This Game Is Too Realistic

"...On behalf of the Falcon Royal Family, I hereby declare that the Falcon Kingdom's land and air forces will surrender to the Alliance, the Enterprise Expeditionary Force, and the Warring States such as the Lion, Honey Badger, Golden Lizard, and Hump from now on."

"From the date of signing of the surrender agreement, all combat units loyal to the Falcon Royal Family should immediately abandon their current positions and go to the Alliance or Enterprise Army garrison to hand over weapons and ammunition. The Alliance and Enterprise promise to ensure the safety of your lives."

"In addition, I would like to inform my subjects that the reason why the kingdom has declared war on the countries of Luoxia Province is because the favors granted by the spirits of the sand sea have gradually decreased sharply, and the expenditure on garrison, royal family and industry have remained high. Due to the situation, we have no choice. This situation is not my original intention..."

"...I hope you understand what I mean."

In the holographic image.

King Mongoth, wearing a crown and robe, sat in the office of the castle and read the edict of surrender facing the camera.

Just a minute ago, he had signed a formal written agreement of surrender and paid it to the Alliance's Burning Corps stationed in the castle.

This holographic image will be broadcast throughout the entire Falcon Kingdom in the form of audio and sent to all departments of the Falcon Kingdom Army through the command system.

It is foreseeable that the players stationed in Bicester Town are quite busy.

After finally reading the surrender edict in his hand to the end, Mengge paused and looked at the holographic image projected in front.

The man in the image is the manager of the alliance.

That man was lighter than he thought, and completely different from the portraits his clerk had collected from the Honey Badger Kingdom.

Especially those eyes, as deep as the stars above.

Although he couldn't see much edge and sharpness, his dark pupils had a breathtaking penetrating power, which made him dare not meet his eyes - as if he just stayed on those pupils for one more second, the secret in his heart tons will be stolen.

"Do you think it needs to be changed?" King Mongot said with the attitude of a courtier.

Chu Guang was relatively satisfied with his surrender edict, especially since he put what he wanted first and left the nonsense behind.

Regarding the Falcon Kingdom, he already had plans in mind, but there was no need to tell him at this time.

In order to thwart Griffin's crazy plan, the first thing he has to do now is to disarm the frontline troops!

Looking at the old man with a lowered eyebrow in the holographic screen, he spoke concisely.

"No need, just this."

Mengge nodded slightly, sighed in his heart, said goodbye, and then disappeared from the holographic screen.

Looking at the old man disappearing from the screen, Chu Guang turned his attention to Xiao Qi sitting on the pen holder.

"Did you get the communication interface?"

The Legion not only helped the Falcon Kingdom establish a relatively modern command system, but also provided a full set of information technology services to the Falcon Kingdom.

After all, having inherited some of the military technology from the pre-war era, the Legion still has its own skills in the fields of information security and cryptography, which even academies and companies will find difficult.

Not to mention the general assistant AI like Xiaoqi.

An inappropriate metaphor is that the legion's information warfare defense capability is 4, and its offensive capability has probably degraded to 3 over time.

The companies are probably 3 and 4, and the colleges that are both concerned about by the legion and the company are probably 5 and 2.

As for a shelter with full defense points, it's probably 6 and 0.5~1.

This is determined by a series of historical factors, including budget.

As for the countries in the Luoxia Province, judging from various traces, the only thing they inherited from the pre-war Ming Dynasty was the "river embankment", and even this only inherited thing was inexplicably given. religious meaning.

Unless the Falcon Kingdom is like the Lion Kingdom, long-distance communication does not use radio at all, but relies on flying pigeons to deliver messages or fast horses riding on whips. Otherwise, with the information technology strength and ton level of the feudal kingdom, this war will not be possible at all. I've been beating for so long.

Even an "attack power" of 0.5 cannot be resisted by the "primitive civilization" before the prosperous era.

Without the information services provided by the legion, Xiaoqi could paralyze the Falcon Kingdom's communication system just like the network in the real world.

But this is no longer necessary.

The Alliance's army directly obtained the "key" to the door from the Falcon Kingdom in a physical sense, and the signal repeater has been installed on the top of the castle tower.

"...The interface has been confirmed and the signal condition is good! Master, do you want to send the image just now to the Falcon Kingdom headquarters?"

