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Chapter 422 Military Exercise
Chapter 422: Chapter 422 Military Exercise
"Targets 5 kilometers ahead, barrage coverage!"
"All rounds loaded—"
"Fire!"
On the empty plain, following Yang Shu’s signal with the red flag, 20 thick cannon barrels simultaneously emitted flames.
In the distance on the open space, fragments and white smoke formed a cloud, and the wooden targets set in the trenches were blasted to pieces.
Then came another two rounds of barrage coverage.
The final round burst into white smoke, forming a milky smoke wall in the middle of the battlefield.
"Artillery suppression complete!"
"Tank units advance! Cover the infantry to seize the position!"
Exhaust pipes spewing black smoke, thirty tanks started at once, forming a spearhead-like armored phalanx, pushing toward the burst of white smoke in the distance.
At the same time, twenty armored trucks also started their engines behind the thirty tanks, following the tracks’ marks speeding forward...
Standing on a distant concrete tower, Chu Guang held binoculars, watching the cluster of tanks charging through the smoke towards the trench positions, a slight smile involuntarily curling up at the corners of his mouth.
The Alliance had always taken a "special operations path" due to the lack of heavy equipment.
That is, maximizing soldiers’ individual strengths, using fearless wills to compensate for the lack of heavy firepower.
However, now this issue had finally been addressed to some extent.
As the production capacity of the Qingstone County mine gradually increased and the controlled nuclear fusion reactor was ignited, the new industrial zone of the Alliance finally had its potential stimulated.
Factory No.81 produced engines, Goblin Technology manufactured gun towers, and the scientific research group’s facilities made sighting devices; state-owned steel plants of the Alliance produced the body and chassis of track vehicles, among others, eventually assembled in the tank workshops.
The related supply chain involved hundreds of factories, including those worth millions of silver coins and small workshops with only a dozen employees.
The production rate of the No.1 tanks had reached two per day.
The newly produced thirty tanks, together with those that had participated in the battle of Rui Valley City, could almost make up a tank battalion.
Of course, building an armored unit wasn’t just about equipment, but also training personnel.
Operating specialized equipment requires long periods of monotonous training, while the demands on individual combat abilities are relatively less significant.
To fully leverage the strengths of both players and NPCs, exoskeletons, and other special equipment would generally be prioritized for player legions mainly made up of Awakeners, while heavy equipment like tanks and artillery that required multiple people to operate would be prioritized for NPC legions.
However, legions like the Skeleton Corps, which focused on armor and mobility doctrines, also received priority attention.
After all, these legions tended to value real-world driving experience over personal level when recruiting new members.
Whether it’s experience driving trucks.
Or driving tanks...
Watching the tank unit nearby, Wrench felt a surge of excitement.
From initially being apprehensive facing a single Conqueror No. 10, to now having their own squadron of tanks in the Alliance,
It was almost like a dream!
"We’ve won, Wrench."
Hearing the Manager’s voice, Wrench excitedly clenched his fists, responding loudly,
"Of course! With this equipment, our forces will be invincible across the desert! Both the Army and Falcon Kingdom will be crushed under our tracks!"
Watching his confident subordinate, Chu Guang nodded in satisfaction.
"Not bad, very spirited."
But soon, he changed his tone and said seriously.
"Our progress has been swift, but let’s not become complacent. We must admit that there’s still a significant gap between our number one tank and the Army’s Conqueror."
"They’ve been stationed in the desert for many years, while many of our people have never even seen what a desert looks like, so we must be cautious and handle every decision with care!"
Wrench stood at attention, pounded his chest with his right fist, and saluted without hesitation.
"Sir, you are correct!"
Chu Guang nodded.
As an established survivor force, the strength of the Army should not be underestimated.
The Conqueror No. 10 tank has a very low level of electronization because most survivor forces don’t really need advanced electronics. Armor that can withstand armor-piercing bullets is enough for them to dominate the battlefield.
In situations where logistical support lines are difficult to maintain, the technological content of equipment becomes less important. Lower labor time and cost are their top priorities.
After suffering two devastating defeats in River Valley Province, the Army might reconsider their tactics.
For example, producing tanks with stronger protective capabilities or aircraft that can fly faster.
As for the Army’s deployment in Oasis No.9, intelligence is still lacking to this point.
Scouting military situations takes time, Chu Guang is still waiting for Old Soldier’s report; such matters cannot be rushed.
Standing aside and observing, Prince Kaliman subtly glanced at him.
