Chapter 545 The Fifth City of the Alliance

  After walking around the gate of hell, Sberg felt like a different person, and suddenly had a new understanding of life and death.

  In the past, he was undoubtedly a coward. The wasteland was just outside the huge wall, but he didn't even dare to take a look.

   And now.

  Compared to pure death, he was more worried about leaving this world with regrets.

  What you want to do is best done as early as possible.

  To meet the person you want to see, you may not have to wait until next spring...

  The browsing room of Vault 404.

  Sitting in front of the managers of the league, Sberg looked embarrassed. Although he was mentally prepared, he was still a little nervous.

  He had just walked through a long snow field, and his boots seemed to have been soaked in water, which stained the floor here.

  Looking at Sberg, who was constantly changing his sitting posture, Chu Guang couldn't help laughing.

   "Take it easy, do I look scary?"

"That's not... I'm afraid I'll stain your sofa, sir," Sberg scratched his head and said in a low voice, "I haven't washed my clothes for a few days, and they were worn when I was in prison." .”

   Chu Guang suggested.

   "The gym next door has a shower room, you can go take a shower first."

"Thank you...this proposal is great, but let's wait a while," Sberg took out a letter from his arms, put it on the coffee table cautiously, and gently pushed it in front of Chu Guang, "Miss Alyssa learned that After the destination of my trip, please let me bring you a letter."

  Alyssa?

  Chu Guang had a good impression of that clever little girl. He remembered that she was Malvern's daughter, who had met once at the celebration.

  He picked up the envelope and opened it, taking out the letter paper inside.

  The handwriting on the paper is beautiful, and there is a faint fragrance.

  The letter described the upheavals currently taking place in Boulder City, explained the commitment and demands of the new authorities in Boulder City, and sincerely expressed their hope for the help of the Alliance.

  【...We agree with the idea of ​​material equality in the Union, authoritarian thoughts will be eradicated from our society, and we will formulate a new law that everyone must abide by from now on. We are willing to make some changes, and we are willing to do something for the people of the wasteland, fighting for the ideal of ending the era of the wasteland. Hopefully, we can join you, or at least be partners alongside you, in this new era. 】

  【I also implore you, if you can lend a helping hand to help us. 】

  In addition, Alisa also wrote in the letter that since the chips were invalidated, all the debts borrowed by Mr. Manager based on his ability were also written off...

  Chu Guang couldn't help smiling after reading it.

  On the one hand, it was because of Alisa’s cunning when she mentioned debt in the letter, and on the other hand, she was surprised by her growth.

  It seems that in the short period of two months, a lot of things have really happened in the neighbors of the alliance...

   If it were Malvern, it would probably play the chip-denominated debt as a bluffing economic card. In fact, the old man has already done this, and the result is that the league has prepared all the principal and interest for the next five or even ten years.

  You want chips, we will give you chips.

  But Alisa is different from her father, and uses it in a different way——

  Since this card has essentially failed, it is better to discard it from the hand and use the economic card as a diplomatic card.

   This is not self-harm to gain sympathy from the Alliance.

   Instead, it expresses the position of the new authorities in Boulder City—they want to cut off from the past and embrace the ideal of equality in a true sense.

  Anyone but a badass guy would have helped them through, let alone the proclamations of the league.

   "It's a big deal... The debt of more than 3.5 billion yuan can be forgiven if you say it. If we don't do anything, it will appear that we are stingy."

  Chu Guang smiled, did not open the letter, folded the letter, looked at Sberg and continued.

   "Bring us a message when you go back, we will help."

  Sberg said with an embarrassed smile.

   "Excuse me."

  Chu Guang shook his head.

   "Where is the matter, we are all descendants of the People's Federation, let alone we are so close."

   In fact, he's already doing it.

  The more than 200 players who stayed in Boulder City before were not just watching the excitement and broadcasting it to the official website.

  The residents of the refuge have their own discipline and their own moral values, and they will not sit idly by when they see mercenaries and looters doing things.

   However, most of the chaos was indeed resolved by the people of Boulder City themselves. The players really didn't stand in the center of the stage this time.

This change is essentially an uprising launched by the survivors of Boulder City who couldn't bear the exploitation of the nobles. If we want to say what role the alliance has played, it probably used economic means to break up the control of the nobles over all classes, which is equivalent to putting a gun in a gun. The ammunition was paid.

