Chapter 844 The Flame of Ambition (1/2)

The checkpoint on the north side of Xifan Port was filled with people standing in darkness.

On one side were Weiland soldiers and on the other side were soldiers from Borneo. The two sides stood on both sides of the border, with about two hundred Weiland civilians sandwiched in between.

Those civilians were the survivors of the West Sail Harbor tragedy, and they were also the parents of the children in the Silver Moon Church.

Now that the King of Heaven's army has fallen and scattered, the bandages on people's arms are finally gone, and the Absak authorities have severed ties with the senior officials of the Southern Army. Their lives and deaths have nothing to do with the overall situation. Only then do these poor people finally dare to follow Walking out of Earl Sharma's manor.

Borneo soldiers escorted them all the way here.

Ironically, these soldiers in gray military uniforms were the same guys who not long ago had bandages on their arms and were searching for Vaillant people and "Vailant people's lackeys".

However, things have changed in the past.

The Wilantes became Lord Wilante again, and the expressions of these bandage soldiers were much gentler than before, as if they had really drawn a clear line with the past.

As for when they will show their teeth to the Weirant people or other people in the wasteland again, it depends on what their master says next.

Absek still has some illusions about a ceasefire, not to mention that the fighting has not started yet.

Looking at the people who had "resurrected from the dead", almost all the Valantian soldiers present widened their eyes in unison, their pupils filled with unbelievable surprise.

Everyone thought they were dead.

But I didn’t expect that they were still alive!

The relatives of these survivors were so emotional that they burst into tears.

Some people couldn't help but cover their mouths, trying not to let out their cries. Others crossed the checkpoint desperately and ran forward excitedly.

"Margaery!!"

Seeing that heartbreakingly haggard face, Arman, who had always been strong, turned red-eyed for a moment.

He crossed the checkpoint, rushed to his wife's side, hugged her light body into his arms, and held her tightly without letting go, muttering incoherently.

"My Goddess Silver Moon... you are still alive! How wonderful! I... Ruby and I thought we would never see you again!"

Margaery's eyes were also red, and she kept sniffling. She squeezed out a forced smile from her face that couldn't hold back tears, and even comforted him in turn.

"...I'm fine, I'm fine already... When did you start believing in the Silver Moon Goddess?"

Arman said quickly.

"After learning that you are still alive! I swore to her that if you were safe, I would build ten churches for her... I swore that I would spend the rest of my life doing this!"

Looking at her husband who was swearing, Margaery had a tearful smile on her face.

perhaps……

Maybe the Silver Moon Goddess really appeared.

I heard from Mr. Melgio that the miracle of the Silver Moon Goddess came to this church. She was a girl with cat ears... He decided to start a newspaper precisely because of the will of that god.

"...Then you can't break your promise. I will supervise you for her."

Loosening his hand from her shoulders, Arman held the tear-stained cheek and stared into those bright jewel-like eyes.

"I promise you that!"

He didn't want to look away for a moment.

It's as if everything in front of you is just an unrealistic dream, and when you wake up from the dream, everything will return to where it started.

But Margaery didn't let him keep possessing her, because her daughter also slipped under the checkpoint.

"Mother!!"

The soldier on the side wanted to reach out to hold her, but the officer, Peter, took his hand and looked at him and shook his head.

"Let her go...what else can happen if everyone is here to watch?"

The soldier nodded hesitantly and turned his attention to the jumping hair.

"yes……"

The distance of less than twenty meters was only a dozen steps for Arman, but Ruby ran for a long, long time.

Just halfway through the run, she couldn't hold back the tears in her eyes and let them fall out.

Margaery opened her arms and rushed forward, picked up her daughter, ran her fingers through her hair, and held the young body tightly in her arms.

"Ruby!!! I'm sorry...Mom made you worry!" There was a hint of remorse in her voice. No matter what her intentions were, she had lied to her that night and left without saying goodbye in the name of death.

However, her lovely daughter was not angry with her, and forced a strong smile from her tearful face.

"Ruby...you're not crying!"

Although she said so, the tears still fell down unsatisfactorily. Even because his breathing rate was too fast, he couldn't help but hiccup.

Feeling the hot tears sliding down her neck, Margery felt distressed, took a deep breath and closed her eyes.

"Yeah! My Ruby... is the best child in the world..."

Looking at the reunited mother and daughter, Arman had a satisfied smile on his face.

