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A hint of appreciation appeared in Lin Xiang's eyes.

He slowly let go of the right hand that was holding the other person's throat and looked coldly at the colonel who was covering his neck and coughing. After a moment, the cold voice began to turn gentle and low: "If you don't want them to die now, then immediately order to stop resisting."

He has made concessions. Putting down his weapons and stopping resistance are two completely different concepts.

Tresen held the table, stood up with difficulty, looked at Lin Xiang fiercely, turned to the soldiers who had already rushed into the command car, and said solemnly: "Tell me my order immediately, cease fire———"

The fierce gunfire gradually subsided, the noisy discussion, the dissatisfied growl, the officers controlled their subordinates' rebukes, replaced the explosion and the sharp whistling of bullets slashing through the air, and became a mixed source of sound over the temporary camp.

Pulling over a metal folding chair leaning against the wall of the car next to it, and sitting down, Lin Xiang released the detection space in his brain, showing a scene outside the command car that he could not see from his current angle.

Five commandos held a total of sixteen imperial officers hostages. Their ranks ranged from lieutenant colonel to captain, and a circular sand basin originally used as defense separated everyone from the soldiers. The two team members were nimble and tied up pieces of bombs on the officers. The imperial soldiers standing outside the sand basin also set up machine guns and stared at these opponents who were far stronger than themselves with cold eyes.

Retracting his detection consciousness, Lin Xiang turned his gaze to Tresen who was standing opposite him.

"Sit down! I'm not hostile. Of course, the premise is that you have the same attitude towards me."

Lin Xiang's voice was calm and low. He took out a cigarette from his pocket, shook two of them from the mouth of the half-open box, and handed them to the colonel.

Talk about your request.”

Tresen did not reach out to pick up the cigarette. He slowly tightened his throat, looked at Lin Xiang angrily and cautiously, dragged him over another chair and sat down.

"Submit unconditionally, be loyal to me———"

Lin Xiang doesn't like to beat around the bush and speaks straightforwardly.

Tresen was stunned and was about to subconsciously sarcastically, but suddenly he found that Lin Xiang's eyes, which were as crystal clear as black, were staring at him, releasing a cold look that was extremely strange and had a strong pressure momentum.

"You'd better think clearly before you talk. I don't like people who go back on their word, nor do I like to force others to change their fixed ideas with material interests. In front of me, everyone has only one chance———"

The calm voice returned to arrogance, arrogance, arrogance, and even arrogant in the not-so-wide space of the armored command vehicle. However, Lin Xiang knew that he did have the capital to do so.

Tresen looked at the aggressive eyes in anger and stubborn manner. Although he was angry, he was not the kind of idiot who knew it was impossible to do it. He knew very well that the huge difference between ordinary people and parasites was as big as the world, and he also understood that it was impossible to compete with the other party with his low-level strengthening of human strength. However, his inner world was instinctively biased towards the emperor's side. Among them, there may be no so-called loyalty at all, but it was just a fixed concept of the original power under the dominance of thinking. However, when the initial confusion and shock were only calmed down and the brain returned to its normal state of thinking, the space of consciousness was also occupied by increasingly intense fear and shock.

The strange assaulters who were waiting for the car to travel around the sandy cranes have strength ranging from two to seven stars.

In wasteland, for ordinary people or low-level psychics who rely on agents to generate enhanced power, the status of the parasite is equivalent to that of the gods.

As the commander of the Black Prison City garrison, Tresen knew very well the true strength of the Imperial Army.

The total number of parasites owned by the top ten legions is about 90 to 100. Since the legions have the right to recruit mercenaries on their own within their respective theaters, this number is not so accurate, but changes based on those who died in battle or newly joined. In order to maintain their rule, the empire has been desperately expanding to the outside world. Therefore, the defense forces of the imperial capital and major cities seem particularly empty. In this case, hostile forces only need to concentrate strong and powerful high-level psychics to attack, and it is easy to gain control of the city.

Occupy a city and mastering a country are two completely different concepts.

"Young man, you should be more rational and not be blinded by power and hope. Once the legions fighting outside receive orders to launch a full-scale counterattack against the imperial capital, how long can you and your subordinates last? I admit that your people are indeed very strong. But their number is very small, and it is impossible to fight against tens of thousands of fully armed imperial soldiers."

This is not a promise or a rejection. Tresen simply and accurately tells the facts. This beautiful man who does not exudes a breath of supernatural powers looks too young, and his arrogance and arrogance seem natural, especially in his black eyes covered by long eyelashes, and he can also see rational gazes.

Lin Xiang sat quietly without saying a word. The figure of Colonel Tresen was silently waiting for his answer in the middle of his black pupil. He glanced at the garrison commander with a complicated expression and suddenly smiled faintly.

