Chapter 769: Those who are close to vermilion are red, those who are close to ink are black
"It's technology."
On Embassy Street in Shuguang City, brightly dressed young men and girls are walking back and forth on the street.
Occasionally, I can see one or two "glowing" clothes, which I think are the "holographic clothes" of Ideal City. Even the color of the hair can be switched freely.
"Technology is really good..."
Duke Jarava, who was looking out the window at the Ideal City Hotel, suddenly sighed, and then sighed sadly again.
"If the empire's technology were stronger and the People's Federation left more legacy to my empire... the people under my leadership wouldn't have to eat dirt. What a sin."
Yesterday, Dawn City's "Daily Survivor" reprinted "Red Earth", and he naturally saw it, although he only read the reprinted prologue - "The Biography of L".
Although the article was mostly deliberately slanderous, he had to admit that there were indeed some lazy guys in Baixiang City who couldn't even afford the beans.
But where are there no slackers?
Moreover, this "Daily Survivor" is obviously a newspaper of the alliance, but it wants to report on slackers thousands of kilometers away, but it turns a blind eye to the slackers in Boulder City who lost their wives and children because of alcoholism.
Looking at it this way, Dawn Garden Newspaper, which dares to tell the truth, seems more like speaking for the millions of survivors of the alliance.
However, the rhetoric is actually a trivial matter. The Duke of Galava did not care about the slander of the "Daily Survivor", but he was suddenly moved by the scene when he saw the red soil.
It would be great if there was technology to produce nutritional paste.
I heard that this thing can make inedible food edible, and it sounds very nutritious.
The more Duke Jarawa thought about it, the more he felt that General Rowell was indeed not a good person and had lowered the cost of survival for the survivors of Borneo Province too low.
Farming requires paying taxes, but eating soil does not. The entire process from production to circulation can be completed without the participation of nobles and officials appointed by nobles, and even if he wants to, he cannot interfere. This is a big problem for those who farm.
unfair.
"...If that year of ice and snow, that guy Lowell had not brought out the red soil, but had developed some real technology, such as the production of nutritional cream, our empire would not have been so weak."
When he first heard Duke Galava sighing, Niyang's heart was still a little pounding, but he was relieved when he heard this.
This guy did read what he wrote, but luckily not much.
There are a thousand Bohrs in the minds of a thousand readers, and Bohr himself sees things differently.
And his Duke is still performing steadily as before. This time he regards technology as the red soil in the ground. I am afraid that he is still thinking about miracles with great force. If he buries something in the soil and digs, he will dig out technology.
.
It's easy to get rid of this guy, just follow his wishes, bury some of the legacy of the prosperous era in the soil, and wave the shovel in a gourd-like manner to make him happy.
Niyang had even thought about how to use the "charitable money" in his mind, but he didn't expect that Duke Galava's next words would make him disappointed. This guy was actually smart and didn't leave professional matters to laymen.
"I have made an appointment with Mr. Liszt. You can go and entertain him later. Don't neglect this distinguished guest."
When Niyang heard the name Liszt, he always felt familiar. After thinking for a long time, he suddenly remembered that he had seen it in an advertisement.
That guy can be considered a legend. He started out as a merchant, and took advantage of the East Wind of the Bone Chewing Rebellion to become a man of the hour in Boulder City. He escaped before the collapse of Boulder City.
There is a saying that he is as rich as anyone in the country and is the richest man in Shuguang City.
However, Niyang always felt that it was a bit far-fetched to say that Liszt was the richest man. The one who attended the hearing was obviously more valued by the alliance.
Of course, this is not a big deal.
"Mr. Lister is... the entrepreneur who produces exoskeletons and batteries?"
"That's right," Duke Galava said nonchalantly, imitating someone's style and adding some milk to the black tea. "I carefully studied the evolution of Boulder City, and the businessman named Liszt made a lot of money from it, including
A steel manufacturer named Sun, they are basically the richest group of people in the alliance, and it is much easier and more effective to bribe them than to bribe the residents of the shelter."
