"We did nothing but live a peaceful life in our own home. But our door was kicked open and a group of people came in under the pretext of 'resisting foreign enemies' and turned our home into a battlefield."
Ning Fan listened quietly to Liang Ming telling the history of Yefengkou.
He could sense dissatisfaction and even hatred towards the three regions from the description of Liang Ming, an aboriginal.
But Liang Ming had a smile on his face from beginning to end, and his tone was calm.
"They fought for ten years."
"Ten years have left Yefengkou riddled with holes."
Liang Ming turned his head and looked outside the door: "I even forgot what Yefengkou originally looked like."
Ning Fan could feel the powerlessness of the natives of Yefengkou.
At the same time, he also knew that the current situation of Yefengkou was inevitable.
The sensitive location and the three [Roads of Grace] were all factors that made them bear all of this.
"Commander Ning, aren't you curious why we don't equip ourselves with sufficient supplies?"
Liang Ming suddenly looked at Ning Fan: "If you prepare early, you don't have to wait until the knife is on your neck before you think about survival, right?"
Ning Fan gave a wry smile.
"You're testing me, Mr. Liang."
Liang Ming smiled but said nothing.
Ning Fan shook his head.
"You wouldn't dare."
Liang Ming's eyes lit up.
Ning Fan sighed softly, "If you had armed yourself in advance, this chaos would have come even sooner."
"None of the three regions will allow a force beyond their control to appear in such a sensitive area."
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