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    Lin Xiang's words seemed to be explaining himself, but also like a philosopher revealing some profound truth.

    Liu Yuchen shook his head and sighed softly: "There are too many dead people. In less than two days, more than 30,000 military relatives have been killed in the city. At least the same number of people were maimed in the battle.  , even those innocent children were not spared. I can understand your approach. But they are still human beings after all."

    "If I don't do this, if I side with the military families, more people will die."

    Looking at the crowds of people at his feet, which were as dense as a swarm of ants, Lin Xiang's face showed a hint of helplessness and sadness.

    "I can understand."

    Liu Yuchen nodded with a gloomy look and sighed unwillingly: "But Is there really no better way? Is it really impossible to take care of both?"

    Lin Xiang's eyes looking out the window gradually turned cold. He frowned imperceptibly and murmured: "I said There is no comparison between ten million and one million."

    "Only death can be the end of everything? Can't we adopt a gentler and less extreme integration method?"

    Liu Yuchen¡¯s eyes were full of confusion.  From the old times to the schism within the United Doctors Association, he has seen countless cruel killings and deaths.  He could understand the war caused by interests, but he could not accept the thousands of corpses piled up as a result.  This is not natural compassion or kindness, but just inertial thinking caused by professional habits.

    He is a doctor after all.

    Lin Xiang fell into silence.  After a long time, he finally shook his head slowly and said in a low voice: "No. If they don't die, the ones who will be killedwill only be us."

    "The world is desolate, but classes have emerged. Since ancient primitive societies, humans have easily had irreconcilable disputes over the amount of material they occupy. If you want to gain the support of the vast majority of people, you must give them enough  resources, so that they can truly experience the satisfaction of having everything they dream of. This world has never lacked violence, and death and bloodshed can be seen everywhere. I am not a saint, and there is no reason to let go of opponents who have been hostile to us.  . Let the slaves come forward, burn them all, kill them all, rob them all, and let them pay for the sins they have committed. If you want to build a new world, you must carry out the most severe trial on them."

    The last two words are extremely cold, full of violence and anger.

    Liu Yuchen clasped the intertwined fingers tightly, revealing hesitation and understanding at the same time in the depths of his eyes.  He raised his head, looked at Lin Xiang's figure with his back turned to him, and asked in an indescribable rhyme voice: "Besides what I just saidis there any more sufficient reason? What I mean is  Yes, can you let those old people and children go?"

    Slowly turning around, Lin Xiang looked back at him calmly, the light shining deep in his pupils was full of goodwill.  Among them, decisiveness and unquestionable firmness can also be faintly distinguished.

    "According to the regional standards of the old times, the land we stand on is called Asia. If we add national boundaries in front of the continent, then from the northernmost city of Ultra to here, it all belongs to the People's Republic of China. This land  The human beings who were conceived have always had yellow skin and black eyes. Those Imperial soldiers who were captured are either black or white, they do not belong here. Apart from death I can't think of any better way to deal with it."

    "It's not their fault"

    Liu Yuchen's voice was a little hoarse: "The Skeleton Knights created the first batch of human replicas in the wasteland. They didn't come here on their own initiative, and they didn't even know anything about their past."

    Silently looking at his friend standing opposite, Lin Xiang's black gem-like eyes flashed with crystal light.

    He can understand Liu Yuchen¡¯s heart.

    Not everyone in this world is a cruel and murderous beast, there are also kind and warm human beings like the young doctor.  They want to become indifferent to adapt to the cruel wasteland, and at the same time they are struggling and suffering between conscience and reality.  It is precisely because of the existence of these people that the world seems less dark.

    However, Lin Xiang knows very well that there are some things that can only be released for special groups that he recognizes.  If the thick radiation clouds in the sky do not dissipate for a day, there will definitely be some people who will never be illuminated by the sun's rays.

    "The emperor said: The sins committed by the father must be redeemed by the sons and even the descendants. Why should I be more merciful than the emperor? Or as I said, they are not our people."

    Turning around, Lin Xiang¡¯s face was filled with tranquility and indifference, looking at the golden crack slowly emerging from the gloomy sky on the horizon.  Like a statueA majestic statue made of iron

    The entrance to the dark green military tent was open, and through the slanting light, one could clearly see a large wooden table placed in the center of the tent.  More than a dozen officers wearing imperial combat uniforms sat around. The first strong and rough log chair in the middle was Wang Biao, who was tall and burly, and existed like a legendary giant.

    Lieutenant Colonel Mistrov raised his head, put his hands behind his back, and stood slightly behind the right side of the wooden table as straight as a flagpole.  Except for him, all the attendees today hold the rank of brigadier general.  Naturally, it was impossible to give him a comfortable enough seat as usual.

    The stalemate between the Imperial Army and the Soaring Dragon Territory continues.  Perhaps tired of this meaningless confrontation, Wang Biao finally agreed to most of Mistrov's demands and promised to provide the other party with sufficient material and military assistance while maintaining the integrity of the empire's legions.  It has independent rights of action within designated areas.  At the same time, they existed as mercenaries and became a vassal armed group of the Soaring Dragon Territory.

