Data Wasteland

Late at night, in the center of Baihu City.

Under the night, the bustling streets are long gone. The windows are half-opened and half-closed, shaking with the night, the billboards are tilted to and fro, and electric sparks flashed from time to time.

Broken glass, concrete stones, and bags of emergency rations were everywhere on the ground, creating a bleak and desolate scene.

There was a faint fire burning in the dark corridor, and figures in twos and threes gathered together, like ghosts at night, leaning on each other for warmth.

Today, this super metropolis guarding the south, the gateway to the United Kingdom, and the second imperial capital of Dragon's Salihe, has been completely reduced to a ghost town. One-third of the residents fled before the war broke out, one-third died in the massacre, and the remaining one-third became Sanu. Like a walking corpse, living a half-starved life without dignity.

The pale moonlight shone on the flagpole in King's Square, reflecting patterns of vultures and sandstorms.

The originally sacred and solemn square is now full of tents of nomads, which is incompatible with the luxurious palace not far away. Shouts in Dafangzhou's accent came from time to time in the camp, which added to the sadness of the country's subjugation.

A desert military officer rode a camel quickly through the camp, came to the office on the side of the palace, got off the ground, and before he had time to tie the camel, he pushed open the door excitedly.

"Uncle, you guessed it right, Bai Yefenghua and Ricardo have retreated!"

"There's also news from the west that both Chen Erliu and Lacey Maris stopped at Stinky Water Lake."

The young officer was talking excitedly, but the expression of the person concerned did not change at all, his eyes were calm, and he was slowly drinking the drink in the earthenware cup.

The young officer showed doubts on his face, and asked a little puzzled, "Isn't this news sweeter and more delicious than the Mibasa in your hand?"

Mibasa, a drink often drunk by the sand people, is made by stirring cactus flowers and bumblebee honey, with a slightly bitter and sweet taste, and its status among the sand people is equivalent to tea in the east and red wine in the west .

The middle-aged man who put down the cup slowly raised his head. His amber eyes were like eagles looking down at the earth, sharp and calm, which made the young officer's heart tremble and he forgot to speak for a while.

The man gestured for the other person to close the door, which he did immediately.

"Morado Basem, when will you learn to observe the world with the eyes of a falcon?"

The middle-aged man who spoke was Aladdin Basham, and the young officer was his nephew, as well as his adjutant and student.

Sand people usually use tribes as units, and blood relationship is an important part of social relations. Since then, it is taboo to give priority to relatives for promotion. It can be said that cronyism is a very common consensus. And this tradition is no exception in the military.

"A temporary victory does not represent an overall victory."

Aladdin Basem lowered his eyes, his expression was gloomy, "Our situation is still very dangerous..."

His voice became smaller and smaller, and the last sentence seemed to be heard only by himself.

"Uncle, you are the smartest person in the world. As long as I can remember, there is no problem that you can't solve." The young Morado said confidently.

"Next, we will take advantage of this breathing opportunity to persuade the chief to negotiate with the Red Country, and then withdraw from the Red Country!" Aladdin Basem said in a deep voice.

"Ah?" Morado looked shocked. "We just gained an advantage. As long as we hold on, the Red Country will collapse sooner or later."

"As you estimated before, the food in the Red Country is only enough to feed one billion people for three months."

"If you add refugees, the famine will come faster!" Morado clenched his fists, his eyes glowing.

Aladdin Basham shook his head, "I'm worried..."

"We can't last three months at all."

"How is it possible, the food reserves in White Tiger City are enough for us to eat for a whole year." Morado said.

"You don't know..." Aladdin Bassam waved his hand and said in a very low voice, "We seem to have an advantage now, but in fact..."

"There is a fatal weakness."

"Ah!" Morado was shocked, and his whole body froze.

"The Red Country has no shortage of smart people. Ricardo, Bai Bubai, Lacey, and Bai Yefenghua are all top military geniuses in the world."

"They just didn't react for a while."

"It can be as fast as three days, or as slow as a month. They will think of it sooner or later."

Morado frowned and pondered. He had fought with his uncle for many years, and it was not like he had learned nothing.

He had thought about it before, and always felt that something was missing. After the other party made such a point, he immediately figured it out.

In an instant, his face was pale, and even his body trembled.

The thought of that possibility sent a chill down his spine, as if he had been thrown into a hole in the ice, and he shivered all over.

