709: Chapter 709: If there is fighting spirit, there is hope

“Mr. Dongfang, a riot suddenly broke out at the Saint Petersburg Underground Base, and we hope you can lend a helping hand.”

The Oros underground bases were all small in scale, with relatively few survivors.

The Saint Petersburg Underground Base only had a population of over 200,000.

Oriental Chen took a look at the internal situation of the base and knew that it was beyond saving.

Not only Saint Petersburg, but apart from October City where Valetov was located, the other three bases were also beyond saving.

This was because over 90% of the people inside had already turned into Moni People who had lost their minds.

October City, with only a few thousand people, had a small population and was still controllable.

For the other four bases, there was only one solution: complete destruction.

“Mr. Valetov, I am very sorry, but those bases have been completely controlled by the Sirius Remnants, and there is no value in saving them,” Oriental Chen said truthfully.

“Damn it! Then won’t the hundreds of thousands of Citizens remaining in my Olos Country all die?” Valetov was grief-stricken.

“Although the reality is a bit hard to accept, it is indeed so,” Oriental Chen said.

“Alas! Alright. It seems this day cannot be avoided after all.” Valetov felt completely drained of strength.

His fighting spirit completely vanished at this moment.

“My condolences,” Oriental Chen said.

After ending the call, Oriental Chen issued an order to completely seal off the base exits.

Furthermore, all control systems such as production chambers, air circulation systems, and water circulation systems were completely shut down.

Those four bases would become four giant underground tombs.

In a maximum of 8 hours, everyone would suffocate to death due to lack of oxygen.

This was unavoidable.

Regardless of whether one was willing to accept it, this world would not show a sympathetic side.

Fortunately, Valetov still possessed an army of 80,000 Soldiers.

This was the last bloodline of the Olos Country.

After much serious thought, he finally made the most important decision of his life: to pledge allegiance to Oriental Chen.

Although he could still live freely in the base for now, he was very clear that if he didn't make a choice now, he would completely lose the capital to pledge allegiance once these last tens of thousands of armed forces were lost.

The entire Olos nation would disappear into the long river of history under his leadership.

For Oriental Chen, whether Valetov pledged allegiance or not was of little significance.

There was nothing in the Olos Country that he desired now.

But Valetov had already thought of this point.

Without something valuable, Oriental Chen would not take them in for free.

“Mr. Dongfang, when the President of our Olos Country takes office, he will simultaneously receive a top-secret document. Among these secret documents, there is one about North Siberia. I believe this document will definitely be valuable to you.”

“North Siberia? What content?”

North Siberia had always been sparsely populated due to its harsh environment.

He had never heard of any secrets there.

“It is said that there is a base built by a prehistoric civilization there, and within the past 100 years, there have been several incidents of unidentified flying objects. I believe that, as of now, that base is still operational,” Valetov revealed the content of the document.

“Then I don’t quite understand. Since you had such a discovery, why didn’t you explore it before?” Oriental Chen asked.

“The document mentioned that in the summer of 1981, a scientific expedition team investigated there. However, without exception, all those who returned suffered from amnesia. Their notebooks only recorded one sentence: ‘Please stay away from there.’”

“Later, this matter was listed as top secret. All information was concentrated in this document.”

“You didn’t send anyone there again?”

“No. Presidential Rule 28 stipulated in an implicit way: ‘Prohibit any form of investigation there.’”

Although the regulation did not specify where “there” was, every president knew that “there” referred to that mysterious base.

“Alright, Mr. Valetov. Since you are so sincere, I accept your proposal. Please be prepared; in 3 days, I will arrange for a fleet to go and pick up all Olos Country survivors and Soldiers to Batuo City,” Oriental Chen said.

“Thank you!”

“What about you? Will you continue to stay in the enclosed base in October City, or come to the Lop Nur Underground Base? I respect your choice,” Oriental Chen gave him this choice.

“I’ll stay here. Consider it my final tribute to my homeland,” Valetov sighed.

“Alright then. Don’t be too sad; difficulties are temporary. As long as our fighting spirit remains, hope will always be there.”

“You are right! As long as the fighting spirit remains, hope remains!”

May 30, 2061 AD.

Oriental Chen dispatched a fleet to relocate all Olos Country survivors and Soldiers to Batuo City.

Valetov had issued an announcement in advance, so the relocation work was very orderly.

On the same day, Maya Empire survivors also arrived in Batuo City.