Chapter 493 Disposal of Spoils of War (1/2)
"...On behalf of the Falcon Royal Family, I hereby declare that the Falcon Kingdom's land and air forces will surrender to the Alliance, the Enterprise Expeditionary Force, and the warring nations such as the Lion, Honey Badger, Golden Lizard, and Hump from now on."
"From the date of the signing of the surrender agreement, combat units loyal to the Falcon Royal Family should immediately abandon their current positions and go to the Alliance or Enterprise Army garrison to hand over weapons and ammunition. The Alliance and Enterprise promise to ensure the safety of your lives."
"In addition, I would like to inform my subjects that the reason why the Kingdom has declared war on the countries of Luoxia Province is because the benefits granted by the Spirit of the Sand Sea have been declining sharply year by year, and the garrison expenses, royal expenses and industrial expenses have remained high. Due to the situation, it has no choice but to reach this situation. This is not my original intention..."
"...I hope you understand what I mean."
In the holographic image.
King Mongoth, wearing a crown and robe, sat in the office of the castle and read the edict of surrender facing the camera.
Just five minutes ago, he had signed a formal written agreement of surrender and delivered it to the Alliance's Burning Corps stationed in the castle.
This holographic image will be broadcast throughout the entire Falcon Kingdom in the form of audio and sent to all departments of the Falcon Kingdom Army through the command system.
It is foreseeable that the players stationed in Bicester Town are quite busy.
After finally reading the surrender edict in his hand to the end, Mengge paused and looked at the holographic image projected in front.
The man in the image is the manager of the alliance.
The man was younger than he thought, and completely different from the portraits his affairs officer had collected from the Honey Badger Kingdom.
Especially those eyes, as deep as the stars above.
Although he couldn't see much edge and sharpness, the dark pupils had a breathtaking penetrating power, making him dare not meet his eyes - as if he just stayed on those pupils for one more second, the secret in his heart All will be stolen.
"Do you think it needs to be changed?" King Mongot said with the attitude of a courtier.
Chu Guang was relatively satisfied with his surrender edict, especially since he put important things in the front and left the nonsense behind.
Regarding the Falcon Kingdom, he already had plans in mind, but there was no need to tell him at this time.
In order to thwart Griffin's crazy plan, the second thing he has to do now is to disarm the frontline troops!
Looking at the old man with a lowered eyebrow in the holographic screen, he spoke concisely.
"No need, just this."
Mongot nodded slightly, sighed in his heart, said goodbye, and then disappeared from the holographic screen.
Looking at the old man disappearing from the screen, Chu Guang turned his attention to Xiao Qi sitting on the pen holder.
"Did you get the communication interface?"
The Legion not only helped the Falcon Kingdom establish a relatively modern command system, but also provided a full set of information technology services to the Falcon Kingdom.
After all, having inherited some of the military technology from the pre-war era, the Legion still has its own skills in the fields of information security and cryptography, which even academies and companies will find difficult.
Not to mention a universal assistant AI like Xiaoqi.
To make a vivid but inappropriate metaphor, the Legion's information warfare defense capability is 4, and its offensive capability has probably degraded to 3 over time.
The companies are probably 3 and 4, and the colleges that are both concerned about by the legion and the company are probably 5 and 2.
As for a shelter with full defense points, it's probably 6 and 0.5~1.
This is determined by a range of historical reasons, including budget.
As for the countries in the Luoxia Province, judging from various signs, the only thing they inherited from the pre-war civilization was the "river embankment", and even this only inherited thing was given religious meaning because it could not be explained. .
Unless the Falcon Kingdom does not use radio at all for long-distance communication like the Lion Kingdom, but uses flying pigeons to deliver messages or fast horses, then with the information technology strength and encryption level of the feudal kingdom, this war will not need to be fought for that long.
Even an "attack power" of 0.5 cannot be resisted by the "primitive civilization" before the prosperous era.
Without the information encryption service provided by the legion, Xiaoqi could paralyze the Falcon Kingdom's communication system just like it crushed the network in the real world.
But this is no longer necessary.
The Alliance's Army directly obtained the "key" to the door from the Falcon Kingdom in a physical sense, and the signal repeater has been installed on the top of the castle tower.
"...The interface has been confirmed and the signal condition is good! Master, do you want to send the image just now to the Falcon Kingdom headquarters?"
