The front pages of newspapers were all occupied by this massacre.!
Gallon flipped through other newspapers, which contained Weisman's remarks in defense of himself. He claimed that the number of deaths in this incident was not as exaggerated as 200,000, and that this was just a strong response to the provocation of the federal army. The elements of battle death
More than 90% of them are soldiers, and there is no violation of international humanitarianism.
Galen carefully selected some newspapers with relatively high credibility and browsed them carefully.
Several days have passed since the massacre, and mass demonstrations have occurred in various places, demanding a strong military response from the government. At the same time, they are protesting Weisman's barbaric act of bloody massacre of civilians!
After roughly reading these newspapers, Gallon sat in his seat and fell into deep thought.
The plane was also preparing to land at the same time and was beginning to fly downward quickly.
Soon after a slight vibration, the plane finally landed.
Gallon got off the plane and took the arranged car directly out of the airport and headed straight to the capital city.
Half an hour later, only a few minutes after entering the city, there was a lot of noise from the streets outside the car, and it seemed that many people were shouting something. It was not very neat, but a bit chaotic.
Gallon was sitting in the black car and suddenly felt the speed of the car slowing down rapidly. He opened the window curtains and looked outside. The streets outside were deserted and the sounds seemed to be coming from far away.
"What's going on?"
The driver was a special female soldier assigned by the military, and she answered with some embarrassment.
"Sir, there may be another demonstration ahead. Should we change the route and go around it?"
"Protest?" Garen was slightly stunned.
As the car slowly moved forward, the sounds from the front soon became clearer and clearer.
"Down with imperialism!"
"Down with imperialism!"
"Revenge of Millstone Military Port!" "Revenge"
Repeated shouts came from the front. It seemed that someone was taking the lead in shouting, and then everyone followed suit.
"Sir, we can't go any further. The demonstration ahead must have blocked the road." the female soldier reminded loudly.
"Let's change the route." Garen frowned, "Do ocean currents often hold parades recently?"
"Yes, almost once a week, the number is more than tens of thousands." The female soldier quickly replied. "And it is said that there are similar parades everywhere."
Garen let out a breath and closed the curtains.
"Has any military area been dispatched to suppress it?"
"Not yet. We just dispatched the police to maintain order and arrested some chaotic elements who were smashing, smashing and looting. Now the scale of the parade is getting bigger and bigger, and the authorities dare not arrest people rashly." The female soldier also looked a little helpless.
Garen nodded to express his understanding.
The car slowly circled into another street in the night and moved forward slowly in the deserted traffic. There were police motorcycle escorts on both sides.
More than ten minutes later, the car slowly stopped in front of a black club.
Garen got out of the car and walked into the clubhouse escorted by a team of guards who had been waiting for him.
A tall, fat, white man in the uniform of a lieutenant general was standing at the entrance of the club, looking at him with a smile and a friendly face, his hands behind his back.
"Mr. Garonne, I am very happy to be the intermediary in this mediation. You have come a long way, come in and have a rest." His voice was a bit high-pitched, sounding like a duck's voice, and full of joy. It did not have the dignity of a general at all.
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"General Richien, has the other party arrived?" Garen followed the other party into the guild hall and asked calmly.
"It's been more than ten minutes." Lieutenant General Richien and Sulin's father were good friends who worked together. The Demon Elephant Sect came to him to mediate, and Garen had to sell Sulin's father's face.
Of course, judging from the current situation, he also has his own will to mediate.
The hall is brightly lit and covered with a thick red wool blanket. There are golden decorations and wall lamps everywhere, and the walls are covered with light yellow wallpaper.
There are heavily armed special guards guarding the place at regular intervals.
Garen smelled a trace of blood from these guards. They were obviously transferred here to watch the scene shortly after they had just performed their mission.
After all, neither the Marshal of the Demon Elephant Sect nor him, the leader of the Baiyun Sect, are cruel and ruthless people. They would take action at the slightest disagreement. The entire guild hall is not protected by force, and even his life may be in danger.
Seeing Garen sizing up the guarding soldiers, Richien said with a smile: "There is a battalion of heavy artillery outside aimed at here, so that we can discuss the conflicts between the two sides in a stable and peaceful atmosphere.
Presumably this is what Mr. Gallon wants to see.
"Of course." Garen nodded, "The current federation can no longer withstand a greater degree of internal strife. This is also the fundamental reason why I am willing to negotiate peace with the other party."
Lieutenant General Richien immediately nodded in agreement with relief.
The two soon walked into a quiet wooden tea room.
The whole teahouse is covered with black wood. On the wall facing the door is an extremely delicate and gorgeous oriental ancient painting. It is rectangular in shape, hung horizontally on the wall, and is four to five meters wide. It looks extremely majestic and exquisite.
The ancient paintings depict dozens of lifelike birds of various kinds, some fluttering in flight, some landing slowly, some swooping forward to peck, and some crying for food.
