Two fully armed soldiers raised their guns and aimed at the middle-aged man with a excited expression, but saw the warrant officer turn around and walk out of the room, and waved his hand to the inside with a serious expression.

"They have exceeded the persuasion time limit. Everyone, automatically downgraded from citizens to slaves.

Take them away and prohibit bringing any si property. Those who refuse to obey orders will kill one on the spot."

"You are not qualified to do this,

”

The middle-aged man tightly made a fist with his hands, as if he wanted to rush forward to fight the warrant officer, but he was instinctively afraid that the soldier was pointing at his muzzle. He had to spread his arms and hold the door frame as he started, stretched his neck and howled wildly like a beast: "This is my home, my place. Even if I kill me, it is impossible to change this fact."

The last sentence obviously had some touch on the lieutenant. He suddenly turned around, looked at the middle-aged man with complicated eyes for a long time, and looked at the old man and the woman who were weak and limp on the ground. After a few minutes, he pulled out his pistol from the leather hood around his waist, aimed at the man's eyebrows, and said in a low and cold manner: "As you wish."

The gunshot and exclamation burst out at the same time. With the round bullet holes on the forehead with flesh and blood turning outwards, the man looked at the guns of light smoke still appearing in the warrant officer's hand, with the anger and unwillingness that still remained in his pupils, and his body slowly fell backwards.

The house immediately cried out loudly, slowly lowering the arm holding the gun. The warrant officer was silent for a moment and muttered to himself expressionlessly: "You are wrong. This is not your home. This land should belong to the emperor."

The rotten head, salted radish strips, and rice porridge with thick shiny oil beads were undoubtedly too simple according to the old standards, but Verell ate it very comfortable and satisfied.

The surroundings of the command room of the border fortress have been cleared, and no one is allowed to approach except for the four female officers who have been transformed by Lin Xiang’s pure blood.

Looking at Verell, who was chewing his head between cups, plates, bowls and cups, Lin Xiang lit a cigarette and sucked it slowly.

Even he himself did not expect that the intelligence personnel sent by the empire would contact him at this time.

On the surface, it seemed that he sneaked into the Red Republic Army alone. In fact, as early as when he left the imperial capital, Lin Xiang had already agreed with Gliffiz and others for detailed contact information, code, and password.

Starting from the settlement of 0930c17, Lin Xiang left a big-headed man pattern carved with hard objects such as stones and iron nails when he was playing. The painting style is clumsy. Simple lines represent hands, feet and facial features, and the triangular tip on the head of the character represents the direction of the triangular pointing of the hair, which is Lin Xiang's next step is to go, or the position indication that he has arrived.

Without radio, relying solely on this almost primitive contact method, it is undoubtedly a needle in a haystack to search a person from the heavily guarded Red Republican Army.

However, this is the only available contact method between Lin Xiang and the Empire.

The pattern "occasionally there are some subtle changes that are not noticed by others.

luo, body means that he only lives here for a short time, or walks by at all, leaving a message just to allow the pursuer to find himself.

A simple vertical line, plus a few dots representing the buttons on both sides, indicates that Lin Xiang has a fixed residence here, or has obtained a stable career. If he waits patiently for a while but still has not received any news, the pursuer can follow the directions left next to him and continue to follow and search.

Lin Xiang's appearance is not a secret among the Red Republican Army. To be precise, the imperial intelligence personnel should have been looking for a completely public figure under the cryptic situation. In this way, the difficulty of searching is naturally greatly reduced. But even so, Verell still found his own target in the border fortress under the guidance of various identifiers.

The contact code has been repeatedly compared, and the process of verifying identity, even some secrets that only Lin Xiang and Ying Jia know. Until it was confirmed that Verell, who had been hungry for several days, was released from the cell where he was in a tight imprisonment. "Sit here and fill his hunger intestines with a big mouth.

"This is my direct jurisdiction, and it can be a border passage between the Red Republican Army. Well, tell Glifiz to establish a material and personnel transfer base nearby. Controlling the Red Republican Army is an extremely large and difficult plan. We need more infiltrations and more detailed information. The first breakthrough has appeared, and the second and third will be much easier than it is now."

As he said that, Lin Xiang pushed the cigarette and lighter on the table towards the opposite side.

"As for your order, my Majesty"

Verell agreed vaguely. The sour head in his mouth had not been chewed. He had heard of many secrets about this young emperor and was full of respect and fear for the noble rulers. But when he was facing it, he felt that the so-called emperor was more like descendants who needed his own protection.

Although this sounds a bit funny, it is the real feeling deep in Verell's heart.

, "Tell Blanche to ask her to mobilize a batch of food in the near future. As for the quantity...

