Chapter 958: Chapter 958: Night of the Bayonets
The strength of a single person ultimately has limits.
Moreover, that opponent is unpredictable and will stop at nothing.
"Bang——!"
Seeing Laxi about to disperse the gang members like birds and beasts, Udi recalled the "kill all" command and still raised his arm to aim the gun.
They were specially made bullets.
Not to mention Laxi went to the airport without a bullet-proof armor, even if he had one, the result would be the same.
Laxi, shot in the chest, swayed, using his military knife to brace against the stone-paved alley, his knee hitting the ground.
The predators, sensing an opportunity, picked up their weapons to swarm forward, but were intimidated by just a glance, causing them to shrink back in fear.
Laxi grimaced in a sinister smile, blood gushing from the corner of his mouth, dripping onto the ground.
"You finally fired..."
Being watched by those eyes, Udi felt a chilling sensation all over, as if the blood hole would appear on him the next moment.
Yet Laxi was ultimately just a person, at most an Awakener, incapable of magic.
Laxi looked at him, breathing softly as he spoke.
"I just remembered, it was either Shava or your superior, Ackman, who told me you were an orphan picked from a village by Tasang River..."
Udi looked coldly at him.
"Are you still curious why I betrayed you?"
Laxi chuckled.
"Did I ever ask you that question?"
Which child in the raid squad isn’t an orphan like him? And which wasn’t made an orphan due to war?
If there’s hatred, it’s bound to end up on him, as Arai Yang was already fighting when he was around.
He always treated them as his own children, never really guarded against them.
Whether it was Ackman, whom he disciplined in Mountain Ma, or the most loyal Shava, they were both his subordinates and his family... or rather, children.
Udi paused for a moment, furrowing his brows.
Seeing Udi silent, Laxi slowly sat down with his remaining time to continue speaking.
"I do owe them a life, I wanted to go down and apologize to them, but didn’t expect your parents to rush me like this...
He leaned his head against the wall of the alley and sighed lightly.
"If only you gave me ten more years, even five... I would explain to you what happened that day, why it happened, and what followed... Whether you believe it or not, when you look at that dam you’ll know, I had thought of living to atone. After I’m gone, the next one may not admit it."
Udi’s eyes reddened, his gun-holding hand trembling lightly, momentarily forgetting his mission, he shouted hysterically.
"Damn it! Stop pretending to be a hero! How many people have you killed! Is this something a mere explanation can solve? Also, what significance does saying this have now... can the dead come back to life?"
"They cannot, the living have no choice but to keep moving forward!"
Laxi shook his head, coughed, and suddenly laughed freely.
"You have parents, I originally had them too, but the Empire killed them. Initially, I thought it was the law of the jungle, survival of the fittest, but later a guy named Niyan’s cry awakened me."
"He said... unless we destroy the Empire, eradicate feudalism, eliminate the thousand pillars pressing on the hearts of Poluo people, there will always be generations of Poluo people dying for it."
"You have parents, you indeed should avenge them, now I’m giving you my life, but you have to complete what I haven’t... do you have the courage?"
"..."
Udi couldn’t respond and didn’t want to listen anymore.
He felt his mission had begun to waver.
He even thought, maybe after going down, his parents might not praise him... they might even think they died in vain.
Wasn’t it in vain?
Everything seemed to return to its original point, back to the day before the great flood.
However, there was no way back now.
He didn’t want to imagine what would happen afterwards, he only dared to walk till the end.
Yet just as he was about to fire, two glaring lights suddenly exploded at both ends of the alley, lighting up the alley like daylight!
Flash grenade!
The raid squad!
"Bang!!"
Udi was startled, his vision taken away, he hurriedly fired on instinct, emptying the magazine with his finger pressed hard!
But due to the inner turmoil and holding the arm for so long, the last six bullets all hit the wall just a palm’s width from Laxi, even accidentally injuring a teammate.
The gang members surrounded in the alley panicked.
