The Question

The king knew which vehicle was safer.

After getting into the car, Chakat II immediately fastened his seatbelt, bumped fists with Kang Jinzhu, and everything was done in tacit understanding. Then he carefully stroked the dashboard.

"Hey buddy, whoever you are, whether you're AI, a super hacker remotely controlling this vehicle, a top World of Tanks player, or even a Transformers, please protect me, okay? I might have to stand on the roof of the vehicle in a bit so my people can see me."

"While I admit that returning to the capital at this time would be incredibly foolish, my aim is to protect and save my people, not to be foolishly shot for standing too high..."

The Black guy was speaking earnestly and ramblingly; it was a matter of life and death, and he seemed a bit long-winded.

"So please try your best to protect me, okay? If you can..."

At this point, Chakat II cautiously asked, "You'll just sound the horn once?"

The Humvee honked its horn for a long time.

The black man's expectant gaze instantly turned into surprise.

He opened his mouth wide with a "whoosh," his eyes wide and round like copper bells, revealing his snow-white teeth, and looked at Kang Jinzhu beside him, shouting, "Jingzhu! Jingzhu, did you hear that? It answered me! It answered me! It's amazing!"

Kang Jinzhu smiled faintly, then stepped on the gas.

The Humvee set off smoothly, following behind the convoy.

The armed police officers were all on high alert. They had received orders from their superiors to enter the city to rescue civilians and maintain order. Even though their numbers were small and the danger still existed, they carried out the order without hesitation and went deep into the combat zone they did not know.

But they soon discovered that there was no need to be on guard.

Because along the way, there were no gunshots, no hostile armed personnel, only wounded people, people calling for help, people crying loudly, and people who were seriously injured.

A chaotic scene, sorrowful sobs, and desperate eyes gazing at a despairing sky.

The China soldiers watched all this with expressions of pity and anger. Only the most despicable cowards would inflict such cruelty on innocent civilians.

Chakat II's earlier joy had vanished; the black man's happiness came and went quickly. Soon the caravan was unable to pass, and the king did not hesitate to push open the car door and climb into the carriage.

"Comora People! Look at me! Look at me!"

The familiar voice drew people's attention, and the desperate and numb people looked up.

His eyes flickered slightly.

That was their king.

Suspension bridge effect.

Humans always experience different emotions when in danger, especially in underdeveloped regions where an undisputed ruler can inspire trust and awe in people.

Moreover, Chakat II did not rule his people by force or cruelty.

"I am here! My people! I am your king! Your chieftain! Look at me! Everyone is looking at me! I will not leave! Not before, not now, and not in the future! I assure you, I returned from studying in United States not to abandon you, but to stay with you!"

"I know you're panicked and helpless, so obey my orders and do as I say!"

"I demand that you leave this dangerous area immediately! I demand that you help those around you!"

"Don't panic, don't be confused. If you are separated from your family, don't be anxious about searching for them, and don't run and call out hastily. This won't help and will only make things more chaotic!"

"I know you're worried about your loved ones, but do you see the people around you? Don't they need help? Aren't they Comora People? Aren't they our people?"

"Help them! Rescue those in distress from the rubble! Take care of children! Take care of the elderly! As if they were your children! As if they were your parents! Everyone should do this! So your parents and children will also be cared for, rescued and protected by strangers!"

"Everyone must do this, and everyone will be safe. We must unite!"

"I've secured aid from China! Soon! Food, medicine, and clothing will be airdropped and transported here very soon! Everything will be alright!"

"But we can't just sit and wait! We've waited too long! We've waited for centuries! And all we've received is enslavement by colonizers and white phosphorus bombs from the France! We must stand up, protect ourselves, and help our people. China aid will take some time, but our compatriots can't wait that long!"

"Help them! Help everyone! Follow orders!"

"Every neighborhood! Elderly people who know everyone, please stand up! Men of strength, please stand up!"

"I need someone with a loud voice! Someone who can run fast! To go to every block! To tell people! I'm here! To tell the Comora People, save yourselves, protect yourselves, help everyone!"

Listen to me! Listen to me!

Armed police officers and accompanying doctors began directing operations and distributing medicines. The king began selecting personnel, searching for retired public officials and soldiers. The police station and medical bureau had urgently needed supplies, and there were also usable items in the homes of civilians who had not been burned down. There were many, many things to do.

The chaotic crowd gradually quieted down, finding a leader to guide them.

They surrounded Chakat II and, following his instructions, gradually came into order.

Kang Jinzhu was also helping, but he kept glancing into the distance. Suddenly, someone patted him on the shoulder. He turned around and saw Chakat II had jumped out of the car and pointed behind him. "Go."

Kang Jinzhu asked, "What?"

"Have you forgotten why you came here? I have no right to make you abandon your most important things to help... Go do what you're supposed to do. Here's your car back; you need it more than I do."

Kang Jinzhu paused for a moment, then nodded. "Be careful too."

"No problem, this is my city, my country, my people."

The Black man flashed his gleaming teeth. "And I've heard my people talk about the Eagle God who soars through the skies... When you see your son, please give him a thank you for everything he's done for this city."

"I will."

Kang Jinzhu jumped into the car, the crowd parted to make way, Humvee roared away. By the time Major Liang noticed, the man had already disappeared.

The king smiled and comforted him, "It's alright, my China friend. Moyani is now his son's territory."

The Humvee drove through the streets and alleys.

The city wasn't too big or too small, but it was impossible to search it thoroughly. Kang Jinzhu only said one sentence.

"Go find Kang De."

So the car started on its own, searching and honking its horn from time to time.

But it has never been found.

Only the golden eagle soared in the sky, with occasional sightings of phantoms and streaks of light, but Kang De never appeared. Perhaps he was busy rescuing people, or perhaps he didn't want to see anyone.

As night fell, the fire in the city was brought under control. Cries could be heard everywhere, but order was restored. Candles, bonfires, and kerosene lamps were lit in the streets, their twinkling lights offering hope, unlike the scorching flames that devoured lives.

Hope to continue moving forward amidst ruins and corpses.

Amidst the ruins, Kang Jinzhu finally saw her son.

Kang De stood amidst the ruins, surrounded by rubble and broken tiles. He slowly and gently placed the small, charred corpse in his hands on the ground, nestled between a pair of arms twisted from the Flame at his feet.

He stared blankly to his left and right, at the desolate landscape fading into the night, his body stained with dark red blood and black dust. He stood in this most thoroughly destroyed area, looking around blankly, seemingly unaware of his father and Horus's approach, even though he clearly saw them.

He slowly moved his shoulders and neck, then plopped down on the ground.

Kang Jinzhu took two steps forward and whispered, "Kang De..."

Kang De stared blankly at the ground, ignoring him.

I said...

He seemed to be talking to himself, yet also to his father.

"What's going on with all this...?"

"People kill each other, people die, children cry, families are separated, why does the earth still have wars?"

Did you hear that?

Why would they do that?

"Did I... mess things up?"

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PS1: Second update... Time for bed.