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Chapter 808 Good people don’t live long in troubled times(3/3)

Seeing the concerns in Alayan's eyes, Gopal just smiled calmly.

"No matter whether it is a abandoned child or not, the soldiers are in our hands."

Alayan's eyes narrowed, and there was a hint of danger in his eyes when he looked at Gopal.

"What do you want to do?"

Gopal continued without changing his face.

"The Wolf tribe will not follow you. After all, their relatives are in Wolf State, but the Horse tribe and the Bird tribe may not be. In my opinion, you should not only obey the order, but also obey the orders fiercely. It is just that you do not treat the Horse tribe and the Bird tribe as cannon fodder, but instead cultivate the direct line who is truly loyal to you-"

"Enough! Don't say this again!" Alayan scolded him angrily, interrupting him.

The interrupted Gopal was not angry either, but just nodded respectfully and saluted.

“I’m just giving you a suggestion…”

"The empire is going to be in chaos, and good people cannot live long in troubled times."

After saying that, he left Alayan with a gloomy face, turned around and left the military tent alone.

Just when the gray wolf of the empire was stagnant due to lack of support from heavy equipment, the Moon Resistance Army, who was confronting it, was busy sending people across the river to catch Mengfu overnight.

Obviously, every family has a difficult sutra to recite, and the Mengfuzhou authorities, which have a superficial appearance, have a hard time.

At the same time, new changes are brewing on the wasteland.

The next day, the sun rising from the sea level in the southern waters, and the Conch Conch's Qianmu of the Alliance surfaced in the waters near Coral City.

At this time, a small transport plane from Ideal City flew from far away and slowly landed on the apron on the deck of the Conch.

It was a model that Chu Guang had never seen before. It looked a bit like the Viper of the Alliance. I think it was a new thing created by the company, and maybe it was just a copy of the Alliance.

But it doesn't matter, Chu Guang is very open-minded.

After all, the alliance has also made a lot of flirting with enterprises. The engine of the "Bawang" transport aircraft was simply taken from the "Kill Whale" transport aircraft, and it is no big deal to make people reciprocate.

What made Chu Guang quite pleased was that the dead houses in Ideal City have finally learned the knowledge recently.

The company's board of directors probably finally realized that they were also part of the wasteland. Some lunatics made things bigger and they had to come forward to clean up the mess.

That's exactly what Torch Church has trouble.

If they interfered in the crisis of Singularity City early, things would go far beyond the development of the situation that would later be out of control.

Based on reflection on their own problems, they have become more and more active in participating in wasteland affairs recently, and various large ranges and ultra-high-speed aircraft have sprung up like mushrooms after a rain.

Soon, a middle-aged man in formal clothes walked out of the hatch.

He had a bright sunny smile on his face, and he stretched out his right hand to Chu Guang, who was standing next to the apron from a distance.
Chapter completed!
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