"Well," looking at Xiao Qi with sparkling eyes, Chu Guang nodded approvingly, "not just the headquarters, but all combat units at all levels should try their best to distribute a copy...if it can be done."
Xiao Qi playfully put her right fist to her chest.
"receive!"
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The surrender broadcast was first broadcast in Falcon City.
Repeated over and over again through loudspeakers and loudspeakers all over the city.
After hearing the words of surrender spoken by the king to whom they were loyal, the guards in the castle who were resisting desperately gave up their last illusion and walked out from the attic of the utility room and under the stove of the kitchen with their hands raised in disgrace.
certainly.
Not everyone can accept such an ending calmly.
"Long live His Majesty the King!"
The muscles on his face were twisted with madness. A Guardsman pulled out the tab of the last grenade and was blown to pieces with a bang.
Others said nothing, put the barrel of the gun into their mouths, closed their eyes and pulled the trigger... choosing to die as a soldier.
But no matter what, it can't change the fact that they have been defeated.
It's all over.
Their kingdom was lost long before their Majesty surrendered...
The captured rifles were thrown in the hall of the palace, and the ammunition was kept separately in the utility room. The guards with their hands on their heads lined up and walked out of the castle under the supervision of the alliance soldiers.
A soldier stopped in front of Myrdal, looked at the commander with a bandage on his face, hesitated for a moment and then gave a military salute.
"Sir, where shall we... go next?"
Myrdal looked at him with complicated emotions.
"Go stay with your family."
The soldier was stunned for a moment, standing there at a loss, until his comrades came over and pulled him aside.
The unshaven man muttered and patted him on the shoulder.
"Let's go...go to my place."
Watching the two people walking away, Myrdal suddenly remembered that he seemed to have some impression of that young man... He was joining the army in place of his older brother, who had previously replaced his father.
The young man had no home to return to.
Myrdal closed his eyes in pain and was speechless for a long time facing the long queue.
the other side.
Standing at the entrance of the dungeon, Lao Liu in the corner walked up to Lao Bai.
"The royal family members have taken control, as well as the nobles who are attached to the royal family... Should they continue to stay in the dungeon? Or should they go back to their rooms to sleep?"
Lao Bai thought for a while and said.
"Let them spend the night in the dungeon and hand them over to the NPC who takes over here."
The old man in the corner made an OK gesture.
"Ook."
Before the airship flies over the castle, they need to stand guard for the NPCs of the First Corps for a while.
It's easy for players.
Just take turns to go offline and rest and that's it.
In addition to controlling the entire castle, Guangfeng also detached a team of 100 men to give up smoking, and asked him to take the herald appointed by Mongot and the deputy of the city defense chief Bofu to the south gate of Falcon City to lift the city defense. Defense of the army and militia.
There are also more than a dozen anti-aircraft guns deployed on the river embankment.
Before the airship comes here, they need to focus on destroying the anti-aircraft guns that have not been blown up.
On the way to the south gate of the river embankment, the centurions led by Qing Qing happened to run into the militia troops rushing to the castle to support them.
There were old people, children, and even women among these people. The hundreds of people in Wuyangyang only had about twenty guns, and the remaining dozens of people even held pitchforks and flails for threshing grain.
It was obvious that they didn't want to come.
Otherwise, the ten kilometers of road would not have taken so long.
There was no need for the centurion called "Quit Smoking" to be summoned. Beaufort's adjutant immediately ran forward, waving his hands and shouting to those people.
"The war is over! Throw down your weapons and you can go home!"
No one moved.
Finally, an old man in his fifties squeezed out of the crowd, stared at the adjutant and asked.
"Do you mean what you say? If we put down our weapons... Your Majesty... won't you hang us?"
The adjutant shouted, dumbfounded.
"Don't worry! It won't happen! His Majesty has surrendered!"
After confirming that their king had surrendered and that the broadcast just now was not a lie fabricated by the enemy, each of these militiamen seemed to be relieved. They dropped their weapons and farm tools with relief and disappeared in a rush. street.
At this time, a worker carrying a shovel emerged from the alley.
He was followed by a group of ragged men who had been following the Alliance soldiers for a long time since they left the castle.
Looking at the official who seemed to have some status, the dark-skinned man shouted.
"What about us? Do we... still need to continue to repair that Jima?"
