In a cluttered room in the corner of the underground commercial complex.
With the help of two assistants and several guerrilla soldiers, Horse quickly cleared out the room, which was less than twenty square meters.
After borrowing three sets of tables and chairs and three beds from the warehouse, Horse found a wooden board, wrote some words on it, and hung it outside the door. The Alliance Office in Hope Town was officially established.
The work had only just begun, so everything was kept simple.
Horse had been prepared for the primitive conditions here. After all, he and his compatriots had lived here for a time just a few months ago.
Standing at the entrance of the office, Yang Duo, Hope Town's logistics supervisor, looked somewhat awkward.
On one hand, they truly had nothing decent with which to receive this administrator airlifted in from the New Alliance. On the other, he genuinely did not know how to face this man.
"Ban... cough, cough, Mr. Horse, long time no see."
"Long time no see." Without any intention of exchanging pleasantries, Horse answered concisely.
Yang Duo pondered those four words for quite a while, but still could not figure out what Horse was thinking. So he cautiously said,
"...I'm very sorry about the migration, but you knew what the situation was like back then. We didn't have any more food. If we hadn't sent some people away, all of us would have starved to death."
Sent away was merely a euphemism.
A more accurate word would have been exile.
Crossing the raiders' occupied territory to head south was already a near-certain death sentence. Whether the New Alliance would honor the promise it had made over the radio was even more uncertain.
However, Yang Duo had not lied about one thing.
They truly