I Have a Mansion in the Post-Apocalyptic World

Chapter 537: Moment of Uprising

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Inside the palace, the emperor sat on a dragon chair, his highness and ministers stood side by side, and in the middle stood a mutant wearing a death claw leather jacket.

In the society of mutants, only the Commander-in-Chief is eligible to wear clothes made of deathclaw leather.

"Our people are fighting bloody battles with the NAC invaders! And your people, those cowards, are all huddled behind the bunkers. Is this what you call glory?" The rude roar made the bricks and tiles of the palace tremble, The emperor sitting on the dragon chair looked ashen, but facing this rude green-skinned man, he couldn't utter a word of conflict.

The prosperity of the empire needs mutants as a vassal, and the overall situation is the most important thing, and we should not fall out with the Gelug tribe at this time.

The emperor told himself so, holding back his anger behind his black eyes, and said softly.

"I will urge the legions on the front line to step up their offensive against NAC."

"No need!" The mutant Wan Fuchang waved his hand, and glanced at the emperor and the guards in the palace with disdain, "Let your cowards continue to hide behind the bunker, and the useless people stay where they should be." Where we are, the battlefield belongs to the warriors! For those who offend the Gelu tribe, our people will naturally tear them apart."

"But," the mutant Mr. Wan changed the subject, fixed his eyes on the emperor, and said every word. "I want to ask you, what happened to the recent unfair treatment of mutants in the empire!"

injustice?

Hold the grass! How else do you want justice? More privileges?

The emperor has not spoken yet. But the guard standing next to the pillar had his nose crooked. He had never seen such a brazen... mutant.

"I will order the military police in the empire to track down the murderer," said the emperor.

"The blood of 154 mutants needs the blood of 154 criminals to wash away." A bloodthirsty smile appeared on the face of the mutant chief ten thousand.

"I know." The emperor said softly.

"I hope you know, otherwise I will let you know." Those amber pupils were as bloodthirsty as death claws.

Glancing threateningly at the emperor in the main hall, the Chief Wan turned around and walked out the door. Surrounded by mutant soldiers, he left the palace.

When those green-skinned guys walked away, the emperor slapped the table, stood up and cursed.

"This group of beasts. It's really deceiving!"

The emperors and elders of the empire were once predators, and the banditry on their bodies cannot be concealed by bright clothes.

"Your Majesty, what should we do now?" A veteran asked with a wry smile.

Not to mention finding out all 154 murderers, so far. The military police of the empire came and failed to find even one murderer. These people obviously committed crimes premeditatedly. Otherwise, there would not be 154 consecutive crimes committed within 3 days.

It's a conspiracy against the Empire's friendship with mutants, and anyone can easily see that.

Except for those simple-minded mutants.

The emperor had never been so troubled by the IQ of these beasts.

They can be fooled by simple plots to attack NAC, of ​​course, they can also be fooled by NAC's tricks to stand on the opposite side of the empire.

An atmosphere of silence lingered in the palace, and at this moment, someone from His Highness broke the silence.

"Your Majesty, I have a plan."

A senior elder stepped forward and stood with his hands folded.

All the elders cast a surprised look at him. There is no other reason, this senator is considered the least popular in the Senate. The seats at the feast of the monarch and ministers are also listed at the end.

It stands to reason that he has no part to speak when discussing matters on weekdays. But at the moment, everyone has no good ideas. So there was no sound.

The emperor lowered his eyebrows and pondered for a moment, then remembered the name of the congressman, and said slowly.

"Chen Ling loves Qing, but it's okay to say."

Chen Ling took two steps forward, smiled sinisterly, and suggested to the emperor: "The mutant just feels that his rights and interests have been damaged. We can give him a little comfort as usual."

"But what else can we give them?" asked the emperor impatiently.

"It's just 154 heads. Since they want the murderer, then give it to them." There was a flash of sternness in the words, and Chen Ling looked at His Majesty the Emperor with piercing eyes and said.

The emperor frowned slightly, not understanding what Chen Ling meant.

But then a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he immediately understood the deep meaning of his words.

Anyway, with the mutant's IQ, he couldn't tell who the murderer was.

That being the case, wouldn't it be enough to kill a few people casually and use their heads to appease them?

"Where can I find these 154 people?" The emperor tapped the armrest of the dragon chair, as if talking to himself.

With that sinister smile, the elder walked up to the emperor, leaned over and whispered in his ear.

"There are more than 10,000 slaves working in the Donggang plantation, and the loss of more than 150 slaves is nothing at all..."

...

"How long will this war last?" Sitting on the edge of the wall dangling her legs, Sun Xiaorou raised her binoculars, looked at the invisible horizon, and said rather bored.

In the distance, the sun has set to the west.

NAC poured 1000 high-explosive bombs on the positions of the mutants, suppressing them firmly in the city. According to the casualty assessment of Aurora-20's reconnaissance feedback, 30% of the 5,000-strong mutant corps has been lost, and all armored units have been destroyed by air strikes.

However, NAC still didn't give them the final blow, but let them maintain the illusion that the two sides were evenly matched.

Before the signal of the collapse of the empire came, NAC needed them to continue to maintain that arrogant pride.

Standing next to Sun Xiaorou, Jiang Chen looked at her profile for a while.

Sometimes, he felt that she was really like her sister.

Withdrawing his gaze, Jiang Chen cast his gaze into the distance.

"That depends on how well our Stalker Corps handles things."

While talking, Han Junhua climbed up the wall and walked behind him.

"The 10,000 slaves of Donggang Plantation have revolted."

Hearing the long-awaited news, Jiang Chen smiled triumphantly.

Under the deliberate instigation of the Stalker Corps, the conflict between the people of the empire and the high-level was finally pushed to the peak. And the bad idea of ​​using slaves to make up the number was proposed by the elder Zhao Dongbao bribed. And when this news was made public among the slaves, even the most numb people couldn't restrain the anger that rose from their hearts.

At this time, it is only necessary for someone to stand up and set an example, and someone to stand up and give them a few guns, and they will naturally take the natural choice of uprising.

There is no need for nac to send a single soldier.

"Very well, since that's the case, it's time for us to start taking action."

"yes."

Han Junhua nodded, turned around and walked down the wall.

With a hey hey, Sun Xiaorou stood up from the edge of the wall, patted the ashes on her hands, and turned to look at Jiang Chen.

"Is the fight finally going to start?"

Smiling, Jiang Chen raised his head and looked at the steel airship.

"Well, it's time to show our true strength."

Under the afterglow of the setting sun, for the first time, the hammer named Order was tinged with a bit of chilling aura.

Just like the baton of the band, it played the prelude to the end of the empire...

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