Chapter 829 The Smell of the Corpse Has Drifted Out of the Coffin (1/2)

Downstream of the Yongliu River, at the inland pier of Golden Gallen Port, several young men in uniform were standing next to the newsstand.

They are the marine police in this area, mainly responsible for detecting smuggling, maintaining order at the docks and shipping, and rescuing drowning stowaways.

Compared with the warlords in Huzhou and Baozhou who shot refugees crossing the border, the authorities in Jingallan Port were more tolerant of illegal immigration.

For moral reasons, the authorities will not deport them, but they cannot allow the refugees to rush to the city.

Normally, they would send the refugees to settlements in the suburbs, allowing them to live temporarily and find some jobs at the docks, or help them introduce some jobs, and at the same time teach them some simple life skills and the laws they must understand.

After leaving the resettlement site, these refugees will receive a work card with a tax number on it, which serves as proof of their identity.

If they get an ID card in the future, the tax number will directly become their ID number.

In fact, in order to obtain identity as soon as possible, most stowaways will take the initiative to find them after landing.

It is precisely because of this that their work is relatively easy, and they will hang out at the newsstand when they are not busy.

The newspaper they were holding at the moment was the latest issue of the "Daily Survivor", and the content published on the headlines was the Saipan Harbor tragedy that happened a week ago.

The newspaper recorded in detail the cause and effect of the incident and the whole story of the incident.

The cause was that a laborer named Orissa died of exhaustion on the dock, which led to other local free laborers to go on strike in protest.

The labor agencies controlled by the authorities pretended to agree to the protesters' demands, but immediately reneged after the peak shipping period and imported slaves from other places on a large scale in an attempt to replace the uncooperative freedmen, thus completely igniting the anger of the freedmen.

It happened that the warehouses at the port were piled with munitions that the legion planned to transport to the front line.

So an uprising started with fire as the trigger, and in the end it obviously got out of control.

Due to the delay in news, they didn't know until now that such a terrible thing happened on the other side of the land just below their feet...

"You really deserve it..." A young marine policeman couldn't help but cursed and turned the page of the newspaper angrily.

The next page is about Janusz, the self-proclaimed king.

However, the reporter from the "Survivor Daily" branch in Chipsport was not open-minded after all. He didn't know much about this guy. He only knew that he used to be Alaya's subordinate and had participated in the butterfly swimming competition on the outskirts of Kinggallon Harbor. He was considered a Veteran.

The Thirteenth Army set out from Xifan Port and is setting fire to the hinterland of the empire. It is still unknown where it will hit...

Unlike the young marine policeman, the older man next to him shrugged his shoulders.

"But civilians are innocent."

"innocent?"

The young man looked at his colleagues with wide eyes, as if he had heard something unbelievable.

"Are your compatriots Welrants? Did the uprising break out for no reason? The first person to die was named Orissa, and more than three thousand Borneos died there! How can you sympathize with slave owners and slave owners? Imperialist?"

Many people may not have looked at it and selectively ignored the "lowly" name Orissa, but he clearly remembered that this name was the beginning of everything.

He no longer cares what race that person is, in his eyes that person is his compatriot, a Borno!

As for Janusz and the Heavenly King's Army, they were just flames that spread later.

Vaillant is the one who really started the fire!

The lackey of the empire is playing with fire, skewering his compatriots on skewers and roasting them over the fire!

Now that they are out of luck, they are only bringing the blame on themselves.

He only hated that the fire could not reach the Triumph City, but burned on the land of Borneo Province, making those exploited the price of exploitation and making his compatriots endure the torture of war.

He believed that more than one person in the entire Golden Gallon Harbor thought this way, and he had seen what West Sailor Harbor looked like in more than one newspaper.

Looking at the excited young man, the older marine policeman sighed and said.

"That's what I mean when I say innocent. The survivors of Sailsport are innocent... of course, including the civilians of the dead Wilantes. They left their homes and came to our home to open up territory for the Legion, and finally became politicians. They are their victims. I don’t think they have enjoyed much of the benefits of the colony.”

Everything is compared, macro and macro comparison, micro and micro comparison.

