The solar system is broken

The hunt is over.

Life is back on track.

The order to abolish the department has not yet been issued, and writers still have to go to work.

However, there is no longer any mention of the identity of a blue-blooded person, and the customs is deserted, with only screeners and a few security guards remaining.

There are not many people in a building.

The writer didn't care either, lying on a deck chair in front of the glass wall, facing the sun, wearing sunglasses and reading the newspaper.

Youzhou Express.

[Huo Shan passed the election of the Left House and became a seven-man general.]

Below is a picture from the campaign.

Huo Shan was wearing a khaki military uniform, a military cap, and sunglasses. He held a corn cob in his mouth and hugged Moss, looking very proud of himself.

[The former government guard has been put on trial and Commander Krissy has been released.]

Unlike the arrogant Huoshan, Chrissy is very haggard.

His hair was disheveled, and his eyes were tired. Even a pair of clean clothes could not hide his despair.

"Krish?" The writer had not heard of it.

[The laser device developed by the institute has been assembled.]

[The institute stated that it will conduct research on the engine next, and will reproduce a small engine in the year after next at the latest.]

Below are some pictures.

An aircraft design drawing, and an engineer posing for a photo.

I don't know the engineer, but the writer is familiar with that person's background, Dora.

Thinking of Dora's previous abnormality, the writer had a bad premonition.

This guy...

"What should I say? This person is weird!"

[Frank Young will perform a brand-new magic show at the Grand Theater on August 31, and tickets for the theater will be sold out as soon as they go on sale.]

"August 31st?"

The writer took the ticket out of his pocket.

Wrinkled.

Frank Young's signature was written slanted on the piece of paper, in Latin but very sloppily.

It seems that everywhere, the so-called artist's signatures are mostly touching.

"This is not Ding Ling, we have an appointment..."

In fact, the writer doesn't know much about Ding Ling. He also doesn't know what this woman wants to do.

"never mind!"

If you are not a prophet, how can you know the secrets of heaven?

Entertainment news is all empty and nutritious.

The writer gently opened the newspaper.

[Huo Shan signed General Order No. 1, increasing the number of conscription quotas by 1,500 and improving soldiers’ welfare.]

[Soldiers’ wages increased from the original basic salary of 0.8k to the current 1.5k, which is 1.8k during wartime. This part of the money will be spent from the surplus of abolished government agencies and units. 】

[In order to increase the source of soldiers, this also applies to all foreigners. Those who have served for five years will be given household registration in the city-state. 】

[Kill in action pension 4k.]

The writer shook his head.

Obviously, although the salary of all soldiers has been greatly increased, it is still too much for blue-blooded people.

A writer has a sinecure of 2k, and these defenders...

It’s hard to describe in one word~

"It's unreasonable, but...what does it have to do with me!"

The writer shook the newspaper in his hand and rocked the rocking chair gently.

The leisurely sunshine sprinkled finely on his hair.

"In front of the army, life is half dead, but under the tent, there is still singing and dancing~"

A shaky rule, a country without faith, and people without culture.

There are only some technologies that transcend human nature, and the high dams are cracking gently, like ceramics being opened.

What a beautiful sound... a requiem for death.

[Moss issued a speech condemning the Shang Kingdom.]

This matter is actually a piece of cake.

However, Moss's condemnation was the first time. As the leader of the seven generals, his statement basically indicated that the entire top leadership had reached a consensus.

This time is a bit special. It is a diplomatic statement. Moss enumerated the various atrocities committed by the Shang Kingdom against the city-states.

The original text of "Jueshang Shu" reads this.

In the seventh month of the Xia Dynasty (lunar calendar), the envoy from Youzhou told Shang Jue, "In the past, I caught the good of our ancestor Ding, worked hard together, pledged an oath to him, and offered him bribes (wealth and goods)."

Disasters descended from heaven, the forests of Yangjia Mountain collapsed, and Xiao Xin wandered northward into our land. The people in the secluded areas ate pots of slurry and kept Xiao Xin on the road to death.

The little Xin established, crossed the river in the morning and set up the territory at night, and captured my people five times out of ten.

Our people wear armour, walk across mountains and rivers, overcome dangers and overcome them.

Youzhou did not forget the good deeds it had done before, and also built the alliance government according to its old virtues.

Afterwards, the princes in the south will be sick, and they will be killed by Shang. I am afraid, appease the princes, and the Shang division will be harmless, then I will have great achievements in Chaoge.

The general died for his own sake and despised our country. He neglected my new king and conquered my southern mountains. He raped me and conquered my secluded city. He destroyed my Fei Hua, separated my brothers, disrupted my alliance and overthrew my country. I have not forgotten your old merits, but I am afraid of the downfall of the country, so I have the master of Nanshan.

Wu Yi was still impatient. He entered our Youzhou, attacked our Hebei, captured our city officials, and harnessed our horses. This is why we have a battle in the meander of the river. The south road is blocked, so it is Wu Yi's best to defeat me.