The adjutant said dumbfounded.
"No... don't waste time. You all should go home."
The castle has been knocked down, so what's the point of repairing it?
These servants really have no eyesight at all...
When they heard that they could go home, everyone's eyes were filled with tears, and they cried with joy. Some even threw down their shovels and cheered.
"Long live the Alliance!"
Unfortunately, as soon as these words were spoken, the emotional guy was covered by his companions and dragged away.
The war is over.
But the city hasn’t changed its name yet.
It was still the same king who sat in the castle.
No one knows what the future will look like...
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at the same time.
No. 2 Oasis Eastern Front.
When he heard the news of King Montgoth's surrender, Prince William, who was sitting in the tent, was stunned for ten minutes.
Finally recovering from his surprise, he stretched out his trembling index finger and pinched his eyebrows. After a long time, he looked at the guard standing in front of him.
"...Play it again."
"yes!"
The guard nodded nervously, turned on the holographic device in his arms, and played the holographic image from Falcon City again.
In the light blue light particles.
The old king said calmly.
"...On behalf of the Falcon Royal Family, I hereby declare that the Falcon Kingdom's land and air forces will surrender to the Alliance, the Enterprise Expeditionary Force, and the warring nations such as the Lion, Honey Badger, Golden Lizard, and Hump from now on."
William stared intently at the old man in the holographic image, trying to find any flaws in his expression, his voice, and even the tiny pixels of light.
Unfortunately, he could not find it until the last second of the image.
no doubt.
That man is his father——
Mongot Falcon!
The supreme king of the Falcon Kingdom.
William closed his eyes in pain, his tall eyebrows full of sorrow and struggle.
Looking at the prince clenching his fists, the guard standing in front of him lowered his head and asked seriously.
"Your Highness, what should we... do?"
If Prince William refuses to recognize His Majesty the King's surrender decree, he will stand with the prince and correct the old king's mistakes.
The border of Oasis No. 2 is still in their hands.
Behind them are legions.
As long as Prince William is still willing to fight, they will never lose!
William was silent for a long time without speaking, his fists on his knees clenched and unclenched, and finally the reluctance, surprise and anger in his heart turned into a long sigh.
"Mikalit."
"Here." The guard said solemnly.
William paused and continued.
"...I never thought Falcon City would fall into the hands of the Alliance."
"We fought bravely for Griffin, for Triumph City, and for their marshal. However, none of the things they promised us... actually were not fulfilled."
The guard stared blankly at His Highness, vaguely guessing something from the look on his brows.
William did not look at the young guard.
He just suddenly remembered the words that the arrogant officer had announced to him unilaterally outside the Capital of Plenty.
When the war was not going well, the Wilantes would let them charge. But when it was time to retreat, the Wilantes would leave them behind without mercy and ask them to cut off their rear.
It seems to have always been this way.
It was the same tonight. It wasn't until the surrender order was sent to him that he realized that the royal capital behind him had been occupied by the Alliance.
The Falcon Kingdom has lost at least hundreds of thousands of young people to the war, and countless people have fled the kingdom...
And those Weirant people never regarded them as "one of their own".
He could wrest the throne from his father and declare the armistice invalid. The troops in his hands were loyal to the royal family, but they were even more loyal to him as the marshal of the kingdom.
He can lead his men to continue fighting and fight with the alliance and enterprises to the end...
But he knows.
Even if you do this, nothing will change the outcome.
If the Vaillants never considered them their own, then all the promises would be nothing more than lies to themselves and others...
They could never wait for reinforcements from Triumph City.
Even if we wait, everything will be of no avail.
"Order the entire army to break camp and set off immediately... Leave weapons and ammunition where they are, turn off the radio, and go to Bicester Town to surrender."
Hearing His Highness the Prince's voice, the guard's shoulders shook slightly and he looked at him in surprise, but in the end he lowered his head heavily.
"yes!"
…
It was not only Prince William and the Falcon Kingdom Army who received the surrender order, but also the legion headquarters with the highest command authority on the front line.
Every move of the slave country's army is under their surveillance, so such big news cannot be ignored.
After staring blankly in the south direction for half a minute, Griffin suddenly cursed angrily.
"This group of shameful traitors! Dogs that fail to succeed but fail to succeed!"
Not loyal at all!
