Section 336 Hidden dangers

(Everyone is scolding passers-by who is desperate to save Xiao Yueyue. But why no one talks about her parents? What are you doing? Make a living? Play mahjong? Do business? When something happens, the child will cry and snatch the earth to gain sympathy for the media. How much do you really do your parents' responsibilities?)

An emperor man with the lieutenant colonel badge on his shoulder sat opposite him. He was also silent and looked at him coldly with unconcealed sarcastic gaze.

The opponent of the "Extreme Warriors" Legion is the Imperial West Group. It is under the jurisdiction of the First, Second, Fourth and Fifth Legions, as well as two additional heavy chariot regiments and an independent communications battalion. The total number of troops is about 46,000, with a full-span rate of 98.6%, and a equipment rate of 100%. With the current full-span rate of only 10,000, the number comparison is completely at a disadvantage.

The outcome of the war is not entirely determined by the quantity. Based on the quality of the troops, weapons and equipment, logistics supply, situation, and the support they can obtain, Longteng Ling has already gained a comprehensive advantage. If it were not for the excessive casualties and the inability to wipe out the opponents, the defeated soldiers would have entered Longteng Ling in scattered to disrupt and disturb the sao, Wang Biao would have ordered the entire army to attack. The Eastern Imperial Armed Forces Group stationed on the opposite side had seen this clearly and dared to disobey Alfra's final surrender order and confront him without a logistical foundation.

Wang Biao didn't like to sit opposite the empire called Mistrov. This guy is thin and tall, with Belarusian blood, but he has no inheritance of the toughness and strength unique to ancient Russians. His skin is very white, his surface is very smooth, he does not have the dense sweat unique to men, and his texture is more delicate than that of women. He raises his hand and raises his football team to give people a pretentious and cautious manner, especially when he often picks up his fingers and pretends to be noble, which always makes Wang Biao feel disgusting for no reason. If it weren't for the two small curved beards on his lips, he would have some of the identity marks that a man should have, Wang Biao would have twisted off this sissy head and swallowed the hot and sticky white slurry inside the living drink.

There were two dark green military enamel tea tanks on the table, filled with clear white wine. Wang Biao liked this alcoholic beverage that was as high as 64 degrees. The burning feeling that flowed into the stomach like a fire line could easily arouse strong and powerful murderous intent and anger.

"The things that should be said have been said. I don't like pulling and pulling, and all emperors must surrender unconditionally. By the way, I don't have the patience to continue playing this boring word game with you."

The threat of Chi/11 did not seem to have the expected effect on Mistrov. He raised his legs and leisurely took out an exquisite silver cigarette box from his shirt pocket. From it, he paused gently on his slender fingertips. At the same time, he glanced at the white wine in the military teapot with a dissatisfied look, shook his head and muttered: "I don't like vodka. This thing is too strong and not suitable for my stomach. If there is a good red wine, I don't mind giving it that glass."

In the old era, all liquor was called "vodka".

"This is the fourth conversation between us. It is also the last one."

Staring at his eyes that were red from the stimulation of alcohol, Wang Biao squirted out a strong smell of alcohol. This rude behavior made Mistrov turn around immediately, frown in disgust, look at him angrily, and speak sarcastically without any hesitation.

"If your army does not agree to all the conditions proposed by us, we will definitely have a fifth meeting."

"There is no room for negotiation for unconditional surrender." Wang Biao's tone was always tough.

"This is impossible———"

Mistrov continued to say in a faint sarcastic tone: "We have more than 50,000 soldiers, and the number comparison is absolutely superior. You have no chance of winning in front of you. If it weren't for the last emperor's will, we wouldn't have stayed here for 1 time."

Deliberately exaggerating one's own strength is the most common method in negotiations.

Wang Biao drooped his eyelids and squinted his eyes and looked at him coldly.

This kind of intimidation that only stays on the surface has no effect at all. As the supreme commander of the "Extreme Warriors" Legion, Wang Biao knew very well about the strength of both sides. After the armistice negotiations began, in order to show enough sincerity, he once provided food supply to the opposite team of Emperor ** according to Lin Xiang's order. However, this kind-hearted move obviously did not have the effect as it should be. The Emperor ** side regarded it as a kind of cowardice, a compromise that was powerless to fight and had to seek peace. This is also the real reliance that Mistrov dared to speak rudely.

By the way, Wang Biao would rather let go of his hands and feet and fight well, which would be much more refreshing than arguing repeatedly about a few so-called conditions in a tent.

He could understand Lin Xiang's concerns - insufficient attack power could easily lead to the defeat of the Imperial Army rather than being completely wiped out. It was extremely difficult to eliminate the soldiers of the imperial soldiers who fled in all directions, and the Imperial Army, far away in the imperial capital and other cities, would also become a potential hidden danger among the people. Once the negotiations broke down, the war began in full swing, these people would immediately change their identities and turn from the original obedient people to the craziest rioters. The reason for this was exactly the same as the citizen hierarchy that Longtengling was implementing. Compared with slaves, military families were all social components with higher status. They enjoyed much more treatment and benefits than slaves.

