Bengtie, sandbox development, how did they run out!

The Iron Guards are fighting bravely against the enemy, but we can't even guarantee them enough food and equipment. Many Iron Guards have died on the battlefield due to lack of food and clothing!"

"What's the point of telling me this? Did you see what was in that old man's bag? Many people in the lower city can't even get enough olm! People are freezing to death or starving to death every day!

But what about you? Have you ever cared about our lives over the past decade? The Silvermane Guards are clearly Beloberg's army, yet they help the Buli people oppress us!

Don't think I'll be nice to you just because you said something nice. Everyone in the Lower City knows that the current Silver Mane Iron Guards are just dogs of the Buli people. They've long since betrayed their compatriots!"

Seele's words were like steel needles piercing Bronya's heart. She wanted to refute that it was not the case, but the facts before her forced her to admit that what Seele said was the current situation of Beloberg.

The atmosphere between the two sides was extremely tense, like a powder keg with a lit fuse that could explode at any time.

After being silent for a full half minute, Xier was the first to sigh and slowed down her tone: "Forget it, there is no point in telling you this. In short, this plan is related to the future of the entire Yalilo.

Honestly, I am very opposed to leaving the fate of Yalilo to you, the people of the Upper City, but we have no choice, because most of the smartest and most skilled people are in the Upper City..."

If the previous words only made Bronya angry and heavy, then this sentence was the one that truly pierced Bronya's heart.

Xier wants the people in the lower city to live more than anyone else, and she cares less about the lives of the people in the upper city than anyone else.

But in order to continue the civilization of Yalilo, even she knew very well that only those who had technology, knowledge, and knew how to restore order and create a country could continue civilization and usher in a revival.

If you want to preserve this seed, someone must sacrifice, and Xier represents the decision of many people in the lower city.

Even though they believed that the people of Upper City had abandoned them, even though they believed that the Silvermane Iron Guard had long since betrayed their compatriots and become minions of the Buli people...

But when it comes to the continuation of civilization, they still choose to make sacrifices.

The price of living is too heavy, too heavy...

Chapter 136: The Battle of the First King, the Eve of the Storm (5K)

The smoother the last section of the road was, the harder it was for Bronya.

The blockade line was very close, and Xier put one hand on her waist and stopped casually.

Bronya also stopped and turned to look at her.

"What are you looking at me for?" Xier shrugged and raised her chin towards the blockade. "You can go back now. After all, you're the acting commander. Even if those Bu Li people act recklessly, they won't make things difficult for you, right?"

"I......"

Bronya opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but when the words came to her lips she didn't know how to start.

In the end, she just sighed lightly and said, "I will find a way to convince mother. Those guys will come to Yalilo IV tomorrow.

The Autumn Hunt will last approximately a week. If the Buli people truly intend to abandon this planet, the deadline will be a week from now. You must prepare as soon as possible."

"Don't worry, we're almost there. Speaking of preparation, there's actually nothing to prepare for. We're just going to die."

"...If, and I mean if, I fail to convince Mother, I will send you a signal. Then, you will run away. Don't fight with those Bu Li people. Find a way to escape. As many people as you can escape."

"Oh, let us escape? What about you? What are you going to do?"

"I have no idea......"

Bronya raised her head, gazing at the rough, barren, undulating, dark cliffs above her head that separated the upper and lower towns, and murmured:

"Beloberg is my hometown. I was born here and will die here. My mother raised me, and I cannot abandon her."

Seele's heart moved slightly, and she couldn't help but chuckle. Her resistance to Bronya also decreased a little at this moment: "That sounds really stupid..."

"..."

"But, I'm probably the same as you."

"What?" Bronya's eyes trembled slightly. "You don't have to stay here. With your skills, if you go to another planet, you might be able to find a good job."

"No, I'm nostalgic. I don't want to go anywhere except Yalilo. Besides, I still have an unfinished promise. Although I can't quite remember what it was. It's been so long that I can't quite recall it."

"..."

Hearing this, Bronya frowned slightly, looking thoughtful.

Agreement?

It's really strange. I have this feeling in my heart, as if an important promise has not been fulfilled.

How did I spend my childhood before I was adopted by my mother?

"Well, let's say goodbye. Although you are a very annoying guy, we can only rely on you. Well, how should I put it..."

Xier lowered her eyelids, revealing a complex and bitter smile. "Forget it, none of this matters anymore. I hope we can meet again. That's it."

"goodbye......"

Bronya forced a smile, adjusted her expression, and walked towards the blockade line. Seele turned and left without looking back, her back gradually moving away until she completely disappeared into the night.

Inside the blockade, Bronya encountered a familiar figure.

He was a blond man, tall with a resolute face. Although he looked a little tired from dealing with the monsters of the Rift and the defense work, his bright eyes were not dimmed at all.

"Commander Bronya? Why are you here?"

Seeing Bronya, Jeppard's tired face showed a hint of surprise, followed by excitement and joy:

"According to the orders of the Grand Guardian, the Iron Guards have been searching for you all day in the suburban snowfields and several locations in the lower city. Where exactly did you go?"

Bronya made up a story, "It's a long story. I was caught in a storm and fell into a crevice in the canyon. I finally managed to climb out."

"Are you coming from downtown?"

"Ah."

"So, you weren't in any danger, were you...?"

When asking this question, Jeppard's expression was a little complicated.

He said this as if everyone in the downtown area was a potential criminal.

In fact, it is not surprising that he would think so. After all, the upper and lower city areas of Beloberg have been separated for too long. In addition, the Silver Mane Iron Guards have a submissive attitude towards Bu Liren, so the residents of the lower city area will not have a good face towards the upper city area.

