Chapter 768 If you want the grass to grow well, you must first set it on fire
Office of the Governor of Port Kingallen.
One person was sitting on a chair with a straight face, and the other person was pacing back and forth in the office with an anxious look.
There were two cups of tea on the low table, one was still hot and the other was cold and untouched.
Lacy looked at Jodu who was holding his chin in deep thought and didn't reply, and couldn't help but cursed.
"...Can you fucking stop going around? If you don't feel dizzy, I feel dizzy just looking at it."
Jodu glanced at this guy, then looked out the window, sighed heavily and shook his head.
Seeing that this guy wanted to say something but didn't say anything, Lacy's brow twitched fiercely.
"If you have something to say, just say it."
Jodu finally spoke.
"General, does he know why Mr. Fang Chang transferred you from the front line to the rear?"
Lacy picked up the tea cup and blew on it, and responded with a neither salty nor bland sound.
"Know."
Jodu's eyebrows twitched hard, and he continued to ask while holding back his temper.
"Then why are you so impatient?"
"Impatient? Haha, the empire killed my compatriots and slaughtered my relatives, you ask me why I am so impatient?" Lacy raised his eyebrows, but his eyes narrowed to a slit, and two eyes were shot at him, "I spend every day here.
I don’t know how many families were destroyed in one day!”
"I will never forget what happened in Camp Lowell, and that was just a speck of ash on these four million square kilometers of land! A piece of grass! I tell you, I wish I could go to heaven and chop up that old emperor right now
My whole family! Tear down a thousand pillars in the City of Thousand Pillars!"
Jodu wanted to say something else, but Lacy interrupted him.
"You are a member of the Snake Clan, and your compatriots died on the Shifeng Mountains. You have read the survivors' daily reports. You can't even call them cannon fodder in such a way of death. But that idiot Wu Tuo not only did not reflect on
, I was overjoyed, and planned to continue sending people to that hellish place to die. Before you advise me, you might as well think about your compatriots——"
His chest rose and fell, and his face, which was written with sophistication, smoothness, and forbearance, showed a rare hint of loss of control.
A pair of eyes stared at Lacy, and he wanted to go up and grab the guy's collar, but he held back.
"I'm really worried about you! You're such a short-lived ghost. You don't know what's going on in the north. It's true that those idiots are your compatriots, but those guys are not even as good as the feudal lord's army. You go
What's the difference between going there and dying?"
There was a hint of surprise on Laci's face, but she didn't feel offended at all. She just didn't expect that this guy who was usually so quiet could have such a straightforward side, so he burst into laughter.
"What a joke! A tortoise with a shrunken head can live a long life, so why am I a tortoise? You laugh at my short life, and I laugh at you for living a long life. Hey, I'm going to treat this short-lived ghost today!"
Jodu didn't know whether to laugh or cry. When he saw that he was about to leave after drinking the tea, he went up to him and poured half a cup of tea for him before stopping him.
"My general, my ancestor, please consider the actual situation——"
Lacy pouted: "What's going on in the north that I don't know better than you? Don't forget that the battle report is sent to my office first! I'm thinking about it with the first-hand battle report, but it's not as much as you who read the second-hand battle report? You're a bunch of pigs.
Damn it, the more I look at it, the angrier it becomes, so angry that I drink bottle after bottle!"
As he spoke, he seemed to remember those battle reports again, and suddenly started gritting his teeth.
Jodu sighed.
"But what will happen if you leave, General?"
Lacy said without hesitation.
"The Resistance Army is incompetent, but I am not incompetent! I, the Yue Clan, are even less incompetent!"
Jodu couldn't help but said again.
"What if we lose?"
Lacy said calmly.
"It's just death."
The room became quiet.
Jodu looked at him blankly, thinking that the short-lived ghost just mentioned was a joke, but he didn't think he meant it.
This guy really put his life on the line...
His Adam's apple moved, and he silently picked up his tea cup and saluted the general.
