The people Li Shu had escorted into Prison No. 18 suddenly understood many things. "Gunshots rang out during the meeting. Someone wanted to kill the clan head, but the Heartless Bronze Bell never rang. So it was all an act, wasn't it?"
Li Shu said, "Yes."
"So the clan head forcibly requisitioned city residents in order to send them southwest to join up with the Qing Clan?"
Li Shu said, "Yes."
"Why put the Tyrant here? It could have been sent across the border instead."
Li Shu said, "City No. 18 is the most ideal forward base on the Western Continent. It has established transport routes, a mature air harbor, and labor. It is also the breadbasket of the entire Central Plains region and the best route into the southwest. If this place is blown up, nothing within a radius of six hundred kilometers will be passable anymore. The Qing Clan will have two months to prepare for the enemy, and my master will also have two months to prepare for his own affairs. There is only one Tyrant. Its cost-effectiveness is higher here than across the border."
"But it will kill so many people. There are still many residents in City No. 18!"
Li Shu said calmly, "This is war. Out of countless choices, we merely chose the optimal solution."
"Then why arrange for so many civilian airships and military airships to besiege the Black Water? This missile alone should have been enough."
Li Shu said, "The clan head said that because Fate Weavers exist, we had to hold out for an hour."
Therefore, the civilian airships' mission was to escort the military airships, while the military airships' mission was merely to delay for that one hour.
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