Chapter 769 If You Want the Grass to Grow Well, You Must First Set It on Fire (1/2)

Governor's Office, Kinggallon Harbor.

One person was sitting on a chair with great dignity, and the other person was pacing back and forth in the office with an anxious look.

There were two cups of tea on the low table, one was still hot and the other was cold and untouched.

Lacy looked at Jodu who was holding his chin in deep thought and didn't reply, and couldn't help but cursed.

"...Can you please stop fucking around? If you don't feel dizzy, I feel dizzy just looking at it."

Jodu glanced at this guy, then looked out the window, sighed heavily and shook his head.

Seeing that this guy wanted to say something but didn't, Lacy's brow twitched fiercely.

"If you have something to say, just say it."

Jodu finally spoke.

"General, does he know why Mr. Fang Chang transferred you from the front line to the rear?"

Lacy picked up the tea cup and blew on it, and responded with a neither salty nor bland sound.

"Know."

Jodu's eyebrows beat hard, and he continued to ask while holding back his temper.

"Then why are you so impatient?"

"Impatient? Haha, the empire killed my compatriots and slaughtered my relatives. You ask me why I am so impatient?" Lacy raised his eyebrows, but his eyes narrowed to a slit, and two eyes were shot at him, "I spend every time here I don’t know how many families were destroyed in one day!”

"I will never forget what happened in Camp Lowell, and that damn thing is just a speck of ash on these four million square kilometers of land! A piece of grass! I tell you, I wish I could go to heaven and chop up that old emperor right now. My whole family demolished a thousand pillars in the city of thousands of pillars!"

Jodu wanted to say something else, but Lacy interrupted him.

"You are a member of the Snake Clan. Many of your compatriots died on Shifeng Mountain and in the Wasteland of Weifu. You have read the survivor's daily report. That kind of death cannot even be called cannon fodder, but that idiot Wu Tuo not only did not reflect on , overjoyed, and planning to continue sending people to that hellish place to die. Before you advise me, you might as well think about your compatriots—"

"enough!"

Jodu suddenly roared, interrupting Laci's chatter.

His chest rose and fell, and his face, which was full of sophistication, smoothness, and forbearance, showed a rare hint of loss of control.

A pair of eyes stared at Lacy, and he wanted to go up and grab the guy's collar, but he held back.

"I'm really worried about you! You're such a short-lived ghost. You don't know what's going on in the north. It's true that those idiots are your compatriots, but those guys are not even as good as the feudal lord's army. You go What’s the difference between going there and dying?”

There was a trace of surprise on Laxi's face, but she didn't feel offended. She just didn't expect that this usually unassuming guy would have such a straightforward side, so she burst out laughing.

"What a joke! A tortoise with a shrunken head can live a long life, why am I a tortoise? You laugh at me for my short life, and I laugh at you for living a long life. Hey, I'm going to take this short-lived ghost for granted today!"

Jodu didn't know whether to laugh or cry. When he saw that he was about to leave after drinking the tea, he went up to him and poured half a cup of tea for him before stopping him.

"My general, my ancestor, please consider the actual situation——"

Lacy pouted: "What's going on in the north that I don't know better than you? Don't forget that the battle report is sent to my office first! I'm thinking about it with the first-hand battle report. Isn't it better than you who are looking at the second-hand battle report? Are you a bunch of pig heads? Damn it, the more I watch, the angrier I get, so angry that I drink bottle after bottle!”

As he spoke, he seemed to remember those battle reports again, and suddenly started gritting his teeth.

Jodu sighed.

"But what will happen if you leave, General?"

Lacy said without hesitation.

"The Resistance Army is incompetent, but I am not incompetent! I, the Yue Clan, are even less incompetent!"

Jodu couldn't help but said again.

"What if we lose?"

Lacy said calmly.

"It's just death."

The room fell silent.

Jodu stared at him blankly, thinking that the short-lived ghost just mentioned was a joke, but he didn't expect him to be serious.

