In the square in front of the castle.
Standing on the tower of the gate, you can see a sea of people, so dense that even the road leading to the square is blocked.
Since the promulgation of the "Wartime Regulations", this kind of spontaneous large-scale gathering of residents has not appeared for a long time.
Everyone is afraid of being drafted into the army or being arrested as a spy by the Earl of Cromwell appointed by His Majesty the King. Only now that the war is over, people dare to wander around the streets.
Looking at the gallows in the center of the square, the people gathered in the square excitedly whispered to each other, talking about the gossip they heard from others.
"Have you heard that Mattenier was sentenced to death by hanging?" "That baron"
"I remember that the Hunt family seemed to have died at his hands.
"His little daughter is so lovely... It's a pity that she happened to be favored by that villain. "Poor Hunter, I heard that his eldest son died outside the city of Plenty, and his body was burned so badly that he couldn't even be found. He also lost an arm during the retreat, but it was a pity that he didn't die on the battlefield." "The 20,000th Brigade... Too tragic."
"...In the end, it was the enemy who helped him get revenge. ""Bah! Matt Neil, that bastard! I remember him! My wife was..."
A thin man cursed and spat, but suddenly stopped talking halfway. The people around him became excited after hearing this, and looked at him with sympathy and curiosity and continued to ask. "Then what?" "Tell me about it. "
The man's face flushed, and he was tired of being asked. He finally cursed and drove away the people who were watching the fun around him. "Talk about your mother"
Beside the gallows not far away, under the gaze of a pair of eyes, the "protagonists" who came late finally appeared
on the stage.
Five typical nobles who were captured by the alliance soldiers were pushed to the gallows by the angry citizens.
Faced with the inevitable death, even the most ferocious man could not help but turn pale and his lips turned white. A baron closed his eyes, and The man next to him was so scared that he peed his pants. The stench from his pants made the executioner frown.
The ugly appearance of the five nobles made the residents in the audience roar with excitement.
They had never seen these respectable people in such a miserable state. It was more exciting than watching crickets struggling in the mud.
It turned out that these well-dressed people were also afraid of death.
These people were not as noble as they claimed. Facing death, they would cry and beg for mercy.
However Even if they begged for mercy, the angry citizens would not let these hateful guys go. It was they who sent those young men to the front line, and sent fat cattle and young girls to the military camp, just to please the Willant people. These nobles did not dare to resist the rule of the Willant people, but instead transferred all the suffering to these innocent people. Five people. Too few were killed! Because there were no rotten eggs and rotten leaves to use, people could only pick up stones on the ground to vent their hatred. In order to prevent these people from dying before being executed, the militia standing nearby could only step forward to separate the crowd from these prisoners to be slaughtered.
The executioner read out loud a series of crimes committed by these people during the war, including murder, arson, street violence, and robbery, which further ignited the anger in people's hearts. "Kill them!"
"Cut off their heads" "Hang them on the street lamp" "Silence, silence, listen to me. A man in his thirties or forties, wearing linen clothes, walked in front of the crowd. His name was Taute.
Before the "Wartime Regulations" were issued, he was a papermaker. Now, because he could read, he was picked up by the soldiers of the alliance and became a representative of the committee. "Friends from the Valley Province told us to be civilized, even when dealing with jackals and hyenas! We must end their lives in a civilized way"
The five nobles were gagged and had no chance to quibble. Their necks were tied with hemp ropes as thick as bowls by the gloves.
Taote turned and looked at the gallows, and waved his right hand vigorously. "Execution!"
Amid the cheers of the people, the wooden planks fell heavily, and the five men's feet were empty, their necks were torn, and they ended their sinful lives on the gallows. "Long live the Alliance!" "Long live the Autonomous Committee!"
"Well done!"
The people in the audience burst into deafening cheers.
The expressions of several people in the crowd flickered, and they walked away quietly with pale faces. In the mansion not far from the square, Earl Cromwell stood by the window, his hands holding the window eaves trembling constantly.
Now the Alliance only executed those who committed crimes during the occupation, and did not kill people in the palace.
But after the Alliance left, these mobs with guns were crazy. In order to ensure the smooth implementation of the mobilization decree, he killed many people for His Majesty the King. What he fears most now is that those people will settle accounts with him.