"There is one thing that you may find very interested."

"What's the matter?" The colonel subconsciously sat upright.

Lin Xiang's voice was as gentle as water, and the magnetic emperor, who was unique to men, was dead."

The two dead bodies in the bedroom in the palace have been sorted out and are placed flat on the classical and luxurious bed. The wide and soft quilt covers Chiluo's body, revealing the part above the shoulder blade. The bullet holes of wine cups on the side of the head are filled with semi-wet plaster, leaving a piece of white mixed with zero hair. Alfra and the young man with the emperor are lying side by side, with a peaceful face, as if they were just sleeping soundly, immersed in a sweet dream.

The hall was stacked in layers of white marble. At the top of the square pyramid platform nearly one meter above the ground, there was a huge throne completely made of gold, with a simple and majestic style. The moment the fingertips and the handrail carved with the pattern of the fangs and claws carved with the handrail, there was immediately a very uncomfortable hard metal texture, and the coldness of the fingers that could not help but retract.

The throne is very tall and consumes dozens of tons of gold. According to relevant records in the palace database, the source of these expensive metals constituted by the seat itself is actually a bank vault left over from the old era in the ruins.

Standing on the side of the red carpet leading to the central platform, looking at the man sitting on the throne with deep eyes, Colonel Tresen felt a trembling all over his body. Controlling the urge to twist the muscles on his face, he suppressed the instinctive fear deep in his heart, and owed silently to the direction of the throne, lowering the head that had been high.

He did not swear allegiance, but made a helpless choice in the face of unchangeable facts.

The emperor is dead, without children, and without heirs, and the empire itself has lost the reason to continue to exist. Driven by the huge space of power and wealth possession, many people who are hiding in the dark coveting the throne will emerge one after another. No matter who the final winner is, killing, mad, dirty power is easy, and the endless plots and filth are worse than letting the city and the country fall into a state of movement, as well as relying on the most powerful existence known as the one who is known. Assisting and promoting, this is not actually a rebellion, but just a straightforward veteran who does his last duty.

The imperial capital has been fully controlled, and all slaves must stay in fixed residences and are strictly prohibited from going out. The food warehouse in the city has been opened, and the daily distribution of food is carried out in an orderly and steadily. The daily food collection standard is 400 grams of bread and 20 grams of pickled food. In addition, there is also a vegetable soup with a light taste and no oil star.

Of course, this thing is not enough to eat enough. Compared with Longtengling's food quota for the lowest "f" level civilians, it is impossible for the imperial slaves to obtain sufficient nutrition to survive. If they are not full and do not need to be taught, they will take the initiative to use their intelligence and talents to cultivate their own private fields outside the city, and plant potatoes or sweet potatoes that are extensively managed and do not require much effort.

A single variety of food can make people feel sick and irritable. Slaves also try every means to enrich their dietary structure. In slums, between dilapidated sheds and muddy streets, children who are often hawking up with bamboo rattan baskets. The contents in the basket are mostly fried cockroaches, blood-sucking flies, and ground worms strung on thin bamboo sticks, worms, maggots, and silkworms. They roam in the sewers and have not completely mutated. Their body size is much smaller than those of the same species in the wilderness. The ditch rat about one foot long is a delicious delicacy that all slaves covet. This thing has a strong reproductive ability. If you peel off the skin on the surface of your body, it has a hard and sharp thorny skin like a porcupine, and its pink and white and tender texture is no less than any kind of delicacy in the world.

In order to capture these creatures that can fill hungry intestines, slaves dug ditches and created a wetland near the sewer pipes suitable for moss growth, making it the main food source for ditch rats. The feces are processed in a centralized manner, exposed to sunlight, or covered with hay on the surface, which naturally produces a fermentation effect, which can easily attract scavenging flies to reproduce and lay eggs. In a short time, white maggots will appear in the middle of the dung pile to squirm back and forth. As for those mutated mosquitoes that have changed their habits and specialize in feeding on blood, as well as cockroaches with extremely tenacious vitality, the intestines that cannot be eaten in the body of ditch rats can cause irresistible confusion to them.

These fried insects and rats look very dirty, and the number of parasites and viruses in their bodies is much more than that of their ancestors of the old era. But they have still become slaves in the Black Prison City, and may even be the most popular food in the entire empire or other large refugee settlements. Those who chew fried cockroaches may not be because of their extraordinary courage, nor are they for the star dream patients who show their appetites in many boring entertainment TV shows in the old era to attract the attention of the audience. They are just to fill their stomachs and to survive tenaciously in this world full of radiant.

