The people standing in front of Yang Hua were the civil affairs controllers of six small settlements near Red Helmet Town. The total population under their jurisdiction was about 3,400.

The natural environment of the wasteland world is far more harsh than in the old days.

In addition to radiation, cold or hot, it is also one of the primary considerations for refugees to choose their place of residence. Compared with tropical areas, the population in the north close to the cold zone is smaller and the resource output is not very high. It is also because of this that although Yang Hua's troops have been wiped out, the reinforcements sent by the "Sword of God" and the six small villages and towns still have no intention of surrendering or willing to merge the empire.

They are still waiting and watching.

Or it should be said that you want to use the chips you have already mastered to get enough benefits from the empire.

This area is a strategic buffer area between the original family alliance and the "Sword of God". According to the agreement signed with the church during the existence of the family alliance, the tax paid by the civilians is jointly owned by both parties. The specific distribution ratio each accounted for 50%. Due to the north-south trade of various materials, resource exchange areas have gradually formed near the Red Helmet Town. The demise of the family alliance completely cut off the supply of goods from the south. In the past few months, the northern cities have always wanted to open up commercial ties with the south. Without establishing a complete material supply network, the "Sword of God" had to send relevant personnel to negotiate with the empire. In exchange for giving up part of the already occupied areas, they demanded the opening of a new trade channel. However, the negotiations were destined to be impossible to succeed from the beginning. The high-level officials of the empire who were already strong enough were unable to share the entire north with the church.

Of course, the lower civilians cannot understand the disputes between the interests of the upper class. They only know that there has been no caravans for more than half a year. The battle between the "Holy Blood Angels, the Legion and the "Sword of God" seems to be very far away from them and is very strange. They are already accustomed to the free life without anyone's control, and it is even more impossible to truly turn to one of them. Wars always kill people.

However, the conflicts and disputes between the family alliance and the church have lasted for decades, but no one has carried out a large-scale massacre of civilians. The reason is simple. The number of civilians in the north is sparse, and population means wealth.

Past experience is the most fundamental basis for the six villages to fight against Yang Hua. They do not disrespect or despise the army from the empire, but think that the other party cannot do anything to them. Kill all the people, and you will naturally get nothing.

Thinking of this, the oldest old man in the crowd walked forward a few steps, looked at Yang Hua, who was sitting on the wooden bench with his eyes that had a clear understanding of the world, and said seriously: "Your Excellency, we are willing to pay taxes and food that must be collected on time. But it was incorporated into the empire...

..

.Improve it, we cannot offend the Church. It is too close to the parish, and we are sandwiched in the middle."

At the end of the day, the old man could only shake his head helplessly. Although he had not finished speaking, the meaning he wanted to express was clear enough.

"You don't need to worry about these issues."

Yang Hua took a sip of tea, felt the smell of the special envoy floating between the chun teeth, and looked at the other party meaningfully, saying, "The war area will be further expanded, and there will be no so-called dividing line. Swinging left and right is not a good idea. Surrender or resist must be made early. His Majesty the Emperor does not have the patience to wait too long. "It is impossible to compromise between the empire and the church. Making decisions early will be beneficial to you and others."

"But" the old man still wanted to continue to argue.

"Nothing good, but,

”

Yang Hua waved his hand without hesitation and interrupted the other party roughly: "There are only two options in front of you. One, surrender, the other, refuse. It's that simple. The old man froze, and the expression on his face immediately became calm. It can be seen that he was very unhappy." He even stared at Yang Hua with a sharp gaze that was extremely complicated and seemed to want to see through everything. This dispute that was simply stuck in verbal words

Suddenly, among the ruling crowds of other villages, there were waves of slight movements. They began to whisper and sting. During the conversation, "Occasionally, you could hear indignation about the tyrannical and powerful imperial army, and there were also urgent words to be dissatisfied with the status quo and desire to improve. There were many worries about the future of their settlements, and some people stood there silently, just looking back and forth between the old man and Yang Hua with a confused and panic-looking look.

The empire needs slaves.

Stone Salton, this damn fat black man, asked the management committee every day to urge more free labor to the southern mining area. This guy really looked dirty, obese, bloated, like a ball of rolling back and forth in the mud, and his body was filled with the worst lard with a strong body odor. But no one could deny that he did have a set of experience and experience in how to manage slaves. Even in the absence of sufficient machinery, the output of coal and iron ore increased by four times. As a price that must be paid for a huge profit, slaves in the entire mining area were beaten to death, exhausted, and robbed every hour.

