Binding to the nation's destiny: Start by choosing the underworld, where a hundred ghosts parad

Under the firepower of various nations, its proud spine, which had stood tall for a thousand years, bent low.

"Celebrating in advance, a victory for justice!"

He raised his glass, and the other chief members of the group followed suit.

As if it had already foreseen, that ancient nation would once again bow down to the alliance of nations.

Inside the National Development and Reform Commission.

Looking at the statement sent by fifty countries.

The officer, however, did not show the anger one might expect.

This lengthy statement, consisting of thousands of words, was simultaneously released by fifty countries.

The content is largely the same.

All members of the National Development and Reform Commission were watching these reports.

His face was expressionless.

There was only silence, and the explosion was silent.

The moment when anger reaches its peak.

There was no sound until it broke out.

Aside from the empty rhetoric, these statements have only one central idea.

Li Mo killed the savior of fifty countries.

This has resulted in damage to the lives of hundreds of millions of people, including Li Mo's country.

The Great Xia will have to pay the price for this evil act.

They should hand over all research and scientific data collected this year, as well as two-thirds of the national treasury's grain reserves.

As compensation for the resources of various countries.

"Hahahaha!!!" The quiet National Games Office was broken by a loud laugh.

Old Chen's hoarse laughter echoed throughout the National Games Office.

Opposite him, Mr. Yuan sat quietly.

He continued to record the changes in the grain supply that day in his notebook.

Although technology has advanced to the point that pens have long been obsolete, Mr. Yuan has indeed retained this habit.

"Old Yuan, look how eloquent these foreign devils are! They say that kid Li killed their savior and stole their supplies."

"They might not survive the next monster attack. Tsk tsk tsk, it sounds like kid Li really did make a mistake~"

"Looting supplies is one thing, but killing people is another! That's five percent of the lives of hundreds of millions of people from over fifty countries! Tsk tsk, this is unacceptable! Unacceptable!!"

Some of the staff members had indeed been thinking about what Mr. Chen had said.

Some of them also felt that Li Mo had gone too far.

Taking away supplies is one thing, but why kill everyone in the process? Going to this extent leaves no room for the Great Xia Dynasty to maneuver.

However, upon hearing this, Old Master Yuan glanced at Old Master Chen, who was laughing loudly.

Although he is over 100 years old, Yuan Lao's eyes are still like those of an infant, clear and bright, just like a child's.

"Bullshit!" He casually cursed Old Chen and then ignored everyone else.

They diligently recorded the changes in the phoenix flowers and the grain at the agricultural vocational college today.

In the entire Great Xia Dynasty, there are no more than five people who dare to say that Old Master Chen's words are nonsense.

And Mr. Yuan was one of them.

"Hahaha!!! You're saying what I said is bullshit, really!"

"That's right!!!" The old man's voice suddenly changed, his gaze turning as dark as a tiger ready to devour its prey.

His fierce gaze swept over the staff, like a small knife cutting into their flesh.

"I also think what I just said was utter nonsense!!"

"But I'm afraid this is what many people are thinking too!"

The old man's voice wasn't loud, but every word he spoke resonated with everyone.

Many staff members didn't even dare to look the elderly man, who was over seventy years old, in the eye.

"Hahahaha!!!! Even someone in the National Development Office thinks Li is wrong??"

"Hahaha!!! Old Yuan, look at this! This is the guts of an intellectual!!!"

"Young Li single-handedly carried the saviors of fifty countries and won the battle!"

"And then!!! And then, just like you think, you send them back one by one, completely unharmed??"

"Then the whole world, everyone in the survival game world, felt that the Great Xia was easy to bully!! They all felt that they could be bullied at will!! Just like the current Yao Qing, who was beaten to their knees like a dog!"

"As a victorious nation, you ceded territory and paid reparations at the World Assembly! Do you have any of the spirit of the Great Xia people?!" Old Master Chen's voice grew louder and louder.

hoarse.

The staff members who had harbored such thoughts beforehand couldn't help but blush with embarrassment.

But it's not surprising that they had this idea; the concept of "keeping the peace" has been ingrained in the bones of the Xia people for thousands of years.

It also harmed the people of Daxia for thousands of years.

To appease the situation? To forgive and forget even when you're in the right?

Screw it!! We're going to fight tooth and nail!!

"If we defeat them now and make them submit, even if this statement is submerged in the sea, they won't dare to send it to Great Xia."

Old Master Chen said, word by word.

"I only regret that he didn't kill more, didn't kill more ruthlessly, so that those other countries will come knocking on our door again in the future!"

Old Master Chen's tone became somewhat hurried due to his excitement.

His body trembled slightly, his lips quivering involuntarily.

Looking at the excited Old Chen.

The bureau chief quickly stepped forward, trying to comfort the old man.

But Old Master Chen dismissed them with a single glance.

What eyes those were!

Those eyes were murky and bloody, a stark contrast to the childlike eyes of Elder Yuan.

Those were the eyes of a private individual, accustomed to life and death, who had crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

The younger generation will never understand those who lived through the most perilous times in the Great Xia Dynasty.

They stood against countless artillery fire, protecting the people with their own bodies—the suffering of those soldiers, those predecessors.

Therefore, they can never forgive these foreign powers that tried to carve up the Great Xia on behalf of their predecessors.

"If it were possible, we'd love to storm their camp right now, smash their borders, and break their backbone!!!"

"Get them!" Old Master Chen's eyes were bloodshot, his tone carrying an indescribable madness.

"The country will be destroyed and the entire race exterminated!!!"

Having said all that, this old man, who single-handedly created the entire iron-blooded defense line of the Great Xia Dynasty, left.

A drop of bright red blood trickled from the corner of his eye.

Soldiers shed blood, but not tears!

This is the romance of the older generation of soldiers, and also the rule of this generation of soldiers.

But soldiers also shed blood!

Suddenly, Mr. Yuan put away his notebook.

She walked over to Chen Fan and gently patted his shoulder a few times to comfort him.

His gaze then swept kindly over each of the staff members.

Those eyes were like a gentle spring breeze, making these wanderers feel the warmth of home.

"Great! They're all good kids, tall and chubby, so pleasing to the eye."

"Unlike back then, when everyone was like little mud monkeys, not having enough to eat or wear, I remember we had a famine that year."

People couldn't afford to eat, and the country had no grain either. They had to import it from the US and Russia—one hundred taels of gold for a cartload of rice, but half a pound of bran was mixed in.

"You bunch of kids probably don't even know what bran is. It's that stuff you feed pigs, but what can we do? We have no grain!"

Mr. Yuan recounted his most tragic past in the calmest tone.

That was a past that was even more heart-wrenching than war.

Corpses littered the fields; people exchanged their own children to eat.

Meanwhile, the so-called world powers and republics are slowly but surely tearing the flesh and blood of Great Xia apart with a knife.

In an instant, tears welled up in everyone's eyes.

The old man's deep voice made everyone feel as if they had been transported back to that terrifying era.

Human life is cheaper than grass.

Those who exchange children for food will survive.

“Kids, I, Lao Yuan, am just a farmer. I don’t understand national affairs or economic matters. I’m not as good as you highly educated, high-level elites.”

"But I only know one thing: the Great Xia's grain is now enough to feed the children for ten, a hundred, or even more years. Even if you go on a spending spree, you can still spend it for several years."

"But! Not a single grain of food from the Great Xia is surplus, nor is there any left for them!"

Compared to Mr. Chen's words, which were piercingly incisive.

Mr. Yuan's words struck a chord with these staff members.

At this moment.