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- Chapter 336 Hidden Danger
(Everyone is scolding passers-by for not saving little Yueyue. But why doesn¡¯t anyone talk about her parents? What are you doing by leaving a child of how old alone on the roadside? Making a living? Playing mahjong. ?Business? When your child has an accident, you cry and cry to the media to gain sympathy. How much of your parental responsibility have you really fulfilled?)
An imperial man with a lieutenant colonel badge on his shoulder sat opposite. He was also silent, staring at him coldly with undisguised sarcasm.
The frontal opponent of the "Ultramarines" legion is the Imperial Western Group. It has jurisdiction over the 1st, 2nd, 4th and 5th Corps, as well as two additional heavy tank regiments and an independent communications battalion. The total number of soldiers is approximately 46,000, with a full manpower rate of 98.6% and a 100% equipment rate. With the current fullness rate of the "Ultramarines" legion being less than 10,000, the numerical comparison is completely at a disadvantage.
The outcome of a war is not entirely determined by numbers. Taking into account various factors such as the quality of the soldiers, weapons and equipment, logistics supplies, the situation they are in, and the support they can obtain, the Soaring Dragon Territory already has a comprehensive advantage. If it were not for the excessive casualties and the inability to completely annihilate the opponent, causing the broken troops to disperse into the Soaring Dragon Territory for sabotage and harassment, Wang Biao would have ordered the entire army to attack. The eastern armed group of the empire stationed opposite saw this clearly and dared to disobey Aphra's final surrender order and engage in a confrontation without a logistical basis.
Wang Biao didn¡¯t like the imperial lieutenant colonel named Mistrov sitting opposite him at all. This guy is thin and tall, with White Russian ancestry, but he has not inherited the unique toughness and strength of the ancient Russians. The skin is very white, the surface is very smooth, there is no dense sweat that is unique to men, and the texture is more delicate than that of women. Raising hands and feet always gives people a pretentious gentleness and caution, especially the frequent lifting of fingers to pretend to be noble, which always makes Wang Biao feel disgusted for no reason. If it weren't for the two thin and curved beards on his lips, which gave him some of the identity marks that a man should have, Wang Biao would have unscrewed this sissy's head and swallowed alive the hot and sticky white liquid inside.
There are two dark green military enamel tea jars on the table, filled with clear white wine. Wang Biao liked this kind of alcoholic drink with a high content of 64 degrees very much. The burning sensation flowing into his stomach like a line of fire could easily arouse strong murderous intent and anger.
"What needs to be said has been said. I don't like to argue, 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 Red/11 does not seem to have the expected effect on Mistrov. He crossed his legs and took out an exquisite silver cigarette case from his coat pocket with a leisurely expression. The elegance in it was reflected on his slender fingertips. At the same time, he glanced at the white wine in the military tea jar with a rather dissatisfied look, shook his head and muttered: "I don't like vodka. This stuff is too strong and not suitable for my stomach. If there is good red wine, I won't Wouldn¡¯t mind having a drink.¡±
In Russia in the old days, all liquor was called ¡°vodka¡±.
"This is the fourth conversation between us. It is also the last time."
Staring at his eyes, which were red from the stimulation of alcohol, Wang Biao blew out a strong breath of alcohol with a strong smell. This rude behavior made Mistrov immediately turn his head, frown in disgust, look at him angrily, and utter a lukewarm sneer.
"If your army does not agree to all the conditions proposed by us, we will definitely have a fifth meeting."
"We must surrender unconditionally. There is no room for negotiation on this point." Wang Biao has always spoken in a tough tone.
"This is impossible¡ª¡ª"
Mistrov continued with a faint mocking tone: "We have more than 50,000 soldiers, and we have an absolute advantage in terms of numbers. You have no chance of winning in a head-on battle. If it weren't for His Majesty's death, we wouldn't have been able to win at all." I won¡¯t waste my time staying here.¡±
Deliberately exaggerating one¡¯s own strength is the most common tactic used in negotiations.
Wang Biao drooped his eyelids and looked at him coldly with narrowed eyes.
This kind of intimidation that only stays on the surface will have no effect at all. As the supreme commander of the "Ultimate Warriors" legion, Wang Biao knows the strength of each other very well. After the armistice negotiations began, in order to show sufficient sincerity, he followed Lin Xiang's order and provided two weeks of food supplies to the opposing Imperial Army. However, this kind act obviously did not have the desired effect-the imperial side regarded it as a kind of cowardice, a compromise that was unable to resist and had to seek peace. This is what Mistrov really relies on when he dares to say something rude.
To be honest, Wang Biao would rather let go and have a good fight than stay in the tent for a few seconds.?It is much more refreshing to argue over and over again about the so-called conditions.
He could understand Lin Xiang's concerns - the insufficient attack power could easily lead to the Imperial Regiment being routed rather than completely annihilated. It is extremely difficult to eliminate the fleeing imperial soldiers, and the imperial family members far away in the imperial capital and other cities will also become potential hidden dangers among the people. Once negotiations break down and a full-scale war breaks out, these people will immediately change their identities and turn from the original docile people into the craziest rioters. The reason is exactly the same as the citizen hierarchy system being implemented in the Soaring Dragon Territory. Compared with slaves, military dependents were a higher-status part of society. They enjoy far more benefits and benefits than slaves.
