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Dr2618-2-11, am7:30

Ten thousand ray of morning light penetrated the clouds, gradually illuminating the scenery on the ground.

At the end of winter and early spring, it was wet everywhere, melting snow seeped into the soil, misty drizzle accompanied by cold monsoon, there was no spring scene described by the poet at all.

Even if you wear a thick cotton coat, you will still feel bitingly cold.

Looking at it, long black plastic bags are densely placed on the flat ground hundreds of meters long. It is not difficult to tell from the outline of the human shape that the inside is filled with corpses.

Line by line, column by column, tens of thousands.

"Shoot, salute!"

"See you off for Paoze!"

Chen Xing led the senior generals of the expeditionary army and watched the trucks leaving with black cloth and white flowers.

The corpses will be transported in batches to the crematorium in the city for cremation. Soon, the urn and relics will be transported back to the monitor lizard city, arranged by the Red Dragon Principality Military Department, and sent to different places in the world.

Those with family members will be sent back to their families, and those without family members will be sent to the national cemetery.

Since the mercenaries come from all over the world, from the Paradise Island in the south, the Great Wilderness in the north, the Andes Mountains in the west, and the Kunlun Mountains in the east, the distance is very far, over mountains and ridges, and across the deep ocean, so the cost of protecting spirits is staggering.

The work of protecting spirits is not as simple and rude as delivering express delivery. It needs a sense of ritual to express the highest respect for those who have sacrificed their lives for the country. A squad of twelve people is required to **** the whole process, and it is a regular army, and the military appearance and etiquette must be in place. It cannot be a local garrison team with uneven quality.

Naturally, this extra cost cannot be borne by the Red Dragon Principality, and it can only be solved by the Expeditionary Army itself.

Strictly speaking, the expeditionary army is not the army of the Red Dragon Principality, but the Northern Alliance. However, the current Northern Alliance is just a rudiment, without a complete bureaucratic system, and can only rely on the government agencies of the Red Dragon Principality.

Therefore, the Red Dragon Principality is not responsible for the expenses, which is reasonable.

But it is impossible for Chen Xing to ask Aaliyah for money. He knew this was an unrealistic idea many years ago, so he had to find a way by himself.

Fortunately, Aaliyah gave him enough power, and the Silverclaw Principality in front of him was like a piece of fat, depending on how much oil and water he could squeeze out.

Why is it "squeezing oil" instead of plundering directly?

Because in accordance with the rules set by the Human Survival Committee, the victor can only plunder the immediate blood relatives of the losing royal family. To put it simply, Chen Xing can only grab Wei Haitang's family, and it is illegal to grab someone else.

In the satellite signal coverage area, even a screw has a clear attribution. The main brain recorded it clearly, this screw belonged to Zhang San, and that screw cap belonged to Li Si.

However, the monitoring system has a certain tolerance to the upper-level people. This system is called "the flexible space of social credit degree". The higher the status, the greater the flexibility space.

In short, it is to allow superiors to break the law, but not too much. For example, if Chen Xing kills one or two people every month, the system mechanism will not be triggered, but if the number of killings in a short period of time is too large, the system's punishment mechanism will be triggered.

Once the social credibility drops to the freezing point, even high-level nobles will be deprived of the black watch, and even the Human Survival Committee will send special staff to punish them.

Although the upper limit of the system penalty is below the king level, the supreme powerhouse has the restriction of the king's declaration, and can not do whatever it wants, but the flexibility space will be greater.

Chen Xing could kill a few unpleasant local nobles and plunder their property, thereby threatening all the local nobles to pay protection fees, but if they collectively resisted to the end, he could not plunder as he pleased.

In addition, he can also use the rules of the bureaucratic system to put on the other party's shoes, commonly known as the higher-ranking official to crush people.

Therefore, it takes a certain amount of skill and time to squeeze water and oil from these silver claw nobles.

In fact, the money in the Silver Claw Treasury and the valuables in the Silver Fort were enough to pay the expeditionary army's pension, and Chen Xing would not have to worry about money for a long time.

But in fact, these properties do not entirely belong to Wei Haitang's family.

The property controlled by the royal family is also divided into public property and private property.

The money in the Silver Claw Treasury belongs to the Silver Claw Principality. Wei Haitang can decide the purpose, but the ownership is not his.

In the same way, the valuables in Baiyinbao did not belong to Wei Haitang's family completely, but belonged to the entire Wei clan.

As usual, Chen Xing could only plunder 20% of it, and leave the rest to the legal heirs.

