Chapter 843: Too Anxious to Eat Hot Tofu (1/2)

Military base airport.

The Alliance's Foreign Minister Cheng Yanzheng had a friendly conversation with the senior officials of Jingallan Port, while the players of the Burning Corps stood in the distance and watched the excitement.

It was different from the crowd of onlookers at Golden Gallen Port.

These players are not curious about what Cheng Yan looks like. After all, they can occasionally meet him on the streets of Dawn City.

They just want to know whether this battle will be fought and when it will start.

"Ah sneeze!"

[Without Family] who was squatting on the stone pier suddenly squirted without warning and almost fell off the stone pier.

This was already the tenth sneeze he had sneezed today.

[Yin Xiang Miao] who was squatting aside glanced at him and said with a strange expression.

"Are you catching a cold?"

Logically speaking, this situation is very rare.

Even if this guy is an intelligence type, after two awakenings, his physical attributes must be twice those of an average person.

No family members were rubbing their red noses and muttering curses.

"I don't know...MMP, can you catch a cold in the game?"

He didn't feel uncomfortable at all, but he kept sneezing during this time.

[Half step wasted] patted his shoulder and said with a smile.

"Young man, please pay attention to your health. If you really can't do it... consider reopening?"

[Reaching the sky in one step] immediately intervened.

"Bring me something when you pass by Dawn City."

"Get out of here." None of the family members rolled their eyes angrily, but they couldn't help but "sneeze" again.

Yin Qiyang mistakenly smiled as he squatted aside.

"Perhaps someone is thinking about you. Tell me honestly, are you hooking up with some NPC like Ling Chong?"

Ling Chong: "???"

No family member answered his question with a blank stare or a middle finger.

Looking at these noisy guys, Erliang Yueguang sighed with emotion.

"This game is so real."

…

"Family, one chopstick is easy to break, but if you hold ten chopsticks in a bundle, it won't be so easy for us to break them!"

The slums of Sailsport.

Low shacks grew again on the land that had been plowed by artillery fire.

Most people who are too smart are forgetful, and this is the case with most people in Borneo.

Although the legion killed many people here more than a month ago, it did not affect the group of people who were not killed to work for the legion.

This matter has been overturned.

Almost everyone thinks so, and some even come from the Lion State next door, which is the territory of Borneo.

No matter how delicious the cakes painted by Abu Saik are, it cannot change the fact that they are poor.

Although the legion didn't give much, it was money at least, and I could get hundreds of dinars a week.

This lucrative salary is almost unimaginable to locals.

You know, it only costs a thousand dinars to buy a slave.

The three or four months' wages saved are enough to buy a wife in a poor village!

Even during this period, most of what they moved ashore were arms used to attack Borneo...

There is no light in the crooked shack, and the workers obviously do not regard this place as their own home, but just mess around casually.

However, in one of the low shacks, bursts of exciting sounds floated out from time to time.

Like a glimmer of light in the darkness.

I saw a family member tied with green gauze standing in the shack, preaching passionately.

And in front of him, the dripping eyes were shining in the darkness.

At this time, a hand was raised, and a thin young man spoke tremblingly.

"Boss..."

"Call me family, we are all family, no one is older or older." The green family member looked at him amiably, as if he were his own family, "I think you have some problem, tell me and let me listen. Listen and see if I can help you figure it out."

He had never been treated so kindly before, and the eyes of the rat tribe boy were slightly red.

He was alone a long time ago and only remembered that his name was Amin.

He was like a piece of duckweed, floating wherever he went, but he didn't expect to feel the warmth of a father from a person now.

In fact, compared to money or no money, this was the real reason why he joined the family association.

When working for other gangs, he would have to call the foremen master, but here, the foremen would call him family and really treat him like one.

He longed to have a family.

Even more eager to be treated like family by others!

Worried about being laughed at, A Ming hesitated for a long time before speaking in a low voice.

