Chapter 835 Imitation of Others (1/2)

The news of the fall of Tiandu not only set off a storm in Borneo Province, but also shocked everyone in the Nian Community Building in Dawn City.

The most interesting thing is that this scandal was not brought to the table by the alliance, but by the Bugla Free State, which the empire thought had "pretty good relations".

Although the relationship here is a bit convoluted, what needs to be said can still be explained clearly.

Since the relationship between the Free State and the Legion has always been good, and the Empire is the "ally" of the Legion, Duke Galawa has always regarded the representatives of the Free State as his buddies.

And profiteers in the Free State happen to be famous for making a fortune in silence.

They never choose customers when doing business, they only look at whether it is profitable, so naturally they cannot take the initiative to take off the empire. Instead, they have been hiding behind the legion and the alliance, quietly developing the market in Borneo Province.

If several senior salesmen of the Firestone Group hadn't been caught by Tiandu thugs, and the authorities were under too much pressure from public opinion, the Free State representative really wouldn't want to get involved.

As for Duke Jarawa, he was kept in the dark from beginning to end. It was not until recently that he even learned that Wu Tuo was no longer in Tiandu, but had hid in Jingallang Port.

And when he learned that the capital of the empire had fallen into the hands of a group of thugs, his eyes widened as he sat at the meeting table.

It looked like a stranded goldfish.

"That's nonsense! Tiandu... is in the hands of the rebels? Why didn't I hear about it! What's your motive in saying this now!" He stood up angrily, but he could only hold back an arrogant retort.

There were whispers in the hall, and expressions of surprise were written on every face.

These people are representatives of other small survivor forces, such as garbage cities and dam cities. They neither understood nor cared about what was happening in the empire, they were just surprised.

But the expression on Duke Galava's face is worth pondering.

That was his own family matter, why did it feel like he had just heard about it?

Looking at Duke Jarawa, who had a jealous look on his face, as if he had been betrayed, the representative of the Free State just shrugged his shoulders.

"Okay, just think I'm talking nonsense... Although I really don't expect you to be able to help, but judging from your belated behavior, I guess you don't even know what's going on in your own home."

The respected "you" turned into "you" unconsciously.

After a pause, he said again.

"We'd better use our own mercenaries to save people."

After the words fell, the scene was filled with whispers.

Duke Galawa, who was slapped in the face, was so angry that his nose was crooked, his shoulders couldn't stop shaking, and he pointed his finger at the arrogant and unreasonable guy.

"You, do you know what you are talking about! Sending troops to the territory of the empire is a violation of the empire's sovereignty! This is aggression! If you dare to let those mercenaries dare to set foot on the territory of the empire, don't expect them to come back alive! "

"Tsk...it's you who don't know what you're talking about, Mr. Galawa."

Looking at the angry Galawa, the representative of the Free State had a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

Even ridicule.

"Even if this is an infringement of sovereignty, what we are infringing on is the sovereignty of the illegal regime of the 'Janus Empire'. What does it have to do with Xilan? For us, employees are important assets of the company. Since we give them If you buy insurance, you have to make it work.”

After a pause, he looked at other people in the meeting room, especially Cheng Yan, who was sitting in the alliance seat, and Captain Benoit, who was sitting in the legion seat.

These are the people who can really speak.

"Isn't there anyone who asked this 'irrelevant person' to get out? The Xilan Empire is already a historical term. What else can he do while sitting here except yelling?"

Benoit, who was sitting on the legion seat, had an expressionless face, and his sunken eye sockets seemed to have stayed up for several nights, and he showed no concern for the proposals of the representatives of the Free State.

He is so troubled now that he has no time to care about his dog.

Cheng Yan glanced at Benoit, then looked at the representative of the Free State and the livid Duke of Galawa. After a moment of silence, he coughed lightly.

"The seats in the Nian Community are awarded to the residents of Borneo Province, not to a certain person, or an organization, even a certain royal family... However, I do not agree with the cancellation of seats in the Xilan Empire due to political turmoil. This is against the law. It violates the spirit of community and violates the rules we set.”

