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Volume 1 Chapter 252 Promise

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    Chapter 252 Promise

    "I like to deal with smart people. Although your surname is Luton, I am not pedantic enough to refuse to accept my opponent. If you want, you can still continue to serve as the leader of Bloodstone City. It doesn't really matter what your surname is, of course.  You must also take off the one-horned lion brooch from your collar. As compensation, I will give you a new two-headed eagle."

    Lin Xiang always had a smile on his face and his voice was always as gentle as water.

    Chebman¡¯s body was trembling slightly, and his lips that were parted slightly moved slightly, but he couldn¡¯t say a word.  He suddenly felt that he was at least thirty years older. Both his body and mind felt numb, and his mental state was so tired that he might collapse completely at any time.

    The opponent is really too strong.  Putting aside the huge army outside the city, there was nothing he could do to deal with the three parasitic warriors surrounding Lin Xiang in front of him.  Ordinary soldiers would only die if they faced them.

    Lin Xiang stood quietly, waiting for the results of Chebman's thinking.  He is very patient.

    Chibman's face gradually turned pale. He broke the suffocating calm between the two and said in a hoarse voice as dry as if he was missing water: "If you can guarantee that all surrendering soldiers and all citizens in the city will  If my life is safe, thenI am willing to surrender."

    Lin Xiang smiled and nodded: "You are a very rational commander. I have always believed that members of the Luton family are liars, scoundrels, perverts and severely mentally ill patients, with the exception of Bergson.  Now, after 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 of Lin Xiang's body and stared at the other party's clear and watery eyes.  His black eyes stared at him for nearly three minutes before he turned his head to the sky and let out a long sigh.

    "I hope you can keep your promise."

    ¡°Keeping one¡¯s word 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."

    There was a sad smile on Chebman¡¯s angular face.  He waved to a senior officer standing behind the sand barrier and said without looking back: "Order all troops to disarm, leave their bunkers and fortifications, and line up on the spot, waiting to receive the landing."

    "Your Excellency, this"

    Although he had clearly heard the previous conversation between the two, the officer could not help but want to argue.

    "Execute the order! There is no point in saying this now-"

    Chebman interrupted the officer in a low tone, reached out and unhooked the holster on his waist, and took out a silver Browning imitation pistol.

    Seeing this, Wang Mansion and others who were waiting next to Lin Xiang quickly stepped forward and formed a narrow triangle with Chebman as the core.

    Chebman didn't care about this kind of confinement.  He forcefully opened Browning's gun, raised the gun high, pointed it at his right temple, and gave Lin Xiang a deep look: "I hope you can remember your promise."

    Lin Xiang looked at him calmly, the smile on his face disappeared, his eyebrows furrowed slightly, coughed a few times, and said: "You seem to have misunderstood my intention. I have no intention of killing you at all."  Thoughts. In Bloodstone City, you are still the city lord, but"

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

    Chibman interrupted again. He placed the muzzle of the gun firmly in the depression of his right skull, looked up at the gray sky, and said with a sad smile: "Bloodstone City is the property of the Luton family. Since I can't keep it, I will  You must bear the blame.¡±

    ¡°There are many ways to bear the responsibility for your guilt, you don¡¯t need to choose death¡ª¡±

    There was no sarcasm in Lin Xiang's words, and his tone was full of sincerity.

    "I'm sorry, I have to live up to my conscience and live with shame and failureI 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 fatal power. His body was collided with huge kinetic energy, as if a stiff piece of wood suddenly tilted to the left.  , fell heavily to the ground.

    The scene was filled with dead silence. The officer waiting beside him had his knees weak, and he knelt down weakly next to the body and sobbed softly.  The soldiers behind the sand barrier also slowly walked out, lined up beside Chebman's body, and stood silently.

    "Old foolhe didn't have to die."

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

    ¡°No, he¡¯s not stupid at all¡ª¡±

    ??Lin Xiang suddenly turned his head and roared with excitement and rudeness: "This is the most noble trait. It is precisely because of the existence of this kind of thing that wecan be different from other creatures on the earth, and we are qualified to be called  For humanity¡ª"

    ¡­¡­

    In less than two hours, all the troops belonging to Sosbia in Bloodstone City had been disarmed and escorted to the temporarily designated prisoner of war camp.  Imprisoned together with them, there were also two thousand citizens with official status who were gathered from all corners of the city.