"Well," looking at Xiao Qi with sparkling eyes, Chu Guang nodded approvingly, "Not just the headquarters, but all combat units at all levels will distribute one as much as possible...if possible."

Xiao Qi playfully put her fist against her chest.

"receive!"

…

The surrender broadcast was first broadcast in Falcon City.

Repeated over and over again through loudspeakers and loudspeakers all over the city.

After hearing the words of surrender from the king they were loyal to, the guards in the castle who were desperately resisting finally gave up their last illusion and walked out from the attic of the utility room and under the stove of the kitchen with their hands raised in disgrace.

Of course.

Not everyone can accept such an ending with peace of mind.

"Long live His Majesty the King!"

The muscles on his face twisted crazily. A Guardsman pulled out the ring of the last grenade and was blown to pieces with a bang.

Others said nothing, put the barrel of the gun into their mouths, closed their eyes and pulled the trigger... choosing to die as a soldier.

But no matter what, it can't change the fact that they have been defeated.

It's all over.

Their kingdom had already lost long before their Majesty surrendered...

The captured rifles were thrown in the hall of the palace, and the ammunition was kept separately in the utility room. The guards with their hands on their heads lined up and walked out of the castle under the supervision of the alliance soldiers.

A soldier stopped in front of Myrdal, looked at the commander with a bandage on his face, hesitated for a moment and then gave a military salute.

"Sir, where shall we... go next?"

Myrdal looked at him with complicated emotions.

"Go stay with your family."

The soldier was stunned for a moment, standing there at a loss, until his comrades came over and pulled him aside.

The unshaven man muttered and patted him on the shoulder.

"Let's go...go to my place."

Looking at the two people walking away, Myrdal suddenly remembered that he seemed to have some feelings for that young man... He was enlisting in the army to replace his older brother, and his older brother was to replace his biological father.

The young man had no home to return to.

Myrdal closed his eyes in pain and was speechless for a long time facing the long queue.

other side.

Standing at the entrance of the dungeon, Lao Liu in the corner walked up to Lao Bai.

"The royal family members have been controlled, as well as the nobles who are attached to the royal family... should they continue to stay in the dungeon? Or should they go back to their rooms to sleep?"

Lao Bai thought for a while and said.

"Let them stay in the dungeon for one night, and let the NPCs take over here together."

The old man in the corner made an OK gesture.

"Ook."

Before the airship flies over the castle, they need to stand guard for the NPCs of the First Corps for a while.

It's easy for players.

Just take turns to go offline and rest and that's it.

In addition to controlling the entire castle, Guangfeng also detached a team of 100 men to quit smoking and asked him to take the herald appointed by Mongot and the deputy of Bofu, the city defense chief, to the south gate of Falcon City to lift the city defense. Defense of the army and militia.

There are also more than a dozen anti-aircraft guns deployed on the river embankment.

Before the airship comes here, they need to concentrate and destroy the anti-aircraft guns that have not been blown up.

On the way to the south gate of the river embankment, the centurions led by Qing Qing happened to run into the militia troops rushing to the castle to support them.

There were old people, children, and even women among these people. The hundreds of people in Wuyangyang only had a dozen guns, and the remaining dozens of people even carried pitchforks and flails for threshing grain.

It was obvious that they didn't want to come.

Otherwise, these ten men would not have walked on the road for so long.

There was no need for the "quit smoking" centurion to call for help. Beaufort's adjutant immediately ran forward, waving his hands and shouting to those people.

"The war is over! Throw down your weapons and you can go home!"

No one moved.

Finally, an old man in his teens squeezed out of the crowd, stared at the adjutant and asked.

"Do you mean what you say? If we put down our weapons... Your Majesty... won't you hang us?"

The adjutant shouted, dumbfounded.

"Don't worry! It won't happen! His Majesty has surrendered!"

After confirming that their king had surrendered and that the broadcast just now was not a lie fabricated by the enemy, each of these militiamen seemed to be relieved. They dropped their weapons and farm tools with relief and dispersed. The ground disappeared into the street.

At this time, a worker carrying a shovel emerged from the alley.

Behind him followed a group of ragged men who had been following the Alliance soldiers for a long time since they left the castle.

Looking at the official who seemed to have some status, the dark-skinned man shouted.

"What about us? Do we... still need to continue to repair that horse?"

The adjutant said dumbfounded.

"No more... don't waste time. You all should go home."

