The Gangge Republic's presidential election spanned more than half a year from its start to Election Day, making it an exceptionally long tug-of-war.
Naturally, it could not be rushed.
Zhang Yang sat in the general's residence for a long while before finally walking out.
Along the way, soldiers and officers alike lowered their heads in greeting, their expressions humble.
Some of them had received Zhang Yang's King of Soldiers BUFF and were naturally respectful toward him, but others acted this way purely because of his status.
These days, Zhang Yang had appeared repeatedly, and his status had risen steadily.
Everyone in the know had gradually learned that he was General Zabol's most trusted adviser and close friend—the general's spokesman and favorite.
Whenever the general did not appear in person, Zhang Yang's words were equivalent to General Zabol's.
"Mr. Zhang!" Beside a Hummer military vehicle, a field-grade officer in government army uniform stood waiting respectfully by the car.
He was one of Zabol's officers.
At the same time, he was one of the thousand men who had been granted the King of Soldiers template.
"Mm."
Since he was one of their own, there was naturally no need for politeness.
Zhang Yang nodded, casually opened the door, and got into the vehicle.
A moment later, the colonel took the driver's seat and drove off with a straight posture.
Sitting in the back seat, Zhang Yang looked through the window at the scenery outside, at this land that was both barren and rich with wealth, and fell into thought for a while.
At Salito Province Airport, a plane landed.
Wang Furong hurried down from the plane, his brows creased with anxiety.
He had been running a hotel in Jinsa, the Gangge capital, but yesterday, he received news that a fellow townsman and