Eight Hundred and Fourteen, some People Are Happy and Others Are Sad

On the TV, the capital of the new puppet empire, Heathlia, on the tallest magic tower, the red flag of the new puppet empire embroidered with white magic eyes is slowly being lowered.

Because the new puppet empire wants to break with the puppet empire, the flag uses the opposite color of the original puppet empire flag.

That is to say, the flag of the puppet empire is a white flag with a red magic eye, and the new puppet empire uses a red flag with a white magic eye.

This flag, which has only been flying in Heathlia for more than half a year, has now been lowered again, in the tragic, new puppet empire's music.

The magicians of the new puppet empire watching the flag-lowering ceremony, as well as the aborigines who do not know magic but still love their country, watched their country's flag being lowered slowly, with sad tears in their eyes .

They know that at this moment, their country no longer exists. The hope that existed for thousands of years and barely survived the last war disappeared completely.

The reporters of the Alan Hill Empire stationed in the new puppet empire used cameras to record the expressions of these aborigines.

Some of them were crying bitterly, some were weeping with their heads down, and some magicians stared at the falling flag expressionlessly, as if they were brewing their own sorrow.

The moment the tragic music ended, the flag of the new puppet empire disappeared at the top of the magic tower. Crystal tears finally flowed from the corners of the eyes of these magicians, and their emotions also burst out at this moment.

"Woo..." A female magician hugged the sister beside her, and wept unscrupulously. Beside her, a group of male magicians did not dare to look at the top of the magic tower.

Sure enough, the music of the Alan Hill Empire began to play, and a huge, unimaginable black eagle flag rolled down at the top of the magic tower with the wind.

It rolled away little by little, almost blocking the entire body of the magic tower. On the flagpole at the top of the magic tower, it was exactly the same, except that the much smaller black eagle flag was slowly rising with the music.

On the background of the flagpole, sky warships hovering next to each other in the blue sky. Seven F-14 Tomcat fighter jets, dragging colorful smoke, roared across the sky of Sislia.

This world is always so unfair. When someone is sad, someone will be carnival and happy.

When the people of the new puppet empire mourned the whole country, and when they paid homage to their motherland in their hearts, the people of the Alan Hill Empire were jubilant all over the country.

Their empire grew again,

Their great Emperor His Majesty once again conquered his opponents. This kind of thing is of course worth celebrating, so in front of the TV, almost everyone is toasting and cheering, shouting long live His Majesty the Emperor.

Of course, the same sentence, this world is so unfair, when some people are reveling and happy, there are still some people who are sad and sad.

In a majestic and huge castle in the Alan Hill Empire, a rich man wearing gorgeous silk and satin hand-sewn clothes impatiently turned off the huge TV set on the wall in the living room, cutting off the solemn flag-raising ceremony screen.

He threw the remote control of the expensive LCD TV on the soft sofa beside him, and said dejectedly: "Okay, now it's over, the new puppet empire is already ours!"

Yes, he didn't think such a bloodless war was something worthy of his joy. Another nobleman in gorgeous clothes beside him nodded and echoed in almost the same tone: "Yes, the war did not break out, but the good has already happened." It’s a really gratifying thing to do.”

They are the victims of the fact that the new puppet empire surrendered without a fight. Like the sad natives of the new puppet empire, they are extremely sad at this moment.

A female aristocrat shook the bright and exquisite gold jewelry on her wrist, and said with a coquettish smile: "This tone is so sour that I want to laugh. But I really can't laugh, because we lost a lot of money, a sum of money. Big enough money to keep us happy for a long time!"

Her figure is well maintained, the jewelry on her wrist is also the latest style this year, and the colored gold is also the most popular gesture material at the moment—if it wasn’t for the wrinkles on her face that made her look sick when she smiled, it would be a pretty good one woman.

There is no shortage of miracles in this world. There are people who can build a super empire before the age of 30, and there are people who can become the prime minister of a super empire before the age of 30.

But in this world, there are more normal people who can only save a family business at the age of a few decades. There are many more, countless, poor people who have not been able to save a family fortune in several lifetimes.

The woman in front of her was lucky. After becoming a nobleman, her family had a big business, but she was almost 45 years old before receiving the inheritance from her father, and she was qualified to sit in this room.

Hearing her words, a fat man on the other side muttered angrily: "Damn it! Why didn't they fight?"

"Indeed... it can only be described as hell." An old nobleman nodded, making a brief summary of their conversation just now. Indeed, for them, this ending is really "the day of the dog".

"No one wants to see this kind of result. The result we hope is that the war is breaking out now. Our army consumes hundreds of thousands of tons of shells every day and drops tens of thousands of bombs every day." The Chinese clothing businessman who spoke first said depressed He opened his mouth and continued.

The people sitting here are basically merchants and nobles who have made war fortunes. They desire war more than they desire victory!

Regardless of defeat or victory, they can earn countless gold coins, so they are not worried about defeat, they just regret that a war has disappeared like this.

An arms dealer held a cigarette between two carrot-like thick fingers, and said proudly: "Hundreds of tons of bombs? As long as the war is not lost, millions of tons of shells will make people happy!"

"Hahaha! That's right." Sure enough, a group of people nodded in agreement with his point of view, like a carnival.

At this time, a man asked in a showy manner: "I heard that the statistics of casualties on the Demon Realm have come out. More than 4,000 soldiers were killed and more than 20,000 soldiers were injured..."

A rich man next to him heard the strings and knew the elegance, and quickly complimented: "This time you are rich! Your pharmaceutical factory specializes in the production of bandages and hemostatic drugs."

After showing off his "victory", the man hurriedly became humble, and put on an appearance that his income was insignificant: "How much money do I have? Wells, you produce real shells, tens of thousands of tons per day." shells, your profits... are enviable."

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