The castle has been demolished, what else can we do to repair these things?

These servants really have no eyesight at all...

When they heard that they could go home, everyone's eyes were filled with tears, and they cried with excitement. Some even dropped their shovels and cheered.

"Long live the Alliance!"

Unfortunately, as soon as these words were spoken, the emotional guy was covered by his companions and dragged away.

The war is over.

This city hasn’t changed its name yet.

It was still the same king who sat in the castle.

No one knows what the future will look like...

…

at the same time.

No. 2 Oasis Eastern Front.

When he heard the news of King Montgoth's surrender, Prince William, who was sitting in the tent, was stunned for ten minutes.

Finally recovering from the surprise, he stretched out his trembling index finger and pinched his eyebrows. After a long time, he looked at the guard standing in front of him.

"...Play it again."

"yes!"

The guard nodded nervously, turned on the holographic image device in his arms, and played the holographic image from Falcon City again.

In the light blue light particles.

The old king spoke slowly and slowly.

"...On behalf of the Falcon Royal Family, I hereby declare that the Falcon Kingdom's land and air forces will surrender to the Alliance, the Enterprise Expeditionary Force, and the Warring States such as the Lion, Honey Badger, Golden Lizard, and Hump from now on."

William stared intently at the old man in the holographic image, trying to find any flaws in his expression, his voice, and even the tiny pixels of light.

Unfortunately, he could not find it until the last second of the image.

There is no doubt about it.

That person is his mother——

Mongot Falcon!

The supreme king of the Falcon Kingdom.

William closed his eyes in pain, his handsome eyebrows full of sorrow and struggle.

Looking at the prince clenching his fists, the guard standing in front of him lowered his head and asked seriously.

"Your Highness, what should we... do?"

If Prince William refuses to recognize His Majesty the King's surrender decree, he will stand with the prince and correct the old king's mistakes.

The border of Oasis No. 2 is still in their hands.

Behind them are legions.

As long as Prince William is still willing to fight, they will never lose!

William was silent for a long time without speaking, his fists on his knees clenched and unclenched, and finally the reluctance, surprise and anger in his heart turned into a long sigh.

"Mikalit."

"Here." The guard said solemnly.

William paused and continued.

"...I never thought Falcon City would fall into the hands of the Alliance."

"We fought bravely for Geffen, for the Triumph City, and for their marshal. However, none of the things they promised us... actually were not fulfilled."

The guard stared blankly at His Highness, vaguely guessing something from the look on his brows.

William did not look at the young guard.

He just suddenly remembered the words that the arrogant officer had unilaterally announced to him outside the capital city of Fengrao.

When the war was not going well, the Vaillant people would let them charge. When it was time to retreat, the Vaillant people would abandon them mercilessly and ask them to cut off the rear.

It seems to have always been this way.

It was the same tonight. It wasn't until the surrender order was sent to him that he realized that the royal capital behind him had been occupied by the Alliance.

At least hundreds of thousands of people have died in the Falcon Kingdom due to the war, and countless people have fled the kingdom...

䀴Those Vaillant people never regarded them as "one of their own".

He could snatch the throne from his relatives and declare the armistice to be invalid. The troops in his hands are loyal to the royal family, and they are even more loyal to him as the marshal of the kingdom.

He can lead his men to continue fighting and fight with the alliance and enterprises to the end...

He knows it.

Even if you do this, the ending will not change in any way.

If the Velant people never regard them as one of their own, then all the promises are just lies to themselves and others...

They could never wait for reinforcements from Triumph City.

Even if you wait, everything will be of no avail.

"Order the entire army to break camp and set off immediately... Leave weapons and ammunition where they are, turn off the radio, and go to Bicester Town to surrender."

Hearing His Highness the Prince's voice, the guard's shoulders shook slightly, and he looked at him in surprise, and finally lowered his head.

"yes!"

…

It was not only Prince William and the Falcon Kingdom Army who received the surrender order, but also the legion headquarters with the highest command authority on the front line.

Every move of the slave country's army is under their surveillance, so such big news cannot be ignored.

After staring blankly in the south direction for half a minute, Griffin suddenly cursed angrily.

"This group of shameful traitors! Dogs that fail to succeed but fail to succeed!"

Not loyal at all!

He slammed his fist on the command table. He stared at the map spread out on the table, his pupils filled with bloodshot eyes.