    As for the number of slaves, which amounted to more than 100,000, they were detained in various camps and warded separately according to the original overall establishment.  The change of power in the city once made them ecstatic, thinking that they could finally escape their suffering and regain their freedom.  However, the Hidden Moon City Guards, who were more powerful than the Sosbia army, and the black muzzles pointing at themselves, full of alertness and coldness, also made the hot-headed slaves gradually understand the situation and huddled in silence.  In his own narrow space inside the camp, he is waiting for orders from the person who can decide his own destiny.

    The city lord's official residence has been cleaned up. Lin Xiang and Wang Mansion strolled into the living room on the second floor on a thick red fine velvet carpet.  Four scantily clad maids, about fifteen years old and with curvy bodies, followed her into the room.  Due to radiation, their skin is slightly darkened and rough, but overall it is healthy and vibrant.  Their bodies were shivering and trembling, and the expressions on their faces were extremely frightened, but they tried their best to maintain the necessary etiquette.

    They are all the private property of the previous city lord. Whether they die or continue to become special pets depends entirely on the will of the new owner.

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

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

    "City Lord?"

    Wang Mansion 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 monitor, I never"

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

    Wang Mansion's eyes had a strange brilliance, which quickly disappeared. He lowered his head and thought silently. Lin Xiang leaned sideways beside the desk, patiently waiting for his answer.

    "Imight mess things up."

    Nearly five minutes later, Wang Mansion finally said a reply that didn't look like a promise or a rejection.

    "Hidden Moon City cannot exist independently. It requires various types of material circulation to be maintained. In fact, this is very similar to city-states in ancient history, but this situation cannot last forever. To get more  resources must be expanded. New cities and new settlements require new rulers and governors. The concept of the country has ceased to exist along with the old times. It is impossible for people who cannot solve even the most basic needs of food and clothing.  Let¡¯s not think about so-called nationalism issues. But no matter what, the land under our feet ultimately belongs to the China of the old era. Whether it¡¯s Sothbia or Ferdinand, whether it¡¯s the United Doctors¡¯ Association or the Skeleton Knights, they are all foreign.  The one who rules this land can only, must be ourselves¡ª"

    Lin Xiang took out a pack of "Marlboro" cigarettes from his pocket, tore open the seal and took out one and handed it to Wang Mansion. Looking at his face covered in yellow skin with typical Asian features, he said seriously:  "We all have the blood of the same race flowing through our bodies."

    The lit cigarette butt slowly releases dense white disgust in the flickering light.  Wang Mansion was silent for a moment and nodded slowly.

    ¡­¡­

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

    Along the main street that runs through the city, the buildings on both sides of the road are dark red.  Most of the decorative layers covering the building's surface have fallen off, and the corners and walls are mottled by acid rain. Rusted steel bars have been exposed in many places.  But as far as sturdiness goes, they're still liveable.  At least for the next hundred years, if it is not damaged by natural disasters such as earthquakes, it may remain ugly on the outside but solid and strong on the inside.

    Viewed from above, the entire city is actually a huge basin.  Along the edge of the sloping slope, small buildings with a maximum height of no more than four floors are densely packed.The streets are arranged in rows, and the criss-crossing streets divide them into relatively independent residential areas.  Just at the bottom of the basin, which is surrounded by all the buildings in an irregular circle, it has been transformed into a square covering an area of ??more than tens of thousands of square meters in the old days.  The broken flower beds and street stones can vaguely reveal the planning of a hundred years ago. In the green belt covered with thick dust, black, rotten and hard tree stumps protrude.  On the flat concrete floor, there were shockingly large cracks. Weeds with tenacious vitality sprouted from the middle and swayed left and right with the airflow in the cool breeze.

    Gunmen were posted at commanding heights around the square, and hundreds of heavily armed soldiers stood at the top of the steps outside the square, monitoring the prisoners of war and citizens being escorted into the square from the east and southeast.  On the cement platform just outside the crowd, more than 50 temporary bunkers have been piled with sandbags.  The heavy machine gun mounted on the surface of the sand barrier was pointed at the panicked surrenderers surrounded in the center of the field.

    In addition to the disarmed Sosbian soldiers, men and women wearing chef and servant uniforms can also be seen in the crowd.  Among the citizens who gathered around each other, there were children holding the hands of their parents with frightened faces.  Several pale-faced women even held babies in their arms. They turned sideways and tried to avoid the sight of the Hidden Moon City soldiers. They looked at the guards who were accompanying them with uneasy and hopeful eyes, trembling.  Next, Lin Xiang slowly walked down the steps from the upper level of the square.