The Alliance did not engage in colonization, but engaged in win-win cooperation, and the lives of the Alliance residents were not bad. He has never been to Shuguang City, but he has seen the changes in Jingallang Port. He cannot be sure that the other party is doing charity and the development outside his home is better than that at home.

"...They are all victims, and what is truly reprehensible are the rules of exploitation and endless greed."

But this is only an afterthought.

By the time he got the paper, it was all over.

The Weirant people were probably venting their anger in Sailsport, but the survivors in Borneo were gradually waking up.

Just like the young man next to him, the first reaction was not which tribe Orissa belonged to, but how dare those big noses kill my tribe!

It would be naive if the Legion thought that by killing a city's people they could conquer them.

In the history of the Awami League, imperialism has never truly won. It has always moved from one quagmire to another, and was eventually submerged in the torrent of the times.

This war has just begun.

So what if there's an airship?

What if you inherit an inheritance?

Who didn’t come out of the desert two hundred years ago?

As long as history moves forward, they will eventually be submerged in the endless sea of ​​humanity...

While the two were arguing or even quarreling, Kapil was flipping through Mr. Mouse's collected works.

He is not interested in war.

Ever since the shells took away his right arm and sent him to a prisoner of war camp, those deafening sounds could no longer shake him.

But those shocking words can still do it.

He was a reader of "Mr. Rat" while in the prisoner of war camp.

And it was precisely because he read the article "Red Earth" that he decided to stay.

The authorities of Golden Gallen Port reached a consensus with the empire on the return of prisoners of war. However, due to the Shifeng Mountain Incident, the people of Golden Gallen Port took to the streets to petition. Therefore, the authorities did not force the prisoners of war to return home, but changed the policy to go home. Stay voluntary.

At that time, Kapil spent a sum of money and used the saved wages to get the captain who came to receive the prisoners of war to count him as severely disabled and allow him to stay in Golden Gallon Port to continue receiving "humanitarian treatment."

In fact, after he installed the prosthetic limb produced by Boulder City, apart from having to charge it every three days, it had no impact on his daily life and work. The money was just to preserve the honor of his family and family.

After that, the prisoner-of-war camp was transformed into a refugee settlement, and he was transferred here to become a marine policeman.

Just as Kapil was flipping through his anthology, a ringing sound came from the dock in the distance.

I saw a cargo ship slowly sailing into the river port with the double-knife flag on a green background and the royal emblem.

"A big ship is coming." Putting the newspaper back on the newsstand, the slightly older marine policeman put on his hat, "That's strange, is there any news about the big ship's flight from the port today?"

Another marine policeman next to him narrowed his eyes and grinned.

"The Xilan royal family's merchant ship, these people never report their number when they come here... They still regard it as their own home, haha."

It is not a hard and fast rule to send a telegram to apply for flight number and berth before the big ship sets off, it is just to reduce the trouble between the two parties.

After all, the berths at inland river ports are tight and the transportation resources are limited. There are not berths to park ships at all times.

When the transport capacity reached its peak, the river was blocked, so relevant regulations were introduced.

However, the emperor of Borneo never complied, and his merchant ships often forgot to apply, either arriving one day early or one day late.

Several water policemen murmured.

"Tsk, I'm most annoyed by these unruly people."

"Check him!"

"...There is no emperor in Golden Gallon Port. Everyone is the same. Go up and have a look."

"Here you go, wait for me."

Kapil also put the collection of essays back on the newspaper, left a banknote and handed it to the stall owner, asking him to keep the unfinished collection of essays for him and come back later to get it.

The group of people walked to the dock and happened to see the owner of the merchant ship and the port staff on the dock shouting.

"We arrived a day early, help us find a berth!"

The port manager rolled his eyes.

"There is no berth for you to queue up on the river!"

The captain was anxious because of the distinguished guests behind him, but it was inconvenient to speak clearly and he could only threaten.

"Aren't you afraid that we will block the river?"

The port manager joked

"You're trying to scare me, try blocking me."

The captain was so angry that he had itching teeth, but there was nothing he could do.

Fortunately, Wu Tuo and the ministers were paying no attention to him at this moment. They all stared blankly at the shore, and without exception, they all opened their mouths in surprise.

Especially Prince Dilip, who came here with Alaya and was squatting in a small house in the Krabagh market on the outskirts of the city.