"Excuse me...what are chopsticks?"

Hearing his question, the green family did not laugh at him, they just smiled kindly and explained.

"It is a tool for eating. It is more hygienic than eating with your hands. It was passed down from our friend alliance."

"Wei, what is hygiene?" Soon another young man asked curiously, his eyes shining with yearning for the alliance.

Tools for eating!

Then there should be a lot of food to eat, right?

The green family smiled kindly.

"Hygiene... means clean. According to scientific explanation, most diseases come from eating unclean things. For example, hands that have touched dirty things are unclean. Eating with chopsticks can prevent the occurrence of many diseases. "

The eyes of the people in the shack shone brighter, as if they had really seen that day.

They have endless food and don’t have to eat dirt anymore.

Not only do they not use it, but so do their children.

And be able to sit at the table like decent children, using cutlery instead of their hands.

“…Whether it’s disease or hunger, it’s something we want to eradicate.”

With a hint of excitement in his heart, A Ming asked.

"Then...how should we eliminate it?"

“By unity!”

The green family members had warm smiles on their faces, responding to the expectant eyes.

"As long as we are united enough, just like the survivors in Dawn City, Boulder City... thousands of survivors! From now on, everyone can use chopsticks and everyone can eat enough. Rice, and clean rice!”

There was thunderous applause in the dark shack.

Although he didn't seem to answer any specific questions, the abstract answer seemed to speak to everyone's heart.

That was the answer in their minds.

Someone spoke up for them.

Two workers from Boulder City stood at the door, listening to the thunderous applause. One had a happy smile on his face, while the other had mixed emotions.

"If you want to have a full meal, you have to farm. If we just unite, we can only starve together. In any case, theory cannot replace practice. Although they do a good job, I am always worried that they will go to the other extreme."

His name is Eugene, one of the witnesses of the great changes in Boulder City, and a comrade of Lovett, the president of the Boulder City Workers' Association.

During that cold winter, he used his hammer and craftsmanship to make a stove for his fellow workers in the prison.

One day he heard about these survivors in need of help in a tavern, so he resolutely embarked on the journey.

Saving others is also saving yourself.

This was the consensus among all the workers, and he had no doubt in his mind.

Zaid, who was open-minded and studious, found the Workers' Association, and he came here from Golden Gallen Port under the introduction of the Workers' Association.

However, after working at the Family Club for a while, he always had an indescribable feeling.

The worker standing next to him didn't take it seriously and joked with a smile.

"But you also said they did a good job."

Ou Ren's Adam's apple moved and he spoke reluctantly.

"I admit, they are really growing their membership very fast, even faster than us. It took Sberg a month to read the newspaper and they only gathered one person in the beer hall, but it only took them a week to grow to thousands of people. arrive……"

"Then what are you still worried about?"

The worker next to him patted him on the shoulder and gave him a comforting smile.

"As we said, theory cannot replace practice. We have to give them some time to explore. Don't forget the lessons of Golden Gallon Port. Why can "Daily Survivor" blossom and bear fruit, but we are running into walls everywhere?"

Ou Ren looked at him blankly, and finally shook his head.

"I hope you're right..."

They did encounter obstacles repeatedly at the Golden Gallen Port, but he did not think that was the reason for the failure of localization, but more because the industrialization of the Golden Gallen Port had not yet been completed, and the local industrial workers did not yet have a sense of unity.

On the other hand, their opponents have accumulated rich "struggle experience" in the alliance, and even before they came to Golden Gallon Port, they took the initiative to share part of the cake to win people's hearts.

It's the same thing in Mammoth Country.

That Liszt even took the initiative to build dormitories for local workers and schools for their children, making those workers live more comfortably than soldiers, so much so that those workers had a sense of honor when they went to work.

Under such a premise, it is inevitable that they will hit a wall.

Eugene didn't think this was a lesson from failure, but rather a reflection of the success of their work.

