Sword of Dawn

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Balter put his hand into his bosom, and silently took out his last food: a small piece of black bread that was as rough as a log, and with his movements, the people around him also took out the last food from his body— —Small pieces of flatbread, dried cheese, slices of bread, or nothing at all.

These things are not their rations, but they snatch them from the farms or villages along the way, but most of the time they don't even have the chance to grab a bite of food—those Cecils have been Try to drive them to flee in the barren wilderness, just like wolves drive sheep.

There is no grill, no cooking pot, and the rising smoke will attract the "sky fire" of the Cecilians. This is one of the few useful experiences that everyone has summed up during the days of fleeing.This small group of fugitives delivered the last morsels to their mouths. Before the first ray of sunshine hit their faces, they began to eat silently. Balter bit hard. He would never take a bite in the past. Inferior black bread, bloodshot eyes full of tiredness.

He wants to sleep, whatever it takes, he just wants to sleep now, he wants to eat and lie down, nothing, nothing to stop him.

A sharp whistling sound came from a distance, flying across the sky.

This sharp whistling sound is the language of the devil, the voice of death, disaster, and cursed gods. At the moment when the whistling sound sounded, Baltur only felt that every pore in his body was tightening subconsciously. Before the muscles subconsciously propped him up from the ground, his movements stopped due to another stronger and more irrational reason.

He doesn't want to get up, he just wants to rest, he just wants to stay here quietly, to lose his mother's life and dignity!He doesn't think of it!

Balter's eyes were bloodshot, and he was almost gnashing his teeth looking at the ground under his feet. Around him, two fellow knights, nine followers, dozens of private soldiers, all of them stayed where they were after a brief trembling and nervousness. land.

No one stood up, only a few pairs of numb eyes lifted up and glanced around with a lifeless gaze.

A sharp whistling sound pierced the sky, and a terrifying explosion came from a distance. The ground under his body trembled slightly in the explosion. It was a terrifying force enough to make high-ranking knights and mages lay dead all over the ground. Listening to the explosion that didn't seem very far away, Balter silently picked up the food in his hand and brought it to his mouth.

The companions beside him did the same: after a brief hesitation, they continued to eat.

The second round of whistles came from the air, and a moment later, the second round of explosions resounded throughout the world.

The shock of the explosion and the weakness of his body caused the dry and hard bread in Balter's hand to fall to the ground. He looked at the dirt-stained bread almost numbly, reached out to pick it up expressionlessly, and continued to stuff it between his teeth. Between them, he bit down viciously as if chewing wood.

The third round of whistles came, and this time the explosion seemed to be a little closer.

Even if the "Sky Fire Explosion" landed on the top of his head, he didn't want to get up!They don't even want to wake up!

They tore and bit the remaining bread and bread, and the spirit of human sharing even surged out of some people's minds. Those who still had food divided the food into two portions and sent them to the mouths of their already hungry companions. Beside, amidst the deafening roar of the skyfire explosion, the knights from Cretland and their soldiers ate the last food in silence until the explosion subsided, until the unique irritating breath after the explosion of magic power floated around them .

Then they sat and lay quietly among the pits and stones, thinking and doing nothing.

When one of Cecil's "recovery teams" spotted the team, the team leader was taken aback.

Several noble knights and dozens of private soldiers sat only a few hundred meters away from the last shelling, half of them had already passed out, while those who remained awake watched Cecil fighting with numb expressions The soldier appeared in front of them, and the death-like eyes left a deep impression on the leader of the recovery team. After many years, the leader of the recovery team described the scene he saw like this:

"...After crossing that limit, their will was completely destroyed. They moved on the plain like walking dead, and stopped when their physical strength was exhausted. They sat anywhere and our shells fell. Around them, they're totally unmoved, they'll eat the last of their food and just wait like that. Surrender? No, they're not surrendering, they don't think about it at all, they're just there , but when we arrived, they threw out the weapons very cooperatively, and the only thing they asked for was to sleep... It seems that as long as they can rest peacefully, they can do whatever they want."

On the eighth day after the battle at Crushed Stone Ridge, the coalition forces of the fugitive nobles began to surrender in large numbers—or they stopped in place, quietly waiting for the Cecils to "incorporate" them.

Knight Philip and Walder Perici saw the most incredible sight they had ever seen in the army: people who had completely lost their fighting spirit roamed the plains in groups like walking dead, and there was no need for any fighting to capture the captives. You just need to shoot a few shots at the feet of those people casually, or throw a crystal grenade far away.

