Utopia

Without enough confidence, your words don't carry enough weight. This is a major premise for diplomacy between countries, and it is also an important principle that determines the relationship between countries.

Therefore, given the bloody style of the dog-headed people, Yawen doesn't believe that the mercenaries who came to Gas City would kneel down in front of the dog-headed people so easily.

On the contrary, fighting to the death until the last moment is the normal ending.

"Hu. Then listen to you, I'll talk to the mayor tomorrow. By the way, Ada, do you want a child?"

"Sure. Here or in bed?"

In short, as time goes by, the two sides who are more familiar with and understand each other officially enter the nightlife mode.

When the sun rises normally the next day, Sogen hears the message from Ada from Beth.

"Yawen finally figured it out. Very good."

"Your attitude as a father is like this?"

"Yawen was adamant before, but now he has Ada, everything is fine. Of course, I know you, Leia, are probably eager to rush over to Yawen and give him a lecture."

As he spoke, Sogen quickly turned his attention to Leia, who was taking a month's vacation and preparing to go to Gas City to visit his wife.

"So what? I'm still waiting to hold my granddaughter. Yawen's sister gave birth to a son..."

"Uh, stop, don't say it. If you have any opinions, go to Otto's family. It's okay if they are happier than you. So, Leia, congratulations on your promotion."

"Promotion... I am in charge of the textbook issues of a region. How can I compare with you as the mayor? And compared to me, there is nothing to gain here, just reviewing all kinds of textbooks. You... really don't consider returning to Marle City or Solo City for promotion?"

"Do you think it's easy to get promoted? It's too troublesome here. There is a civil war outside and all kinds of smuggling in the city."

Smuggling is really a completely unsolvable thing for Sogen. The more war-torn the place is, the easier it is to fish in troubled waters and make a lot of money.

So along the road connecting the Kingdom of Golson, I don't know how many underground black market profiteers ran to the Kingdom of Golson to plunder and held a loot-sharing meeting in Lengchuan City.

Of course, although these profiteers injected more funds into the economic development of Lengchuan City, one of the troubles that came with it was drugs.

No matter which team the Golson Kingdom was in the midst of a civil war, all of them had a certain degree of dependence on psychotropic drugs. Once they became addicted to drugs, these addicts who could exert unprecedented combat effectiveness under the blessing of drugs would definitely use various means to get more and more drugs to ensure their fighting will.

Otherwise...

If long-term drug addicts lose the blessing of drugs one day, they probably won't be able to beat a wild boar or even a hare, and become the dinner of a goshawk or other carnivorous animals.

"Including arms?"

"Yes."

As one of the most profitable businesses in the world, arms trade is not only carried out between countries, but also exists in many invisible corners.

So when Sogen heard what Leah said, he couldn't help but nod slightly. He didn't want to admit it more than anyone else, but he had to admit that there were many underground smugglers in Lengchuan City under his jurisdiction who were secretly engaged in arms and even drug transactions that were carried out simultaneously with arms trade.

In addition, for unknown reasons, the Orchid Republic in the northwest used its own weapons to pay merchant ship tolls to the Guangwu Empire, which controls the central canal of Neoland Continent, in order to ensure the smooth flow of sea trade between itself and the Kingdom of Negan.

The result is that 7×57mm rifle bullets and 9×9mm pistol bullets, as well as various explosives, have become rampant throughout the Neoland Continent.

Admittedly, these foreign weapons and equipment are unlikely to fall into the hands of the natives (even if they are given to the natives, they may not be used, and even serious accidental self-mutilation and suicide may occur); but this does not mean that the lower-level soldiers of the Guangwu Empire secretly sell them to the natives for the sake of interests.

Especially under the premise that the Guangwu Empire repeatedly requires the soldiers below not to use foreign products for weapons and equipment, no one dares to guarantee that the soldiers below and some black-hearted officials will not do some "irrational" behavior.

Therefore, when the refreshed Yawen saw another cart of guns and ammunition being pushed to the warehouse of the militia training camp, he, the officer who had one of the weapons in the cart - the Camel-Horse semi-automatic pistol, could not help but feel sad.

All of them were sent money.

Yes.

In international trade, guns and ammunition are definitely the most important commodities. Therefore, he simply couldn't understand why the Orchid Republic would export arms to the outside world, especially to the Guangwu Empire.

However, no matter what, these weapons and equipment without any markings are free products, and even if they are not sold, they are enough for the militia here to squander.

For example, he usually carries the Nanba rotary rifle on his back just in case when he goes out; and the Camel-Horse semi-automatic pistol he always carries.

Especially the latter, 9×9mm pistol bullets are widely circulated ammunition types. Even the Krurod Empire, which is famous for disliking small-power bullets (their police officers basically use more powerful 25mm pistol bullets), has begun to allow private arsenals to sell firearms firing 9×9mm pistol bullets as self-defense weapons for the people.

Yawen shook his head at this, hoping that Mayor Kana, who knows nothing and is completely puppeted by the two bodyguards next to him, will not cause him any big trouble.

"Boss."

"You're back? Do you know where their defense is weaker?"

"This...Boss, do we really have to keep fighting them? They have automatic guns and magnetic storm coils, we..."

"This is not a reason for you to retreat! And if we don't attack them, do you think we who live in the mountains have enough food to survive the winter?"

As a black-haired dog-headed man called the boss said, they set up camp in the mountains and forests, and their living conditions are already poor. Not to mention that there are all kinds of jackals, tigers and leopards in the mountains that interfere with their farming and fruit picking, and even fishing and animal husbandry.

So, everything in Gas City became the most desired thing for the dog-headed people who lived in the mountains and forests.

Even though the Gas City they faced had a circle of thick walls that could withstand direct zero-distance shooting from 25mm caliber guns and cannons, and a large number of sentry guns that could fire cyan or green and burst out dazzling white electric currents at any time.

But this is not a reason to stop them...