This Game is Too Real

  Chapter 699 Follow me! Go get your guys!

  While there were crowds of people on the edge of the port, a cargo ship pulling livestock next to the pier was also crowded with ragged people.

   Their faces are glazed, their eyes numb, like the two-headed cows that fill the cargo ship next door.

   At this time, several men wearing exoskeletons boarded the deck.

  One of them cut the chains on the iron door with a plasma gun, and the other walked up to them and opened the helmet's speaker and said loudly.

   "You are free."

   The deck is dead silent.

   Facing the movement from the bow of the ship, the faces were indifferent, and they didn't even look here.

  Old Bai couldn't help being a little embarrassed.

   The players next to him exchanged glances and whispered a few words.

   "What did you think of."

   "A clone of the Legion."

   "Haha, we want to go together."

  Looking at Lao Bai who didn't know what to say for a while, Fang Chang sighed, walked to the side and patted him on the shoulder.

   "You're useless... I'll do it."

   After speaking, he took a step forward, looked at the group of people squatting on the deck, and shouted in human language.

   "We are a coalition, a coalition of survivors united."

  Old Bai looked at him in surprise.

  Fang Chang gave him a reassuring look, looked down at the drooping heads, raised his voice and continued.

"Before coming here, we met some of your suffering compatriots, and we were impressed by their hard work, optimism, and bravery. No matter how bad the situation was, they never gave up... the crowded and stuffy cabin , a journey with no end in sight, other people's eyes, and everything you can imagine."

"Later we found a place to take them and gave them some unnecessary wood and hay, and they quickly built a lot of houses on the beach. We then gave them land and seeds, and they Immediately it was turned into farmland and plantations. We just had to give them a hand and they knew very quickly where to go next."

   "I thought that since you are their compatriots, you will be somewhat similar to them, but when we stand here, you look at me with the back of your head."

  The voice was drowned in the rolling tide.

  Some people raised their heads, but after less than a second of eye contact, they quickly buried their heads down again.

   It's like how dirty my eyes are.

  Fang Chang watched them with pity in his eyes.

   Similar things happened in Boulder City, but when the whip came, the people there would move. Even before the alliance came, the blood of the casino was shed again and again.

   It is precisely because of this that even if Master Sid is powerful, he does not dare to go too far. When it is time to set up a name, he still has to stand up.

  But the situation in Borneo is completely different.

  When the rope was put around their necks, they not only accepted it happily, pinned their hopes on reincarnation in the afterlife, and even learned to breathe with their buttocks instead of their mouths.

"...the empire enslaved your parents, brothers, sisters, wives and children, and sold you to mines, quarries, plantations, wherever they would not go. And you just squatted there, treating you like cattle. Staring at the sea in a daze."

"Are you born to do this? Look into my eyes! If you don't dare, look at the boat next to you, the pigs and cows in cages. The bear you look like now has nothing to do with them." What's the difference? A group of hyenas in human skins told you to squat, and you squatted obediently. Do you know how we do it in the Valley Province? We will skin it! Stew them into soup! "

   "Only animals are worthy of being in cages. You should let them roll in instead of squatting on this wrecked boat for them!"

   "Get up!"

  The roar was like a thunderbolt, which shattered the waves hitting the ship's side, and also shattered the shackles entangled in the heart.

  The buried heads finally lifted up, together with a pair of knees touching the deck.

  Those raised pupils finally stopped dodging.

  Some of them are written with astonishment, some with surprise, some with raging anger, and some with a hint of bewilderment.

  But no matter what it is, it is better than the previous muddled, unexamined,

  Looking at the pair of human eyes and those people standing up from the deck one after another, Fang Chang nodded slightly satisfied.

   "Very well, it seems that you have some courage. Although it is not enough, we will lend you the part that is not enough."

   As he spoke, he took out a pistol from his waist and threw it viciously at the group of people standing up on the deck.

  Some people dodged aside in shock, some crouched down holding their heads, but some bravely stretched out their hands.

   Eventually, a stocky man with short shaved hair grabbed the gun.

   He gripped the gun tightly in his hand and held it high above his head, staring intently at the guy in the exoskeleton.

  Fang Chang was very satisfied with this guy's eyes.

   Generosity and bravery are things that can be pretended, but there is nothing wrong with a subconscious reaction. There are still guys worth saving in this group of mud that can't support the wall.

   "Your name, tell me out loud!"