Red, blue, white and black birds, all large and small, look extremely delicate and gorgeous.
"What a painting!" Although Gallon didn't know how to draw, he could still see the great value and beauty of this ancient painting.
On the right side of the ancient painting sits a slender woman in black. The woman is rolling up her sleeves and gently pouring tea. The green tea slowly flows into the white jade tea cup. The clear and vivid green color makes Garon feel relaxed.
Inexplicably much calmer.
This woman has a delicate face and looks like an average woman in her twenties. She has a gentle temperament and slow and elegant movements. Her white jade porcelain-like skin seems to break with just a touch.
Garen followed the Lieutenant General as he approached, only to realize that the woman was not wearing a simple black dress, but a long black silk skirt with a long hem trailing to the floor, reflecting the mysterious and smooth sheen of silk.
Black hair, jade skin, delicate face, and a pair of enchanting narrow black phoenix eyes.
For a moment, Garen seemed to have returned to China in his previous life. The person sitting in front of him seemed to be a traditional classical beauty, gently pouring tea for himself.
The two sat down slowly. Garen was sitting facing the woman, watching with admiration as the other person pushed the poured green tea in front of him.
"I'm a rough guy and don't know much about elegance. It seems that you are Marshal Ulan, the leader of the Demon Elephant Sect?" He didn't say much to the other party and directly confirmed it.
"I heard that the leader of the Garen Sect is only about 20 years old. Now it seems that he doesn't have the immatureness of a 20-year-old youth at all. It's really incredible." The woman smiled, "Yes, I am a member of the Demon Elephant Sect.
Ulan. Marshal Leader is just a title, not worth mentioning in front of you."
"Time is running out, and I still have a lot of things to deal with, so let's not go around in circles. The current domestic environment does not allow us to continue internal friction, and the situation in the Federation is very troublesome. As for the matters against your family, I believe you should also know that these matters are not
I wasn't the one who started it. It was you who incited my senior sister to betray the family first." Garen calmly explained the cause and effect.
"This matter is indeed our fault. However, the Baiyun Sect was not within the scope of our fear before. This situation only appeared after you came to power. It is the law of nature that the weak eat the strong. Now that you are strong, there is no reason for us to collide with each other anymore.
Both sides suffer." The woman paused, "That's what I meant when I asked General Richien to mediate. Only the strong have rights worthy of respect."
"So what do you mean"
"We give up in the South and withdraw completely." Ulan calmly took a sip of tea. "We have also exposed Clark's matter, so we don't owe each other anything."
"How can you still come up with any tricks in the south?" Garen sneered, "I already have it under my control. This condition is completely insincere."
"Young man, don't be too arrogant." A chill flashed through the woman's eyes, "You are strong, but do you really think that the little strength you see is all we have?"
"Am I arrogant? You took the initiative to apply for mediation, but you didn't want to show any sincerity at all, and you still said that I was arrogant." Garen's face turned cold, "Don't think that I don't know that your headquarters is in the north. At worst, we will go to war, but I want to take a look.
Is the Demon Elephant Gate stronger or weaker than the Immortal Palace?"
"Okay, okay, don't get angry, both of you. Since both of you are willing to come over to mediate, it's obvious that you are coming here with sincerity. For my sake, both of you will take a step back." Li Xien spoke at the critical moment.
His face was kind and smiling.
"In this way, for my sake, the Demon Elephant Sect withdraws from the south. If future actions involve the south, it must be discussed with the Baiyun Sect in advance. And the Baiyun Sect will not pursue it anymore. In the future, it will inform the Demon Elephant Sect in advance when it goes to the north.
In this way, the north and the south will be governed. What do you think?"
"What if something goes wrong without reporting it?" Marshal Ulan sneered.
"Then being killed is none of my business." Garen regained his previous calmness.
"For the sake of General Richien, I agree."
"Then I agree!" Ulan gritted his teeth and answered accordingly.
To be honest, if Garen, the King of Nightmares, and Andrela hadn't appeared in Baigadi this time, and actually repelled the plan of the Immortal Palace, she would not have been able to ask for mediation so actively.
Garonne and Andrela are okay, they can be regarded as typical examples of people who can handle the situation head-on.
But the King of Nightmares is different. This guy can be male or female, big or small. No one knows his specific identity without taking action. And the most terrifying thing is that he is proficient in hypnosis and is known as the King of Hypnosis. Faced with this
The most terrifying thing about a person is not his strength, but his unparalleled ability to track and hide.
Facing such a person, no organization can hide. Once the war breaks out, Garen will get the help of the Nightmare King to trace the roots of the entire Demon Elephant Gate.
Ulan shudders just thinking about such a result.
Because of the bloody and weird way to enter the Demon Elephant Gate, there are almost enemies everywhere. Enemies are everywhere. Once exposed to the sun,
This is also the key reason why they unanimously requested Marshal Ulan to take the initiative to mediate.