Isn’t the guy in the powered armor the most arrogant one here?
It seemed like he was the first to claim victory.
But with his emotional intelligence, he wouldn’t say something so inappropriate in this context.
Glancing at the 20 cannons nearby, Prince Kaliman said enviously,
"Is that a 100 mm cannon?"
"155 mm, we call it the 155 cannon."
Chu Guang squinted his eyes and, after a pause, continued,
"Although the firepower of the 100 mm artillery is sufficient, it lacks something. If we have more powerful charges, wouldn’t it be a waste not to increase the caliber?"
To be more specific, this is the wasteland-modified version of the PCL-181 type truck-mounted howitzer. It utilizes a 52 caliber barrel and a relatively lightweight design, cutting the total weight from 25 tons to 21 tons, making it convenient for vehicle transport and deployment.
With the help of drones, the maximum range of the artillery can reach 40 kilometers, and using rocket-assisted projectiles can double this range, but the dispersion at maximum range is also considerably greater.
Due to the use of azide compounds in the charges, the explosive power far exceeds that of modern 155 mm artillery, and the effective kill radius reaches the standards of 203 mm artillery, with noticeably enhanced destructive effects within that radius.
With accuracy not up to par, power has to compensate.
In a mountainous terrain like River Valley Province, the lighter and faster 100 mm artillery is the relatively optimal solution, but in a desert terrain, the broad tactical width requires fiercer firepower to even the field.
Saying this, Chu Guang casually handed the binoculars to the prince, allowing his friend to see more clearly.
Although he didn’t quite understand why they would increase the caliber instead of reducing it to increase the firing speed and range with more powerful explosives, Kaliman still took the binoculars.
The thick barrels of the cannons, reflecting a grim light in the sunlight, made Kaliman more envious as he looked at them.
It would be nice if the Lion Kingdom had such artillery.
Due to their lower level of industrialization, although they have over a million acres of good farmland, there are only a few factories in the Royal City capable of manufacturing artillery shells, and the shells they do produce are merely replicas of 100 mm artillery shells – their efficacy is highly predictable.
In contrast, the Falcon Kingdom, with the support of the Army, has an economy ranked last among the top five kingdoms, but its military technology far surpasses the other kingdoms.
This fully illustrates, having a strong supporter is certainly beneficial.
Seeing the expression on Kaliman’s face, Chu Guang smiled lightly, guessing what he might be thinking and understanding why he would think that way.
After all, it was with the intention of exerting influence that he had brought him here to observe this military exercise.
"What do you think of the 155 artillery?"
Putting down the binoculars, Prince Kaliman’s face displayed an expression that clearly yearned for more as he remarked,
"Very strong! Using only 20 cannons to cover a 9-kilometer battlefield... No wonder you were able to take down that airship!"
"Haha, when we took down that airship, we didn’t have these things," Chu Guang said with a smile as he watched the astonishment gradually appear on Prince Kaliman’s face. "By mid-August, our troops should be resupplied, and we ought to have two full tank battalions and two artillery battalions ready. We could sell you the excess military equipment. What do you think?"
Prince Kaliman was instantly excited.
Although he managed to keep a composed expression, his voice trembled slightly.
"You would sell these... these devices to us?"
Chu Guang nodded cheerfully, opening the discussion magnanimously.
"Of course... for instance, that 155 cannon, the price is 1 million silver coins, but for an ally we can give you a 10% discount. The same goes for the No. 1 tank, priced at 1.5 million silver coins, also available at a 10% discount."
"Silver coins? But we don’t have silver coins," Prince Kaliman stammered, his expression slightly embarrassed. "Would Lion Coins work? Or if not... perhaps Dinars?"
Their kingdom indeed had reserves of Dinars and Cr, the hard currency of the Wasteland.
But silver coins...
They had never heard of those.
Seeing his reaction, Chu Guang immediately put on a serious face.
"How could that be acceptable! Dinars are the currency of our enemies’ army; how could we use the enemy’s money for trade!"
"But..." as Prince Kaliman was about to explain, feeling a headache coming on, Chu Guang continued.
"As for silver coins, don’t worry. At our trade station, one ton of grain can be exchanged for about 500 silver coins, and fruits are slightly more expensive, particularly sugar-producing sugarcane. If you don’t have any, we can also lend you a few hundred million to start with, or you can pay with an equivalent value in agricultural products, minerals, or Lion Coins."
