Saren was the last leader of the forces to arrive, even half an hour later than the chief technology officer of the college, and almost stepped into the hall of the conference room.

Chu Guang looked at his face and could feel the pride written on it, and he knew exactly why.

If you want to say who is the biggest beneficiary of the disintegration of the Legion, it is undoubtedly the proud guy in front of you.

As the eldest son of the legion, almost half of Julius's family fortune was in the hands of the Eastern Empire, while only the province of Wilante was left in the Triumph City.

Julius was sent away in glory, and he was the undisputed emperor of the tens of millions of square kilometers of land!

At least the Norton City funeral is over!

"I am also very happy to see you, Emperor of the Eastern Empire. I can see that you are in a good mood."

They met with a bear hug, Saren patted Chu Guang's arm and said with a grin.

"Thanks to your blessing, the long-cherished wish of all the commanders of the Eastern Legion has been fulfilled here."

He really should thank the league.

General Krass died in the Great Rift Valley, and Griffin, with the last vestige of energy from the Eastern Expansionists, crashed into the wall of the River Valley Province. The old military aristocrats who owned land became the largest political force in the Eastern Legion.

Including the subsequent drastic changes in Triumph City, the radical faction, which was actually from the Weirant people, was influenced by the ideas of the Alliance.

Theodosius's death led to the collapse of the Roman Empire, but also achieved the glory of Constantinople and later Byzantium.

In a sense, the Eastern Legion - or today's Eastern Empire, is in the same position, but the more detailed core is different.

Looking at Saren who was in high spirits, Chu Guang also nodded slightly and said in a gentle tone.

"I believe this is also the long-cherished wish of every Wilantian in the Eastern Empire. The soldiers of the expeditionary force can rest in peace."

After understanding what he said, Saren laughed and gave a thumbs up.

"I just like smart people, because we can reach a consensus quickly and avoid wasting time telling riddles."

After a pause, he spoke.

"Olet and his direct descendants are now officers of the Eastern Empire. According to the results of our review, they were deceived by Tyr."

"Who is Olet?"

Chu Guang really didn't know this name.

Maybe it had appeared in the intelligence of the Guards Corps, or it had appeared on the official website forum, but it was not important to him.

He was just a frontline commander, at most a chess piece on the chessboard. No matter how evil he was, he was outshone by Tyr.

As for those important war criminals who caused a sensation in Dawn City and even Ideal City, such as Captain Ryan, who ordered the bombing of Lion City, killing tens of thousands of civilians, and John, who carried out the order, etc., the trial of these people would not come to the Eastern Empire.

To interfere, after all, the cost of preservation is not proportional to the benefit.

However, Saren was smart enough to "understand" what he meant and raised his eyebrows at him.

"That's interesting! Of course, I won't let you suffer. Let's leave this big fish of Gulion to you. By the way, tell me which state the core of the alliance's interests in Borneo is.

I'm thinking about how to divide this cake better."

Sharing the fish is a lie, this guy wants to talk to me about how to carve up Borneo...

Chu Guang glanced at the smart-aleck emperor with a half-smile, and said in a teasing tone.

"What's the use of having so much land? One-third of an acre in the River Valley Province is enough for us to plant. The extra seeds can even be used by others. And you, you have more than 10 million square kilometers.

Are you satisfied? Your core population is only a small amount. If you want more than 10 million people, aren't you afraid that they will unite to rebel?"

Although the first sentence made Saren dismissive, he couldn't help but twitch his brows when he heard the next sentence.

It doesn't seem right to say this is a threat.

However, he couldn't help but shudder when he thought about what happened in the Xilan Empire.

Maybe it's not a good idea to be greedy for hundreds of thousands of square kilometers.

After all, the Weiland people have some idol baggage. There is really no need to end up like the Japanese people and the Niu people, wallowing in the mud with a group of loaches.

An unnatural smile appeared on Saren's face, and he gave up the fleeting thought.

"Enough, of course it is enough... We just want a buffer zone. After all, there are many fleeing Weiland people living in the southwest corner of the Zhuobar Mountains."

Chu Guang chuckled.

"The two representatives from Borneo are still here, why don't you talk to them?"

Saren's expression gradually stiffened.