The chips issued by the lords have become waste products. The soldiers don't want to fight for the lords, and the workers don't want to work for the lords. Everyone would rather believe a fictional and abstract Bohr than believe anything House said. talk.

  The lords are not as smart as the slaves imagined. Not only do they make stupid tricks frequently, but they also light the powder keg again and again, causing most of the citizens caught in the middle to fall to the side of the outer city.

  This change has already been won before it started, what people lack is the courage to make the final decision.

   But even so, Chu Guang had to admit that this was a unique miracle.

  Although they shed some blood, they didn't turn the whole street red.

   Judging from the player's broadcast on the forum, vicious violence was not absent that night.

   Some of them were discovered and stopped by the players, but more tragedies were submerged in dark corners, and in the end only the heavy snow that buried everything knew.

  However, in the history of the past century, the residents of Boulder City have paid the price in blood countless times.

   It's time to succeed.

  After suffering enough from the darkness, they finally joined hands to ignite the fire to dispel the darkness. This change is not only a miracle with a probability of less than 1%, but also an inevitable occurrence with a high probability.

   There is also a small note in the envelope.

  Chu Guang shook it out and unfolded it in his hands.

   It is still the graceful handwriting, but with a touch of joy and lightness.

  【Thank you for your encouragement! If it wasn't for your words, I wouldn't have stood up bravely at that time! 】

  【Alyssa will definitely live up to your expectations and become a better person! ^-^]

  Looking at the sunny words, Chu Guang was slightly stunned for a moment, and his heart tightened suddenly.

  He looked at Sberg and said seriously.

   "Can you tell me about your affairs?"

  Sberger froze for a moment, then nodded.

"no problem…"

   That's what everyone in the Workers' Association asked him to do.

  He came here not just for an appointment, nor just to bring a letter for Alisa, but also to bring the story of the workers' association to the alliance.

  As a hostage of residents of the inner city, he was released by the "surrenderers" in the inner city until the middle of the night amid the deafening shouts of the people.

  He didn't personally experience those miraculous hours before nightfall, but the guys at the union told him all about it.

   Including that they almost abandoned the bottom line in silence and became accomplices of the mob, and the sincere apology of the little girl named Alisa reminded them of their program——Bohr’s words and deeds.

  The militia group was unexpectedly able to fight when facing mercenaries, but instead raised their guns when facing compatriots... This is also completely different from the prediction he saw in the screening room, or even completely opposite.

  Obviously, Mr. Fang Ming's calculations took into account the ugliness of human nature.

   But in the model it deduces, there seems to be only the ugly part.

   It's not to blame.

  After all, in the past century and a half, human beings have shown almost only the ugly side in front of it, and it has become more and more ugly in the trend that can be met, and it is getting farther and farther away from the first generation of residents who created it...

  However, the complexity of human beings lies in the fact that human beings are not something that can be defined by a few simple "labels".

  Those militiamen who have never been on the battlefield are not real soft-legged shrimps. Instead, the ones running away with their tails between their legs are Weilun wearing power armor.

   The teams of ten and a hundred people who were sent to the city to carry out the order, when they learned that they were carrying out the order of justice, they bet their lives and courage. They also feel hesitant when carrying out some "unconventional" orders.

  Especially that centurion named Joey.

  His family members are all "hostages" in the inner city.

  However, when he saw Alisa with open arms, he finally made a choice from the standpoint of "human being" and decided to "bring victory and glory to his children."

  Instead of making your choices a story to be ashamed of, make yourself a shame your kids can't tell.

  Sberger simply said what he saw in the screening room.

  Whether it is the past of Boulder City, or the hundreds of possibilities in the deduction, or the tens of thousands of possibilities that I have not read.

"…Honestly speaking, not to mention Mr. Fang Ming, I also think that Boulder City must be hopeless, but the result of the matter surprised me. Maybe it's like I saw a green-haired man in a certain 'ending' What the girl said, we actually have the ability to correct mistakes, we didn't really feel superior when we were slaves."

   When talking about this, Sberg sighed with relief, and suddenly laughed happily, like a child who just walked out of the examination room.

  After listening to this long story, Chu Guang is also sincerely happy for these people who have completed self-salvation, but more is still afraid for a while.

  He just said it casually at the time, but he didn't expect that he almost killed a kind girl.

  If she doesn’t pick up the hairpin, she won’t fall behind, if she doesn’t set such a high moral standard for herself, she won’t stand up at that time.

   Actually, the lady she saved was not a nice person either.

