Many days ago, the Oasis Alliance had just successfully reformed, overthrown their political enemies, reorganized the government by force, and unified the positions of various ethnic groups and factions.
Song Ruhui voluntarily resigned from the position of governor granted to him by Lingbi City and established a separate 'head of state system'. He set up a Senate in the Green Alliance and now everything has been cleaned up and started over. He has the support of the collective and independent governments of the thirty-six cities in the north and has begun to form the Green Alliance Army Group. Qin Guan is currently in full charge of this matter.
"The intelligence just sent back from our spies in the western border says that the First Wall has established a Northern Expeditionary Army and is stepping up its deployment."
Song Ruhui didn't even turn his head, his deep voice reaching Qin Guan's ears: "Northern Expedition? Heh... We haven't even declared war yet, and they're already so eager to fight? That young man named Qin Che drove out the Eastern Party and slaughtered countless people in the Glory Court. Does Number One Wall still have so many people supporting him?"
Qin Guan said, "Of course, there are people who oppose it, but Qin Che is now the regent, and he is also reforming the system. The new council is actually just the cabinet of the Glory Court. He is second only to the emperor, and with the support of Yin Mu and Su Pei, he has formed an unshakeable force. Those who oppose him have naturally given up."
"Most of them are remnants of the Dong Party, and of course there are also people from the Fu Party. Not everyone in the new council's think tank is a supporter of Qin Che. It's just that everyone is keeping their true feelings to themselves and is unwilling to show them to others."
Song Ruhui: "The regimes of the extraordinary have always been dictatorial and powerful."
"What should we do next?" Qin Guan asked.
Song Ruhui put down his fishing rod, lit a cigarette, and exhaled smoke as he said, "Qin Guan, Yuan Lin died at Wall Number One. Do you still want to avenge him?"
Qin Guan remained silent.
Song Ruhui looked at him with a half-smile and said, "I know what you want. Besides you, the elders of the Eastern Party who are heading north also want revenge. Qin Che is too impatient. Accelerating reforms will only make society more turbulent. From now on, send more people to the Western Border and the Eastern Desert District to persuade those independent regimes to sit on the sidelines and watch the fire. In fact, they don't need to spend money or effort. This battle is a war between me and Qin Che."
Qin Guan: "The other side may have thought of this long ago, and may already be making plans. Those independent regimes are all under Qin Che's control. Putting aside the western border, the eastern region was originally the base of the Qin Party's industrial faction. A large portion of their weapons and food were produced in the eastern region. The western border is just an administrative center."
"Therefore, there are some things that need to be done. Destroying their industrial resources will have a huge impact on future wars, but there is no need to wait until the war starts to carry it out. We can do it now."
Qin Guan nodded calmly: "I understand. I'll go and deploy the sabotage plan later."
Song Ruhui smiled and said, "After those Dong Party members arrive in the North, you come to meet them, and I will not see them. Give them support, whether they join the Senate or whatever, and make them give up all the resources they have. This is your forte."
Qin Guan said, "Lingbi Heavy Industry has many facilities in the North, and they also have a lot of connections and resources. They can gather industrial talents for us, which will greatly increase productivity and give us the national strength to fight against No. 1 Wall."
"That's right, you've got it, that's it, hahaha..."
Suddenly, the float moved.
Song Ruhui pulled up the rod, and a huge bass swung its tail, scattering clear water droplets as it struggled powerfully, but it still couldn't break free from Song Ruhui's hook.
"So plump and delicious!"
"Emerald Lake is the treasure of the North, the foundation upon which we stand!"
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A merchant caravan is heading west.
They came from Sandcastle and were heading to Westbound Fortress to sell a shipment of goods, while also having official duties to perform.
Because the leader of this business delegation is not an ordinary person.
Zhou Qing didn't know him, but he had heard that this person came from Sand Castle and was a direct subordinate of the Sand Castle Lord. Even the leader and the administrative chief, Sand Rat, would show him respect. He was also the military commander of Sand Castle in the past, and his name was Li Jiuyuan.
They have been helping the Lord establish factories in the East District, contacting various political parties, and making alliance agreements. Now that this matter has come to an end, it is time to go to West Castle and No. 1 Wall to pay homage to the Lord.
Zhou Qing had almost forgotten what the young man looked like.
It's been a long time since I've seen him.
Since the master left Sandcastle for the West Border a few dozen days ago, he has not returned.
Of course, he also had official business on this trip, traveling west with his family.
Zhou Qing is now the director of the Sandburg Biochemical Research Laboratory. Before the old man left, he entrusted him with all the responsibilities of the laboratory and made him independent of the Sandburg political party. He even had to allocate funds to the laboratory every week to help them conduct academic research.
Since it was on the way, the shrew asked him to come along with Li Jiuyuan's merchant corps.
"Dad, how much longer until we get there?"
Beside him, Zhou Qing's only daughter, Zhou Yue, couldn't help but ask.
They have been on the road for two days.
They ate and slept outdoors, and their food and drink consisted of dry rations that were difficult to swallow. Of course, the sandcastle did not actually lack food.
The master built the synthetic starch factory, which has now become the mainstay of the East District, supporting the livelihoods of many people. Whether they can have enough to eat depends entirely on the support of Sand Castle.
"It'll probably be another day's journey," Zhou Qing said.
His wife, who was packing their bags, asked upon hearing this, "Are you not going back this time?"
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