Author: red heart cloth

"In this world, just living is already very difficult."

"We lived in mines that had been abandoned before the war, using the simplest tools and even our bare hands to dig for minerals, and exchanged leftovers from other survivor camps. We didn't hurt anyone, we just wanted to live.

But even so, there are still people who cast greedy eyes on us."

The thin, dark man who knelt in front of Gu Hang and told his sufferings was called Patel. He was neither tall nor strong, and his skin was rough under his dirty thin clothes. Judging from his appearance, it was exactly what he said.

A man digging for food in an abandoned mine.

Patel continued: "Eight days ago, a group of wasteland bandits calling themselves the 'Prisoners' killed seventeen of us and kidnapped forty-two others. The youngest among them was only four years old, God-Emperor above.

! They asked us to pay a ransom, which we did, but they went even further. Not only did they not release him, they also asked us to give more."

"I went to Fuxing City, found the officials of the alliance, and asked them for assistance. They sent someone to send a warning to the 'Prisoners', telling them not to mess around..."

"Haha, warning... The day before yesterday, those bandits cut the throats of two children at the door of our house, and tore the piece of waste paper into pieces with blood. They claimed that we should pay twice the ransom within three days.

, otherwise they will attack our mines, kill everyone, and take away everything we have."

"We are in a desperate situation. Some people say they want to escape, and some people say that even if they use hoes and fists, they have to fight against those robbers with guns and cannons. But I know that we are not without a way out. Now the world has

We have a new governor. I must come to you for help, Lord Governor, I beg for your help and beg you to save us."

Patel lowered his head with a sincere attitude. From his perspective, he could only see Gu Hang's boots. They were a pair of soft leather boots with a satin-like ribbon connected to a golden lock, making them look elegant and complicated.

I don’t know how long it would take more than 900 people from Dongshe to work hard to get these boots.

The boots moved in front of his eyes. Gu Hang folded his legs together and asked him a question in a more comfortable posture:

"Before you find an alliance, why don't you come to me first?"

Patel was stunned for a moment, and could only think of a reason, and muttered: "We are a member of the alliance, and the alliance should have jurisdiction over this matter..."

Gu Hang shook his head and said: "You think you are a member of the alliance, and the alliance will protect you, but I am just an airborne governor, and I may not be able to sit in this position for two years, just like the previous governors, because

You were executed for not being able to pay taxes to the empire. You felt that I was of no importance, and you didn't come to me until the Alliance stopped caring about your affairs and you had no choice."

"I definitely don't have such thoughts!" Patel denied in fear. He gritted his back teeth and made a great determination: "If you can save us, then we are willing to pay everything! We will pay the imperial tax in two years' time.

Pay at a higher level!”

Gu Hang became even more disappointed: "Let me put it this way, Patel, you know very well that I came to this planet a month ago, and my camp is here, not far from you. But you have never paid me a visit

You passed me by until something happened, and you knelt down in front of me and said, "Your Majesty, Governor, please save us." But from the bottom of your heart, you didn't regard me as the real Governor. You didn't even want to believe what I said on the first day I came here.

declaration."

"I said that I would rebuild the entire wasteland world so that everyone who surrenders to me can live a good life. But you don't believe it. Many of you never believe it. You only think of me as an annoying tax collector.

You pay taxes in exchange for me saving your people, so how do you want to pay taxes? According to the imperial tax standards, all of you in the Wasted Dong Society can't afford to pay even if you work until you die from exhaustion in the mines."

Patel's somewhat dark and lean face looked extremely nervous: "Your Excellency, I believe your words, please save us."

As he spoke, he knocked his head heavily on the ground.

But he was stopped by Gu Hang.

A pair of hands pinched his shoulders and lifted him to his feet without any resistance.

Gu Hang put his arm around Patel's shoulders and didn't mind the oil and dust on his body at all:

"No need to kowtow, no need to kneel down. For those of you who work diligently and diligently, I will definitely help. Those plunderers who are not productive are our common enemies. But they are only a small problem, rebuilding the world is a big deal.

This is not an empty talk. Since you have begged me, I will completely save you. Not only will I destroy the 'prisoners', I will also help you, build your territory, and have enough food and clothing. Now, I ask you, do you believe me?"

Patel's tears fell, and he didn't know how much was because he was moved, how much was because he was saved, and how much was just a show: "I believe it! I completely believe it! From now on, the Wasted Dong Society will serve you for

Strive for our ideals!”

"This should be our common ideal."

Gu Hang patted Patel on the shoulder: "Go and rest for a while. I will personally lead my troops to save your compatriots in a short time."

"Your Majesty the God Emperor, my compatriots and I are extremely grateful for your help!"

After watching Patel follow a guard with a lot of thanks and leave the barracks, Gu Hang turned his eyes to the man in military uniform standing upright behind him: "Captain Yan, the look in your eyes tells me that you have something."

Confuse."

Yan Fangxu saluted him, and then hesitantly said: "Do we...really want to help the Wasted Dong Society? On this wasteland planet, similar things happen almost every day, and we can't control it.

"

Gu Hang said regretfully: "It seems that you, Captain Yan, don't believe my declaration either."

"I don't dare." Yan Fangxu said this, but he did have hesitation in his heart: "But... with all due respect, Mr. Governor, you only have two years. Within two years, we must at least hand over the entire anger in accordance with the minimum standards.

Owl Star's 'imperial tax', otherwise..."

Gu Hang followed his words and said: "Otherwise I will be dismissed and executed, of course I know. But, Captain Yan, we have been on this planet for a month, and you have seen what it looks like. This is an experience.

In the place where a doomsday disaster occurred, most of the land was unfit for survival. The waste energy storm is still raging, and there are mutated alien monsters and predators everywhere who can only become bandits. The remaining survivors are hiding in various settlements.

Point, survive hard."

"It's already very difficult for them to live. They can't afford such high taxes. To collect taxes is to kill them. The contradiction between imperial taxation and planet development is the main contradiction of the Raging Owl Star. The governors of the past

, are all focusing on taxation. The biennial imperial tax is like a reminder, and in the end it takes away their lives. But I am different. I want to change my thinking. Development is the last word. If the Raging Owl Star is built

More prosperity, taxes are just a small burden, and we're successful."

Yan Fangxu sighed: "You are right, development is the right way. However, development takes time, but what we lack most is time. Your first term is only two years, and you need to pay at least the imperial standard tax

One-fourth of the quota, but the Furious Owl Star has always been able to pay only one-eighth, leaving half the difference. In two years, if you want to double the planet's output value, this..."

"Then it depends on my ability." Gu Hang smiled, "It just so happens that I have some confidence in this aspect."

As he was speaking, an illusory message that only he could see popped up in front of his eyes:

[The 1st Servitor Light Infantry Battalion (300 people), training completed, unit level upgraded to T5. 】

[Limited by equipment level and personnel quality, this unit cannot continue to train and improve.]

Gu Hang's smile got even bigger. He patted the still worried Yan Fangxu on the shoulder and said, "Let's assemble our troops. It's time for us to seek justice for our neighbors."

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New book is coming!

ps: It’s not a hammer, at least not completely.
Chapter completed!