As for this place, it was originally a muddy reed swamp, and he even had an impression of the path along the river.

But the path was no longer visible, replaced by a wider and longer cement road.

Detached huts are scattered in an orderly manner on the edge of the river port. There are bicycles tied to the door of the small courtyard full of flowers and plants, and there are also mailboxes painted vertically with green paint.

Although not every hut is so exquisite and exquisite, those exquisite and exquisite houses are no longer inferior to the citizens of Tiandu.

Occasionally, there are one or two unique mansions, and even a prince with such taste as him can't help but express his admiration and envy on his face, and he has the idea of ​​buying two of them.

Speaking of which...

The Governor's Mansion in Nihak is not so grand, right?

Dilip thought he had entered the affluent area of ​​Golden Gallen Harbor, but he didn't know that this place could only be regarded as its suburbs, and it was also an outer suburb far away from the harbour.

Those who live nearby are either dock workers at inland ports, female workers in textile factories, or businessmen and dignitaries who often travel to Huzhou and Baozhou.

Since the land in the outer suburbs is cheap and there are not as many rules as in the city, the wealthy people in Huzhou and Baozhou like to put their second homes here, buy a large piece of land, and then hire a designer from Jinjalun Port Build a mansion in Alliance or Legion style.

In addition to those elegantly decorated buildings, you can also vaguely see rows of square buildings as high as city walls from a distance.

These buildings are usually not far from factories and stations, with rows of windows neatly lined up on the walls, like ears of corn, housing new residents.

"This is...my Golden Gallon Port?"

Wu Tuo was completely stunned, and it took him a long time to squeeze out such a sentence from his mouth.

Dilip had been here last year at least, and his impression of this place was even more distant. He only remembered that there was a patch of red soil on the edge of the Everliu River, and plantations on the other side. Beyond that, there were endless low shacks and tall walls. Camp Lowell.

Being a governor here is a hard job. After all, there is a slum outside the port. During the hot dry season, the whole street smells terrible.

But what he saw now completely overturned his impression.

He could not even imagine that this settlement would appear on the soil of Borneo.

The ministers following him looked at each other in shock and could not say a word.

Apparently they were shocked too.

At this moment, a speedboat with a police badge drove over.

The water policeman standing on the speedboat shouted towards the deck.

"Guard, check the ship!"

The captain, who was arguing with the port manager, quickly looked at the speedboat and explained with a smile.

"We are the Royal Merchant Marine!"

The marine policeman standing on the deck said impatiently.

"The Royal Merchant Ship also needs to be inspected. Put the ladder down, hurry up."

The captain was in a dilemma and looked for help at His Majesty and Prince Dilip behind him.

Wu Tuo had a dark face, but after whispering to the minister next to him, he finally nodded.

The eunuch on the side stepped forward.

"Allow them to come up."

The captain breathed a sigh of relief and quickly knelt down to thank him.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

A group of marine police boarded the boat and looked at the nobles standing on the deck with surprised expressions on their faces.

Although these people did not have titles hanging on their bodies, the robes they wore and the accessories hanging around their waists were worth a lot of money at first glance, maybe tens or even millions of gallons.

What is even more puzzling is that these nobles actually entered the port on ships carrying cargo.

Even if this is the merchant ship of the royal family, it is still a cargo ship...

Kapil always felt that the face of the leader looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it.

As usual, he said to those people.

"Do you have any customs clearance documents or identity documents? If not, you have to go to the customs to register..."

Before he could finish his words, the man of high status suddenly glared at him with an angry look on his face.

"What a bastard! What paperwork do I need when I go back to my home?"

Kapil was stunned, and several marine policemen around him were also stunned. They didn't know why this guy was so crazy.

But at this moment, Kapil suddenly recognized this familiar face, and a trace of incredible surprise gradually appeared in his eyes.

How can this be? !

In Golden Gallen Harbor?

He opened his mouth wide, couldn't close his chin, and blurted out subconsciously.

"……His Majesty?!"

…

The witch camel appeared in Jin Jialun Port.

And they emerged from the reed beach in the outer suburbs together with the stowaways.

As soon as the news was published in the newspaper, it immediately caused a huge sensation in the entire Golden Gallon Port.

The inland port, where few people usually come, was crowded with people.