The reason is very simple. If the victor is completely plundered, the successor will get an empty shell without the funds to maintain the operation of the country, and the people will fall into chaos, and eventually the economy will collapse and the people will not live. This is not what the Human Survival Committee wants to see.

After participating in the farewell ceremony,

Chen Xing returned to Baiyinbao.

He asked Jianyue Canglian to open a bottle of Sea-Monster red wine, and while taking a bath in the palace bath, he enjoyed the wine and the maid's long shoulders.

In the past few days, he has been busy raising funds and solving pension problems, and he is so busy that he has no time to sleep.

Now things have finally come to an end, you can take a break.

After the shower, Wu Hai and Zhu Zexi came over before sleeping on the velvet bed.

Although Chen Xing was very sleepy, he still summoned two people.

Seeing him yawning, Wu Hai and Zhu Zexi immediately spoke a long story short. The two people mean that they hope that Chen Xing can hold a court reception and invite nobles from all over the city to participate. The purpose is to give the "closer" a chance to show respect and also give the "shaker" a relatively modest step.

And through the attendance of the dance party, the "die loyalists" can be identified, and then they can be dealt with in a concentrated manner.

Chen Xing thought this idea was good, so he agreed. The time should be sooner rather than later, it is set at 7:30 this evening, and it will be handled by the little Trollope, the palace butler.

Wu Hai and Zhu Zexi knew that Chen Xing was tired, and left immediately after getting a reply.

But as soon as the two of them left with their front feet, the messengers came in from outside with their hind feet.

"My lord, Dongfang Xuanran, the fifth princess of the Black Feather, begs to see you."

Chen Xing couldn't help frowning. This Dongfang Xuanran was really annoying. During this period of time, he came to see each other every day, but he shied away from it for various reasons.

Dongfang Xuanran did not leave with her father that day, but stayed in the army.

The other party came to him for nothing more than three things. Either it was talking about his son's succession to the Silver Claw throne, or he was worried that he would sell out the things in the Silver Fort, or he was pleading for someone.

To put it bluntly, the other party is here to cut his money.

Therefore, he won't see each other until the end of the wealth accumulation.

Chen Xing turned to see Yue Canglian, "You go out and tell her that I have been busy with military affairs recently, and I can't get out. Let her come back in a few days."

Dongfang Xuanran had a higher status, and he couldn't let the messenger reply. He had to go to someone with weight.

He thought for a while, and then added, "You don't need to worry about her. I will keep my promise. Before leaving the silver eagle collar, I will arrange her son's enthronement ceremony."

Seeing that Yue Canglian went out for a while and came back, she reported to Chen Xinghui, "She said it was not about the throne, she just wanted to see you."

Chen Xing suddenly became impatient, "Tell her that I haven't slept for a few days, so I'll talk about it later!"

After seeing Yue Canglian going out and talking this time, Dongfang Xuanran didn't insist anymore and went back.

"Master, I see her expression is a bit painful, I don't know if she is not feeling well?" Jianyue Canglian said.

"You take Nancy over to show her." Chen Xing ordered. Although he annoyed each other, but after all, they are noble princesses, and they are noble, so you can't neglect.

Before seeing Yue Canglian come back, Chen Xing fell asleep. He is really tired these few days, and fighting against the local nobles has consumed a lot of his energy.

When he was woken up, it was almost half past seven in the evening. Although he still wants to continue to sleep, as the host of the reception, he must attend.

He was sleepy, yawning, and he put on the party gown surrounded by a few temporarily selected maids.

When he came out of the small door behind the throne and stood on the high platform in the castle hall, he immediately became the focus of the audience.

The band played the horse race march on the stage by the host, and the powerful merchants and ladies and ladies paid attention to him and applauded.

"Thank you all for coming to the cocktail party tonight, all have fun."

As soon as Chen Xing woke up, his head was still a little stiff, he said a standard line from the master, and then hid on the balcony to doze off.

Although there were many young and beautiful aristocratic ladies who were watching him, their eyes were full of admiration and excitement. It is estimated that to get started is just nodding and beckoning, but he hasn't woken up yet, so he really can't lift the interest.

For a person who lacks sleep, even if there are delicacies of mountains and seas in front of him, he will not have any appetite.

The only thing he wants to do now is to get a good night's sleep. As for the reception of those nobles, Xiang Caidie is the master, plus Lin Shiyuan, Prader, Lu Shanhai, Wu Hai, and Zhu Zexi can solve the problem.

He leaned on a comfortable wicker chair with his bipod resting on a small round table, and closed his eyes and took a nap.

At this time, the night is thick, the stars are dotted, and the fragrance of flowers and plants is coming from the air, which is a leisurely and cozy scene.