Naturally they would stop, and would even tie their own hands if they were given rope.

On the tenth day after the Battle of Crushed Stone Ridge, the Cecil Combat Corps entered the western region of the southern border. Through a series of detours, they circumvented a long arc in the Carroll-Consco area, and The "pursuit" continued towards the Horsman Territory, and in the afternoon of this day, Knight Byron led a thousand support troops from Cecil's native land and a large amount of supplies to complete the rendezvous with Philip's Corps.

Chapter 0403 Incorporation

Unlike the aristocratic coalition forces that can only flee in a hurry in the wilderness and hills, the Cecil Combat Corps has always been able to receive support from the mainland, the Lesley area, and the Kant area, although due to road and traffic restrictions, these supports are not available. Not in time, but in this situation, these supports are enough for the soldiers to breathe and rotate.

On the afternoon of the tenth day, Knight Byron led a thousand troops from Cecil's native land and a large amount of supplies to the west, and successfully merged with the first and second mixed regiments led by Knight Philip. When they converged, Val De Perici was leading the soldiers of the Second Corps to tie up groups of noble coalition prisoners of war and send them to the rear.

Byron found Philip, who led the team: "I brought more 'Persuador' light shells and replacement acceleration rail components-by the way, your side seems to be in good condition."

Due to the many days of marching and fighting, Knight Philip had a look of tiredness on his face, but his spirit was still high: "These things came at the right time-the food can be relied on the dry rations carried and captured from the enemy, but the shells do consume It's serious."

Byron raised his head and looked at the captives with numb expressions, stiff steps, and bound hands like walking corpses. From the mental state of these captives, he knew that the chase was coming to an end.

"It is the lord's confession to keep these people alive as much as possible," he said to Philip, "Most of the noble coalition forces are peasants and hunters recruited from various places, as well as various serf soldiers and slave soldiers. People are workers."

"I know," Philip nodded, "but to be honest...the enemy is getting more and more scattered, especially after entering an open area. Several nobles led the team to flee in different directions. We eliminated and intercepted some of them with artillery fire. , but a few detachments made their way into the forest further west, and I think at least a quarter or a third of the enemy escaped."

"This situation is within the lord's expectation," Byron nodded, "We have powerful artillery and ray guns, but after all, the number is limited, and it is unrealistic to wipe out or incorporate all the enemies. But don't worry, I Before setting off, the lord said a word - the nobles have castles and lands that they cannot let go, they cannot run away forever, and one day we will deal with those who run away."

"I hope so," Philip breathed out deeply, and looked up at the long, almost endless line of captives, "after this war is over, the entire southern part of the kingdom will become a whole ..."

On the No. 12 day of the pursuit, the core of the aristocratic coalition—the team of knights and mages composed of extraordinary people, as well as the nobles who supervised the battle—finally collapsed completely.

The aristocratic private soldiers who lacked organization and discipline could not persist until today. Most of the reason why they have been able to flee is that the extraordinary people in the coalition army are still maintaining the situation with strong willpower and deterrence. But when the will of these extraordinary people reached its limit, the collapse of the entire coalition army was almost instantaneous.

The noble coalition forces began to surrender in patches, and the surrender was led by knights, mages, and even noble lords.

In fact, according to the general rule, it should be easier for the nobles to surrender—according to the usual "rules" of noble wars, the captured nobles who surrendered on the battlefield will receive treatment in line with their status, and as a bargaining chip in exchange for ransom, their lives Safety will be guaranteed, and they will even be sent to the victor's castle with great courtesy as guests, but the terrible fighting methods of the Cecils and Gawain Cecil's style of not obeying the rules of the nobility make those people Terrified, they didn't dare to put their lives in the hands of those Cecil soldiers.

But when their physical strength and will were exhausted to the limit, no matter how much worry and fear they had, they could not get them up from the ground and continue to move forward.

Those aristocratic soldiers who lost their fighting spirit—including knights and conscripts—stayed on the plain like frightened goats. Most of them ate the last bite of food, and even the horses they used to ride and the mice caught on the road They have been used by them to satisfy their hunger. They have been unable to lie down and sleep for many days, unable to eat and drink in peace, and the only thing left in their minds is the rumble of shells exploding. Some of these people are in groups of dozens, and some are in groups of hundreds. It was scattered everywhere, and all Cecil's soldiers had to do was to run around on the vast plains to collect these people, and then handed them the ropes to tie themselves up.

