This Game Is Too Realistic Chapter 702: The vacuum of order

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Camp Lowell.

The heavy rain that had just ended washed the blood stains remaining in the mud into the puddles on the street. The fragrance of the mud carried a trace of blood that could not be dissipated.

But the people here seem to have become accustomed to death, so much so that the blood staining the streets seems to have been shed in vain.

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In front of the gate that had been blasted open by 100 cannons, a dense circle of poor people watching the excitement gathered around.

Among them were people living on the nearby streets, slaves who had just been rescued, and the Avengers First Corps militia standing guard at the gate of the camp.

At this moment, ten militiamen were standing in the center of the crowd.

Their arms were all tied with white gauze for identification, and their hands were tied behind their backs with plastic strips and they were hugging each other behind their backs. However, the expressions on their faces were different, some were angry, some were indifferent, and some were still. Some faces showed dissatisfaction, or anxiety and hesitation that something bad was going to happen.

Not far from them, two corpses, a man and a woman, were lying.

The man looked to be in his early thirties and the woman was in her mid-twenties. They should be a couple. The former's abdomen was cut open with a bayonet, and the latter's forehead had a **** hole. Both of them had obvious bruises and scars on their bodies. They seemed to have suffered a lot before they died.

Beside the two corpses, two disheveled girls were wrapped in blankets that barely covered their bodies. They were sitting huddled in the mud and shivering. Their expressionless faces were filled with fear and dull expressions. Tear stains, and mud-like stains.

The two of them seemed to have forgotten how to cry, and they just made sounds at times, like fish stranded on the shore.

Looking at the disarmed militia patrol, the corpse lying on the ground and the two girls with blankets next to the corpse, Murderous Dagger, who had just come out of the camp gate, could guess what happened with his toes. , but still looked at the four players standing next to the two girls and confirmed.

"What happened."

Shanhe Rumeng took a step forward, put away the eyepiece of his helmet, glanced at the group of disarmed guys, and truthfully reported the situation at that time.

"...We were taking shelter from the rain near Blackwater Street when we suddenly heard a gunshot. When we came out, we saw those guys coming out of a house."

The action video contains complete records.

He didn’t want to describe the situation too much. He could only say that these guys had done everything the beasts couldn’t do.

Having roughly guessed what happened from the expression on the player's face, Murderous Dagger looked at the militiamen with white stripes tied on their arms.

Although I couldn't understand what these iron men were talking about, those militiamen could understand the murderous look in their eyes.

The leader immediately panicked and shouted, trying to defend himself.

"That man! He is the jailer at Camp Rowell! We found the Imperial rifle and the prison guard's clothes in his house!"

"Can you prove that his gun and clothes were not picked up? And who allowed you to enter their house!" The murderous dagger stared at him, "Even if he is a jailer, even if he did what he did, it is unforgivable. What does it have to do with his family? "

Those people clearly had unconvinced expressions on their faces, and even looked at him with a trace of incomprehension in their eyes.

The leader did not speak, and the man standing next to him took a step forward.

"We went in to take shelter from the rain! And... didn't you go in too? I saw them coming out of a private house!"

As he said that, the man turned to look at the four iron men who had disarmed them, with a look of dissatisfaction on his face.

The murderous dagger looked at Shanhe Meng.

The latter's expression froze and he explained awkwardly.

"We did go in, but we really just went in to take shelter from the rain... And I paid the money so that the family could testify for us. No, if you don't believe it, I can turn on the action recorder and record the whole process. They are all open. "

Ling Chong’s expression changed. Damn it?

If this were left here, wouldn’t it mean that if he jumped into the Yellow River, he wouldn’t be able to wash it off?

Fortunately, Brother Shadeng didn’t do that, just

I reached out and touched the VM twice, probably discussing with other players what to do.

Seeing that things seemed to be getting interesting, more and more people gathered around to watch the fun, and they all pointed and talked in this direction.

"Iron Man" and the group of slaves carrying guns started a fight in Neijiang. They were only curious about how this farce would end. There was also someone lying on the ground who seemed to know someone, a few survivors who lived nearby They whispered excitedly to each other.

"Abhik seems to be the jailer of Camp Lowell. I have heard someone say it before, and it seems he said it himself."

"Why did I hear he was a shoe shiner?"

