This Game Is Too Realistic

The light of the morning sun shone down from the sky, coating the man's shoulders with a layer of sacred gold.

McClun squinted his eyes and saw the face clearly.

The angular outline exudes majesty without anger, just like the domineering and majestic spaceship palace at his feet, and the deep-set eye sockets reveal a sense of cunning and cruelty, just like the wasteland. The most common hyena in the world.

I heard that his name is Wu Tuo Xilan.

However, McClun did not think so of this emperor who was the most powerful person in the world.

Not to mention compared to His Majesty the Marshal Zhan Hehe, even compared to the one he had seen in Dawn City, this guy was no different from a monkey, but with a crown on his head.

Maybe his father is a great guy.

But the people of Weiland respect him as a strong man, not as a father.

What makes McClun even more incredible is that people here would actually worship a monkey and call him the supreme emperor.

Has no one ever thought about whether this guy is worthy?

McClun didn't understand why the great Marshal wanted to instruct weak civilian officials to manage this land. For this thing, he didn't even need the Eastern Army or the Southern Army to take action. He could drive an airship to control this so-called sky. Beat them all down.

They are simply slaves of heaven.

Knock this place down, and every Willant man can get two. This is what the legion should do.

However, seeing the look from the adjutant on the side, McClun patiently cleared his throat and said coquettishly.

"Your Majesty, we bring you the friendship of Triumph City."

Leaning forward slightly, his forehead hid the corner of his mouth in disgust. He didn't even bother to introduce himself and went straight to the topic.

The adjutant next to him did not expect the old man to continue to cooperate, so he quickly took over the conversation and said with a polite smile.

"Respected Your Majesty, this is General McClun whom we recommend to you. He has performed outstanding service for the Legion in the desert, and built the Falcon Kingdom, which was once the weakest in Luoxia Province, into a desert. The most powerful country in China! If he serves as your military advisor, he will definitely be able to build an invincible steel division for you!”

Looking down at the two Weiland people standing under the stairs, Wu Tuo Xilan stroked his thick beard with his right hand, and his face was filled with a bright smile.

Especially General McClung, the more he looked at it, the more he liked it!

This guy has all the temperament that a fierce general should have. He is unruly and has a high nose. He is simply a natural general!

There are many tall and mighty people in Borneo Province, but they are still a little less interesting compared to the people who fight for war.

"Gods bless me, Xilan!"

He said happily, holding up his hands in a welcoming gesture.

"I have long heard about the general's reputation, but seeing him today is extraordinary. I have prepared a banquet for you all in the palace. Please come with me!"

As he finished speaking, a sedan chair in the shape of a flower basket, decorated with flowers, stopped at the foot of the marble-carved steps. The four strong, dark-skinned men bent their knees slightly and placed the sedan heavily on the ground.

McClun glanced at the four men.

"I have legs."

He doesn't want to ride in this ridiculous rocking car, which is a toy for three-year-olds.

After saying that, he walked towards the stairs.

The adjutant looked at this weird guy with a dumbfounded look, then glanced at the sedan chair parked nearby. Finally, he raised his head and made a helpless expression towards the aloof emperor, and followed McClun bravely. steps.

When Wu Tuo saw this, he didn't show any displeasure on his face. Instead, he felt doubly happy to have met the "real Weiland man".

The group of people moved to the palace in the center of the Tiangong, passed through a row of flower-filled corridors, and entered a magnificent banquet hall.

Everyone took their seats at the banquet.

With his thoughts in mind, McClun held his breath and stared at the hundreds of officials and nobles who were slowly taking their seats one by one. He tapped his index finger on the table again and again. Finally, he couldn't help but look at the adjutant who was calm and composed beside him and whispered.

"When do we tell them about the port?"

The adjutant was stunned for a moment and looked at him in surprise.

"Why should we tell them?"

McClun looked at him in astonishment for a long time, then spread his hands. Because he didn't know how to express it in words, he simply communicated with him with his eyes.

‘You allies, you ask me why? ’

Soon realizing that McClun seemed to have misunderstood something, the adjutant coughed slightly and whispered in his ear.

"We have to use their philosophy when getting along with them. Golden Gallon Port is the territory of the emperor. If you want to make friends with him, you can't discover the problem earlier than he does. He has his own appointment. The Governor has his own intelligence system. Even without our reminder, he will realize the problem, but it will be a matter of time. "

McClun smiled instead of being angry after hearing this. He found that his temper was indeed much better than before, and he could even have the patience to ask questions.

