"It's strange, why isn't it snowing today?"

"And not even the wind blew, not even the clouds dissipated."

"It's the sun, look, it's the sun!"

Syllable!

This is the sound of a leather whip whipping on the body.

A group of overseers in padded coats, long leather whips in their hands, mercilessly whipped the bodies of the other group.

And those who were beaten had only a few thin clothes and trousers, which were not enough to withstand the cold.

Especially when the whip falls on them, it will be whipped apart along with the clothes of the people, and the clothes on their bodies are already in tatters.

This is the "Kingdom on the Bridge" Tagera Wolf.

This is a country built on bridges, hundreds of meters wide and immeasurably long.

The Draconians intended to use the bridge to connect all the islands in the sea, so they issued this policy 700 years ago.

Because the construction period of the bridge is too long, the completion date is far away, so the laborers eat, drink, live and sleep on the bridge.

Thus the "Kingdom on the Bridge" was formed.

But 700 years later, not even a tenth of the islands in the East China Sea, which served as a test site, are connected.

However, the world government has not ended this costly policy.

This is because most of the people working here are nationals of countries that refuse to join the world government.

It is also a warning: against the world government, sooner or later you will be reduced to slavery.

Cold, hunger, exertion, pain ...

A petite figure could no longer endure the torture and finally fell to the ground weakly.

"Sister!"

A boy who looked to be about fifteen or sixteen years old threw himself on top of the little girl, tearing open his throat and letting out a cry of grief.

There is no white snow today, and there is no biting cold wind.

His voice sounded so clear, painful and... Despair.

"Smack!"

The black leather whip landed on the boy's back, tearing the boy's clothes in half directly from the middle.

A bright red streak of blood formed on his back, but his body remained motionless, as if he didn't feel any pain at all.

Because his heart hurts more than his back.

After his parents, his only sister finally left him.

"Yoh?"

"Aren't you afraid of pain?"

"It seems that Lao Tzu is not using it hard enough!"

Sou...

The long black whip slammed into the boy's back with a whistling wind.

Some of the other slaves even closed their eyes, afraid to look at the tragic scene that followed.

"That's it."

An extremely calm voice suddenly sounded out of thin air.

The sound was not loud, but it seemed to have a kind of magic, and it fell into the ears of everyone present with great clarity.

A man dressed in black trousers wrapped in a dark green cloak suddenly appeared behind the boy.

It was he, who grabbed the overseer's right hand and stopped the whip from falling on the boy.

The overseer only glanced at the man's face, which was hidden under the hood, and as if he had seen a ghost, he suddenly collapsed on the ground, unable to move, and was soaked with urine.

Overlord color domineering!

"Enemy attack!"

Countless overseers gathered from all directions, but the cloaked man seemed to see nothing at all, and he slowly walked towards the boy.

"Fire!"

Dense bullets rained down on the cloaked man like a curtain of rain.

But for some reason, a green whirlwind suddenly blew between heaven and earth.

The wind is howling.

All the bullets were blown into the sky like fluttering goose feathers, and the overseers who came to support were blown into the sea under the bridge by the green wind, and there was no chance of survival.

"God... This is God! ”

"God has come to save us!"

Witnessing Dorag's manipulation of the wind, the slaves of the Kingdom on the bridge even worshipped Dorag as a god.

Dorag walked over to the boy, crouched down and asked softly.

"What's your name, kid?"

"My name is Gerald."

"Let's bury your sister together, shall we?"

"Thanks... Thank you. ”

No one dared to come forward to talk to Dorag, and no one ran away.

Because this is the kingdom on the bridge... They have no way to run.

Time passes minute by minute.

The slaves watched with their own eyes, and together with Gerald, Dorag slowly dug a pit in the bridge and buried Gerald's sister.

Gerald had been kneeling at his sister's grave for a long time, and he didn't react.

In the crowd, someone finally couldn't help but ask, "May I ask the gods, are you here to save us?" ”

"No!"

Dorag's answer struck the hearts of the crowd like a hammer.

But Dorag quickly continued: "It is not the gods who can save you, only yourselves!" ”

"Give me thirty years!"

"No, twenty years at most!"

"I will definitely eliminate those Draconians who control the world government and let everyone live a free life!"

"Every one of you, you must persevere!"

"Twenty years from now, there will be no more Draconians in the world!"

"There will be no more oppression!"

"Long live the gods!"

The excited slaves cheered.

Dorag didn't reveal that he wasn't a god, but a mortal.

Because he knows that people who live in such extreme circumstances must have a mythical faith to lead them through these difficult years.

"Gerald, I'm leaving."

"You must take your sister's hope and live strongly!"

"I'm going to live!"

"To kill the Draconians!"

Dorag's expression was a little subtle, but he didn't say anything.

A gust of wind howled, and like a true god, Dorag rode the wind and left Tagerawolff in the prostrations and longing of the slaves.

He didn't take Gerald with him.

He didn't take anyone.

Because he knows that only by overthrowing the rule of the Celestial Dragon people can he truly save this world.

……

"Bang!"

The door was slammed open by Bermel.

"Hailan Shao..."

Hailan rudely interrupted Bermel's words: "Get out!" ”

Bermel was a little confused: "Uh..."

"Did you report it? Knocking on the door? Lieutenant, remember who you are? You're a soldier, not a hooligan! ”

"Uh... Right... I'm sorry..."

Bermel slumped out of Hailan's office.

"Knock knock!"

"Report! I'm Lieutenant Bermel! ”

"Come in!"

Bermeel, who walked in the door, slapped Hailan directly on the desk.

This time, Hailan just frowned and didn't say anything.

After all, the ruffians of the Navy have to be corrected little by little.

Bermel's face had already climbed into crimson because of his busyness and anxiety: "Sir, you asked me to give the soldiers a pension and a bonus, and there is no money!" ”

"Colonel Hill's little coffers are running out?"

"Didn't that already be used when you built the martyr's cemetery?"

"Uh..."

"It's okay..."

"We're not short of money!"

(The second watch will be dozens of minutes late)