Take Longtengling as an example: the average daily food quantity of citizens (adults) of "e" grade (e) is 600 grams of bread, 50 grams of pickled smoked or canned rou, 100 grams of vegetables, 300 grams of potatoes or sweet potatoes, 20 grams of salt, 30 grams of fat and sugar each.

"F"-level citizens can get one kilogram of rations per day. However, in their ration table, there are no rou and sugar, but directly replace them with vegetables and crude oil.

If the citizen level continues to rise and meets the "d" standard, then a small amount of cigarettes, cows, alcoholic beverages, and even eggs and butter that are regarded as treasures by all wasteland residents.

Humans living in the old era found it difficult to understand this social system that only relies on a few kinds of daily necessities as distinction. Under the light of glorious civilization, the earth in the 21st century was almost nothing. Few people truly realized what the one-cost food meant. There are many steamed buns and rice soaked in buckets, so many that even pigs felt overwhelmed. Beautiful girls sat in high-end restaurants to fill their stomachs, but to show their elegant movements and beauty. As for the food on the plate, they either had exquisite dishes left after half of the food, or they just picked up a few chopsticks and claimed that they were full. They had to rely on hunger strike to achieve a full meal that reduced the effect.

At this time, if you travel through time and space, take a piece of moldy black bread or a few roasted cockroaches, and go to a girl who is wearing gorgeous clothes, with a "1v" limited edition leather bag on her shoulders, and her arms, legs and feet are so thin that it seems that even the wind can blow it. At the same time, you are both skinny and sensual, saying: "Sleep with me for a night, these things are yours..." The ending will only be that you are treated as a madman and beaten in the street, and then sent to a mental hospital.

In the wasteland, in the wilderness where there is almost no food source, these things are enough to make every refugee woman take the initiative to take off her clothes and lie under her crotch, with the gentlest attitude, like honey, your device.

Pain or happiness are all compared.

In the old era, girls could never experience the desperate hunger in the wasteland, but they always believed that those who have more paper money than themselves could be happy.

Longteng led the "F" level citizens' desire for sugar and ji eggs to exhale more energy to face work and accumulate merit in exchange for opportunities to be recognized by the management committee, advance, and get better material treatment.

The Emperor's genus is no exception. When slaves look at them with envy, the subconscious satisfaction will expand to an unprecedented level. They consider themselves nobles and form an interest group with the emperor as the core. Once these auras attached to the surface are peeled off layer by layer, their identity and status instantly fall to a level lower than that of the slave, anger and dissatisfaction will be aroused and released at the same time, and then evolve into madness and violence that swept everything.

According to the latest statistics from the Management Committee, the number of imperial vassals scattered within the territory is as high as more than 700,000. Among them, the number of military vassals in the imperial capital Heizhu City alone has the upper hand, reaching a huge 400,000.

Lin Xiang does not want to have an action at this time. It takes time to digest the empire, and giving slaves civilian status is a complex and tedious task. Whether it is the major legions confronting outside or the military families that exist within, they are threatening forces that must be faced. Peaceful transition in a way that wins over is the most effective and effective method at present.

......

The first snowfall of the year has fallen.

The snowfall is very small. As soon as the flying snowflakes fall to the ground, they have melted into crystal water droplets and are quickly absorbed by dry mud. The dense white spots are sprinkled down from the sky, covering the originally unbright sky into a darkness.

The climate of Black Prison City is slightly warmer than that of Longtengling. Some areas in the vast and desolate north can now see snow, but the fields here still have an occasional green color. Of course, this situation will not last too long. Under the upcoming cold and harsh weather, all living creatures on the surface of the earth must follow irreversible natural rules.

Although it was less than two o'clock in the afternoon, the sky was almost completely dark. The radiant clouds that were blown from all directions by the strong wind completely blocked the sun's rays to reach every gap on the ground. The snow had stopped, and the violent airflow that whimpered overhead stimulated the eardrums. There were almost no pedestrians on the road. Occasionally, a few figures appeared in the corners of the streets, wrapped their clothes tightly, crossed the streets as fast as possible, and trotted desperately from the area where the cold wind slashed like a knife.

In front of the tall and majestic palace gate, two shadows that were close together appeared. They were wearing black cloth blouses that were most common and the simplest style of wasteland residents. The hoods that were turned up from behind the neck covered the entire head, and the long hem of the clothes was dragging across the knees. They walked silently on the empty streets with the wind on their backs. Under the cover of the black sleeves, the hands of the two people were tightly held.

Men can never guess what a woman thinks.