"Then we just keep waiting like this?"

The adjutant shook his head slightly.

"No need to wait, what's the point of waiting? Do you think I'm anxious? We can just pretend that the problem doesn't exist. It's good to let them suffer a little. They will only rely on us if they are hurt. Use their resources in exchange for our rifles... You will get used to it after staying here for a while. You must not be impatient when dealing with them, especially not be more anxious than them. "

McClun looked at this guy speechlessly, and finally gave up the argument, picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip.

In his heart, he longed to avenge his past humiliation, but here he saw no hope at all, only a kind of pain that was wasting away his time and patience and tortured him.

He suddenly regretted coming here...

…

While the Empire was still celebrating with joy, the defenders of Golden Gallon Port were being beaten by the Burning Corps until they were crying for their parents, huddled in the slums and did not dare to come out.

They found that as long as they stayed with civilians, the guys at the port would not throw cannonballs at them, and would only fire when they fired.

Of course, this is not certain.

For example, when they tried to set up artillery in the yard of the slum and fire at the dock, they were still called upon by mortars and drones.

Those survivors who lived in the slums also learned the lesson. Seeing that the only risk of following these guys was to be bombed, they naturally refused to stay with them. When they saw the city defense troops, they hid in their clothes and even stayed away. It looked lively.

A similar incident seemed to have happened a month ago, when a group of gun-toting men were run over by a white bear and ran wild through the streets.

This time it seemed more ruthless than last time.

The guy wearing an exoskeleton went straight to the Governor's Mansion. Not only was the Governor's private soldiers beaten and running away, but even the double-sword flag hanging on the roof of the mansion was torn down.

Not far from the courtyard wall of the Governor's Palace, residents of several nearby streets walked to the street and looked curiously at the excitement in the distance.

"It's really strange."

"Which adult did Mr. Nihak offend?"

"I don't know which god protected these iron men, but they are so good at fighting. Even General Abinan is no match for them!"

"Is he from Weiland?!"

"Impossible, the Legion is our old friend, how could it possibly attack us!"

"Are you from Silver Moon Bay?"

"It's even more impossible! There are only a few people in the entire Silver Moon Bay. Don't look at those guys who look like humans. They are just dogs looking up to His Majesty."

"It makes sense, they still have to do business with us, and they can't offend anyone without offending us."

"...It can't be from the Alliance, right? Those lunatics a month ago seem to be from the Alliance too."

A group of survivors were whispering among themselves, pushing each other to encourage someone to go up and have a look, and finally a skinny and short rat boy wearing rags came out.

At this moment, several men with rifles hanging on their breastplates and exoskeletons pushed open the iron fence gate of the backyard and came out.

The survivors crowded together on the dirt road dispersed and hid in nearby alleys, leaving only the thin and short young man standing in the middle of the road.

Deciding to show some friendliness before pretending to be cool, he accidentally took off his helmet and visor, half-crouched down with a smile and waved his hand.

"Come here."

The young man stared at him nervously, but he still mustered up the courage to walk forward.

Looking at him in a strange way.

"What's your name?"

"...Asin."

"Very good, Asin, which building is your home in?"

The young man looked back, pointed at the house with the red curtain, and then looked at the man in front of him wearing an exoskeleton.

He continued with a smile.

"How much is a house like yours worth?"

"A two-headed cow, or two pigs..." As if he understood the plan in his eyes, the young man continued, "But you can't buy it. My grandfather, parents and I are the four My brother and three sisters all live there. If you buy it, we will have no place to live."

There was no family member nearby who heard it and was stunned for a moment. He subconsciously picked up the telescope and took a look. However, no matter how you looked at it, it was just a small house of more than 20 square meters, even if it had two floors.

Good guy.

How did so many people get into that nook? !

Looking at the poor child in front of him, he felt a little embarrassed. It seemed that this task was not as fun as he thought.

After all, it's someone else's home.

Even if it's an NPC.

After thinking for a while, he knelt down, stared into the young man's eyes and continued.

"Listen, your master made us angry, so we are standing here. Maybe my commander has a different view. I will not pretend to tell you that we are here with peaceful purposes. To be honest Let me tell you, we are here to beat people, no matter what kind of gray wolf army or gray dog ​​army, we will beat them until they are full of teeth, and we will not leave until they beg for mercy and pay."