Standing behind Earl Cromwell, the white-haired old butler whispered. "My lord, I suggest that you go out of the city to avoid the limelight in the near future. "His master is a favorite of His Majesty the King. But at this critical moment, it is not a good thing to get too close to that old man. The attitude of the Alliance is unpredictable. But they suddenly attacked the nobles in the city and gave guns to civilians. This is obviously not a good sign. Earl Cromwell did not speak, his eyes struggled for a while, and finally gritted his teeth and made up his mind. "I can't leave." Looking at the surprised butler, Cromwell paused and continued. "Tomorrow... at the latest tomorrow, the Iron Heart will be here, and the highest commander of the Alliance or even the manager is very likely to be on that airship. "The king's words are no longer binding. If he wants to survive, he can only please the new master, otherwise it will be useless no matter where he escapes to.
The count couldn't help but show a trace of worry on his face. It's a pity that there is too little information about the alliance. I don't know what that lord likes... After the trial and hanging, Taute asked the young men with guns to drag the bodies to the river bank and bury them somewhere.
If any family members come, just throw them to them for processing, but at this juncture, even if their family members want to collect their bodies, they may have to wait.
Under the instruction of the alliance, the autonomous committee of Falcon City established a new militia regiment.
Most of these militiamen were young men who had previously served in labor service. They were directly under the Autonomous Committee and were mainly responsible for maintaining public order in the city.
Looking at the hemp rope swaying gently on the gallows, Taote, who had calmed down, suddenly felt a chill on his back.
It was not until then that he realized that the Alliance had stuffed something into his hands.
Killing these guys was indeed a relief. He hated those guys who bullied them just like the people. But after killing them, he became afraid.
The Alliance couldn't stay here forever. What if they
left? Would His Majesty forgive him? Would those nobles forgive him?
"Stand up straight." Looking at Taote, whose face was slightly pale, Lao Bai reached out and patted his shoulder, grinning and said, "You have guns in your hands, what are you afraid of."
Taote said with a wry smile.
"This, this is not a problem with the gun... After all, those people are nobles appointed by His Majesty the King.
"So they are awakened, or they have several divisions in their hands." Lao Bai shrugged, "The alliance has no king, and we are still doing well.
Taote and several other industry representatives around were frightened by this outrageous remark, but it seemed to make sense. They have guns, so what are they afraid of?
Thinking of this, several people held their rifles tighter, as if what they held in their hands was their lifeblood.
Lao Bai smiled and patted the shoulder of the NPC named Taote.
"From today on, you are the chairman. Remember, even if we leave one day, you can't just hand it over. This is not for us, but for the oppressed people behind you. Don't let them down. "
Taote nodded nervously. "I promise." Looking at the middle-aged man, Lao Bai nodded. They will not stay here for too long.
The Falcon Kingdom is too far away for the Alliance, so far that these people can regard a bearded man who is imagined out of thin air as a manager.
People need to complete their own salvation after all. All they can do is throw a seed on this land.
As for what will grow...it depends on them.
The "Citizens' Self-Government Committee" is just a small episode after the Alliance occupied Falcon City. The Burning Corps did much more than that under the instruction of Chu Guangdi. All the equipment in the entire royal capital that can produce seamless steel pipes and stamped shells has been destroyed, and any factories or workshops related to military industry or just a little bit of it have been demolished by blasting.
As for the craftsmen and engineers trained by the Falcon Kingdom, ...It's not good to kill people.
After Lao Bai and Chu Guang had a phone call, they decided to arrange a new place for these people to settle down near the town of Bister.
Coincidentally, Commander Quanshui, who had just arrived at the William Industrial Zone, also did something similar unintentionally.
In the William Industrial Zone.
Because the surrender broadcast had arrived here first, when Quanshui assembled three teams of 100 people to prepare for the attack, he found that the guards stationed here had been disbanded on the spot. There was not a single security guard in the huge industrial zone. In the Royal First Foundry.
The workers were all sitting in a daze by the factory building. When they saw the soldiers of the Alliance coming in, they immediately squatted on the ground honestly.