   Although the final result was not bad, if what Sberg said was true, then she was almost standing on a steel rope at that time, and there were bottomless cliffs on both sides.

   That is the abyss of human nature.

  If there were no Workers’ News, Workers’ Association, and Bohr’s story, everyone would have nothing that could be regarded as a platform, or if this guy with a pen in front of him wrote as he pleases, tragedy might have already happened.

  Chu Guang couldn't help but sweat for her.

   It's a miracle she survived...

   Of course, she is not alone in the miracle.

  If Fang Ming didn't make a move, the guy named Sberg in front of him would definitely die in prison. To be rewarded by two inhuman masters at the same time, and to be picked up by an AI that has awakened "humanity" at the same time, this is simply the luck of winning the first prize in the lottery.

   This guy is still alive, and he can sit here peacefully and tell stories to himself. This is the biggest miracle of the "Big Rock Revolution"!

   "Who is your current leader?" Chu Guang asked the question he was most concerned about.

  Sberger shook his head.

"Not for the time being...someone proposed to imitate Ideal City and create a council without a chairman, which can be regarded as a continuation of the ideal of the first-generation residents that 'there is no living lord in Boulder City', but we always feel that the ideal city's approach is not enough for us. By the time."

   "Your intuition is right," Chu Guang nodded, and continued, "Doing this is equivalent to creating a new inner city."

"So someone suggested that the Militia and the Workers' Association elect their own representatives and take turns being the city lord...But Joey felt that it was not a good idea to let the militia members be the lord of the city. He felt that there were opportunists hidden in his team. So, we didn't think about it either. Alright, let’s set up a crisis office first, finalize the constitution, and then slowly transition to a new authority.”

   When it came to this, Sberg said embarrassedly.

   "They also asked me to ask you... if you would like to take over this mess. We have looked at your constitution, and in fact, what we want is similar to what you are already doing."

  The ideal of Ideal City is poison to most wastelanders except themselves, but the "survivors of the alliance unite" is just right for the revived Boulder City.

  We are only 20 to 30 kilometers apart, and it is too strange to distinguish each other.

  However, the residents of the inner city have made too much of a mess. They are like beggars now. I am really embarrassed to say that please let us live in the same house with you.

  Looking at the anxious Sberg, Chu Guang also had mixed feelings in his heart.

  At first, he just wanted to dig a corner, but he didn't expect to dig the whole wall.

certainly.

  He certainly wouldn't leave them alone.

  Don’t say it’s 500,000, it’s 5 million people. As long as they actively embrace progressive ideas and don’t rush in and make a mess of him and the player’s community, then they are partners on the same front.

   Ask why.

  There is only one reason.

  Because the alliance is not an empire, but a united front for human revival—an alliance of all survivors united.

  He never forgot what he said, this is a place where survivors gather together to keep warm.

"welcome!"

  Chu Guang looked at Sberg with a smile, "We welcome you to join the big family of the alliance. You have already cut off from the past. We are very happy to have another comrade in arms on the front line to end the wasteland era."

  Sberger looked at him in surprise.

   "You... agree?"

  Chu Guang nodded.

   "But we won't let you join us right away. You are a settlement of 500,000 people. We need a smooth transition time. Please understand our difficulties."

  Sberger nodded quickly.

   "I understand! It's not just me...others will also understand. If the gate of the giant wall is opened now, the entire Qingquan City will be full of predators."

   "Not only the predators, but also the wave of the coming year, we need the fortress of Boulder City to share some of the pressure," Chu Guang paused, and continued, "Who is the representative of the Workers Association?"

   "Lovitt," said Sberger immediately, "we agree that his speeches in the newspaper studio played an integral role in mobilizing at least half the workers and stopping more than half of the atrocities."

   Lovett?

  Chu Guang froze for a moment, and said with a strange expression.

   "Is he still a carpenter?"

  Sberger's eyes widened in surprise.

   "Do you know him?"

   "No... nothing." Chu Guang shook his head.

   Maybe it's just a coincidence.

  History is the inevitable result of countless coincidences.

   After a pause, Chu Guang looked at him seriously and said.

"I will give you a copy of our law, and you can ask for your opinions to make some additions. In addition, I will send some commissioners to help you. Among them are the staff of the refugee home, and there are experts from the shelter... They can help you solve some real problems."

   "Thank you so much!" Sberg scratched the back of his head and said embarrassedly, "By the way... we still have to choose someone who makes up his mind. This is also our consensus, or you can decide."