Walder Peric and the Second Combat Corps led by him were mainly responsible for collecting these prisoners and escorting them to the rear. The number of prisoners was so large that the people responsible for the escort were no match for the number of prisoners they escorted. However, they don't have to worry about the captives fleeing halfway - those people have completely lost the will to resist after many days of fleeing, and even if they resist, the unarmed conscript captives can't deal with the ray gun in the hands of Cecil combat soldiers and Melting Sword.

But as more and more prisoners were captured and the battle line got longer and longer, an embarrassing and unexpected situation appeared: Cecil was short of manpower.

The escort team of the Second Combat Corps began to be in short supply. Even Wald asked the Knights to transfer a reserve of 1000 people from the Kant area to the front line to receive prisoners of war. It also seems stretched to take care of the tens of thousands of noble conscripts and prisoners of war on the spot.

When the two orthodox knights, Philip and Wald, were worried about this unexpected embarrassing situation, Knight Byron volunteered to lead a team to the south to mobilize help.

Philip Cavaliers usually complained about Byron's sloppy and lack of chivalrous conduct, but he had to admit that this old colleague who was born as a mercenary always had bright new ideas when solving some unexpected situations. ——Although sometimes his ideas are confusing, but overall it can solve the problem very well.

After waiting for a few days with anticipation, the two knights Philip and Wald waited for Byron who had returned from the rear—he still brought the team he had taken away with him, and there was not even a single person besides him. .

On the plains of the increasingly chaotic Hosman area, Philip looked at Byron in astonishment who seemed to have returned without success: "Didn't the lord send you someone? You can also train soldiers..."

"I didn't go back to Cecil, otherwise I wouldn't be able to come back so soon," Byron said triumphantly, "I just went to Leslie and met with Viscount Andrew..."

"And then?" Philip asked suspiciously, and kept looking behind Byron, but apart from the group of people and many carriages that Byron took away and brought back at that time, he couldn't see any supporting personnel. "Is the person sent by Viscount Andrew still behind?"

"I borrowed five thousand axes," Byron pointed to the carriages he brought, "Afterwards, Viscount Andrew will send someone to bring a batch of grain over for a temporary transition, and there is nothing else--Lai There are not many people on Sli's side, and they are helping to watch the thousands of people fished out of the Baishui River."

Philip didn't realize it all at once: "Axes? What are you doing with five thousand axes?"

"Issued to those prisoners, let them cut down the woods on the east side of Hossman's territory, and build a prisoner of war camp on the spot. In addition, you can find out from the prisoners of war later. There should be people who survived Earl Hossman, with They're going to take over the nearby farmsteads and granaries—and if there aren't any, bring some more guns."

Philip was stunned when he heard this, and he couldn't imagine how Byron's mind-filled magical operation came out: "You mean... let these prisoners build a prisoner-of-war camp by themselves and lock themselves up?"

"You can even send them rope to tie themselves up, why can't you let them build a camp and lock themselves up?" Byron waved his hand, "These people have completely lost their fighting spirit, at least for a short time It is impossible to recover within, and while they are still in this state, these people should be completely controlled in the shortest possible time, and then transported to Cecil in batches—the last sentence was explained by the lord."

Philip was speechless and had to admit that Byron had a point.

So, on the last day of this long pursuit, the last coalition of nobles on the Hosman Plain ended their long and painful escape in an unprecedentedly dramatic way.

Under the supervision of thousands of Cecil soldiers, the Allied prisoners of war wielded the axes lent to them, day and night in three shifts to cut down a forest on the edge of Hosman's territory, and then built a prisoner-of-war camp by themselves. closed.

When the last batch of coalition prisoners of war were received by the Cecils, Viscount Carroll and his last entourage and partners were trekking through the muddy wetlands in the northern Hosman area.

This once vigorous young viscount has lost his glory, his gorgeous coat has become dirty, his breeches and boots are torn in tatters by thorns, and there are several holes pierced by heat energy ray guns on his intricately patterned cloak. The gunshot hole, the hair that hasn't been washed for many days sticks to his forehead like greasy weeds, and beside him are Viscount Consco and Viscount Mari Orland, who are even more embarrassed than him.

They managed to escape from the wolf-like Cecils, but they didn't know where to go next. Severe exhaustion was destroying the thinking ability of these three nobles. The wetlands are as bad and rotten as ever, and there is no hope at all.