  The veins in his neck bulged, and the man roared with all his strength.

   "Lacy!"

   The few players standing behind Lao Bai barely kept their expressions on their faces, but fortunately, no one noticed that they were wearing helmets.

   Fang Chang looked at the man with piercing eyes, and shouted loudly without changing his face.

   "Very good, Lacy! From now on, you are the leader of these people, the leader of the First Avengers Corps!"

   "Don't wait until tomorrow! Now! Let's pluck those hyenas now, and see what an ugly face hides under that skin!"

   "Follow me! Get your guns!"

   "Oh oh oh!" Almost as soon as the words fell, a deafening roar erupted on the deck, and the muddy pupils were completely ignited by anger and desire.

   They looked at the man standing at the bow with fanaticism, as if they were looking up to their gods.

   Several players standing behind Lao Bai and Fang Chang exchanged glances in surprise and whispered in the communication channel.

   "Good guy."

   "What does elder brother Fang do in real life?"

  Old Bai looked at Fang Chang with a puzzled expression.

   "Aren't we here to rob people?"

  According to the original plan, it would be over to sail these slave ships to the French Fries Port. There are their compatriots there, and naturally someone will teach them how to start a new life.

   But sending guns to them now is undoubtedly an extra problem.

  Looking at the group of boiling slaves, Fang Chang said softly with a smile.

   "What's the use of taking these people to the fries port? Do we need slaves? I don't think it's too expensive to give me 1000 dinars just now."

  Lao Bai just wanted to say that the method of the refugee home can actually be used, but soon realized that the method is too slow for the situation here.

  Although practice has proved that the home for refugees has indeed helped a large number of slaves who cannot take care of themselves to master a skill and reintegrate into the society of the alliance, but its mode of operation itself is doomed, and its carrying capacity is limited.

   Besides, there is a prerequisite for the implementation of that thing, that is, the local survivors have the will to save themselves and are willing to help other people who suffer the same as themselves.

  Here, if anyone is picked out at random, as long as he can survive, he will feel that there is nothing wrong with him. If he catches a half-dead guy, everyone else will think that it is his own problem.

  Perhaps only by letting them shed a little blood can there be any hope of ending this cycle of reincarnation.

   But only a little bit.

   Seeing that Fang Chang seemed to have an idea, Lao Bai continued to ask.

   "Then what are you going to do next?"

  Fang Chang glanced at the nearby ships and narrowed his eyes slightly.

   "There are still a few ships there, and I will send them guns later. I plan to send a team of people to take them to attack the largest prison in this settlement."

   Located at Camp Lowell on Blackwater Street.

According to Sisi's records in a continuously updated sightseeing post, the camp used to be a shelter for thousands of survivors more than a century ago, and some locals even believed that it was the King Galleon Port The predecessor of the settlement.

  However, no matter what the camp was used for in the past, it has now become the private property of His Majesty the Emperor of the Xilan Empire, which is managed by the Governor's Office.

  Except for the Yue people who were persecuted for inexplicable reasons, there are still a large number of bankrupt debt slaves and some prisoners with special identities, which even account for 5% of the entire settlement!

  A month ago, the concentration camp captured and burned by the Knights of the White Bear was nothing more than a "warehouse" for temporary placement of slaves, and the defense itself was not considered strict.

  The Rowell camp is the source of the slave trade in this settlement.

  Before implementing the laws of the alliance, they must first unplug that place, otherwise no matter what they do, it will be a waste of expression.

  As a symbol of the authority of the royal family, the importance of capturing the Lowell camp in awakening the confidence of the local resistance forces is also extraordinary.

  Looking at Fang Chang, Lao Baichi questioned.

   "Isn't it too early for them that they haven't trained yet?"

   "Do it now. What they are facing is only some jailers and the city defense army who were disabled by us. It may not be possible to wait a few days."

   After a pause, Fang Chang continued.

   "And before training, what they need more is confidence. We have to make them realize that their enemies are actually vulnerable!"

  …

  The slaves on the ship got off the ship in a swarm, and the merchants on the edge of the port saw it, but they were eager to see it.

  Especially a few big noses from the west coast, seeing that the people of the alliance drove the slaves off the ship, they immediately yelled anxiously.

   "What are you doing! That's my slave!" a Villant trader shouted angrily.

   Fang Chang, who came down from the pier, happened to see the guy who was full of righteous indignation, and threw the shackles he had just removed into his arms.