Taking Longteng collar as an example: the average daily food quantity for "e" level citizens (adults) is 600 grams of bread, 50 grams of pickled or canned meat, 100 grams of vegetables, 300 grams of potatoes or sweet potatoes, and 2 grams of salt. Ten grams, thirty grams each of fat and sugar.
"F" level citizens can receive one kilogram of rations per day. However, in their ration list, there is no meat and sugar, but vegetables and crude fats and oils are directly substituted.
If the citizen level continues to rise and reaches the "D" standard, then among the rations received, there will be a small amount of cigarettes, cattle, alcoholic beverages, and even eggs and butter, which are regarded as treasures by all wasteland residents.
It is difficult for humans living in the old times to understand this social system that only relies on a few living materials as a distinction of status. Under the light of brilliant civilization, the earth in the twenty-first century lacks almost nothing. Few people really realize what 1 cost of food means. Steamed buns and rice soaked in swill buckets are everywhere, so much that even pigs feel full after eating them. Beautiful girls sit in high-end restaurants to eat, not to fill their stomachs, but to show off their elegant movements and beauty. As for the food on the plate, either half-eaten and exquisite dishes are left, or a full meal is claimed after just picking up a few chopsticks, and one must rely on fasting to achieve the effect of weight loss.
At this time, if you traveled back through time and space, holding a piece of moldy black bread or a few roasted cockroaches, you would look at a man wearing Chinese clothes, carrying a "1v" limited edition leather bag on his shoulders, and whose arms, legs and feet were so thin that even the wind could blow them. Then, the girl who is both skinny and sexy said: "Sleep with me for one night, these things are all yours" What will happen is that you will be treated as a lunatic and beaten up in the street. , and then sent to a mental hospital.
In the wasteland, in the wilderness with almost no food sources, these things are enough to make every refugee woman take off her clothes, lie under her legs, and use the most gentle attitude to treat your vagina like honey.
??Pain or happiness are all contrasted.
Girls in the old days could never experience the desperate hunger in the wasteland, but they always believed that those who had more paper money than themselves would be happy.
The desire of "F" level citizens in Longteng for sweets and eggs prompts them to face work with more energy and accumulate achievements in exchange for the opportunity to be recognized by the management committee, advance to the next level, and receive 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 considered themselves to be nobles and formed an interest group with the emperor as the core. Once these auras attached to the surface are peeled off layer by layer, and the identity and status instantly fall to a level lower than that of a slave, anger and dissatisfaction will be stimulated and released at the same time, and then evolve into madness and violence that sweeps everything.
According to the latest statistics from the Management Committee, there are more than 700,000 imperial subordinates scattered within the territory. Among them, only in the Black Prison City, the imperial capital, the number of military subordinates was even more dominant, reaching 400,000.
Lin Xiang doesn¡¯t want anything to happen at this time. Digesting an empire takes time, and giving slaves civilian status is a complex and tedious task. Regardless of the major legions confronting each other outside, or the military subordinates existing inside, they are all threatening forces that must be faced squarely. Peaceful transition through co-optation is currently the most effective and most effective method
The first snow of the year has fallen.
The scale of the snowfall was very small. As soon as the fluttering snowflakes fell to the ground, they melted into crystal water droplets and were quickly absorbed by the dry mud. Dense white spots flew down from the sky, covering the originally not very bright sky into darkness.
The climate in Black Prison City is slightly warmer than that in Soaring Dragon Territory. Snow can now be seen in some parts of the vast and desolate north, but the wilderness here can still occasionally show a touch of green. Of course, this situation will not last long. Under the coming severe cold, all creatures living on the surface of the earth must follow irreversible natural rules.
Although the time showed that it was not yet two o'clock in the afternoon, the sky was already dark??Almost completely black. Radiation clouds blown in from all directions by strong winds completely blocked every gap through which the sun's rays could reach the ground. The snow has stopped, and the violent airflow whistling from above the head is irritating the eardrums. There were almost no pedestrians on the road. Occasionally, a few figures appeared at the corners of the streets. They wrapped their clothes tightly and crossed the streets as fast as possible, running desperately to escape the cold wind that was piercing their bodies like knives.
In front of the tall and majestic palace, two shadows appeared close to each other. They were wearing the black cloth blouses that were most common among wasteland residents and were also the simplest in style. The hood turned up from the back of the neck covered the entire head, and the long hem of the clothes reached past the knees. They walked silently on the empty streets with the wind at their backs. Under the cover of black sleeves, the two people held hands tightly.
Men can never figure out a woman¡¯s thoughts.
Maybe it was too boring to stay in the palace for a long time, so Ying Jia suggested going out for shopping. Although the streets were filled with wind and sand, and there were few shops open in the city under total military control, Lin Xiang still affirmed Ying Jia's suggestion without hesitation.
He has an almost doting indulgence towards the woman he loves.