To him, they are his angels, his sunshine, and everything about him...

As for power, wealth, or land under the sun, they are just mayflies in the pond, and they are nothing compared to the safety of the family.

Isher, who was wearing a gray military uniform, walked up to him, glanced at the Weirant soldiers waiting in the distance, looked at the father again, and said with a grin.

"Congratulations, sir, Mr. Arman... you and your family are finally reunited."

"Another person asked me to bring you a message, a guy named Visionary Eagle. He hopes that the cooperation between you will still be effective...but now he is busy with official duties and will have to come in a few days. I hope you can come in advance. Carry out your plan."

"Please tell him for me that I will not forget the cooperation between us. In fact, the plan has already begun," Arman looked at the Borneo soldier and continued sincerely, "In addition... thank you, Bring my wife back."

Isher smiled.

"Don't thank me... I don't have that ability. It's not easy for me to survive alone."

However, even though he said this, he was still quite proud in his heart.

Although I couldn't save the entire city, it was good to be able to save 200 people.

He is not an awakened one.

Not even Boll.

"...Also, this is a piece of advice. No matter how much money you can make from your business, if you can, leave here as soon as possible."

Looking at the group of soldiers across the border, Isher smiled lightly.

"There won't be many days when we can be so friendly."

Although he did not speak very directly, Arman could understand the deeper meaning of these words.

During this period, he saw the deployment of the Southern Army in West Sails Harbor.

Especially after listening to the old nun's words before, he was already aware of what was about to happen... I am afraid that a tragedy more painful than the previous tragedy would happen in this land.

"I am a Weiland man. I will not evade my responsibilities. I will do my best to prevent the worst possibility..."

After a pause, Arman said again in a sincere tone.

"Even if I fail... I will do my best to help more people leave this hell."

"Very good, then please skip that meaningless struggle and do the last thing with all your strength."

Isher cut off his eloquent words simply and looked at him in astonishment before continuing.

"...No one can stop the train rushing to the bottom of the mountain, just like no one can stop the balloon that has broken the line. We can only let it rush down the bottom of the mountain, smash into pieces with the hard rock, or let it drift in the In the clouds, self-exile in the universe.”

Arman was stunned.

"This is?"

Isher said without hesitation.

"Words from Bol the Awakened."

"Does that book have this sentence?" Arman said with a strange expression.

While waiting for his wife to come home, he read the book and read it several times.

What he didn't expect was that such a shocking story could be born in a small boulder city.

In the western part of Zhongzhou Continent, there are actually many survivor settlements similar to Boulder City. Most of them were built in the early days of the Wasteland Era and were constructed with the support of the War Construction Committee.

However, in the past more than a century, with the collapse of the War Construction Committee, most of these settlements were wiped off the map by the Legion in the name of revenge.

Sometimes he couldn't help but think that if those settlements were still alive and could continue to provide them with experience, knowledge and more help, maybe they wouldn't be as completely crazy as they are now...

Looking at Arman who fell into silence, Isher laughed and touched his stubble with his rough palms.

"Isn't there such a sentence? Then just think of it as a side comment left by some unknown person for this book."

If nothing unexpected happens.

Next, it should be the era that belongs to Master Stephen...oh no, it belongs to Master Stephen's ancestors.

It should also be a glorious time, when they will build their own wall in the wilderness of nothing.

"Bol the Awakener" is the story after that, and now it's time for "Isher the Rat Tribe".

Isher was also discovered recently.

He is actually a person living in the prequel of "Boll the Awakener", and maybe he is the ancestor of "Master Stephen", the person who lives in the ancestral precepts of Master Stephen.

Pity.

He will probably never see his idol again in this life. It is a ghost hovering over the heads of his descendants, not his.

However, he is not as pessimistic as the other mice.

He still believed that the light of truth would one day shine on this land.

Just waiting for the sun to rise takes some time.

Fortunately, the dusk before nightfall this time was not as cold as before.

I guess that day won't be too far away.

Armen looked at the officer twice in surprise, and his eyes gradually became awe-inspiring.

Borneo Province actually has no shortage of capable people.

They are not inferior to the survivors of the Vale Province at all, and they are not inferior to other Willant people.

However, while he was respectful, he couldn't help but be confused in his heart as to why a group of smart people would make the road narrower and narrower.

They shouldn't be like this...