"I didn't expect you to be so aware. I'm disrespectful."
"Don't worry, you're sending me on my way. I'm not dead yet." Laxi clinked glasses with him and said with a grin, "But even if I die, it's better for me to take them to death."
Such a half-dead coward did not bring down the emperor in the end, but chilled the hearts of the young people in Borneo. I am really unhappy!"
While the two were talking, footsteps were heard outside the office door, and a young man opened the door and walked in.
"Mr. Jodu, telegram from Dawn City."
"What did the telegram say?" Before Jodu could speak, Lacy had already stood up and asked.
The young man glanced at Jodu cautiously, and when the latter nodded, he continued.
"Mr. Fang Chang said...it's accurate."
Lacy had an expression of ecstasy on her face, laughed a few times, and raised her hand towards Jodu.
"Farewell!"
After saying that, he walked out of the door with steps like wind, without stopping for a moment, leaving only Jodu and the young man behind.
After glancing at the direction Lacy left, the young man glanced at Jodu again, and asked hesitantly after a moment.
"Mr. Yodu...is this really okay?"
He is from the Ma tribe. Although he was not a noble before working as a civil servant in the city hall, he was also a person who helped the nobles, so his family was quite wealthy.
For people like Lacy, his mood can be said to be both admiration and fear, with a hint of disgust.
I admire him because the old aristocrats and gentlemen are afraid of this guy. Naturally, they are also afraid because this guy is really not a good guy, and he is moody and cruel.
As for the dislike, it's probably also a bit jealous.
He led the locals to build railways and subways, and renovated the city hall in Gaocheng District. However, the majority of middle- and lower-class civilians admired Lacy more for being ruthless and even killing his own people.
Compared to Jodu, Lacy's prestige among the people of Kingallen Port is much higher.
If it weren't for the fact that he has no interest in being the mayor, it would be difficult for the respected Mr. Jodu to compete with that guy...if he didn't resort to tricks.
"Maybe Mr. Fang Chang has his own judgment." Yodu was silent for a long time and sighed softly.
Having been the "acting mayor" for such a long time, he has felt the difficulty of Mr. Fang Chang to some extent.
Most of the time, what he has to do is not to choose the best of two reliable options, but to choose the lesser of two evils from two unreliable options.
Should you extinguish the fire that finally ignited, or let the fire burn and see what can be burned...
He felt that if he were in Mr. Fang Chang's position, he might make the same choice.
In fact, that guy is not that bad. A guy who makes it clear that he wants to be an emperor and a warlord is better than Chalas from the Northern Federation who shouts freedom but becomes the emperor and calls himself the president.
The former can be improved for the time being. At least the young people in Borneo do not yet think that equality is a scourge. It does not matter what Lashi thinks. But the latter is difficult. Right and wrong will be reversed, and there is only one scene.
It takes a vigorous war or a fire that burns to the extreme to start over again.
As a reformist, he actually doesn't dislike people like Lacy very much. If you want to rank them, this kind of people are always more likable than the royalists, although he can't appreciate them.
"Let's take it one step at a time." Jodu shook his head, returned to his desk, and continued to review the new textbook plan sent by the Educators Association...
On the other side, Lacy, who was leaving the city hall, stopped at the door of the city hall.
He suddenly turned back and looked at the King Gallen flag and the Union flag flying in the square in front of the city hall, then took off the officer's hat on his head and placed it on the flag stand with the flagpole standing there.
"You said you're not allowed to kneel, so I won't kneel today."
"On that day, all the survivors in our province of Borneo bowed and made fists instead of kneeling. If anyone dares to kneel again, it doesn't matter who kneels on me or who else, I will saw off his grandma's legs first!"
After saying that, he bowed three times, straightened his back, turned around and left.
On the same day, Kingallen Port City Hall accepted the resignation submitted by Lacy, director of the Civil Defense Office.
Also resigning were 100 officers and soldiers of the militia.
It is said that Lacy returned to the military camp that day and gave a speech, and the number of people who submitted their resignations more than doubled.
