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In the morning, there were many people standing on the streets of Baihu City. Both men and women, young and old, are full of sorrow. Most commercial facilities and office buildings are closed and their doors are locked.

From time to time, patrolling soldiers passed by, and a sharp whistle sounded.

The Harvest Festival has just passed, and the residents of White Tiger City have fallen into the bottomless abyss before they recover from the festive atmosphere.

Compared with those middle and high-level people who are busy dragging their families and taking their families to the inland to escape, the people who are still in the city at the moment are some lower-class people.

All their belongings are here—a cramped, cramped house that they can live in, a job that earns little but barely a living, and social connections that aren’t too many but still work a little bit. But once they escape from here, they will become paupers with nothing.

Instead of living on the streets, it is better to stay at home.

At least here, they still have the dignity of a citizen.

Most of them hold a glimmer of hope, or a fluke. Because the leader of this country is still sitting in the hall, sitting on his throne.

As long as the Grand Duke of Zhennan has not given up, they feel that there is still hope for this country, even if it is very slim.

For most civilians, giving up the meager assets they have saved in half a lifetime is tantamount to cutting their hearts, almost equivalent to giving up half their lives.

At this moment, in the main hall of White Tiger City, on the throne, Nangong Xuanwu was sitting upright with a serious expression.

The more critical the juncture, the less chaotic it is as the lord of the country. Even if there is an enemy army that is a hundred times larger than one's own, he must show a calm and calm appearance.

Undoubtedly, on this point, the Grand Duke of Zhennan has achieved full marks.

"Patriarch Nangong..."

A middle-aged man broke the dull atmosphere and said to Nangong Xuanwu. His voice was low, a little hoarse, and he was tall and slender, wearing a plain white robe with a hood covering half of his face.

Although only half of his face can be seen, the exposed part is somewhat oozing, covered with tiny black blood vessels, as if he has some kind of strange disease.

But no one will underestimate each other because of such defects. Because, this person is Bai Bubai, one of the four major military geniuses in the red earth.

Bai Bubai's tone at the moment was deep and sincere, instead of addressing the other party as "the lord of the country" or "the great duke", he used an affectionate address like "the lord of the Nangong family".

Having assisted the Nangong family for many years, they have established a deep relationship with each other.

Nangong Xuanwu turned his head slowly, casting doubtful eyes.

"Patriarch, should we also consider retreating?"

Without waiting for the other party to answer, Bai Bubai continued, "It has been found out that the scale of the Saudi attack can reach six to seven million people."

"The Protectorate has been disbanded

In the White Tiger City, together with the 1st and 2nd Army Groups, the city defenders, and the troops of the major clans and families, the total number is less than one million people. "

"And we have to face the eight major armies of the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia and the nomadic troops of the entire Dafang Prefecture. Against such a disparity in combat power, defending the city alone is tantamount to using a man's arm as a chariot."

Speaking of which, Bai Bubai knelt down on one knee, "For this reason, my subordinates suggest to give up Baihu City and retreat to Dongwang Fort!"

The eight legions of the Sand Kingdom, the full name is "Gelatam Tribe United Kingdom Jihad Legion", also known as "Desert and Storm Jihad Legion". It consists of eight army groups, named after the dangerous creatures that inhabit the desert: red scorpions, jackals, rattlesnakes, carrion birds, desert anemones, hornets, lacewings and cacti.

Its combat power is huge, and it is a veritable main force in the Kingdom of Sand. The combat power of a single legion is worth the National Protector Army of White Tiger City.

Faced with the inevitable failure, Bai Bubai chose honest advice and persuaded Nangong Xuanwu to retreat temporarily to preserve his strength.

Judging from the name, Bai Bubai's surname is Bai, and there is only one family in Longxiaohe with the surname Bai, that is, the Bai royal family of the White Night Principality.

Bai Bubai's original name was "Bai Yihuan". In terms of blood, he was the cousin of Bai Wancheng, Bai Ye's Grand Duke, and the cousin of Bai Ye Fenghua and Bai Ye Liufang.