…

While more than two hundred survivors were hugging and reunited with their families, Commander Ross, who was in charge of the defense in this area, walked over surrounded by a group of soldiers.

Isher, who was also the captain, stared at him, feeling a little numb from the overwhelming murderous aura.

It is different from myself who became a monk halfway.

This guy is a true officer who has been tested by blood and fire!

However, Isher still forced a friendly smile on his face and nodded politely.

To his surprise, the man actually nodded to him and responded to his friendliness.

He walked straight to Count Sharma and his old butler Sahadou.

Looking at the trembling two people, Ross suddenly bowed deeply.

"On behalf of myself and my men, I would like to thank you for saving these people in distress."

Earl Sharma looked at him in astonishment, not expecting that the Wilantes would actually bow to him. It wasn't until the old housekeeper tugged on his sleeves that he suddenly came back to his senses and said hurriedly.

"General, what are you doing?! I just did something a normal human being would do, and I don't deserve such a gift from you... Please raise your head quickly."

Ross didn't listen to what he said, but just bent over for a full minute before raising his head, and then continued speaking solemnly.

"...If there is a war between the two countries, I can swear to you that our soldiers will not enter your manor, even if some cowards hide in."

Isher, who was standing aside and listening, narrowed his eyes slightly, with a hint of chill in his eyes, but he didn't say anything.

Even if the two sides were just one last gunshot away from the start of the war, he had to continue to act like a good gentleman.

At this time, Ross turned his attention to the man and woman standing behind Earl Sharma.

One of them was his niece Penny, who was looking at the reunited survivors with a happy smile.

The person standing next to her was probably the pangolin.

The eastern native who was promoted by the Eastern Legion and finally loaned by the civil service group.

Rose narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at the man for a while, then looked at his niece and said in a serious tone.

"Penny, come to me."

When she heard her uncle's call, Penny was about to go over, but noticed the expression on his face and stopped hesitantly.

"Uncle Ross?"

"Come here! Now!"

Ross didn't give any explanation, he just waved her over, but his urging expression made Penny unable to move her legs at all, and she could only look at the pangolin behind her for help.

Having already guessed something from the expression on the commander's face, the battlefield atmosphere team walked to Penny's side and whispered.

"Listen to your uncle and hurry over... Remember, this whole thing has nothing to do with you. You are just a war reporter."

"Your duty is not to fight alongside me, but to take what you saw back to Triumph City... That is your war."

Penny's eyes widened and she stared at him blankly, her trembling lips seemed to be asking why... why he did the right thing and saved more than two hundred survivors, but still wanted to Being treated like a prisoner.

The battlefield atmosphere team knew what she wanted to ask, but they didn't know how to answer it.

Not everything in this world can be simply defined in terms of good or bad, and not everything even has a standard answer.

Right and wrong are just the scale in people's minds, and this scale never belongs to an abstract group.

Especially when this matter involves many groups.

In fact, when he received Benoit's order, he was already prepared in his mind, and even thought about the possible charges on his head.

You can receive two payments for the same task.

This kind of good thing is too much...

As if she understood his eyes, Penny struggled with her eyes for a long time, and finally lowered her head and walked to her uncle's side.

Signing to his personal guards to take her back to the settlement to rest, Rose looked at the man named Pangolin again.

The latter looked at him equally neither humble nor arrogantly, with a warm smile even on his face that showed a bit of leisure.

Rose's eyes suddenly showed some appreciation.

"you are very brave."

The battlefield atmosphere team smiled humbly.

"That's natural...I'm not bragging. Telling about the things I've done and the things I've seen might scare you to death."

Rospi moved the corners of his mouth with a smile, but the smile on his face cooled down at a speed that was visible to the naked eye.

"Mr. Pangolin, you betrayed the Marshal."

The battlefield atmosphere team smiled slightly, and the expression on his face became cold.

"On the contrary, it is you who are determined to betray the Marshal. While we are working hard to end the Wasteland Era, you are holding us back, even risking the lives of innocent compatriots to launch a war just for you. The war of selfish desires!”

Rose looked at him with a sneer.

"I don't know what you are talking about. At least in my opinion, it was you who killed those compatriots! Because of your arrogance, naivety and stupidity, you put those innocent people in danger."

"We do not deny that we did make mistakes in the past. That is why I am here." The battlefield atmosphere team looked at him. "What about you? Do you dare to admit the role you played in this chaos and the crimes you committed? ?"

