"I like to deal with smart people. Although your surname is Luton, I am not so pedantic that I refuse to accept my opponent. If you want, you can still continue to serve as the Lord of Bloodstone City. What surname is actually not important. Of course, you must also remove the unicorn lion brooch on your collar. As compensation, I will give you another new double-headed eagle."

Lin Xiang's face was always smiling, and his voice was always gentle.

Chebman's body trembled slightly, and his lips opened a gap moved slightly, but he couldn't say a word. He suddenly felt that he was old at least thirty years old, and he felt numb in both his body and his thinking, and his mental state was so tired that he might completely collapse at any time.

The opponent is too powerful. Regardless of the huge army outside the city, just the three parasitics surrounding Lin Xiang, they have no way to deal with it. Ordinary soldiers can only die when they face them.

Lin Xiang stood quietly, waiting for Chebman's thoughts to be the result. He was very patient.

Chebman's face gradually turned pale, and he broke the suffocating calm between the two, and said in a hoarse voice as dry as if missing water: "If... you can guarantee the lives of all the surrendered soldiers and all the citizens in the city, then... I am willing to surrender."

Lin Xiang smiled and nodded: "You are a very rational commander. I have always believed that the members of the Luton family are all liars, rogues, psychiatric patients, except Bergson. Now, behind him, I should add your name."

Chebman did not respond to these kind words. The gaze in his eyes became fierce and fierce. He carefully examined every detail on Lin Xiang, and then stared at the other party's clear black eyes for nearly three minutes before looking up at the sky and sighing a long time.

"I hope...you can keep your promise."

"Keep trust is one of the basic qualities a ruler must possess."

Although he didn't quite understand why the other party said this, Lin Xiang still nodded solemnly.

"……That's good."

A slight smile appeared on Chebman's angular face. He waved his hand to a high-ranking officer standing behind the sand lane, and said without looking back: "Order all troops to disarm, leave the bunkers and fortifications, line up on the spot, waiting for the surrender."

"Your Excellency, this..."

Even though they had heard the previous conversations clearly, the officer couldn't help but want to argue.

"Execute the commands! Now, it's meaningless to say this-"

Chebman interrupted the officer in a low tone, reached out and unbuttoned the leather hood around his waist, and took out a silver Bronin imitation pistol.

Seeing this, Wang Daxia and others who were waiting next to Lin Xiang quickly flashed in front of them, forming a narrow triangle with Chebman as the core.

Chebman didn't care about this act of imprisoning him. He pulled Bronning's bolt, raised the gun high, pointed it at his right temple, and looked at Lin Xiang deeply: "I hope... you can remember your promise."

Lin Xiang looked at him calmly, the smile on his face had disappeared, his eyebrows were slightly frowned, he coughed a few times, and said, "You seem to have misunderstood my intentions. I have no idea of ​​killing you. In Bloodstone City, you are still the city lord, but..."

"Thank you for your kindness, but... I can't forgive myself."

Chebman interrupted again, and he put the muzzle firmly in the depression of his right skull, looked up at the dark sky, and smiled bitterly: "Bloodstone City is the property of the Luton family. Since I cannot save it, I must bear the blame."

“There are many ways to bear the blame, you don’t need to choose death—”

Lin Xiang's words were not sarcastic at all, and his tone was full of sincerity.

"Sorry, I must be worthy of my conscience and live with shame and failure...I can't do it-"

Chebman straightened his chest, took a deep breath, and pulled the trigger hard. The bullet shot out of the gun chamber with a fatal power. His body was hit by huge kinetic energy, as if a piece of stiff wood suddenly tilted to the left and fell heavily to the ground.

The scene was silent. The officer waiting beside him softened his knees and knelt down weakly next to the body sobbed softly. The soldiers behind Shalei also walked out slowly, lined up on the side of Chebman's corpse, and stood silently.

"Old fool... he didn't have to die."

A parasitic guard who returned to Lin Xiang, sighed and shook his head.

"No, he's not stupid at all-"

Lin Xiang suddenly turned his head, roaring excitedly and roughly: "This is a noblest trait. It is precisely because of this kind that we... can be different from other creatures on the earth and be qualified to be called humans-"

...

In less than two hours, all the troops affiliated with Sosbia in Bloodstone City had been disarmed and escorted to a temporary designated prisoner of war camp. Together with them, there were two thousand citizens who were gathered from all corners of the city and qualified for formal identity.