There was a glimmer of hope in Duke Galava's eyes.

Although he didn't like the alliance, and even more hated this "manager's follower", when he heard this guy speak for himself, he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth proudly, and looked provocatively at the curled-up Free State representative. .

However--

His elation had not lasted for two seconds before he fell into the abyss again because of Cheng Yan's next words...

"However, with the current situation of the empire, it is indeed not suitable to continue to attend the Council meeting. Even if they vote at the meeting, they do not have the ability to fulfill their obligations... Therefore, I propose to temporarily freeze their seats until the survivors of Borneo Province We will re-elect an organization or individual who can truly represent their ideas, and then unfreeze the seat as appropriate.”

This is entirely normal and reasonable procedure.

After all, the Slime Community is a slime mold research institution that discusses collective affairs in the wasteland. However, the current empire has not even wiped the shit off its own ass, and there is even a hidden danger of dragging the entire wasteland into their internal disputes.

Allowing such people to cause trouble in meetings is harmful to themselves and to everyone else at the table.

Before fulfilling their obligation to end the wasteland, the survivors of Borneo should put their own troubles in order.

Not wanting to look at Duke Galawa's pleading face, Cheng Yan looked straight at the front of the venue and said.

"Let's vote on it."

Almost all representatives in the audience gave the green light, only the academy voted to abstain.

It seems that apart from the alliance, only enterprises voted in favor out of complete goodwill. The other votes in favor were somewhat tainted with bad intentions.

After all, Duke Jarava is used to being arrogant and arrogant, and often offends people on behalf of the empire.

The situation at the polls was precarious for the Empire.

Although Galawa is full of dissatisfaction with the Sticky Community, quitting and being kicked out are completely different things.

Hurtting his face was more uncomfortable than killing him...

Duke Galawa, who was sweating profusely, looked at Captain Benoit for help. His pitiful expression was like a drowning man looking at the last straw on the water.

As long as the Legion exercises its veto power... all decline will be reversed!

However, what made him despair was that his closest relatives and friends didn't even look at him, they just sat there with cold eyes.

That red light signifying opposition...

In the end there was still no light.

The Legion abstained…

The empire's closest ally actually abstained!

Duke Galava felt dizzy for a moment, his eyes darkened and he slumped down on the chair.

He doesn't help me.

It has ended.

It's all over...

…

The meeting is over.

As the representatives of the Free State wished, the Duke of Garava left the meeting and was carried out.

This guy has a bad heart, but he would rather spend his money on wine and women than have an operation on himself.

Many people at the meeting were talking quietly, wondering if he could survive this time.

But it doesn’t matter if you can’t survive it.

The Empire's seats have been frozen and will no longer participate in the discussion of the meeting agenda.

The most proud person is of course the newly joined South China Sea Alliance representative.

The tens of billions of Xilan coins they borrowed had already been converted into silver coins at a discount.

If this empire goes bankrupt, those debts will naturally not have to be repaid...

After the meeting.

Benoit stood by the corridor window, looking at Dawn City outside the window for a while.

Hearing the footsteps coming from beside him, he didn't look back, he just said casually.

"Is there any cigarette?"

"have."

Cheng Yan took a pack of cigarettes from his arms and handed one to this guy's hand.

Taking out his lighter and lighting the cigarette, Benoit held it in his mouth but did not smoke. He just squinted his eyes and looked out the window, his face half sad and half confused.

After a long while, he spoke.

"...There's something I can't figure out."

Cheng Yan, who was standing next to him, thought for a while and then said.

"I can probably guess it."

Benoit glanced at him and suddenly laughed, smoke drifting out of his nostrils.

"Actually, to tell you the truth, I still learned from your methods..."

"You mean those rebels?" Cheng Yan was stunned for a moment, and then said with a smile, "What kind of... are you borrowing from? We have never done anything like this."

"You know in your mind whether I did it or not. I can't say it openly."

Benoit snorted and looked out the window, a trace of resentment suddenly showing in his pupils.

"But why?"

He clenched his fist tightly, as if he wanted to smash the window sill with his fist, and squeezed out the anger buried in his chest through his teeth.