"Come on, that guy is just a porter, and he is also a bragging drunkard. No one will become his Majesty's Guards tomorrow.";

"He still has money to buy wine?!"

"Where did he get the money? Every day he squats on the dock to pick up the leftovers from the sailors. Last time I saw someone peeing in a bottle for him, he picked it up and tasted it, and drank it all After that, he turned around and told us that the wine of the Weirant people tasted strangely sweet. "

"Haha!"

"It's a pity that his two daughters are in bad luck with their father, Peipei."

"The face looks pretty good, just a little dirty."

"After suffering such great grievance, I must need comfort, hehe."

At this moment, a horn sounded from behind the crowd, and a wheeled off-road vehicle painted in desert color with a machine gun on the roof drove over.

The crowd gave way.

The car door opened and Fang Chang jumped out of the car, ignoring the crowd

The crowd of spectators walked directly in front of the murderous dagger.

"I already understand the situation, what about Lacy?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the man with a crew cut came over from the direction of the camp entrance, nodded respectfully and said.

"Sir, are you looking for me?"

His arms were wrapped with white gauze, and he carried a "Blade" assault rifle on his back. There was a scar on his cheek that had not yet scabbed, which seemed to have been left in yesterday's battle.

Fang Chang narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at him intently. "My brother asked you to restrain your subordinates. Is this the result of your restraint?"

Lasi's expression was stunned. He glanced at the corpse on the ground, then at the guys with their hands tied behind their backs, and finally looked at Fang Chang.

"I heard they killed Imperial soldiers."

"I heard that he was killed in his own home," Fang Chang sneered, "And their bayonets were on the waistbands of their trousers?"

Lasi was slightly startled.

Then, he walked up to the ten disarmed militiamen and pointed with his chin at the two corpses and the two girls wearing blankets on the ground beside them.

"What did you do?"

Those eyes were like the eyes of a wild beast, with no trace of emotion visible. It was even impossible to figure out whether he was angry at the atrocities committed by his men or sympathizing with the plight of the two poor girls.

Being stared at by those eyes that seemed to **** away the soul, the tenth captain's breathing quickened, and he finally looked away.

"...I was wrong."

Lasi nodded, seeming to accept this statement, turned around and walked away for a few steps, but suddenly turned around and turned on the safety of the rifle.

The sudden change shocked everyone watching. Including the ten militiamen who were pointed at guns, they were all dumbfounded and forgot to beg for mercy for themselves.

Lasi didn't even listen to their begging for mercy, and didn't even give them time to explain their last words, so he pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Just hearing a sudden burst of gunfire, the ten militiamen with their hands tied were like balloons being popped, and they fell into a pool of blood with a tremor like an electric shock.

"Ah!!"

Looking at the **** scene, the onlookers screamed and backed away, and the two girls who were slumped on the ground looked at it as if they had lost their minds.

After emptying the magazine of the rifle, Lacy threw it away

On the ground, he pulled out the pistol on his waist and stepped forward, emptying the remaining magazine at the guy who hadn't yet died.

The scene was deathly silent.

Both the militiamen standing at the gate of the camp and the players standing aside were speechless looking at this mad dog-like guy.

Fang Chang narrowed his eyes slightly and didn't know what he was thinking. He neither stopped his behavior nor praised him for being right.

The Murderous Dagger stared at Lacy with wide eyes, held his breath for a moment, then suddenly stepped forward and shouted at him.

"What the **** are you doing!"

"Calm down, brother, they did something bad and now they are dead."

Forced to take a few steps back by the aggressive gaze, Lacy showed no fear on her face and continued speaking with reason.

"If you are still not satisfied, I can pull out a Centurion guy with them and kill them."

The murderous dagger’s eyes widened. "Are you crazy?!"

Lasi looked at the yelling guy in confusion and fell silent

After a while, a sentence suddenly popped out of his mouth.

"Isn't this enough?"

The murderous dagger stared at this guy blankly, speechless for a moment.

In a sense, this guy solved the problem cleanly, but it seemed like nothing was solved.

But it's just as he said. Everyone was killed and their lives were lost. Isn't that enough?

The few people who died were originally slaves and had been free men for at most one day. They had nothing to compensate except their lives.

"That's enough."

Fang Chang suddenly spoke to break the stiff atmosphere.

When he walked up to Laci, he patted the mad dog on the shoulder, patted the tense face again, and smiled to ease the atmosphere.