Seeing the unfriendly look of these people, Junior Commander Bauman hurried forward and said with a smile on his face. "Sir... we have surrendered." Quanshui glanced at him. "I know. "That was all last night. When he was offline, he checked the forum and knew that the Falcon Kingdom had surrendered. A full 80,000 troops were squatting outside the town of Bicester. All the building materials sent there before were used. Looking at the soldiers who rushed into the factory and rummaged through the boxes, the smile on Bowman's face gradually turned into anxiety. He looked at the man in front of him with a smile. "Then...what are they doing?" The commander of the fountain hadn't spoken yet, and I was the darkest standing next to him said for him with a smile. "Come here to get the spoils, is there any problem? The factory director looked at him with a smile. Go rob those rich noble grandfathers to get the spoils! What can you find in this factory? At this time, Kakarot, carrying a rifle, walked back from the factory building in front. "We found two rifle production lines, running at full capacity - 300 rifles can be produced every day."
"Three hundred" I looked at him in surprise, muttering, "We can arm a 10,000-man army this month."
"Almost." Commander Quanshui nodded, looked at Kakarot and continued to ask, "What about bullets and shells?" Kakarot: "The ammunition production line is also here, and it is no problem to produce 200,000 or 300,000 rounds a day, and there are 100mm caliber artillery and shells... Fortunately, they have no resources. If the production line is running at full capacity, I am afraid that this war will have to be fought until next year.
Commander Quanshui nodded and sighed.
"Wow, there are quite a few good things in it." To be honest, although those Willant people do not treat these outsiders as human beings, their support for the Falcon Kingdom, a vassal state, is still good. As for the industrial equipment in this industrial park, it is obvious that it was not made by the locals themselves. Most of them were transported from the west of the Great Desert.
Including steel mills, chemical plants, etc. If they were given a few sulfur mines and iron mines, maybe they could hold on for a while longer. But unfortunately, there is no if in reality.
If the resources of Oasis No. 2 were really so rich, they would not need to join the Legion, let alone expand outward. Just like the Lion Kingdom.
Looking at the rows of industrial equipment and various types of machine tools moved out of the factory by the power systemists, I was the darkest and said with regret. "It's a pity to blow it up, why don't you move it away." I heard from the professional players that although they got some sophisticated production equipment and machine tools from the company, the demand for some heavy industrial equipment is still
great.
There is no such thing as too much.
Kakarot looked at this whimsical guy blankly. "How to move it away?" Broken Leg Kevin couldn't help but complain. "That's right, where to put it after moving it away" I was the darkest and scratched the back of my head.
"Don't we have airships? Such a big airship... it shouldn't be difficult to lift it up."
Before, in order to fit those gliders, the Iron Heart didn't bring much ammunition.
Now that these gliders have been thrown out, they have also come down with them. The freed-up space can always be used to carry some things.
Quanshui thought about it and felt that it made sense. After thinking for a while, he came up with a compromise. "Move what can be moved, blow up what can't be moved." It's not easy to transport it directly back to the Alliance, but it can be transported to the Honey Badger Kingdom next door first. Renting a piece of land shouldn't be too difficult.
If the administrator intends to keep Bicester Town in his hands, the best choice is to supply it from the factory in the Honey Badger Kingdom.
With that, Commander Quanshui walked up to the factory director and announced his decision.
"Although your equipment is a bit backward and looks a bit shabby, it can still be used. It's really a pity to blow it up like this."
The factory director's expression suddenly became happy when he heard that the corps commander was going to let these machines go. However, before he could be happy, the man in front of him spoke immediately.
"So we decided not to blow up those that can be moved, but only those that cannot be moved. Pick a few engineers who know the business for us, let them help us, and save everyone's time.
I have never heard such a shameless request, and it is so natural, the factory director said with a sad face.
"Take me with you too."
I didn't expect this guy to be so sensible. Quanshui looked at him in surprise, a happy smile appeared on his face, and he patted his shoulder hard.
"Sure, no problem! I'm glad you are willing to turn from darkness to light, we can help you take your family away with you"
Factory director ""
Without looking at the confused factory director, Quanshui gave me the darkest look and said it in human language. "You follow this factory director to his home, remember to be polite."
