[I admit that the late king's handling of the Gray Wolf Army was indeed inappropriate. The orphans and widows were not resettled, and the wounded were not properly treated. However, even so, this is not the reason for your rebellion and disloyalty. ]
[However, Gu is not a tyrannical person. For the sake of the friendship between ministers, I promise you to surrender now to avoid death, to be granted the title of Grand Duke of Shizhou, and to maintain your prosperity and wealth.]
[If the general’s stubbornness leads to the ruin of the people of the Xilan Empire and brings them eternal infamy, don’t blame Gu for not giving you a chance to turn around...]
The courthouse in Saifan Port, in a plainly decorated office.
Akbar Siran crouched in front of the case and wrote a 2,000-word appeal to surrender eloquently. Then he stood up and respectfully handed it over to the Wilant officer behind him.
"How did I write?"
The little emperor's eyebrows were raised upward, and there was a hint of pride and a hint of flattery in his smile.
However, the Weiland man didn't even look at it, and just replied coldly.
"It depends on how the person who receives the letter responds."
Akbar's smile spread across his face, but he still laughed twice.
"What you said makes sense... I hope that Absek will not be ignorant and surrender as soon as possible."
The Valantian officer grinned, reached out and patted his shoulder, and suddenly touched his face, as if he were touching an obedient dog.
What a good dog.
There was a hint of ridicule and contempt in his smile, which was a look down from the bottom of his heart.
Akbar's mind buzzed, and he stared at the man in disbelief. He didn't understand what this guy's gesture of touching his face meant, and instead misunderstood it as something between a man and a woman.
This guy……
Isn’t that good?
Goosebumps appeared all over his body, and he took a step back in fear.
The officer did not give any explanation, but took the letter and strode out the door.
There was another person standing in the office, an old man from the Lion tribe who was silent.
He used to be a citizen of Sisail Port, a sweeper working in the court, but one day he was suddenly given a title for no apparent reason, and then he was asked by the Wilrant people to follow Akbar and act as a servant.
At the same time, he monitors His Majesty the Emperor for the Southern Army.
As for His Majesty's original servants, all of them have been driven away and replaced by people from Saipan Port.
Including the so-called imperial cabinet, and even His Majesty's bedfellows.
What kind of allies are these? They are clearly a group of kidnappers.
The old man sighed softly and looked at the angry little emperor and comforted him with a few words.
"Your Majesty, please be patient...you don't have to be the same as them."
Akbar calmed down and shook his head.
"Weilant people are all temperamental people, and sometimes I can understand their rough-and-tumble hearts."
The old man was stunned and looked at the little emperor blankly, as if he saw the deceased king.
picture.
It's so similar...
…
The 300,000th team breaks through the Lion City!
News of the victory spread to Sifan Harbor and also to another front line in the Southern Army's Borneo theater - Surak County on the northern line.
Looking at the shocking battle report in his hand, Captain Otleywan couldn't help but grin.
"This madman."
This guy is really capable of bombing a gathering place with millions of people with incendiary bombs.
Isn't he afraid that the fire will not be controlled and the millions of livestock will be burned?
Fortunately, it was the rainy season, and the thick smoke from the fire made it rain from the sky.
Otherwise, I'm afraid the whole city will be burned down!
The staff officer standing aside nodded and said in a very soft voice.
"But I have to admit, this is really efficient."
The six 10,000-man troops on the opposite side collapsed immediately and were defeated by several 1,000-man troops.
There were also millions of survivors in the city, who were beaten until they could only cry and howl.
Although the consumption of ammunition is a bit high, compared to the benefits, the cost is completely within the affordable range.
If Captain Ryan chooses to pursue the victory at this time and continue to march eastward, I am afraid that the whole world will be in chaos, and friendly forces will fight over whether to resist or not, and he will be at loggerheads with his own people.
Especially that Absaek.
According to their analysis of this person, the "little citizen" will almost certainly run away.
Otlet nodded approvingly, agreeing with his staff officer's statement.
"...When the airship reinforcements arrive, we can follow suit."
On the other side, at the station in central Surak County, several patrolling soldiers were also talking about this matter.
"At least ten thousand people will be burned to death."
"Ten thousand?! I think there must be a hundred thousand at least!"
"Damn, what a relief!"
Several Wilant soldiers gathered together and excitedly discussed the good news about the Lion City.