"It's a good killing. It should be killed, but the way it is done is too clumsy. You have to set up rules and tell your subordinates what they cannot do and what kind of punishment they will receive if they do it, instead of dragging them all out in the square. It’s too sudden, otherwise it will be difficult to convince the public. "

Lasi took the lead respectfully. "Yes!"

That respectful and obedient look was so respectful that it was hard to fault him. Fang Chang glanced at the corpse on the ground and spoke slowly.

"Take a few people and bury them."

Lasi nodded at the order, turned back, picked up the rifle and put it on his back. He shouted at the top of his voice and called several men over to carry the corpses and bury them.

The problem of difficulty in convincing people does not seem to exist at all.

The soldiers were not dissatisfied with this leader because he killed one of his own, but looked at him with even more awe and obedience.

All this was not beyond Fang Chang's expectation.

They themselves, who have just been released from the cage, are not fully human beings. Beasts who believe in the law of the jungle are naturally more inclined to follow the more ferocious one.

Looking at Fang Chang leaving Lacy, Murderous Dagger hesitated for a moment, and finally couldn't help but say.

"I think those people should at least be given legal justice. This is actually a good opportunity to use them as propaganda——"

"Come on, everyone is dead, is there any point in interrogating those corpses? The one who deserves to be interrogated is still hanging on the chewing tower."

After interrupting Murderous Dagger's words, Fang Chang squinted at the warden who was hanging on the gnawing tower and being pecked by crows, and continued patiently.

"The things you mentioned are too advanced for them. They are still in a relatively primitive jungle society and do not need the things you mentioned yet. Don't forget, the survivors in Qingquan City Before we all had clean clothes to wear, when did we waste time judging those predators? That was all after we were fed and clothed."

"At this stage, I have only one request for them. Just be obedient and listen to what we say. This is the only request. In this way, even if their discipline is extremely bad, it will definitely be better than the one that can send 5% of the population to prison. The emperor who went to the concentration camp was much better. "

"As for the rest, don't be too anxious."

On the one hand, the atrocities committed by the militiamen were the retaliatory rebound of the oppressed after their backs suddenly straightened, but more importantly, they were inevitable due to the vacuum of order.

The aftermath of this riot goes far beyond these few captured examples.

The rebels will be less concerned about the alliance, and the thugs who picked up weapons from the defeated soldiers will only become more cruel and unscrupulous.

I don’t know how many tragedies happened in that dark alley at this moment.

To fundamentally solve this problem, a new local order must be established to replace the old order when Nihak was the governor.

He is actually doing this now.

Chief Bihari is leading his henchmen to take over the city's police force, and the training of the militia is also proceeding in an orderly manner.

They didn't do a great job, but they did enough.

When the new order is established, they only need to let the local survivors have enough to eat, clothes to wear, and houses to live in...to live with a little more dignity than during the Nihak period. This The new order will naturally gain enough legitimacy in the minds of local people to maintain its rule.

It's actually not that difficult.

A certain crooked emperor left them a large sum of money that could be used to do just that.

It would have been a bit unkind to move all that money back home.

After deducting the compensation, the company "borrowed" the merger in the name of Baiyue Company

Investing in local people will not only earn a good reputation for the Alliance and Chip Port, but also make another profit from it.

"What about them? How to deal with it?" Murderous Dagger glanced at the two girls slumped on the ground, and then looked at Fang Chang.

No matter how many solutions there are to those macro problems, they still need to solve the immediate problem.

At least he thinks it needs to be addressed.

Pairs of eyes around are watching.

Fang Chang was silent for a long time and sighed.

"Give them two ferry tickets..."

Perhaps the survivors in Chutiao Port can help them start a new life, just like the survivors in the refugee home.

Other than giving them a financial compensation and sending them away from this land of right and wrong, he can't think of a better way for the time being...

As the body at the entrance of Camp Lowell and the two poor victims were taken away, the survivors who gathered around the entrance to watch the excitement dispersed one after another in waning spirits.

Although the attitude of the "white gauze people" towards the "iron people" was that they couldn't be tough at all, which made everyone feel a little bored, in the end they were still happy to see the popularity.

The guy named Lacy is a ruthless person. He kills his own people without blinking an eye, just like killing a chicken.

Those young men who were killed were really miserable. It was not a big deal at first. They could only pay for two pigs, but they accidentally hit the muzzle of the gun.