Even if the local workers do not agree with them, in terms of results, they still live a better life than before.

Although other members of the Workers' Association are not satisfied and believe that the minimum wage in Borneo is still too low, he is still quite satisfied with the result.

Rushing for quick success is not a good thing.

Although there are different situations in different places, their transformation achieved final victory precisely because of restraint...

"I'm just worried that we're a little too impatient."

…

On the other side, there was also a low shack, but there was a candle lit on the table.

Sitting next to the candlelight, Zaid was checking the account books and rosters in his hands, and a kind smile gradually appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Just now, the number of members of the Family Club officially exceeded 10,000!

Although he has not yet told his friends in the Workers' Union about the good news, he can already imagine the incredible expressions on the faces of those "investors".

This is an absolute miracle.

And it is a miracle that can only be born in Borneo Province.

"You know, Sava... the most brilliant business model is actually religion. Compared with religion, those messy ways of making money are not worth mentioning at all."

There are many labor agencies at the port, but none of the agency's workers can compare with the workers from the family union.

Their workers are the most capable and more united, which is why the docks and factories are willing to give them more jobs and pay extra money for the overfulfilled efficiency.

Digging out 0.5 dinars in one hour is 4 coins in 8 hours.

Each person contributes 28 dinars to his family every week, which is 280,000 dinars for 10,000 people!

It's already a huge sum at this point.

3~5 dinars are exchanged for one silver coin, which is a compromise of 70,000 silver coins!

A gun only costs one or two hundred silver coins, which is enough to arm a company of troops!

Lower the standard a little, and even two or three companies can get it together!

Although he is still far from realizing his ambition, this is undoubtedly a good start.

Standing next to Zaid, his little follower Sawa whispered.

"But sir...the gangs at the port seem dissatisfied with our approach."

Zaid chuckled and curled his lips in disdain.

"You don't care what they do, they are just a bunch of sewer rats."

Sava was still a little worried.

He was actually not very afraid of those big noses, but he was worried about those vicious gang members.

Those people look like outlaws at first sight.

And the Weirant people will not care about their cannibalism.

"But...those guys are a violent group after all. If we cut off their financial resources, they will definitely retaliate against us..."

Looking at Sava with worry written on his face, Zaid just smiled faintly.

"My dear Sava, you are still too young. Even those violent groups dare not look down on us. Why do you have the illusion that we are not a violent group?"

Sava was a little confused.

He clearly remembered that Mr. Zaid told him what they were going to do when they returned to Borneo.

Why have you become a gang member now?

Zaid gently closed the roster in his hand and said in a very soft voice.

"If the nobles in the inner city had not thrown Sberg into jail, the prison in Stone City would not have been filled with people in just a few days... Do you understand what I mean, Sava."

Sava shook his head blankly, then nodded again after a while.

"Are you trying to... imitate Mr. Sperger?"

Zaid suddenly laughed, and after about half a minute, he shook his head gently as if he had laughed enough.

"So I say you are still too young, and you only see the surface of the problem but not the essence."

"Essence?" Sava looked at him blankly.

Zaid nodded slightly.

"That's right."

The smart little girl thought he didn't know the history of Boulder, but the opposite was true.

While a group of people were still chasing Boll, he had already passed through the core of the story and found the bloody heart.

That is what is buried under the white snow of Boulder City, that is the sword that can kill everything.

Even if it is an unkillable ideal.

"...Change means blood exchange. How can there be no bloodshed in blood exchange? You can follow me and do big things without even having the slightest bit of consciousness."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a sudden commotion outside the window.

It was accompanied by curses and shouts.

"right here!"

"The place where those cultists hold classes!"

Faintly, he also heard the roar of his friend from Boulder City.

Savoie remembered that the gentleman's name was Eugene, and he seemed to be a blacksmith.