   "You can decide this kind of thing yourself. The alliance only makes macro-level planning to ensure that the laws of the alliance are normally implemented in each settlement in accordance with the regulations, as well as the military security of each settlement, etc..."

  Looking at the anxious Sberg, Chu Guang smiled and continued.

   "Actually, you don't need to consult me. You have done a good job so far. You can complete the last step and choose a new city owner yourself."

   "Of course, if the new city lord does not do well enough, or betrays our ideals, I will dismiss him without hesitation."

  If a group of natural servants win, Chu Guang will not give them the power to decide their own destiny, and it will become a game of power in the end. He will not even allow them to join the alliance at all.

   It is their destiny to follow the alliance as a collaborator like the lion and honey badger. When they figure it out, they will wake up.

  However, the survivors of Boulder City are still saved. They completed the redemption by themselves and took the initiative to close the man-eating casino.

   There is a high probability that this kind of miracle will not happen.

   But since it happened, it should continue.

  The first-generation residents of Boulder City said that there is no living lord in Boulder City, so they should respect the wishes of those great people.

Sberg felt a little regretful, but felt that what Chu Guang said was reasonable, and it could also settle some voices within them who did not trust the alliance—the workers' union would rather choose a worker to be the city lord than let the alliance choose a new one for them. sir.

   I didn’t expect that the alliance didn’t care who stood up as a representative among them, and never thought of riding on them as a master.

  Sberger breathed a sigh of relief.

   "Although... I hope you can take over the militia and those equipment stocks as soon as possible. Joey is a good man, but at this juncture, good people alone are not enough."

   Chu Guang nodded.

   "No problem, I will transfer the First Alliance Corps and Burning Corps to maintain order, and complete the reorganization of the Boulder City militia, and the salaries of those militias will be paid by the Alliance's logistics department."

  Silver coins have actually been circulated inside and outside the Boulder City, and the Burning Corps has already entered part of it. This work will not be too difficult.

  Sberger nodded, expressing his understanding.

   Now there is only one thing he wants to ask...

   "City Master... I mean that Mr. Fang Ming, is it really gone?"

  He remembered that Fang Ming told him that it was going to stay on the north bank of Linghu Lake for a while and spend the last time there.

  The monolithic building collapsed this morning.

   It's definitely gone...

   Seeing the reluctance in Sberg's eyes, Chu Guang thought for a while, and then spoke slowly.

  “My assistant told me that it passed away without any regrets, and I am very pleased that you have reached the ending it never imagined.

   "If you don't want to disappoint that gentleman, then take the memory of it and continue walking towards the new era."

   "What you said is also...we can't always expect the city lord to solve all problems." When he said this, Sberg seemed relieved.

  Looking at the worker who got up and was about to leave, Chu Guang suddenly remembered something, and called out to him.

   "By the way, I said I would show you to try on my equipment."

   He almost forgot such an important thing!

  Sberg, who stopped in his tracks, was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect the manager to say that, and then he said dumbfoundedly.

   "Ah? Are you serious? I am already very happy to be able to chat with you like this, so there is no need for that."

  He couldn't afford it.

   But Chu Guang didn't care, and walked over with a smile.

   "I'm not kidding, I'm here, give it a try... Come with me."

  Sberg nodded guiltily, followed Chu Guang out of the browsing room, and went all the way to the elevator entrance on the B3 floor.

  The azure blue power armor stopped there.

  Looking at the open hatch, Sberg slipped in carefully, and with the help of Chu Guang, he closed the armor on his back and the visor of his helmet.

  Looking at this worker who was more than twice as burly in stature, Chu Guang said with a smile.

"How does it feel?"

  The blue tin can stood there motionless for a long time, when a distressed cry suddenly came out of the armor.

   "I...can't move."

  Chu Guang froze for a moment, then slapped the back of his head.

   "Almost forgot...Xiao Qi, increase the engine output power of the armor to 100%."

  Xiao Qi's answer came from next to his ear.

"receive!"

  As the electricity generated by cold fusion poured into various parts of the armor, Sberg wearing the power armor was finally able to move.

  Although he moves a little clumsily, like a drunk.

  Looking at him like this, Chu Guang couldn't help but think of the time when he just got the power armor from shelter 117, and he missed it very much.

  Since breaking through LV30, he has basically switched to the most power-saving non-powered mode, relying on body strength to drive the armor.