He knew very well that the talks were in vain. Neither Abu Saik nor Rasi would ever agree to cede any of the thirteen states in Borneo, and the final result would be to risk their lives in exchange!

but--

It's not like he has no chance at all.

A smile gradually emerged from his stiff muscles, and Saren stared at him and continued.

"Don't say that you are like a white lotus. How do you count the 10,000 square kilometers of Lowell State?"

Chu Guang smiled lightly and said.

"Kingallen Port has always been the local people's own Golden Gallen Port. Their mayors and representatives have been chosen by themselves. From beginning to end, no official or representative appointed by the alliance has held any local position."

After a pause, he said again.

"I hope the same is true for West Sail Port. The Wilrantians can stay there, but the town hall and courthouse must be returned to the locals, no matter how they are returned, otherwise you may have to prepare for the loss of the Southern Army.

Be mentally prepared to continue fighting the war that has been fought.”

This is a very strong statement.

And it is no longer a threat of soft power, but a further threat of hard power.

After reading Chu Guang's deep meaning, Saren still had that calm smile on his face.

Although he did not force the alliance to make substantial concessions, after some testing by him, he had figured out the bottom line of the alliance.

The model of the Triumph City Civil Service Group did not cross the alliance's bottom line, while the Southern Army's model completely crossed the alliance's bottom line.

That's easy to say.

"We will return Sifan Port to the locals, but only if you stop interfering in the internal affairs of the Borneo region."

Looking at Saren with a bright smile, Chu Guang also smiled lightly and said in a gentle tone.

"It depends on how involved you are, whether directly or indirectly, and whether you abide by that ancient contract."

As long as the Eastern Empire does not launch armed aggression in the Borneo region, it is indeed unlikely that it will interfere with the cooperation between the two.

The same goes for Falcon Kingdom.

The Alliance has done everything it can do locally, but the local survivors ultimately prefer to get closer to the Eastern Empire, and this is also their own choice.

In just a few words, four million square kilometers of post-war order negotiations were concluded.

Both the Eastern Empire and the Alliance got the results they wanted, and Abu Saik and Shawar could also breathe a sigh of relief.

At least the Emperor of the Eastern Empire promised to withdraw his troops from Sisail Harbor.

Even if these Wilantes remove every last screw from West Sails Port, it would still be better than fighting another war to regain the territory.

Besides, no matter how hard they load the ship, how much can they take away?

Those steel bars inserted into the ground and the concrete wrapped around the steel bars cannot be moved away.

And the knowledge that is stored in the heads of the residents of Saipan Port.

As long as they are given enough time, it will only be a matter of time before the prosperous Saifan Port is rebuilt.

Absek looked at Chu Guang with a hint of gratitude. Chu Guang just smiled lightly and said nothing.

He did not send troops to support the Borneo people to resist the invaders because of their gratitude, nor was he to be their father, but for all the survivors in the eastern part of Middle-earth who might bear the evil of the Legion.

This naturally includes the alliance.

Therefore, there is no need for them to thank themselves, let alone regard themselves as some kind of savior.

Just keep moving forward with these memories.

As long as you face your heart and past honestly, whether you are a Wilante or a Borneo, your future will be bright...

Under the hope of hundreds of millions of survivors, representatives from all forces entered the conference hall located in the hinterland of the Great Rift Valley.

The spacious conference center is like a circular theater, and the tables and chairs on site are all made of sharp-edged granite, and it seems as if they were cut out of an entire granite vein with a laser or something else!

The crystal-like chandelier is about fifty meters high from the ground, growing on the dome like an inverted pyramid, emitting soft milky white light downwards.

It is said that this doomsday facility was built before the war.

Thinking about it, only that era of infinite prosperity could have built such a magnificent wonder.

When Abu Saik stepped into the conference room, he was like Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden. He could not control the shock in his heart.

More than two hundred years ago, the survivors of the People's League era sat here to discuss how they should face their future destiny.

At that time, there probably was no concept of the Wasteland Era.

Faced with the extreme cold that dropped to minus 50 degrees Celsius and the sky that could not penetrate a ray of light, no one knew whether their doomsday would end, and what would happen if it did not.
To be continued...