This guy really put his life on the line...

His Adam's apple moved, and he silently picked up his teacup and saluted the general.

"I didn't expect you to be so aware. I'm disrespectful."

"Don't be so stupid as to send me off. I'm not dead yet." Laxi clinked glasses with him and said with a grin, "But even if I die, it's better for me to take them to death." Such a half-dead coward did not bring down the emperor in the end, but chilled the hearts of the young people in Borneo. I am really unhappy!"

While the two were talking, footsteps were heard outside the office door, and a young man opened the door and walked in.

"Mr. Jodu, telegram from Dawn City."

"What's in the telegram!" Before Jodu could speak, Lacy had already stood up and asked.

The young man glanced at Jodu carefully and saw the latter nodded before continuing.

"Mr. Fang Chang said...it's accurate."

Lacy had an expression of ecstasy on her face, laughed a few times, and raised her hand towards Jodu.

"Farewell!"

After saying that, he walked out of the door without stopping for a moment, leaving only Jodu and the young man behind.

After glancing at the direction Lacy left, the young man glanced at Jodu again, and asked hesitantly after a moment.

"Mr. Yodu...is this really okay?"

He is from the Ma tribe. Although he was not a noble before working as a civil servant in the city hall, he was also a person who helped the nobles, so his family was quite wealthy.

For people like Lacy, his mood can be said to be both admiration and fear, with a hint of disgust.

The reason for admiration is that the old nobles and the old masters are afraid of this guy. The reason for fear is that this guy is not a good guy, and he is moody and ruthless.

As for disdain, it is mostly jealousy.

It is the City Hall that leads the locals to build railways, subways, and high-rise areas, but the middle and lower class civilians appreciate Lassi more because he kills his own people when he is ruthless.

Compared with Yodu, Lassi's prestige among the people of Jingalon Port is much higher.

If he himself has no interest in being the mayor, it would be difficult for the respected Mr. Yodu to compete with that guy... if he does not use tricks.

"Maybe Mr. Fang Chang has his own judgment." Yodu was silent for a long time and sighed softly.

Having been the "acting mayor" for so long, he has more or less felt that it is not easy for Mr. Fang Chang.

Most of the time, what he has to do is not to choose the best one from two reliable options, but to choose the lesser of two evils from two unreliable options.

Should I put out the flame that was finally lit, or let the fire burn and see what it can burn...

He felt that if he were in Mr. Fang Chang's position, he might make the same choice.

In fact, that guy is not that bad. A guy who clearly wants to be an emperor and a warlord is better than the Northern Federation's Chalas who shouts for freedom but becomes the emperor and calls himself the president.

The former can be changed for the time being, at least the young people in the Borneo Province do not think that equality is a scourge, and it doesn't matter what Laxi thinks. But the latter is difficult, right and wrong will be reversed, and only a vigorous war or a fire that burns to the extreme can start all over again.

As a reformist, he doesn't really hate people like Laxi. If you want to rank them, such people are always more likable than royalists, although he can't appreciate them either.

"Let's take it one step at a time." Yodu shook his head, returned to his desk, and continued to review the new textbook plan submitted by the Education Workers Association...

On the other side, Lacy, who left the city hall, stopped at the door of the city hall.

He suddenly turned his head to look at the Golden Galleon flag and the Union flag fluttering in the square in front of the city hall, then took off the officer's hat on his head and put it on the flagpole standing on the flagpole.

"You said you can't kneel, so I won't kneel today."

"In the future, the survivors of my Bora Province will bow and clench their fists instead of kneeling. Whoever dares to kneel again, no matter if he kneels to me or to someone else, I will saw off his grandmother's legs first!"

After saying that, he bowed three times in a row, straightened his back, turned around and left.

That day, the Golden Galleon Port City Hall accepted the resignation submitted by Lacy, director of the Civil Defense Office.

There were also 100 officers and soldiers of the militia who resigned with him.