"I gave them so many benefits and so much assistance... money! Arms! And experience and technology in struggle! But they turned around and stabbed us!"

"Can you understand that feeling? It's as if Lacy didn't rush to teach the empire a lesson when he left the city, but instead set a fire in Golden Gallen Harbor first! What would you think if that were the case?"

He and Huye did discuss some things.

Including communicating with some big figures in Triumph City, especially civil servants with higher military ranks than him.

The whole plan is very simple. The retired veterans and officers of the Wolf tribe took advantage of the public resentment in Xifan Port to rebel, killed a group of imperial nobles to sacrifice their flags, took over all the arms stranded in Shizhou, and then followed the roads and railway networks they built. Take Tiandu directly.

If the situation is optimistic, the empire may not even have a chance to react, and this "blood exchange operation" can even be completed without shedding a few drops of blood.

After all, the empire has no defense against the legion, and their reliance and hope on the legion has even reached the point of fantasy.

As for Sails Harbor, there is no problem.

The Lion Tribe nobles there are all a bunch of rubbish that can't hold up the wall. They don't even need to carefully select to find a lot of trash, and those people are no match for the veterans of the Gray Wolf Army.

In order to create opportunities for them, Governor Huye also deliberately took away his own bodyguards.

And those speculators who were among the wolves also promised them that after taking the guns, they would only liquidate the nobles of the empire and never touch the Weirant people of the empire. After everything was over, they would use this "restraint" as a sign of friendship between the two parties. symbol of……

However, the result was that those white-eyed wolves betrayed him without hesitation. They didn't believe him, who was still trustworthy, but they decided to cooperate with these guys who were even more untrustworthy to take a big gamble—— First build a broken ship to get full of hatred, and then bet that you can get a new ship before it sinks.

He was only thankful for one thing now, and that was that his daughter Penny wasn't there.

Although she didn't get on Governor Huye's ship, he managed to persuade her to go to Yongye Port before things happened.

Cheng Yan glanced at him.

Although he did not specify what he said, the general meaning was clear.

This guy wants to replicate a "Lasi" in Sails Harbor.

However, this guy obviously misunderstood something.

Although in terms of results, the emergence of the Mammoth State is indeed in the interests of the alliance, the alliance has really not actively exported anything to the people there.

Including the survivors' daily report in Golden Gallen Port, including the "Red Earth" anthology serialized in the newspaper, is there anything that is not the voice of the local survivors themselves?

"Do you think Lacy hates us? Do the residents of Golden Gallen hate us? Or...does Lacy hate the residents of Golden Gallen?"

"..." Benoit didn't speak for a long time, unable to answer this question.

Cheng Yan continued.

"Then if I tell you again, we have never supported the Mammoth State and the Yue Clan Resistance Army. We have even advised them not to be so anxious. Everything must be done step by step... Do you believe it?"

The manager is a person who disdains conspiracy.

Most of that gentleman's decisions were indeed scheming, and Cheng Yan knew this very well.

Although there are rumors in the public that Lacy received the guidance of a certain big shot, or had some endorsement before resolutely resigning and moving north, the fact is completely opposite.

That guy did something that caught everyone off guard - he gambled on an almost impossible victory with his own life and that of a group of people.

But it was that incident that made many people in the alliance sober up.

Not everything will go as planned.

They can no longer do as they please and must be careful about every choice they make.

Benoit still had a look of disbelief on his face, but he was no longer as sure as before.

"...Lacy was not ordered by you?"

Cheng Yan looked at him seriously.

"I swear to the managers."

"..."

Benoit said nothing, just stared out the window and smoked to himself.

It's not...

No wonder he couldn't copy it.

People are like-minded animals. Gamblers are destined to be with gamblers, and then be targeted by gamblers who play bigger games, and lose all the chips they finally got.

Although he was not at the end of his rope, Benoit suddenly felt very tired, and even had the idea of ​​​​retiring early. He no longer had the aggressiveness and high-spiritedness he once had.

That lonely look in his eyes, as if he had aged more than ten years in an instant...

