Chapter 814： Some are happy and some are sad

On the TV, the capital of the new puppet empire, Hisria, on the tallest magic tower, the red flag embroidered with white magic eyes of the new puppet empire is slowly being lowered.

Because the new puppet empire was about to break with the puppet empire, the flag used the opposite color of the original puppet empire's banner.

In other words, the banner of the puppet empire is a white demon eye with a red flag, and the new puppet empire uses a red demon eye with a red flag and white.

This flag, which has only been flying in Heslia for more than half a year, has now been lowered again, in the tragic music of the new puppet empire.

The new puppet imperial magicians watching this flag-lowering ceremony, as well as the aboriginals who don’t know how to magic but still love their country, watched their country’s flag being slowly lowered, and sad tears flowed in their eyes .

They know that at this moment, their country no longer exists. The hope that had existed for thousands of years, barely preserved from the last war, also disappeared.

The reporters of the Ailan Hill Empire stationed in the new puppet empire recorded the expressions of these aborigines with cameras.

Some of them were crying bitterly, some of them bowed their heads in tears, and some magicians stared at the falling banner blankly, as if they were brewing their own grief.

At the moment when the tragic music ended, the banner of the new puppet empire disappeared at the top of the magic tower, and crystal tears flowed from the corners of these magicians' eyes, and their emotions exploded at this moment.

"Woo..." A female magician hugged the sister next to her and wept unscrupulously. Beside her, a group of male magicians did not dare to look at the top of the high magic tower.

Sure enough, the music of the Ailan Hill Empire began to play, and a huge, unimaginable black eagle flag rolled down with the wind at the high end of the magic tower.

It rolled away a little bit, almost blocking the entire body of the magic tower. And on the flagpole at the top of the magic tower, it was exactly the same, except that the much smaller black eagle flag was slowly rising with the music.

Against the background of the flagpole, one sky battleship next to each other hovered in the blue sky. Seven f-14 Tomcat fighters, dragging colorful smoke, whizzed across the sky of Heslia.

This world will always be so unfair. When someone is sad, some people are caring for joy.

When the people of the new puppet empire were in sorrow, and when they were paying homage to their motherland in their hearts, the people of the Ailan Hill Empire were rejoicing.

Their empire grew again, and their great emperor conquered his opponent once again. This kind of thing is certainly worth celebrating, so in front of the TV, almost everyone is toasting and chanting long live the emperor.

Of course, again, the world is so unfair. When some people are caring and happy, naturally some people are still sad.

In a magnificent huge castle in the Ailan Hill Empire, a rich man wearing gorgeous silk and satin hand-sewn clothes impatiently turned off the huge TV on the wall in the living room, cutting off the solemn flag-raising ceremony Picture.

He threw the remote control of the expensive LCD TV on the soft sofa beside him, and said depressedly: "Okay, now it's all right, the soldiers will not be bloody, the new puppet empire is ours!"

Yes, he didn’t think it was something he was happy to do without such an army. Another gorgeously-clothed nobleman beside him nodded and echoed in almost the same tone: “Yes, the war did not break out, but the benefits have already When you get it, this is really a horrible thing to make people happy."

They are the victims of the new puppet empire's surrender without a fight, and they are just as sad as the aborigines of the new puppet empire.

A female nobleman shook the exquisite colored gold jewelry on her wrist, and smiled: "This tone is so sour that I want to laugh. But I really can't laugh because we lost a lot of money. Money big enough to make us happy for a long time!"

Her figure is well maintained. The jewelry on her wrist is also the latest style this year. Color gold is also the most popular gesture material at the moment. If it weren’t for the wrinkles on her face that made her smile a little disgusting, she would be considered a good woman. .

There is no shortage of miracles in this world. There are people who can build a super empire under the age of 30, and there are people who can become the prime minister of a super empire under the age of 30.

But in this world, there are more normal people who can only save up a family business after a few decades. There are many more, uncountable, poor people who haven't been able to save a family business in a few lifetimes.

The woman in front of her was lucky. After she was a nobleman, she had a big family, but she hadn't taken over the inheritance from her father until she was almost 45 years old, and she was qualified to sit in this room.

Hearing what she said, a fat man on the other side murmured bitterly: "Damn it! Why didn't you fight?"

"It's true... it can only be described as hell." An old noble nodded, as a simple summary of their previous conversation. Indeed, for them, this ending is really "it's too late."

"No one wants to see this kind of result. The result we want is that the war is now breaking out. Our army consumes hundreds of thousands of tons of artillery shells every day and drops tens of thousands of bombs every day." The Chinese clothing businessman who spoke first was depressed. Continue to speak.

The people sitting here are basically merchants and nobles who have made war fortune. They yearn for war, more than they desire victory!

Whether it's defeat or victory, they can earn countless gold coins, so they don't worry about defeat, they just regret, regret that a war will disappear invisible.

An arms dealer was holding a cigarette with two thick carrot fingers, and said proudly: "Hundreds of tons of bombs? As long as the war is not lost, millions of tons of shells will make people happy!"

"Hahaha! That's right." Sure enough, a group of people nodded in agreement with his point of view, like a carnival.

At this time, a man flaunted his mouth and asked: "I heard that the casualties in the Demon World have been counted. More than 4,000 soldiers were killed and more than 20,000 soldiers were injured..."

A rich man next to him heard the sound of the strings and knew Yayi, and quickly complimented: "This time you may be rich! Your pharmaceutical factory specializes in the production of bandages and hemostatic drugs."

After showing off his "victory", the man hurriedly became humble and put on an appearance that his income was insignificant: "How much do I have? Wells, you produce real shells, tens of thousands of tons per day. The shells, your profit... but it is enviable."——

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