There are endless violence and murder.

However, no one raised any objection to the security officer responsible for protecting the king outside the mining area※※

Stone Salton's slave head was personally taught by the emperor himself, and everything he did was in full compliance with the interests of the empire. As for the dead.

Every day in the wilderness, a large number of refugees are starved to death and thirsty. Who is responsible for them? Moreover, mining minerals is also a necessary process to change one's own destiny.

As long as you can survive the whip of supervisors, the dark working environment, the deception and exploitation of companions, the insults and ridicule of powerful people, you can accumulate contribution points and truly become an imperial citizen with a formal identity.

Establish files for each slave and calculate the contribution score based on the actual amount of excavation for each person. This is Lin Xiang's instructions. Even if Shi Dong and Salton have great courage, they will never dare to disobey the orders from the emperor himself. The reason for this purpose is very obvious to avoid the essence.

Let ordinary people get more evolutionary opportunities in a cruel environment. Using death as the standard for review and judgment, precipitation and accumulation of the future Longteng Empire will no longer have the three words "ordinary people".

Whether in the north or in the south, this standard will not change at all and will be implemented resolutely. Yang Hua could kill more than 3,000 civilians in six villages at once, but he still wanted to give these people a chance. As for the so-called hatred and anger, as long as they can accumulate contributions and obtain new identity certification, they will be supervised by the army and become new immigrants in a small settlement under the premise of getting rid of slave identity. The newly established Imperial Education Agency will brainwash the descendants of these people. In the textbooks and the knowledge preached by teachers, it will continue to mention that they must be absolutely loyal to the emperor. Two generations, three generations, and four generations later, if those immigrants transformed from slaves are still hostile to the empire, they will naturally start a new round of killing when they are determined that their own people are gradually alienated from their descendants or even have too far apart in their residence.

But then again, the vision of warriors and scientists in looking at things is indeed very different. Liu Yuchen actually thought of using the sperm and eggs of natural evolution as a basis to create new synthetic life forms in Yang Hua's opinion, this is simply redundant. But for now, everything is still in the mo-recruitment stage. No one can guarantee what will become in the future, nor can they predict whether the civilian class will change. They can only take one step at a time. Although killing is not the best means of ruling, it is one of the most shocking methods.

"Since you cannot make a choice, then listen to my opinions on handling it. Yang Hua put down the teacup in his hand, his smiling expression did not change at all, and said in a sign-like voice: "Everyone moved to the south and accepted the unified management of the empire."

"This is impossible"

The old man flatly rejected: "We will not leave our home, and we will not go anywhere."

"Haha, right?"

Yang Hua still had a smile on his face. He shrugged his shoulders, and his cold eyes swept quickly from all the civilian representatives standing in front of him. He suddenly raised his tone and instantly changed from soft to hideous: "Then, all of you must become slaves~~"

"No, you can't do that, one"

The old man's face suddenly turned pale, and before he could refute the other two old men of similar age next to him immediately screamed in unison.

, "Why can't it?"

Yang Hua asked coldly, then fell into silence in his memory.

He always retains the humiliating scene of being chased by slave traders and being stepped on his head by others. At that time, he once thought that he would never survive again. His son and wife were also a dark memory that he would never want to remember, but would always appear in his mind continuously.

"Why can't friends?"

He continued to raise his voice, his words filled with anger and tyranny towards the past, and the rampage and pleasure that could dominate the fate of others: "Don't think I don't know that every settlement has wilderness refugees who must depend on you to survive. Their status is no different from slaves. They are forced to accept the harsh terms of losing their freedom for a bite of bread and a sip of water. They are pointed at their heads at the gun, tied up like dogs, and become goods that are bought and sold by others at will hahaha! Since they are all human beings, the difference between refugees and residents is only literally different, why can they be sold as slaves, but you can't?"

This, this”

The old man's forehead was densely filled with cold sweat. He murmured incoherently, searching hard for words that might be used as explanations or rebuttals. In my memory, the village and relatives had encountered more serious dangers than this several times, but outsiders at that time always cared about population and wealth, rather than leaving no way out for themselves as they are now.

After a few minutes of silence, he finally made up his mind, shook his head helplessly, and smiled miserably: "Your Excellency, we are willing to accept your order. I will go back and notify everyone to prepare for collective migration."