For these resignations, the Golden Gallen Port authorities also approved them one by one under the instructions of the Secretary to the Governor.
The young men returned the military caps, uniforms and epaulettes issued to them by the authorities, as well as the guns on their shoulders.
From today on, they are no longer the formidable militia, they are just ordinary residents of Golden Gallen Harbor.
However, when they walked out of the military camp, they were cheered by the survivors in the entire city of Golden Gallen Harbor.
People gathered in the streets, throwing flowers to them, handing them fruits, and hugging them, as if they were seeing off a group of heroes on an expedition.
When everyone was complaining about the empire's shamelessness, this group of young guys stood up.
Their births were not glorious, their resumes were not heroic, and their ancestors did not have great military exploits, but everyone could see the courage and determination in their eyes that looked at death as if they were home.
The young men walking in the crowd also raised their heads and held their chests high, looking at the people presenting flowers to them, with pride in their eyes.
This is the only time in your life that you will die without any regrets!
Many of them remember them.
Something similar happened once, on the day the Empire was defeated.
It's just that those flowers were sent to the Alliance people, not to them who also shed blood.
They were not jealous that the Alliance had robbed them of their glory. After all, they knew that it was impossible to defeat the Empire on their own, and their performance was indeed not as good as those guys. Hundreds of people chased tens of thousands of rats into the river.
Jump inside.
However, even if the residents of Kingallen Harbor take their admiration for the Alliance as a matter of course, there is still some envy in their hearts.
Why don’t they long for recognition from their fellow citizens?
Why not look forward to those people who have united!
Especially after they learned about everything that happened in Dawn City, Auroville City, Boulder City, etc. through those books and newspapers that traveled across the ocean, the light of longing amplified to the point that it turned into a new belief.
.
Miracles are not something you are born with, nor are they something you should have for granted.
The awakening of the residents of Kingallen Harbor began with the "Daily Survivor", and the seeds of their awakening were planted from the moment they fought side by side with those people.
Someone has to take the first step!
Now it's their turn to walk the same path those people once walked!
While the young men were walking forward with their heads held high, Palu, who was transferred from the Port District Police Station to the scene to maintain order, was looking for the leather shoes that had been stepped on.
He spent half a month's salary to buy it, which cost him more than 900 gallons.
Finally finding it in the corner of the crowd, he jumped towards it overjoyed, held it in his arms and let out a long breath.
"Thank you, God of Horses, for blessing me!"
Muttering silently, he hurriedly put on his shoes and walked back to the crowd with his head held high.
He turned his hands left and right to read the instructions, and scolded a few children who were joining in the fun. When it got dark and the crowd dispersed, he wiped his sweat with great strength and walked to the lounge of the nearby security bureau to rest.
A foot.
All the young men in the security bureau were talking about the empire angrily, cursing Wutuo for not treating the Rat Tribe as human beings and ordinary people in the empire as human beings.
"Of course it's good to join the sticky community! But can't we change it in another way? Mr. Manager doesn't force everyone to tie their heads to their belts to support the cause of all mankind. Can't we change it in another way?
"
"That's right! You can obviously use the pension from the Nian Community to buy some industrial equipment, and then take some orders from the Nian Community, but this stupid witch has to pay for it with human life!"
“I don’t know where the money was spent!”
"Hey, I hope those boys can win..."
"Many stalls in the Kelaba market have donation points. The owners of dye houses and textile factories are calling for donations. I also went to donate some yesterday."
"Is it reliable?"
"Why is it so unreliable? The boss of the Assassin Group donated one million silver coins himself! Are those big business people thinking about your little money?"
"Hiss...this money is enough to buy a tank!"
Scolding the Empire has become a fashion in Kingallen Port, and everyone is scolding it. Even Palu, who originally missed Nihak, no longer likes that outdated thing recently, and occasionally joins in to scold it.
But when it came to the young men who caused traffic jams and gave him a lot of trouble, he couldn't be happy.
