Warlords: Rise of the System

On a sunny day, several warlords traveled together.

Surprisingly, they were not wearing the iconic military uniforms, but instead dressed in simple casual clothes.

Even the security guards following him were in plain clothes.

It turned out that these warlords had heard some rumors about the area under the jurisdiction of the National Salvation Army.

It is said that the people there live and work in peace and lead an extremely happy life.

What is even more amazing is that the social security in this area is surprisingly good. It can even be said that people leave their doors unlocked at night and no one steals things on the streets.

However, as the saying goes, "Hearing is not as good as seeing", these warlords who are experienced and knowledgeable will naturally not easily believe the news they heard from others.

So, with a strong curiosity and determination to find out.

They decided to go deep into this mysterious land and experience it for themselves to see if it was really as beautiful and peaceful as the legend said.

If the people in the areas under the jurisdiction of the National Salvation Army really lived a happy and fulfilling life as the legend said.

If these warlords surrender to the National Salvation Army, they will have no regrets at all.

As soon as they stepped into the jurisdiction of the National Salvation Army, these warlords, who were usually majestic and arrogant, immediately sensed an atmosphere that was very different from the environment they were familiar with.

Walking along the road, every citizen we met had a bright and sincere smile on his face.

The joy that overflows from the bottom of my heart seems to be able to infect everything around me.

Compared with the gloomy and apathetic people in their own territories, there is a world of difference.

What amazed them most was that although the clothes and attire of these people remained simple and plain, there was no sense of shabbyness or dilapidation at all.

In contrast, the people under their rule were often poorly clothed and as ragged as beggars.

Looking at the scenes before his eyes, Chen Wei couldn't help but sigh, "Ah! It seems that we are really inferior to the National Salvation Army!

I think we have been working hard to build up our own power for many years, but in the end, we have not been able to properly solve the most basic problem of food and clothing for the people.

As for their attire and appearance, there is no point in even mentioning them.

Look here, we have just entered the territory of the National Salvation Army and are still in the border area.

The living standards of the people here are actually far higher than those of our compatriots in the area under our jurisdiction.

This place has only been under the jurisdiction of the National Salvation Army for a few months.

However, during this short period of time, the local people experienced a tremendous change that was like a complete upheaval.

In the past, this land may have been full of poverty, hunger and insecurity, but now, everything has been completely changed.

It is clear from these remarkable changes that the rumors that the people in the areas under the jurisdiction of the National Salvation Army live a happy and prosperous life are not groundless.

Several warlords couldn't help but nod their heads. They could clearly feel that the living standards of the people here were not on the same level as those of the people in their original jurisdiction.

Looking back on the worries and hesitations I faced when I decided to surrender to the National Salvation Army, it now seems that it was undoubtedly an extremely correct decision.

After a brief thought, Jin Jianhua slowly said, "In my opinion, we might as well continue to move forward and explore further.

After all, what we see here may only be a local phenomenon, and perhaps only the people in this area have a relatively good life.”

After hearing this, everyone exchanged glances, but no one raised any objections.

So, the group continued to move forward along the winding road with firm steps.

Soon, they arrived at a bustling town.

It was market day, and the streets were bustling with people coming and going, it was so lively!

For these warlords who were once high and mighty and lived a life of luxury, such a rural market full of the flavor of life was undoubtedly an extremely unfamiliar and novel existence.

In the past, they were in high positions, and were constantly engaged in power struggles. How could they have had the opportunity to personally experience the ordinary and real life of the city?

At this moment, they were deeply attracted by the scene before them, and an irrepressible curiosity and excitement surged in their hearts.

Everyone involuntarily slowed down their pace and stopped to watch, wanting to take a closer look at what the people's market looked like.

I saw that this rural market was quite large, with spacious streets lined with stalls selling a wide variety of goods.

The stall owners either shouted loudly to sell their products or enthusiastically introduced their products to customers.

Passersby walked in groups of three or five, some were selecting items they liked, while others were chatting and laughing with acquaintances.

The whole market was filled with a cheerful and joyful atmosphere, and people's faces were filled with happy and satisfied smiles.

The warlords were originally nervous and had serious expressions.

But at this moment, I was unconsciously infected by the warm and cheerful atmosphere around me, and my mood instantly became happy, just like the flowers blooming in spring.

Before I knew it, time had passed and it was almost noon.

The stomachs of these warlords, who seemed so majestic on weekdays, began to growl, and a strong feeling of hunger surged in their hearts.

So they looked around, searching for food to fill their stomachs.

Soon, my eyes were attracted by a stall selling pan-fried buns not far away.

There were only a few tables and chairs there, which were a bit simple but still clean and tidy.

Although it was simple and unpretentious, it was like timely help to them as they were starving.

Several people filed in, picked a table near the steamed buns stove and sat down slowly.

Then, they couldn’t wait to order some steaming hot and fragrant pan-fried buns.

This table is right next to the bun stove, and the waves of heat and aroma keep coming, making people salivate.

The one in charge of frying these delicious buns is a kind-looking old man. He is skilled and quick in his movements, and it is obvious that he is an experienced person.

Several warlords sat around the table, enjoying the delicious food with relish.

During this time, they did not forget to chat with the busy old man.

Yang Yuanshan was the first to speak. He chewed a bun and asked the old man vaguely, "Old man, you have been doing this for many years, right? How many years exactly?"

The old man did not pause at all in his work, still methodically flipping the buns in the pot, while answering with a smile.

"Haha, sir, I have been doing this for quite some time! If you count carefully, it has been almost several decades. This is an old craft passed down from my ancestors!"

At this time, Xu Zhen, who was standing by, also became interested and interrupted to ask, "Old man, you have been doing this business for so many years.

"After all your experiences, under whose rule do you feel you have lived the most happily?"