    ?Mistrov is a very shrewd negotiator.  He could see that Wang Biao, the legion chief known for his bravery, was not willing to accept the terms he proposed.  His attitude was very reluctant. If it were not for external pressure, it would never have been possible to achieve the results he has today.  As for the source of stress.  .  .  .  .  .  It should be the mysterious Lord Longteng.  As for why he was willing to give up enough benefits to the imperial military.  .  .  .  .  .  It was probably caused by other forces in the surrounding areas coveting it, or internal turmoil.

    In addition to the imperial capital, communications between the empire¡¯s legions and other cities in the country remain open.  The Dragon Soaring troops stationed in the city did not imprison or armed control the military personnel.  This situation slightly calmed down the turbulent emotions of the major legions.  At this moment, the news that Wang Biao was willing to accept the terms also made the imperial military leaders see the change in the attitude of the Soaring Dragon Leader towards him.  Naturally, when Mistrov brought back the negotiation records and claimed that the Soaring Dragon Territory needed to have higher-level contacts and conduct in-depth discussions on relevant important issues, the Imperial Army also agreed to send the commanders of the Third and Fifth Legions,  and a negotiating delegation including twelve other deputy chief officials.

    This is a dispute of interest.  The aspects involved are not just the Soaring Dragon Territory and the Imperial Army at a simple level.  The specific amount between the total amount of resources and the allocated shares of each legion needs to be discussed, and no one will miss the opportunity to get a piece of the cake.

    Wang Biao¡¯s face was always filled with a smile from the heart, happy and hearty.

    However, this kind of strong muscle movement under the traction of nerves completely distorted the scar that ran through the entire face, making it look more and more ugly. It did not feel the kindness and gentleness it should have, and it was more like a head drooling after seeing delicious meat.  A hungry dragon swallowing saliva.

    From the moment he walked into the tent until now, Mistrov has always had a very strong sense of crisis.

    He had never seen such a strange expression on Wang Biao's face.  It makes people tremble and fear, but they don¡¯t know where the specific threat comes from?

    Feel.  .  .  .  .  .  It seems that he is walking into a carefully planned trap step by step.

    Mistrov has always believed in his judgment that the emperor is dead and the Soaring Dragon wants to annex the empire.  It all comes naturally.  However, the young lord must first solve a series of problems caused by the imperial military group.  This is not tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of people, but a huge interest group of up to one million.  Perhaps, he can weaken or assimilate it through various clever means.  But that takes time and a huge amount of resources.  If he is smart enough and wants to completely digest the entire empire in the shortest time, the best way is to fully cooperate with the military group.

    Thinking of this, Mistrov¡¯s lips, which were pressed together due to nervousness, finally slowly opened a softly curved gap.  He straightened his waist even more, and looked at Wang Biao with a hint of ridicule and contempt.

    He looked down upon pure warriors, who were just a combination of muscles and bones that only obeyed orders and had no intelligence at all.  To put it bluntly, he is an idiot with a simple mind and well-developed limbs.

    He forgot something very crucial. The best way for the Soaring Dragon Kingdom to digest the empire is to fully cooperate with the military group.  But, best.  .  .  .  .  .  Doesn't mean the only one.

    Wang Biao had a military teapot filled with liquor in front of him as usual.  He drank slowly, and from time to time he took out a few fried soybeans from his pocket and stuffed them into his mouth, chewing them loudly.

    This disrespectful behavior angered everyone in attendance from the beginning.  The imperial officers on both sides of the wooden table looked gloomy and exchanged opinions with each other in low voices.  The atmosphere in the tent became dark and depressing. It could be seen that they were all trying to control their emotions, but the anger accumulated in their chests was getting stronger and stronger, and was on the verge of exploding at any time

    No one got up and left. Long Teng led the army to control the imperial capital, and thus controlled most of the logistics and supply resources.  In the absence of a complete showdown, no one in the empire's legions wants to be the first to show off.  Perhaps, this is just a despicable way for the negotiating opponent to deliberately anger himself in order to gain the upper hand in the verbal confrontation?

    Seeing this, Mistrov walked a few steps forward and walked to the commander of the Third Army, who was sitting first on the left. He leaned down and whispered softly into the other person's ear.  After a moment, he stood up straight again, turned to Wang Biao who was sitting at the end of the wooden table, and said seriously: "Your Excellency, it has been six minutes past the agreed time. Can we start?"

    Wang Biao raised his head, and his slightly narrowed eyes released a strange and inexplicable light.  He quickly glanced at the imperial officers sitting on both sides, feeling the mutated aura emanating from each body, smiled, threw the last two soybeans in his hand into his mouth, chewed them, and nodded.

    Mistrov walked forward quickly, opened his briefcase, took out a neatly bound document and placed it on the table. He said respectfully: "These are the terms we have agreed upon before. Please review them."