At this moment, a sound of horseshoes suddenly came from behind, causing Viscount Carroll and his companions who were trekking hard to stop nervously and terrified.

But when they turned around, they found that it was not Cecil who appeared in front of them.

Countess Ropeni Glenn stopped in front of them, and behind the countess was a sizable team.

"Voice Glenn, you escaped too?!" Viscount Carroll looked at the lady in front of him in surprise. He found that the situation of the other party was much better than his own. The horse can be ridden, and the guards around him seem to be fully equipped. I really don't know how the Viscountes managed to do this in the chaos, "These people..."

"I gathered up those who were scattered on the plain," Luo Peini smiled, "Viscount Carroll, it seems that you have separated from the team again."

This scene seemed familiar, and Viscount Carroll vaguely remembered that when the army was in chaos on the mountain path of Crushed Stone Ridge, the Viscountess also appeared in front of him in the same way, and gathered the disorganized and disorganized teams. Completely reappeared, he had to lament the wonder of fate: "You always see me in a state of embarrassment..."

"Come on - I still have a few extra horses," Ropeni Grant extended a helping hand to the downcast nobles in front of her. "We need to unite."

Several troubled nobles and their last entourage joined Luo Peini's team. Viscount Mary Oran couldn't help but wonder about the future of this team: "Where are we going?"

"Going north," Ropeni Grant looked back at Viscount Mary Oran, "we are going to Rock Fortress."

"Rock Fortress?" Viscount Carroll couldn't help hesitating when he heard the familiar name, "Then we're going to pass through my territory... those Cecilians..."

"The Cecilians have already left from there. They must not have imagined that we will return after we managed to escape the pursuit," said Roperney Grant. "They are limited in number, and it is impossible for them to occupy every noble territory in a short time."

"They left..." Carroll couldn't help but feel his heart move when he heard Luo Penny's words, "Then I..."

"Don't think about going back to your castle, Mr. Viscount," Ropeni Grant knew what Carol was thinking, and she immediately turned her head and warned seriously, "Don't forget, those Cecils bombed in front of you." Bring down your first wall—then they can blow down your castle too."

As she spoke, she turned her head, and there seemed to be infinite perseverance in her eyes: "There is no place in the southern border that is safe. Gentlemen, our only hope is to seek help from the Plain of the Holy Spirit, the Earl of Pompeii. Go to the Rock Fortress - it is an extremely strong fortress, its walls are poured with magic metal, which can resist the attacks of great magicians, it is completely different from the walls of Carroll Land, and the Cecils cannot break through it .”

Perhaps it was the same confidence in the Rock Fortress, or maybe it was the serious fatigue that affected Viscount Carroll's judgment. He was easily persuaded by Ropeny Grant, and he nodded: "Okay, let's go to the Rock Fortress..."

"Of course, but before that, we have to gather up the lost companions as much as possible," Ropeni Grant smiled, and that smile was particularly contagious, "There are still a few who escaped from the pursuit of the Cecils We need to gather all the lost people, and only when our team is big enough and there are enough nobles gathered, Rock Fortress will realize the seriousness of the situation and receive us more seriously..."

Chapter 0404 Cleaning and Rectifying

Cecil led the Military Intelligence Bureau, and the intelligence from the front line of the legion was quickly delivered to Gao Wen.

Seeing Byron's report of building a temporary prisoner-of-war camp on the spot and receiving farm granaries from the nearest farm to maintain the consumption of prisoners of war, Gawain showed a satisfied expression: "Byron is a talent...to think of how to let those The idea of ​​prisoners of war building a camp and locking themselves up, five thousand axes solved the problem."

Amber, who was standing by the side, couldn't help rolling her eyes: "As soon as I heard it, I knew that this idea must match yours... I don't know how this kind of idea came out of people like you... "

"The battlefield is changing rapidly, and only those with the same flexible thinking can take the initiative." Gao Wen said seriously.

"All right, all right, you're an expert," Amber said perfunctorily, and then showed a slightly emotional expression, "But having said that, this was really a long chase... At Crushed Stone Ridge, Philip used We defeated the coalition of nobles in less than two hours, but after that we spent more than ten days circling those fleeing enemies... I thought it would take at most two or three days."

