Data Wasteland

On the first day of the resuscitation calendar year 2619, a new page in history has been turned.

This is the most humiliating day for the Red Country in the seventeenth century, and it is also the most glorious day for the Saudi Arabian country.

White Tiger City, big break!

At one o'clock in the afternoon, with the fall of the Grand Duke of Zhennan, Tezera's advanced combat power was dying and scattered, and the tall and magnificent city wall could no longer stop the footsteps of the desert army.

More than two million soldiers and civilians who defended the city were buried in the battlefield, and the rest lost their fighting spirit and fled in all directions.

As soon as the city gate fell, the desert army was like a locust crossing the border, rushing into the city frantically, burning, looting, and slaughtering civilians everywhere.

Except for some handsome young men and women who were sent to the barracks for the officers and tribal leaders to have fun, the rest, men and women, young and old, were all escorted to the streets and lined up to cut their throats and bleed.

In just one afternoon, five million civilians were killed, an extremely staggering number. On average, every sand civilian would kill one Red Countryman.

The whole city is burning, vehicles, buildings, houses, factories, explosions one after another.

The corpses on the street piled up into mountains, and the blood flowed into the sewers along the manhole covers on the street, and the smell of blood was too strong to dissolve.

Most of them are the corpses of civilians in the Red Country, and a small number are sand people killed in the rebellion.

The strong smell of blood stimulated the nerves of the brain, making the originally brutal sand people even more crazy, as if a group of madmen enjoying the feast of blood were rummaging around in the city, hunting their prey, showing a kind of morbid excitement.

But among the sand people who slaughtered the city, there was one exception. His kind nature made him sympathize with the suffering people of the Red Country, so he came to the Great Chief and begged the other side to order the slaughter to stop.

This man is the legend of the Sand Sea, McRoll.

"The object of our hatred should be the elites of the red country, not the innocent people."

Saladin IX, who was having a big celebration feast, put down the golden wine glass and stared at the legendary powerhouse in front of him.

The noisy voice stopped immediately, and everyone's eyes were focused on the two of them.

Microroe stood with his head held high, not feeling guilty or embarrassed.

When the audience quieted down, Saladin IX first glanced around, then faced Microro, and asked slowly, "My desert eagle, Microro..."

"What did these red pigs do when they invaded the Holy City 1,700 years ago?"

Faced with the questioning of the Great Chief, Microro opened his mouth but did not speak.

"I'll answer you." Saladin IX stood up slowly and said in a calm but angry voice, "They sacked our homes, burned our tents, killed our men, and ravaged our women!"

"In order to please their gods, we tied our Great Chief to the stake and burned him alive!"

Saladin IX opened his arms and looked up at the dome, "Everything we do now is a righteous vengeance bestowed by the **** of Seth!"

Microro was silent for a while, and even though the eyes behind his back were a bit scorching, driven by his belief, he still bit the bullet and persuaded, "When I was young, my grandfather always told me..."

"The desert is cruel, but it is also inclusive."

"The emergence of the cataclysm changed the world and us."

"Maybe we should look at the scars of history from a new perspective..."

"History will not be forgotten!" Saladin IX interrupted Macroro roughly and ordered an expulsion. "I don't want to listen to another coward's advice, you can go!"

The voice fell, and Asidoro and Civadoro, who were sitting on both sides, stood up, folded their arms, and stared at Microro with cold eyes.

Chilling air suddenly filled the entire camp,

Microro faced the Great Chief, bowed and begged, "I only have one word to say."

Saladin IX nodded.

"Will such a large-scale massacre of civilians be allowed to be opposed and sanctioned by the Human Survival Commission?"

"You, a coward, don't need to worry about the affairs of the kingdom!" Ashdoro said gruffly.

Saladin IX looked contemplative, made a stop gesture to Asidoro, and then faced Microro, saying, "I know your opinion."

"I will consider."

"Now, if you want to attend the banquet..." Saladin IX's tone became gentle, and he made an inviting gesture, "My desert eagle, Microro, please sit down and enjoy the joy of victory."

"But if you're not in the mood, I respect your decision."

"Thank you for your kindness." McRolla bowed and saluted, "I'm a little uncomfortable, so I'll retire first." After speaking, he left the tent. The laughter behind him sounded again.

At the same time, in the palace of the Golden Lion City, a secret meeting is taking place.

There was a man and two women sitting in the living room, the man was handsome and the woman was pleasing to the eye.

The three were Lin Yuanzheng, the "Fox of Qingqiu", Zhao Ruoxi, the seventh princess of the Qing Kingdom, and the first beauty in the Eastern Continent, the special envoy of the Tenglong Council, and the emperor of the Chu Kingdom, Ji Chu Hanyu.

"Why, the Tenglong Council also wants to intervene in the ten city-states?" Lin Yuanzheng looked at Chu Hanyu across from him indifferently.

The latter opened the paper fan and fanned it lightly, and the fragrance wafted into his nostrils. He said with a three-point smile and seven-point anger in his eyes, "Why did Minister Lin speak so badly."

"We're here to help, not to grab food."

The conversation was mainly between Lin Yuanzheng and Chu Hanyu, Zhao Ruoxi's eyes were scattered, obviously not paying attention here.

"Then ask Chu Diji to explain, what exactly does the Tenglong Council want from this war?" Lin Yuanzheng looked at the other party's eyes and said seriously.

Chu Hanyu leaned forward slowly, stared at the other party's eyes, opened her lips lightly, and spat out two words, "Balance."

Lin Yuanzheng thought for a few seconds and said, "If the Tenglong Council is worried that the country will take the opportunity to annex the ten city-states and expand its power, I don't think it is necessary."

"Our strategic goal is to make the ten city-states independent, or split into two countries to form a buffer zone to weaken the threat of the red country to the country."

"Then our goal now is the same." Chu Hanyu picked up the wine glass and greeted the other party.

Then the two of them clinked glasses and drank them all in one go.

Putting down the wine glass, Chu Hanyu changed her words and said, "I have an idea." Then she emphasized, "This is just my personal idea and has nothing to do with the Tenglong Council."

"What are your thoughts?" Lin Yuanzheng asked following the other party's words.

"What about the idea of ​​letting the fourth prince of Malan, Qiao An, enter the ten city-states and establish a country?" Chu Hanyu's attitude seemed casual, but the content was so amazing that Lin Yuanzheng did not dare to answer lightly.

He repeatedly asked the Seventh Princess with his eyes, but the other party's attention was not here, and there was no response at all.

Faced with such a sensitive issue, Lin Yuanzheng chose the most conservative reply, "To drive away lions and attract tigers is not in the interests of the country."

"Okay, I'm just talking casually, don't take it to heart." Chu Hanyu casually played with the fan, as if he was really just talking casually. Although she has done enough, the target audience doesn't care at all.

At this moment, Zhao Ruoxi & Nova's thoughts were all on how to get Chen Xing's attention through the war between the ten city-states, so as to restore the connection between the two.

Now she has lost contact with the ethnic group. Although she has half the personality of the princess of the Qing Kingdom, she is not the original Zhao Ruoxi. She felt confused, in a dilemma and at a loss, so she urgently needed to communicate with Chen Xing, who was also from another world, to find herself again.