But that gentleman was not only good at blacksmithing, he was also knowledgeable in carpentry and chemistry, and even knew some cooking skills. He was a master of stews that even professional chefs would be inferior to.

The gentleman said that he learned his skills from a cannery worker while he was in prison.

"What are you doing-"

The gentleman's roar was interrupted by an angry yell.

"What are you doing? What I do is you guys who ruin people's wealth!"

"Brothers! Hit me!"

Realizing that something was wrong, Savoie quickly rushed to the window and saw a scene that horrified him.

I saw a group of men carrying sticks and knives and forks walking through the slum alleys and rushing into the place where they were attending class.

It's from the Black Rat Gang!

In Saifan Port, it is the largest gang after the Assassin Gang!

The panic in Sava's eyes was even stronger. He had never seen such a barbaric scene before, and his shoulders couldn't help shaking.

Through the gap in the window, he watched helplessly as the teacher in class was dragged out.

The green gauze wrapped around the man's arm was stained red with blood, and all the thugs beat him as if to scare the monkeys.

Seeing the green family being beaten up, the family members in the shack were frightened and ran away with their heads in arms, while other workers in the slum gathered around to watch the fun.

"Help..." The man who was pushed to the ground and beaten screamed for help as he was dying.

Ou Ren's eyes widened and he wanted to rush forward, but was pinned to the ground by a few guys with rats tattooed on their arms.

"You bunch of robbers!" Another worker did the same, staring with red eyes.

At this moment, the young man named A Ming suddenly broke out.

"Ahhh! I will fight with you!!!"

Alone and skinny, he looked like an enraged calf at this moment. He grabbed a dagger he picked up from nowhere and rushed forward to stab the nearest thug in the thigh.

The blade accidentally cut open the artery, and blood spurted out like a crossbow arrow.

"Ahhhh! My legs! Damn! You're going to get a thousand cuts, beat him up——"

The thug screamed in pain, but his face became paler and his voice became softer and softer.

Seeing the tragic situation of his companions, the thugs next to him were not afraid. Instead, they were angered by the spurting blood. They rushed towards the young man with the guy in his hand.

But this time it was different from before.

Perhaps inspired by the young man's bravery, the surrounding family members were no longer afraid. Instead, they picked up the guy at hand and rushed towards the group of tattooed thugs.

"What the hell, do you think I'm easy to bully?"

"Brothers beat him up!"

“For the family!!!”

"Fight them!!"

The surrounding workers rushed forward.

Whether it was the family members of that family association or the workers from other gangs, they were all united around the boy at this moment.

They have long been dissatisfied with the rules on this dock.

They use their own blood and sweat to exchange money with those Weirant people, and they have to let people take a cut of it. What's the point? !

Now, finally, a family member who doesn't charge agency fees has appeared. They finally see a little hope of a better life, but some people want to kill this hope.

At this moment, this group of angry workers vented all their usual dissatisfaction with these gangs.

Even the laborers registered to work in the Black Rat Gang pretended to turn a blind eye when they saw the thugs of their gang being beaten, and even spat quietly.

Seeing this group of workers breaking out, the thugs with tattoos on their arms were immediately frightened. For a while, they were beaten with sticks until their heads flew away, and some even knelt on the ground begging for mercy.

Sawa, who was standing by the window and watching, swallowed, turned around and wanted to rush out the door, but was stopped by Zaid's hand.

"what are you going to do?"

"I have to persuade them! If this continues, people will die!"

Sava's face was full of anxiety, but Zaid had no intention of letting go, and just looked out the window expressionlessly.

After another five or six minutes, a gunshot rang out at the end of the street, and several Wilant soldiers walked into the slums.

Hearing the thunderous gunshot, everyone who was shouting and shouting stopped immediately, and all looked at the big noses with their necks shrinking.

The people standing on the edge of the crowd began to leave quietly, and the originally crowded alley suddenly emptied out unconsciously, leaving only a dozen or so people standing in the middle of the alley, fearful and afraid to move.