Because of the court battles of the previous generation, Bai Yihuan was exiled abroad with his father since he was a child.

Therefore, after becoming famous, Bai Yihuan changed his name to "Bai Bu Bai", which means that although his surname is Bai, he is not a member of the Bai family.

"Bai Aiqing, I understand what you mean..." Nangong Xuanwu nodded and said, "According to the current situation, retreating is indeed the best choice."

"But..." Nangong Xuanwu raised his head, looked at the blue-bottomed tiger-headed flags hanging from the beams on both sides of the gate, and said calmly and firmly:

"Our Nangong family has guarded the southern border for generations."

"Fleeing without a fight, there is no precedent, I will face the ancestors of Izumi without face."

"Everyone in the city can escape, but my Nangong family can't."

"Just like the promise made by our ancestors to our ancestors thousands of years ago..." Nangong Xuanwu clenched his fists and said solemnly, "The city is here, the people are here!"

A calm and powerful voice echoed in the hall and could not be dissipated for a long time.

After understanding the Lord's intention, Bai Bubai's eyes showed firmness and solemnly said, "Since the Grand Duke has decided to stay, the subordinates will follow him until the end!"

Nangong Xuanwu nodded, showing a relieved smile.

Bai Bubai continued, "Since we have to defend to the end, why don't we organize the people, distribute weapons to them, and let them help defend the city!"

"Organize the people?" Nangong Xuanwu showed a thoughtful look.

"Just ask the world, who is willing to give up their home?" Bai Bubai said, "White Tiger City is the home of many people, and they, like the Grand Duke, are reluctant to leave."

"Well..." Nangong Xuanwu looked thoughtful.

Bai Bubai continued, "My subordinates suggested to publicly announce that all the property of the fugitives in the Duchy of Tezera would be confiscated."

"Since they have given up their homes, they are no longer eligible to hold interests in this land."

"Then, follow the example of the previous king's founding battle, canonize all the people and soldiers who are willing to stay and coexist with White Tiger City, and give them the title of nobility!"

"Your own home should be guarded by your own hands!"

"Without blood and sacrifice, how can there be the glory and rights of future generations!"

Nangong Xuanwu looked excited, patted the handrail and stood up, "Well said!"

"But..." After the excitement, Nangong Xuanwu fell into hesitation again, "How to organize so many people?"

Without enough officers to lead, the people would be in a mess, unable to act effectively, and even panic, crowding and stamping on each other. Not only will it not work, it may also impact the nearby regular army. It is better to have no troops that cannot be commanded.

"The problem has been solved." Bai Bubai said, and then clapped his hands outside. Immediately afterwards, several figures entered the hall.

With their luggage on their backs, they came to the throne and knelt down on one knee.

"Former Lieutenant Colonel Ma Leshan of the National Protectorate Army, see Grand Duke Zhennan!"

"Former captain of the National Protectorate, Philomena, see Grand Duke Zhennan!"

"Zhuang Sishou, a former corporal of the National Protector Army, see Grand Duke Zhennan!"

One after another high-pitched and loud voices resounded through the hall, and Nangong Xuanwu stood up slowly, shaking his body. Looking at the firm figures one after another, tears gradually blurred his eyes.

PS:

A few days ago, I had a sudden illness. In the middle of the night, my upper abdominal pain was extremely painful. I went to the hospital to see the emergency department. The result was cholecystitis, accompanied by gallstones the size of mung bean.

The doctor suggested surgery to remove the gallbladder to avoid subsequent complications.

But I was hesitant in my heart and didn't agree.

First, I was a little scared, so I cut an organ like this. Although medically said that it has little effect, that is, I can't drink too much alcohol or eat too much oil in the future, but it is an organ after all, and there is always a reason for its existence.

The second is that the body hair is affected by the parents, and it is not appropriate to make a decision without communicating with the family.

So I rejected the doctor's suggestion and planned to take conservative treatment for a period of time to see the situation, so I was temporarily discharged.

I haven't updated it for many days. I will try to write more in the next few days to make up for it.