I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World Chapter 637: Moment of uprising
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In the palace, the emperor sits on a dragon chair, his royal court stands across the road, and in the middle stands a mutant with a coat of dead claws.
In a society of mutants, only the commander-in-chief is eligible to wear clothes sewed with dead claw skin.
"Our people are fighting **** battles with the invaders of NAC! And your people, those cowards, all shrunk behind the bunker, is this what you call glory?" The rude roar made the bricks of the palace all The tremor, the emperor sitting on the dragon chair looked ashen blue, but in the face of this rude green-skinned man, he could not say a word of collision.
The prosperity of the empire needs the vassal of the mutants, with the overall situation as the priority, and it is not allowed to fall down with the Gelug tribe at this time.
The emperor told himself this, he held his anger behind his black eyes and said softly.
"I will urge the frontline legions to let them intensify their offensive against NAC."
"No need!" The variant man Wan Fu raised his hand and swept the emperor and the guards in the palace with disdain. "Let your cowards continue to shrink behind the bunker, and the foolish people will stay. Where they should be, the battlefield belongs to the Warriors! For those who offend the Gru tribe, our people will naturally tear them apart. "
"However," the mutant man Wan Fong turned his head and stared at the emperor's eyes, saying one by one, "I want to ask you about the unfair treatment of mutants in the empire recently. What is going on! "
Injustice?
Grass! How else do you want justice? More privileges?
The emperor hasn't spoken yet, but the guards standing next to the pillars have their noses crooked. He has never seen such a brazen ... mutant.
"I will order the military police in the empire to track down the murderer." said the emperor.
"The blood of 154 mutants requires the blood of 154 criminals to scrub." A bloodthirsty smile appeared on the face of the mutant chief.
"I know." The emperor said softly.
"I hope you know, otherwise I will let you know." The amber pupils were bloodthirsty like dead claws.
Through a glance at the emperor in the hall, the captain twisted out of the door and left the palace surrounded by mutant soldiers.
When the guy with green skin walks away, the emperor pats the table. Stand up and scold.
"This group of animals is raw, it's too deceiving!"
The emperor and veteran of the empire used to be predators, and the banditry was not hidden by the bright clothes.
"Your Majesty, what should we do now?" a veteran asked with a wry smile.
Not to mention finding out all 154 murderers. Up to now, the gendarmes of the empire have not found a murderer. These people are obviously premeditated committing crimes, otherwise they will not commit 154 consecutive crimes within 3 days.
This is a conspiracy against the friendship between empire and mutants, anyone can easily see this.
Except for those with simple-minded variants.
The emperor has never been so troubled by the IQ of these animals.
They can be attacked by a simple conspiracy to attack NAC, and of course they can also be used by NAC to stand on the opposite side of the Empire.
The silent atmosphere haunts the palace. At this moment, His Highness someone broke this silence.
"Your Majesty, you have a plan."
A veteran stepped forward and stood up.
Various veterans cast a surprised eye on him. There is no reason for him. This veteran is regarded as the most undesirable last place in the veteran's courtyard, and each seat on the junior banquet is also listed at the end.
It stands to reason that he does n’t speak for business during the weekdays. But at this moment everyone had no good idea, so there was no voice.
The emperor lowered his eyebrows and thought for a moment, remembering the name of the congressman, and said slowly.
"Chen Ling Aiqing. But no matter what."
Chen Ling stepped forward two steps and smiled yawningly, and proposed to the emperor: "The mutants just feel that their rights have been damaged. We can give him a little comfort as usual."
"But what else can we give them?" the emperor asked impatiently.
"Only 154 heads, since they want murderers, give them." A bit of fierceness flashed through the words, and Chen Ling looked at his emperor with a staring gaze.
The emperor frowned slightly, not understanding Chen Ling's meaning.
A flash of light flashed in his head, and he immediately understood the meaning of what he said.
Anyway, the IQ of the mutants cannot tell who is the murderer.
In this case, just kill a few people. Would n’t it be enough to appease them with a human head?
"Where to find these 154 people?" The emperor tapped his finger on the armrest of the dragon chair, seeming to himself.
With that yawning smile, the veteran walked to the emperor's side and leaned over to whisper in his ear.
"Donggang Plantation has more than 10,000 slaves working. There are fewer than 150 slaves, which is not a problem ..."
......
"How long will it take to fight this war?" Sitting on the fence and swaying his legs, Sun Xiaorou raised his binoculars, looked at the invisible horizon, and said boredly.
In the distance, the sunset is already westward.
The NAC poured 1,000 high-explosive shells into the mutant positions. They were suppressed in the city. According to the casualty assessment feedback from the Aurora-20 investigation, the 5000-person mutant group has lost 30%, and all armored units were destroyed by air raids.
However, NAC still did not give them the final blow, but let them maintain the illusion that both sides are evenly matched.
Before the signal of the collapse of the empire came, NAC needed them to continue their arrogant pride.
Standing next to Sun Xiaorou, Jiang Chen looked at her profile for a while.
Sometimes, he thinks she is really like her sister.
Withdrawn his gaze, Jiang Chen turned his gaze to afar.
"It depends on how our stalker corps is doing things."
In the meantime, Han Junhua climbed up the fence and walked behind him.
"Donggang Plantation has ten thousand slaves rebelled."
Hearing this long-awaited news, Jiang Chen's mouth twitched a triumphant smile.
Due to the deliberate instigation of the Stalker Corps, the contradiction between the imperial nationals and the high-level was finally pushed to the top. The rancid idea of using slaves to count up was proposed by the veteran Zhao Dongbao. And when the news was made public among the slaves, even the most numb people could not restrain the anger rising from their hearts.
At this time, only someone needs to stand up to set an example, and some people stand up to send them a few guns, and they will naturally make the right choice of uprising.
There is no need for NAC to send a soldier and a soldier.
"Very well, since that's the case, it's time for us to start acting."
"Yes."
Han Junhua nodded, turned and walked down the wall.
Sun Xiaorou yelled, turned over from the edge of the fence and stood up, patted the ashes on his hands, turned and looked at Jiang Chen.
"Are you finally going to fight?"
Smiling, Jiang Chen raised his head and looked at the steel airship.
"Well, it ’s time to show our true strength."
In the afterglow of the setting sun, the iron hammer named Order, for the first time, was infected with some kind of killing.
Like the band ’s baton, the prologue to the end of the empire is played ... (to be continued.)