It is said that Lacy went back to the barracks and gave a speech that day, and the number of people who submitted their resignations more than doubled.

Under the instruction of the governor's secretary, the authorities of Kinggallon Port approved these resignations one by one.

Those young men returned the military caps, uniforms and epaulettes issued by the authorities, as well as the guns on their shoulders.

From today on, they are no longer the awe-inspiring militiamen, but ordinary residents of Kinggallon Port.

However, when they walked out of the barracks, they were cheered by the survivors of the entire city of Kinggallon Port.

People gathered in the streets, throwing flowers to them, handing them fruits, and hugging them, as if they were seeing off a group of heroes going to war.

When everyone was complaining about the shamelessness of the empire, this group of young men stood up.

Their birth was not glorious, their resumes were not heroic, and their ancestors had no glorious military exploits, but everyone could see the courage and determination in their eyes to face death.

The young men walking in the crowd also raised their heads and chests, looking at the crowd who presented them with flowers, their eyes full of pride.

If you can have such a life, you will die without regrets!

Many of them remember it.

A similar thing happened once, on the day when the Empire was defeated.

It was just that the flowers were thrown to the people of the Alliance, not to them who had also shed blood.

They were not jealous of the Alliance for taking away their glory. After all, they knew that they could not defeat the Empire by themselves, and their performance was indeed not as good as those guys. A hundred people chased tens of thousands of people and jumped into the river.

However, even if they took the worship of the Alliance by the residents of Jingalon Port for granted, they could not help but feel a little envious.

Don't they long for the recognition of their compatriots?

And don't they look forward to those who have united!

Especially when they learned about what happened in Dawn City, Dawn City, Boulder City, etc. through those books and newspapers that traveled across the ocean, the light of their longing was magnified to the point that it became a new belief.

Miracles are not born, nor are they supposed to happen.

The awakening of the residents of Jingalon Port began with the "Survivor Daily", and the seeds of their awakening were planted from the moment they fought side by side with those people.

Someone must take the first step!

Now it's their turn to walk the path that those people have walked before!

As the young men walked forward with their heads held high, Palu, who was transferred from the Port District Police Station to maintain order at the scene, was looking for the leather shoes that were stepped on.

He spent half a month's salary to buy them, and they cost him more than 900 gallons.

Finally finding it in the corner of the crowd, he jumped forward overjoyed, held it in his arms and let out a sigh of relief.

"Thank you, Goddess of Horses, for your blessing!"

Muttering silently, he hurriedly put on his shoes and walked back to the crowd with his head held high.

He turned his hands left and right for instructions, and scolded a few children who were joining in the fun. When it got dark and the crowd dispersed, he wiped his sweat with great strength and walked to the lounge of the nearby security bureau to rest. A foot.

All the young men in the security bureau were talking about the empire angrily, cursing Wutuo for not treating the Rat Tribe as human beings and ordinary people in the empire as human beings.

"Of course it's good to join the Sticky Community! But can't there be another way? Mr. Manager doesn't force everyone to tie their heads to their belts to support the cause of all mankind. Can't there be another way? "

"That's right! You can obviously use the pension from the Nian Community to buy some industrial equipment, and then take some orders from the Nian Community, but this stupid witch has to pay for it with human life!"

“I don’t know where the money was spent!”

"Hey, I hope those boys can win..."

"Many stalls in the Kelaba market have donation points. Owners of dye houses and textile factories are calling for donations. I also went to donate some yesterday."

"Is it reliable?"

"Why is it so unreliable? The boss of Assassin Group donated one million silver coins himself! Are those big business people thinking about your little money?"

"Hiss...this money is enough to buy a tank!"

Scolding the Empire has become a fashion in Golden Gallen Port, and everyone is scolding it. Even Palu, who originally missed Nihak, doesn't like that outdated thing recently, and occasionally joins in to scold it.

But when it came to the boys who caused traffic jams and gave him a lot of trouble, he couldn't be happy.