   "Catch it yourself."

Slammed on his chest by the shackles, the Willant trader subconsciously took it with both hands, but when he looked up, he saw alliance soldiers dragging wooden boxes containing munitions from the warehouse, breaking open the chains and taking out the rifles inside, and directly issued them to his slaves.

  The merchant's face turned ashen for a while, and he almost spit out a mouthful of old blood.

  Of course he recognizes the wooden crates. It was yesterday that he delivered them to the port warehouse in exchange for the payment for these more than a thousand animals.

  Looking at the monkeys who couldn't put down their rifles one by one, he gritted his teeth and finally swallowed the breath.

   Withdrew from the crowd and dared not speak any more.

   Facing the pair of eyes staring at him, Fang Chang cleared his throat, raised his hands and continued.

   "This is a conflict between us and the empire, and it has nothing to do with you. We beat ours, and you continue to do your business, and even... from now on, the tax at the port will be halved."

   "Of course, the slave trade is probably impossible. We don't recognize the ownership of people, and we don't welcome any slave traders here."

   "However, if you are willing to go to Silver Moon Bay to import a batch of goods we need here, we guarantee that you will earn a lot of money."

   "We will pay in dinars or silver coins."

  After throwing down these words, Fang Chang ordered the players who are proficient in the language to register the identity of all those who intend to pass the dock, and then went to the next ship.

  At the same time that the identity registration was completed, the slaves who flocked to the port also completed their armed forces, fully armed a team of 2,000 people.

Although most of them hold bolt-action Ripper rifles, only a few carry automatic firepower such as blade assault rifles and PU-9 charges, and most of them have not received professional military training, but at this moment their fighting will is like a flame Generally high.

  In addition to the two thousand people, more people who were not assigned weapons also followed behind with sticks and fish-killing knives, looking murderous.

  Except for the elderly, women, and children, almost everyone stood up, holding back their anger and preparing to liberate their compatriots and family members.

  Now they are completely twisting the rope with one breath. If there is even a second of hesitation at this time, this tight rope may be broken.

  Looking at Laxi who was walking in front of him with a rifle in his arms, his face flushed from shortness of breath, Fang Chang patted his shoulder for fear.

   "Don't be afraid, we will fight side by side with you."

   After finishing speaking, he shouted towards Killing Dagger and hundreds of brothers of the Burning Corps who were ready to go.

   "Now! Cover our Avengers and move towards Camp Rowell! Go and free the slaves who were imprisoned!"

  The slaves carrying rifles let out a roar that shook the world.

"Oh oh oh!"

  …

   At twelve o'clock at noon, with a cannon that pierced the silence, the second phase of the Burning Corps' offensive officially started, and this was a full two days earlier than originally planned.

The area currently controlled by the Burning Corps is mainly concentrated on the streets named after tulips near the port. It is separated from other urban areas by a ring road named "Knight Road", and the Governor's Mansion in the northwest is the fulcrum of firepower. A large urban area north of King Gallon Port.

  Equivalently, the area currently controlled by the alliance is like an irregular pentagon, and the Rowell camp is located on the northeast side of the pentagon.

If the Rowell camp can be captured, the alliance's actual control area will be able to extend at least one kilometer to the northeast, and form an angle with the Governor's Mansion in the northwest, drawing a line of control parallel to the coastline on the map. Wire.

But at this moment, General Abinan, who was retreating to the slums, had no idea of ​​the alliance's plan. He was still trying to gather the few remaining subordinates and the young men he had just brought in to plan a counterattack. Rescue the old men.

   If he still wants to live, this is his only way.

  However, at this moment, a mortar shell suddenly "swish" and landed on the newly built defense line.

  Only hearing a bang, the wall of sandbags piled up in the middle of the road was instantly overturned, and several imperial soldiers squatting behind the sandbag wall also fell to the ground.

   Before the centurion stationed on the street came back to their senses, bullets whizzed past accompanied by loud gunshots, followed by deafening shouts of killing from the other side of the street.

   "Kill!"

   "I'm fighting with you!"

   "Aww!!"

  Listening to the screams of the mountains and tsunami, the imperial soldiers hiding behind the bunkers were all stunned.

  If they remember correctly, only less than a thousand soldiers landed at the port.

  However, listening to the eardrum-shattering shouts of killing, why does it feel like tens of thousands of people are charging towards their positions? !

  General Abinan, who was in command, was also dumbfounded.