…

While Benoit was smoking one cigarette after another, Duke Galawa, who was carried into the hospital, finally woke up under the rescue of alliance doctors.

"...Thank you for coming five minutes earlier. If you were a little later, no one would be able to save you."

He vaguely heard someone talking, and he reluctantly opened his eyes, just in time to see the doctor's face.

Although he never bowed to others with his stubborn temper, he couldn't help but soften his tone and lowered his eyebrows towards the doctor who saved his life.

"Thanks……"

"You're welcome, saving people is my job and my mission." The doctor in a white coat glanced at him, then looked at the instruments aside, and couldn't help but add another sentence, "If you have the conditions, If so, I still recommend that you get a bionic heart...it will be over sooner or later if this continues."

Galawa's eyes were struggling, and beads of sweat appeared on his pale forehead, as if he was hesitating.

Change your heart...

Wouldn't that mean cutting open the chest? !

certainly.

Of course he is not afraid of pain.

But... what if the manager wants to kill him and arranges for someone to stab him forward secretly?

Seeing that this guy was scaring himself again, the doctor said quickly.

"We will do anesthesia, and the whole process will not hurt..."

"No need, doctor," Duke Galava smiled weakly and interrupted, "I'm fine...Thank you for saving my life."

"..."

The doctor stared blankly at the stubborn old man, finally shook his head, turned around and walked out the door.

Watching the doctor go out, Niyang who was at the door asked quickly.

"How is he doing, Lord Duke?"

The doctor replied succinctly.

"The situation is basically stable... If you really want his best, you still have to persuade him to have the surgery as soon as possible."

"I will persuade him." Niyang nodded, told the doctor to go slowly, and then walked into Duke Galawa's ward.

When he entered the door, Duke Galava, who was lying on his back on the bed, was staring at the ceiling in trance.

Hearing the footsteps at the door, he turned his face slightly, then moved his stupid eyes back, looked at the ceiling, and said dejectedly.

"I don't think I'm sick... I wasn't like this before. I was quite healthy before, but since I came to the league... everything seems to have changed."

Looking at the sick look of Mr. Duke, Niyang couldn't help but sigh, but in the end he put the written resignation letter on the bedside table, then poured the Duke a cup of hot water and drank it. He said in a coaxing tone.

"It's true that the alliance is bad."

"They should not end the Wasteland Era, let alone let the people in the Wasteland see the hope of the new century."

"Everyone is mortal. There is no difference between drowning in reality and drowning in dreams... It's just different people's choices. We all want to leave something in this world."

Duke Ganava looked at him blankly, suddenly feeling that this slave was a bit strange.

Is this...his Niyang?

"For the sake of our acquaintance, I advise you to get a new heart for yourself. Even if you always feel that Mr. Manager wants your life... Now the empire is over, and soon you will no longer be a diplomat. Now that you are an official, no one will harm you anymore."

You are no longer worth being harmed...

Niyang looked at him with pity, but in the end he did not say the most hurtful words.

"Shut up...! You rat, what do you know!" Galawa, who was lying on the bed, opened his eyes wide and stared at this familiar yet unfamiliar servant. Out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly noticed something on the bedside table. That piece of paper.

"What is that...newspaper?"

Niyang answered truthfully.

"It's a resignation letter."

Jarawa's eyes were bloodshot and gradually turned red as he stared at him.

"Resign, resign?!"

"That's right," Niyang nodded, "Thank you very much for your continued care, but once a person has the ability to distinguish right from wrong, he will no longer be satisfied with being a slave. I choose to obey My true heart.”

Galawa sat up from the bed angrily, grabbed the resignation letter, tore it into pieces, and threw it into his lap.

"It is unheard of for a slave to resign! Let me tell you, Niyang, I am your master! What I promise you is yours. Without my nod, you can never leave!"

The hysterical voice sounded like a roar and a plea.

Niyang thought he would say some mean words at the end and return the humiliation he had suffered to him.

But now looking at this old man who has lost everything, he can't say those harsh words.

In fact, he is also a poor man.