Thinking that this idiot had actually investigated Boulder City, Niyang was shocked and asked cautiously.
"Do you want him to go to Bobo Province to set up a factory?"
"Yes, I should have done this a long time ago. As a diplomat, I have to do some practical things for the empire." Duke Galawa smiled lightly, with a shrewd light in his eyes.
Niyang reminded cautiously.
"But we don't have nuclear fusion there, and we don't have as many experts as Camp 101... How to attract Lister there?"
"This is actually easy to handle," Duke Galawa said with a smile. "I asked, the alliance didn't have those things at the beginning, and Liszt's factory can be set up. As for nuclear fusion, it is nothing more than an issue of electricity prices. I directly
Just waive the electricity price."
If Liszt's factory could be moved to White Elephant City and thousands of exoskeletons could be built for him, the private soldiers in his manor would be able to beat the Alliance to pieces without His Majesty's intervention.
A happy smile appeared on Duke Galava's face, and he wanted to go to the Union post office immediately to send a telegram and share the joy of this moment with His Majesty.
Niyang couldn't keep up with his train of thought, but he thought it was a good thing to let this guy struggle like this, so he nodded.
"As commanded."
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The rainy season is slowly passing in the beautiful Kingallen Port, and today the weather is as good as ever.
On the pier surrounded by seagulls, a large and long destroyer docked, and a few tall Alliance soldiers wearing exoskeletons - or players - got off.
In fact, it’s okay not to wear it.
But wearing this thing is more eye-catching, and [Zero Chong] happens to like to show off.
Walking in front of a group of teammates, [Shanhe Meng] looked around at the group of animals and said in a serious voice.
"We'll sign in at Camp Lowell later, and there will be someone who will talk to us about the mission. Remember, don't even mention it's raining, or even if it's raining shells, don't go into my fellow villagers' homes!"
When he said the last sentence, Shanhe Ruimeng especially glanced at Ling Chong.
The latter scratched his head in embarrassment, and [Two Liang Moonlight] and [First Version] said energetically respectively.
"receive!"
"oh!"
The powder keg in the southern seas could explode at any time.
Logically speaking, they who have been transferred back to Baiyue Province and are on standby should not come to Jingallon Port at this time. However, a certain fool led a group of officers to resign naked. They could only comply with the request of the Jingallon Port authorities.
Come back and train some officers to supplement the militia.
The player's tactics are not suitable for NPCs, but the experience on the battlefield is the same.
And after countless death-defying explorations, Burning Legion players have honed some tactics to the extreme.
For example, multiple artillery groups fire barrages to cover the advance of infantry. Burning Corps players can even charge forward by touching the edge of shrapnel, using the 155mm howitzer as their own bayonets.
Another example is airborne combat behind enemy lines, another example is hunting large alien species, etc.
The group walked through the bustling Tulip Street and headed towards Camp Rowell.
Pedestrians passing by frequently paid "attention salutes" to these alliance soldiers, and these players wearing exoskeletons were also observing the people on the street.
The first coastline freight railway and the first subway that runs through the entire settlement in Golden Gallen Port have been officially opened to traffic. Although there are still many old buildings on the streets, the originally chaotic slum shacks have basically been replaced.
It was replaced by "union-style low-rent housing" with a higher floor area ratio.
There were bicycles and pedestrians walking on the spacious road.
The street lights that originally belonged only to Tulip Street are also extending along those main roads, and maybe it won't be long before they can be spread all over the city.
Walking on the streets of this settlement feels a bit like Cyber Bombay, especially since the most profitable industries here are cotton weaving and dyeing workshops, which is quite similar to the real-life Bombay in the second half of the 18th century.
But the area here is much larger than Mumbai.
In my mind, Mumbai seems to be more than 4,000 square kilometers, while Kingallen Port, including the large undeveloped areas in the suburbs, covers a full 10,000 square kilometers.
Another Mumbai is on the west coast of India, similar to the location of Saipan Port in Borneo, while Kingallon Port is on the east coast, close to the end of the Everflow River.