Couldn't they just leave quietly at night without making any sound?

Especially those unlucky ones, who almost lost one of his new leather shoes.

But sitting here, he didn't dare to rebel in public, so he just hummed in a low voice.

"Ha, let alone that kind of thing, even giving them power armor is useless... Follow that drunkard Lacy, I'm afraid all your blood will be wasted."

Basak, who happened to be sitting on the edge of the crowd, heard the complaint. He looked at his colleagues in surprise and said in disbelief, "How can you say that to them?"

He was indifferent to things outside of work, but at least he didn't dislike those guys who dared to take the lead.

It would be beneficial if they really succeeded, at least there would be fewer innocent souls drowning in the Eternal River.

Seeing someone talking to him, Palu said with a contemptuous smile.

"Do I need to say this? How can that Lacy succeed? A guy born as a slave is nothing without the alliance. Does he think those people are afraid of him?"

As if he felt that just saying this was unconvincing, he hurriedly added another sentence, as if he was afraid of missing something.

"And most importantly, he has no thoughts."

Bashak didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"Then, what is that thing...are we talking about the same thing?"

He thought the old man would say that the boys didn't bring their guns with them when they went out.

Seeing that this boy was really young, Palu chuckled and raised the corners of his mouth as he spoke with family treasures.

"Gods are just imaginary shackles, thoughts are the sharp swords that cut off the shackles! It is better to rely on yourself than to rely on the sky and the earth. To get rich, you must rely on your hands and brains. Respecting others means respecting yourself... You guys have probably never watched Survivor Daily newspaper, how can you be a guard if you don’t even know something as important as thinking? The young man’s style is very problematic!”

Basak looked at him blankly. He really couldn't remember so much written in the newspaper. He only remembered that the guy from the alliance told him that the rat tribe could also be guards, and he could learn to read slowly if he was illiterate.

Facing the old man's reprimand, he felt a burning sensation on his face, and for a moment he reflected on whether he really spoke of equality in his daily work and in his dealings with others.

"Then...do you have that thing?"

Bashak asked this out of guilt, wanting to ask for advice.

But after Palu didn't want to hear it, the old man who was still proud a second ago jumped up as if his tail had been stepped on.

"How dare you say that I don't have it, you sly-looking guy! Of course I do! When the Alliance first came ashore, I knew that those guys who united everyone would definitely win!"

"Besides, if I hadn't turned a blind eye and let them go ashore, they wouldn't have won so easily. Why don't you think about why I work as a guard in the port area, and you are only qualified to do odd jobs on Knights Road? Mao? A tall guy is short-sighted, how can you, a hairless guy, be so short-sighted?”

Basak stared blankly at the excited old man and took a step back, with some pity but also some fear in his eyes.

What he was afraid of was not that the old guy had really opened his mouth and ruined the lives of those young men. After all, gods did not exist, but that he suddenly thought that there were all such guys on the other side of the river.

They were very much like the preface that Mr. Rat wrote for General Rowell's biography, and this time the L's were thinking about what the alliance had brought, just like they were thinking about the thousand dinars given by the Wilantes. good……

It is not difficult to kill the emperor.

But these people are immortal...

…

Dusk gradually fell, the night gradually deepened, there was silence and tranquility on the Yongliu River, and the reeds were green and green.

This is an undeveloped wasteland to the northwest of Golden Gallen Harbor.

This place was originally called Lucao Slope, but now it is called Dead Man Slope by the locals because all the drowned ghosts are buried under the reeds.

The residents who left the settlement saw him off all the way here and stopped going any further.

Lassi and his followers would board a boat at a river crossing, cover themselves as members of the Assassin gang, and move through LTTE-controlled territory.

When someone gets on the boat, someone gets off.

Looking at the poor people who were so grateful to the boatman for rebuilding their bodies, as well as the corpses hidden in the reeds, Lacy, who stood on the bow of the barge, had a look of disdain in his eyes.