"I don't want to demolish your home. There's a war going on here. Whether you want it or not, it will soon become a ruin. Now you have only two choices. Take a sum of money from us and go somewhere else." Live, or wait for the Imperial Army to commandeer your house and bury it there with them."

Asin was silent for a while, knowing that even if he objected, it would be useless, so he said simply.

"How much are you willing to give us?"

After careful calculation, the task required clearing out at least a hundred households, and of course the more, the better.

There are only more than a thousand houses in this neighborhood, and a budget of 100 million is enough for them to clear a large area, so they spoke.

"One hundred thousand Xilan coins."

When he heard that there was so much money, the young man's breathing suddenly became rapid, he swallowed, and then asked.

"How many...all the houses here are you planning to buy? For 100,000?"

Yin and Yang mistakenly said with a smile.

"That's right, I won't play riddles with you anymore. I hope you will publicize it more after the deal is completed. If it's too late, it will be gone."

Asin said immediately.

"Not enough."

"Not enough?" Yin Zhidao was stunned for a moment and looked at him with a strange expression.

Isn't this guy trying to extort money because he's easy to talk to?

As if he understood the look in his eyes, the young man swallowed nervously and explained quickly.

"One hundred thousand Xilan coins can buy ten big fat pigs. If you spend so much money at one time, they will definitely not agree. Everyone will want a higher price, and there will definitely be people who are not living in this area at all. If guys come in, some will even take it twice."

Looking at this interesting young man, he said with a smile.

"We're not here to talk. You don't think our guns are just decorations, do you?"

"Then just kill them, that's the fastest," Asin said without hesitation, looking at the stunned guy in front of him calmly, and continued, "If you don't want to kill them, just let me Let me help you! Just give me 90,000 yuan for one house. Not only will I help you drive away the people, but I will also help you tear down all the mud walls in those houses that may be used as bunkers for the imperial soldiers. They lie on the rotten bricks and shoot for you!”

Half a year old couldn't help but said.

"Are they your compatriots?"

Asin looked at him silently, and from the corner of his eye, he glanced at the eyes of those hiding in the corner, prying at him curiously, and spoke slowly.

"I am a member of the Rat Clan. They have the Fox Clan, the Wolf Clan, the Pig Clan, the Cat Clan... there are many, many of them. None of them care about my life or death, and I don't care about them either. If you care about me, I can sacrifice my life for you. Whether it's murder or arson, I'll do anything if it's not convenient for you."

The four players looked at each other.

The eyes of the three of them were filled with surprise. Only one person had surprise written in their eyes, and that person was their captain.

By accident, he reached out and touched the young man's head with a smile on his face, and patted the back of his head.

"Okay, you're a very sensible boy. As long as you say 90,000 yuan per building, you can finish the work for us. But remember, don't make any big noise, especially don't kill people or set fires. We are civilized people.”

A trace of joy flashed across Asin's face, he took a deep breath to calm down and continued.

"I can definitely do it, just give me three days! Of course...if there is a thorn who refuses to move away, you have to help me teach him a lesson."

A strange combination of circumstances: "This is a bit difficult. We have our own disciplines and cannot fire at unarmed people. The most we can do is help you scare that guy."

Asin stretched out his hand.

"Then give me a gun! I have to protect myself and my family!"

By accident, he glanced at the family members next to him. He immediately understood and smiled, taking out a pistol he had received from the guard at the Governor's Mansion and handing it to the young man in front of him.

"...Remember to load the gun and unlock the safety before pulling the trigger, and don't point this thing at us. That's what happened to its last owner."

The moment he took the gun with both hands, the young man's eyes shone with surprise, and even his eyes were different.

It's not even just him.

Even those who were hiding in the alleys and watching him were the same. Their expressions that were originally watching the excitement gradually took on a hint of panic, even fear.

They didn't know what the rat kid was talking about with the soldiers. They only saw him taking a gun from their hands...

What does this mean?

Those guys who beat up the Governor are now this kid's backers?

The survivors swallowed their saliva. Some regretted that they were not the ones who went up just now. Others just looked at the gun in fear, regretting that they should not have bullied him and his family before.

I always felt that there was something wrong with wasting half a year, but I remembered that this was a wasteland and not a civilized world after all, so I didn't say anything.