What he was most worried about suddenly came to light.

The alliance's plan from the beginning was to directly occupy Falcon City, not just a simple strategic bombing.

But he never expected that Falcon City, which had more than a thousand defenders, would be captured by the alliance's airborne troops with less than a thousand people.

What made him even more unexpected was that the old man who was so respectful to him would choose to surrender so decisively...

The officers standing in front of the command table also had serious expressions on their faces.

Counting the militiamen and city defense troops from various places who were mobilized to the front line, there are currently a total of eight 10,000-strong teams on the border of Oasis No. 2, responsible for a defense line of 120,000 square meters wide and 30,000 square meters deep.

Once these eight teams of 10,000 people defected.

Their hard-to-build defense line will become riddled with holes in an instant.

Unless they spread the remaining five 10,000-strong troops into those vacant defensive positions... that would only make the situation worse.

The staff officer couldn't help but glance at General Griffin and lowered his voice to remind him.

"If the Alliance's armored forces set off now, we will soon be divided and surrounded by them..."

"You don't need to remind me." Griffin interrupted him coldly.

The staff officer's expression froze slightly.

The several officers standing in front of the command table looked at each other, and finally looked at the adjutant closest to Griffin.

The supplies from the rear will be delivered soon.

Their professional intuition told them that even if they were delivered, it would be of no use.

Their servant country has declared its surrender, and from now on they must face the survivors of the entire desert alone, as well as the expeditionary force from the east.

It wasn't just the supply of ammunition that was a problem.

Now even the supply of bread, beef, eggs and milk has been cut off. Without supply transportation from the rear, even if the Alliance does nothing, they will not be able to survive for long.

Unless they turn their guns and bring down the Falcon Kingdom...this is obviously impossible. Occupying a kingdom is much more difficult than coercing a kingdom. They can't spare the extra manpower to establish a new puppet, let alone the alliance's army watching them from the side.

No matter what Geffen thinks.

They no longer want to fight anymore...

Under the pressure of his colleagues' gazes, the adjutant looked at Griffin and lowered his voice.

"General...what should we do?"

Griffin was silent for a long time.

Finally, under the expectant gazes of everyone, he slowly spoke.

"Move to the military base a hundred miles away... Our reinforcements will be arriving soon." Glancing at the officers standing in front of the command table, Griffin said word by word, "I don't have any in my dictionary." Surrender, as long as I'm standing here...don't even think about it."

He was already preparing to go to hell.

For the city of triumph.

For His Majesty the Marshal.

For the glory of invincibility.

The moment they heard what he said, a pair of eyes instantly turned to disappointment.

Even despair.

They didn't know the plan in Gefen's mind, and they didn't make any preparations for Tuo to be buried with him.

An atmosphere of silence spread in front of the command table.

Feeling the pressure of those pairs of eyes, the adjutant lowered his head helplessly and gritted his teeth.

"yes……"

…

The next morning.

A strange scene occurred on the border of Oasis No. 2.

On the heavily guarded position, a large group of Wuyang Wuyang's people left the position and walked empty-handed into the desert.

Another group of people also left the trenches, but retreated in the completely opposite direction.

The two parties seemed to have an agreement, and no one interfered with the other.

"Oh my god...don't those Weirant people still want to fight?"

The Elf King Fugui, who was standing on top of the tank turret, held up his binoculars, looked into the distance, and suddenly smacked his tongue and said.

Groups of prisoners walked to the west gate of Bicester Town, and the commander leading the group was handing over to the officers assigned by the Alliance to surrender.

He looked around but didn't see the big nose of the Valantian.

No Warlanders were seen either.

"No one can go against the trend of history... just look back." Looking at the crowd of heads in front of him, Mole narrowed his eyes and pretended to say something he didn't quite understand.

At this time, Mengxin, who was leaning next to the tank, suddenly sighed.

"If this were to hit with one shot... I would have to kill a lot of people."

The Mole rolled his eyes.

"Then your account will be gone. Remember to sell the silver coins in your account first."

The price of silver coins has never been fixed.

Especially since there have been several auctions before. Although I don’t know what was auctioned, the transactions were always worth hundreds of millions or billions.

Although most newbies don’t have much money, it’s not a problem to exchange them for one or two thousand yuan.

Na Mengxin was stunned for a moment.

"Ah... you also have a trading account with BAN?"