  After arriving at LV40, he has basically gotten used to the weight of the power armor, and he can walk freely even without turning on the power supply at all.

  Fang Ming turned into a human at the end.

   And he seems to be getting farther and farther away from the identity of "human being"...

   After experiencing the feeling of infinite strength for a while, Sberg got out of the iron can.

  Moving his sore arm, he looked at Chu Guang with a hesitant expression, and finally couldn't help the surprise in his heart, and asked in a low voice.

   "You... don't you usually turn on the power?"

  Chu Guang smiled and said modestly.

   "It's better to turn it on when necessary."

   "Unbelievable..." Sberg looked at him in amazement, his eyes almost popped out, "You can actually wear it as clothes."

  How strong is this guy? !

  His story is still written too conservatively, maybe Boll in power armor is not his opponent...

  Chu Guang patted Siberg's shoulder lightly, and said with a smile.

   "So it turns out that the Awakened can defeat power armor. Take this news back and tell your fellow workers."

   "That title of yours is not an exaggeration at all!"

  …

   Boulder City.

  On the square at the junction of the inner city and the outer city, a group of disgraced people stood.

  They are all inner city residents with black cards.

   Outside of them, surrounded by a group of militiamen with live ammunition.

   It is worth mentioning that Wei Lun, the captain of the 1,000th team, was found.

   This coward was wearing a power armor and hid in a warehouse in the outer city, blocking the door tightly. He probably planned to wait for the limelight to pass and escape the city, but he forgot to turn off the locator.

   It's a joke to say, he has never even been a supervisor of a team, and he doesn't even remember that function on his power armor.

  The militiamen who occupied the command post quickly found him according to the location information.

  He was the first to give the order to shoot, and although his men raised their guns, the protesting residents still killed some people.

  He knelt on the square with a dead face, his eyes glazed over, and he didn't know whether he was regretting the original order, or regretting that he didn't wear the power armor to resist.

  Maybe able to pull a few padded backs...

maybe.

  By the way, he is lucky to be able to kneel here and beg for forgiveness.

   When Zhao Yongxu, the head of the militia, died at the hands of mercenaries who were worried about his property while fleeing. And Russell, Joey's immediate boss, didn't even have a chance to put on the power armor, so he was shot and killed by his subordinates during the mutiny.

  Of the five thousand commanders, he was the only one left.

  Although only Commander Wei Lun was kneeling, and most of the inner city residents were standing, their faces were still pale.

  There are a total of 1,507 residents holding black cards, including 400 to 500 people under the age of 16, and more than 300 people over 60 years old.

   All are waiting for the verdict of the angry residents.

   Accompanied by several workers, Alisa found her family members in the corner of the square and ran over anxiously.

   "Mom! Brother!"

   Warfel stared intently at Alisa who was running towards this side, remained silent without answering, and suddenly raised his hand and slapped her hard.

"Snapped-!"

   Didn't sleep all night, Alisa's head was already buzzing, this slap stunned her, she fell sideways, and sat on the ground blankly without getting up.

   Warfel was quickly pinned to the ground by two militiamen, and the furious Joey went up and kicked him, cursing this coward.

   Warfel, who was pushed to the ground, didn't seem to notice it, and spat at Alisa, twisting his **** face into a ball.

   "Go away! We don't have you in our family! Stay away!"

   Covering her stinging face, Alisa stared blankly at the hysterical Warfel, and couldn't help but seep tears from her eyes.

   But she didn't cry.

"elder brother…"

   "You're crazy! She's your sister—" Kixiu stared at his brother angrily, and tried to help Alisa up from the ground, but was held back by his mother.

   Gueneth shook her head, and gave her younger son a pleading look.

  She didn't know why.

  The moment she was surrounded by those servants, she felt like she was going to die.

   But seeing that Alisa was fine, she suddenly felt less scared.

   It's not bad if one survives.

   Hope those people just shoot her and don't do anything unnecessary...

   "Enough! Are you going to beat people to death?"

   The loud voice scolded the militiamen who beat up Warfel.

   Lovett strode up to the man with a bruised nose and a swollen face. He wanted to reach out and pull him up, but seeing the distorted smile, he stopped his hand again.

   "I'm ashamed of you, sir." Lovett looked at the poor creature with pity.

   Until now, he still thinks everyone is as ugly as him.

