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Dance center.

Zhao Guangli gently let go of the noble lady's hand, the whole process was extremely elegant.

"May I have your name……"

"Are you free tonight?"

Zhao Guangli just shook his head gently and responded calmly.

The military alliance, the upper echelon of the Fas dynasty, was singing and dancing in peace.

The **** system was born out of powerful forces that controlled the military.

They are good at hosting all kinds of lavish dinner parties and feasting in various places.

【Military Nobility】.

Zhao Guangli accepted the invitation of the next plump woman with a smile, and the expression on his face became more and more sincere.

That face, in the eyes of the lady, became more and more perfect.

It seems really...

It's as if you are really in the most perfect dream.

Surrounded by illusions and illusions, yet so real and graceful.

"The end of mankind...is it really nobility?"

As the unique blues-like dance music of the Army Alliance sounded.

Zhao Guangli thought so in his heart.

Tuxedo, dust-free.

After the song ended, Zhao Guangli declined the invitation.

On one side, an attendant wearing something like a military uniform came to Zhao Guangli with a humble expression.

"[Sir]...Major General Tris's side..."

Zhao Guangli shook his head: "We'll talk about it later."

Among all the nations, Zhao Guangli developed countless forces.

Among them was one of the central nobles of the Fas Dynasty, Baron Tris.

No country can and should not have only one thought or force.

Behind the desire for war, there are of course underground factions who oppose the war.

The more aggressive and aggressive it is, the more people will believe that a fatal doomsday will come.

The military alliance will bring about its own destruction.

Major General Tris made good arrangements for Zhao Guangli, the messenger of the Doomsday Sect, upon his arrival.

The most exclusive banquet.

There are beautiful and plump girls everywhere.

Their eyes all flashed with the brightest spring light.

Even the uniforms have a strong **** color.

only……

Zhao Guangli left the banquet hall.

Even leaving the capital of Fas.

He was just wandering around casually.

Look at the world.

In this world, ordinary people actually have no choice.

The so-called love of fighting for the vast majority of people in the military alliance and giving up everything in order to join the army is regarded as an honor. This is just the education they have received since childhood, nothing more.

Because there is only a military academy here.

The top ten warlords also used military academies to cultivate their own talents.

Negotiating with gunfire is the most common method.

Death can also be said to be insignificant.

But people here are still crazy.

Go into the street.

Zhao Guangli, who had long since taken off his luxurious tuxedo, raised his head.

In the square in front, military preachers and military judges were conducting monthly lectures in an orderly manner.

Below are the fanatical ordinary people.

"army!"

"Conquest!"

"It's to protect the motherland and for the next generation!"

"Yes... war is inevitable. The three strongest forces in the human world only became the strongest by trampling on one war after another!"

"War is beautiful and desirable, regarded as an honor!"

"The army owns a country, not the country owns an army!!!"

Zhao Guangli watched with cold eyes.

There is no difference.

Although the ideologies are different.

But Zhao Guangli knew it.

What is the difference between here and Lin China?

People at the top are the ones with vested interests.

People at the lower level are ignorant people.

Next to Zhao Guangli, there was a little boy about seven or eight years old.

His little face turned red and he clenched his fists hard.

"I must join the French army!"

"I want to fight and I want to protect!"

"No matter what happens, you have to join the warlord... you can't have nothing."

Zhao Guangli watched coldly.

GuLong

The performance of the young man was appreciated.

When the dust of the times falls on an individual, it becomes an insurmountable and unshakable mountain.

Different thoughts.

Just as enthusiastic.

only……

"What's so good about war...why..."

Zhao Guangli's eyes shifted slightly.

A very small voice.

Very small.

Almost no one can hear it.

In a world that is as chaotic as a dream, it is so precious to be able to hear such a real voice.

There are many more voices like this.

Zhao Guangli did not look for the source of the sound.

But stay away from the crowd.

In the hospital.

A middle-aged soldier wearing a French uniform had a pale face.

"Why!"

"Why save me!"

"Wouldn't it be better for me to die under the gun of Luo Tong's troops?"

"Why!!"

In front of him, a man with a blind eye and completely twisted and disabled legs was roaring.

"What's the point of letting me live like this?"

"I have no money!"

"I have no military merit, and I can't even afford mechanical prosthetics!"

"I'm just a useless person, why should you save me!"

The middle-aged soldier muttered to himself, unable to speak.

Zhao Guangli walked into the ward.

This sight is not surprising.

Too many.

There are simply too many.

War is indeed a source of huge profits.

The resources that the military nobles can spend their extravagant life on come from this.

The top military officials at the beginning were definitely not like this. It was just that they became what they are today under the torrent of time.

"The bad nature of human beings...is what it is."

In the illusion of the dream, no one could detect Zhao Guangli's arrival.

Not just the disabled soldier.

The pale middle-aged soldier standing there also had a problem.

“ptsd…traumatic stress syndrome.”

"He is very afraid of war. In fact, although he is not seriously injured, he cannot fight on the battlefield."

"As a machinist, he was afraid of his own machinery."

"In the military alliance, when a soldier loses his combat ability, he falls into the dust."

Zhao Guangli watched carefully.

"My wife and son have already remarried...poor, the other party is still a [Rong Ke] noble."

[Rongke], the name of the military alliance, means "son of the landlord" or "little master".

Later, it generally refers to the nobles and big landowners of the military alliance.

The top ten warlords who have long-term monopoly on important military and political positions and hold the leadership of the country also belong to this level.

"Tsk tsk."

"In fact, as a soldier who was born as a serf, war is really their only way out."

Zhao Guangli was speechless for a moment.

Then a bang was heard.

The glass was shattered all over the floor.

A voice of exclamation came from not far away.

Zhao Guangli was in a daze.

Someone broke the window and jumped off the building.

The floors here are very high, even if a transcendent person falls, he may not survive, let alone...

It's just that all this has become normal.

Zhao Guangli saw Yin Hong's body.

Unclean white cloth, and dull doctors and nurses.

How many things like this have happened in this hospital that accommodates Allied soldiers to make them so indifferent?

Zhao Guangli walked out of the hospital.

far away.

There are parade floats of the [Junke] nobles.

Newspapers filled the sky.

Declaring another victory of the military alliance in foreign military operations.

The military exercise operation ended perfectly.

Only then did Zhao Guangli realize that there were flower petals from the previous dance on top of his head.

He shook it off gently.