Here is a balcony with a view, facing the back garden of Baiyinbao. There are two worlds separated by the floor-to-ceiling glass entwined with copper flowers, one side is a lively cocktail party, the other is a quiet corner.

Looking down from the balcony, you can still see twos and threes, walking and communicating in the garden

guests.

It is a good place to take a quiet while resting alone.

Quietly, a floor-to-ceiling window was pushed open, and a figure moved in.

The opponent's movements were a little slow, and his steps were shaking, just like a patient who had just finished the operation, half a beat slower than an ordinary person, but a little sneaky. After entering, he looked out for a few times, as if he was worried about being seen.

"His Royal Highness, good evening."

Jianyue Canglian, who was standing next to Chen Xing, greeted her, with the purpose of reminding the owner who was taking a nap.

Chen Xing opened his eyes, and before he could see the person who came, he smelled a strong scent of milk.

He settled, and finally saw each other clearly.

The visitor wore a beige prom dress, curvy, slender waist to hold, crisp chest, full of flesh, full of the charm of a young woman, it is the five princesses of Black Feather, Dongfang Xuanran.

At this moment, her brows are frowned, her expression is painful, her steps are small, and every time she touches the ground will bring a slight shake, it seems that every step is very difficult, as if there is some hidden wound in the body, every step will affect the wound and bring pain .

"Huh, huh..."

She was breathing hard, and the sound of pulling the bellows came from her chest, as if she was almost out of breath.

"what!"

Suddenly his footsteps softened, he staggered, and suddenly he let out a cry of pain. Seeing that she was about to fall, seeing Yue Canglian's figure flashed, she stepped forward to support her opponent.

"Are you okay?"

Seeing Yue Canglian asked.

From her perspective, Dongfang Xuanran's forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, as if she had a bad cold.

She frowned and pressed her temple with one hand, as if she had a splitting headache. After a while, she shook her head vigorously and stood firmly again.

"thank you."

Dongfang Xuanran cast a grateful look at Jian Yuecanglian, then faced Chen Xing, bowed slightly, and curtseyed.

"The slave family has seen my uncle."

The voice was soft, and the "concubine body" turned into a "slave house", and it was very comfortable to listen to.

Without waiting for Chen Xing's answer, she said again, "My uncle has been hiding from the slave house these days, because he's afraid that the slave family won't be able to eat his uncle?"

She seemed to be enduring some kind of pain, barely squeezing out a smile.

"What's wrong with you? Didn't I let Nancy visit you?" Chen Xing asked. It stands to reason that even if it is a cold, it will be better after a single treatment.

"The Nujia, the Nujia is not sick." Dongfang Xuanran said, shaking his head.

"Then what's wrong with you?" Chen Xing asked. Although he was a little impatient, Dongfang Xuanran would find it difficult to explain to Dongfang Xuanyuan if something happened to him.

A layer of mist appeared in Dongfang Xuanran's eyes, and suddenly two steps forward, she knelt down in front of Chen Xing, "Uncle, help the Nujia, the Nujia is very hard..."

There was crying in her voice, she was holding Chen Xing's hand with both hands, with pleading on her face.

"What's wrong with you?" Chen Xing asked.

"Uncle, you must help the slave family, otherwise the slave family will die..."

"If you have something, just say it!" Chen Xing was really impatient, and his volume increased a little.

Dongfang Xuanran still did not answer, but turned around this time, and said to Yue Canglian, "Sister Canglian, the slave family has a few words to talk to her uncle alone, can she bother her to stay outside to prevent others from intruding."

Seeing the moon, Canglian looked at Chen Xing inquiringly. Chen Xing nodded, and then saw Yue Canglian open the floor-to-ceiling windows and walk out of the balcony.

"Can you talk now?" Chen Xing said, his tone cold unconsciously. I have to say that this woman is a little troublesome, and what he fears most now is trouble.

"My uncle, isn't the slave family so annoying to my uncle?" Dongfang Xuanran returned to her weak appearance, eager to weep.

That tearful look is indeed a bit pitiful. Chen Xing is a man after all, and his tone softened, "If there is something to say, I will definitely help."

"My uncle, the slave family, the slave family is so up..."

"Already, it's been many days, the slave family is about to rise, it's about to die..."

Dongfang Xuanran grasped his hand and placed it on his chest. It feels hard to the touch, like a stone.

"The slave family begs the uncle, and the uncle must help the slave family, otherwise the slave family will die of pain..."

"My uncle is so good, he will never die, right?"

"Uncle, please..."

Beauty is soft-spoken and pleading, sometimes it's really hard to ignore it.

So Chen Xing, like most people, chose to help others...