With a toothpick between his teeth, Peter glanced coldly at the bruised and swollen gang member, and then took a special look at the boy holding the dagger.

"What are you doing making such a noise! ​​If you have the strength to fight, you might as well go work on the dock!"

The ferocious voice echoed in the alley, and no one dared to look into his eyes.

Peter's eyes became even more contemptuous.

He looked down on these guys from the bottom of his heart.

Either there is a gangster in the nest, or they pick on the weak.

He dropped the toothpick in his mouth and shouted at the miserable guys lying on the ground.

"Get up for me if you can still move. Your leg is broken, right? Wait for me to repair it for you?"

"Yes, yes - oh no! No, no!"

Hearing the impatience in the voice, the thugs who were still lying on the ground screaming hurriedly got up from the ground.

They nodded and bowed and said thank you to the Wilant soldiers, then ran dejectedly towards the entrance of the alley, and glared at the group of workers before leaving.

Watching those people leave, Peter stepped forward and picked up Ou Ren, who was sitting by the wall, from the ground.

With his bloody mouth grinning, Ou Ren stared at the big nose with a sneer on his face.

People here are afraid of this guy, but he is not.

After all, he is a citizen of the Alliance, and he came in with an electronic passport.

Pete didn't hit him, he just pushed him and then patted him hard on the collar.

It's like helping him straighten his clothes.

However, anyone with a discerning eye can see how hard this ten-capion commander struck.

"...We are watching you," Peter squeezed out these words through his teeth, leaning close to Oren's ear. "If you dare to cause trouble on our territory, I will throw you into the sea to feed the fish." ”

That threatening voice wasn't kidding.

But Ou Ren just grinned and spit blood on the side.

"Making trouble? In the territory of the Weiland people, is teaching poor people to read also called making trouble? Then please speak out openly at the sticky community meeting! Also, don't scare me there, if I'm afraid If you die, you won’t come out of that giant wall!”

"Haha, I hope you can be as brave as you are today when the knife is placed on your neck."

Peter sneered and didn't look at him again. He just made a sign under his hand to stop the team and walked out of the alley.

Watching the Vallant soldiers leave, the workers who stood motionless finally breathed a sigh of relief and began to clean up the mess in front of their homes and pick up the garbage scattered on the ground.

Just then, a man with compassion written on his face walked through the dejected crowd.

He first helped the green family member up, then took care of the injuries of his friends in Boulder City, and then visited the young man named A Ming.

Feeling that time was almost up, he cleared his throat and looked at the injured family members.

"family."

"I know you must be very worried now, even afraid and afraid. You are worried about the attitude of the Weilant people and the revenge of those gang members... But I still want to say that it is not us who should be afraid, but them!"

The drooped heads were raised, and the shoulders were drooped.

They all glanced at the man in unison, their eyes filled with anxiety and confusion, but also with a hint of hope.

Especially the green family members lying on the ground, and the young man named A Ming.

They knew the identity of the young man before them.

His name is Zaid!

It’s their golden family!

Bathed in those admiring gazes, Zaid followed the man's example and spoke slowly, completing his words and repeating them in a sonorous and powerful voice.

"What we should be afraid of is them...the vampires and vampire lackeys who are riding on our necks, not us who have united!"

His voice was full of power.

Like a hand with bulging veins, it firmly grasped the widened eyeballs and carved its own symbols into them.

"...Because of fear, flies and mosquitoes collude together. They don't want us to get what belongs to us. What we win through unity, they use force to take it. They don't lack that little money. ! But only if we live in suffering and hunger can they achieve their evil empire!"

"The people of Weiland did not want to end up conveniently for themselves and broke their own rules with their own hands, so they encouraged the gang members to do the dirty work they did not want to do...and those violent methods were proof of their fear! They tried to use force to make them We give in and try to break up our unity! That’s what they fear!”