After carefully putting away the gun, Asin looked seriously at the man squatting on the ground and asked.

"What's your name?"

Before he could speak, the family member next to him reached out and patted his shoulder, and said with a smile.

"His name is Tuning Fork, I call him family, and the two at the back are Dengtian and Qiaoqi. If anything happens, just come to us."

Yin Qi Yin Cao, who was thinking of a cool nickname for himself, rolled his eyes at the guy with a playful smile.

Not bothering to refute the nickname, he looked at the boy in front of him and said.

"We have been here recently. When we are not here, you can ask other people and they will help you find us."

Asin was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said seriously.

"Tuning fork, family, ascending to heaven, wasted time... I remember it."

After saying that, he put the pistol in his waistband, turned around and ran towards the slums, looking exactly like the same person as before.

Watching the child's disappearing figure, he spoke in a hurry.

"I don't think this is good. Maybe there is a better way."

No family member patted him on the shoulder playfully.

"But don't you think it's funny?"

A guy who lives at the bottom of the pyramid and has been bullied by everyone, suddenly one day tastes the taste of power, turns around and rides on everyone's heads.

He was curious about the young man's limits.

For him as a fun person, this may be a good observation sample.

Stepping to the sky, who had been silent since just now, nodded with deep understanding.

"+1"

…

On the other side, in the detention center of the Port Guard Bureau, the handcuffed Governor Nihak was pushed all the way and stumbled onto the cold concrete floor of the cell.

"From today on, this is your new home, Mr. Nihak."

The man in the exoskeleton stood at the door and said in a mocking tone, then looked at Sheriff Bihari and the two guards standing aside.

"People are optimistic."

Having completely completed the change in his thoughts, Bihari, who had taken on a new identity, immediately put his fist on his chest and straightened his back as he spoke.

"As you command! Sir!"

Fang Chang didn't speak, nodded, and walked out the door.

He is very busy now.

Not only do they have to deal with port affairs, but they also have to count the war loot.

Not only the nobles of the Xilan Empire were stranded at the port, but also some merchants who came here from other regions to purchase goods.

Their goods and cargo ships were all stuck on the dock and could not get out. Some of them were livestock, spices, dyes, linens and other goods, and some were the specialty of Borneo - the population.

Now that the Alliance has come here, it is naturally impossible to allow slave-trading ships to leave the port from here. Soon they will destroy several concentration camps located in settlements and announce the implementation of Alliance laws during the temporary control period.

In addition, there are some imperial nobles trying to leave disguised as businessmen who also need to be carefully screened.

These guys are both hostages and bargaining chips in their negotiations with the empire. They cannot just let them escape so easily.

All in all, there were still a lot of things that needed to be taken care of, and he didn't have time to talk to this guy until he finished dealing with these troublesome trivial matters.

As the man left, silence fell inside and outside the cell.

Seeing three pairs of eyes looking directly at him, Governor Nihak felt a few strands of cold sweat break out on his forehead, and forced a smile from his face.

"Bi Harry... First, what on earth is going on?"

"What's the matter?"

Bihari narrowed his eyes slightly, looked up and down at the prisoner Governor, and said with a hint of joking in his tone.

"You're already squatting here, do you still need me to remind you?"

"Bihari! Pay attention to the attitude of your words!" Nihak glared at the guy looking at him through his nostrils, trying to use his identity to suppress him, but found that he had completely lost his composure.

The guy who had been extremely flattering and flattering to me on this day seemed to be a different person at this moment, looking at me with a ferocious expression.

No--

He is simply not human!

It's clearly a grinning bulldog!

He pointed his smelly gums towards his former master, and tried desperately to please his new master by wagging his short and pitiful tail.

Raising his head arrogantly, Bihari looked down at the poor guy slumped in the cell and said unceremoniously.

"It's you who should pay attention to your attitude! Nihak! Standing in front of you now is the Sheriff of Jinlun Port! Apart from the Alliance people and the Alliance's laws, I am the biggest! If you don't want to suffer, just Keep your tail between your legs and be a human being!”

Nihak stared at this guy with wide eyes.

"Are you crazy? Don't you worry that I will settle the score with you after I go out!"

Hearing this, Bihari laughed out loud.

"Haha, even if I treat you better, will you be lenient to me after you go out? Even if you are willing, will others be willing? Besides, whether you can get out of here depends on the mood of the adults. Woolen cloth."