  His position at the moment is much clearer than the frontline soldiers. Those cannon fodders rushing towards their positions are not members of the Alliance at all, they are clearly lowly Moon Clan slaves!

   Realizing this, his heart suddenly burned with anger, and he clenched his fists tightly.

   These despicable and shameless villains!

   Actually distributed the weapons of the empire to those lowly slaves!

   There are also those slaves who are also stupid and unaware. They don’t understand what they are doing at all, and they are willing to be cannon fodder for a group of robbers, stabbing the empire standing behind them!

   "Fire me! Blow up these bastards!"

  He roared and ordered the gunners to fire, while he retreated with the guards to temporarily avoid the menacing edge.

  The three 100mm artillery guns erected on the street instantly spewed out angry tongues of flame, and three thick and long tracers rushed towards the crowd, instantly blasting a **** gap in the crowd.

  However, the **** scene did not repel the charging crowd. People have a natural sense of alienation from death that is too close and too far away.

   Especially when the hot blood sprayed on the face, looking at the enemy who was close at hand, the anger burning in the pupils became more intense.

   These guys have never regarded them as human beings, and the tags hanging around their necks are not even as good as a two-headed cow.

  In this case—

  They naturally don't have to treat them as human beings.

   "—In the Valley Province, we skin the hyenas and jackals and make them into stew! Feed the soup made from their bones to the dogs!"

   "Rush up! Let me see if you are worth saving!"

  The roar was silently drowned in the hustle and bustle of the crowd, and in just half a minute, the angry Moon Clan slaves stepped over the scattered sandbag wall.

Their speed was even faster than the alliance's mortars. In just a few breaths, they stabbed the bayonet into the chest of the firing artillery, and smashed their skulls one by one with a scimitar for scraping fish scales. Hundreds of fellow citizens in the street took revenge.

  Looking at this group of angry beasts, both the city defense soldiers guarding the position and the survivors watching were dumbfounded.

  Abinan's eyes were full of fear, his hands and feet were cold, trembling and numb, and his lips parted and closed, unable to utter a word for a long time.

  The adjutant who had been withdrawn from the front line ran to his side in embarrassment, looked at General Abinan in a panic and said.

   "Sir... Those slaves are crazy! We are no match for them! Let's withdraw!"

  Beside him were several machine gunners who were lucky enough to withdraw from the front line.

  Under the guidance of the drone, the alliance's mortars accurately sent away the machine guns they hid in the dirt houses in the slums.

   Now they have less than 400 soldiers left, and the rest either fled or fell to the ground, and there is no longer any hope of counterattack.

  Abinan's Adam's Apple moved up and down, and despair was written on his wrinkled face.

   "Get out..." It took him a long time to squeeze out the word from his throat.

   Being bestowed to death by His Majesty, at least a whole body can be left behind.

   Being caught by the mob, he might have to be chopped up and thrown into the sea to feed the fish.

  As the order to retreat was issued, the soldiers of the city defense army who were guarding the slums and fighting with the mob were defeated in an instant.

  Lassi, who led the slaves forward, was also surprised by the performance of this group of guys who looked like dogs on weekdays.

  It turned out that it was such a group of vulnerable things who enslaved them.

   "Forward!" Looking at the scattered and fleeing city defense army, Lacy shouted at the liberated slaves behind him, "Advance towards the Lowell camp!"

   What responded to him was a deafening roar.

"go ahead!!"

   At the same time that the city defense army collapsed, Sunil, the prison warden of the Lowell camp, had already seen this scene from the watchtower on the south side.

  He's been standing here since the gunfire.

   And when he saw the mob crossing the barricades placed by the city defense army on the main road, he immediately cursed angrily.

   "This stupid donkey! Usually when you're bragging, you're blustering, but when it's time to use it, you can't even clean up a bunch of cannon fodder!"

   After scolding, cold sweat broke out from his forehead.

  Because at this moment, he saw the mob scattered in the slums gathering in the direction of Blackwater Street.

   Obviously, those guys have their eyes on this place.

   This group of lifeless bastards...

   How dare you put your idea into His Majesty's pocket!

  The jailer standing aside was shivering, his back was covered with hot sweat.

   "...my lord, what should we do?"

  There might be someone he greeted in that group of thugs, and he didn't dare to let those guys get caught. If Master Sunil hadn't been watching, he would have sneaked away long ago.