They were just bullies, usually only picking on students and law-abiding people, had never faced special forces?
Like scared little mice, they whined, dropping their weapons and turning from predators to meek headed mice, already thinking fast about how to plead when held down.
Udi knew very well these small-time thugs next to him couldn’t be relied on, completing the task from the superior depended on himself!
Using the tactics taught by his commander, he steadied his mind while retreating, quickly changing the magazine, but hadn’t chambered a round when the incoming gunstock almost broke his jaw.
"Aaah!"
Ackman roared furiously, the youth barely older than Udi, pinned his own soldier down harshly.
He was a youth fighter of the Moon Clan Resistance Army, long ago following Laxi north.
He remembered in Mountain Ma, they were raised like pigs by soldiers raised by Imperial Nobility, used as bandits for military exercises!
The Moon Clan elders claimed they would lead them to overthrow the Empire, yet held money from overseas workers, fighting more insignificantly, forcing them all to dig wild vegetable roots mixed with red soil in the mountains!
Laxi led them in battles that shaped their backbone!
Until today he still remembered, Laxi slapped the leader who led them into dumb battles, knocking him into the ground, leaving him speechless!
He was their leader...
How dare this guy!
Ackman, with red eyes, raised the gunstock, wanting to smash Udi’s now pale face into pulp to feed dogs!
But after all, he was his soldier, after the furious yell, he eventually dropped the gun and swung his fist.
"I’m going to kill you!!!"
"You foul creature! You killed all our families! You caused everyone’s death!"
Every punch followed a shout, bashing the face until it swelled into a pig’s head.
Udi went in and out of consciousness, until a distant voice shouted "Enough."
Ackman had his fists raised but was pulled to the side by two raid squad soldiers.
Only then Udi saw clearly, the person who beat him was indeed the youth who once handed him the LD-47 rifle...
Back then he picked up the unwanted Udi by the riverbank, saying that from then on Udi would be his soldier.
After all that happened, Udi almost forgot what Ackman said to him.
But there was indeed a time, when lonely Udi considered him as a brother...
Apart from Udi the traitor, thirty more gang members were pinned to the ground.
The blood-eyed Shava helped Laxi up from the ground, trying to take him out of the alley.
However, the latter stood up and shook his head, then extended a trembling hand, took out a blood-stained notebook from his chest, and handed it to the former.
"I don’t have much time left... Everything I have to say to you is in this book. Take your time to read it carefully."
"As for my funeral, there’s no need for a grand ceremony. Bury my bones by the lower reaches of the Tasang River... If there are floods in the future, let it start with me and don’t blame others."
"This life of mine was borrowed, and it’s time to return it... Arai Yang probably hasn’t closed his eyes yet; I hear him calling from below, waiting to fight three hundred rounds with me... Cough... Indeed, I have to go down and accompany him."
"Oh, my sidearm... Please return it to Mr. Fang, thanking him for everything he has done for us living on this land."
"I’ll repay this kindness in my next life."
Shava said nothing, only supporting him with his body, reddening eyes as he listened, then nodded with tears in his eyes.
Placing his hand on the blood-colored notebook, he spoke in a choked voice.
"I promise you..."
"Damn it, I’ll throw away this life... to finish what you left unfinished!"
By the end, he was nearly shouting.
Laxi showed a gratified smile, reaching out to stroke the kid’s bangs.
He had no children, no parents, but he didn’t expect to have so many to entrust his last wishes.
"With your word, I can rest assured..."
"The Mammoth Nation... I’ll leave it to you."
To endure until now was already the limit; this short time wasn’t enough to reach a hospital.
That bullet most likely contained some "foolproof" substance.
After the last words, Laxi finally closed his eyes peacefully, dying standing as he wished.
Shava stood for a long time, dragging his body, before raising his head to gaze at the cold, watery night sky.
He remembered the profound advice left by the old man in the Grand Canyon.
Every resident of the Alliance is Chu Guang, every Poluo person is Lowell—
If this were considered a riddle, there would be another solution.