...For the time being, 5,000 tons will be the prevailing."

Of course, one person can't eat that much.

The reason why I thought of mobilizing food from the empire was to provide Qi Yue with a certain degree of material assistance. The amount of cultivated land in the area ruled by the Third Army was seriously insufficient, and the indoor farm production capacity of the Xijing base was limited. Whether it was newly built or expanded, technical and material support from Xinjing was required. Judging from the current confrontation between the two sides, it was obviously unlikely to obtain these things through normal channels.

Verell raised his head and rolled the food residue left on the corner of his mouth with his tongue, saying hesitantly: "According to information from the empire, food production may be reduced today and next two years. It may be difficult to mobilize supplies at this time."

Lin Xiang narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at him seriously through the white mist floating from the cigarette butts. After a few minutes, he asked lightly: "Why?"

"Prime Minister Blanche and Liu Yuchen's Home Secretary are implementing a new population policy.

As an intelligence officer selected by Glifiz, Verell is indeed qualified to know some policy changes from within the empire. After he described the entire content in as detailed as possible, nearly an hour had passed.

Lin Xiang did not interrupt Verell. When he knew nothing about the situation, the best choice was to sit calmly on a chair and be a qualified listener. Before he knew it, the cigarette butts and ash in the ashtray had piled up into round mounds with convex surfaces. The air in the room was squeezed by the smoke and only had an extremely pitiful part. Every breath "had a strong enough smoke and nicotine to pour into his lungs.

, "It's been a whole year in the blink of an eye."

Rearing on the wide high-backed chair, Lin Xiang sighed softly and muttered to himself.

There are feelings, some relief, and there is also a kind of tranquility that cannot be explained in words and is even more impossible to be explored clearly by outsiders.

Friends who remained in the empire were still trying to find their whereabouts. They still regarded themselves as emperors, believing that only they were the supreme rulers of the empire.

Leaving, there was no impact on the empire. Everything was carried out in an orderly manner, development, and powerful manner. Even the extremely important decision of replacing the existing inferior people with millions of replicants was also implemented under the coordination of the military and the management committee.

Whether Wang Biao, Yang Hua, Blanche or Liu Yuchen, they are no longer refugees or slaves in the wilderness, nor are they traded goods or fugitives that can be played with. Everyone grows much faster than they imagined. They are courageous, determined, and the choice of interests...

They have gradually shown various excellent qualities of qualified rulers. In other words, even without their own emperor, the empire will still develop steadily until it becomes a powerful group that is equal to super forces such as the Skeleton Knights.

Qi Yue has found it and has also found a fixed channel that can be connected to each other within the Red Republic Army. The lurking goal has been basically completed, and it is almost time to leave.

Use biological cultivation equipment from the 6571 base to create your own substitute and master everything you already have. Infiltration and intelligence work will also be further expanded

.Even if you return to the empire, you can still know that the situation here will change remotely.

Lin Xiang misses Ying Jia very much.

I miss that beautiful face, with a calm smile at all times, and the slender pair of straight and full of strength, outlined by thin stockings with beautiful curves.

When thinking is deeply trapped in the space of imagination, imagination and reality are entangled with each other.”

In the dream moment where she could not tell the truth, Lin Xiang seemed to see Ying Jia standing in front of her. She smiled as usual and squatted down, "unlocked the belt that tied her child, lowered her head, and gently sipped the most sensitive part on the top of the genitals, although it was just a fantasy", but the body had an extremely strong primitive impulse to release.

Indeed, I should go back.

There are many unsolved mysteries in the Red Republic Army. Liu Ping came, and the chances of finding the answer were obviously much greater.

But I'm really tired.

It is not physical fatigue, but the difficulty of thinking and consciousness instincts inability to change reality. Ideals are ultimately illusory pictures on paper. Being a real existence that can be touched by hands and eyes requires extremely hard work, and even the efforts of generations. Even if the entire wasteland is built into a brilliant civilization comparable to the old era, it only takes a few hundred nuclear bombs to destroy everything again.

Destruction is always much simpler than construction. Perhaps, this is the most fundamental difference between violence and civilization.

He pressed out the cigarette butt that was about to burn out in his hand. Lin Xiang sat upright, smiled for a long time, and said calmly: "Tell Gliffiz and let him send a puppet No. C as soon as possible."

The letter s is Lin Xiang's hidden code name within the Red Sè Republic Army. Puppet refers to a synthetic life form made using genes. In short, it is a substitute with exactly the same appearance as Lin Xiang.

Leave a piece and you can get it by yourself, "freedom".

The entire imperial capital had completely emptied the air. People who were driven out of the houses were forced to leave their residence under the guns of the city guards and secret policemen, carrying simple items, unwilling to accept it. But they could not help but drag their homes to the streets.