  In fact, he wasn't the only one who thought so.

  When they saw the group of thugs pouring out from the direction of the port, many clever people had roughly guessed something, and had already slipped through the back door while taking advantage of the chaos.

  Sunil gritted his teeth, a trace of struggle flashed across his stern face, but in the end, the fear of authority prevailed.

The nearly 50,000 slaves imprisoned here belong to His Majesty. Among them are not only the cheapest labor slaves, but also a lot of high-quality and valuable goods. Even if they are all sold cheaply, they can realize two to three billion dinars. And this is almost equivalent to the total export volume of Jin Gallon Port for one year.

  If this money is lost, even His Majesty will be furious, and even if he is punished lightly, he will demote his whole family into slaves.

  Cold sweat broke out from his forehead. Seeing that the group of thugs had already killed him, Sunil roared loudly.

"Ready to fight!"

  The jailer beside him had a look of despair on his face, but facing those fierce pupils, he could only use all his courage and growl in mourning.

"yes!"

  …

Generally speaking, when a resident of Gold Gallon Port sells all his property and is unable to repay his debts, and the creditors press hard, the Governor will, in the name of His Majesty, use a price acceptable to the creditors, mercifully transfer the A "bad debt" was bought.

  If the indebted survivor can repay His Majesty's debts within the grace period, then he can regain his freedom.

   And if not, then the notorious Lowell camp is his final destination.

The "prisoner" here is more like a commodity that can be chosen by anyone. Labor is usually marked with a uniform price and sold wholesale to interested buyers, while some goods with special talents or good looks will be marked with a slightly more expensive price. The price is for the really powerful buyers to choose.

  The jailers here usually don't blatantly abuse the prisoners, at most they only impose the necessary corporal punishment on some lazy slaves.

However, it is certain that the treatment of the guy who has not been sold will get worse and worse, and if he has not been bought for a year, then no matter what talent he has, he can only live in a pigsty, or be sent to a place where no one can survive. out of the mine.

   Therefore, whenever the gate of the camp is opened, the prisoners in any camp will tense up and rush to the iron fence gate to look forward to it.

  However, what is different from usual is that today the gate of the camp is tightly closed, and there is no movement at all.

…In the end what happened?

   Almost everyone had such doubts in their minds, until the deafening cannon and gunshots sounded outside the fence.

Teams of prison guards ran towards the wall in a panic, standing behind the bunkers of the wall and firing on the street, but the firepower outside was as fierce as a tsunami. In just a few minutes, dozens of people fell from the wall , leaving a shocking blood stain on the open space in front of the door.

  The slaves in several camps near the gate were taken aback and hid away. At this moment, the outside of the camp outside was in full swing.

   The Moon Clan who besieged the Lowell camp had left more than two hundred corpses, and the casualties continued to increase.

   Their combat effectiveness is not very strong, and they only defeated the city defense army that had been beaten down by the alliance only by relying on their numerical advantage and temporary ruthlessness.

Although the training of the prison guards in the Rowell camp is far inferior to the city defense army led by General Abinan, the victory lies in the complete organization and the favorable terrain, which has caused a lot of damage to the "Avengers First Corps" casualties.

  Seeing that the mob was only thundering and raining, Warden Sunil, who was lying on the sentry tower, finally regained his courage and roared in the direction of Blackwater Street.

"Haha, you shameless traitors! You actually tried to break into His Majesty's fortress in vain! I don't think you are awake! Wait, the gray wolf army stationed by the Yongliu River is on the way here, and you will fight for you today! Violence pays!"

  Hearing the prestige of the Gray Wolf Army, many Moon Clan members subconsciously showed a trace of timidity on their faces, including the leader of the group, Laxi.

  But that trace of timidity is only a trace.

   They have no way out when they come here.

  Looking at the camp that could not be attacked for a long time, the murderous dagger who was watching from a distance couldn't stand it anymore, put down the binoculars in his hand, and said in the communication channel.

   "Aren't we really going to give them a hand?"

  According to this style of play, it is estimated that many people will die.

  A calm answer came from the communication channel.

   "They need to do it themselves, no one can help them...Give them the captured 100mm gun."

  The murderous dagger nodded.

"yes!"

On the other side, at the corner of Heishui Street, the Moon Clan fighters gathered behind the bunker began to organize the third round of attack, while Sunil, who was hiding on the sentry tower, saw that they had nothing to do, so he became even more unscrupulous and shouted outside the wall yelling.