"Then you'll kill me!" He spat out a mouthful of **** saliva, Warfel stared at him, then glanced at the militiamen around him, and suddenly laughed, "Shoot, kill me! "

  He seems to know where he will go, and he is not afraid at all.

   Lovett looked him straight in the eyes.

   "I wouldn't do that."

   "Why! Shoot!! Why don't you shoot!" Warfel was silent at first, and suddenly shouted like crazy, reaching out to grab his shoes, but was dodged.

   Lovett kicked his dirty hands away, the pity in his eyes gradually turning to contempt.

   "Why? Still asking this question."

   "How many times do I have to say, because we are not you."

  Warfell was stunned.

   This sentence sounds familiar.

   Someone seemed to say the same thing to him yesterday...

   Are these people an appointment?

  Why even the tone of speech is exactly the same...

   Lovett continued calmly.

"If we're going to kill you, it must be because you've broken our laws since the sun rose today, not because I wanted to chop you up and feed them to the dogs, so I shot you. Although I bet , People like you must have taken what you said as fart, but we are not you."

  Warfell stared blankly at the bearded man with his mouth swollen into a sausage.

   Lovett paused and continued.

   "We have a program, it is not perfect, but we do what we say, we only need a new beginning, then we only need a beginning."

   "We will confiscate your ill-gotten gains. After all, it was taken from us. Don't try to argue with us. We are calculating this account."

   "And from now on, you are the citizens of Boulder City, and you also have to find a job to support yourself."

   "Of course, if you're afraid of us, get your bags and get out of here!"

   Taking one last look at the huddled wretch, Lovett said contemptuously.

   "Take these fists as a lesson. Beating others in the street, and in front of the guards, according to the crisis management regulations, we should whip you."

  He helped Alisa up, asked the doctor to take her to rest, and then walked up to the residents of the inner city with a loudspeaker.

   he shouted in a loud voice.

   "Residents of the inner city listen up!"

   "This is a joint decision made by the militia, the union of workers and the crisis office. Now you have two choices."

"One is to take the initiative to confess your property in Boulder City, take the initiative to hand over everything you took from us, and then start anew with us as a citizen of Boulder City. From now on, there will be no inner city and outer city. difference!"

   "Or, if you don't trust us, then take your luggage and get out of here, and go to the wasteland to find your utopia!"

"Of course, we will liquidate your assets, and you will need to explain the source of every large deposit in your account, and the whereabouts of every large expenditure. serving time in prison!"

   After saying these words, Lovett beckoned, and several crisis office staff set up a table on the square, allowing these gentlemen who lost their black cards to decide their own fate.

  Bonnie's eyes were red from crying.

   This upheaval almost cost her everything.

  Her husband died, her brother died, and her family members... More than half of the top officers of the militia died last night.

  She tightly held the hand of her youngest son Kumit, her eyes blurred by tears were full of despair and confusion about the future.

   "Why are they so cruel..."

   What should I do next?

  Outside is a man-eating wasteland...

  The same is true for Kumit. After losing his friends, he no longer sees youthful frivolity and high-spiritedness on his face.

  He looked around in fear, his teeth trembling with fear.

  Last night, his father called him to the conference hall. He watched the S coins liquidate instantly, and was too scared to go there.

  Hiding in the bed, he shivered in the dark until dawn the next day, and then he heard the news of his father's death from his mother...

  Perhaps his father is the real "smart man", who walked away with that "brilliant" era and went back to accompany the old men of his ancestors.

  I should also die in that collapsed building.

   But he really can't muster the courage...

  Looking at those crying poor people, the electrician standing next to Lovett couldn't help but curse.

   "Damn...give them a good time, a bunch of cowards!"

   Lovett shrugged.

   "I understand your feelings, but you should also think about those outer city residents who hid in the inner city."

  The electrician frowned.

   "What does it have to do with them? They are the hostages of those people. We have long since decided not to settle accounts with them."

"It was after the militiamen revolted that they became hostages," Lovett looked at him and corrected him, "They used to be accomplices of the nobles in the inner city, or they licked Grandpa Stephen's leather shoes and whip, or why did they Can you hide in at that time? Could it be that the master rewarded them for his kindness?"

  The electrician stopped talking. Thinking about it, it made sense. Logic is never one-sided, but has both sides.

   Lovett sighed.

"To account for 'them', there must be accounted for 'them', endless 'them'. First we have to account for the militia who killed civilians by mistake in the riots, and for those who did bad things but stopped, and then we need to account for those who stood in line Incomplete, keeping silent while watching the atrocities committed by Master Stephen... is enough, we are not absolutely good people, we have also been silent, and even almost became them."

