Lin Xiang's words seemed to be explaining for himself, and it was like a philosopher revealing some unfathomable truth.

Liu Yuchen shook his head and sighed softly: "...There are so many dead people. In less than two days, more than 30,000 military families were killed in the city. At least as many people were disabled in the fight, and even those innocent children were not spared. I can understand what you did. But... they are humans after all."

"If I don't do this, if I stand on the side of the military, more people will die."

Looking at the crowded crowds of people under her feet like an ant colony, Lin Xiang's face showed a faint sense of helplessness and sorrow.

"I can understand."

Liu Yuchen nodded in a gloomy look and sighed unwillingly: "But... is there really no better way? Can't both be taken into account?"

Lin Xiang's eyes gradually became cold when he looked out the window. 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 more gentle, less extreme, fusion method?"

Liu Yuchen's eyes were full of confusion. From the old era to the division within the United Doctors Association, he had seen countless cruel slaughter and deaths. He could understand the war caused by interests, but could not accept the thousands of corpses that had accumulated over the mountains. This was 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. They are not dead, they are killed... only us."

"The world is deserted, but classes have emerged. Since ancient primitive society, humans have easily had irreconcilable disputes because of the amount of material they occupy. If they want to gain the support of the vast majority of people, they must give them enough resources to truly feel the satisfaction of having everything they have dreamed of. This world has never lacked violence, and death and blood can be seen everywhere. I am not a saint, and there is no reason to let go of those opponents who were once hostile to us. Let slaves come forward, burn them, kill them, and rob them, and let them repay the sins they have made. If you want to build a brand new world, you must be sentenced to the most severely."

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

Liu Yuchen held his ten fingers that were entangled with each other, and hesitant and understanding gazes appeared in the depths of his eyes. He raised his head, looked at Lin Xiang's back to his figure, and asked in an indescribable voice: "Apart from what I just said... are there any more reasons? I mean, can you... let those old people and children go?"

Slowly turning around, Lin Xiang looked back at him calmly, the glowing light in his pupils was full of kindness. Among them, he could also vaguely distinguish between decisiveness and unquestionable firmness.

"According to the geographical standards of the old era, the land we stepped on under our feet is called Asia. If national boundaries are added in front of the continent, then from the northernmost Ultra City to this place, they all belong to the People's Republic of China. The human beings nurtured in this land have always been yellow-skinned and dark-eyed. The families of the imperial military captured were either black or white, and they did not belong here. Apart from death... I can't think of any better way to deal with it."

"That's not their fault"

Liu Yuchen's voice was a little hoarse: "The Skeleton Knights have created the first batch of human replicas in the Wasteland World. They did not come here on their own initiative, they even knew nothing about their past."

Looking at the Peng standing opposite him silently, Lin Xiang's black gem-like eyes flashed with crystal light.

He could understand Liu Yuchen's heart.

Not everyone in this world is a cruel and bloodthirsty beast, and there are also humans who are kind and warm like young doctors. 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 knew very well that some things could only be released for special groups he recognized. The thick radiant clouds in the sky that were densely populated in the sky would not be able to be shining by the sun before they could be a part of them.

"The Emperor once said: The sins committed by the father must be redeemed by his sons and even his descendants. Why should I be more merciful than the Emperor? Or in the same sentence, they are not our people."

Turning around and looking at the golden gap slowly exposed from the surface of the gloomy sky curtain on the horizon, Lin Xiang's face was filled with calmness and indifference, like a majestic statue made of steel.

......

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

Lieutenant Colonel Mistrov raised his head, raised his hands, and stood straight like a flagpole in a slightly back position on the right side of the wooden table. Except for him, all participants today had the rank of brigade general. Naturally, it was impossible to give him a seat as comfortable as usual.

The stalemate between the Imperial Army and the Longteng Leg continues. Perhaps tired of this meaningless confrontation, Wang Biao finally agreed to most of Mistrov's request and promised to give the other party sufficient material and military assistance to make it independent action in the designated area while keeping the organization of the Imperial Legion complete. At the same time, it exists in the form of mercenaries and becomes a vassal armed group of Longteng Legion Leg.