Want to change the weather?
You must kill to the point of alteration!
The hot blood across his chest was cooling, and Shava’s gaze grew colder, finally moving away from the icy night sky to the heads of thirty crouching culprits.
It wasn’t just him watching; nearly a hundred soldiers from the assault team stared murderously, many with eyes red, fingers on the triggers after releasing the safety.
These everyday bullies and hooligans shivered, whether dandy or disheveled, all crouching like mice, losing their previous vicious bravado.
They might truly be scared, perhaps truly remorseful, or maybe just waiting for those restraining them to relax their grip.
But that no longer mattered.
Shava’s mouth curled into a cruel smile as he spoke with a clear and icy voice.
"I just asked the heavens, if the clouds covered the moon, then I guessed wrong, but I’ve waited for a while, and it hasn’t happened."
The long moon hung in the sky.
A cloudless sky.
The words were obscure, yet couldn’t conceal their sharp killing intent!
He intended to enforce Laxi’s unshed blood!
After all, his ’father’ had died.
He didn’t care anymore.
The little mice crouched on the ground panicked, desperately kowtowing and admitting fault.
"M-Master, we were wrong!"
"It was the Family Meeting! It was the Family Meeting that deceived us!"
"We had no choice... If we didn’t act, they said we wouldn’t have a good life later on!"
"Please, spare us!"
Their sobbing voices not only failed to soften the hearts but also filled the soldiers with disgust.
They’d fought bloody battles on the front line, only to protect these cowardly creatures!
Perhaps true loyalty had long died on the front.
All that remained were these creatures!
Unmoved, Shava handed Laxi’s remains to a red-eyed warrior nearby, then picked up the military knife from the ground.
"It’s the will of heaven, don’t blame me, it told me—"
"Kill!"
This time, descending wasn’t Lowell, but the even fiercer Great Moon King!
No one could match his head-rolling killing spree, not even the founding emperor of West Winds.
After all, one had swept through the Thirteen States, the other merely took advantage of it.
At the moment the words fell, several heads already rolled to the ground, scaring the remaining culprits into soiling themselves, struggling and floundering to flee.
But the soldiers holding them wouldn’t let them escape, stabbing and slashing with their rifle bayonets.
With only a few breaths, the alley was filled with blood, leaving only a thief leader named Udi.
As Shava approached, battered Udi panted lightly, eyes fixed on him.
"The officer said to spare your life, so I will, I promised, everything he instructed I agreed to."
Without waiting for a response, Shava yanked him from the ground, patted his swollen pig-headed face, then pushed to throw him onto the pile of corpses.
"Get lost!"
"Go find your ’family’."
Udi stumbled and fell into a muddy mass, watching in terror the figures leaving the alley.
He panted heavily, struggling to rise, aiming to warn other members of the Family Meeting, but outside, chaotic gunfire erupted.
His heart sank, suddenly comprehending the meaning of "can kill."
He remembered his superior’s instruction that to defeat a powerful opponent, one must surpass their limits, which had always been their invincible weapon.
Yet his superior never mentioned what to do when a blood-roused opponent also abandoned limits and treated them like insects...
He didn’t know what would happen after tonight; perhaps this night would never end...
...
At midnight, a thunderbolt streaked across the sky, and for some reason, the previously cloudless sky turned stormy, pouring rain suddenly fell.
Zayed, unable to sleep lying in bed, got up and went to the window to light a Rick 5.
He always felt watched from afar, yet didn’t know where the gaze originated.
"Everything about Snake State is fine, except it’s too hot at the equator."
Muttering to himself, he turned on the room light, yet noticed the darkness under the bed, repeatedly glancing there, finally slapping his leg and decisively went for a look.
Of course, there was no one there.
Even with optical camouflage, it wouldn’t avoid his heavily guarded outposts and get close, let alone under his bed.
Thinking this, Zayed suddenly felt a bit discouraged; he had spent an entire year preparing for today, yet many arrangements were of no use, not even needed.