Some people even came from the port area of ​​the seaport just to take a look at what the emperor looked like.

Since the onlookers affected the order of shipping, the port authorities could only deploy more manpower to maintain order while parking the royal merchant ship carrying the civil and military personnel of the Xilan Empire at the shore outside the port. It was troublesome for Wu Tuo to be there. Float on the water for a while longer.

In fact, there is no need for the authorities to mention this issue at all.

Seeing the huge crowds of people on the shore, Wu Tuo was so frightened that he didn't even dare to mention getting off the boat. He hid in the cabin all day and didn't even dare to open a window, for fear of being exposed to the light and letting people know. Which room are you in?

After all, the Empire is not an alliance, and he does not dare to stand in the crowd like a manager.

After all, what if there is an assassin mixed in?

Most people with evil intentions are like this. Everyone seems to think that the other person is trying to harm them.

That night.

Wu Tuo, who was sitting by the bed, was feeling depressed, drinking tea and playing chess with Prince Dilip.

At this moment, his most loyal eunuch came in from the door and kowtowed to the ground.

"...Your Majesty, the reporter from the Golden Gallen Port Branch of "Daily Survivor" would like to interview you."

Wu Tuo frowned.

"Reporter? What is that?"

The eunuch explained tremblingly.

"It's...to provide materials for newspapers."

"newspaper?"

Wu Tuo frowned, vaguely seeming to have heard of it, but it was not a good thing anyway.

So he waved his hand and said impatiently.

"No, let him go."

The eunuch nodded obediently and was about to exit the "palace".

Prince Dilip, who was sitting in front of Wu Tuo, suddenly felt something in his heart. He first waved to the eunuch who was about to exit the door, then looked at Wu Tuo and said.

"Wait a minute... Your Majesty, I think being interviewed is not a bad thing. The reason why the residents of Golden Gallen Harbor are gathering on the shore now is just to admire your majesty and saintly spirit——"

Wu Tuo interrupted his chatter impatiently.

"How can my majesty be admired by those servants?"

Prince Dilip coughed dryly and said.

"Having said that... but from another perspective, blocking is worse than spreading out. If you are willing to satisfy the curiosity of those guys who don't know etiquette, maybe they can disperse from the river. And we can go there then. If you stay on the shore, you won’t be floating on the river forever.”

I don’t know how long the grass bandits in the west will continue to cause trouble, and there is no news from the Forbidden Army.

If the residents of Golden Gallen Harbor come here all day long to join in the fun, they might never be able to get ashore.

There was a lot of moisture on this ever-flowing river, and the deck was always shaking. He couldn't bear to stay on the boat all the time.

Wu Tuo obviously had the same idea. He held the chess piece and thought for a moment, then nodded slowly.

"OK."

The chess pieces landed on the chessboard.

He glanced at the eunuch who was leaning on the door with his head on the ground and said calmly.

"Then let me meet the reporter."

…

The night gradually deepened, and there was silence on the Yongliu River, with only the slow sound of frogs in the reeds.

Although the crowd on the shore dispersed, the people on the boat still did not dare to get off.

However, even though he didn't dare to get off the boat, Wu Tuo slept peacefully on the boat. Just after ten o'clock, he was snoring loudly in his "bedroom", and he even slept more soundly than when he passed by the warlord's territory.

However, he slept comfortably, but some people in Golden Gallen Harbor could not sleep.

For example, Jodu, the secretary in the governor's office.

As the acting governor of Golden Gallen Port, he is basically responsible for the entire port affairs.

He had never received a diplomatic note from the empire before, and he had no idea that the emperor of the empire was coming to Jingallan Port. Therefore, when he heard that Wu Tuo appeared at the port of Yongliu River, he was stunned.

"...The emperor is really here with us?"

Standing opposite Jodu, Sheriff Bihari smiled bitterly and wiped the sweat from his forehead with a tissue.

"It's absolutely true... I didn't believe it at first, so I even made a special trip to the ship to have a look."

He was the chief of the Port District Security Bureau during the Nihak period, and was later promoted to sergeant due to his outstanding performance during the occupation.

Although he rarely talks about his noble title anymore, he was once indeed a noble of the empire.

Therefore, others didn't know what Wu Tuo looked like, but he remembered it clearly.