They were all under the command of Captain Ross, and they were also witnesses of the tragedy at Sailsport.
Due to the rhetoric of the Union envoy and the cowardice and incompetence of General McClun, they failed to kill enough at West Sails Harbor.
Now, finally, a ruthless person has avenged the death of more than 3,000 Wilant residents, and the bad breath stuck in their chests has finally been relieved.
Sure enough, the orthodoxy of Triumph City must be the Southern Legion.
Those civil servants who were corrupted by gold and the landowners of the Eastern Legion have long since deteriorated!
Standing next to them, Captain Peter was smoking one cigarette after another. He couldn't bear to listen anymore and couldn't help but interjected.
"What's the point of this? Even if they don't bomb, the group of natives holding fire sticks can't stop them."
He thought of the serfs who died in the woods with red soil in their pockets.
His superiors told him to keep his mouth shut, but he couldn't help but think, what kind of hero is he who massacres a bunch of unarmed civilians?
He had never hated his identity and honor so much, and staying with this group of people only made him feel ashamed.
Several soldiers were stunned for a moment and looked at each other without saying anything. Only the veteran said.
"There is still meaning, even if it is to undermine the will of the Baro people to fight——"
"What if it doesn't disintegrate?" Peter asked rhetorically, "The same tricks don't always work, and the opponents we encountered this time are many times more powerful than us."
"What we want to tell them is that numbers are meaningless!" The veteran's temper also rose, his neck was red, and he argued with him argumentatively, "They killed at least 100,000 people in one day.
We are telling them with actions that one or two billion is not enough for them to die for a year!"
How can it be so easy?
Even if they could kill 10 billion rats a day, they wouldn't be able to kill all the rats in the world.
In fact, if you think about it carefully, they have never really conquered the lands in their hands.
From the day the city of Avente was founded, their war never ended.
Perhaps they are the furthest away from the New Era.
Not wanting to quarrel with his comrades, Peter shook his head, stubbed out the cigarette butt in his mouth and threw it aside.
The serfs looked at him from a distance, met his eyes, and fled in a hurry.
Pete always felt a sense of dissonance, but he couldn't tell where the dissonance came from.
It wasn't until those serfs disappeared that he suddenly realized that no one was snatching his cigarette butt...
…
In the southern part of Lion City, the originally densely packed houses have turned into ruins.
The fire not only burned the southern part of the city, but almost half of the city.
Ryan, who entered the city, did not deliberately kill the local residents because there was no need to do so.
Enough people have died.
Those who survived didn't even dare to take a breath when facing their noses, let alone resistance.
He was not crazy enough to kill for the sake of killing. Instead, he ordered his commander to hire a group of locals to form a defense force to maintain order in the city.
There are still some remnants of the Borneo Army in the city, many of whom have mingled with the civilians.
These people are a hidden danger.
Since they chose to hide instead of running away, it means that they have not given up the fight.
But they can't hide it for long.
Because soon he will follow General Gulyon's approach during the West Sailor Port period and let some of the colonized people get a small piece of the colonial cake, making them rich, powerful, dignified... and even become new aristocrats.
.
In this way, no one will miss Abu Saik, and they will even praise the colonists of the Southern Legion for arriving in time and taking them out of the sea of misery.
This is called giving both grace and power.
When the local survivors feel happy as slaves, even the wheat grown in the fields will be transformed from the credit of the farmers to the credit of the Weiland people.
By that time, a fertile colony was born.
There may be some resistance, just like the rebellions of various sizes across the Legion, but it will never become as majestic as a 200,000-strong army.
The command vehicle of the 300,000th Army passed by quietly on the muddy road. Captain Ryan deliberately opened the observation window and took a look at his "great achievements."
In the pouring rain, desperate people searched for the bodies of their loved ones in the ruins. Some people stared at the houses reduced to ashes, or lay on the ground and howled.
Those soulless figures not only did not make him feel any pity, but instead made him feel indescribably happy.
This is what happens when you go against the Legion!
However, it was boring to see the same faces too many times. Captain Ryan closed the window again when he was satisfied, looked at the adjutant sitting opposite and said.
"Have you found the guy named Yudano?"
The adjutant shook his head and said
"No...I heard he died in the fire."
Ryan sneered.
"Oh, he is still a warrior."
