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In the palace, the emperor was sitting on a dragon chair, his highness and his ministers were standing in the aisles, and in the middle stood a mutant wearing a Deathclaw fur coat.
In the mutant society, only the Captain of Ten Thousands is qualified to wear clothes sewn from deathclaw skin.
"Our people are fighting bloody battles with the NAC invaders! And your people, those cowards, are all huddled behind the bunkers. Is this what you call glory?" The rude roar made the bricks and tiles of the palace tremble. The emperor, who was sitting on the dragon chair, looked livid. However, facing this rude green-skinned man, he could not utter a single offensive word.
The prosperity of the empire requires mutants as vassals. The overall situation should be taken into consideration, and we should not fall out with the Gru tribe at this time.
The emperor told himself so, hiding his anger behind his black eyes, and spoke softly.
"I will urge the frontline legions to step up their offensive against the NAC."
"No need!" The mutant millionaire waved his hand and glanced at the emperor and the guards in the palace with disdain, "Just let your cowards continue to huddle behind the bunker, and the cowards stay where they should be. In this place, the battlefield belongs to the warriors! For those who offend the Gru tribe, our people will naturally tear them into pieces."
"But," the mutant captain changed the topic, stared into the emperor's eyes, and said word by word, "I want to ask you, what is the recent unfair treatment of mutants in the empire? what's going on!"
injustice
Hold the grass! How else do you want justice? More privileges
The emperor hadn't spoken yet, but the noses of the guards standing next to the pillar were already crooked with anger. He had never seen such a shameless mutant...
"I will order the military police within the empire to track down the murderer," the emperor said.
"The blood of 154 mutants needs the blood of 154 criminals to wash away." A bloodthirsty smile appeared on the face of the mutant captain.
"I know." The emperor said softly.
"I hope you know. Otherwise I will let you know." Those amber pupils were as bloodthirsty as death claws.
He glanced at the emperor in the hall threateningly. The captain turned and walked out of the door, leaving the palace surrounded by mutant soldiers.
After those green-skinned guys walked away, the emperor slammed the table, stood up and cursed.
"These beasts are really bullying people!"
The emperors and senators of the empire were once predators, and the gangsterism in their bodies cannot be hidden by bright clothes.
"Your Majesty, what should we do now?" an elder asked with a wry smile.
Not to mention that all 154 murderers have been found so far. Even the Imperial Military Police came and failed to find even one murderer. These people obviously committed crimes with premeditation, otherwise they would not have committed 154 consecutive crimes in three days.
It's a conspiracy against the Empire's friendship with mutants, and anyone can easily see that.
Except for those simple-minded mutants.
The emperor has never been so troubled by the intelligence of these beasts.
They can be deceived by simple plots to attack nac, or of course they can be deceived by nac into standing on the opposite side of the empire.
An atmosphere of silence lingered in the palace. At this moment, someone from His Highness broke the silence.
"Your Majesty, I have a plan."
An elder came forward, raised his hands and said.
All the elders looked at him in surprise. There is no other reason. This senator is regarded as the least popular in the Senate, and his seat at the banquet of monarchs and ministers is also at the bottom.
Logically speaking. On weekdays, he has no role to speak during discussions. But at this moment, no one had any good ideas, so they remained silent.
The emperor lowered his eyebrows and thought for a moment, then remembered the name of this congressman. He spoke slowly.
"Chen Ling loves Qing, but it doesn't matter."
Chen Ling took two steps forward, smiled sadly, and suggested to the emperor: "The mutant just feels that his rights and interests have been damaged. We can give him a little comfort as usual."
"But what else can we give them?" the emperor asked impatiently.
"It's just 154 heads. Since they want the murderer, give it to them." There was a hint of ruthlessness in his words, and Chen Ling looked at His Majesty the Emperor with bright eyes and said.
The emperor frowned slightly, not understanding what Chen Ling meant.
But then an idea flashed in his mind. He immediately understood the meaning of his words.
Anyway, with the IQ of mutants, they can't tell who is the murderer.
If that's the case, then just kill a few people. Wouldn't it be enough to appease them with human heads
"Where can we find these 154 people?" The emperor tapped his finger on the armrest of the dragon chair, seeming to be talking to himself.
With that sinister smile. The senator walked up to the emperor, leaned over and whispered in his ear.
"More than 10,000 slaves are working in the Donggang Plantation. The loss of more than 150 slaves is nothing at all..."
…
"How long will this war last?" Sun Xiaorou sat on the edge of the wall and swayed her legs. She raised her telescope and looked at the invisible horizon and said boredly.
In the distance, the setting sun has already set.
The NAC poured 1,000 high-explosive bombs on the mutants' positions, suppressing them in the city. According to the casualty assessment reported back by Aurora-20 reconnaissance, the 5,000-man mutant regiment has been damaged by 30%, and all armored units were destroyed by air strikes.
However, NAC still did not give them the final blow, but allowed them to maintain the illusion that both sides were evenly matched.
Before the signal of the collapse of the empire comes, NAC needs them to continue to maintain their arrogant pride.
Standing next to Sun Xiaorou, Jiang Chen looked at her profile for a while.
Sometimes, he felt that she really looked like her sister.
Jiang Chen withdrew his gaze and cast his gaze into the distance.
"Then it depends on how well our Stalker Corps handles things."
While he was talking, Han Junhua climbed onto the wall and walked behind him.
“Ten thousand slaves at Donggang Plantation have revolted.”
Hearing this long-awaited news, Jiang Chen's lips curved into a smile of victory.
Under the deliberate instigation of the Stalker Corps, the conflict between the empire's citizens and the top officials was finally pushed to its peak. And the bad idea of using slaves to fill the bank balance was proposed by the elders bribed by Zhao Dongbao. And when this news was made public among the slaves, even the most numb people could not restrain the anger rising in their hearts.
At this time, all they need is someone to stand up and set an example, someone to stand up and give them a few guns, and they will naturally make the natural choice of uprising.
There is no need for NAC to send out a single soldier.
"Very good. In that case, it's time for us to start taking action."
"yes."
Han Junhua nodded, turned around and walked down the wall.
Sun Xiaorou purred, stood up from the edge of the wall, patted the dust on her hands, turned around and looked at Jiang Chen.
"Is the fight finally about to begin?"
Smiling, Jiang Chen raised his head and looked at the steel airship.
"Well, it's time to show our true strength."
Under the afterglow of the setting sun, the hammer named Order became somewhat solemn for the first time.
Just like the conductor's baton of the band, it played the prelude to the end of this empire...
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