Walking aimlessly on the street, there are no pedestrians or onlookers. Tens of meters away behind him, four or five vague figures followed. They dispersed into a fan-shaped semi-circle, with Lin Xiang and Ying Jia at the front as the core, and moved forward silently.
No one in the entire Black Prison Empire has the power of a parasitic warrior up to nine stars or above. There is no need to worry about Lin Xiang's safety, but as a cover and camouflage, a small number of elite guards must still exist.
Holding hands, feeling the warmth from the skin surfaces. Between the smooth friction, there is a kind of affection that is more intimate than words.
In front of a small house on the side of the main street in the eastern business district of the city, two people stopped. The window in front of the house revealed a hazy yellow light, and there was a lot of bustle inside. A rough and simple round wooden board hung on the surface of the ajar door with a gap exposed. There is a coffee cup painted in white paint, and next to it are a few crooked Chinese characters: "Opening".
The moment the door was opened, everyone in the cafe gathered their eyes. They kept exactly the same movements and expressions as a few seconds ago. The air was filled with the strong smell of tobacco and alcohol. A pair of cloudy or reddish eyes looked at the two people who had just walked into the room indifferently through the smoke. No guest.
I randomly picked up an empty table near the window and sat down. A thin waiter wearing a white cloth cap walked slowly behind the counter. He held a cigarette in his mouth. He threw two menus with greasy stains on the table and asked expressionlessly: "Would you like some?" What?"
Lin Xiang sat in a chair and remained silent - it was Ying Jia's idea to go shopping, and she also had the final say on what he needed.
There is a fire burning in the fireplace on the side wall, and the jumping flames release a pleasant warmth. Lifting the hood and taking off the thick cotton black robe, Ying Jia's curvy figure and special temperament full of feminine charm, gentleness and beauty immediately attracted the attention of all the men in the cafe like a magnet. Like a burst of bright sunshine, it quickly melted the ice cubes frozen on people's faces and brought about a "buzzing" whisper similar to the flying bees and flies.
¡°Two cappuccinos.¡±
Eyes covered with long black eyelashes glanced over the menu quickly, and Ying Jia's voice felt indescribably comfortable in her ears: "Add an extra serving of cow and sugar. Thank you!"
The thin waiter opened his eyes and took a hard look at the face that was as delicate as fine porcelain. His throat moved up and down, and the sound of swallowing saliva could be clearly heard. He didn't do anything outrageous, but put away the menu as quickly as possible, turned around and walked towards the counter behind the crowd.
The Black Prison City has been fully controlled. The military uniform, which is based on the Skeleton Knights' standard combat uniform and adds the territorial black dragon logo, has become a symbol of the new ruling class in the imperial capital. The corpses of thousands of officials still hang on both sides of the street, a sign of death, iron blood, cruelty and cold dictatorship. . . . . . The residents of Black Prison City can clearly judge what kind of men can be talked to, what kind of women can be teased, and what kind of people cannot be messed with.
Therefore, even though Ying Jia's beauty has exceeded the limit that normal people can understand, no one dares to step forward and make any extraordinary move - the combat uniform that sticks to her body like skin explains what a perfect body is. , greedy eyes noticed the slender legs and towering breasts, and at the same time, he also saw the two pistols of astonishing caliber slung on the side of her body, as well as the level 5 pressure released from her body that was so strong that it was almost suffocating. Parasite breath.
??Beautiful women are extremely rare in the wasteland world.
You can¡¯t touch or move, so just look at it with your eyes and fantasize about it.
The atmosphere in the cafe became lively again. Mixed with the smell of sweat, cigarette smoke, alcohol, and body odor from an unknown source, it wafts back and forth between people's mouths and noses. Breathing out and breathing in, a loud fart sound escaped from the door, and was immediately covered up by chewing and swallowing and the clash of teeth. People's eyes will always fall on Ying Jia intentionally or unintentionally. Only those eyes that are far away and blocked by layers of people dare to look directly from the corner unscrupulously. They are shocked by the beauty that cannot be explained in words. He also fell into a state of loss and depression that was difficult to extricate himself from.
Lin Xiang lifted his hood and let out a long sigh.
He loves Ying Jia, but he is not so narrow-minded that he would get angry and kill her if someone looks at her.
Just going shopping, there is no need to make everything full of death and blood.
In fact, he was thinking about another question.
"Cappuccino If I remember correctly, there is no record of butter and cattle on the list of supplies that the empire can independently produce. The coffee and sugar aided by the Skeleton Knights are only supplied to the army as special supplies. Where did they come from?"
While muttering to himself, the waiter had already walked up to him with a tray and placed two gray porcelain teacups filled with coffee on the dining table. There was white sugar in a fist-sized beaker-shaped glass jar, and in a saucer not much bigger than a coin, there was a shallow layer of yellowish jaggery.
The coffee tastes very weak and has no aroma. The concentration of the mixture has obviously been greatly reduced, and all that can be felt on the tongue is water with a faint sweetness.
Lin Xiang picked up the jar and poured some into the coffee cup to taste. The taste is also bland, with a very strange salty smell.
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