Rose frowned slightly, but soon relaxed.

"It seems that you have a lot to say. You can leave these words to the military court and explain them to the judges who are trying you."

The battlefield atmosphere team smiled lightly.

"It doesn't matter, I will appeal all the way to Triumph City."

"You can do this. I also hope you understand that it is not my decision to arrest you, but the order of General Gurion... The Supreme Command of the Southern Army has authorized him to have all operational powers in the Borneo Province area," Ross said to his side The soldiers who were waiting for him waved their hands, then pointed at the pangolin and said, "Take him down."

Seeing the soldiers walking toward him with loaded ammunition, the battlefield atmosphere team did not resist and allowed them to handcuff him, but they shook off the hands on his shoulders.

"I have legs, I don't need your support."

After all, he was someone who was killed from the Luoxia Province and the Haiya Province. The murderous intent as thick as blood sent chills down the spines of the soldiers who were trying to hold him.

It felt as if the person standing in front of them at this moment was not a person, but a vicious and bloodthirsty alien species.

Seeing his subordinates looking at him one after another, Ross did not embarrass the pangolin who was unwilling to bow his head, and just waved his hand.

"Let him go."

He didn't like the civil servants who were holding him back. Those people were a disgrace to the people of Weiland. But he had a good impression of this young man, even though he was a foreigner.

There might indeed be some hidden secret that he didn't understand, and he could more or less guess it with his sense of smell.

But he didn't care.

He always obeys his superiors. The superior's position is his position. Even if this is a dead end, he will walk on with his head held high...

The soldiers who followed Ross to the checkpoint quickly retreated, leaving only the dozen or so sentries on duty.

The same goes for Borneo.

The captain named Isher took everyone away, fearing that if he stayed here too long, he would get into trouble with the legions.

Looking at the direction in which Mr. Pangolin was being taken away, Margery held her husband's hand tightly and whispered into his ear.

"That man, and that girl... they saved all of us, I can't leave him alone."

Also looking in the direction that the person left, Arman gently shook her hand and said in a comforting tone.

"My dear, believe me, I will never leave him alone..."

After he returned, he united with the citizens of Sifan Harbor to petition the Governor's Mansion and sent a joint telegram to Triumph City!

He still doesn’t believe it!

No one can handle such a big thing!

"... Putting aside the dirty deeds of those guys, West Sail Port is not a colony of the Southern Legion at all. The courts of the Southern Legion have no right to enforce the law here!"

"Even if there is a trial, it must be tried by the court of Triumph City!"

…

Just as the rescued Wilante survivors were filled with indignation at the plight of the pangolins, the slums of Saipan Port were also filled with indignation.

However, the reason for their outrage is not because of the pangolins, but because of the ruthless suppression of the family association by the port authorities.

That is undoubtedly suppression!

For the gang members who came to look for trouble - those guys with rats tattooed on their arms who looked like they were not good guys at first glance, the patrolling soldiers just raised their heads high and then put them down gently, without even using sticks to teach the villains a lesson.

But for the poor people who united to protect themselves, the soldiers warned them with fierce eyes, as if it was unreasonable for them to protect their own rights.

As expected, Mr. Zaid is still very discerning and can hit the nail on the head. Those gang members and the Weirant people are all in the same group!

Those gang members hate them because family members who do not charge help and teach people how to read for free will destroy the market!

The Weirant people were afraid of their unity, so they joined hands with those gangs, stumbling upon them, saying that they were spies of the alliance, and then suppressed them severely.

In fact, if you think about it calmly, there are actually many loopholes in this seemingly logical and self-consistent statement.

For example, the simplest way is to compare the dinars dropped into your pocket.

The wages each gang gets from the docks are different, and the management standards, commissions and benefits are also different. It is difficult to make direct comparisons, but it is generally in line with the law of "the number of people is proportional to the premium".

The more employees a labor agency has, the more confidence it has in negotiating with employers.

There is no such thing as a gang with more people, but because they are more united, they get less premium.

There are some smart people who have noticed some clues among them, but most of them have tacitly become green family members, or even family members of higher ranks - those who are responsible for giving lectures.

The Family Club is still in the early stages of starting a business, and there are a lot of vacant positions. As long as you use your brain a little bit, you can become a "district agent". The benefits are much higher than carrying sacks at the dock.