There were panic everywhere and at a loss. His eyes released an urgent need to find the answers and future expelled people. They used the residential area as units. Amid the rough and barbaric slogans and scoldings of soldiers and officers, they formed relatively independent small groups with hundreds of people. A harsh metal whistle sound came from the distant street entrance, and two "Strick" armored vehicles slowly drove up along the street. The heavy machine guns mounted on the roof and the soldiers armed with all the thunder formed a cordon.

As the civil affairs officials dispatched by the management committee registered their names for each person and completed all inspections one by one according to the information, the scattered team began to slowly march towards the assembly point outside the city under the escort of the armed personnel.

Half an hour later, the block that completed the eviction was empty. Occasionally, the wind blew over the sky, and the door of the open was pushed and shaking, making a harsh "squeaking" rub.

The broken pieces of paper and debris scattered on the ground were also swept into the air, and the sound of "whimpering" wind was swept into the air, aimlessly bullying up and down, and was taken far away to the end of the unnoticed horizon in the wilderness.

The sound of the engine and tire crushing the ground was getting closer and closer. Several armored trucks loaded with soldiers rushed into the residential area in the air like lightning and suddenly stopped. Except for the machine gunners who were responsible for controlling heavy weapons on the roof, all the soldiers jumped out of the car. Each of them was divided into a group, holding weapons diagonally, searching all rooms, behind the table, and inside the closet.

.Everything where people might be hidden will not be left out. When you walk quickly, you will occasionally bump into an object that is being brought down by a body or weapon. Gradually, the noise of breakage and fall from the room is getting louder and more dense, but no one raises objections or accusations about it."

Instead, it will bring about waves of curses venting anger and laughter deliberately.

A soldier walked out of the room he had searched. While opening the door, he kicked the cabinet next to the door post with silence. Suddenly, the closed cabinet door was suddenly pushed open from the inside, and a low black figure rushed out. The unprepared soldier lost his balance in an instant. "He took a few steps backwards, then leaned against the table and barely stood firm. Before he could think about it, he quickly grabbed the iron whistle hanging in front of him and stuffed it into the entrance and blew it hard, while grabbing the assault rifle and chasing it out.

A whistle suddenly sounded, urging the soldiers in the neighboring house to rush out. After judging the situation, they flattened the guns and half knelt on the ground. At the escapees who had already run to the street. Two seconds later, accompanied by the crisp gunfire, dark blood suddenly burst out from the back of the shadow. He tilted his body, staggered his feet and leaned against the wall next to the street, and slowly fell down helplessly.

"What the hell is going on?"

An officer with the captain's logo on his shoulder jumped out of the cab of the armored truck and ran over quickly while shouting.

The nearest soldier stepped forward a few steps, raised his right hand to his forehead and saluted, saying, "We found a hiding person who refused to accept the migration order, who has been shot dead."

The officer nodded in a heavy head, turned around and walked unhappily to the person who was still twitching. The bullets attacked from behind were dead and centered, and his current situation was at most seriously injured.

, "Try not to shoot. Even if he runs out, he will be captured by the troops guarding the streets on the spot. The Imperial Mine requires a large number of slaves, and one more person means he can dig an extra piece of ore."

As he said that, the officer unbuttoned the leather hood around his waist, pulled out his pistol, aimed at the still struggling fugitive without expression, and pulled the trigger hard to the middle of his extremely frightened eyes.

"The empire's medicines and food are very precious. If the other party refuses to arrest and is injured, then don't leave any living mouths. In addition, carrying the body into the car and dead people is also a kind of property. It's shameful to have it."

After the expansion of the area, the imperial capital had no strict walls. As a commemoration of the empire's founder and Alfra, the city gates in the eight main directions remained. The people who were closely escorted by armed soldiers, under the threat of armored vehicles and black muzzles, slowly gathered into thousands of huge crowds of people along the streets and the directions marked with arrows at the intersection. They slowly moved forward, gave up their homes, left the once familiar city, and arranged pre-arranged assembly sites outside the city. Every ten hundred-person teams merged into a brigade, with a numb expression, took simple and rough temporary rations and drinking water from the civil servants, and walked slowly towards places where they could not know the future in the distance.

The empire must eliminate those low-level citizens who cannot guarantee loyalty. The spreading sense of crisis is naturally to the "e" citizens who have not been stipulated in the migration order. The pressure caused by fear prompts them to obtain a higher status than the current level with a more urgent mentality. The soldiers are more brave and violent in fighting, and the speed of civilians' reclamation of wasteland has increased by nearly 30%. Surveyors collect intelligence and data in the target area in more detail.
Chapter completed!