His right fist hit the command table hard. He stared at the map spread out on the table, his pupils filled with bloodshot eyes.
What he feared most came true.
The alliance's plan from the beginning was to directly occupy Falcon City, not just a simple strategic bombing.
But he never expected that Falcon City, which had more than 5,000 defenders, would be captured by the Alliance's airborne troops of less than 1,000 people.
What he didn't expect even more was that the old man who was so respectful to him would choose to surrender so decisively...
The officers standing in front of the command table also had heavy expressions.
Counting the militias and urban defense troops from various places who were mobilized to the front line, there are currently a total of eight 10,000-strong teams on the border of Oasis No. 2, responsible for a defense line of 120 kilometers wide and 30 kilometers deep.
Once these eight teams of 10,000 people defected.
The defense line they finally built will become riddled with holes in an instant.
Unless they spread the remaining five ten thousand men across those empty defensive positions...but that would only make the situation worse.
The staff officer couldn't help but glance at General Griffin secretly, and lowered his voice to remind him.
"If the alliance's armored forces set off now, we will soon be divided and surrounded by them..."
"You don't need to remind me." Griffin interrupted him coldly.
The staff officer's expression froze slightly.
Several officers standing in front of the command table looked at each other, and finally looked at the adjutant closest to Griffin.
The supplies from the rear will be delivered soon.
But their professional intuition told them that even if they were delivered, it would be useless.
Their servant country has declared its surrender, and from now on they must face the survivors of the entire desert alone, as well as the expeditionary force from the east.
It wasn't just the supply of ammunition that was a problem.
Now even the supply of bread, beef, eggs and milk has been cut off. Without supply transportation from the rear, even if the Alliance does nothing, they will not be able to survive for long.
Unless they turn their guns and bring down the Falcon Kingdom...but this is obviously impossible. Occupying a kingdom is much more difficult than coercing a kingdom. They can't spare the extra manpower to establish a new puppet, let alone the alliance's army watching them from the side.
No matter what Griffin thinks.
They no longer want to fight anymore...
Under the pressure of the gazes of his colleagues, the adjutant looked at Griffin and lowered his voice.
"General...what should we do?"
Griffin was silent for a long time.
Finally, under the expectant gazes of everyone, he slowly spoke.
"Move to the military base a hundred kilometers away... Our reinforcements will be arriving soon." Glancing at the officers standing in front of the command table, Griffin said word by word, "Surrender is not in my dictionary. As long as I'm standing here...don't even think about it."
He was ready to go to hell.
For the city of triumph.
For His Majesty the Marshal.
For the glory of invincibility.
The moment they heard what he said, a pair of eyes instantly turned to disappointment.
Even despair.
They didn't know the plan in Griffin's mind, and they weren't prepared to be buried with him.
An atmosphere of silence spread in front of the command table.
Feeling the pressure of those pairs of eyes, the adjutant lowered his head helplessly and gritted his teeth.
"yes……"
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The next morning.
A strange scene occurred on the border of Oasis No. 2.
On the heavily guarded position, a large group of Wuyang Wuyang's people left the position and walked towards the desert empty-handed.
Another group of people also left the trenches, but retreated in the completely opposite direction.
The two parties seemed to have made an agreement, and no one interfered with the other.
"Oh my god...don't those Weirant people still want to fight?"
The Elf King Fugui, who was standing on top of the tank turret, held up his binoculars, looked into the distance, and suddenly smacked his tongue and said.
Groups of prisoners walked to the west gate of Bicester Town, and the commander leading the group was handing over to the officers assigned by the Alliance to surrender.
He looked around but didn't see the big nose of the Valantian.
No Warlanders were seen either.
"No one can go against the trend of history... just look back." Looking at the crowd of heads in front of him, Mole narrowed his eyes and pretended to say something that he didn't even understand.
At this time, Mengxin, who was leaning next to the tank, suddenly sighed.
"If this goes down in one shot... a lot of people will be killed."
Mole rolled his eyes.
"Then your account will be gone. Remember to sell the silver coins in your account first."
The price of silver coins has never been fixed.
Especially since there have been several auctions before. Although I don’t know what was auctioned, they were all sold for hundreds of millions or billions.
Although Meng Xin probably doesn't have much money in his pocket, it's not a problem to exchange it for one or two thousand yuan.
Na Mengxin was stunned for a moment.