Of course, the most incongruous or disconnected thing is actually the strange oral habits of the locals.
Regardless of whether they are residents of the lower class or the upper class, there is a "taste of alliance" in their mouths.
This is like putting two sentences of English in Mandarin. Local people like to put two sentences of player-specific grammar and modal particles in their local dialect.
"...What the hell, why do people here like to say hello to each other's mother?" Ling Chongdi muttered, and couldn't help but wonder if there was something wrong with the map loading program.
Erliang Yueguang glanced at him with a subtle expression and coughed lightly.
"...I think you should reflect on your usual words and deeds."
The new version also nodded and agreed.
"+1, it is unrealistic to expect others to only learn good things and not bad things. If you eat a grape too fast, you will inevitably swallow two bites of the skin."
Ling Chong was stunned for a moment.
"Damn it, can you rely on me?"
Erliang Yueguang shook her head.
"Tsk, tsk, look what I said?"
Shan He Ru Meng laughed and patted Ling Chong on the shoulder.
"Relax, it's not a big problem... As long as you don't go into my fellow villagers' homes, it's just a small problem."
"Fuck me, how long are you going to play with this shit!?" Ling grinned angrily, but there was nothing he could do.
But having said that, the evolution of local customs may have something to do with players.
The player's human language is actually very different from the NPC's human language, and is somewhat similar to a translation accent in another sense.
Except for those high-level players who have been playing for a long time, or those who have had in-depth exchanges with NPCs, most players' human language is the "bulk version".
That is, I learned a few pronunciations from VM, listened to them a lot, and used them a lot, so I stopped looking at the translator. On the one hand, Renlianyu does have strong compatibility, otherwise it would not be compatible with the diverse cultures of the old era.
On the other hand, this game is so realistic that people can't help but become addicted to it.
However, knowing how to use it and using it well are two different things. Even a very small number of elders are good at daily communication terms. Proper nouns and cultural references that they don’t understand can only be understood based on the context.
As for most ordinary players, of course they come here for convenience.
As long as the key words are used correctly, the NPC can understand it even if it uses Chinese grammar.
Port Kingalen is essentially a settlement transformed under the leadership of players. A series of advanced local ideas, including equality, were brought by players from the harmonious society in reality.
As they enjoy the benefits brought by modern civilization, the emerging citizen class rising in Kingallen Port and the old aristocrats who follow the trend are also unconsciously moving closer to the "Iron Men" of the Alliance in terms of customs.
Under the subtle influence, it finally led to the current result.
In other words, the Iron Men of the Burning Legion "contaminated" the local language by using loose human couplets.
This situation is the same as Xiaoyu's "blanching".
It is obviously just a modal particle, but it is used as a communication tool by people who are good at learning.
"Well, based on rational analysis, what you said makes sense, but I don't always say 'f*ck' or 'f*ck'... And why hasn't this happened in Dawn City?"
Facing the confused look in his good brother's eyes, Erliang Yueguang spoke eloquently.
"Because the NPCs there mainly worship managers, and they worship you by the way. Xiaoyu is the most typical example... and the players in Dawn City are more extensive, such as Miss Tengteng and Crow Crow. Look at when they and
You still talk about 'what the hell'? You are as civilized as me, okay!"
"You are a hammer civilization." Ling Chong rolled his eyes.
Erliang Yueguang said with a playful smile.
"Hey, if you are better than someone else, even the kids will be spared."
"What the hell!@#@%!" Ling Chong's nose almost turned crooked with anger, and he began to curse.
These dogs.
He accidentally touched his head, and later clarified the misunderstanding. As a result, the rumors became more and more outrageous, and now everyone looking at him looks disgusted.
Looking at the furious Ling Chong, Shanhe Ruimeng sighed.
"There are too many grumpy old men in Golden Gallon Port. It would be great if we invited Crow Crow here."
At this time, the originally less talkative version of Chusheng suddenly trembled and spoke.
