Chapter 74

"You damn vampire! There's no relief ration!"

It was a man with a scratchy beard and a frosty face, but he was much stronger than the others.

The ragged dress worn by soshyan can also be vaguely seen as the training clothes of the Star Army.

Seeing the man jump out, West's eyebrows picked up and a look of disdain appeared on his face.

"Lieutenant ventricos, as a retired officer of the Star Army, you really give the Secretary of military a face."

"Bah!"

The former star Lieutenant spat at West with no fear on his face.

"What you said is nonsense! They may be cowardly, stingy or cunning, but who made them like this?"

He pointed to west and shouted:

"It's you! It's you landlords and grain merchants!"

The man's livid face showed an angry look almost crying, and every word he said was gnashing his teeth.

"If you can't get enough food, you'll burn down your houses! Force them to work hard and kill people if they don't obey! You also privately set up casinos to entice those self-employed farmers to gamble. When they lose all their money, you'll lend and rob them of their land! You also bid up prices during the natural disaster,

Usury! Fry the price of farm tools to dozens of times the purchase price! "

While scolding, the man's eyes stared at the boss, his teeth clenched, and his words were almost squeezed out between his teeth.

"What do you tell them to do! What should they do!!"

With that, the man sat down on the ground, lowered his hair, made a repressive cry, and hit the ground with his fist, even with blood marks.

"Damn it! Damn it!"

Suddenly, a shadow enveloped him. The man looked up and found a giant in silver gray armor standing in front of him. The armor was covered with thunder clouds, bringing a terrible smell of destruction.

"You just said, no relief rations?"

"My Lord! My Lord! Some, some! They are greedy one by one."

"Shut up!"

Soshyan's sullen voice made West immediately shut his mouth and tremble with fear.

Then he turned to the man on the ground.

"Tell me."

"No! I swear by my life! What they give is not relief rations, but something wrapped in mud ash with a small amount of grain and local plants! Sir, most of the local plants in the world are toxic, and people will die if they eat too much! They give those things, roots

I didn't want to save people! I wanted to kill people! "

The man curled up at soshyan's feet with tears on his face.

"Both my wife and daughter... Died after eating those things!"

"Nonsense, nonsense! You are all nonsense! Mingming ate so much food! But he said he didn't eat anything!"

West is still defending himself.

"Don't try to deceive angels with pity! You are a rebel! It's a rebel that should be killed! It's an iron fact that you attacked the tax authorities of the Empire!"

"I, I..."

The old man who led the team before suddenly stood up unsteadily, and then suddenly pulled out a knife from his crutch.

For a moment, the star soldiers touched their weapons one after another, and the guards pointed their guns at them.

But everyone didn't expect that the old man stabbed a knife into his abdomen, then roared and pulled to the right.

"You --"

Soshyan was also stunned. He saw the thick blood overflowing from the huge crack in the old man's abdomen, and the strong smell of blood in the air floated into his nose through his helmet.

"Big, big man!"

The old man's legs trembled, but he still clenched his teeth. He put his hand into his abdomen and pulled out a piece of intestines.

From the blue veins on his forehead, we can imagine what degree of pain he was suffering, but he held it back and sent it to soshyang with his bloody hands.

"You, look, absolutely, there is no... One grain, grain!"

With that, the old man fell back, and the people screamed and hurried to help him.

The old man's eyes were wide, his face full of wrinkles and soil was a deep sadness, and he didn't move after the last two ups and downs in his chest.

"He... Why."

Such a tragic scene deeply shocked soshyang, even more than the blood and flesh flying on the battlefield and the hail of bullets.

Why does a mortal who should be extremely fragile and of little value in his mind do this?

What pushed him to this point?

Soshyang turned his head and looked at the landlord with his head shrunk. His face was as white as a dead body. His armour was slowly clenched

"You've got his body."

Suddenly, sol, who had not spoken from beginning to end, stood up and pointed to the dead old man.

"We have known what happened to you and will give all this back to the star governor. The Empire will give you a fair judgment. Before that... As long as you lay down your arms, we swear with honor to ensure your life safety before the judgment of the Empire comes."

The retired lieutenant of the Star Army understood Sol's words and nodded after being silent for less than ten seconds.

Then sol turned to west and said:

"Once they lay down their weapons, they will no longer be militants. If you don't trust them to enter the city, you can place them outside the city and provide clean water and food. Even if they are really guilty, they should be handed over to the imperial legal department for trial, not you."

"Of course, of course!"

West nodded hurriedly.

"But -"

Soshyan wanted to say something, but Sol's whisper came into his ears through the helmet's communicator.

"We don't have time to struggle in the vortex of morality, soshyan."

He could only swallow the words in his throat.

When the rebels who entered the city returned to the jungle with the old man's body, a large number of rebellious serfs and farmers came out of the natural bunker and came to the designated resettlement area outside the city with weapons.

After a simple inspection by the guards, their weapons are collected, and then they can go to the temporary shelter to get food and clean water.

Just when all this happened, soshyan and his party had left the city and went to the abandoned mine under the leadership of the housekeeper sent by West.

Before leaving, soshyan asked sol.

"Why don't you let me punish him."

He, of course, means West.

Soshyan has been able to confirm that this group of landlords is definitely the real driver of the rebellion.

But facing the angry soshyan, Sol's answer was.

"Soshyan, have you been to the lower deck of the spark?"

The young battle commander was stunned. He suddenly realized that he had never set foot in other areas of the warship under his feet.

"No."

Facing soshyan's honesty, sol had a smile on his face, which was like an adult watching a child's childish behavior.

"You must go and see. That's the real hell."