While most people are still staring at that little salary, these smart people are already standing on the second level.

Instead of exposing those lame tricks, they would help Zaid improve his theory.

for example--

The extremely evil Wilantes have no bottom line and join forces with other gangs to suppress the family association.

In this way, boring questions such as "Why are you given less dinars than others for doing the same job?" can be explained in a self-explanatory manner.

This is where Zaid's brilliance lies.

Although he is not a great expert, and has even received "white eyes" from many capable people, he has indeed seen through the survivors of Borneo Province.

The smart people here like to do one thing the most, and that is to treat others as fools and then pretend to be stupid themselves. Little did he know that he was fooling and fooling, and in the end he even believed it. When he woke up, it was already too late...

Sitting in the shack, Eugene helped the injured worker wrap a bandage, and happened to see Zaid standing at the door.

That look seemed to be looking for him with something.

He put the bandage back in the medical box, followed Zaid out of the door, and stood in the moonlit alley.

After following Zaid for a while, he stopped and broke the silence between the two.

"Sometimes I don't understand what you want to do and why you do those things."

Zaid sighed softly.

"I didn't really think about it that much. I just wanted those poor people to have a home."

Ou Ren chuckled.

"You have many families, but you are the one I understand least."

"oh?"

"I don't know how to describe it," Ou Ren sat on the steps nearby and sighed, "I just think... it might be better for you to find another way. We are actually not in a hurry for you to make any immediate results. , even if you cooperate with a guy like Liszt, I think it will be good."

Zaid was silent for a while, walked to sit next to him, and said in a very soft voice.

"Mr. Liszt looks down on us. He is actually a very arrogant person at heart. He is different from people like you who are willing to bend down to help us and guide us. When he judges that our risks are far greater than what we can bring to him, In return, he didn’t even bother to listen to my explanation and shut me out.”

After a pause, he said again.

"Only you, your door is always open to me, even if I am as humble as dust. You will not give up on me, but are willing to give me the opportunity to introduce yourself again and again."

Ou Ren curled his lips mockingly.

"Being rejected is something Liszt would do. But you don't need to praise me... His achievements are obvious to all in the league, and I don't deserve to be compared with such a big shot."

"You are too arrogant to belittle yourself," Zaid shook his head. "When we succeed, I will build a statue for you, and hundreds of millions of people will thank you for lending us a helping hand."

Ou Ren was stunned for a moment and said with a mixture of laughter and laughter.

"That's not necessary..."

As soon as he finished speaking, a light flickered in the darkness not far away.

When he looked intently, he saw the flames rising into the sky wrapped in billowing smoke.

There was a faint shout in the distance.

"Fire!!"

"Quick! Put out the fire!"

Looking at what happened suddenly, Ou Ren was stunned. Then his face changed wildly and he stood up from the ground suddenly.

That’s the registration desk for the family meeting!

That's where he bandaged the injured workers earlier!

"What the hell!"

He cursed and ran back in the direction he came from without saying a word.

Looking at the rising flames and Ou Ren who rushed to put out the fire, Zaid was also stunned for a moment, but in the end he just chuckled, shook his head, and said to himself.

"These rats really don't hold back their grudges overnight. They can't even wait for one night... Haha."

The people of the Black Rat Gang will definitely not swallow their anger after suffering a loss, and will definitely find a way to get revenge.

The reason why this group of people cannot become successful is precisely because their limbs always control their brains and their thoughts are dominated by their emotions.

If the previous severe beating made the neighbors of a few streets sympathize with them at most, then this fire should be enough for them to become the "stars" of Saifan Port.

The legion will surely come to an end.

And he will definitely punish all restless people with iron-blooded means before the war engulfs the entire Borneo Province!

Those people are not judges who decide cases. Their style of conduct has always been to kill one person to serve as a warning to others. Not only do they not take their family members seriously, the entire gang in Saifan Port is like an ant in front of them.

It was rumored that Gulion was even more cruel by nature and would do whatever it took to achieve his goals, and this played into his hands.

He will take this already written letter of nomination to a broader stage.

Zaid patted the dust on his trouser legs, got up from the stone steps, and walked in the completely opposite direction to Mr. Eugene.

"Sava, it's time to set off!"

Although I feel a little sorry for the survivors of Saifan Port, everything is for the future of Borneo...