   "It's useless! Give it up! You despicable slaves! You can't even aim! Come and hit me! Come on! Pooh!"

  Although he was shouting, he didn't let his head out from the edge of the bunker. Only the 30cm thick concrete wall could give him enough sense of security.

  The walls of the Rowell camp are five stories high and are completely poured with concrete. The thinnest part of the wall is nearly two meters thick.

   There are 500 jailers stationed in the camp. Each wall can be allocated a 100-man team, and a team can be left to respond flexibly.

   With the ammunition stored in the arsenal, he can stay here forever!

   Staring at the fortress that could not be attacked for a long time, Lassi's face was a bit dignified.

   They have used all available methods, including throwing Molotov cocktails filled with pine nut oil and phosphorous powder, including easy-to-assemble trebuchets, and even using smoke.

  Until this moment, a few Moon Clan people with shovels on their backs pushed a 100mm cannon out of the narrow alley.

   "Brothers in the Alliance gave us this thing!"

  Lassi's eyes lit up, and he shouted to the comrades beside him.

   "Who will fire!"

   It is obviously impossible to have a meeting.

  But after a brief hesitation, a black and thin man raised his hand.

   "I've seen people from the City Defense Army fire! I can try!"

  Lacy didn't hesitate, immediately grabbed his shoulder, pulled him to the cannon, and pointed at the gate in the distance.

"give it to you!"

  The man nodded nervously, picked out a pointed ammunition from the ammunition box, stuffed it into the barrel from behind, and then pulled the breech block.

   Beckoning the soldiers on the side to aim the barrel at the gate, he picked up the matchlock and quickly ran to the side, shouting loudly at the same time.

   "Fire!"

   At the same time as the voice fell, he yanked the fire rope hard, and the flames of the explosion flickered the entire alley, and even the houses next to him shook.

  A thick and long tracer instantly rushed towards the gate in the distance, leaving a big hole sunken inward on the iron gate!

  Clutching his ears and standing still, Laxi, who got up from the dust, was overjoyed when he saw the pierced iron gate in the distance.

   "Again! Quick!"

  Without his orders, the artillerymen who were ordered in danger have already begun to think about moving the shell casings out of the barrel and reloading the artillery.

  Seeing the iron gate with a hole in it, Sunil, who was lying on the sentry tower, almost peed his pants without being scared, and his face no longer had the previous complacency.

   And at this moment, the second cannon shot came, and another orange tracer rushed towards the closed iron gate.

   Immediately after the third shot—

  Finally, after being hit by five consecutive shots, the iron gate finally fell backwards overwhelmed, setting off billows of smoke and dust in the open space.

  Seeing that the gate was destroyed, the Moon Clan people whose morale was shaky suddenly regained hope of victory, and raised their rifles to kill the collapsed gate.

   "Kill!!"

  The sound of shouting like sea waves even shattered the smoke.

  Looking at the thugs coming like a tide, the defenders guarding the wall finally couldn't hold back the fear in their hearts, and began to retreat.

   "Hold on to me! Never let them in!"

   Fleeing from the sentry tower in a hurry, Sunil yelled at the retreating jailers, but he couldn't stop the defeat at all.

  The jailers on the northeastern section of the wall opened the gate with all their strength, and fled in the direction of the slums outside. While fleeing, they threw their clothes and guns on the ground, allowing the survivors to loot them.

  Looking at the thugs who were killed in front of him, there was no trace of arrogance and arrogance on Sunil's face anymore, only fear and pleading remained, and he stuttered and couldn't even utter a complete sentence.

   "I, I was forced... I was also ordered to act..."

   Before he finished speaking, a gun **** hit his head, hitting him with stares in his eyes and falling backwards.

   "I'm going to hell!"

  The crowd rushed forward, stripped him of all his clothes, hacked him to death, and hung him on the sentry tower where he was squatting before.

  The cages containing the slaves were opened one by one. Facing the familiar compatriots, the expressions on the faces of the slaves were at a loss at first, but they quickly joined them under the impetus of the atmosphere.

  The guards who surrendered were gathered in the open space for execution, no matter how those guys begged for mercy, no one listened.

  The Moon Clan, who was dazzled by anger, killed these lackeys of the emperor in the most cruel way, in order to commemorate the compatriots who died in the battle.

  Exciting cheers resounded in the cage like a pigeon cage, and the slaves, whether they were from the Moon Clan or not, joined in.

