"Here, our Northern Army is different from the previous troops," the General said, "everything we have comes from the people, and we are also from the people. So, we must consider from the perspective of the people, we can't trouble you. Even if we have to trouble you, we have to give you the fruits of your labor."
"The purpose of the Northern Army is to let all our Mexican brethren enjoy fairness and respect!"
The Lieutenant was clearly well-read, speaking in a polished manner. The villagers were taken aback, and the Village Head's eyes flickered before he smiled broadly, accepting the money.
"Come on, follow me to prepare the meal, Grianna, and take the officers to rest for a while."
The woman who had been feeding the donkey seemed very afraid of the Village Head, clutching the basin tightly.
After the Village Head left, she whispered to the Lieutenant, "Please follow me," and led the way with her head down.