After a pause, he continued.

"And they also promised me to be the Sheriff of the Empire. Let's face the reality. The Empire is over! Hahaha!"

Ignoring Governor Nihak's murderous gaze, Bihari laughed loudly and swaggered out of the prison, leaving only two losers standing at the door.

"What a bastard!"

Nihak threw himself on the cell door, holding on to the railing with both hands, and yelled at the guard at the door.

"Let me out! You guys who are trying to get in and out, do you know who I am? I am the governor here! The governor of Jinlun Port! The governor personally appointed by His Majesty the Emperor!"

The two guards seemed not to hear and stood there motionless.

"Stop barking, it's okay. Do you think they care about you?" A sigh came from the opposite side of the cell, interrupting the barking cry.

Nihak gasped for breath, and then he noticed a person lying in the cell opposite, and he was an acquaintance of his.

His pupils shrank slightly and his voice trembled.

"Dirang..."

"Long time no see, Governor first." Looking at the wide-eyed Nihak, Dirang smiled self-deprecatingly and said hello to him.

Nihak's Adam's apple moved, and he struggled to squeeze out a sentence from his throat.

"What happened? Aren't you supposed to be at French Fries Port? Why are you here?"

"What happened... Haha, I still want to know," Di Rang looked at the meter of sunlight that leaked through the iron window with a complicated expression, feeling that the past few days had been like a dream.

Originally, he and his men were supposed to be enjoying the sea breeze, eating fruit, and having fun with the traitors of the empire on the beach of Chip Port. However, he did not expect that he was killed by mutants and people without even seeing the shadow of the pier. The alliance took turns banging and banging their heads, and now they were thrown into the prison cell in Jinqilun Port.

This is the most outrageous.

He never thought that he would be imprisoned here. He thought that at most he would be sent to Dawn City to be used as a bargaining chip against Lord Rawa.

The Alliance not only wanted to arrest people on their land, but also tried them on their land. This humiliation even made him feel that he might as well just die.

"How many people did they come..." Nihak looked at him nervously and asked.

Dirang no longer said casually.

"It's estimated to be less than a thousand. I saw about six hundred."

Nihak breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this, and even a hint of secret joy flashed across his face.

"It's only six hundred... they won't last long! The city defense force in Jinlun Port has two thousand people, and there are nearly ten thousand reserves that can be mobilized. After what happened a month ago, I specially purchased artillery. General Abinan will teach them a profound lesson!”

Looking at the guy with fantasies, Di Rang curled his lips in a self-deprecating tone.

"Don't think about it, those guys are no match for them."

The expression on Nihak's face froze, and he laughed twice and said.

"Mr. Dirang, are you too pessimistic? No matter what, they only have 600 people..."

"Do you know how many people captured us?"

Before the governor could guess, Dirang continued to answer his own questions as if he knew he would not be able to guess.

"Thirty...the only ones who captured us were thirty. I found out later that those people were not even their elite."

At least 200 people came ashore at that time, but they were beaten by the guys on the shore without even a chance to fight back.

What made him collapse even more was what came next.

The group of mutants who killed them until they were running around were slaughtered like chickens in front of another group of guys armed to the teeth with steel.

The two sides are not opponents of the same level at all.

They should never have provoked this monster in the first place, and they should never have gone in to join in the fun when this monster was fighting with another beast.

After listening to Dirang's statement, a trace of despair appeared on Nihak's face, and his voice could not help but tremble.

"Do we have no chance at all?"

"have no idea."

Dirang shook his head, sighed and continued.

"Perhaps His Majesty the Great can come up with brilliant ideas, but you and I, squatting here, have no choice now."

The Gray Wolf Army stationed by the Everliu River may be able to save them.

But the problem now is that only His Majesty the Emperor can command those armies, and His Majesty the Emperor may not even know what happened now.

While Governor Nihak and Dirang were speechless and choking in front of the bars, a group of people were crowded in front of the isolation zone in the port area.

Some of them are merchants from Jinlun Port, some from other places, and some are owners, captains and sailors of the cargo ships on the dock.

The owner here last night was His Majesty the Emperor. As a result, the double Japanese flags hanging at the port were torn down at dawn and were not replaced with new ones.

Most of their wealth is parked on the dock.

Looking at the group of soldiers who were armed to the teeth with anxiety, all of them were waiting for an explanation...