I heard that guy is also an old member of the Heavenly King's Army.
If that guy is not dead, he will not kill him, but will take him with him and let him see with his own eyes the place where he fought, his hometown, and even the entire Borneo Province... What will happen next
What does it look like?
That is true revenge.
After a pause, the adjutant continued with a serious expression.
"...In addition, news came from the rear just now that our 902mm heavy artillery was intercepted. The one who intercepted us was the Alliance's Skeleton Corps. The 340,000th Team suffered more than half of its casualties. It was the Alliance's armored division that defeated them. They are currently working with transportation logistics
The troops stayed together and retreated in the direction of Sails Harbor."
The casualties of the 340,000th unit can simply be described as tragic.
However, there was nothing they could do about it. After all, they happened to run into the Alliance's armored forces, and were later killed by the Alliance's air force.
Ryan's face looked unhappy, but he didn't say much, he just nodded calmly.
"I already know."
The adjutant hesitated for a moment and then asked.
"Don't worry about it?"
That railway is quite important.
Including the armored train and the 902mm heavy gun on board.
But Ryan was not worried and just said in a calm tone.
"There are still 22 troops of 10,000 people in Xifan Port. They will handle the next thing. General Gulion has long guessed that the alliance will attack our logistics with all its strength. He naturally has corresponding trump cards. We don't need to worry about this matter.
."
The adjutant still had some concerns, but he couldn't ask more questions, so he could only change the topic.
"Then...what do we do next?"
"Tiandu."
The word came out of Ryan's mouth, and the corners of his tense mouth turned upward.
"Why do we have to wait until that guy from Outlet takes over Dog State before taking action? We can completely penetrate the entire Borneo Kingdom in one fell swoop while they are still dilly-dallying."
The adjutant perked up after hearing this, and the worries in his eyes were replaced by the burning fighting spirit.
Tiandu!
The capital of Borneo!
As long as we capture that area, there will basically be no suspense in this war.
Looking at the adjutant with fighting spirit burning in his eyes, Captain Ryan said with a chuckle.
"...I heard that there is a ridiculously big starship there. I'm curious about what it looks like."
The adjutant sitting opposite him also said with a smile.
"It would be a waste to leave that kind of heritage in this depression. Those useless civil servants are actually indifferent. Maybe we can use it to build an airship bigger than the Horn."
Captain Ryan smiled meaningfully.
"Then it depends on whether our brothers in the Air Force have expressed anything. We can't let them take this advantage in vain."
…
The pouring rain has been falling for a long time, all the way from Lion City to Tiandu.
The sentry in a raincoat was patrolling along the muddy road when he suddenly saw a horse galloping from a distance.
Immediately a person sat down.
The commander-in-chief has already collected all the nearby horses and sent them to the front line. There may not be many horses in the entire Niuzhou.
Seeing the unusual figure, the sentry immediately became alert.
He raised the rifle in his hand, aimed at the rider running through the rain, and shouted loudly.
"stop!"
The man didn't answer and just ran towards this side.
The sentry swallowed, and he and his companion beside him were hesitating whether to pull the trigger, when they saw that the horse suddenly gave out its strength and fell to the ground with a long sigh.
The man was thrown out, the muddy water was splashed up, and the horse flopped randomly in the mud, and finally went away foaming at the mouth.
The sentry and his companion looked at each other and immediately ran forward, only to find that the man who fell on the ground was actually a captain. He was so frightened that he hurriedly helped him up.
"Sir, sir..."
Isher glanced at him numbly, then looked in the direction of Tiandu City. Without saying a word, he pushed away the man who was supporting him and limped towards the city gate, regardless of the situation.
The horse fell to the ground and was about to expire.
His hair stuck to his face like wet straw, and his lifeless face looked like it had lost its soul.
The sentry stared at him blankly, watching the limping figure silently walk away. Finally, he gritted his teeth, threw the rifle on his back, and quickly chased after him.
"Sir, we have bicycles at our outpost... I'll carry you on my back! This is faster!"
After that, he put the raincoat on the man's shoulders.
This time Isher finally reacted, muttered a thank you, and then let the young man carry him on his back.
Two overlapping figures passed through the rain curtain and rushed into the nearby guard post.
Not long after, a bicycle was pushed out, and the sentry stood on it, pedaling hard, wishing that the chain would be kicked out of sparks.