Prince Kaliman quickly did the math. One ton of grain for 500 silver coins, and a tank costing 1.5 million originally—that would be 3000 tons of grain for one tank!
This was simply too good of a deal!
Even without considering the food production from pre-war agricultural facilities, by conservative estimates, the agricultural output from 6000 acres could get one tank, and the capacity from 4000 acres could secure one cannon.
This deal was too advantageous!
The Lion Kingdom had tens of millions of acres of cultivated land, probably least lacking in food!
Seeing Prince Kaliman grinning to himself, Chu Guang’s face also unconsciously broke into a pleased smile.
In fact, the pricing of the military sale wasn’t something he made up on a whim; it was based on a comprehensive calculation of costs and the scarcity of the commodities.
Comparing it with real-world prices, a T34 tank costs $90,000, and a ton of wheat $36, making the ratio 1:2500.
His own ratio of 1:3000 was very fair, even without any discount it was practically a friendly price!
What?
Selling a tank converted from a tractor at a price as high as powered armor might seem too much?
It wasn’t because the tanks were priced high, but because the powered armor was selling too cheap!
After all, it was being sold to his own players, and those who could afford powered armor were among the most loyal "knights" of the Alliance, it was just like moving money from the left pocket to the right.
If it were to be sold externally, let alone a million, Chu Guang wouldn’t dream of selling it for a hundred million!
But this 155 cannon was different.
As long as there was a need, and electric, mineral, and human resources could keep up, Goblin Technology could produce two of them in a day, and increasing the production line was effortless.
Industrial products are always cheaper the more you produce, so Chu Guang could afford to sell them cheaply to allies in exchange for resources needed by the alliance.
As for the concern that arming allies too strongly might diminish the Alliance’s regional influence?
What a joke.
Feudal dynasties might struggle against external enemies a bit, but what combat power could they have for foreign warfare?
"Don’t even mention the 155 howitzers. Even giving them several power armors would be useless.
Otherwise, why wouldn’t the corporations just bypass the Alliance and directly cooperate with the Lion Kingdom?
Is the core conflict about range and cost?
Clearly, it’s not.
Though they are generous, it doesn’t mean they are foolish.
Even when choosing allies, they have to pick someone promising. Otherwise, becoming the head of the transportation team... well, that would be downright absurd..."
...
"The exercise concluded.
From the start of the attack to the end, the first Army took just 5 minutes to fully occupy the position.
However, this was just an exercise and not a real battlefield.
On a real battlefield, their opponents wouldn’t be merely wooden stakes fixed in trenches and unable to move.
Their enemies would rake their armor’s tracks and tyres with heavy machine guns, lay mines in front of the trenches, and retaliate with anti-tank rocket launchers at any cost to stop the armored forces’ advance... they might even employ unconventional methods that they had never seen before.
And once a charging tank broke down mid-way, it would just be waiting to be targeted by the enemy’s artillery.
To survive on the battlefield, they must charge faster.
The coordination between various types of troops must be more seamless!
Now artillery bombardment precedes a tank charge, but in the future, they must practice tanks charging with the advancing barrage, charging under the cover of aircraft, covering the infantry as they charge...
From the skies to the ground, only if everyone is united as one will they have hopes to defeat an enemy far stronger than them.
All troops assembled in the parade ground, and Chu Guang, accompanied by a host of officers, moved from the spectator stands to the chief platform.
Standing before the soldiers, Chu Guang, clad in powered armor, activated his helmet’s speaker and spoke out with a resonant voice.
"...The performance of each unit was quite remarkable. From your spirited gazes, I can see that precious courage and loyalty, as well as the determination to succeed."
"You are the pillars of the Alliance, the future of the Alliance, and indeed, the future of all human civilization. The responsibilities on your shoulders are as heavy as the distant mountains, so never be complacent or negligent."
"...The sweat you shed today is so that tomorrow, less blood will be spilled!"
"I hope you will push on! To continue advancing towards the ideal of ending the Wasteland Era!"
On the parade ground, soldiers stood at attention, their right fists pressed against their chests.
"Loyalty!!"
A uniform shout echoed across the vast plains, even shattering the skies.
"Loyalty!"
In response to those steadfast gazes, Chu Guang nodded slowly and crisply returned a military salute.
Under the watchful eyes of the soldiers and officers—some even adoring—he handed over the speaking position to the next commandant and calmly left the training field.
The review of each unit’s performance during the exercise would be conducted by officers of various ranks in the Alliance.