He turned his back to his subordinates and said in a neither serious nor serious voice.

"...Have you seen those fleeing people on the Everflowing River?"

"They are like dogs that have fallen into the water, begging for nothing and crawling to the shore, as if they can live a human life by climbing on the shore... What a coward, good people don't do it, and they insist on being dogs. "

Everyone was silent.

Although they support Lacy and are not even opposed to him sitting on the throne, it does not mean that they agree with everything he has.

Except for the officers who were his confidants who initially submitted their resignations with him, many people followed him with passion.

There are many people who sympathize with these stowaways and come forward for the reason of helping them at their root cause.

When no one responded, Lacy snorted coldly, but changed the subject.

"But let me tell you, it's shameful to be a dog, but who turned them into dogs!"

"Are they their parents?"

"Is he from here?"

"Is it you?"

"Or Alliance? Legion? Ideal City?"

"None of them! It's that wizard, his prime minister, his ministers, and the thousands of slave-holding manors and farmers sitting in the manor! It's these people who eat people without spitting out their bones. The gadget turns people into dogs and distorts the relationship between people into dogs and dogs!”

"Today you follow me upstream, not only to save the people of the Yue tribe, but also to save the thousands of slaves! If I are crowned emperor in the future, whether you believe in me or not, I will never let Xi Lan People become pigs and dogs again!”

…

A week has passed since Lacy resigned, and the commotion caused by those young men has also been boiling in Golden Gallen Port for a week.

The entire settlement praised Lacy and the young men, even the old nobles who were most afraid of the plague god in the past.

port area.

The breakfast shop not far from the entrance of the Triumph Hotel has the same facade decoration as Dawn City. Occasionally, people wearing blue coats come here to eat, so this breakfast shop is also very popular among locals.

Two well-dressed men sat at the table, ordered three soup dumplings, ate them with ginger vinegar, and pointed at the newly released "Daily Survivor".

"Red Soil" has just finished writing L's story, and finally got to the point, but it doesn't talk about General Lowell, nor does it talk about the red soil. Instead, it uses the diary written by a madman as an introduction, and details the eating of soil mentioned in the prologue. got up.

Everyone who read the article broke out in a cold sweat.

The dirt chewed in the mouth is like delicious meat, and the bloody mud cakes are like human heart and liver.

The protagonist is a madman, and the madman's diary is naturally full of nonsense, but what Mr. Rat wrote seems to be true, which makes people wonder whether his mental state is normal, but when he thinks about it more, he starts to doubt himself, even with his mouth. The soup dumplings inside are no longer fragrant.

After a shiver, the two quickly changed the subject and chatted hurriedly about the "Union" that had been bustling in the city recently.

That was the name given to Lacy and the young men who followed him out of the city to fight to overthrow the empire by the young people of Golden Gallen Port. It was also the name they had placed on those people.

At first, it was just a name. Later, some radical young men registered the organization and registered a custodial account at the Golden Gallon Bank in accordance with the regulations. They actively raised funds for those people, and now it has the feeling of a group and faction.

Although Lacy, who is still on the road, may not recognize this "post-challenged" status, but presumably he will not refuse the equipment and money delivered to his door.

"I'm afraid that Lacy has bad intentions. I can tell at a glance that he wants to be the emperor."

"Oh, only you can see it?"

"Don't you think this is nonsense?"

“I looked through the old books sent by the Alliance, and I found that the history of the People’s Federation actually included a constitutional monarchy.”

The Niu tribesman sitting across from him widened his eyes.

"What are you doing that shameful thing? The People's Federation has been buried in the garbage dump of history! You still dig food from the garbage in the garbage dump!"

The horse tribe member eating soup dumplings gave him a helpless expression.

"But no matter how bad it is, can it be worse than Wutuo?"

The Niu people stopped talking.

That's true...

Who can be more embarrassing than Xi Lan.

Even he is half-royal and has a title given by the empire.