   "We've wiped out all of Lord Stephen, they're our ghosts now. Let's stop here, you and I don't want to see those dirty things nailed in the coffin roll back."

   This is also the reason why he didn't kill Warfel.

  Of course he has the right to do this. At most, Alisa will cry again, but more people will cheer, and those who feel inappropriate will not say anything, and will just keep their mouths shut and remain silent in a correct atmosphere.

  He understands a simple truth, nutritional cream and cakes are real things that exist in the world, not related to reality and fairy tales, but just the quantity.

   However, if you want both the sweetness of the cake and the fullness of the nutrient cream, that is a truly unrealistic fairy tale.

  Whether to cross the boundary or not to cross the boundary, they can only choose one of them in the end.

  Bohr has countless chances to be Master Stephen, he has plenty of strength, but he only has one chance to be Ball.

  Lovitt knows a lot of things that Alyssa doesn't.

The militia did not defect because of her tears or cuteness. Most of the militia proposed a month ago to pay their salaries in dinars or silver coins, but they were rejected. The reason on our side.

It's not that there are bad people in their team. Those people took advantage of the riots to rob some residents, but most of them let them go after finding out that these residents were poor like themselves. Soldiers and the ultimate union.

  The Workers Association said on the radio that if the past is wiped out, they will keep their promises.

  The militia group didn't speak, but it didn't mean that the soldiers couldn't see it. There was a hint of vigilance in the eyes staring at them.

  The soldiers who settled the old accounts of the nobles are supportive, they don't like those masters, and they don't mind turning a blind eye.

  But this kind of thing is one thing and there are two. When will it end?

  Do you want to count them too?

  In any case, this is not a good signal for them. Once the trust cracks, a bigger disaster will be brewed.

  Lovitt remembered every word he said.

  They want to establish a law that everyone abides by, and completely cut off from the past. From now on, everyone will live in the sunshine of the new era, and be wary of this settlement turning into a dark jungle again.

   At this time, a militiaman came over.

   "Comrade Lovett, someone at the door wishes to see you."

   Lovett looked at him and asked.

"who?"

  The militiaman replied.

   "Melvin, he was carrying five truckloads of food and daily necessities, which should have been bought from the Union... He begged us to let his family go."

   Lovett narrowed his eyes.

   "Is this a deal?"

  The militiaman shook his head.

   "Probably not, he gave us the food first, then knelt on the ground and begged us for mercy... I pulled him up, that guy felt like he was crazy."

   Lovett was silent for a while, his eyes were not so sharp.

"Tell him we remember the fire five years ago, and we remember other people who did **** things than that, and we'll nail their past in history with the collapsed building on the pillar of shame."

   "But the reckoning ends here."

  Even if Master Stephen is killed, there will be no more corpses and more flies on the street.

   But now, they're united—

   All Lord Stephens will be afraid of them!

  Lovitt has no doubts, and is extremely convinced...

  …

  After finishing the liquidation of the residents of the inner city, the upheaval in Boulder City has come to an end, and everyone started to clean up the mess everywhere.

  With their backs to the midday sun, some frozen corpses were dragged out of the snow.

   Among them are men, women, children and the elderly. Some were found on the street, while others were dragged from small alleys.

  In addition to deep condolences, it seems that what people can do is to engrave this painful memory on their tombstones, and carry on with their share.

  At this time, someone suddenly suggested that since Jushicheng is so short of food, it is better to do it more thoroughly and let them truly become a part of our body.

   This is an extremely ugly and bad idea, but from a realistic point of view, this settlement of more than half a million people does not seem to have many options.

  The slime mold fruiting bodies can provide too little nutrients, and it is impossible to hunt them on a large scale in winter.

  When people are hungry and crazy, they will do some crazy things. In a sense, those Marauders are the ones who went mad in the wasteland.

   They didn't become the new masters.

   But at the moment is in danger of becoming something else...

   Fortunately, things have taken a new turn.

  They are not as isolated and helpless as they were a century and a half ago. The nearest neighbors are only 20 to 30 kilometers away from them.

   Just when people were hesitating whether to send their dead compatriots into the nutrient paste conversion furnace, a piece of amazing good news suddenly came from outside the gate of the giant wall—

  The Alliance is here!

  (end of this chapter)