I chuckled and tightened the rifle on my back. "Okay!" It took longer than expected to clear the cable that was entangled with the propeller. The Heart of Steel stopped for nearly 20 hours 70 kilometers east of Falcon City, and finally arrived at Falcon City before dusk the next day. "Sorry, respected administrator, I kept you waiting." The acting captain said awkwardly standing in front of Chu Guang. When the administrator asked him before, he confidently said that it would be fixed in 12 hours, but the steel cable was more stubborn than he thought. Especially because the airship continued to slide forward for a while under the action of inertia, causing the propeller to rotate in the opposite direction and entangle the steel cable, so that their engineers had to endure the cold wind for a few more hours. "It's okay, it's just a little late." Looking at the Falcon City that was just a few steps away, Chu Guang, who was in a good mood, narrowed his eyes slightly and continued to speak with a pleasant face. "But remember next time, when I ask you, give me the most confident answer." The captain stood at attention with a solemn look, his right fist on his chest.
"Yes"
It has only been a few months since the Alliance got the Iron Heart, and the crew on the airship were even drawn from the army and the air force. It is normal that they are not proficient in the business. Chu Guang has no intention of blaming these hard-working subordinates. However, this bad habit of bragging must be corrected, and he must not narrow the road like those Willant people.
Only by understanding the most real situation can he make the most reasonable judgment. This is also the reason why he chose to go to the front line with his players. McLen, who was standing next to him, had mixed feelings. Until now, he finally understood the Alliance's plan. But what made him most mixed was not the Alliance's strategic adventure, but that his Iron Heart could actually be used in this way.
Especially the glider siege tactics were simply eye-opening for him.
Looking at the bridge that was so close, McLen suddenly felt a strange feeling in his heart.
This was undoubtedly his Iron Heart, but he could no longer remember what the ship looked like. It had completely changed into the shape of the Alliance. While the bridge of the Iron Heart overlooked Falcon City, the residents and nobles in the city were also looking up at the huge monster floating above the clouds.
The shadow cast from the sky even covered the entire city in front of the castle.
Sitting on the throne in the castle palace, King Mungot
stared at the approaching airship outside the window with his eyes wide open. It seemed to have started after the hanging at noon.
He suddenly realized that although he was still sitting on the throne, he had lost control of this capital city - and even the entire kingdom. First of all, the nobles. They were all intentionally or unintentionally moving away from him and turning to please the people of the Alliance. It was not even just the nobles.
Even the servants in the castle, and even his pet dog in the castle, began to wag their tails at the "new master".
Thinking of this, King Menggot couldn't help but curl up a little self-mockery. Speaking of which, it seemed to be the same when the Weilant people came.
What a irony!
At this time, Midal slowly walked in from outside. "Your Majesty."
Menggot looked at him and suddenly sighed softly. Midal knelt on one knee and said respectfully. "You will always be my Majesty." Menggot nodded with relief.
"Very good, tell me, what do you want to report today." Midal stared at the ground for a long time with a complicated expression, and slowly spoke.
"The manager of the alliance will arrive at the castle in two hours. If you go outside the castle to greet him in person, it may seem more sincere." Menggot's face stiffened slightly.
Although he knew that Midal was doing it for his own good, the current situation still made him feel mixed emotions. He was silent for a long time.
He held the armrests with both hands and slowly got up from the throne. The trembling movement was as if he had aged a dozen years overnight... from a majestic emperor to an old man on his deathbed. "I know."
At the same time that the Iron Heart entered the Falcon King's capital, in the great desert of the Far West, an airship that was no less in size than the Iron Heart was slowly moving forward.
Its name was "Judgment", and it came from the distant Triumph City.
Compared with the Iron Heart, its firepower was much inferior.
It had neither the 400mm main gun nor the reserved position for the front gun pod.
However, although its ground support capability was slightly inferior, it would never be at a disadvantage if it was facing an "airship of the same type".
The "phase energy rectifier" installed on the belly of the airship could launch "quark-gluon plasma" wrapped in a gravitational field.