Can't they just sneak away at night without making a sound?
Especially those unlucky ones, who almost lost one of his new leather shoes.
But sitting here, he didn't dare to speak out in public, so he just hummed in a low voice.
"Haha, let alone that kind of thing, even giving them power armor is useless... If you follow that drunkard Lacy, you're afraid that all your blood will be wasted."
Basak, who happened to be sitting on the edge of the crowd, heard this complaint. He looked at his colleagues in surprise and said in disbelief, "How can you say that to them?"
He is indifferent to things outside of work, but at least he doesn't dislike those guys who dare to take the lead.
If they really succeed, it will be beneficial, at least there will be fewer innocent souls drowned in the Eternal River.
Seeing someone talking to him, Palu said with a contemptuous smile.
"Do I need to say this? How can that Lacy succeed? A guy who was born as a slave is nothing without the alliance. He still thinks that those people are afraid of him?"
As if he felt that just saying this was unconvincing, he hurriedly added another sentence for fear of missing something.
"And the most important thing is that he has no thoughts."
Basak couldn't laugh or cry.
"Then, what is that thing...are we talking about the same thing?"
He thought the old man would say that those young men didn't bring guns with them when they went out.
Seeing that this boy was indeed young, Palu chuckled and raised the corners of his mouth as he spoke with family treasures.
"Gods are just imaginary shackles, thoughts are the sharp swords that cut off the shackles! It is better to rely on yourself than to rely on the sky and the earth. To get rich, you must rely on your hands and brains. To respect others is to respect yourself... I'm afraid you have never watched Survivor
Daily newspaper, if you don’t even know something as important as thinking, how can you be a guard? The young man’s style is very problematic!”
Bashak looked at him blankly. He really couldn't remember so much written in the newspaper. He only remembered that the guy from the alliance told him that the rat tribe people could also be guards. If they were illiterate, they could learn slowly.
Facing the old man's reprimand, he felt his face burning with heat, and for a moment he reflected on whether he really respected equality in his daily work and in dealing with others.
"Then...do you have that thing?"
Basak asked this out of guilt, wanting to ask for advice.
But after Palu heard it, the old man who was so proud a second ago jumped up as if his tail had been stepped on.
"How dare you say that I don't have it, you sly-looking guy! Of course I do! When the alliance first came ashore, I knew that those guys who united everyone would definitely win!"
"Besides, if I hadn't turned a blind eye and let them go ashore, they wouldn't have won so easily. How about you wonder why I work as a guard in the port area, and you are only qualified to work as a sidekick on Knights Road? Mao?
A tall guy is short-sighted, how can you, a hairless guy, be so short-sighted!"
Basak stared blankly at the excited old man and took a step back, with some pity but also some fear in his eyes.
What he was afraid of was not that the old guy had really opened his mouth and ruined the lives of those young men. After all, gods did not exist, but that he suddenly thought that there were all such guys on the other side of the river.
They were very much like Mr. Rat’s preface to General Rowell’s biography, and this time L’s were thinking about what the alliance had brought, just like when they were thinking about the thousand dinars given by the Wilantes.
good……
It is not difficult to kill the emperor.
But these people are immortal...
…
Dusk gradually falls, the night gradually deepens, the Yongliu River is quiet and peaceful, and the reeds are green and green.
This is an undeveloped wasteland to the northwest of Kingallen Harbor.
This place was originally called Lucao Slope, but now it is called Dead Man Slope by the locals because all the ghosts buried under the reeds are drowned ghosts.
The residents who left the settlement saw him off all the way here and stopped going any further.
Lassi and his followers will board the boat at the ferry by the river, cover themselves as members of the Assassin Gang, and pass through territory controlled by the Tiger Army.
When someone gets on the boat, someone gets off.
Looking at the poor people who were grateful to the boatman for rebuilding their bodies, as well as the corpses hidden in the reeds, Lacy, who stood on the bow of the barge, had a look of disdain in his eyes.