Mistrov was a very smart negotiating opponent. He could see that Wang Biao, the chief of the legion 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, he would never have been able to get the result today. As for the source of the pressure... it should be the mysterious Lord Longteng. As for why he was willing to give enough benefits to the imperial military... it is likely that it was coveted by other forces in the surrounding areas or internal turmoil.

In addition to the imperial capital, communication between the various imperial legions and other cities in the country remained unobstructed. The Longteng Legion troops stationed in the city did not imprison or armed control of military personnel. This situation slightly calmed down the uproar of the major legions. At this moment, Wang Biao was willing to accept the news of the terms, which also made the imperial army see the change in attitude of Longteng Legion towards him. Naturally, when Mistrov brought back the negotiation records and claimed that Longteng Legion needed higher-level contact and conducted in-depth discussions on relevant important issues, the Imperial Army also agreed to send a negotiating delegation including the commanders of the Third and Fifth Army, as well as the other twelve deputy chief officers.

This is a dispute over interests. The aspects involved are not just the simple level of Longteng Legion and the Imperial Army. The specific amount of resources and the share allocated by each legion need to be discussed, and no one will miss the opportunity to get a cake portion from it.

Wang Biao's face was always happy and refreshed with a smile from the heart.

However, this intense muscle movement under nerve traction made the scar that penetrated the entire face completely distorted, making it look even more ugly, and it didn't feel the kindness and gentleness it deserved, and it was more like a hungry dragon who saw delicious meat and salivating.

From walking into the tent until now, Mistrov always felt a very strong sense of crisis.

He had never seen such a strange expression on Wang Biao's face. It made people feel trembling and frightened, but he didn't know where the specific threat came from?

I feel...I seem to be stepping into a carefully planned trap step by step.

Mistrov has always believed in his judgment that the emperor was dead, and Long Tengling wanted to annex the empire. All this was natural. However, the young lord had to first solve a series of problems brought by the imperial military group. This was not tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands, but a huge interest group of up to one million. Perhaps, he could weaken or assimilate it through various clever means. But it would take time and a huge amount of resources. If he was smart enough to completely digest the entire empire in the shortest time, the best way was to cooperate fully with the military group.

Thinking of this, Mistrov's lips, which were pursed together because of his nervousness, finally slowly opened a curved and soft gap. His waist was straighter, and his eyes looked at Wang Biao also showed a hint of mockery and contempt.

He looked down on pure warriors, but he was just a combination of muscles and bones that could only obey orders and had no wisdom. To put it bluntly, he was a fool with a simple mind and a well-developed limbs.

He forgot something very crucial. The best way to digest the empire is indeed to cooperate fully with the military group. But the best... does not mean the only one.

Wang Biao was placed in front of him with a military tea tank filled with white wine as usual. He drank very slowly, and from time to time he took out a few fried soybeans from his pocket and stuffed them into his mouth, chewing them so loudly that he chewed them.

This rude behavior angered all the participants from the beginning. The imperial officers on both sides of the wooden table looked gloomy and exchanged their opinions in a low voice. The atmosphere in the tent became dark and depressing. It was obvious that they were all trying to restrain their emotions, but the anger that was silted in their chests became stronger and stronger, and they were on the verge of possible outbreaks at any time.

No one stood up and left Longteng's army to control the imperial capital, and only controlled most of the logistics supply resources. Without a complete showdown, no one of the imperial legions wanted to break up first. Perhaps, this was just a despicable means of negotiating opponents deliberately angering themselves in order to occupy the wind during the verbal confrontation?

Seeing this, Mistrov walked a few times, walked to the third legion commander sitting at the first place on the left, leaned down, leaned closer to the other party's ear and whispered softly. After a moment, he stood up 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 since the agreed time. Can you start?"

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

Mistrov walked quickly, pulled open the briefcase, took out a neatly bound document from it and handed it on the desktop, and said respectfully: "These are all the terms we have agreed on before, please check it out."

He stretched out his hand and slowly opened the title page of the document. Wang Biao looked at each black printed text carefully. Perhaps because he felt that the boring agreement was too boring, he took out a "python" pistol with a thick diameter from his waist, put his fingers into the trigger ring and rotated flexibly.