A pair of eyes filled with hatred.

Zaid looked into their eyes, or rather looked at himself reflected in the pupils.

He was pleased with their expressions.

Also very satisfied with myself.

The hatred and anger that had nowhere to vent finally found a way to vent.

At this moment, they were no longer a ragtag group of people.

They've found something to hate!

"...However, they are wrong! And they are so wrong! Because we will not surrender, let alone break our backs just because of a few cracks of whips! Never!"

The deafening voice echoed in the alley. A Ming, who was leaning against the cold wall, felt his blood rising and couldn't help but respond.

"Never will!"

Soon he discovered that it was not just him who made the noise, but also countless people like him.

His eyes sparkled.

He was not alone in the darkness; he was surrounded by people who thought the same thing as him.

Those people are his family!

Looking at the boiling atmosphere in the alley, Zaid had a satisfied smile on his face.

He raised his hand slightly, letting the voice rest for a moment, and then continued with his unwavering voice.

"That's right!"

"We will never surrender because of this small setback. The fear on the enemy's face just proves that we are right!"

"On this road filled with hope, we will be more united than ever!"

"We are family!"

…

The alley behind him was noisy, and the rats seemed to be squeaking and calling something.

But there probably wasn't a fight.

Following Peter, a soldier curled his lips and said in a reluctant tone.

"What do we care about those rats? Why not let them continue to fight."

Peter glanced at him, then looked away, took out a toothpick from his collar pocket and held it in his mouth.

He's been smoking a lot lately and is trying to kick the habit this way.

"…And then watched them attack the port?"

He was just a captain of ten and didn't understand many principles. He would do whatever the superior asked him to do.

But recently he has also been a little confused, because more and more things are not what he thought.

for example……

What are they here for?

Aren't you here for revenge?

But whenever he thought of this incident, that honest and charming face would appear in his mind.

The man seemed to be named Govinda. Before he died, he hurriedly reported a long list of names, but in the end he did not escape death.

Calm down and think about it, that guy who is as timid as a maggot may not have killed his compatriots.

Not just Govinda, but also several helpless women.

They are more like the victims than the perpetrators.

After all, the scars on their bodies could not have been left when the Wilantes resisted.

Every time he thought about this, he felt irritable and could only stop himself from thinking about it any more.

The brothers following him didn't think much, they just laughed out loud as if they had heard some funny joke.

"Sign up the port? Just those guys?"

"Haha, do they dare?"

"I hope those weaklings can be tougher and don't surrender as soon as they hear the sound of gunfire."

Peter didn't laugh with them, he just took off the communicator hanging on his shoulder and made a simple report.

"...The risk has been eliminated and the crowds have been dispersed...Received..."

He was about to hang up the communication when another voice suddenly came from the channel.

It was the sound that followed that made him freeze in place.

"...Survivors?! Silver Moon Church? Are the parents of those children still alive?"

His head was buzzing, and he couldn't process the huge amount of information for a while.

Still alive?

How can this be?

The surrounding soldiers gradually stopped laughing, and the captains who stopped walking also stopped, exchanging the surprises on each other's faces.

They knew about the Silver Moon Sect's church, and they were the ones who found those children first.

Whether it is the bullet marks on the ground, the endless blood stains, or the words of the old nun, they all tell the final outcome of those brave people.

It is no exaggeration to say that at least half of their hatred for the survivors of Borneo was due to the children who had lost their parents and the miserable conditions in that church.

But now someone tells them that those people are actually still alive?

They were immediately stunned.

"...Is it the checkpoint in the north? I know! I'll take people there right now!"

After listening to his superior's order, Peter's expression immediately became serious, and he hung up the communication after replying.

Looking at his subordinates, he said neatly.

"There are survivors! Follow me!"

The soldiers immediately took the order without any hesitation.

"yes!"

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(Thanks to the leader of "X person is more addicted to food than X" for the reward!!!)