Also——

It turns out that if you are shot in the body, you will not die immediately, but will flop in the blood like a fish for a while before dying.

Everyone was very happy, and it was worth watching the excitement for so long.

As for the two girls wrapped in blankets, their fate is equally concerning.

Some people said that they were attracted by the iron men, otherwise the iron men would have no reason to take them away and just let them go home on their own.

Some people also say that they will be dealt with secretly. After all, the white gauze people have sold the iron people so much face, and the iron people have to give some rewards in return.

Everyone is racking their brains and using their own methods to try to explain the strange things that cannot be understood.

At least they tried their best.

Watching the commotion outside the window subside, Han Mingyue opened the car door and walked out. She just glanced at the blood on the ground and continued to walk towards the entrance of the camp indifferently.

Fang Chang, who was waiting there, looked at her twice more in surprise. "Aren't you afraid?"

In his impression, except for the group of "blackened" disciples of the Enlightenment Society, most of the blue coats in the wasteland have extraordinary moral obsessiveness.

He was even prepared to be complained by the NPC, but what he expected didn't happen at all.

On the contrary, he became the one making the fuss.

"Do you think the desert is a peaceful place?" Han Mingyue joked nonchalantly, "Besides, I am studying this place, so I don't know what the conditions of the survivors here are like."

"It seems so."

Fang Chang understood in an instant.

This guy looks at the people here just like Heya looks at Xiaoyu.

After walking into Camp Lowell, Ms. Han glanced around, her eyes shining with interest.

"It is indeed here..." she muttered. "Here?"

Fang Chang glanced around.

Besides the layers of pigeon cages and rows of open iron gates, there was nothing special about it.

However, Ms. Han's view is obviously different.

Taking a photo of the surrounding layout, she continued with a rather emotional expression.

"...According to the information I collected in the desert, this place was once a scientific research station. During the three-year war, a battalion-level combat unit affiliated with the People's Alliance Army escorted a large-scale Refugees retreated here from the southern industrial area and maintained order for a long time in the early wasteland era. "

Fang Chang suddenly became curious about the strange place.

"Is Rowell the name of the battalion commander? Or the name of the scientific research station?"

Han Mingyue said.

"It belongs to the battalion commander. His name is General Rowell. I found some dissatisfaction and accusations against him by the survivors at that time in the cache data of a signal repeater, including requests for people to The federal authorities removed him. Until the end of the three-year war, similar complaints continued, but it seemed to be of no use. "

"According to the signature of the time information in the server, the last message was sent by General Rowell himself. It seems that he intended to report to the Post-War Reconstruction Committee, or to defend himself. Unfortunately, the Post-War Reconstruction Committee I did not receive this news, and I was unable to take care of the survivors in the distant Borneo Province. "

"In that message, General Rowell mentioned that in addition to the necessary coercive measures for survival, he took some special measures to feed the local survivors, including forcing researchers to Research on how to make soil edible, including forcing some survivors to serve as guinea pigs."

"But what is surprising is that his scientific researchers actually used the equipment of the scientific research station to synthesize a single-cell organism that can degrade biomass debris. After being treated by this microorganism, the soil will appear reddish brown. And it can be eaten with just simple filtering. "

"Unfortunately, the project was only halfway through when a massacre occurred at Camp Lowell. The survivors of the rebellion buried General Lowell, his researchers and their research results in Lowell. The wasteland north of the camp and near the Yongliu River should have been a piece of frozen soil at that time. They spent a lot of effort to dig a big enough hole. If my guess is correct, there should be a piece of frozen soil to the north of Golden Gallen Harbor. Red earth. "

Fang Chang asked in confusion.

"Why did those survivors oppose him."

Looking at the pieces of mud cakes spread out to dry on the stone slabs in the open space not far away, Han Mingyue said casually.

"Substances will not be created out of thin air, they will only flow from one cycle to the next. You might as well guess where the organic matter that synthesizes 'red soil' comes from?"

She continued without waiting for Fang Chang to guess.

“People need to constantly fill the red soil with organic remains such as corpses and feces. Only in this way can the red soil continue to “grow” out, or they can only wait for them to grow slowly. "

"From the perspective of carbon sequestration, this is actually not more efficient than farming. The only advantage is that it saves trouble. General Rowell did not fundamentally solve the problem. He probably read some books from the old era. , and then did something he thought was a good thing with a simple wish, and was finally survived by the first generation who had not gone crazy

The readers were applauded. "

Good guy.