"It's better to say goodbye... If she comes and thinks this place is messy, go to the forum to plan an anti-pornography campaign."
Facing those pairs of burning gazes, the new version of Chusheng subtly averted his eyes and coughed softly.
"Do the task first...the paid stuff can be discussed offline."
Mountains and rivers fall into dreams: "..."
Zero Chong: “@#%@!”
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The surname of the Rat tribe has thirteen pronunciations, and Borneo happens to have thirteen states.
The state where Golden Gallen Port is located is called Lowell State. The origin of the name is naturally related to the Lowell Camp in Golden Gallen Port. It is also the only state in Borneo that is "not related to animals".
The Nasit State, where Sisail Port is located in the far west, means lion. The Lowell State in the east means Tiger State above, Leopard State to the left, Snake State further down, and the Borneo Sea to the right.
A widely circulated theory among local intellectuals is that although the states use the name of animals, they are actually worshiping - or sealing - the gods behind the animals.
Although Rowell is not an animal, he is a totem buried in the hearts of every survivor in Borneo, and he is also the only "human god" who is not among the Thousand Pillars.
Because everyone is a "pillar", in other words, a walking "human pillar".
Or sacrifice.
However, if we follow Ms. Han Mingyue's interpretation, there is another explanation.
That is, two hundred years ago, Borneo Province was a large ecological reserve. Lowell State was the only scientific observation site and tourist resting place at that time, while Tiger State was the area where tigers mainly lived, and Leopard State was where leopards lived.
The main living areas, different species of snakes, elephants, lions, cattle, wolves, etc. can be deduced in this way.
These wild animals were a source of food for the survivors for a long time. After eating those wild animals to near extinction, the locals consecrated them out of some kind of gratitude.
Superimposing the influence of the "animal world" image data, it has evolved into the belief of thousands of races and gods.
The two explanations are actually different perspectives. One is an analysis based on the spiritual level, and the other is a purely rational deduction based on scientific arguments.
The difference between them is roughly equivalent to that of oil paintings and sketches. They all draw the same apple, but they are not exactly the same.
Currently, the entire northern part of Lowell State is under the control of the Tiger Army, while the west and southwest are under the control of the Black Panther Army.
The two armies have become de facto warlords. Although they are still receiving military pay from the imperial court, they are actually estranged from the empire.
The relationship between the two parties is entirely maintained by money.
When the empire stops sending money, these warlords will basically tear off their last remaining dignity.
In fact, due to the empire's previous embargo strategy on Kingallen Port and the anti-embargo measures taken by Baiyue Company, the two major warlords on the border had already achieved "financial freedom" by relying on smuggling transactions.
And not only financial freedom, the productivity within the area under its control has also improved a lot.
This is not because those warlords know how to govern, but on the contrary, most military officers know nothing about governance and have no intention of governing at all. They are even worse than the civil servants of the empire.
But precisely for this reason, these officers simply adopted a completely laissez-faire economic model and let the merchants of Kingallen Port and the local nobles do it themselves.
These military lords gave the green light to anyone who gave them money, and even helped those businessmen to fight against the affairs officers sent by the empire, and went to the nobles' estates with guns to buy and sell by force.
This kind of barbaric behavior is naturally undesirable, and will even seriously damage the empire's serf economy and tax revenue. If it continues in the long run, it will eventually harm the warlords themselves.
However, who wants these barbarians to catch up with the good times and reap the dividends of the development of Kingallen Port by accident.
Productivity and development have regional diffusion effects.
The advanced productivity of Kingallen Port will move in the opposite direction of the immigration flow to some extent, feeding back to other areas of Lowell State, and even the Tiger and Leopard States adjacent to Lowell State.
After all, if you open a dyehouse in Kingallon Port, you have to pay workers 1,600 gallons of wages.
There will always be people who think of moving the purchased sewing machines and dyeing vats to a place where labor costs are cheaper and beyond the reach of the alliance to open a small workshop, thus cutting off some profits from the industrial chain.