Having experienced numerous battles, they knew better than anyone where their subordinates still needed improvement.
This surpassed any theoretical strategy.
As the manager of the Alliance, besides meeting their logistical needs, Chu Guang had only two things to do.
That was to ensure his prestige within the army.
And to ensure the loyalty and morale of the troops.
The future Marshal of the Alliance might just be among those soldiers down there.
They were people of this world, and they had only one life, needing more than just courage.
They needed faith.
And managing relations with them was completely different from managing a player community.
Chu Guang unexpectedly discovered that he, who was not originally skilled in these matters, was handling them more and more adeptly.
Following behind Chu Guang, Kaliman was contemplating whether to first order a hundred tanks to test if they were any good, or to purchase two hundred at once to build an armored team of a thousand and confront the Army’s lackeys in a head-on clash.
Just as he was about to speak, Chu Guang suddenly stopped walking and tapped his helmet with his index finger.
Kaliman was slightly stunned.
"What’s wrong, Mr. Manager?"
"Hold on, I need to take a call."
Chu Guang casually replied and closed his helmet’s visor, focusing his attention on the holographic window inside the helmet.
The communication request came from Falling Leaves City, and the caller was Ma Ban.
Without beating around the bush, as soon as the communication connected, Ma Ban spoke with a serious expression.
"Lord, a troop has arrived from the direction of Luo Xia Province, claiming to be from the Royal Family of the Honey Badger Kingdom."
The Honey Badger Kingdom?
Chu Guang had heard of this name.
One of the five major kingdoms in the desert, located near the Falcon Kingdom (Oasis No. 2) and encompassing approximately 50,000 square kilometers.
The vast area of Luo Xia Province matched the extensive man-made oases there.
Even though Oasis No. 3 was relatively smaller, it was nearly half as big as Zhejiang Province back on Earth.
According to rumors from the commercial teams, the Honey Badger Kingdom had a population close to one million and seemed to implement a relatively enlightened monarchy.
Compared to the other kingdoms that inherited the legacies from the Human Alliance Era, its national strength still ranked last among the five major kingdoms and was also the earliest to be annexed by the Falcon Kingdom and the Army’s Allied Forces.
However, where there’s oppression, there’s resistance; the Honey Badger royal family held high prestige in Oasis No. 3, both in terms of royal and clerical authorities.
More critically, the location of Oasis No. 3 was in the central-western part of Luo Xia Province, strategically situated slightly north between Oasis No. 2 and Oasis No. 9.
If they could foster a local military force there, it could potentially intervene behind the Army’s lines amid the fierce battles between the Alliance and the Army...
Thinking this, a delight immediately arose in Chu Guang’s heart, and he immediately asked.
"What did they say?"
For some reason, Ma Ban’s voice seemed subtly uneasy, as he lightly coughed.
"...Their demands are not excessive, but... well, they are somewhat unreasonable. It would be better for you to speak with them directly."
...
Inside a modestly decorated carriage.
A young man and woman sat facing each other, their handsome features and proper posture easily revealing their high status.
Observing his sister opposite him, Somer’s gaze shifted away from the window, and a tinge of worry appeared on his face.
After a long pause, he dismissed his indecisive expression and softly uttered a word.
"Sorry."
Beneath the slightly curled brown hair was a delicate and pale face, from which a nonchalant reply emerged under the petite, exquisite nose.
"It’s okay."
Afni did not take the apology to heart, or rather, she did not consider it something worth an apology at all.
According to the laws of the Honey Badger Kingdom, she had reached the age of marriage after turning 18.
She did not pay attention to the changing scenery outside the window, focusing her attention entirely on the sketchbook resting on her knees.
The sketch depicted a tall and imposing man, his chin covered with a thick beard that resembled a broom, and his robust physique resembled that of an adult gorilla.
In the Honey Badger Kingdom, a beard was a symbol of strength, just like her father, who had a long and dense beard.
The second brother sitting across from her was not favored to inherit the throne because he could not inherit their father’s beard and appeared too frail.
In contrast, her eldest brother was much stronger and was still leading the restoration army, fighting alongside their allies at Oasis No.9...
Yet, her father had passed the kingship to her least favored second brother.
Afni stared intently at the sketchbook, her delicate index finger gently turned a page.
The plot was at an intriguing point.
A barbarian, whose skin was so dark it was almost green and who sported golden canine teeth, was pinned under the foot of a hero clad in heavy armor and wielding a warhammer while nearby lay a pile of corpses draped in black cloaks.