Public opinion cannot confront force after all. In the face of death, the only choice is to compromise.

Yang Hua looked at him without objection, and suddenly laughed very strangely, "It seems like he was wrong.

The issue we are talking about now is not migration, but that you all have to become slaves.”

"you"

The old man suddenly widened his eyes and stared at him in disbelief. His mouth trembled repeatedly, but he couldn't say a word.

, "I have given you the preferential time has ended. Since you refuse to move, it means that this clause is no longer necessary."

Yang Hua sat upright on the wooden bench, staring at the old man seriously, not letting go of any change in his face. Yin said cruelly with a sense of abuse: "In three hours, I hope to see everyone complete the assembly in the designated position. If someone refuses to obey, the outcome will be the result."

As he said that, he raised his right hand and pointed to the church door facing him.

Just in the direction Yang Hua pointed, there were more than a dozen tall wooden crosses erected high. On them were nails and ropes fixed, rotten corpses. Occasionally, a few crows circled down from the air and quickly picked up a ball of stinky meat that was even thinner than paste. Then, quickly jumping to the top of the cross, enjoying the special sticky texture of the meat wrapped in pus slowly sliding down in the throat and slowly spreading.

The room connected to the underground passage is brightly lit. The area here is very wide, with hundreds of planes of space, with several computers and some electronic instruments that are not known for their specific purpose. Near the southwest corner of the room, there are two exquisite handmade fabric sofas and a complete set of office desks and chairs. An octagonal quartz clock is hung on the wall, making a rhythmic sound of pointers turning.

Behind the desk was a woman sitting.

He is tall, has a terrible white skin, and even approaches the degree of pathology. The shape of the mouth is completely in line with the aesthetic view of oriental people. He has long black eyebrows drawn with long black hair on the back of his head and is tied into a round bun. The whole face exudes the cold and arrogance of icebergs, indifferent and without any emotion. It is extremely beautiful, but it is a piece of cold and hard ice that is inaccessible but cannot be escaped.

She was wearing a white coat like before. The wide white coat could not cover her curved body at all. The slender and straight pairs of tulips came out from the bottom of the hem of the clothes. The black matte high heels were simple in style, but it showed a smooth back that made people feel dry and smooth, making people unable to help but feel the urge to pounce on them, hold them tightly in their arms, and play with them.

She was still as cold as she used to see everything that came into sight" like a lifeless corpse and sculpture.

Lin Xiang never thought that he would meet Fang Yujie alone in such an occasion.

He finally understood why people like Li Yifeng and Rongguang who have the status of generals can only become guides to lead themselves into the basement?

But "this answer cannot explain all the questions.

Why is she here?

Why did she want to see me?

Is anyone monitoring it?

And the person sitting behind the desk, what exactly is...

...Is it the real Fang Yujie?

These problems are not boring and redundant - the ever-developing science and technology have turned many ideas that once existed only in fantasy into reality. Even heroes like themselves, who have a glorious image in the textbooks of the Red Republican Army, have been copied into hundreds of synthetic life forms. So who can guarantee that the woman sitting in front of them must be his true friend a century ago?

Thinking of this, Lin Xiang unconsciously shook his head, completely extinguished the ji fire that had just risen in his mind, and adjusted his breathing and thinking for a few seconds, completely eliminating those unrealistic and chaotic thoughts. With indifference as usual, he slowly walked to the desk, pulled over an alloy folding chair, and sat down.

Fang Yujie has been sitting calmly, crossing her hands on the table, without any change in posture, looking at him expressionlessly.

, "Tell me! Who are you?"

As the opening remark she said, this sentence is too simple, but it also includes the most direct requirement that it must be explained in the most detailed words.

"That's what I want to know, too."

Lin Xiang was unmoved at all, and he was tit-for-tat

If he couldn't understand the other party's true identity, he could only do this.

Although Fang Yujie, the opposite side, was exactly the same as the people she had met at the leader's residence, and was a parasite with eight-star strength.

"Don't play with such useless tricks in front of me. I don't have time to waste it on you. Say, who are you? What have Qi Yue and you talked about?"

Her expression still maintained an indifferent icy way, but the impatience could be clearly heard in her words.

Lin Xiang stared at her calmly, as if he wanted to see through those bright black eyes and see through the secret hidden deep in his heart.

Stalemate and silence only passed sixteen seconds.
Chapter completed!