The soil where the body was buried?!

Fang Chang's Adam's apple moved, and his stomach was churning just as he listened. However, this researcher acted as if nothing was wrong, and even raised a meaningful smile at the corner of his mouth.

"...But the irony is that although General Rowell seems to be an ambitious fool now, and a bit self-willed, the descendants of those survivors are obviously even stupider than him, and they throw away He lost the restraint of civilized people. His whimsical methods matched a group of stupider guys, but made them live a more enjoyable life. "

"In your opinion, is there any better way?" Fang Chang was a little curious about what good ideas sociologists could come up with.

Han Mingyue said with a slight smile.

"I think your method is very good. Your manager is a good person. He does the right things at the right time. Don't try to reach the end in one step. As for the specific ideas, what I research is biased. Theory can only give you suggestions for reference, but cannot give you direct solutions. "

After a pause, she glanced around and continued.

"I have to stay here for a few days. Although most of the original buildings have been demolished, I should still be able to find some useful clues... Can you guarantee my safety?"

Fang Chang suggested friendlyly.

"I suggest you live in the port. The area we actually control is there, and it may become a frontline at any time."

Han Mingyue nodded simply. "Okay, I'll listen to you."

On the day after the Dolphin sent the second wave of supplies and researchers from the scientific expedition team to Friesport, Duke Galawa, who was far away in the First Hospital of Dawn City, finally woke up from his bed.

Before he could fully open his eyes, the exclamation full of eager anticipation rushed to the edge of the bed with a "thump".

"Sir! Are you awake?"

The memories before fainting came flooding in. Duke Jarawa looked at the servant Niyang kneeling by the window, stretched out his trembling hand and grabbed his arm.

"Gold..."

He was like a drowning parrot trying to get the words stuck in his throat out.

Ni Yang immediately understood the expression on his face and said quickly.

"Don't worry, Sir! I have asked someone to deliver a message to Your Majesty about the Golden Gallen Port! As expected, they have now arrived at Silver Moon Bay. Using the radio there, we can contact the scouts on the east coast of Borneo Province. , Your Majesty will know the situation here at the latest tomorrow!"

Duke Galawa breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this.

The city defense force in Golden Gallen Port is really useless, but the empire's army is more than just a city defense force. Those wine bags and rice bags are not even cannon fodder.

As long as His Majesty knows about this, he will be stationed at Yongliu River

The Gray Wolf Army on the shore can drive the Alliance people into the sea in minutes.

He admitted that he made a mistake this time and was caught off guard by the alliance. He suffered a heavy loss both on the map and morally.

But it doesn't matter.

As long as they can take back Golden Gallen Port, they will have mastered the ceasefire

The initiative in negotiation will be easy to talk about when the time comes.

With a relieved smile on his face, Duke Galava nodded slowly and released his grip on Niyang's arm.

"Well done...at critical moments, you can still be relied upon."

It's a pity that his status is lower.

Otherwise, he has never thought of reusing this bright-minded guy, such as giving him a job with real power or something.

Ni Yang smiled shyly and said in a flattering manner. "It's all well-educated by the Duke."

Gallavan nodded slowly and then looked at the white ceiling. He was silent for a long time, and then slowly spoke after a while.

"Where is this?"

Ni Yang said hurriedly.

"Shuguang City First Hospital, this is the best hospital nearby."

Seeing Niyang stop talking, Bablu, who was standing aside, finally waited for the opportunity to interrupt and added angrily.

"The doctor here said that there is something wrong with your heart. If you want to cure it, it is recommended that you replace the bionic heart. For this reason, they have provided two sets of quality plans, one is Jushi Military Industry and the other is Ideal City- — "

In fact, there is a third set, implanted biological prostheses.

However, that plan was too radical. It seemed that only residents of Vault 404 or those infected with mutant slime mold could be vaccinated, so the doctor just mentioned it.

However, before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by a scolding. "Shut up!"

Staring at this guy with wide eyes, Niyang said aggressively, "You want people from the Alliance to disembowel the Duke?! What are your intentions!"

Babru opened his mouth wide and looked at Niyang in confusion.

He didn't have any bad intentions, he was just doing his duty as a servant and honestly relayed the doctor's exact words.

