People can't be resurrected after death, and between personal emotions and the survival of the infected people in Victoria, Xia Feng chooses the latter.

Of course, this may not be a multiple-choice question.

In the eyes of others, Xia Feng seemed to calmly choose the so-called overall situation, but in fact, his mentality has changed subtly.

If anything, it is that he wants personal emotions and subversion of the empire.

....

in the room.

After Nancy successfully transferred 10 billion terra coins to Darksteel, Xia Feng also completed the call with Ogul.

The Dark Steel Arsenal of what he needed couldn't be completed within the deadline, but it didn't matter, Ogul promised to help contact Raytheon Industries.

There is 10 billion to open the way, Xia Feng doesn't have to worry about the specific process of this matter, if 10 billion is not enough, he will go to Li Yuntian to ask for money without blushing and heartbeat.

...

After this matter was dealt with, Xia Feng contacted Silver Gray again.

According to his previous request, Silver Ash has already completed the mobilization near Longmen with his special forces, and Penguin Logistics is responsible for peripheral intelligence throughout the process, which can be said to be foolproof.

Silver Ash said that Xia Feng didn't care how his troops came, he only needed to notify the time.

But after thinking about it, if Silver Gray wants to bypass the border guards and land from the sea, there is no other way than to take a boat.

The 8,000-strong troops are not too much, but too little..... Actually, it's quite a lot.

....

On the phone, the voice of Silver Gray was full of confidence.

"You don't have to worry about it, as long as you make sure the port is safe, I will definitely arrive on time."

Xia Feng knew that Silver Ash had some means, but it was okay to transport goods by sea, and it was still too risky to directly transport heavily armed regular troops.

"No, you listen to me about this, don't come from the sea, just find a way to come to the southern border from the interior."

Silver Ash was a little stunned.

"Border?"

"Yes."

"Aren't Victoria's border guards on the side of the Empire, and they'll let it go?"

"I'll figure it out, you just have to come from the interior."

Silver Gray hesitated.

"There's no way my people can stay at the border for long."

"It's okay, you just have to follow the time I gave."

"What time?"

Xia Feng lowered his head and glanced at his bracelet secretly.

The data shown above at the moment is:

[Fusion rate of somatic cells and source stones: 15%]

[Crystal density of blood source stone 0.51uL]

[Critical period: 13]

[Countdown to the next cycle: 8 days]

....

Holding the phone, Xia Feng's voice was firm.

"As long as your troops arrive at the border in eight days, I promise to let you in."

Silver Ash heard the momentum of Xia Feng's tone.

"Okay, I see."

"Silver Gray, thank you."

"Heh, we are allies, after this battle, remember to come to Sherag as a guest, I will invite you to drink."

"Okay."

....

In the next few days, Xia Feng asked Hu Lai to roughly count the cities where a large number of infected people gathered in Shengdi City.

As he expected, as the Central Army moved deeper and deeper into the southern hinterland, the infected retreated to the coastal area and the border area centered on Yehua City.

The active evacuation of the infected reduced the pressure on the Central Army to occupy the city, they only needed to enter the city, burn the concentration of infected people in the city, and then leave a small number of troops behind.

The living space of the infected is being compressed step by step, and as the evacuation of the infected becomes more and more decisive, the pressure on the Southern Military District is also increasing.

Of course, it is good that the infected are spared the massacre before the Central Army enters the city, but the containment effect at the cost of their lives has been lost, and the soldiers of the Southern Military District, who have suffered heavy casualties, have become more and more passive.

According to the current state, the final "Armageddon" is already difficult to achieve.

If the commander-in-chief of the border military district, Medes, has been stubbornly guarding the border, the Central Army only needs to maintain this tactic of infiltration by dividing units all the time, and at most half a month, it will cut off all the supply lines of the Southern Military District like Go.

When the time comes, the so-called decisive battle will be just a death struggle.

....

3 days ago.

Yehua City, Office of the Commander-in-Chief of the Border Military District.

In the room, Mesha and General Medders are arguing fiercely.

"Father, can't you see what Victoria is going through now?"

"War has always been like this."

"This is not a war, why should we kill each other?"

"This is the decision of the Empire, as soldiers, we only need to do our duty!"

Meisha slammed her palm on the table.

"Even if the king pointed the butcher's knife at his own people?"

Medes had a gloomy face, and he had the impression that Mesha had never spoken to him in this way since he was a child.

"It's not the people, it's the infected."

Meisha stared into her father's eyes.

"Aren't the infected people?"

In the face of his daughter's questioning, a trace of hesitation flashed in Medus's eyes, which quickly disappeared, and then, he stubbornly retorted.

"Is it that the people don't need the army to define, we just need to obey the orders of the empire and obey the command of the military department."

Meisha's eyes were filled with disappointment.

"Even if Victoria's blood is bleeding?"

"Meisha, it's not for us to decide."

"Heh, why can't you decide, General Gleason can decide, General Ormon can decide, why can't you decide? Just because you are a soldier, can a soldier only choose to be foolish? ”

"Bang!"

Medus angrily slapped the table and yelled.

"Enough, Meisha, the army can't have its own thoughts, the army is not involved in politics, once the army has thoughts, it is a harbinger of the country's demise."

Standing up from his chair, Meders paced back and forth with his hands behind his back.

"I shouldn't have let you leave Lentinium in the first place, I shouldn't have let you follow Gleason! Look at what you've learned! ”

...

After a few passes to Mesa, the office fell silent.

After a long time, Medis, who was standing in front of the window, sighed heavily.

"Meisha, this civil strife will soon be calmed down, and after the war is over, Victoria will soon return to its original state, and the existence of the infected will become history, you are my only daughter, I hope you can understand."

"Father."

"Meisha, I understand your thoughts, I have also been young, and I have had a lot of blood, but time will tell, this world is not fair, and the justice in your heart is powerless in the face of a powerful empire."

Medus walked up to Mesha and placed his hand gently on her shoulder.

"Meisha, listen to Daddy, give up your childish thoughts, stay with me, as long as we hold the border, the war will soon be over."

Meisha could hear her father's good intentions, but she was not the so-called young and hot-blooded.

With a dead look, Mesa spoke softly.

"Father, if one day I catch the ore disease, will you also deport me?"

"This ..... Don't say such things. ”

"I mean, would you?"

Meders opened his mouth, but he had always stood firm, but this time he did not say a word several times.

....

Seeing her father's hesitant expression, Meisha gently closed her eyes.

"Father, goodbye."

With that, Meisha turned around and walked towards the door.

Her chest was raised high, and her steps were not messy, as if she was walking on a path of truth that she would never regret or turn back.

It's just that at the moment when she turned around, unlike her resolute back, a tear fell from the corner of her eye.