    A high-ranking officer squeezed his way out of the group of prisoners of war and walked quickly in the direction of Lin Xiang.  This sudden move caused the soldiers standing nearby to focus their attention and guns. Two Parasite guards waiting on Lin Xiang's side immediately came forward and grabbed the officer's arms respectively.  It was like a heavy tank crushing him, knocking him to the ground on his back.

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

    Even though he was held down by two powerful forces and unable to move, the officer still roared like a wild beast.  He was breathing heavily from his dilated nostrils, and his red eyes were staring at Lin Xiang, who was standing more than ten meters away.

    Lin Xiang slowly walked to the officer and squatted down. Lin Xiang looked back and forth at the officer's face, which was full of fear and anger, with a flat and indifferent gaze.  Two minutes later, he stood up from the ground, put his hands behind his back, and said in a compassionate and calm tone: "Chibman is a person with excellent qualities. I will never do anything that violates my promise."

    "Then why did you bring us here?"

    The officer swallowed hard, and Lin Xiang's words were like a basin of cold water, dousing most of the rage rising deep in his heart.  He tried hard to calm down his overly excited emotions and asked in as calm a tone as possible: "I'm sorry I thought you wanted to solve all of us here."

    "Chibman and I are both city lords, and breaking one's word is the most filthy and despicable quality of a beast. I promised to save your lives, and I will never go back on it¡ª"

    Lin Xiang always had a smile on his face. He glanced calmly at the officer who was pinned to the ground and said, "However, there is one thing you must understand - everyone here, including you, was defeated and surrendered.  captive."

    The officer's face immediately changed color, and his lips trembled slightly. Although he did not clearly reveal his hidden intentions, these words alone were enough to express Lin Xiang's attitude.

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

    An elusive smile appeared on Lin Xiang's face, and he said calmly: "I know you are hungry. From yesterday until now, you have not received any food or water. Don't worry, the inventory of warehouse supplies has been completed, and the bread is very  It will arrive soon. Today, each of you can get double the quota. As for tomorrowhow much food you can get depends on your own attitude."

    The officer's face was pale. He suppressed the fear and anger in his heart and asked, "What do you need us to do?"

    "The mine will resume operation tomorrow morning. Based on the actual reserves and excavation progress of the mine, the hundreds of thousands of slaves can only use about 80% of their production capacity at most. You will mine together with them."

    As he spoke, Lin Xiang¡¯s eyes gradually turned cold, but he still maintained an unchanged smile: ¡°No matter men, women, old or weak, we will all be treated equally¡ª¡±

    "So where is the child?" The officer felt that all the strength in his body was drained out of his body in an instant, and he asked pleadingly.

    "Children are human beings too. If you want to get bread, you have to go down into the mine -"

    Lin Xiang¡¯s voice was calm and calm.

    "No, you can¡¯t do that¡ªno matter what the outcome of the war is, you can¡¯t involve women and children.  They, they are innocent¡ª"

    Suddenly, the officer burst into a violent and savage roar. His face was completely distorted, and he was cursing and roaring at Lin Xiang's madness.

    "You're right-"

    Lin Xiang looked at the struggling officers indifferently, put away the smile on his face, and said coldly: "But don't forget, you are all affiliated with the Luton family. Even children may have blood flowing from their bodies.  Luton¡¯s blood.¡±

    The muscles on the officer's face twitched. He weakly twisted his arm that was tightly held by the Parasite guard, and said in a pleading and hopeful tone: "Wewe can swear an oath of loyalty forever."

    Lin Xiang smiled faintly, squatted down again, patted the officer's shoulder gently, and said with a ferocious smile: "I believe your oath is absolutely true. But how long can this situation last? A month? A week? Or  , just a temporary measure to avoid slavery? I am not a god, and it is impossible to see through people's hearts. I can only use time as a test criterion. If I survive at least five years in the mine, I will decide based on the regulatory report whether  You regain your citizenship. But before that, you do not have and cannot have a second choice. As for the childif you die, you will die. If you keep your life, you can still be born again¡ª"

    The officer lowered his head sadly. He had no basis for argument.

    The Bloodstone City mine has been dug to a terrifying depth. Gas explosions, water accumulation, landslides various dangerous accidents may occur at any time.  The mortality rate among slave miners was as high as 30%.

    Lin Xiang did not break the promise he made to Chebman.  But he completely cut off the prisoners of war's hope of survival.
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