He turned his back to his subordinates and said in a neither serious nor serious voice.
"...Have you seen those fleeing people on the Everflowing River?"
"They are like dogs that have fallen into the water, begging for nothing and crawling to the shore, as if they can live a human life by climbing on the shore... What a coward. If a good person doesn't do that, he insists on being a dog.
"
Everyone was silent.
Although they support Lacy and are not even opposed to him sitting on the throne, it does not mean that they agree with everything he has.
Except for the officers who were his confidants who initially submitted their resignations with him, many people followed him with passion.
There are many people who sympathize with these illegal immigrants and come forward for the reason of helping them at their root cause.
Seeing no one responded, Lacy snorted coldly, but then changed the subject.
"But let me tell you, it's shameful to be a dog, but who turned them into dogs!"
"Are they their parents?"
"Is he from here?"
"Is it you?"
"Or Alliance? Legion? Ideal City?"
"None of them! It's that witch camel, his prime minister, his ministers, and the thousands of slave-holding manors and farmers sitting in the manor! It's these people who eat people without spitting out their bones.
The gadget turns people into dogs and distorts the relationship between people into dogs and dogs!”
"Today you follow me upstream, not only to save the Yue people, but also to save the thousands of slaves! If I are crowned emperor in the future, whether you believe in me or not, I will never let Xi Lan
People will be like pigs and dogs again!”
…
A week has passed since Lacy resigned, and the commotion caused by those young men has also been boiling in Kingallen Port for a week.
The entire settlement praised Lacy and the young men, even the old nobles who were most afraid of the plague god in the past.
Port area.
The breakfast shop not far from the entrance of the Triumph Hotel has the same facade decoration as Dawn City. Occasionally, people wearing blue coats come here to eat, so this breakfast shop is also very popular with locals.
Two well-dressed men sat at the table, ordered three soup dumplings, ate them with ginger vinegar, and pointed at the newly released "Daily Survivor".
"Red Soil" has just finished writing L's story, and finally got to the point, but it doesn't talk about General Lowell, nor does it talk about the red soil. Instead, it uses the diary written by a madman as an introduction, and details the eating of soil mentioned in the prologue.
Got up.
Everyone who read the article broke out in a cold sweat.
The dirt chewed in the mouth is like delicious meat, and the bloody mud cakes are like human heart and liver.
The protagonist is a madman, and the madman's diary is naturally full of nonsense, but what Mr. Rat wrote seems to be true, which makes people wonder whether his mental state is normal, but when he thinks about it more, he also doubts himself, even that mouthful
The soup dumplings inside are no longer fragrant.
After a shiver, the two quickly changed the subject and chatted hurriedly about the "Union" that had been bustling in the city recently.
That was the name given to Lacy and the young men who followed him out of the city to fight to overthrow the empire by the young people of Golden Gallen Port. It was also the name they had placed on those people.
At first it was just a name, but later some radical young men registered the organization and registered a custodial account in Kingalen's bank in accordance with the regulations, and actively raised funds for those people. Now it has the feeling of a group and faction.
Although Lacy, who is still on the road, may not recognize this "posthumous" status, but presumably he will not refuse the equipment and money delivered to his door.
"I'm afraid that Lacy has bad intentions. I can tell at a glance that he wants to be the emperor."
"Oh, only you can see it?"
"Don't you think this is nonsense?"
"I looked through the old books sent by the Alliance and found that the history of the People's Federation actually also included constitutional monarchy."
The Niu tribesman sitting across from him widened his eyes.
"What are you doing that shameful thing? The Federation of People's Federation has been buried in the garbage dump of history! You still dig food from the garbage in the garbage dump!"
The horse man eating the soup dumplings gave him a helpless expression.
"But no matter how bad it is, can it be worse than Wutuo?"
The Niu people stopped talking.
That's true...
Who can be more embarrassing than Xi Lan.
Even he has half royal blood, and he also has a title given by the empire.