Born with a golden key in his mouth, he had listened to countless flatteries in his life, but no one had ever respected him from the bottom of their hearts. They either blindly followed his stupidity or pretended to be confused and fooled him.

Niyang nodded slightly as a final sign of respect.

"You misunderstood, Mr. Galawa, I am not resigning as a slave, but I am resigning from all positions in the empire..."

After a pause, he took out the ID card from his pocket.

"There are no slaves in the Alliance. I am not a slave in the first place, and I have nothing to say."

Alliance’s ID card…

The dry Adam's apple moved up and down, and Duke Galava was completely desperate.

It seems that I have lost my reason to lose my temper.

This time he rarely got angry, but looked dejectedly at the man who turned around to leave.

"Where are you going……"

Niyang paused, but did not look back.

"To Borneo."

"Go wherever I'm needed."

…

[Yesterday, the editorial department of this newspaper received a telegram from the direction of Tiandu.

The telegram claimed that the remnants of the old empire had been wiped out by the King's Army. The new empire would be led by King Janusz, adopt a constitutional monarchy, abolish royal privileges and slavery, promote the idea of ​​equality for all, and lead the residents of Borneo Province towards a brighter future. s future.

It is currently impossible to confirm the identity of the sender of the telegram, but judging from the content, it should be someone related to the Heavenly King Army, or at least be authorized by its senior officials.

Since this newspaper does not have a branch in Tiandu, it is temporarily unable to know the specific local situation.

However, according to the reporter based in Xiangzhou, judging from the oral content of the refugees from Tiandu, the local situation does not seem to be optimistic.

The Heavenly King's Army is carrying out a "systematic" liquidation of the remnants of the old empire, and this liquidation is not based on explicit laws. Most of the time it relies on the "intuition" of senior or mid-level officers in the main jurisdiction. It seems that Janusz himself There is no intention to stop it.

Our reporter tried to contact the Governor's Office of Golden Gallen Port, but there was no more information from the Government Office.

However, based on limited clues, it seems that the "abolition of slavery" and "equality for all" claimed by Janusz have nothing to do with the Japanese and the aristocrats of the old empire...

Wasteland Era 214, January 15, the "Survivor Daily" Golden Gallen Harbor Branch reported for you.

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Golden Gallen Harbor.

In a noodle shop in the port area, a group of diners were reading newspapers while eating.

The illiterate dock worker listened to the literate clerk read the newspaper, and finally frowned, slapped his thigh, and muttered a curse.

"This Janusz is not a good guy either... This is too extreme!"

The people who gathered around to watch the excitement also nodded and agreed.

"yes."

"A bit extreme..."

"I don't think Janusz is a good guy... Fortunately, I haven't donated money yet."

Looking at these guys who acted according to the circumstances, the clerk holding the newspaper couldn't help but roll his eyes.

"Don't you support the King of Heaven?"

The short-haired dock worker smiled and looked aside.

The worker sitting next to him coughed and defended him.

"I supported him in fighting the empire, but I didn't support him in massacring the city... and I didn't support him in massacring the Wilantes."

This voice won another round of echoes.

"really……"

"Everything comes down to the same standard. If you do well, you should be praised, and if you don't do well, you should be criticized!"

"that is!"

The man reading the newspaper shook his head and put the newspaper away.

"I don't object, but there has to be a standard for good and bad, right? What's the point of being good sometimes and bad sometimes?"

The people watching the excitement also laughed and chimed in.

"You guys are really difficult to serve. It's hard to find someone who thinks the same thing as you, and you also require that the other person's ideas must be exactly the same as yours. How about you just do it yourself? Doing it yourself is not as happy as just giving directions."

Everyone was about to start a quarrel again, when suddenly a shout came from the door.

"There's something in the sky!"

As soon as they heard the exclamation, all the diners dropped their topics and bowls and chopsticks, and swarmed to the door of the noodle shop regardless of the noodle shop boy's obstruction.

"what?"

"Let me see!"

"Fuck!"

Everyone looked towards the sky and saw a row of light blue arcs across the sky.

Those who knew the product immediately recognized it, it was the plume ejected by the plasma engine!