He usually didn't even like to talk about those things to others, for fear of being looked down upon.

In the corner of the breakfast shop, a rather mature young man sat there quietly reading the newspaper.

Several ordinary-looking but powerful guys were sitting around him eating noodles casually. Whenever anyone tried to come closer, they would dissuade them with their eyes.

Except for the guy who came over to refill the tea.

Looking at the newspaper held in the guest's hand, Zaid said in a very soft voice.

"The news on your page is talking about Youtiao Port. They plan to renovate the port and need more steel, cement, and workers."

Asin raised his eyebrows slightly and smiled at the interesting waiter.

"Can you tell I can't read?"

Zaid nodded slightly and said in a gentle tone.

"You are very enthusiastic about knowledge, but beef noodles are best eaten while they are hot. The soup will soak into the noodles and become lumpy."

Asin smiled lightly.

"You're an interesting guy. With a culture like reading books and newspapers, why don't you go to teach and come here to serve tea and water?"

This man looked familiar, as if he had seen him in the Triumph Hotel, but he was probably fired for some reason.

He could think of the reason, and he probably talked too much while the guests were eating.

This is not a good practice.

That's why I met myself, a grassroots person who came from the bottom and didn't have the same experience as him. In addition, this is the territory of the alliance, so he has to act like a good gentleman.

If it were a guy with little ambition, he would definitely have to argue with him.

Of course, it doesn't rule out that this brother got together because he knew he wouldn't have the same experience as him.

Hearing the frivolity in the voice, Zaid smiled lightly without caring.

"Teaching can't change the empire. If I teach one person or ten people, it won't change anything."

As if he heard something funny, Asin laughed out loud and put down the newspaper in his hand.

"You are an interesting guy. I praised you for being educated, but you stuck a green onion up your nose. Then tell me, being a waiter... how can you change the empire?"

Not only did Asin laugh out loud, but the gang members sitting nearby also laughed.

Except Kunal who is stupid and stupid.

He didn't find it funny, but simply curled his lips in disdain.

These days, everyone is talking about rebellion. Even the waiter at the breakfast bar is daydreaming about the blue sky.

The owner of the noodle shop winked wildly in this direction, almost crying, trying to push Zaid away from the god of plague.

This brother is the leader of the Assassin Gang!

Who in this port doesn't know what kind of business he is doing?

If it makes him unhappy, I'm afraid someone will have to fish it out from the Yongliu River.

However, Zaid seemed not to see it.

He didn't care about the job he was doing, just as he never cared about the job at the Triumph Hotel.

He came here to work just to wait for the attention of a noble man, and now he has waited.

As for whether he can succeed, it depends on God's will. Anyway, this is not the first time he has failed.

With a faint smile, Zaid continued.

"Being a waiter can't change the empire, but it can help me save money for travel expenses."

When he heard that he was a "Tao Ren'er" who saved up money to buy a boat ticket, Asin looked down upon him even more, but he didn't show it on his face and just picked up his chopsticks to eat the noodles.

"... Chip Port, hey, it's a good place, but it only welcomes guys who work hard. I advise you to change your habit of being high-minded and low-handed, and work slowly and slowly. It's not like the people of Golden Gallon Port at all. , I’m afraid even the noodle shop guys can’t do it well.”

He was somewhat annoyed.

However, what he didn't expect was that the guy said.

"What kind of French fries port are we going to? I'm going to Dawn City."

"What are you doing there?" Asin stopped using his chopsticks and glanced at him one more time, but he didn't want the guy to say something shocking.

"Lasi can't do it, and Jodu can't do it. No one in the entire Golden Gallon Port can save Borneo Province. There is no one in ten thousand chance that what happened in Boulder City will happen again here... They all lack one thing. , and that thing is in Dawn City."

Staring at the astonished Assin with sharp eyes, Zaid put his hands on the table.

“I don’t want to watch the youth of Borneo bleed in vain, I have to go there and bring it back!”