Isher sat behind him, looking straight at the noisy rain curtain.
He clutched the package in his hand tightly. There was a camera inside, which was given to him by a reporter. The camera contained photos he took on the front line.
He will never forget those faces in his life.
And the fire that engulfed everything...
…
Tens of thousands of kilometers away, the beautiful Yunjian Province is an ideal city that brings together countless blessings.
In the tallest building of that prosperous utopia, the last hearing on the recent uproar is being held.
The council members sitting here will make the final decision on how much budget the company will spend to prevent the Legion from continuing to expand eastward.
Supporters have their own reasons, whether it is to get arms orders or for moral reasons, they must do something.
A contract that is not fulfilled is meaningless, and blind appeasement will only make the Legion more arrogant.
Opponents also have their own views. After all, these budgets are ultimately paid for by all residents of Ideal City, who have spent enough Cr on irrelevant people in the past two years.
A contract that is not fulfilled is indeed meaningless, but the Legion is like Xiaoqiang who cannot be killed and has no long memory. They cannot play "war games" with those big noses again and again.
The shareholders of Endpoint Group spoke at the meeting. Maybe they should change to a solution that can be solved once and for all, such as completely dismembering this group of militaristic lunatics, instead of sending them away one after another like this.
certainly.
As for how to dismember the Legion, he actually didn't have any reliable ideas in mind.
But that's something that can be discussed at another meeting.
Because of that point of view, it is almost foreseeable that the debate at this hearing will be extremely fierce.
However, the development of things is completely opposite. Those directors who were noisy until yesterday are now terrifyingly quiet.
In the center of the spacious venue, on a cube-shaped holographic screen, a city with a population of one million was burning in flames.
That settlement was not much smaller than Ideal City, and was even a little larger, although the former did not have those weird technologies or those towering buildings.
In front of the cube, there stands a human-shaped holographic light and shadow.
That person was none other than Li Ke from the College's Research Department.
Until this hearing, the most glorious deed in his life was the fall at the gate of Falcon City.
But now, his scientific research ship has flown to Yunjian Province.
"...The above is what the Legion is doing in Borneo. Theoretically it can happen anywhere in the world, just like it has happened countless times before."
"Members of the Board of Directors can continue to argue. I hope that the image data we provide will not disturb your enjoyment."
No more words are needed.
That silent image had finished everything for him.
Li Ke shook his head slightly, and the light blue light and shadow disappeared in the spacious venue.
Everyone sitting at the table was silent.
The faces were filled with shock, anger, disbelief or the inability to look straight at them.
At this time, Shuyu, the ambassador from the alliance, stood up, looked around at the directors present and continued.
"...We have not participated in the negotiation of that ancient contract, but we know very well that a contract alone is not enough to bind anyone."
"In addition to ending the war itself, we must put war criminals on trial and account for mistakes... Only in this way can we ensure that similar tragedies will not happen again, just like what we did in Maritime Province."
Looking at the directors who were whispering, he spoke in a solemn voice.
"You can leave it to us if you don't want to do it. We don't mind burning ourselves for the survivors who are suffering."
"But relatively, we need your support, support within our capabilities!"
After saying these words, he sat back on his chair and left time for the meeting.
The conference room became quiet again, this time even the whispers were gone, only eye contact remained.
People seem to have lost the reason to quarrel.
In the face of higher interests, the things they care about are too small.
Seeing that no one continued to speak, the host of the meeting raised his hand.
"Vote."
After he finished speaking, he pressed his hand on the vote counter and cast his vote.
In less than a minute, the voting ended, and it was still an astonishing 1000:0:0.
In the past two centuries, this kind of thing has never happened, and no one has even abstained.
History seems to be repeating itself.
Just like their fathers decided to stay on this land, they once again made the same choice.
Surprised expressions appeared on every face, and then there was surprise. Even the host of the meeting muttered something incredulous.
As the hammer fell from his hand, an aid package with an unlimited budget was also passed by the council at the same time.
They will provide the alliance with all the help that Ideal City can provide, and support their allies in bringing the initiators of this war to a solemn court!
At the same time that this aid package with an unlimited budget was passed, an unexpected piece of news shocked the entire Golden Gallen Port.
"Tragedy in Lion City! The Southern Army set fire to the city!"