The Mole looked at him strangely.

"This is a closed beta game...the helmet was given as a lottery, so it's not unreasonable even if the closed beta qualification is revoked."

That Mengxin didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"Gan! But this punishment is too severe, isn't it?"

Jumping down from the turret, Elf King Fugui patted this buddy on the shoulder with a playful smile.

"That's not the case. Every NPC in this game is set to have its data deleted when it dies. Don't say that Planner Dog wants to kill you. If he doesn't kill you, we have to kill you too."

"That's right," Irena nodded and said with a subtle expression, "...continue to fight, the settlement of the expansion pack will be postponed."

"The regiment's physical points will also be deducted."

“Maybe I will miss the ‘wave’ event at the end of the year.”

"Hiss...that's not okay!"

Seeing that everyone was looking at him with unkind eyes, Mengxin quickly smiled and waved his hand.

"I'm just going to give you a blowjob... I definitely can't trick you guys!"

He just thought about it.

The keys to the tank are in the hands of the commander, and those leaders who are in their teens or twenties will not accompany him to fool around.

What's more, the silver coins in his account are worth thousands of dollars.

The mole gave the newbie a meaningful look and said nothing.

But then again.

For example, one day a player suddenly sells off all his equipment and consigns all his silver coins. As long as he is not a pig, he will definitely know what he is planning to do.

Although he didn't dare to try, he couldn't help but wonder.

Will the Dog Planner suspect that a player is trying to mess with the licensing rights?

I still know how to fish and enforce the law...

It's a pity that because of the existence of the BAN mechanism, even those who slip through the cracks without caring about other people's gaming experience will disappear from the forum because their accounts are locked.

Whether there is or not is impossible to know.

…

The afternoon light shines on the streets of Falcon City.

For the vast majority of Falcon City residents, the sun is exceptionally bright today. This war started by the ambition and stupidity of a few people is finally over.

Many people left the city carrying rattan baskets early in the morning, intending to dig some potatoes or wheat ears from the unattended fields outside to cook porridge at home.

They haven't seen the sun in the countryside for a long time.

Since the promulgation of the War Act and the Mobilization Regulations, citizens without titles have needed a customs clearance certificate to leave the city.

Worried about people fleeing to other oases with their families, or hiding in the forest to avoid military service, the nobles would rather they starve to death in the city than allow them to leave the city to make a living on their own.

Thank God.

It's all finally over.

No matter what the future holds, everyone is relieved.

Of course, not all people leaving the city were because of hunger. More people wanted to escape the chaos caused by the war.

As the militia, city defense force, and palace guards were disbanded one after another, the security environment in the city quickly deteriorated.

There is no shortage of people taking advantage of the situation at any time.

Not to mention that among a group of old, weak, sick and disabled, anyone with a little strength can become the king and dominate. At this time, if you take a rifle home from the battlefield, you can become a "general" who dominates several streets. .

Coupled with the veterans who were sent home, it was even more of an unsettling factor.

However, the chaotic situation unexpectedly did not last long.

Perhaps because they couldn't stand the bandits who took advantage of the situation and bullied men and women, the victorious Alliance soldiers didn't even watch the joke.

䀴 is taking action.

They did two things.

The first thing was to convene representatives from all walks of life in the city to establish a "Citizen Autonomous Committee", select a group of young men from the retired militia, and distribute weapons seized from the Guards and the City Defense Force to them.

The second thing was to use thunderous means to punish those robbers who took advantage of the situation and even committed crimes in the street, and handed them over to the newly established "Citizens' Autonomous Committee" for disposal.

Inside the palace of the castle.

Several men who had been beaten with bruises and swollen faces were kneeling on the ground, their hands and feet tied tightly with ropes.

Not far from them stood several old men, women and children, who had also been brought here as victims and witnesses.

Standing with the players of the Burning Legion were representatives of the Citizen Autonomous Committee. Some of them were tailors, some were stonemasons, and some were butchers selling pork. Several of them still held "Ripper" rifles in their hands.

It could be seen that this was their first time standing in the palace, and everyone's expressions were very reserved, even uneasy, and they did not dare to look at the king sitting on the throne.

If the alliance soldiers hadn't asked them to stand here, they would have been kneeling on the ground like the prisoners.

Without looking at the people kneeling on the ground, Lao Yi looked at the old king sitting on the throne.