Including several grand dukes and princes on the deck.

Pacing back and forth in front of his desk, Jodu stopped and couldn't help but ask.

"Could he be pretending?"

Bihari said dumbfounded.

"How is it possible...and not only the emperor, but Prince Dilip is also there. He recorded the biometric information in our prison and it came out as soon as it was checked. If you don't believe it, I will take him to get it checked?"

Jodu said quickly.

"That's not necessary...they are not suspects. Don't arrest people at will."

Sheriff Bihari said with a wry smile.

"Then what should we do about this matter? Just let them float on the river?"

"It's hard to handle..."

Jodu was lost in thought.

His political sense told him that the story behind this matter might not be that simple.

Since Wu Tuo chose to come here, he must have judged that he had nowhere to go.

Even the emperor himself felt that he could no longer control the situation...

There was a faint smell of corpse smell in the wind blowing from the Everliu River, and an idea suddenly appeared in Jodu's mind.

This empire might be coming to an end!

It is like a corpse that has been buried in secret. No matter how tightly the coffin board is covered, it cannot cover up the stench emerging from the gaps.

A drop of hot sweat broke out on Jodu's forehead.

What he was thinking about at this moment was not the future fate of the empire, but the impact and impact the collapse of this behemoth would have on Golden Gallen Port.

As one of the candidates for future mayor, he must first be responsible for the residents of Golden Gallen Harbor.

Especially responsible for their deposits.

"...Let's ask the alliance for their opinion on this matter first. Let's see what they say. It's best for us not to get involved."

After hearing Jodu's statement, Bihari nodded hastily in agreement.

"I think so too. Please contact the alliance as soon as possible."

"I have already sent a telegram to the Alliance as soon as possible, but it is late at night in Dawn City. I am afraid that we will have to wait until tomorrow to reply to us..."

When he said this, Jodu paused for a moment, walked to his desk, picked up the phone, and called his secretary.

"Let the president of the Golden Gallen Port Bank come to my office, and the director of the Foreign Trade Administration... Well, right now, I don't care whether they are lying on the bed or soaking in the bathtub, get dressed immediately Come here!"

"I have important things to discuss with them face to face."

…

The next morning, the sun was shining brightly, and the port area of ​​Golden Gallen Harbor was as bustling as ever.

The tragedy at Xifan Port was widely spread the day before yesterday, and today the emperor of Xilan came to Jingallan Port again.

People were talking about whether Tiandu had been defeated by the king's army.

It's a pity that there are no Survivor Daily branches in Lion City and Tiandu, so they can only rely on guessing.

But it would be nice if that were the case.

After all, the Heavenly King's Army shouted the slogan of abolition of slaves and land distribution, and I heard that it was indeed divided. At least it was a bit of progress.

And regardless of whether it is progress or not, they have long seen that the empire and the emperor are not happy with it!

In the beef noodle breakfast shop, a group of diners were slurping noodles and talking about the newly released newspapers.

"It's such a good death! It's better to kill all the ministers of the dynasty! Let them crush their bones and spread their ashes!"

An old man shook his head, sighed and pointed.

"I'm afraid things are not that simple. The legion will not just sit back and watch the empire collapse like this, and they have killed so many people in the legion. The Thirteenth Route Army seems to be turbulent, but they are all farmers, and the logistics cannot keep up. In a real fight, it’s hard to predict the outcome.”

A man who looked elegant also shook his head and said regretfully.

"I'm afraid that their blood will be shed in vain."

Not far from them, a dock worker was so angry that he slapped the table and said.

"These guys have big noses! They enslaved my compatriots, and now they want to interfere in our internal affairs! Do you think we are weak persimmons!"

This remark was echoed by many people, and the diners sitting in the noodle shop were filled with indignation.

"It's so deceiving!"

"I'm going to donate to the federation right now! I'll donate one month's salary!"

"What's the use of donating money to the federation? They support Lacy, and that guy is still wasting money in Mammoth State and Alaya!"

"Lasi's business is getting bigger and bigger, but it's not as good as that of Janusz."

"Ha, I'm not optimistic about that guy...I'm not afraid of him becoming emperor, I'm just afraid that he wants to go public in Dawn City and become an apartment owner."