The headline of the newspaper was a shocking line of large characters, and the red ink looked like human blood.
The picture accompanying that headline was a photo taken when the "Horn" airship dropped an incendiary bomb!
This photo was taken by a reporter from the "Daily Survivor" and was said to have been brought back from the front by a commander named Isher.
Seeing the irrefutable atrocities, all the survivors had anger burning in their eyes.
"...the Wealthians of Dog Days!"
"Damn it! I'm going to join the army too!"
"Didn't you say you were going to Camp 101 to learn skills?"
"Screw you! If you want to go, wait until you kill all these big noses before you go!"
"What the hell...it's really worse than a beast!"
After all, Captain Ryan misjudged the situation.
The survivors of the Lion City are still immersed in the pain of losing their loved ones. Although many people do lower their heads, lowering their heads does not mean surrender.
Not just survivors of the Lion City.
There are also the survivors of Jingallang Port, the survivors of Mammoth City, the survivors of Tiandu City, and thousands of other survivors.
He actually knew that the rebellion in the legion's territory had never stopped, but he still wanted to use a bigger fire to suppress the anger burning in the hearts of the survivors in this land.
Not only did Ryan misjudge the result, but Captain Otrevan and even General Gurion, the commander-in-chief of the Borneo theater, were all wrong on this matter.
After learning about the tragic situation in the Lion City, Absek not only did not run away with his tail between his legs like a coward, but changed his previous indecisive image. Not only did he personally take charge as the commander-in-chief of the Niuzhou Theater, he even served as the commander-in-chief of the Niuzhou Theater.
He electrified the entire Borneo Province with murderous intent, calling on all Borneo people to unite, and threatened to fight to the death with the Legion!
No one knows whether this is a political performance, but at least for now he is indeed not running away.
The morale in Tiandu has never been higher. This time, even the grassroots officers who were dissatisfied with Absak no longer cursed this "hypocrite".
Although he was not as happy as Janusz, at least he had the courage to fight to the death, and this alone is worthy of praise.
At the same time, reinforcements from outside are also arriving one after another.
The expeditionary force in Borneo Province had contributed to the extermination of the Torch Church, and the survivors in the eastern provinces would naturally not leave them alone.
More than a dozen transport ships arrived at the port of Golden Gallen.
A group of soldiers wearing gas masks and carrying rifles on their shoulders silently stepped onto the dock of Golden Gallen Port and walked towards the military base amid the flowers and cheers of the locals.
They are the Death Corps.
During the Battle of Luoxia and the Chewing Bone Rebellion, they had made outstanding military exploits, and their fearless combat style made countless raider tribes and the expeditionary forces of the Eastern Legion fearful!
A total of 5,000 people landed this time, and another 5,000 people are expected to arrive in the future.
Looking at the girl throwing flowers on the roadside, the debt-eyed girl couldn't help but complain.
"Why do we have to wear gas masks? Are we so shameless?"
The edge paddler who was marching in the team rolled his eyes and complained in a lowered voice.
"Do you think it's really appropriate to be in public all day long with our battle losses?"
Debt-eyed: "...Damn, what you said makes so much sense!"
Those walking in the queue wearing gas masks were not just players, but also many of Xiaoyu's fruiting bodies.
After repeated training by Big Eyes, these retarded fruiting entities finally evolved from lobster soldiers lined up to be shot into World War I infantry, and were able to charge forward with bayonets like the clone cannon fodder of the Legion.
The genetic blueprints of these fruiting bodies are the cheapest eaters, and the cost is much cheaper than those of clones.
A LV10 intelligence player can bring about ten fruiting bodies, and his limit is two hundred!
As for the possible contamination caused by the mutant slime mold, there is no need to worry, the red soil bacteria will be responsible for collecting their corpses.
The group arrived at the base, and after updating the archive, they got in the car and headed to the port, where they transferred to the ship bound for Tiandu City.
The inland port is busy.
Except for one royal merchant ship floating alone on the river, almost all cargo ships were requisitioned by the Borneo authorities and the Golden Gallen Port authorities for transporting materials and personnel needed for the war.
Looking at the brothers boarding the boat, he paddled and shouted to them.
"The Vaillant people have already captured the Lion City, and we must not let them capture Tiandu again! Our brothers from the academy have already helped us deploy weapons against the airships in Tiandu. Our mission is to hold on at all costs!"