"Ah... you also have a trading account with BAN?"
The Mole looked at him strangely.
"This is a closed beta game...the helmet was given as a lottery, so it's not unreasonable even if the closed beta qualification is revoked."
That Mengxin didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
"Gan! But this punishment is too severe, isn't it?"
Jumping down from the turret, Elf King Fugui patted this buddy on the shoulder with a playful smile.
"That's not the case. Every NPC in this game is set to have its data deleted when it dies. Don't say that Planner Dog wants to kill you. If he doesn't kill you, we have to kill you too."
"That's right," Irena nodded and said with a subtle expression, "...if we continue to fight, the settlement of the expansion pack will be postponed."
"The corps' collective score will also be deducted."
“Maybe I’ll miss the ‘wave’ event at the end of the year.”
"Hiss...that won't work!"
Seeing that everyone was looking at him with unkind eyes, Mengxin quickly smiled and waved his hand.
"I'm just going to give you a blowjob... I definitely can't trick you guys!"
He just thought about it.
The keys to the tank are in the hands of the commander, and those leaders who are in their teens or twenties will not accompany him to fool around.
What's more, the silver coins in his account are worth thousands of dollars.
The mole gave the newbie a meaningful look and said nothing.
But then again.
If one day a player suddenly sells all his equipment and sells all his silver coins on consignment, as long as the dog planner is not a pig, he will definitely know what he is planning to do.
Although he didn't dare to try it, he couldn't help but be curious.
Will the Dog Master use permissions because he suspects a player is planning to cause trouble?
I still know how to fish and enforce the law...
It's a pity that because of the BAN mechanism, even those who slip through the cracks without caring about other people's gaming experience will disappear from the forum because their accounts are locked.
Whether there is or not is impossible to know.
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The afternoon light shines on the streets of Falcon City.
For most residents of Falcon City, today's sunshine is particularly bright. This war, which was provoked by the ambition and stupidity of a few people, has finally ended.
Many people left the city early in the morning with wicker baskets on their backs, intending to go to the unattended fields outside to turn over some potatoes or wheat ears to cook porridge at home.
They haven't seen the sun in the suburbs for a long time.
Since the promulgation of the "Wartime Act" and the "Mobilization Regulations", civilians without titles need customs clearance documents to leave the city.
Worried that someone would flee to other oases with their families or hide in the forest to avoid military service, those nobles would rather let them starve to death in the city than allow them to leave the city to make a living.
Thank God.
It's all over.
No matter what the future will be, everyone is relieved.
Of course, not all people who left the city were hungry. More people mainly wanted to avoid the chaos brought by the war.
As the militia, city defense forces and the royal guards were disbanded one after another, the security environment in the city soon deteriorated.
There is no shortage of people who take advantage of the situation at any time.
Not to mention that among a group of old, weak, sick and disabled people, anyone with a little strength can be the king. At this time, if you take a rifle back home from the battlefield, you can be a "general" who dominates several streets.
In addition, the retired soldiers who were sent home are even more unstable.
However, the chaotic situation did not last long unexpectedly.
Perhaps they could not stand those robbers who took advantage of the situation and bullied men and women, so the soldiers of the alliance, as the victorious party, did not stand aside and watch the joke.
Instead, they took action.
They did two things.
The first thing was to convene representatives from various industries in the city to form a "Citizens' Self-Government Committee", select a group of young men from the retired militia, and give them weapons seized from the Guards and the City Defense Army.
The second thing was to punish those robbers who took advantage of the situation and even committed crimes in the streets with thundering means, and handed them over to the newly established "Citizens' Self-Government Committee" for disposal.
In the palace of the castle.
Several men with bruised faces and noses were kneeling on the ground, their hands and feet were tied tightly with ropes.
Not far from them, there were several old men, women and children, who were also brought here as victims and witnesses.
Standing with the Burning Legion players were representatives of the Citizens' Self-Government Committee. Some of them were tailors, some were stonemasons, and there were butchers selling pork. Some of them were holding "Eviscerator" rifles in their hands.
It can be seen that this is the first time they stand in the palace. Everyone's expression is very restrained, even nervous, and they dare not look at the king sitting on the throne.
If the soldiers of the Alliance had not asked them to stand here, they would probably have knelt on the ground like those prisoners.
Without looking at the people kneeling on the ground, Lao Bai looked at the old king sitting on the throne.