  The Killing Dagger, who stood watching from a distance, reported the situation on the front line again.

   "...The Rowell camp has completely fallen. I think it would be better to take over as soon as possible. If they continue to make trouble, I'm afraid there will be a big mess."

  Fang Chang's voice came from the communication channel.

   "...Well, this area is handed over to you, as well as the resettlement of freed slaves and training. We need them to have a certain combat effectiveness before the arrival of the regular army."

  The murderous dagger made a helpless expression.

   "You really picked an 'easy' job for me."

   Fang Chang said with a faint smile.

   "Do well, I like you!"

"let me try."

  Hung up the communication, the murderous dagger waved, and led a group of brothers who were armed to the teeth and walked towards the Lowell camp.

   This is an unorganized riot.

  They don’t have a trade union organization like the “Bohrs” in Boulder City, and a little book that can barely be called a guiding ideology.

  If it is not controlled, the violence that has nowhere to be released will soon vent to the ordinary survivors who watch the excitement and don't think it's a big deal.

   After all, when they were enslaved, those people were watching with cold eyes. Now that they have guns in their hands, it is hard to say that they will not take their temper on people who are weaker than them.

No-

   Almost certainly.

  Looking at the survivor named Lacy standing in the middle of the camp, Killer Dagger stepped forward and handed him a cigarette.

   Lassi was stunned for a moment, seeing that it was the friendly soldiers wearing exoskeletons, he grinned, took the cigarette and put it on his mouth.

   "Thank you brothers, you will always be our brothers, and we will always remember your help to us today!"

   "I hope you think so." Killing Dagger took out a match and lit it for him, and then lit one for himself.

   Quietly finished his cigarette, he looked at those beast-like eyes, and continued.

   "You have achieved a staged victory. As you can see, the empire is just a paper tiger. The emperor's subordinates are a group of eunuchs without species, and hyenas in human skin."

"But even with a pack of hyenas in human skin, it's still not easy for you to defeat them over and over again. Remember, a hungry wolf can win once or even twice, but it can always win It could only be people."

   Lassi frowned.

"What's the meaning."

  Murdering Dagger: "It means, restrain your subordinates. The slaves here are not your trophies, they are your compatriots... I don't think I need to remind you of this."

   "Of course," Lassi said without hesitation, "How could I be like those beasts?"

   "It's better to be like this. I hope our investment is a correct transaction, at least it won't bring us... some troubles of our own." Killing Dagger reminded in the most tactful way possible.

   This self-defense counterattack is only authorized by the alliance constitution and the player manual, and the player has the right to make a limited counterattack against all "neutral forces outside the white list" that actively attack the player.

   As for the limit of counterattack, there is no clear definition.

  Dog Plan didn't stop them, which means they didn't violate the rules of the server.

   But whether it violated the wishes of the managers is hard to say.

   After all, this is a military operation without the authorization of the administrator.

   What the alliance is after is not the "imperial route", but to unite the suffering survivors. As for how to unite, this measure is in the hands of the players themselves.

   Not surprisingly, the manager should have received the report from the Niu Ma airship by now.

   At present, no one has received an order to stop the military operation through the mission system of the official website, which can only show that the managers are temporarily neutral about this operation.

  They have to do as little as possible to make managers disgusted, whether it is an indirect result or a direct result.

   Lassi frowned.

   "OK...you tell me how to do it, and we'll do it."

  His thinking is very simple.

   Cannibals have short mouths and soft hands.

  Everything they have is given by the people of the alliance, and there is a high probability that they will have to rely on the supplies of the alliance for a long time to come, so there is nothing wrong with listening to their arrangements.

  Besides, he was hit here by a burst of anger, and he actually didn't have an idea in his heart, what to do next.

   Drive the emperor out of the sky?

  It's too far from here...

  Killer Dagger nodded in satisfaction, and stuffed the remaining pack of cigarettes into the hands of the flattered Lacy.

   "Now we are going to train you and help you establish a perfect organization... Also, we need a few photos, can we cooperate?"

   Lassi was stunned for a moment.

"photo?"

  Killer Dagger nodded again, and looked at the pigeon cage with the iron door open.

   "That's right, I just ask you to pick some poor-looking guys, and go back to that cage to squat for a while... five minutes will be fine."

   "You may be bored, but we need them to keep some people's mouths shut."

  (end of this chapter)