As for the number of slaves with a total of more than 100,000, they were detained in various camps according to the original overall organization. The alternating power in the city once made them ecstatic, believing that they could finally escape from suffering and restore freedom. However, the Yinyue City Guards, which were stronger than the Sospiya army, and the black muzzles pointed at them, full of vigilance and coldness, also made the hot-headed slaves gradually recognize the situation and quietly curled up in their own narrow space inside the camp, waiting for the people who could decide their destiny to give orders.

The city lord's residence has been cleaned up. Walking on a thick red velvet carpet, Lin Xiang and Wang Daxia walked into the living room on the second floor. Four beautiful maids with exposed clothes, about fifteen years old and curved curves followed their steps and walked into the room. Due to radiation, their skin was slightly black and rough, but overall they were healthy and energetic. Their bodies shrank and trembled, and their expressions on their faces were extremely frightened, but they tried to maintain essential etiquette.

They are all the private property of the previous city lord, and their death or continued to become exclusive favors is entirely determined by the will of the new owner.

"From now on, you are the lord of Bloodstone City."

Lin Xiang walked to the desk on the side of the hall with his left hand on his back, picked up a decorative ball the size of a fist, polished with crystal, and rotated it with interest.

"City Lord?"

Wang Daxia looked at him in surprise and shook his head subconsciously: "No, I don't have that ability. You know, in the old days, I was just a squad leader, and I never..."

Lin Xiang turned around, a faint charming smile appeared on his face, and said, "No one is a natural ruler. Even those ancient emperors have gained experience in success and failure. There is no order in the wasteland world, and the people here do not have inviolable rights and freedoms like humans in the old era. You are a parasite, and in the eyes of ordinary people, you are the god who is above and controls their lives and everything."

There was a strange glow in Wang Daxia's eyes, and it disappeared quickly. He lowered his head and thought silently. Lin Xiang leaned sideways beside the desk, waiting patiently for his answer.

"I... might mess things up."

After nearly five minutes, Wang Daxia finally said a reply that was neither like a promise nor a rejection.

"The Hidden Moon City cannot exist independently. It requires various types of material circulation to be maintained. In fact, this is very similar to the city-state in ancient history, but this situation cannot last forever. To obtain more resources, it must be expanded. New cities and new settlements all require new rulers and consuls. The concept of the state has disappeared from the old era, and even those who cannot solve the most basic food and clothing cannot consider the so-called nationalism issue. But no matter what, the land under our feet belongs to China in the old era. Whether it is Sosbia, Ferdinand, or the Association of Doctors or the Knights of the Skeleton, they are all outsiders. The superiors who rule this land can only be ourselves-"

Lin Xiang took out a pack of "marlboro" cigarettes from his pocket, tore open the seal and took out a piece and handed it to Wang Dasha. Looking at his face covered with yellow skin and typical Asian racial characteristics, he said seriously: "We all have the blood of the same race."

The lit cigarette butts slowly released thick white disgust in the flashing light. Wang Daxia was silent for a moment and nodded slowly.

...

Time can erase the hardest objects, and the buildings in Bloodstone City are no exception.

Along the main streets that run across the city, the buildings on both sides of the roadside appear dark red tones. Most of the decorative layers covering the surface of the building have fallen off, the corners and walls are eroded by acid rain, and rusty steel bars have been exposed in many places. But in terms of firmness, they can still live. At least for the next hundred years, if they are not damaged by natural disasters such as earthquakes, they may remain ugly in appearance, solid and strong inside.

Looking down from above, the entire city is actually a huge basin. Along the edge of the slope, small buildings with no more than four floors are arranged in densely arranged in stairs, and the crisscrossing streets divide them into relatively independent residential areas. At the bottom of the basin surrounded by all buildings and irregularly rounded, it was transformed into a square with an area of ​​more than tens of thousands of square meters in the old days. The broken flower terraces and streets can vaguely see the plan a hundred years ago, and the green belt covered with thick grays are protruding. On the flat cement floor, shocking thick gaps are cracked, and weeds with tenacious vitality are rising from the middle, swaying left and right in the cold breeze.

Gunners were laid out at various commanding heights around the square, and hundreds of fully armed soldiers stood scattered around the top of the steps outside the field, monitoring the prisoners of war and citizens who were taken into the square from the east and southeast directions respectively. On the cement platform outside the crowd, sandbags had been piled into more than fifty temporary bunkers. The heavy machine guns on the surface of the sand basin were pointing at the panicked surrenders who were surrounded in the center of the field.