"...In the alliance, robbery is a felony. The highest sentence can be defined as a plunderer. All personal freedom, political power and even human rights will be deprived, and they will work in the mines like animals until they die."
As he said this, Lao Bai suddenly moved his eyes away from the king's face and looked at the civilian representatives they had selected.
"How do you deal with this situation here?"
Several people hesitated, and finally the butcher stood up and said viciously.
"According to the laws of the Falcon Kingdom... they should be beheaded in public!"
Hearing that he was going to be chopped off, the man kneeling on the ground immediately screamed like a mouse whose tail was stepped on.
"Wait! I'm a noble! I'm a baron personally appointed by His Majesty the King... The beheading law does not apply to me!"
Lao Bai was not surprised at the man's defense.
Except for those small fish and shrimps, those who are able to take advantage of the fire at this time are generally nobles who are exempted from military service.
Especially those nobles who are not big or small.
These people were unwilling to explain before because they were concerned about their face. When they heard that they were going to be chopped off, they immediately revealed their noble identities.
All five of them were barons.
The old king looked at them with a frown on his face.
These people simply embarrassed him.
Old Bai shook his head.
"Beheading is too bloody... uncivilized."
However, before those kneeling on the ground could be happy, his next sentence made them feel like they had fallen into a bottomless ice cave.
"Change it to hanging."
Hearing that they still couldn't escape death, the nobles kneeling on the ground looked at the king.
"Your Majesty!"
"Spare my life, Your Majesty!"
Looking at the nobles who were begging for mercy, the old king sighed and just wanted to remind them that they were asking the wrong person.
But there was no way, after all, they were nobles he had conferred.
He looked at the corps commander and whispered.
"He just... bullied a few civilians, is that so?"
You have to look at the owner before you beat the dog.
No matter how unbearable they were, they were still his men. He had already surrendered, what else did these people want?
Moreover, he didn't know why the alliance did this.
Was it to win the hearts of the people?
Or to humiliate himself?
There was no need to go to such great lengths to "perform this drama" for himself. What dignity did he, a king of a defeated country, have?
However...
That "Citizens' Self-Government Committee" always made Mungot feel uneasy.
Although he will grant noble status to civilians who have made military exploits, he has always been wary of giving power to people other than nobles.
Especially now, these people are not only given law enforcement powers by Alliance soldiers, but they also have guns in their hands.
Forced by the majesty of the royal family, these mud-legged people may not do anything, but it may be difficult to take these guns away from their hands.
Thinking of this, Mongot couldn't help but have a headache.
The temporary chaos in the city did not worry him too much. This kind of chaos was like a gust of wind, and it would just blow over.
But the things the alliance was doing made him feel uneasy.
It always feels like they have planted a huge bomb under their feet...
Lao Bai smiled and said.
"This is an order from the manager. Do you have any objections?"
King Mongoth immediately fell silent upon hearing this, and shook his head after a long time.
"No, please do as you please."
The words just fell.
Without even having to express their opinions, the citizens surrounding the prisoners immediately lifted up the barons who were kneeling on the ground and dragged them out of the door regardless of their cries.
Obviously.
They've been putting up with these guys for a long time, even before today.
The dragging action was not without personal anger in it.
Lao Bai ignored them and acquiesced in their lynching.
Although the manager's style of doing things was quite to his liking, he actually knew in his heart that Chu Guang was not doing this to express justice.
Just to throw some of the power out of the castle under his feet and distribute it to the citizens who are willing to be exploited by human beings.
Then the two classes of citizens and feudal nobles were completely torn apart...
As one of the means to abolish the Falcon Kingdom's war potential, this is more effective than destroying their industry...those consumables will never throw themselves onto the battlefield.
Listening to the desperate howls and rude curses fading away outside the palace door, King Mongot sighed and closed his eyes.
Even if he felt 10,000 reluctances, what could he say?
Even he himself is the trophy of the alliance.
And everything the alliance does is just disposing of its own spoils...
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(The book club group is exploding. You can add 2 new groups. Don’t always discuss dangerous topics. I’ll just create another group after it’s gone. I feel bad for losing your account... Hey, the chicken soup is not ready yet. , I don’t know why the stewed chicken legs are harder than leather shoes. Everything went wrong, I’m ten minutes late. Sorry!