However, Naihe was stupid, and when he was anxious, he panicked even more. He hesitated for a long time and couldn't say a word. His head was sweating, which made him look suspicious.

The bedridden Duke Galawa unconsciously twitched the corners of his mouth. He was a little excited to hear that it could cure old heart problems, but it was not short of money anyway. But when he heard that his intestines were about to be dislodged, he suddenly became afraid again.

That's going under the knife on the body, no joke.

Who knows if the Alliance doctors will take the opportunity to do something to him. If Chu Guang's look hinted, the doctor here would stab his aorta with understanding, and there would be no room for reasoning!

Understanding the worry on Duke Galava's face, Niyang approached him thoughtfully and whispered in his ear.

"...Sir, I'm worried that the Alliance will take the opportunity to do something to your heart. Your illness will be fine as long as you pay attention to conditioning and take your medicine on time. But if someone from the Alliance gets hold of your heart... The heart, it’s hard to say when it won’t obey its orders. "

"Oh, I've expected it a long time ago... How could I fall into such a crappy calculation with these insidious and cunning guys."

Taking a dangerous thought in his heart, Duke Galava glared hard at Bablu who was standing by the side, then looked at Niyang and continued calmly.

"Did anything happen during the past few days when I was away?" "No adults yet. Foreign Minister Cheng came to visit you once, but you were not awake at the time. He stayed for a while and then left."

When he said this, Niyang suddenly remembered something. "By the way, I bought the newspaper you asked me to buy for you!"

After speaking, he grabbed the neatly folded copy of "Goblin Observer" on the bedside table and handed it to Duke Galawa diligently.

This is the exact version from a few days ago.

Originally Duke Galava's complexion had recovered a little, but as soon as he met the exaggerated title, his sallow face instantly turned red.

"Di Rang, Commander-in-Chief of the Gray Wolf Army of the Xilan Empire: I'm crying, I just touched you, and you chased me for two thousand kilometers? !》

[...The Burning Legion landed at Golden Gallen Port. In just one morning, the city defense troops were beaten to a crawl, and both the port area and the Governor's Palace fell. 】

These bastards...are simply too deceptive!

Jarawa felt his eyes darken, the world was spinning, his shoulders were weak and he fell backwards, and the back of his head sank into the pillow shortly after leaving it.

Babru and other wolf clan guards saw it and hurriedly stepped forward and snatched the newspaper from his clutching hands.

"My lord! My lord!"

"Quick, quick artificial respiration!"

"Are you a pig! We are in the hospital! Go call the doctor!" Niyang pushed away Bablu who was approaching him for artificial respiration and shouted at him.

The latter ran out of the door in a panic, not caring about who made the Duke faint, and shouted loudly towards the corridor.

"Doctor!!!"

At the same time as the doctor hurried towards the ward, a roar also rang out in the majestic palace of Tiandu on the west coast of Borneo Province.

"Asshole!"

Throwing the telegram in his hand at the foot of the palace steps, Wu Tuo's face was burning with murderous rage, and his beard twitched under his breath.

The boundless power of God pressed down on the shoulders of the ministers, and they all crouched and shivered, not daring to make any sound.

The content in the telegram is the original copy of the "Goblin Observer", which details what happened in Golden Gallen Harbor a few days ago.

However, what makes Wu Tuo angry is that the alliance troops landed at Jingallang Port a few days ago, but he, the emperor, only knows about it now!

If his mission hadn’t been in Shuguang City and rushed to deliver this newspaper, I’m afraid he, the emperor, would still be kept in the dark!

Wituo's heart was like a knife, and his teeth almost bled. Governor Nihak is his confidant and earns him hundreds of millions of dinars in foreign exchange every year, but now he has become a lowly member of the alliance.

It's more than that.

The hundreds of millions of dinars he had stored in the bank in Golden Gallen Port have now fallen into the hands of that group of robbers!

Very good!

Wituo gritted his teeth loudly.

He originally only planned to teach those people a lesson, but he did not expect that these guys were so bold and dared to put ideas into his pocket.

Clenching his trembling fists, Wu Tuo roared angrily at the ministers prostrate under the steps.

"Send my order!"

"Starting immediately, the entire Gray Wolf Army will march to Golden Gallen Port!"

"Tell General Alaya, I don't care what method he uses! No matter what the cost! I will put those sword flags on the roof of the Governor's Mansion again!"