Don't underestimate this profit. One workshop doesn't make much, but a hundred workshops can rival a large factory.
And these "shop owners", who are different from factory owners, also purchase machines to improve their productivity.
The improvement of productivity not only causes the accumulation of wealth, but also changes the relationship between people and between clusters.
Especially after more and more old aristocrats tasted the sweetness of increased productivity and the pain of being pointed at gunpoint, they began to seek the development of productivity.
In the past, the Black Panther Army's rations still relied on appropriations from the empire, but now the tax revenue from the Jiaotou Bay area alone is enough for the local generals to feed their men, and they can even occasionally share some food for the Alliance soldiers with their brothers.
Canned beef as a bonus.
This little life is much more comfortable than when I was a dog for the empire.
As for the commander who put the gun to Asin's head, now he has to call Asin politely. After all, the latter has already established a relationship with his immediate boss's boss, and there is no need to take him with him a long time ago.
The little captain is having fun.
However, Asin did not agree with him because of what happened at the beginning. He even politely helped him with the operation, making this domineering officer the captain of ten thousand men. He also helped him find a matchmaker to marry a viscount noble family in Baozhou.
The younger daughter also helped the two of them buy a wedding house on Tulip Street in Golden Gallen Harbor.
Now that he has money, identity and status, and a beautiful wife who is as beautiful as a flower, the reckless man who is even more reckless than Lacy is naturally bursting with tears of gratitude, and he almost replaces the father with his father.
With the support of the Captain and other senior leaders of the Panther Army, the Assassin Gang's business grew and grew, almost monopolizing the entire Panther State's cotton.
Although the quality and output of cotton in Borneo Province are not as good as those in Baiyue Province, they are better because of their low cost and large volume, and they also occupy a considerable market share in Kingallon Port.
Even if the ceasefire agreement is signed and the unit price of smuggling is not as high as before, they can still use the mature ports and currency exchange banks to continue doing legal business, and the profits will be even greater than before.
However, even though the "radiation effect" of Kingallon Port has a great impact on other areas of Lowell State, the development growth rate of other areas cannot keep up with Kingallon Port itself, which is the only import and export port on the east coast.
At present, the 10,000 square kilometers actually controlled by Baiyue Company is only one-fortieth of the entire state, but 39-forty of the entire state's wealth is concentrated in Kingallen Port.
If the distribution of interests between the Alliance and the Port of King Gallen is uneven, just like the silver coin and the Gallen, then the distribution of interests between the Port of King Gallen and Lowell State and even the entire Borneo Province is even more extreme and uneven.
balanced.
The residents of Jingallang Port have already ridden bicycles that are as fast as the wind, and the children who are reading aloud have begun to think about the place of people in the mountains and rivers, and where they will be many years later, but Huzhou Leopard
There are still many people in the state who eat cakes made of mud and have to sell their sons and daughters to make a living.
"Red Earth" follows "Legend of L" and "Diary of Mad Mouse", and finally the third chapter "Earth" is serialized, and it seems that it is about to enter the bloody main topic.
The "Daily Survivor" in Kingallen Harbor was almost sold out. Some people who didn't know "Red Dirt" originally read "Dirt" and went back to buy the previous L and Crazy Mouse.
Some booksellers began to think about publishing a collection of this serialized short story, so that people would not have to cut it out one newspaper after another.
They couldn't contact Mr. Rat, but they received a letter from the French Fries Port——
[You can publish it as you like, just donate my share to the federation.]
This letter inspired many young people in Jingalen, as well as those members of the federation.
Mr. Rat is right next to them!
And just watch them!
A glimmer of morning light seemed to appear on the horizon, and the future seemed bright.
There is only one copy of "Bol the Awakener" in Boulder, but there are thousands of them.
Inspired by "Daily Survivor" and "Red Earth", young people wrote poems, drew paintings, composed music and songs, and integrated their simple and even naive ideas into the rush of King Gallen Port.
A corner of a busy street scene.
People have added another line of belief to the thought of "gods do not exist" -
They need to unite!
