Demon Lord 3

Maybe there are too many things going on recently, and he is a little busy. After all, when people feel relaxed, they will often be satisfied, but the relaxation can be long or short. His relaxation is short, so he is also a workaholic. After the relaxation, he becomes anxious, which makes him breathless. Wen Qihua saw me coming and poured me some water and said, "Sister, what do you say about this matter? I really can't imagine it. Those people should have been dealt with. As their leader, I am also their only boss! It is natural to deal with them. This is not a small makeshift team, but a real large army. Without discipline and rules, what if they really don't listen to me in the future? In fact, I am more anxious about more than this. I am mainly worried about how the people at the bottom will survive? After there is no war, I will think about how those people can survive. I can only make all the decisions at that time, but it is different now. I don't think about this in advance. A question arises: will I still have the troops I need to mobilize by then? Regarding the earlier incident with the female soldier, she could have been a good medic, but unexpectedly, she was forced to do the hardest, most tiring job in the army, all because she wasn't paid. If your family were truly wealthy, would you still enlist? My answer was no, but then I realized they would receive advance notice, and the war would be over soon. At that point, enlistment would have excellent benefits, while those who were paid wouldn't be fighting in the rear, remaining soldiers before victory. For those who died fighting, isn't that a great irony? Listening to what he said, I felt his anxiety was excessive, on the verge of collapse. I couldn't mock him any further. I could only say that what he said was absolutely correct. Logically, there was nothing wrong with it. It was indeed a great irony, but those people were deeply entrenched. What should I do? I want to say this from another way. Those people have the best skills and can exchange for the most food in the shortest time. Wen Qihua has strong military capabilities, but he never thinks about how to grow food and get a large amount of military rations in the shortest time. Even with those robots, it only reduces the burden on farmers. When it comes to the stage of transferring food, the matter becomes much more difficult. Wen Qihua has been very upset recently and thinks his head is about to explode. He can never figure out what to do about this matter. If he really kills those people, it will not be a good thing for him. I know that they are his brothers who have been through life and death with him. If he leaves those people outside, he may be in danger and may even lose all his power. Even if power is not the most important, perhaps the people below will suffer even more. Originally, after this battle, he was about to embrace victory and a better life, but doing so may lead to falling into another vortex. But in this world, perhaps we cannot think about problems with a normal mind. After all, this world is a world of war. How can we find peace in a world of war? Actually, I have another, more perfect answer: perhaps this world cannot have peace, but will always be shrouded in the flames of war. Once peace is achieved, many problems will arise. After all, besides the intrigues and schemes of the people here, there are only those who know how to fight. When these people gather together, it seems like there's nowhere else to go but war. I'm starting to think about this, but I'm starting to feel overwhelmed. I walk out of the room, feeling lost, and wander the streets recklessly, as if I've lost my soul. I wander into a teahouse and sit down. I order a pot of fine tea. I don't listen to music or storytelling, but simply sit there quietly, wondering: is this a pure land? Or is it just a place where people are trying to survive? I pay my bill and walk out. I see two people wrestling. They look incredibly strong; if they were fighting, they'd be pretty good fighters, right? But those people would rather earn performance fees than risk their lives in war. Perhaps that's just trying to survive! But who wants to risk their lives there? Are those who actually go there not allowed to covet even a little bit of food? Those people have truly experienced life and death, but if they are greedy, they will be killed. And those who live in mediocrity are not guilty. Walking forward, I saw a fortune teller.