"... In the Alliance, robbery is a felony, and the maximum penalty can be determined as a plunderer. He will be deprived of all personal freedom, political power and even human rights, and will be forced to work in the mines like animals until he dies."

As he spoke, Lao Ji suddenly moved his eyes away from the king's face and looked at the representatives of the people who had been selected by them.

"How do you handle this situation here?"

Several people hesitated, and finally the butcher stood up and said viciously.

"According to the laws of the Falcon Kingdom...the head should be beheaded in public display!"

When he heard that he was about to chop himself, the man kneeling on the ground immediately made a sound like a mouse whose tail had been stepped on.

"Wait! I am a noble! I am a baron consecrated by His Majesty the King himself... The criminal law of beheading does not apply to me!"

Lao Ji was not surprised by the man's defense.

Except for those small fish and shrimps, those who are able to take advantage of the situation are generally the nobles who are exempted from military service.

Especially the kind of nobles who are neither big nor small.

These people had refused to confess before because of their dignity. When they heard that they were going to behead themselves, they immediately revealed their identities as nobles.

All five of them were barons.

The old king looked at them with black lines on his head.

These people were a disgrace to him.

Lao Ji shook his head.

"Beheading is too bloody... unclear."

However, before the people kneeling on the ground could be happy, his next words made them feel as if they had fallen into a bottomless ice cave.

"Let's change it to hanging."

Hearing that they still could not escape death, the nobles kneeling on the ground looked at the king.

"His Majesty!"

"Spare your life, Your Majesty!"

Looking at the few nobles who were begging and looking at him, the old king sighed, and just wanted to remind them that they were begging the wrong person.

You can't help it, after all, you are a noble by yourself.

He looked at the regiment leader and whispered.

"He just... bullied a few civilians, is that all?"

When beating a dog, it depends on the person.

No matter how unbearable they are, they are still his men. He has already surrendered. What else do these people want?

Moreover, he didn't know why the alliance did this.

Is it to win over people's hearts?

Or humiliate yourself?

There is absolutely no need to spend so much time "acting this show" for yourself. What dignity does he have as a king of a defeated country?

But...

That "Citizens' Autonomous Committee" always gave Mongot an uneasy feeling in his heart.

Although he will grant noble status to civilians who have made military exploits, he has always been wary of giving power to people other than nobles.

Especially now, these people are not only given law enforcement powers by alliance soldiers, but also have guns in their hands.

Forced by the majesty of the royal family, these mud-legged people may not do anything. It may be difficult to take these guns away from their hands.

Thinking of this, Mongot couldn't help but have a headache.

The temporary chaos in the city did not worry him too much. This chaos was like a gust of wind, blowing away and disappearing.

The evil things the alliance was doing made him feel uneasy.

It always feels like they have planted a huge bomb under their feet...

Lao Ji smiled and said.

"This is the manager's fate. Do you have any objections?"

King Mongoth immediately fell silent upon hearing this, and shook his head after a long time.

"No, please do as you please."

The words just fell.

Without even having to express their opinions, the citizens surrounding the prisoners immediately lifted up the barons who were kneeling on the ground and dragged them out of the door regardless of their cries.

Apparently.

They've been putting up with these guys for a long time, even before today.

The dragging action was not without personal anger in it.

Lao Dong ignored them and acquiesced in their lynching.

Although the manager's handling style was quite to his liking, he actually knew in his heart that Chu Guang was not doing this to claim justice.

Just to throw some of the power out of the castle under his feet and distribute it to the citizens who are willing to be exploited by human beings.

Then the two classes of citizens and feudal nobles were completely torn apart...

As one of the means to abolish the war potential of the Falcon Kingdom, this is more effective than destroying their industry...those consumables will never throw themselves onto the battlefield by themselves.

Listening to the desperate howls and rude curses that gradually faded away outside the palace door, King Menggot sighed and closed his eyes.

Even if he felt 10,000 reluctances, what could he say?

Even he himself is the trophy of the alliance.

Everything the Alliance did was just disposing of its own spoils...

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(The book club group is exploding. You can add 2 new groups. Please don’t discuss dangerous topics all the time. I’ll just create another group after it’s gone. I feel bad for losing your account... Hey, the chicken soup I stewed today didn’t stew. , I don’t know why the stewed chicken legs are harder than leather shoes. I’m sorry, I’m ten minutes late!