"Have you figured it out?" Seeing his nephew's performance, Aladdin showed some relief. Years of precepts and deeds are not in vain.

He continued, "So we must take this opportunity to reach a peace negotiation with the Red Country."

"We killed so many people from the Red Country, will they let us go?" Morado asked uncertainly.

The Shamin massacred the city and killed at least several million people from the Red Kingdom. Will the other party be willing to negotiate peacefully?

"As far as I know, Chen Xing doesn't have a deep sense of family and country. It's a bit like..." Aladdin pondered, "an outsider."

"Yeah." Morado nodded, "I heard that he is a vagrant, with no relatives and no reason, and it's normal to have no feelings."

"And his past experience and family history can all show that he is a person whose interests are paramount." Morado added.

"That's right!" Aladdin slapped the table heavily, "So no matter how many people from the Red Country die, it's just a number to him."

"As long as the conditions we put forward are in his personal interest, things can be negotiated!"

"But the chief..."

Having said that, the expressions of the two were a little frustrated. It is not an easy task to persuade the great chief to retreat, and it can even be said to be an impossible task.

And even if the great chief agrees, it doesn't mean that the legion commander below agrees, and it doesn't mean that the tribal coalition forces who responded to the oracle of Seth agree.

The Sha people were brave and warlike, and it was absolutely impossible for them to return the fat sheep they got. Except for the eight major legions, the desert army is based on tribes, and the organization is very loose. Once there is a conflict of ideas, the best result is to part ways, and the worst result is to face each other and kill you to the death.

At the same time, in the southern army camp thousands of miles away, in the military tent, Chen Xing was scratching his head, thinking hard, his scalp numb with worry.

Xiao Yang, who was waiting at the side, opened his mouth and yawned big. Seeing that Chen Xing was still thinking hard, he couldn't help persuading, "Boss, if you continue like this, your body will collapse."

"Why don't you go to rest first, and when you feel better tomorrow, maybe you will find a way?"

Chen Xing came back to his senses, straightened his body, twisted his neck, nodded and said, "That's what you said..."

Then he seemed to remember something, and fell into deep thought again.

Seeing this, Xiao Yang stood aside obediently, not daring to disturb him any more. But in fact, what he didn't know was that the Prime Minister was not thinking about important national affairs, but where he was going to sleep tonight, or more precisely, which boudoir to attack at night.

Chen Xing felt depressed, turned his head and thought, he would definitely not be able to fall asleep when he went back to sleep now, why not just have some fun and relax.

Grand Duke Salod of the Red Dragon fought with the army, and the princess of the Red Dragon could not be found, so she couldn't bully her in front of her father, right? So much dissonance...

etc!

The father is here, so he can't bully his daughter...

But what if the father is not there?

Suddenly, a flash of light flashed across Chen Xing's mind.

"Ah, why didn't I think of that!"

Chen Xingteng jumped up, and then pointed to Xiao Yang's nose, "Quick, bring a pen and paper!"

Xiao Yang froze for a moment, didn't understand what it meant, but still found a pen and paper unconditionally.

Chen Xing just picked up the pen, put it down again, shook his head, and said to himself, "No, no need..."

Then he threw the pen, pointed to the door and shouted, "Call someone, go and call someone."

"Call, who is it?" Xiao Yang asked with a dumbfounded face, he was already dizzy by the other party's series of operations.

"Everyone, Lacey, Ricardo, Bai Ye Fenghua, I have something important to say!" Chen Xing said hurriedly.

"But, Commander Bai Ye and General Ricardo are not here..." Xiao Yang said with a bitter face.

"Then call everyone who can!"

Chen Xing's furious look made Xiao Yang even more anxious, and rushed out of the tent.

"etc!"

But after running a few steps, Chen Xing called him back again.

This time, Chen Xing lost his anxiety just now, and became calm and peaceful instead. It seemed that within a few seconds, further thinking was completed.

"Don't worry." Chen Xing said, "Just take your time, the matter is not that urgent."

Xiao Yang's mouth was wide open, just like when he was in the black prison, he was beaten with oil-soaked canes until he became unconscious.

"You don't need to look for other people, you call Bai Bubai, I have something to tell him face to face." Chen Xing emphasized, "He can do it alone."

"oh…"

Xiao Yang nodded blankly, then, under Chen Xing's gaze, turned around slowly and walked out of the camp.

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