Gao Wen shook his head with a smile: "I deliberately gave Philip an order to make the pursuit as long as possible - don't put too much pressure on the enemy, don't chase too hard, and always be a 'persuader' The railgun’s range boundary is threatened, and light infantry is also used to harass from time to time, in order to maintain the chase for more than ten days.”

Amber was confused when she heard this: "Why?"

"Otherwise, how can 3000 people take down 4 to [-] enemies?" Gawain looked into Amber's eyes, "It is true that the coalition of nobles will be defeated at the first touch, but this is only a difference in frontal combat power. In terms of numbers, they still have [-] to [-] There are [-] or [-] survivors with plenty of physical strength and clear thinking. Among them, the extraordinary professionals who are leading the formation may even retain a certain willingness to resist, because those who are in the rear of the formation may not have seen the artillery at all. The scene of the bombing—in this case, Philip's combat regiment can smash them head-on, but there is no way to wipe them out, and there is no way to prevent them from escaping, and there is no way to capture them while ensuring their own safety."

It was only then that Amber came to her senses: "That's why you let Philip chase those rout soldiers with shells for a full dozen days?"

"The mountain people in the north will hunt red mountain wolves before winter. They use 'sound arrows' and gongs and drums that make loud whistles to drive away red mountain wolves on the entire mountain. They drive day and night, and they take turns entering the mountain to rest , can drive the Red Mountain Wolves, which are more numerous than people in the northern mountains, to a corner, and jump off the cliffs in pieces, and those noble coalition forces...their willpower is no match for the Red Mountain Wolf, and it only takes more than ten days to drive them away. It’s almost there.” Gao Wen shook his head, “Only by exhausting their willpower to the limit, exhausting their physical strength, slowing down their thinking, and losing their most basic ability to judge, can Philip’s 3000 men take over 4 to [-] prisoners of war safely, otherwise Why do you think Byron gave those prisoners of war five thousand axes, so they could just cut down trees and build a prisoner-of-war camp to lock themselves up?"

Amber looked Gao Wen up and down with an expression of admiration, and couldn't help sighing: "As expected of a 700-year-old rice dumpling, it's so sophisticated..."

Then, before Gao Wen casually found something from his side and slapped her on the wall, she quickly changed the subject: "But having said that... the pursuit of the past ten days, let alone the gang of noble soldiers, I am afraid that the entire Ansu No one has seen it... After all, you are the first in history not to accept a truce in a noble war."

"I accept the truce. After they are completely wiped out or surrendered, the war will naturally end," Gao Wen said casually, "and I believe that day will not be too far away."

"Speaking of which, what do you plan to do next?" Amber looked at Gao Wen curiously, "The coalition forces of nobles are completely finished, and their lords are staying in a prisoner-of-war camp on the edge of Earl of Hosman. Ten aristocratic territories are waiting for you to receive them; on the other hand, according to the information I have obtained, one-third to one-quarter of the allied nobles escaped the pursuit of Philip Knight in the plains, and these people probably dare not return. In their territory, if they wander around, it might become a big trouble."

Although he is a carefree and unreliable guy on weekdays, after all, Amber has worked as a guard next to Gao Wen for a year, and is now the leader of the Military Intelligence Bureau, so he has accumulated some experience in doing serious things. , At this time, the analysis is still reasonable.

"Of course I will take over the land in the southern border..." Gao Wen stood up and walked to the huge map of the southern border hanging in the office as he spoke, "but we still need to think about the specific receiving plan. As for those The guy who ran away... It's expected, after all, Knight Philip's manpower is limited, and it's beyond my expectation that he can only let go of so few people. Don't worry about the nobles who have run away and their remnants, they will be arranged clear and direct."

While talking, Gao Wen's gaze moved up along the map, and finally stopped at the top of the map.

Rock Fortress, the northern gate of the southern border fell in the center of his sight.

After staring at the fortress for a while, Gao Wen withdrew his gaze and glanced over the collars of the nobles in the southern border, large and small.

"Send a messenger to the Hossman prisoner-of-war camp and ask Philip and Byron to escort all the noble lords and transcendents in the prisoner-of-war camp back to the territory. The prisoner-of-war camp will be taken over by Knight Walder Peric. In addition, we will notify Hetty and the interior department All officials, go to the government affairs hall to gather, I have something to discuss with them - although the southern border has not been pacified, it is time to take over part of the land."