Just like the residents of Boulder!
Even though people have thousands of different ideas, one idea is the same.
That is to pull out those thousand pillars!
And smash the old yoke!
And just when a storm was brewing in Golden Gallen Harbor, a certain angry young man with a bad temper finally saw the army he had longed for.
It couldn't be called an army, but more like refugees or grass bandits, and it wasn't even better than when he attacked Camp Lowell -
At least at that time, he and his men, those who dared to fight and fight, still had some blood and courage.
It was just such a group of people, barely clothed and carrying farm tools in their hands, hiding in an uninhabited valley in Huzhou, where the power of the Tiger Clan was deeply entangled.
They lived on the financial aid they received from them, and occasionally had to eat some dirt, or cause trouble for the little nobles around them.
After all, the Yue Clan has a large population, and there are many handsome men and women. Those nobles have more or less bought some Yue Clan people as slaves or children. It is reasonable to rob them in the name of rescuing their compatriots.
Moreover, they only robbed people and food but did not kill people. The trouble was not big. Some small nobles really had nothing to do with them. The big nobles saw that they were like fleas and were too lazy to take care of them. It happened that they could also annex the land of the small nobles and beat the land price.
.
As for the Tiger Army, most of the troops are on the border of Lowell State, so I don't even bother to pay attention to them.
These days, anyone who has enough energy to manage his own territory would waste his free time to help the court suppress bandits. Instead, he can use the Yue people as a cover to ask for more money from the court.
It is precisely because of this that those Yue people thought that they were well disguised and could avoid the eyes of the Tiger Army by pretending to be refugees fleeing the war. However, they did not expect that even Asin, the leader of a gang, who was far away in Jinjialun Port,
You can find them easily.
Everything was just as useless as what he saw in the battle report.
Even the tiger tribe captain who sent him here joked that if they met on the battlefield next time, he would throw his equipment on the ground and run away if he didn't want to fight, so that everyone could make money together.
What a shame!
"Damn it..."
Looking at the group of young men sitting loosely on the ridge of the field, Lacy cursed through gritted teeth, pulled out the gun from his waist, and pulled the trigger toward the sky.
"Snapped!
"
The thunder-like sound startled the Yue people who were working in the fields. When they looked up, they saw a vicious man standing at the edge of the field with a group of evil spirits, looking as if he wanted to eat them.
Standing in the field, a middle-aged man looked at him blankly, and suddenly recognized that face, his astonished expression was as exaggerated as if he had seen a ghost.
"La...Lasi?!"
Lacy didn't even look at him. She stretched out her hand and grabbed the boy's neck. He pulled the skinny boy out of the field like a chicken and threw him to the ground.
"It hurts... it hurts..." The boy kept shouting that it hurt and squeezed out tears. But he didn't expect that the evil ghost saw him crying and kicked his butt again.
"If you're afraid of pain, go back and find your parents. Stop following these people and fool around! Go and call your parents over here!"
The boy said timidly, with fear written in his eyes.
"I have no parents... I was sold nearby, and the people here saved me."
"There are no parents... Hehe, then wipe your eyes dry for me, or I'll send you down to meet them first!"
After letting go of the child, Lacy glared hard at the farmer who tried to stop him, and then looked at the resistance soldier approaching with a gun.
The noise at the entrance of the village attracted some people's attention after all.
These guys who can't even arrange for a sentry, at least they are not deaf, so they can hear their own gunshots.
Those people stared at him with alert eyes and unkind expressions. They had guns in their hands, but they did not dare to point them at him.
Some of them recognized this guy as the ruthless man who captured Rowell's camp and hung the officer from the tower.
No matter how much effort the alliance put in and how many cannons and guns they gave them, he was indeed the one who defeated that camp.
Lacy didn't even look at the fire sticks, just stared at them with squinted eyes.
"I said you might as well farm the land, but you actually did it. Look at how useless you are. Do you expect the girls at Chip Port to support you for the rest of your life, or do you expect the people from Baiyue Company to support you for the rest of your life?"