This was a book of paintings brought by a travelling trader from the East, first appearing in the market of the royal city of the Honey Badger Kingdom and deeply loved by the civilians; later, a minister purchased it as a gift for her.
It was said that in the southern part of the River Valley Province, there was a powerful leader who, with a group of brave survivors, defeated beasts much more numerous than his group, slaughtered the Army’s dogs, and liberated the enslaved survivors...
Thus, the trade routes of Southern River Province were restored, and the desolate ruin cities thrived under his enlightened governance, with businessmen from north and south singing the praises of that esteemed leader, and the local residents henceforth lived happily... A cause for celebration indeed.
Such stories might not attract the citizens of Hump and the Golden Lizard Kingdom, but for the people of the Honey Badger Kingdom, they were as delightful as fairy tales.
For over a decade, the Honey Badger Kingdom had faced threats from the west.
Since the Falcon Kingdom succumbed to the Army, they had begun to alter the laws of their ancestors and continuously expanded their forces, blatantly trampling on the covenants of the kings.
Every citizen of the Honey Badger Kingdom knew very well that the Falcon Kingdom coveted their oases and the Army sought to enslave them.
Her father refused to become a puppet of the Army, betray his faith, or have his entire nation serve as cannon fodder and laborers for the people of Vellante.
Thus, on a quiet night, they suffered a comprehensive invasion by the Army and its cohorts.
Although the royal families of various countries were furious at the disgraceful surprise attack of the Falcon Kingdom and denounced its royal family for abandoning the teachings of the Spirit of the Sand Sea, no one was willing to send troops to aid them.
It was only after the Lion Kingdom became the next victim that they received a belated declaration of war...
But by then, it was too late.
Although the Lion Kingdom was the leader of the desert kings, it was uncertain how much longer they could hold out.
The strength of the desert’s citizens alone was no longer sufficient to drive off the distant jackals.
They would either perish in the sands holding firmly to their beliefs or seek the aid of outsiders...
Many had paid with their lives for this, including her father and mother.
Compared to them, the sacrifice she was required to make was trivial.
She looked pityingly at the silent, expressionless face, and Somer, thinking she was still immersed in the sorrow of lost happiness, tried to comfort his sister.
"They say the Manager has four sons, each a warrior accomplished in both arts and combat."
"Uh-huh."
"His eldest son is powerful and strong, the second son handsome and dashing, the third son wise and strategic, and then there’s the youngest son—"
"Brother."
Finally unable to restrain herself, Afni sighed, closed the book in her hands, and looked seriously at him.
"Don’t you think this sounds just like a fairy tale?"
What a smooth-sailing plan.
Somer was slightly taken aback.
At that time, a commotion came from outside, and a familiar name could be faintly heard.
He furrowed his eyebrows, signaling his sister not to worry, stretched out his hand to push open the door, and descended from the vehicle.
Looking at the captain of the guards who was clashing with the crowd in the distance, he shouted loudly.
"Tarit, what are you doing?"
"It’s Teresa! The queen of Falcon Kingdom! Those Hyenas have already arrived here!"
Holding his gun, the man with a headscarf glared intensely at the woman behind Ma Ban, suddenly realizing the prince had descended from the vehicle, and immediately turned around and shouted.
"Your Highness, get back in the vehicle—"
The usually gentle and refined prince suddenly let out an angry shout, interrupting the captain of the guards.
"Enough, put down your gun!"
Tarit looked at him in shock, uttering in disbelief.
"Your Highness?!"
Somer strode forward, staring into his eyes as he continued.
"Use your brain and think, how could Falcon Kingdom, which is at war with Lion Kingdom, possibly reach here!"
That indisputable gaze, exactly like that of the former king, although that face had not inherited a bit of that great person’s valor.
After a moment of hesitation, Tarit finally gritted his teeth and threw the gun onto the ground.
Glancing at the gun on the ground, Ma Ban’s face showed no change from beginning to end, casually waving his hand to signal the guards beside him to pick up the gun.
Originally, he had led his people through the encirclement of the Chewing Bone Tribe and escaped to Qingquan City, then followed the Burning Corps to parachute behind enemy lines and organize local guerrilla resistance.
The looters nearly stuffed a bayonet into his mouth, yet he had never shown a hint of fear, let alone a mere rifle.
In his eyes, this thing was no different from a fire stick.