The war was not over yet, and some remnants of the nobles were still fleeing, and even among the nobles who had been captured, there were still many people holding the naive idea of ​​"noble war games", waiting for Gao Wen to negotiate with them , waiting for the ransom from the territory to redeem himself and continue to be the lord, but on Gawain's side, he never considered "negotiating" with the aristocratic order in the southern border from the very beginning.

The situation he requested must be realized, and now that the forces that can hinder it have been defeated by him, he is going to proceed with the next plan.

Soon after, Gao Wen appeared in front of everyone in the government affairs hall located in the center of the territory.

The officials of the government office rose collectively, and then saluted their lord with awe.

This war has lasted for more than ten days. Through the convenient newspapers, bulletin boards and other channels in the territory, almost everyone knows about the two overwhelming victories at Crushed Stone Ridge and White Water River and the follow-up Cecil soldiers. The "Great Pursuit", the result of this war not only shocked the enemy, but even the Cecilians themselves. Except for Gao Wen who had expected such a result, almost no one thought about the war in the new era It turned out to be like this—their awe was not only for Gao Wen himself, but also for all the changes that Gao Wen brought about, and for this new era.

Before telling his plan, Gao Wen first learned about the changes in the territory during this period of time.

"Ancestor, the current territory is running smoothly, and the social order is as usual," Hetty, as the top director of the internal affairs department, reported the situation she knew, "The newspaper has played a very important role-it brings the most timely news to the people, and avoids All kinds of unreasonable tension and panic, especially Mr. Godwin's commentary articles were very popular. In addition, because the newspapers publicized the front-line news in place, the new round of recruiting of trainees went smoothly, and has reached the expected goal so far. "

Gao Wen felt that he should be grateful for this age when people's wisdom was not developed. The role of "newspaper" in the territory even exceeded his imagination. People are "authorities" in their minds, so they almost unconditionally believe what the newspapers say.In all fairness, this situation is not what Gao Wen originally wanted, and even the advanced stage of his opening up the wisdom of the people happened to break this "authority monopoly", but at least at the current stage, the influence of newspapers on the people is what he needs most. of.

After learning about the recent situation of the territory, Gao Wen cleared his throat and said, "Everyone, this war is not over yet, some nobles escaped our pursuit and disappeared into the wilderness to the northwest with their remnants of defeated troops— —soon we will find them and eliminate them, but before that, it is time to make arrangements for the aftermath of the war. First, the mass migration of the population..."

Gao Wen explained his plan in detail, and this plan will undoubtedly surprise everyone present, even stunned.

He asked all the population in the southern border to migrate to several major cities - nearly one-third of the population should be concentrated in the Cecil area, and the remaining two-thirds should be concentrated in the Horsman area, Leslie area, and Glenn area. The region and the Kant region are the centers for redistribution.

"...all the villages far away from the city, the knight settlements in non-grain-producing areas, farms, and villages and towns damaged in this war...are included in the migration list, and they will be moved to the major cities I just mentioned according to the principle of proximity , and established a second-level government affairs office in the local area. The second-level government affairs office was established under the leadership of officials and clerks trained by Cecil, and local intellectuals were recruited for training in the later stage to supplement the manpower of the government affairs office; all migrants in the southern region were Moved into Cecil, resettled in the North Shore pioneer, and formed a new city..."

Gao Wen talked about his plan one by one. Of course, there are countless details and specific implementation methods in this large-scale population migration plan, including the securing of cultivated land, resettlement of the relocated population, food and material consumption, specific plan implementation time period, Countless issues such as publicity and appeasement work, details of the establishment of the new government affairs department, urban construction, etc. are waiting for him and his team of officials to solve, so what he proposes here is actually just a draft, his " request", and after making these, it was the "question time" he left for everyone in the government affairs hall.

"My request is roughly finished, and now everyone can ask questions."

Gawain put his hands on the table, his gaze slowly swept around, but for a full half a minute after he finished speaking, no one at the scene spoke.

It seemed that everyone hadn't reacted yet. They first felt astonished, and then exchanged glances with each other. Some of them seemed to be thoughtful and thought of some key points, but no one really asked a question.

None of them knew where to start.

Gao Wen had anticipated this situation a long time ago, and he waited patiently until 2 minutes later, Heti was the first to break the silence: "Ancestor... I want to ask, why do you want to carry out this population migration? "

Chapter 0405 Gawain's Huge Plan

Hetty's question was expected by Gawain, and he knew that Hetty knew the answer well - she asked this question on behalf of other people present.