Perhaps it was too boring to stay in the palace for a long time, Ying Jia suggested going out for shopping. Although the streets were filled with wind and sand, and there were no shops open in the city under the state of full military control, Lin Xiang still affirmed Ying Jia's suggestions without hesitation.

He has a kind of almost doting indulgence for his beloved woman.

Walking aimlessly on the street, there were no pedestrians or onlookers. Tens of meters behind him, followed by four or five vague figures. They scattered into a fan-shaped semi-encircle, and walked silently with Lin Xiang and Ying Jia who were walking in the front.

No one in the entire Black Prison Empire has a parasitic power of more than nine stars. Lin Xiang’s safety does not have to worry about, but as a cover-up and disguise, a few elite guards must still exist.

Holding hands, feeling the temperature coming from each other on the skin surface from now on, there is a kind of love that is more intimate than words.

In front of a small house on the side of the main street of the commercial district in the eastern part of the city, the two stopped. The window in front of the house showed a hazy yellow light, and there was a bustling noise inside. The surface of the virtual door panel that exposed a gap was hung with a rough and simple round wooden board. A coffee cup was painted with white paint, and next to it were a few crooked Chinese characters: "Opening business".

The moment they opened the door, everyone in the cafe gathered their eyes. They maintained the same movements and expressions as they had been a few seconds ago. The air was filled with a strong smell of tobacco and alcohol. A pair of turbid or slightly red eyes were staring indifferently at the two guests who had just walked into the room.

He picked up an empty table near the window and sat down. A thin waiter wearing a white cloth hat walked slowly behind the counter. He held a cigarette in his mouth and threw two menus with greasy stains on the table. He asked expressionlessly: "What do you want to do?"

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The fire was burning in the fireplace on the side wall, and the jumping flames released a pleasant warmth. Lifting up the hood and taking off the thick cotton black robe, Ying Jia's convex figure was full of the charming, gentle and beautiful special temperament, which immediately attracted the eyes of all men in the cafe like a magnet. Like a brilliant sunshine, it quickly turned into ice cubes frozen on people's faces, bringing out a "buzzing" whisper like a bee fly flying.

“Two cups of cappuccino.”

The eyes covered by long black eyelashes swept quickly from the menu, and Ying Jia's voice sounded indescribable comfort in his ears: "Add an extra portion of beef and sugar. Thank you!"

The thin waiter stared at his eyes and looked at the delicate face as delicate as porcelain. His throat was shaking up and down, and the sound of swallowing saliva was clearly heard. He did not make any excessive moves, but put away the menu as fast as possible, turned around and walked towards the counter behind the crowd.

Black Prison City has been fully controlled. Based on the combat uniforms of the Skeleton Knights, the military uniforms with the black regiment dragon logo added to the territory have become a symbol of the new ruling class of the imperial capital. The bodies of thousands of officials are still hanging on both sides of the street, dead, iron-blooded, cruel and cold dictatorship... The residents of Black Prison City can clearly determine what kind of men can talk to, what women can tease, and what kind of people cannot provoke.

Therefore, although Ying Jia's beauty has exceeded the limit that normal people can understand, no one dared to move forward and make any extraordinary actions—————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————

Beauty is extremely rare in the wasteland world.

If you can't touch or move, then just look with your eyes and fantasize.

The atmosphere in the cafe became warm again. It was mixed with the smell of sweat, smoke, alcohol, and body odor that could not be called, and ran back and forth between people's mouths and noses. Exhale and inhale, making loud fart sounds from the door collapse, and immediately covered by chewing and swallowing and teeth impact. People's intentional or unintentional eyes always fall on Ying Jia. Only those eyes that are far away and blocked by layers of figures dare to look straight from the corner without restraint, shocked by the kind of beauty that cannot be explained in words, and also fall into unexciting loss and frustration.

Lin Xiang lifted his cap and sighed.

He loved Ying Jia, but he was not so narrow-minded that he had to be angry and killed if he was seen.

Just shopping, there is no need to fill everything with death and blood.

In fact, he was thinking about another question.

"Capburkino...If I remember correctly, there is no record of butter and cattle on the list of materials that the Empire can produce independently. The coffee and sugar aided by the Knights of the Skeleton are only supplied to the army as special items. Where did they... come from these things?"

While muttering to himself, the waiter had already walked up to him with a tray and placed two gray porcelain tea cups containing coffee on the dining table. The beaker-shaped glass jar as big as a fist was filled with white, and a layer of slightly yellowish-colored jar was piled in a plate that was not much larger than a coin.

The coffee tastes very light and has no aroma when smelled. The ratio concentration is obviously greatly reduced, and the tongue can feel it is just a light sweet water.

Lin Xiang picked up the jar and poured some into the coffee cup to taste it. The taste was also light and there was a very strange salty fishy smell.

Obviously, this is definitely not awesome.
Chapter completed!