"Plane! It's an alliance plane!" The expert pointed to the sky and shouted in surprise.

Upon hearing his voice, almost all the people on the street who stopped and looked at the sky had overjoyed expressions on their faces.

The Alliance is coming!

They're back!

…

The thrilling BGM filled the cabin, trying to cover up the roar of the plasma engine.

Sitting in the cabin, holding his ears with his little finger, [Yin Shi Yang Miao] couldn't help but complain.

"Damn... I remember Enterprise's killer whales not being such a big noise."

[No family] said with a playful smile.

"You are right, but the Overlord transport aircraft is a large aircraft independently developed and produced by the alliance——"

[Half Years Wasted] She covered his mouth with her hands.

"Okay, I know you have played "Wasteland Online"."

Reaching the sky in one step: "?"

While the four of them were arguing, Lao Bai, who was wearing power armor, shouted on the communication channel.

"Brothers, we have arrived on the east coast of Borneo, above Golden Gallon Port!"

"The legion wants to give us eye drops, so let's give them some color to see, so that they can heal their scars and forget about the pain. They have forgotten, but I have not forgotten, how they ran with their tails between their legs in the desert!"

"Hahaha!" There was a burst of laughter in the cabin, and Lao Bai also grinned. After the sound stopped, his expression became serious again and he continued.

"Remember, we represent the strongest corps in the alliance! Keep the "Player's Handbook" and corps disciplines in mind, and don't take advantage of the masses. I don't care what bad ideas you have. Since you choose to sit here, remember the rules for me. !”

The loud voice fell, and the communication channel immediately resounded with a roar of high morale.

"yes!"

The Burning Legion's benefits are the highest in the server. Not only does it include equipment and leveling, it also provides wages. Basically, once you join the group, you don’t have to worry about your gaming career or your life outside of gaming.

However, in contrast, the Burning Legion's entry standards are the highest in the server. Level alone is not enough. You must also obey orders and observe discipline.

Although the rules are somewhat strict, even harsh, few complain.

After all, if you enjoy the benefits, you have to bear corresponding obligations, which is fair.

If you want to have fun, you can go out and form a group on your own.

For example, Brother Mosquito used to be a member of the Burning Legion, but later he felt it was too serious and boring, so he quit the team and formed a more relaxed Goblin Corps. We are all still buddies, and we often cooperate, so our friendship will not be affected by different understandings of the game.

Another example is the White Bear Knights, who also flew out from the Storm Troopers and are now gradually growing.

The initial corps of the alliance are like novice villages, and many powerful individual players have come out of these corps.

The boss finally finished talking nonsense, [No Family] shouted with a smile.

"Boss, can we parachute down? I just want to show off and don't break the rules!"

He saw someone waving at him below. It would be a pity not to make a brilliant debut.

Lao Bai smiled and shouted.

"You jump yourself, I'll open the hatch."

No family members were busy saying.

"No! Brother, please pull the plane higher. I won't be reduced to a pulp now."

A strange combination of circumstances: "Hahahaha!"

There was laughter and curses in the cabin, adding a different color to the exciting BGM.

The corners of Fang Chang's mouth couldn't help but curl up into a smile, and he looked at the prosperous settlement through the porthole.

Haven't been back for a long time.

The changes here are so big that he, the designer, almost didn't recognize it...

The authorities of Kinggallon Port built a new military base for them in the suburbs.

As for Camp Rowell, which was originally near the port area, it has been transformed into a museum, and two service-type androids were even imported from the company to serve as tour guides.

"Speaking of which, do you remember what it was like here a year ago?"

Hearing Fang Chang's voice, Lao Bai grinned.

"I don't remember, but you know me. I'm a forward-looking person. I'm actually more curious about a year from now than a year ago."

Fang Chang smiled and said.

"Oh? Then what do you think this settlement will look like in one year?"

"Haha, it depends on what the local survivors think. All we can do is help them. It is impossible to carry them away."

Squinting his eyes and looking out the window, Lao Bai added another sentence.

"...No matter what it becomes, just don't change it back."