However—
Although he did not take that threat seriously, it did not mean that people from the Alliance could be casually pointed at with guns.
"I need an explanation."
His gaze passed over the man who had put down his weapon, Ma Ban looked towards the handsome young man nearby, speaking in a non-joking tone.
"If you can’t provide a reasonable explanation, I’ll have to ask you to sit in the guard room for a while."
"I deeply apologize for my subordinate’s rudeness, his anger clouded his mind, but I know this is not enough to compensate for your loss."
The handsome young man bowed slightly, and then looked towards his guard captain.
"According to the laws of the Honey Badger Kingdom, those who attempt murder shall have their hair and beard shaved and be demoted to slaves, to be disposed of by the victim... he is now your slave."
Tarit humbly bowed his head and said nothing, kneeling on one knee.
Ma Ban looked meaningfully at the young man, then glanced at Tarit, who was kneeling on the knee, and said under everyone’s gaze.
"Rise, on this land there are no slaves among the living, the Alliance only has brothers and sisters."
Tarit did not move until that crisp voice came from behind.
"Rise, faithful guard, you are now free... thank your master for forgiving your folly."
Brushing the dirt off his knees, Tarit bowed his head, murmured a "thank you," but the glance he shot at Teresa still flickered with hatred.
The diplomatic dispute was resolved, and the atmosphere at the scene no longer felt like the drawing of swords.
Ma Ban did not look at the headscarf-wrapped captain of the guards, but instead looked interestedly at the young man who was walking towards him.
He admitted the kid was quite brave.
Although it was just a bit off compared to him.
"You are?"
"Sommer Honey Badger, the acting king of the Honey Badger Kingdom," the young man bowed slightly, "I represent the royal family of the Honey Badger Kingdom and earnestly beg for your assistance."
"You’ll need to speak with our Manager about that, I’m just the head of the refugee camp."
Ma Ban looked at him, then at the group of people behind him, his brows lightly furrowed.
"Is that your kingdom?"
The implication was—
Is that all the people left?
Sam heard the deeper meaning in the voice but didn’t mind.
A weak nation has no diplomacy, not to mention a perished one.
He was well aware of his position and responded calmly.
"They are the most loyal warriors of the kingdom; we are certainly not limited to these people, my older brother still leads the restoration army at the front lines, battling the army’s hounds, and our subjects have never surrendered."
Ma Ban shrugged his shoulders.
"I will report your situation to our Manager."
Although he sympathized with their plight emotionally, he didn’t believe a kingdom that had already perished held any utility value for their alliance.
The No. 3 Oasis, situated in the mid-west, was at least a thousand kilometers away from here, passing through No. 9 Oasis and heading northwest, with an immense desert in between—it was just too far...
Of course, these were just fleeting thoughts in his mind, the specific decisions were the Manager’s responsibility.
Whatever decision that person made, he would support unconditionally.
For now, his job was merely to set up the outpost and help rebuild the homes for the survivors around Rui Valley City.
"Please make sure to convey our situation exactly as it is to him, our earlier misunderstanding was unintentional."
Glancing at the pale-faced queen, Sommer pondered why she was here while continuing earnestly.
"Although the threat from the west is a common danger for us all, we will not use this feeble expression to ask for your unconditional assistance."
Looking at the five shabby carriages, Ma Ban couldn’t help but smile and added another question.
"Oh, what could you possibly offer our esteemed Manager?"
Even if those five carriages were full of gold, what of it?
Those shiny things are worthless here.
To the "friend and high official’s" jest, Sommer didn’t take it to heart and spoke in a very soft voice.
"No outsider has ever become the master of the desert people, including the Falcon Kingdom that occupies those oases, but we are willing to break this precedent."
He paused, then continued.
"I’ve heard the Manager has four sons; if any of them wishes to marry my sister, and once their offspring come of age, I will gladly relinquish the throne to him."
"You will receive the bloodline of the Honey Badger royal family and a legitimate succession right. Under the blessings of the Spirit of the Sand Sea, that grandchild will not only possess 50,000 square kilometers of fertile land in Oasis No.3 and the loyalty of nearly a million subjects, but he will also rightfully become the master of Oasis No.2... the ruler of the Falcon Kingdom."
Sommer spoke these words with earnestness, his gaze unwavering and resolute.
However, upon hearing this statement, Ma Ban was stunned, his face wearing a bizarre expression.
After a long silence, he finally managed to squeeze out a sentence.
"... That first sentence."
"Where did you hear that from?"
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