To say that these things are true is all nonsense, and basically puts the responsibility completely on King Shang.

The goodness of Zu Ding is simply a fabrication. At that time, the base was not qualified to talk to the king, so how could Zu Ding be so good?

Zu Ding stood up, Yang Jia ran to the south, and Xiao Xin ran to the north.

At that time, the Youzhou base was just a barren land. Xiao Xin brought about two hundred followers and destroyed the entire base.

Shouldn't losers be greeted with a bowl of jelly?

Due to limited awareness, Xiao Xin did not notice the horror of blue-blooded people.

I just want to take over this piece of land and use it as my own reservation.

It happened that at this time, Yang Jia returned to Shangdu, killed the king, and established himself as king.

In order to return to the center of power as soon as possible, Xiao Xin urgently needs to obtain a powerful force, and Youzhou cannot be conquered for a while.

So Xiao Xin negotiated with the first leader of the base, and Youzhou provided some troops to the Xiao Xin Group. In return, Xiao Xin not only withdrew the troops, but also promised to transfer this part of Hequ to the base.

Under pressure, the base sent an army to assist Xiao Xin in returning to the country to seize power.

Xiao Xin's road to seizing power was very bumpy. After returning from the North, he fought all the way and lost consecutive battles.

Finally, with the help of the Heyang clan, he captured the Shang capital and successfully became king.

He also assigned the meander of the river to the Heyang clan.

Xiao Xin played a trick. He didn't want to give Hequ to the blue-blooded people, nor would he strengthen the Heyang clan, so he sealed two seals in one place.

They also built a city on the river to prevent the blue-blooded people from Youzhou from invading.

The blue-blooded people were angry this time and went out in full force to drive the Heyang clan out of Hequ.

After that, things became even more ridiculous. Youzhou took the initiative to seek peace with Shang. King Shang also considered that his throne was unstable and the princes were not convinced, so he made peace.

When the princes saw Xiao Xin freeing his hands, they panicked and immediately gave in.

Then the leader of the base behind died, a new general was established, and Shang King Wu Yi attempted to invade.

At this time, the power was completely transferred, and the base relied on high-end technology to directly defeat the merchant army in Nanshan.

Later, in the Battle of Hequ, he directly crushed the merchant army.

Since then, Youzhou has enjoyed a brief period of peace, and then carried out light-speed industrialization in less than a hundred years.

Straight away from the development level of the Shang Dynasty for more than 2,000 years, the productivity of a city-state exceeded the total of a large slave country.

The city-state of Youzhou, which had already risen, wanted to use troops against the Shang State many times. However, during this period of time, the city-state was unable to launch a war due to Guangrao's peaceful rhetoric.

The absence of war does not mean that hatred has been eliminated. It even means that hatred is getting worse.

As more and more blue-blooded people fled from King Shang's territory to Youzhou, this sentiment became more and more obvious.

The cloud of killing is getting thicker and thicker.

This short business letter is definitely a signal of war.

"Have you started yet?" The writer put the newspaper down gently.

The sun shines on the tiles in the distance, and the dark and crimson tiles shine more and more.

People walked slowly on the streets, and trams passed slowly through the center of the city.

Crunch~crunch~

It's just that the tram stalled and stopped from time to time, and Shi Ji, who was sitting in the driver's seat, honked the horn angrily.

There are a lot of bicycles walking through the streets. The men in front are wearing gentleman's hats. From time to time they look back and chat with the women sitting on the shelves.

The thick smoke in the distance was rising diagonally, as calmly as the smoke slowly exhaled from the nostrils of an old smoker.

Everything is so peaceful and has nothing to do with war.

"war!"

Does war have anything to do with blue-blooded people? Yes.

But compared to the fragile red-blooded people, the relationship between war seems to be greater.

The writer doesn't know what the final outcome will be, but his heart aches...

[Industrial area, urgently recruiting workers, shell shells are waxed, men and women are not limited, food and accommodation are included, monthly salary is 0.4k.]

[Industrial area, urgently recruiting workers, painting workers, male or female, food and accommodation included, monthly salary 0.5k,]

[Institute, urgently recruiting workers, porters, men's health, food and accommodation included, monthly salary 0.6k.]

【Municipal Building...】

Like snowflakes, recruitment notices kept scrolling in the sidebar of the newspaper.

The writer looks very annoyed, as they are all in military industry or military-related industries.

"Alas~"

He threw the newspaper under the bed and sighed softly.

When I stood up, the sun was a bit scorching.

After closing the curtain, many light spots appeared in the field of vision. The writer rubbed his eyes and was about to take off the windbreaker from the hanger and go to sleep.

However, at this moment, the phone on the table rang.

"Sisi~Dinglingling~"

The entire grip vibrated and emitted a strong beep.

"Phone? Whose is it??"

Pick it up gently.

"Hey, this is the Blue Blood Customs Administration. Who are you looking for?"

The writer's voice is lazy and ordinary.