Winning too quickly made him nervous; he hadn’t even exerted himself before the opponent fell.
What he didn’t foresee was that the Alliance hadn’t even reached Bartoya Province, and Gopal was already about to take down Tiandu.
This really wasn’t a good thing.
In the future, people would definitely compare him to the two tyrants, Laxi and Absek. He had gone through so much to secure the Eastern Empire’s investment; how could he achieve his renown without an honest fight?
Making things up, while possible, would eventually leave traces when compared several times.
"...Perhaps Laxi might give me some surprises. This person is arrogant and self-conceited, naturally suspicious. Everyone around him may be on guard against him, and Sava’s idea to activate the hidden line of Udi might end up being a blunder."
However, it didn’t matter anymore.
If Laxi was alive, even better. Let Yakale lead Yosel’s Northern Field Army to fill the big pit at the Tasang River and fight their former allies to a standstill.
Poluo Country had the most wolf tribe soldiers; it had been this way since the Empire era.
Grasping this feng shui treasure land of Wolf State was as good as holding half of Poluo Country’s soldiers by the roots.
Finding out where a certain soldier’s home was an unimaginable task for Absek. The guy might not even know which unit belongs to whom, but for him, it’s no more difficult than a few eggs.
Recently, his men had discovered some methods, even saving those eggs.
While Zayed was examining his plan intently for any loopholes, footsteps suddenly sounded outside the room.
Sava, holding a telegram, pushed the door open, only to see Zayed staring at him intently, then gave an awkward smile and said.
"Sir, you haven’t slept yet."
Zayed said expressionlessly.
"What are you doing here at this time?"
Sava made a helpless gesture, scratching his head with his right hand, and said shyly,
"We just received a telegram, there’s a result from Mammoth City. I saw the light in your room was on, so I brought it to you immediately... Did I do something wrong?"
This indeed was not a mistake.
Especially with that shy expression.
Zayed’s expression softened a bit, took the telegram from Sava, glanced at it, half shocked, half pleased.
"They really succeeded..." Almost unable to believe the result, Zayed murmured, "You’ve done well in this matter! I’m very satisfied!"
But Sava laughed heartily and said,
"I told you, Laxi is an orphan, his assault troops are all orphans. Their relationship isn’t just that of superior and subordinate, they might even have that familial bond. How could family guard against family?"
As he spoke, he hurriedly added.
"Of course, they’re fake family, fundamentally different from us. We’re a real family."
Collecting the joyful smile, Zayed gave this child, whom he had picked up for nothing, a meaningful look, seemingly both approving and testing, and nodded slightly.
"You have quite the awareness; it seems I didn’t teach you for nothing... By the way, has Gopal entered the city yet? Is he loitering in Wolf State? That’s his hometown. We must keep a close watch on what he’s up to."
Sava laughed and said,
"Almost there, he’s very obedient, like a dog, not daring to stop for even a moment on the road! Besides, Pickles, who is stationed at Tiandu, is already our person, not to mention Shaluk helped us a great deal by turning those rival commissioners."
Tiandu turned out to be the move with the least variables.
Yishel might lead the Northern Field Army across the river, the ace traitor Udi might die in vain, and Laxi might not die... instead, the variables in these moves were much larger, yet the outcome was surprisingly good.
Evidently, the Poluo people stood firmly by their side from the heart; otherwise, this kind of critical strike wouldn’t have happened.
Yet such a simple matter, Shaluk couldn’t see through, still fantasizing about "taking over" and truly thinking Grov’s 800,000 strong army and the 100,000 elite of Gray Wolf’s army were his people.
Soon, these traitors would all become clowns, and they truly deserved such a fate.
While Sava was elated, Zayed kept staring intently at him.
"Sava."
Feeling that voice was somewhat unusual, Sava immediately restrained his overjoyed smile and looked at him warily.
"What’s the matter, sir?"