    Reaching out his hand and slowly opening the document's title page, Wang Biao carefully looked at each black printed word.  Perhaps because he found the boring agreement too boring, he took out a large-caliber "python" pistol from his waist, put his finger into the trigger ring and rotated it flexibly.

    There were no warnings, no verbal quarrels or disputes.  His eyes were fixed on the open documents on the table, but the right hand holding the gun suddenly raised, pointed flatly at the Imperial Legion commander sitting next to him, and pulled the trigger heavily.

    "boom"

    The barbaric and brutal gunshots were deafening, and the choking gun smoke covered up the smell of alcohol and became the only thing that permeated the tent1.  Everyone gathered their eyes from all directions in astonishment, looking at the legion commander whose head was completely blown open. He raised his hands and groped helplessly in mid-air for a few seconds, making various strange and meaningless movements.  Finally, he finally lost consciousness and slumped against the back of the chair.

    ¡°It all happened so fast that the deceased and the people sitting next to him had no time to react.

    When the evolution level reaches a certain level, the parasite's reaction is significantly higher than the bullet's flight speed.  However, this situation is not absolute, but depends on a series of factors such as distance, time, the actions of the shooter, and the thinking state and emotions of the person being hit at the time to produce different results.

    Although both sides understood that there was no real cooperation between the Soaring Dragon Territory and the Imperial Army, no one expected that Wang Biao would suddenly take action at this time.  Moreover, the target is still the most powerful legion commander among all the participants.

    "It's a conspiracy"

    "He wants to kill us all"

    "Let's go! We have been deceived, deceived"

    A moment of dead silence was instantly replaced by dense, noisy and chaotic shouts and screams.  The officers cursed and angrily got up from their chairs as quickly as possible and took out their own weapons.  Everyone was restless, shouting at the top of their lungs, and pushing each other.  Drawing their guns and pointing at the target, they all locked onto Wang Biao who was sitting in the first place.

    Wang Biao¡¯s face showed no trace of anger, but a vague and strange smile.  Before the officers could fire, he suddenly shouted loudly, and every muscle in his body squirmed violently like an earthworm. The muscles covered by the combat uniform instantly expanded in a full circle.  He raised his hands high and slammed down the table with irresistible force. The hardwood panel, which was five to six centimeters thick, immediately twisted and folded into several 90-degree faults.  Under the extension of the power, the flat wooden blocks shattered in all directions in a wavy shape.  The invisible shock wave spread around the impact point of Wang Biao's fists, scattering into countless wood chips of varying sizes.  The nearest imperial officers were knocked away alive, and sharp wooden thorns penetrated into the fragile flesh, pricking their entire bodies like weird-shaped hedgehogs.

    "Ha ha ha ha"

    Wang Biao smiled ferociously, pulled out the huge steel ax hidden behind the chair with his backhand, turned it around flexibly, grasped the handle of the ax with both hands, aimed at the deputy commander of the imperial army who had already rushed in front of him, and struck it head-on.  The metallic luster of the ax blade was instantly covered up by flesh and blood. Amidst the heart-rending screams, the officer with the power of a four-star parasite looked unconfidently at the huge wound that slashed straight down from his shoulder, and spat out a mixture of  The blood covered his flesh and blood, his eyes widened and he slowly fell down.

    "Kill them all, don't let any one go! Hahahaha"

    A thunderous and ferocious laughter oscillated back and forth in the tent. The agile Wang Biao flew through the air like lightning, and the flying steel ax chopped off another officer's head at neck level.  The severed head flew across the air with blood spurting out in all directions, and was blocked by the tough tarpaulin before falling.

    Dozens of strong supernatural auras came from behind the tent, five stars, six stars.  .  .  ???.  .  You can even feel the high-level mutated individuals of seven or even eight stars.  The expressions of the imperial officers standing inside the tent suddenly changed. They unanimously gave up the siege on Wang Biao, turned around and rushed outside the tent.

    ?Obviously, this is a trap.

    From the very beginning, the Soaring Dragon Territory never thought of conducting any so-called negotiations.  All arrangements were made just to kill the top brass of the Imperial Army.  Wang Biao has not considered luring all the imperial army commanders into an urn, but no matter what, if he deceives one more imperial general, the survival rate of his soldiers on the battlefield may be higher.  Just as Lin Xiang once said, "The probability of naturally evolving parasites in this world is very low. If you kill one, you will lose one."

    In the distance, a deafening roar came from the artillery position.  The dense shells exploding from the direction of the Imperial Army camp made people feel as if they were experiencing a strong earthquake.

    All the chariot troops have been dispatched, and the infantry that had been ambushed in advance rushed out like a tide.

    Mistrov was half kneeling on the ground, his face as pale as death.

    All senior officers were killed, leaving no one alive.  The head of the commander of the Third Army, whose eyes had not been closed until his death, rolled down at his feet.

    Why are you deceiving me?  "

    Looking at the dark shadow of Wang Biao getting closer and closer to the ground, Mistrov mustered up his last bit of courage and asked desperately.

    "Because you must die" Wang Biao's answer was extremely concise and straightforward.
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