In addition to the disarmed Sosbian soldiers, men and women in uniforms of chefs and servants could also be seen in the crowd. Among the citizens who surrounded each other, there were children holding their parents' hands and terrified faces. Several pale women even held babies in their arms. They turned their bodies and tried to avoid the children's sight of the soldiers in Yinyue City. With uneasy and hopeful eyes, they looked at Lin Xiang, who was accompanying several guards and slowly walked down the upper steps of the square.

A high-level officer squeezed out from the group of prisoners and walked quickly towards the direction where Lin Xiang was. This sudden action caused the soldiers standing nearby to gather their focus and muzzles. Two parasitic guards waiting on Lin Xiang's side immediately came forward and grabbed the officer's arms, crushing them like heavy tanks, pressing them to the ground.

"You, you promised Lord Chebman not to kill us. You, you... you damn liar-"

Although he was held tightly by two powerful forces and could not move, the officer still roared like a giant beast from his mouth. He was blushing thick air from his nostrils, and his red eyes stared at Lin Xiang who was standing more than ten meters away.

Slowly walking to the officer and squatted down, Lin Xiang looked back and forth at the other party's face filled with fear and anger with a plain and cold look. Two minutes later, he stood up from the ground, carried his hands on his back, and said in a sympathetic and calm tone: "Chibman is a person of excellent qualities. I will never do anything against my promise."

"So...why are you bringing us here?"

The officer swallowed his throat hard, and Lin Xiang's words were like a basin of cold water, extinguishing most of the anger that had risen in his heart. He tried hard to calm down his overly excited mood and asked in a calm tone as possible: "I'm sorry... I thought you wanted to solve all of us here."

"Chebman and I are both city lords, and without trust is the dirtiest and despicable beast quality. I promised to keep your lives and I will never regret it-"

Lin Xiang's face was always smiling. He looked at the officer pressed to the ground calmly and said, "But there is one thing you must understand - everyone here, including you, is a prisoner of defeat and surrender."

The officer's face immediately changed color, and his lips trembled slightly. Although he did not clearly express his hidden intention, just this sentence is enough to show Lin Xiang's attitude.

"I have no obligation to support you. According to the rules of the wasteland world, from the time you put down your weapons and surrender voluntarily, you no longer have freedom. Hehehehe! In other words... you are all my slaves-"

Lin Xiang showed an elusive smile on his face and said calmly: "I know you are hungry. From yesterday to now, you have not received any food or water. Don't worry, the inventory of warehouse supplies has been completed and the bread will be shipped soon. Today, each of you can get double the quota. As for tomorrow... how much food you can get depends on your own attitude."

The officer looked pale, suppressing the fear and anger in his heart and asked, "What do you need us to do?"

"The mine will resume operation tomorrow morning. According to the actual reserves and excavation progress of the mine, the tens of thousands of slaves can only exert about 80% of the production capacity at most, and you will dig with them."

As he said that, Lin Xiang's eyes gradually turned cold, but he still maintained a constant smile: "No matter whether men, women, old or weak, treat them equally-"

"So...what about the child?" The officer felt that all the strength inside his body was instantly taken away and begged for a question.

"Children are also humans. If you want to get bread, you must go down the well and carry mines-"

Lin Xiang's voice was calm and composed.

"No, you can't do this - no matter what the war ends, it can't involve women and children. They, they are innocent-"

Suddenly, the officer suddenly burst out with a violent and rough roar. His face was completely distorted, and he roared at Lin Xiang's crazy curse.

"You're right-"

Lin Xiang looked at the officer struggling desperately with a look of indifferent expression, put away the smile on his face, and said coldly: "But don't forget, you are all affiliated groups of the Luton family. Even children may have Luton's blood."

The muscles on the officer's face twitched, and he twisted his arm, which was tightly held by the parasitic guards, and said in a pleading and hopeful tone: "We...we can swear and be loyal forever."

Lin Xiang smiled faintly, squatted again, patted the officer's shoulder gently, and said grimly: "I believe your oath is absolutely true. However, how long can this situation last? A month? A week? Or, just to avoid the temporary plan of slavery? I am not a god, and I cannot see through people's hearts. I can only use time as a test standard. If I survived at least five years in the mine, I will decide whether you will regain your citizenship based on the regulatory report. But before that, you have no, and you cannot have a second choice. As for the child... he will die if he dies, he will save his life and be reborn-"

The officer lowered his head with a tragic expression, and he had no capital that could be used for arguments.

The Bloodstone City mine has been dug to a very terrible depth, with gas explosions, water accumulation, landslides... All kinds of dangerous accidents may occur at any time. The mortality rate of slave miners is even as high as 30%.
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