Zayed walked to the window, flicked the ash of the Rick Five at the side of the ashtray.
"We must learn from Laxi’s lesson. People we don’t fully know cannot be used, and if used, can’t be assigned great tasks, especially those around us. We are the true family, remember this well."
"Don’t worry, sir, I definitely won’t make the same mistakes as Laxi. Not only should we know their bottom line, but also grasp their handles... Of course, these things are in your hands, rest assured."
Sava’s face wore an honest smile, but cold sweat kept pouring from his back.
Have I stood out too much?
But godfather...
We haven’t won yet, after dealing with the former court minister Shaluk, we still have to get rid of this troublesome tail of Gopal.
Although Gopal might think Grov will be the first to leave, Zayed, foolish as he may be, might still want to use him a bit, as at least he is the only knife touched with Weilante people’s blood.
But now Sava suddenly felt that if he wasn’t careful, he might exit before Gopal.
Seems like once this is over, he needs to find a way to taint himself harmlessly...
Looking at the obedient and meek adopted son, Zayed’s eyebrows relaxed a bit, but then frowned involuntarily.
This adopted son was indeed picked up too cheaply.
Originally, he wanted to learn from Chu Guang, train Lu Bei, pick up an adopted son to keep around for observation and learning as a swift and ruthless knife, but after using, he found out that this thing, after all, wasn’t his own flesh, it grew on someone else’s body.
However, on a second thought, this guy had been around him for a long time; even raising a dog would nurture feelings...
There... shouldn’t be any problems, right?
That worshipful gaze sometimes even gave him the chills, making him suspect that this guy’s orientation was off... If he could feign that, then this guy’s depth of scheming would be unusually deep.
Yet he didn’t know that with any child, undergoing these constant tests, one couldn’t help but cultivate such depth.
Besides, he personally picked out this "clever ghost," adept with a touch, mastered with two.
Everyone possesses their own well, capable of confining only themselves.
Amidst this stormy and thundering rainy night, the glaring incandescent light seemed like a precarious boat, with no one knowing where this stormy little ship was headed next.
Perhaps he should keep some shamans on retainer to divine.
But one thing was for sure, without doubt.
The schemer continued honing his knives, the one in awe fully prostrated, trembling.
Neither knew then that their love-hate relationship was just beginning.
Yet, that was another bloody saga.
...
In the bright and beautiful New West Sail Port, Ross finally set foot ashore after three days at sea.
Overall, it was a thriving port, with one or two green trees dotting the bland sand, and the edges of dusty construction sites revealing outlines of buildings.
Salen planned to build a new West Sail Port in the southwestern corner of Luo Xia Province, corresponding with Silver Moon Bay in the southeast, designating it as a special zone of the Eastern Empire.
Although this place lacked the distinctive landscapes like Shock Plain and fertile rivers of Silver Moon Bay, it had an advantage the latter didn’t—a Willante immigrant population from the Southern Legion.
People were the greatest wealth.
Bister Town had already proven this, even if they had to import basic freshwater resources from the Honey Badger Kingdom’s "Riverbank" System, they could still rely on their own strength to survive.
And those survivors from the Falcon Kingdom would eventually become a progressive force changing their homeland, taking on the responsibility the industry representatives established by the Alliance in Falcon Kingdom couldn’t bear.
The future, for now, aside, the busy ones on the shore were not only the Willante people but also some local survivors from Luo Xia Province, even residents from the distant East.
Salen promised them some benefits, like equal rights with the Willante people, open media access, and a ban on slave trade and enslavement... though these rights were confined to the special zone.
Overall, everything was moving in a positive direction.
Although many things have just begun, this new beginning is clearly much better than the last one.
A family of five, who survived thanks to him, expressed their gratitude profusely, insisting on repaying his kindness. However, he just smiled and waved his hand, telling the couple to take care of their three children before bidding them farewell.
Life goes on.
The life of the Poluo people is such, and the life of the Vellante people is such...
