Seven Planets.
Carlston. The wartime rationing system was already in place. Many shops were closed, and the place was unusually deserted.
Of course, for the upper class, they did not need to rely on the ration to survive.
The suffering of the people at the bottom had nothing to do with them.
According to Chung Shen-soo's observation, the number of dance invitations he received did not decrease at all after the rationing system was implemented.
Moreover, everywhere he went, he could see a splendid hall, a well-dressed band, and a mountain of food.
Many hosts would warmly invite their guests to taste the delicacies made by their private chefs and provide valuable advice.
The Mojito family was doing well too.
Not to mention that they had already stocked up a large number of supplies in advance, even in the black market, as long as one was willing to spend gold pounds, one could buy many high-end goods.
The Minister of Logistics of the kingdom was said to be the largest shareholder of the black market. Therefore, even if the frontline army did not have some precious supplies, there would definitely be some in the rear.
"Master, Mr. Chris is here to visit."
His personal servant, Joel, knocked on the door and bowed.
"Ask him to wait for me in the living room."
Chung Shen-soo thought for a moment, put down the newspaper, and answered casually.
There were still all kinds of articles advocating for the war in the East, but he felt that the people were starting to get tired.
The councilors obviously saw this and were speeding up the introduction of the Homestead Act.
It had to be said that the absence of a key host had some impact, even if it was only for a few months.
Chung Shen-soo came to the living room and saw that Chris was already waiting for him.
"Good day, Your Excellency Li Wei."
Chris smiled and stood up, but Chung Shen-soo saw that the dessert plate beside him was empty, and the small cakes, cookies, and other desserts on it were gone.
"Good day, Chris. We haven't seen each other for half a month, right?"
Chung Shen-soo sat down casually and took a sip of coffee, "What brings you here today?"
"It's like this, I know you have always been interested in ancient history. I recently joined a very high-level gathering. Hmm, it was called by Prince Emer. I recorded some content and wanted to share it with you."
Chris said very generously.
"This is exactly what I need."
Chung Shen-soo took the document and looked at the various symbols of the old gods. He couldn't help but smile.
"Other than that, Prince Emel would like to hold a charity dinner and invite the big nobles and merchants to discuss how to increase the relief points and extend the distribution of food."
Chris said as he solemnly handed over an invitation.
Chung Shen-soo took the gold-stamped invitation and said with a smile, "I will definitely attend, thank you …"
At that moment, he seemed to have sensed something. His expression changed, and he reached out his hand to press on his forehead.
"What happened?"
Chris asked as if he had sensed something. [Soul Child]'s spiritual sense was very high.
"It's nothing, I just suddenly felt a little uncomfortable."
Chung Shen-soo waved his hand, and the butler, Old Brown, immediately sent the guest out politely.
With a wave of his hand, Chung Shen-soo dismissed the servant. Then, with a cup of coffee in hand, he murmured to himself in a voice that only he could hear, "This feeling … Has the tribulation finally begun?"
His avatar had been in that world for a while now, but there had been no feedback at all. He almost thought that he would have to go through a whole world before it could be considered a tribulation.
But now, there was finally a hint of a tribulation.
Although he might not be able to predict the outcome, at least it had begun, which was a very good sign.
This caused his aura to change inexplicably in an instant. His primordial spirit suddenly came out and sensed the heaven and earth, but at the same time, it was as if nothing had happened.
Not far away, Joel, who had already become a [Qi Practitioner], looked around suspiciously. He felt that Mr. Li Wei's back was so quiet and distant …
…
The Fufeng Protectorate.
The Clement Kingdom had thirteen standing armies.
Ever since the Lightning Army was annihilated here, the kingdom had been using steam trains to transport troops here.
Up until now, they had already transported five armies, namely Giant, Spear Thrower, Scarlet Scorpion, Black Death God, and Battle Axe. The vanguard had even broken into Luozhou at one point and breached Luozhou's provincial capital.
The capital city of Luozhou had long been under martial law, and the army had gathered. However, this was nothing. The four armies had still managed to take over the city, and their guardian, a Primal Core adept, had already been killed by [Dragon Knight] Gail in front of the army.
Fufeng City.
Because the Protectorate was no longer the main battlefield, only 'Giant' was stationed here, and the soldiers were more relaxed.
"This is the architecture of the East. It's full of a classical style, and it's mesmerizing …"
Arnold carried his rifle on his back as he walked past the buildings, unable to take his eyes off them.
"Haha … Little Arnold really likes this place. I heard that this used to be the territory of the Felix family. After the collapse of the ancient Eastern Empire, a descendant of the Medici family came here and established the Kingdom of Count. It was only because of the Black Fog that it was conquered by the Second Empire. What a pity …"
A veteran with a red nose lamented.
"I heard that the Kingdom will soon pass the 'Homestead Act' to encourage immigration to the East, and there will be huge rewards for retired soldiers to settle down …"
Arnold said.
He was originally the son of an ordinary citizen. After studying for a few years, he wanted to apply to a construction university.
Unfortunately, he did not pass, and then the war broke out …
Now that he thought about it, if he could get a large amount of fertile land here, it seemed like a good choice to become a farmer.
At this moment, they suddenly heard a hurried whistle.
The one who blew the whistle was their superior, and he said in a heavy tone, "Urgent mission, go to the city walls immediately and prepare to defend against the enemy's attack."
"Sir, how could there be enemies here?"
The veteran with a red nose laughed dryly. He seemed to be comforting himself, but he also seemed to be afraid of something.
"There's news from the front line. The enemy has disregarded the conventions of the various countries, and a large number of high-level Extraordinaires have participated in the battle. They even ambushed our frontline troops … But this is not enough to defeat us. Only a small number of enemies have come to the rear. We have to organize a second line of defense to deal with some guerrilla teams that have crossed the line of defense of the four armies. For the glory of the giants! Kill them! "
The superior replied in a very provocative manner.
This was naturally a one-sided view, and it was not that the high-level Extraordinaires of the West did not resist, but this was not something a small captain could know.
Arnold's head was dizzy, and his heart was filled with fear.
He was just a recruit who had never seen blood, but now he was going to the battlefield!
Half an hour later.
On the city wall, Arnold, who was holding a rifle, heard a shrill warning, "The enemy has appeared!"
In his vision, a large number of black dots slowly appeared, getting closer and closer.
His mouth suddenly opened wide, and his pupils began to contract unconsciously. He said with a sobbing tone, "Master of the Gate … I want to go home …"
In Arnold's vision, a large number of zombies with broken arms and legs appeared.
They were wearing the uniforms of the four armies, Spear Thrower, Red Scorpion, Black Death, and Tomahawk. Their faces were stiff, and they were already dead, struggling to move towards the city …
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