There is no definite evidence to show who the first person to eat mutant insects was. He may have been killed by toxins remaining in the insect body, or died in the wilderness because of the virus. But he left at least a natural basic antibody for future generations. The dead body may be eaten by others, or it may become a delicious meal for mutant beasts in the wilderness, and was hunted and filled with other refugees. Day after day, year after year, the antibody components are becoming more and more complex, and the new humans born from the mother body have become increasingly powerful.

They are completely different from the old humans. At that time, the virus that was enough to kill people may have only had a few sneezes. The cancerous cells were just a dish to get an appetizer in front of the white blood cells that had been strengthened hundreds of times. Humans were fighting viruses with evolution, and viruses were also attacking the human body with evolution. New and more lethal diseases emerged one after another in the wasteland world. The final result was that human populations still existed, and viruses did not perish.

In the old days, the rich people ate insects just to hunt for curiosity and to satisfy their stomachs that were almost greasy with various delicacies.

In the wasteland, refugees and slaves eat insects to satisfy their hunger.

Whether in the old days or now, the survival consciousness and ability of the poor are always much stronger than that of the rich. They dare to eat anything and do anything. This has never changed.

Change your identity and transform from an imperial soldier to a Longteng defense army. The difference is just tore off the imperial logo on your collar and shoulders.

Lin Xiang has announced the principle of improving the level of Longteng's citizens, and the surrendered Imperial Army officers and soldiers responded to this. It is not surprising that this situation has occurred. They have just changed their positions and cannot identify with their former enemies in just a few days. It takes time to close the distance and eliminate the barriers, and what Lin Xiang needs is only to ensure the order and stability of the Black Prison Emperor Capital before the reinforcements arrive.

Humans seem to have an innate mysterious perception ability to change the situation and the environment around them.

Like all large cities, the residents of the imperial capital are not only slaves, but also ordinary soldiers and the families of officers, officials at all levels, administrative staff, and merchants who have luxurious residences envied by slaves, abundant and delicious food, and the privilege of free activities without monitoring. Among them, a considerable number of people even control the trade share with other adjacent forces.

The night battle had just ended, and Black Prison City fully implemented military control. On the afternoon of the day when Colonel Tresen's garrison troops entered the city to garrison, hundreds of protesters were already crowded in front of the palace and demanded the lifting of the closure ban.

"Why not let us out?"

"Who is responsible for my goods leaving the city, delaying time, and the losses are to be held?"

"The outside guy gets out of the Black Prison City, we have to meet the emperor himself———"

The number of protesters gathered more and more. As dusk approached, nearly 30,000 people were gathered in front of the palace, forming a huge black abortion.

After all, the soldiers of the Empire were not formal armed forces of Long Tengling. They were ordered to block the streets, but they still followed the old imperial system and allowed officials and soldiers' families to have status. Only those slaves who lived at the bottom of society were the objects they had to point at with their guns.

All the commandos were guarding the more than ten towers with the highest position in the inner courtyard of the palace. The window was equipped with newly installed double-mounted heavy cannons, and the cold and thick muzzle pointed obliquely towards the entrance of the palace. With a command, a thick layer of corpses could be immediately covered on the ground.

Colonel Tresen stood at the bottom of the steps leading to the palace hall, staring at the protesters blocked by the soldiers with a triangle fence. The blazing searchlight lights slanted down from the top of the palace wall, illuminating a slender black shadow from behind to front.

He knew many protesters.

Most of them are military families. Most of the remaining ones belong to various officials and confidants and slaves in wealthy merchants.

There is no doubt that this is a planned and premeditated action.

During the melee last night, many eunuchs escaped from the palace. The emperor's death is no longer a secret. People whispering almost everywhere in the streets and alleys of the city. The garrison troops changed their positions, and the top ten legions were fighting outside. In the eyes of many people, the imperial capital has become a huge cake. War and interests have always been the common product of twins. As long as you have enough courage, you can separate the biggest piece of your own from the plate.

The streets were blocked, but the supply of food was not stopped. The slaves did not have these guys who were most short of food but jumped out at this time, with their purpose and intentions already revealed.

There was no shadow of officials and wealthy merchants in the crowd. They were obviously hiding in a corner, sending their confidants and subordinates to fuel the fire, but they stood by and watched the development of the situation. Even if Lin Xiang's assault guards shot and suppressed them, they were only the families of soldiers who were ignorant of the inside. Their intention was very obvious——Once these people were killed, the Imperial Legion would immediately have strong anger. No matter whether the young man sitting on the throne could truly become the emperor in the end, he had to face a battle that would never end.

Colonel Tresen was a pure soldier. He would never be willing to get involved with things like Yin. However, under the current circumstances, he could not help.
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