At the port’s entry passage, Ross, as required by the Eastern Empire soldiers, came to a registration post.
The soldier sitting at the post flipped through the documents and quickly found Ross’s name.
Upon discovering that he was actually a Ten Thousand Leader, the soldier immediately took out a letter from the drawer, stood up, saluted, and handed the letter to Ross with both hands.
"I’ve heard of your great name! Ten Thousand Leader Ross, please take this letter to the port authority indicated on the map. There, the staff will register your military rank and your curriculum vitae and arrange for your ’surveillance residence’ work... Rest assured, although it is surveillance residence, no one will monitor you constantly, but we hope you won’t leave this port before the time is up."
"Additionally, we have prepared a villa for you. Shortly, the staff from the port authority will take you there. During your surveillance period, you can live there and even bring your family to join you!"
Ross returned the salute, took the letter from the young man’s hand, and thanked him.
"Thank you, I will consider it."
"You’re welcome, it’s not every day one gets involved with such a large Legion Leader," the soldier said with a smile, shaking his hand and winking playfully, "Anyway, welcome home, at least you didn’t end up in the hands of the Poluo people."
Ross smiled and said.
"They... aren’t as barbaric as you say, on my way back, they treated me quite well."
The soldier gave him a surprised look, then understood and smiled, saying.
"Really? Ah... so you must have traveled during the day, not at night."
Ross asked.
"Does it make a difference?"
The soldier shrugged and said with a smile.
"I’ve heard there are gunshots every night, maybe not during the day? You should ask someone else for specifics, I just heard stories anyway, good luck to you."
Ross didn’t press further; the events there were no longer his concern.
Following the address on the letter, he found the port authority, quickly completed the pre-employment procedures, and received the key to the villa.
His job was simple, mainly to teach reserve officers of the Eastern Empire.
According to General McCullen, only those who have engaged the Alliance know how to deal with them.
They need to analyze how the Alliance fights, how they operate locally, and how they support the Survivor Forces, etc...
It’s said that Nord City has also established a social science research institute specifically studying alliance and residents of the refuge related cases, and they have to exchange information with the institute in City of Dawn.
The Alliance welcomes this, apparently not worried at all about them countering their moves.
Or this is perhaps part of the Manager’s open strategy.
The Alliance is gradually pulling the Eastern Empire into the Alliance’s familiar game rules, using gentle methods to instigate changes in the old legion forces... and most likely, has been doing so for a long time.
A high-intensity hot war is unlikely to occur again; war games may become the new norm.
After all, fighting with words doesn’t result in deaths.
Ross couldn’t help but sigh, maybe the world has really changed, and he needs to learn to keep up with the times...
After returning home and putting away his luggage, he wandered around the street, bought some food for humans with his advanced salary, and then found a newsstand by the roadside.
Life was too leisurely.
He felt himself relaxing entirely, even contemplating buying a bottle of beer to drink on the beach until sunset.
And the days of hiding in caves eating insects just a few days ago seemed like a lie...
So, what exactly does Teil want?
His eyes became somewhat dazed, and suddenly, as a Ten Thousand Leader, he couldn’t figure it out.
But he had to think carefully about this question, after all, he was now Eastern Empire’s "research material", and soon, he might have to explain it all to the students on the classroom...
"You guys have the ’Survivor Daily’ here?"
Looking at the Ten Thousand Leader standing before the newsstand, the middle-aged man selling newspapers squinted a smile.
"Indeed, just as soon as the port opened, the newspaper came in... But I’ll tell you secretly, this New West Port’s ’Survivor Daily’ is different from the one in City of Dawn, registered by your majesty."
Upon hearing this, Ross was momentarily caught between laughter and tears, unsure whether to call Salen sly or comment on how capable this guy was.
Placing a dinar on the newsstand, he picked up a newspaper and glanced over, only to be dumbfounded by the headlines almost filling the front page.
[Mammoth City Uprising! Laxi Assassinated! Is the killer from the Assault Team, an elder from the Moon Clan Resistance Army, or the Family Meeting?!]
