Chapter 975: Fighting for Profits and Gathering Secret Soldiers
"Mr. Kazama, you said you have concerns?"
Among the two people from the Xinguang Sect, the one wearing a gold brooch on his lapel spoke first, and he seemed a little dissatisfied.
"We've spoken highly of Mr. Kazama at the Continental Congress. We're recommending you this time to give you an opportunity. I hope you're not looking for an excuse to shirk responsibility."
"That's not what I meant."
Unlike many foreigners, Kazama Kagetora did not apologize for the other party's harsh words. He continued to speak calmly:
"I have been following the Skyline Project for a long time since I heard about it. It is related to the national policy of the Dashun Centralist Party, and they will definitely send their most capable personnel to protect it.
Feng Heshou of Langtao Pavilion has defected to Dashun. Dashun's newly established Haidong Province is likely to send Feng Heshou. He's a man of similar ability to me, and while he's easy to deal with, killing him is difficult. Dashun's Jibei Province is likely to send Chen Chuan, Director of the Defense Department.
As he spoke, his expression became more serious, "This one's strength is extraordinary. Both Feng He Shou and Xiao Yue Zhai have been defeated by him."
He straightened his body a little and said very seriously:
"Forgive me for being blunt, but I don't think I have much chance of winning against this man alone. However, if you two gentlemen insist, I will do it. I just can't guarantee the mission's success."
The two people from the Xinguang Sect looked at each other, and the other one spoke:
"Mr. Kazama, we've considered this matter beforehand. We won't let you act alone or ask you to do something you can't accomplish. We assure you that there will be the right people working with you. We approve of what you've done in the past, and we'll send you the information of our partners. All you need to do next is get ready to go."
Fengjian Yinghu bowed slightly: "I will be ready."
The man continued, "Mr. Kazama, once you've completed this task, we will hold a ceremony for you to join the New Light Cult, and you'll be one of us."
Fengjian Yinghu bowed and said, "Thank you very much," and then said, "Excuse me." He stood up and looked at the two of them.
"Can I ask for the name of the cooperation first?"
The man said, "We can tell you about one of them. His name is 'Ian' and he is the head of the branch church in the Volo Peninsula."
"Ian? The new Tangle Master?"
Fengjian Yinghu's expression became more serious, and he bowed again, "Thank you both for telling me, I'll take my leave." After saying that, he walked out.
After he left, the man wearing the brooch looked gloomy, as if he was very dissatisfied with Kazama Kagetora's seemingly respectful but actually selfish attitude.
The other person obviously didn't care that much. Fighters all have tempers and are qualified to speak like this. As long as you are willing to work for them, other things don't matter.
He said, "There are two fighters in the central city of Jibei Road. At most one person can be transferred. It should be Director Chen. Fengjian Yinghu is so afraid of this person. His strength seems to be very strong."
"That's true. We don't understand the affairs of fighters, but this man's past achievements are enough to prove that Kazama Kagetora is not deliberately exaggerating."
The battle in Shiratori District had a huge impact on the world. It was the first time that an active consciousness created with the world's cutting-edge technology was killed by a fighter in actual combat.
It is true that this active consciousness is only a juvenile and its combat effectiveness is not at the theoretical level, but most people are result-oriented. This has forced all countries to spontaneously upgrade their technology. Chen Chuan, who caused all this to happen, naturally came into the eyes of countries around the world. Many people may not know how many members there are in the Dashun Supreme Executive Government, but they have an impression of Chen Chuan.
The man with the brooch said irritably, "But all we need is to destroy the skyline. We don't want them to engage in direct combat. Isn't that even possible?"
Another person said calmly, "The skyline is a network carefully woven by the Dashun centralized faction over many years. Can't we just look at the two people on the surface?" He shook his head, "Not enough. We need at least three people to ensure the execution of the operation."
"You mean to ask the Guardians to come forward?"
"No, we can't let people know that this is what our sect does, at least on the surface."
Another person brought over an application report from the side. "This person has been submitting applications to the state government. I've noticed him for a long time."
The man wearing the brooch took it and examined it, then reported that the applicant was a beginner in federal uniform. He asked, "A fighter?"
The other man nodded and said, "Holy Land Warrior, you must have heard that when we first arrived on this continent, we were almost driven into the sea by these people."
The man with the brooch looked at the photo with a slightly dangerous look in his eyes. "Use this person? Can you trust him?"
"He longs to be accepted and hopes to become a citizen of the Federation with his gathering. We need someone who is willing to take risks for his beliefs. This is his chance, and ours, isn't it?"