"Hahaha! Comparing this, Janusz is more cheerful. He just picks up the gun and does it!"

"It's a pity that it's not easy to transport supplies from here. It would be easier if they want to carry out operations on the east coast."

"It's useless. No matter how many guns you donate to them, will they be able to stop the legion? The legion is about to end... Hey! It's hard to say who will get these 4 million square kilometers..."

While everyone was talking about it, an unusual group of people entered the noodle shop.

After walking to the corner of the noodle shop and sitting down, Asin ordered a bowl of scallion noodles and a basket of soup dumplings as usual. Then he spread out a newspaper in his hand and drank tea while reading it slowly.

He has been literate for some time and now has no problem reading and writing.

Even if no one is reading it, he can understand it by himself.

Standing behind him, Kunal listened to the indignant conversations of the diners and couldn't help but clenched his fists and muttered.

"This stupid emperor still dares to come to Golden Gallon Port...Boss, how about we kill him?"

It's just a cargo ship on an inland river. All you need to do is send someone to dig a hole in the bottom of the ship, and you can let them taste the water of the eternal river.

"Are you crazy?"

Asin was stunned, looked back at his dull little brother, shook his head with hatred, and then turned back.

Kill the emperor?

Can Xi Lan's problem be solved by killing the emperor?

It's better for those small business people not to interfere in the affairs of big shots, otherwise they will die without knowing how.

Of course, if a big shot with enough weight asked him to do it, he would gladly accept it.

It's really not difficult to kill someone.

Especially on his turf.

However, this matter is also very strange. Why did Wu Tuo, who had just announced the "Northern Hunting", suddenly appear here.

After staring at the newspaper for a while, a glimmer of light suddenly flashed in Asin's eyes.

"This emperor... I'm afraid he's here to avoid trouble."

Kunal was stunned when he heard this and asked in a low voice.

"You mean, the Heavenly King's army has reached Tiandu?"

Asin said casually.

"He's been here for two days, maybe he's taking a nap right now."

Kunal was shocked when he heard this, and subconsciously thought about the map of Borneo Province.

Good guy!

Isn’t this two states in a row in one week? !

Even on the plains where the legion had assisted in building infrastructure, the speed of this advance was exaggerated.

"So, isn't that king even more powerful than Lacy..."

Hearing this, Asin laughed, shook his head and said.

"You can't just look at the problem at face value. Whether it's powerful or not depends on who the opponent is. Janusz is facing a group of peasant soldiers, and Lacy is facing Alaya. Don't underestimate the wolf tribesman, he is indeed in the alliance. I suffered a loss on my hands, but I didn’t completely lose on the battlefield.”

There are very few people in the entire Golden Gallon Port who want the Empire to win. It would be a coincidence if the Gray Wolf Army could win.

In fact, including himself, he has learned the lessons of the empire's failure and is particularly cautious when expanding his business. He never does things to perfection at any time and leaves everything on the line.

Not only that, other gang leaders wanted to have ruthlessness written on their faces, but he was the only one who was polite to everyone. He even sat with his neighbors to eat noodles and gave red envelopes to children during the Chinese New Year.

It is precisely because of this that the Assassin Gang can grow bigger and stronger.

Kunal rubbed the back of his head and said with a smile.

"That's right, hehe... As soon as you mentioned it, I remembered that you made one yourself."

Asin glanced at him.

"This is not a good thing...don't mention it."

"Okay, boss," Kunal nodded, paused for a moment and then asked, "Then this emperor..."

Asin hated him and slapped him on the back of the head.

"Why don't you have a long memory? Why are you always thinking about that guy? This is not what we do at all. Just take care of your own one-third of an acre!"

Kunal scratched the back of his head.

"But you said you wanted to bring down the emperor... I just want to share your worries."

Asin was stunned for a moment, and then remembered that he had indeed said these words, and it was during the farewell ceremony for Lacy.

In this situation, looking at the down-and-out emperor in the newspaper, he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

I really miss it when I think about it.

In the blink of an eye, everything I dreamed about in my dream came true.

"Yes, that's right... Kunal, my friend, I did say that."

"And I can tell you, my wish is about to come true haha!"

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(Thanks to the leader of "Xingqingbuyu" for the reward!!!)