Laxi... is dead?
Ross was utterly stunned for a moment, not expecting that the Kill God, whom Ten Thousand Leader Olet was so furious with, would suddenly end up dead?
He hadn’t confronted Laxi directly, only Eisher, but still found it difficult to accept such an outcome.
Why?
No matter how he thought, he couldn’t make sense of it, his head was a whirlwind of confusion, and he instinctively tossed a few more dinars, flipping through the newspaper further.
[Night of the Bayonet! Several Moon Clan Resistance Army elders arrested! The Assault Team goes on a killing spree!]
[Horror! Newspaper Office Tragedy! ’National Daily’, ’Justice Herald’, ’Voice of Justice’ and other offices all swept away by Pu-9 Submachine Guns?!]
[Wolfish ambition no longer hidden?! Assault Team Leader Shava announces assumption of new leadership of the Mammoth Nation! Claiming to execute Family Meeting members during house arrest, and executing them on the court!]
[Terror! Newspaper office massacre! "National Daily" massacre case! Rumor has it that the criminal is a member of the Assault Team or the Moon Clan Resistance Army.]
[Lax i excels in the anti-rebellion efforts! Takes over as Northern Field Army Commander with merits!]
This newspaper’s headlines were indeed hastily written, to the point where each title left Ross, who had been immersed in battle just a few days before, feeling breathless.
"Is it all just chaos? Even before making any announcements, were they already listing the convicted?"
"Didn’t our brothers in the south lose without disgrace, they indeed had fewer men."."
"...Even their heroes are getting killed, I think these people have lost it."
"Isn’t Yishel among them as well?"
"Wait a second, are you saying you left during the day, not at night?"
"Is there a difference?"
"I heard gunshots every night, maybe not during the day? You can ask someone else for more details, all I know is from hearsay. Either way, good luck to you with everything."
Without asking further, Ross realized he wasn’t involved in what was happening there.
He found the port’s general administrative office according to the address on the letter and quickly completed his pre-employment procedures, obtaining the key to his new villa.
His job was simple, mainly teaching the Eastern Empire’s reserve officers.
As General McCullen put it, only those who have clashed with the Alliance know how to best deal with them.
They needed to analyze how the Alliance operated, how they carried out their work locally, and how they supported Survivor Forces and so forth...
Rumor has it that a social science research institute had also been established in Nord City, aimed at researching the Alliance and refuge residents’ matters, and intended to collaborate with the research institute in the City of Dawn.
The Alliance seemed to welcome this, as if they weren’t worried at all about counteracting any strategies created against them.
Or perhaps this was all part of the manager’s open conspiracy.
The Alliance was gradually pulling the Eastern Empire into the familiar Game rules of the Alliance, and the changes in the old Army forces were being subtly induced... and perhaps this has already started long ago.
A high-intensity hot war is probably no longer possible, and war games might become the new norm.
After all, fighting with words doesn’t cost lives.
Ross couldn’t help but sigh, perhaps the world had really changed, and he would have to learn to keep up with these times.
He continued his thoughts, finding a report booth along the road after buying some food with his advanced salary.
The days of hiding in a cave and eating bugs seemed almost like an illusion...
So hiding in a cave, avoiding the Moon Clan is but part of a larger scheme...
Eventually, he saw the page those people had mentioned—
[Shava, the new leader of the Assault Team, announced as the new leader of Mammoth Nation!]
Upon hearing Jakale’s merits, following the suppression of the rebellion, Ross couldn’t help but feel breathless, as if they were killing their own heroes.
In any case, Ross had to think deeply about this issue, because now he was stuck on the same game board with them.
"Thank you for your thoughts. I will think about it."
"No need to thank me, it’s just that sometimes when you have such a great Legion Leader, there’s nothing else you can do," the soldier said with a smile, shaking his hand, and winked jokingly. "Anyway, welcome back home. At least you didn’t fall into the hands of the Poluo."