"Okay, then let's count him as one. That way there are three of us. That should be enough, right?"
Another person said: "If it's just for destruction, I think it's enough. We can hire some more people to cooperate with them when the time comes."
What they have to do is not to kill the opponent's fighters, but to destroy the connectivity of the skyline. On the long connection, it is impossible for the opponent to set up defenses everywhere, and only one surprise attack can destroy the key transit station, so three fighters should be enough.
Once the skyline is destroyed, new cracks will surely appear in the relationship that has just been eased with Dashun.
However, these three people are not from the Linax Federation, and the independence of each state in the Federation is very strong, so even if the East Coast Party realizes that they did it, they have no evidence and can't do anything to them.
Arcana continent, where the primitive people gathered.
There are about 50,000 primitive people here, living a semi-agricultural and semi-nomadic life that remains almost the same as it was hundreds of years ago.
But in fact, the land where they have lived and reproduced since ancient times has been shrinking again and again. Compared with twenty years ago, their habitat has been reduced by two-thirds, and they are squeezed on the last piece of terrace.
Inside the cowhide tent of the tribal chief, a First People man who looked to be in his thirties stood in the middle and talked. He had a federal hairstyle, wore a custom-made suit, and spoke in a full and powerful tone, but the tribal elders of the First People shook their heads.
No matter what was said, no one said a word.
After he finished speaking, an old man sitting in the middle pointed at his cheek and said, "Takoda."
"Takoda" is the name of this primitive people, and it also means the "war pattern" in the tribe. Anyone who becomes a warrior of the holy land will have such a war pattern.
Takoda is the most powerful holy warrior in this land in the past few decades, or even hundreds of years, so he originally had two battle marks on his face.
But now it’s gone.
The old man repeated seriously, "Takoda." Then he shook his head.
Takoda understood that without the war pattern, these chiefs who adhered to tribal traditions did not want to talk to him. He was a little disappointed, but not angry. He put his hat on his chest, bowed to the old man in federal style, put it on again, and walked out of the tent filled with the smell of smoke.
"Takoda!"
A young man in his twenties, dressed in the attire of a first-name hunter, ran towards him, grabbed his arm, raised his bow and arrow, and said expectantly, "Come back and hunt with us. Prey is hard to catch these days. If it were you, you would surely bring us enough furs and prey to fill our tents, right?"
Takoda looked at the shirtless tribal children watching him from a distance and shook his head. "No, Awan, there aren't that many prey animals left in this land. If we want everyone in the tribe to live well, we can't continue living like this day after day."
Awan was puzzled and said, "Isn't this how Dakola's ancestors lived?"
“But we can no longer continue the life of our ancestors.”
Takoda said solemnly, "Our land can no longer sustain another cycle of years. The only solution is to negotiate with the Federation. Only by joining the Federation can we guarantee the continuation of our tribe."
"No, we will not join them!"
Awan became angry. He was a typical primitive warrior who adhered to traditions, fought bravely, treated his fellow tribesmen warmly and helpfully, had a clear distinction between love and hate, and made no secret of his disgust and hostility towards the Linax Federation.
"My father, my father's father, and your father, Takoda, all died fighting against them. How could you forget this? They are all our enemies, and we are sworn enemies!"
"No! That's not it!"
Takoda looked into his eyes seriously, put his arm around his shoulders, and calmed his agitated emotions. "Listen to me, the hatred is over. We can't indulge in hatred anymore. We have to let it go. Then, if we show our own value, we will be able to let them accept us."
Awan struggled hard to get out of his arms, excitedly raised the bow and arrow in his hand, and said, "No, we must fight like our ancestors did, we must take back the lost land from their hands, we must fight like Akhtawa!
Only by fighting will they be afraid of us and dare not come again. Akhtawa said that begging will only make them unscrupulous. Only when you are covered with thorns will they be afraid of you and dare not bully you! We must let them know that even if we are the last one left, even if we have lost our weapons, we will bite their throats with our teeth!
Takoda shook his head and said, "That's not the case. Hatred will only continue endlessly. There is no future for it. Akhtawa is too extreme."
He said seriously: "Our past life and customs were backward and barbaric. We should abandon bad habits and strive to integrate into civilization and the new world. Awan, open your eyes and see the world. We can't fight against them. This is a war that is doomed to fail.
Integrating with them is the only way.”
At this moment, the sound of horse hooves could be heard in the distance. His assistant rode over, excitedly waving the letter in his hand and trying to steady the horse. "Sir, this is the reply from the continental government. They have responded to our application!" He said excitedly, "Sir, there is hope for the tribe!"
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(End of this chapter)
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