A middle-aged man mustered up the courage to step forward and stare at him.
"What do you mean!"
Laci narrowed her eyes and stared at him.
"Are you the person in charge here?"
"I am--"
Before the man could finish speaking, he slapped him on the head and sent him straight into the field.
"You are a fucking hammer!"
These words were scolded by the alliance instructor when he was training him, and now he gave these words to this guy again.
It was this guy who caused Fang Chang to be transferred!
At least that's what he seemed to be doing.
The slap was loud enough, and it really ignited the anger of the resistance soldiers. One or two young men raised their guns and pointed them at Lacy and the more than a hundred officers behind him.
"No! Don't shoot!"
The man who fell in the field didn't care about himself and shouted to his comrades in the resistance army in shock.
As if Nalasi wasn't angry enough, he stepped forward and walked directly in front of the group of young men, grabbed the muzzle of one of the men's guns, and stabbed him in the chest.
"Come! Shoot at me! Kill the compatriots who come to save you, come!"
The young man's face was pale, and the hand holding the gun was shaking, as if it might go off at any time.
Obviously, he had not been to the battlefield a few times, nor had he practiced much with a gun, nor had he had the opportunity to practice.
After all, the insurance is turned off, just loaded...
Seeing the cowardice in his eyes, Lacy snatched the gun from his hand and stuffed it into his chest. After hitting him, he took two steps back and stopped only after being supported by others.
"Didn't anyone teach you that when you kill people, turn on the safety, and weld the shoulder strap to my shoulder? If anyone dares to snatch your gun, throw the butt of the gun into his face. If you lose your gun on the battlefield, you will lose it."
Damn it, you kid, be lucky, it was me who stole your gun."
Pairs of eyes were fixed on him, with anger, surprise, shame and shame.
But there are also people who have hope in their eyes.
Including the man sitting in the field who claimed to be the person in charge.
He knows better than anyone else that they are not the survivors of French Fries Port, nor the survivors of Golden Gallon Port. What they need is not a guy to lead them to plow the fields, but a guy who can lead them to win the war.
!
Lacy looked around at everyone, not only the resistance soldiers standing at the entrance of the village blocking him, but also the farmers in the fields next to them who straightened up and looked at him.
"If you want to farm, just stay here and farm until you're done. If you're tired of being useless, just get up and follow me."
A resistance officer swallowed and stared at him and asked.
"where are we going……"
"Where to go?"
Lacy chuckled, looked toward the northeast with the dusk behind him, and squinted slightly at the dim sky.
He thought about it while he was on the road.
It is unrealistic to fight the Tiger Army. These guys have guns and food, and their combat effectiveness is no longer inferior to that of the Gray Wolf Army. They have even almost "carved up" all the Gray Wolf Army on the border.
As the people in the alliance said, if you fight these guys, you will only be treated as a wild monster.
They had to open up a new battlefield, and the best choice was the northeastern corner of Borneo.
It is close to the Zhuobar Mountains, and across the way is Silver Moon Bay. A Tasang River flowing down the mountains irrigates an impact plain called the Tasang Plain, where the marginal ethnic groups of Borneo Province live, and even some
There are some believers from Silver Moon Bay.
On the administrative division map of the empire, the name of that land is Mengmao Prefecture. It shares the same source of fresh water with Silver Moon Bay, and is as fertile as Lowell Prefecture.
The most important thing is that the mountains are high and the emperor is far away, and the area is close to the alliance's supply network.
Although the development is a bit worse, poor development also has the benefits of poor development.
There is no road network connecting Tiandu, and it is not on the edge of the Yongliu River. It is difficult to deliver supplies needed by the imperial army and the army to this area.
Another thing is that poor places have no shortage of soldiers!
Only there can he raise a large group of troops. To start an uprising in Huzhou, where the Hu tribe is the majority, is simply courting death!
"If you stay huddled in this ravine, you will starve to death sooner or later. If you want to survive, follow me to the seaside!"