He usually doesn't even like to talk about those things to others, for fear of being looked down upon.
In the corner of the breakfast shop, a rather mature young man was sitting there quietly reading the newspaper.
Several ordinary-looking but powerful guys were sitting around him eating noodles casually. Whenever anyone tried to come closer, they would dissuade them with their eyes.
Except for the guy who came to refill the tea.
Looking at the newspaper held in the guest's hand, Zayin De said in a very soft voice.
"The news on your page is talking about Youtiao Port. They plan to renovate the port and need more steel, cement, and workers."
Asin raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at the interesting waiter and smiled.
"Can you tell I can't read?"
Zayinde nodded slightly and said in a gentle tone.
"You are very enthusiastic about knowledge, but beef noodles are best eaten while they are hot. The soup will soak into the noodles and become lumpy."
Asin smiled faintly.
"You're an interesting guy. With such a culture of reading and reading newspapers, why don't you go to teach and come here to serve tea and water?"
This man looked familiar, as if he had met him at the Triumph Hotel, but he was probably fired for some reason.
He could think of the reason, and he probably talked too much while the guests were eating.
This is not a good habit.
So he met himself, a grassroots man who came from the bottom, and was not as knowledgeable as him. In addition, this was the territory of the alliance, so he had to act like a good gentleman.
If it were a guy with less ambition, I would definitely have to argue with him.
Of course, it doesn't rule out that this brother got together because he knew he wouldn't have the same experience as him.
Hearing the frivolity in the voice, Zayinde smiled carelessly.
"Teaching can't change the empire. If I teach one person or teach ten people, nothing can be changed."
As if he heard something funny, Asin laughed out loud and put down the newspaper in his hand.
"You are an interesting guy. I praised you for being educated, but you stuck a green onion up your nose. Then tell me, being a waiter... how can you change the empire?"
Not only did Asin laugh out loud, but the gang members sitting nearby also laughed.
Except for Kunal who is stupid.
He didn't find it funny, but simply curled his lips in disdain.
These days, everyone is talking about rebellion. Even the waiter at the breakfast bar is daydreaming about the blue sky.
The owner of the noodle shop winked wildly in this direction, almost crying, and tried to push Zayin De away from the plague god.
This brother is the leader of the Assassin Gang!
Who in this port doesn't know what kind of business he is doing?
If it makes him unhappy, I'm afraid someone will have to fish it out from the Yongliu River.
However, Zayinder seemed not to see it.
He didn't care about the job he was doing, just like he never cared about the job at the Triumph Hotel.
He came here to work just to wait for the attention of a noble man, and now he has waited.
As for whether he can succeed or not, that depends on God's will. Anyway, this is not the first time he has failed.
With a faint smile, Zayin De continued.
"Being a waiter can't change the empire, but it can help me save money for traveling expenses."
When he heard that he was a "Tao Ren'er" who saved up money to buy a boat ticket, Asin looked down upon him even more, but he didn't show it on his face. He just picked up the kuaizi and ate the noodles.
"... Chip Port, hehe, it's a good place, but it only welcomes guys who work hard. I advise you to change your habit of being high-minded and low-handed, and work slowly and slowly. It's not like the people of Golden Gallon Port at all.
, I’m afraid even the waiter in the noodle shop can’t do it well.”
He was somewhat annoyed.
However, what he didn't expect was that the guy said.
"Where are you going to French Fries Port? I'm going to Dawn City."
"What are you doing there?" Asin stopped Kuai Zi and looked at him one more time, but he didn't want the guy to say something shocking.
"Lasi can't do it, and Jodu can't do it. No one in the entire Kingallon Port can save Borneo. There is no one in ten thousand chance that what happened in Boulder City will happen again here... They all lack the same thing.
Something, and that thing is in Dawn City."
Staring at the astonished Asin with sharp eyes, Zayinde put his hands on the table.
"I don't want to watch the youth of Borneo bleed in vain, I have to go there and bring it back!"