There was no warning, no verbal argument or dispute. His eyes were staring at the documents flipped on the desktop, but his right hand holding the gun suddenly raised, pointing to a commander of the Imperial Legion sitting next to him, pulling the trigger heavily.

"Bang"

The savage and rough gunshots were deafening, and the choking smoke covered the smell of alcohol became the only existence that permeated the tent. 1. Everyone gathered their eyes from all directions in shock, looking at the legion commander whose entire head was completely exploded, raised their hands, groped helplessly in the air for a few seconds, and made various strange and meaningless actions. Finally, they finally lost consciousness and leaned on the back of the chair weakly.

This all came so quickly that the dead and those sitting next to them 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 a series of factors such as the distance, time, the action of the shooter, and the person who was hit at that time produces different results.

Although they both knew that there was no real cooperation between Longtengling and the Imperial Army, no one expected that Wang Biao would suddenly take action at this time. Moreover, the target was the strongest legion commander among all the participants.

"It's a conspiracy"

"He wants to kill us all"

"Go away! We were deceived, deceived"

A moment of silence was instantly replaced by the dense noisy and chaotic screams. The officers cursed and angrily, and got out of the chair as fast as possible to find their own weapons. Everyone was restless, shouting desperately, pushing each other. They pulled out their guns and pointed at the target of the target, and locked in Wang Biao, who was sitting in the first place.

Wang Biao's face was not angry at all, but instead had a faint strange smile. Before the officers could shoot, he shouted suddenly, and every muscle under his body was wriggling violently like an earthworm. The muscles covered by the combat suit instantly expanded into a full circle. He held his hands high and smashed the table with an irresistible strong power. The hardwood panels as thick as five or six centimeters were immediately distorted and turned into several 90-degree faults. As the power extended, the flat wooden blocks shattered in wave shape in all directions. The invisible shock wave spreads with Wang Biao's fists as the center, flying and scattering into countless wood chips of varying sizes. The closest imperial officers were shaken away alive, and the sharp wooden thorns penetrated into the fragile flesh, pricking the entire human body like a strange-shaped hedgehog.

"Ha ha ha ha"

Wang Biao smiled grimly, pulled out the huge steel axe hidden behind the chair with his backhand, flexibly pulled the flower, held the handle of the axe with both hands, and pointed out that a deputy commander of the Empire who had already pounced on him was slashed head-on. The metallic luster of the axe blade was instantly covered by flesh and blood. Amid the heart-wrenching screams, the officer with four-star parasitic power looked at the huge wound that was slashed from his shoulders with disconfidence, spraying out a mouthful of blood mixed with flesh and blood, and his eyes were wide open and slowly tilted.

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

A grim smile like thunderous swayed back and forth in the tent. Wang Biao, who was quick to move, flew through the air like lightning. The flying steel axe cut off the head and neck of another officer. He flew across the air with scattered blood, blocked by the tarpaulin with good toughness and fell.

Dozens of strong auras of supernatural powers came from behind the tent, five stars, six stars... You could even feel the high-level mutant individuals of seven stars or even eight stars. The imperial officers standing in the tent suddenly changed their faces. They both gave up their siege on Wang Biao and turned around and rushed out of the tent.

Obviously, this is a trap.

From the beginning, Long Tengling never thought about any so-called negotiations. All arrangements were just to snipe the senior leaders of the Imperial Army. Wang Biao had never considered luring all the Imperial Army commanders into the trap, but no matter what, if you cheat an Imperial General, the survival rate of his soldiers on the battlefield may be higher. As Lin Xiang once said, "The probability of parasites naturally evolved in this world is very low. If you kill one, you will lose one."

In the distance, the artillery positions had already heard deafening roar. The dense shells that exploded from the Imperial Army camp made people feel as if they were experiencing a strong earthquake.

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

Mistrov half-kneeled on the ground, his face as pale as death.

All the senior officers were killed, leaving no living mouth. The Third Legion leader did not have his eyes closed until his death, and rolled down at his feet.

What to deceive me?"

Looking at the dark shadow of Wang Biao who was getting closer and closer on the ground, Mistrov mustered up the last trace of courage and asked in despair.
Chapter completed!