Bronya was well aware of Jeppard's concerns. She forced a smile and said reassuringly, "I'm fine. The lower city isn't as bad as we thought, Officer Jeppard."

"Sorry, that's not what I meant. I just, uh..."

"It's okay. I understand."

Bronya caught a glimpse of two Buliren centurions approaching from the corner of her eye. She put away her smile and said seriously, "Anyway, send me back first."

"Yes, Acting Commander."

Under Jeppard's escort, Bronya ignored the infantry sentries deployed along the way and took the cable car to the upper city.

By the time she returned to the Great Guardian's mansion, it was completely dark.

Cocolia had received the news of Bronya's return in advance, so as soon as Bronya entered the gate, she was taken to Cocolia's bedroom by the servants who had been waiting there.

Compared with the magnificent palaces of kings, princes and generals, Cocolia's bedroom looks much simpler.

The room is dominated by warm wood tones. The floor is covered with solid wood flooring with fine texture and uniform color, and a layer of soft blanket is used as a cushion, which is warm and comfortable to step on.

The ceiling is simple and elegant, supported only by a row of exquisite wooden beams, with several exquisite copper chandeliers hanging above, emitting a soft and warm light.

Near the floor-to-ceiling window, a natural wood desk stands quietly, with several ancient books and an exquisite feather pen on the table, and next to it is a simple table lamp.

Cocolia was sitting at the table, reading official documents. When she heard Bronya's footsteps, she quickly stood up with a look of joy.

But the next second, she seemed to have thought of something, and the joy on her face returned to calm, and turned into a serious look.

As the door opened, Bronya's frail figure appeared at the door: "Mother..."

Cocolia looked up at the door, crossed her arms, and nodded slightly in response: "I'm glad you're back. Are you hurt?"

"I am fine."

"If you're fine, why did you come back just now? Did you run into trouble? Tell me in detail what happened to you after the storm hit."

"..."

Bronya recalled her experiences with Natasha and Seele in the downtown area, and her heart began to beat fast.

If I tell the truth, will my mother really agree?

As the supreme governor of Beloberg, the leader of Yarilo VI, and the undisputed ruler of the Everlasting City, would she really agree to sacrifice the vast majority of her people in exchange for the safety of a very small number of people and the continuation of civilization?

Bronya was willing to risk everything and agree to Natasha and the others' suggestions.

But if you ask yourself, if she were the one sitting in the position of Grand Guardian, she would definitely not have the courage and determination to carry out such a "cruel" resolution.

"what happened?"

Cocolia frowned slightly, noticing Bronya's uneasiness: "What's on your mind? Don't hide it, just tell me."

"Mother, I..."

Bronya opened her mouth, pondered her words for a long time, and finally spoke slowly:

"Mother, have you ever thought about resisting the rule of the Buli people..."

"Silence."

Cocolia suddenly interrupted Bronya's words, looking around with a vigilant look on her face.

After confirming that there were no secret sentries around, she frowned and scolded him harshly, "Bronya, do you know what you are talking about?"

"Of course I know, Mother. Can't you see? This autumn hunt may be the 'last' autumn hunt on this planet.

Most of the Buli people have already withdrawn from Yalilo VI, and only a few scattered troops are left to guard the camp.

The fact that General Du Lan, who had not appeared in decades, suddenly showed up in Yalilo was enough to explain the problem!

They clearly treated this autumn hunt as a funeral for Yalilo VI!"

Cocolia stared at her and said, "Bronya, this is just your guess..."

"This is not just my guess! It's solid evidence!"

Bronya retorted loudly, "Mother, I have read about the customs and culture of the Buli people.

When they decide to abandon a planet, they will hold their last 'Autumn Hunt' on that planet!

Strictly speaking, this autumn hunt should be called "Satiqi", which is the Dulan language and means "burial"!

Mother, think about it yourself, what kind of activity would use the word "burial"?

After saying these words, Cocolia also lowered her head.

She is not a fool. How could she not understand what Bronya said?

After a moment's silence, Cocolia sat back in her chair, crossed her legs, stared at the floor, and asked without raising her head, "Then tell me, what do you want to do?"

"My plan is bold and risky, and may even make you uncomfortable..."

Bronya carefully observed the changes in her mother's expression and said, "Before listening, I hope you can prepare yourself mentally..."

"Don't worry about my feelings, just say it."

"it is good......"

After getting Cocolia's consent, Bronya took a deep breath and began to speak: "We plan to have those on the list escape from Yalilo VI."

Over the next ten minutes, Bronya told Natasha everything about her "crazy plan."

She tried to describe to Kokolia the specific action steps of the plan in as much detail as possible, even including the personnel composition, the number of rebel troops in the lower city, and the deployment of each unit. She told her everything without hiding anything.

This was also Natasha's instruction. As the leader of the Earth Fire, Natasha knew very well that if the specific details and action plan were not fully disclosed, Cocolia would most likely not allow it.

After Bronya finished her story, the room fell into silence for three minutes.

Cocolia stared into Bronya's eyes, as if she wanted to penetrate her soul through the window of her eyes.

After a while, she touched her earlobe and asked calmly, "This isn't your plan, is it?"

"...Yes, it was proposed by the people in the downtown area. This is their decision, and they hope to get your assistance."

"I don't agree with this."

"Wha, what?!"

Bronya's eyes widened in disbelief. "You don't agree? Why?"

"You think things are too simple, Bronya. Just the allocation of quotas alone is enough to overwhelm everyone.

The most outstanding educators? The smartest scientists? The people on this list don't even begin to represent the best in these fields.