists, Wu Tuo roared angrily at the ministers prostrate at the foot of the steps.
"Send my order!"
"Starting immediately, the entire Gray Wolf Army will march to Golden Gallen Port!"
"Tell General Alaya that I don't care what methods he uses! No matter how much it costs! I want those sword flags to be planted on the roof of the Governor's Palace again!"