Although the weapon is not very lethal and has a short lifespan, it can effectively paralyze deflector shields and anti-gravity devices, which are based on the core principles of "gravitons" and "gravitational field interference". Its effect is much more direct than EMP, and it is difficult to defend against it through simple conventional means such as "Faraday cages".
Weapons used in the aerospace field have long been "outdated".
Especially when dealing with aliens and mutants,
it is even
not as good as black gunpowder.
I am afraid that only the Holy Shield system of the Great Rift and the Legion's own airships can use it on the entire planet.
In fact, strictly speaking, it only threatens the Legion's own airships. After all, the shield of the Holy Shield system is not at the same level as this ship-borne weapon in terms of power. Triumph City rarely sends airships like the "Judgment" to the front line, unless there is a special situation where the "phase gun" may be used.
For example, now.
Although it departed a month later than the supplies sent to the front line, this airship arrived a few days earlier than those slow trucks. Two people stood in front of the French window of the bridge. The one on the left had a thick beard and a burn scar under the right corner of his eye, and his face looked very fierce.
His name was Joseph, a general of the Eastern Corps, who was sent to replace Griffin as the commander-in-chief of Luoxia Province.
The other person's identity was even more extraordinary. He was the governor of Luoxia Province appointed by His Majesty the Marshal himself. Although he only needed to supervise an oasis of less than 70,000 square kilometers.
The two were chatting in a casual tone, but their words were all tests of each other. "I don't dislike the eastward expansionists. I even sympathize with them, but their stupidity is also a fact. We have been dragged into a dangerous and useless war." "Then what do you think we should do?" Joseph looked sideways at the governor next to him and asked. Cohen continued expressionlessly.
"They should strengthen their control over their vassals and try to avoid direct conflict with the companies on the east coast before completely occupying Luoxia Province. In fact, if they hadn't been greedy to eat up the Pioneer and Shelter 0 together, they wouldn't have ended up like this.
Joseph's eyebrows twitched.
"Then are we going to sit back and watch the companies get Shelter 0?"
Cohen didn't answer the question directly, but gave an ambiguous answer. "It depends on what they can find there. "
He didn't think there was a universal key that could solve all crises. The problems of the wasteland were far from being solved by adding a few more black boxes. The Marshal also thought so.
If the No. 0 shelter was really so important, it would not be him who came here today. Joseph was a little disappointed.
He still couldn't see the Marshal's thoughts through this guy.
Knowing that continuing to ask would not yield any results,
he simply said directly. "So which faction are you from?"
Cohen answered concisely.
"I don't belong to any faction. I always stand on the side of His Majesty the Marshal. His Majesty's position is my position.
Standing behind the two, Captain Adria found himself at a loss for words and could only watch the scenery outside the bridge to pass the time.
A four-star general and a five-star governor, no matter which one, their status and backing are far beyond the reach of a three-star captain like him. At this time, his adjutant trotted over and whispered a few words in his ear. "The Iron Heart is over Falcon City."
Adria's face showed a surprised expression. "McClan is still alive," the adjutant said with an ugly face.
"Not sure, there is a flag hanging on it that I have never seen before." Adria thought for a moment and nodded. "Leave it to me."
As he said that, he walked to the side of the two big men and said in a deep voice.
"Sir, the Falcon City is ahead. The Iron Heart is over Falcon City. Judging from the flag it is hanging, it should be the people of the Alliance." Cohen frowned.
In order to make himself a little more sense of existence, Adria continued respectfully. "Do you want to fire?"
Joseph glanced at him and teased. "I have an idea.
Adria was stunned and looked at him blankly, not understanding what the general meant.
Looking at the endless sea of sand outside the French window and the vague outline at the end of the sea of sand, Cohen continued to give orders expressionlessly.
"Slow down." Whether to fight or not, we must first figure out the situation over there. At the same time, in the vast yellow sand, a silver-gray power armor slowly raised its head and cast its eyes on the glow in front of it that was swallowed by the rolling yellow sand.
His eyes were not focused on the black cloud that was like a collapsed building, but through the black cloud
Looking at the "air fortress" that was moving forward. Yunsong's face gradually showed a trace of solemnity. "The people from Triumph City are here."
The android soldier who followed him nodded slowly. "Ah..." A century and a half.
After all, they are facing each other again!