This Game Is Too Realistic

Camp Lowell.

The heavy rain that had just ended washed the blood stains remaining in the mud into the puddles on the street, and the fragrance of the mud carried a trace of blood that could not be dissipated.

But the people here seem to have become accustomed to death, so much so that the blood staining the streets seems to have been shed in vain.

In front of the gate that had been blasted open by 100mm artillery, a circle of poor people watching the excitement gathered in a dark circle.

Among them were people living on the nearby streets, slaves who had just been rescued, and the Avengers First Corps militia standing guard at the gate of the camp.

At this moment, ten militiamen were standing in the center of the crowd.

Their arms were all tied with white gauze for identification, and their hands were tied behind their backs with plastic strips. However, the expressions on their faces were different, some looked angry, and some were filled with concern. Others had unconvinced expressions on their faces, or had a premonition that something bad was going to happen.

Not far from them, two corpses, a man and a woman, were lying.

The man looked to be in his early thirties and the woman was in her mid-twenties, so they should be a couple. The former's abdomen was stabbed open, and the latter's forehead had a bloody hole. Both of them had obvious bruises and scars on their bodies, and they seemed to have suffered a lot before they died.

Next to the two corpses, two disheveled girls were wrapped in blankets that barely covered their bodies. They were sitting huddled in the mud and shivering. Their expressionless faces were covered with tears of fear and sluggishness. and muddy stains.

The two of them seemed to have forgotten how to cry, and they just made sounds every now and then, like fish stranded on the shore.

Looking at the group of disarmed militia patrols, the corpse lying on the ground and the two girls wrapped in blankets next to the corpse, the murderous dagger and toes who had just come out of the camp gate could guess what happened. He looked at the four players standing next to the two girls and confirmed.

"What happened."

Shanhe Ruimeng took a step forward, put away the eyepiece of his helmet, glanced at the group of disarmed guys, and truthfully reported the situation at that time.

"...We were taking shelter from the rain near Blackwater Street when we suddenly heard a gunshot. When we came out, we saw those guys coming out of a house."

The operation is fully documented on video.

He didn't want to describe the situation too much. He could only say that these guys had done everything the beasts couldn't do.

From the expression on the player's face, he roughly guessed what happened. Murderous Dagger looked at the militiamen with white stripes tied on their arms.

Although I couldn't understand what these iron men were talking about, those militiamen could understand the murderous look in their eyes.

The leader immediately panicked and shouted, trying to defend himself.

"That man! He was the jailer at Camp Rowell! We found the Imperial rifle and the prison guard's clothes in his house!"

"Can you prove that his gun and clothes were not picked up? And who allowed you to enter their house!" Murderous Dagger stared at him, "Even if he is a jailer, even if he has done something unforgivable , what does it have to do with his family?”

Those people obviously had unconvinced expressions on their faces, and even looked at him with a trace of incomprehension in their eyes.

The leader did not speak, and the man standing next to him took a step forward.

"We went in to take shelter from the rain! And... didn't you go in too? I saw them coming out of a private house!"

As he said that, the man turned to look at the four iron men who had disarmed them, with an indignant expression on his face.

The murderous dagger looked at the mountains and rivers and fell into a dream.

The latter's expression froze and he explained awkwardly.

"We did go in, we really just went in to take shelter from the rain...and I paid the money, so the family can testify for us. No, if you don't believe it, I can turn on the action recorder, I have the whole process "Open."

Ling Chong's expression changed.

Damn it?

If it were left here, wouldn't it be impossible for him to escape even if he jumped into the Yellow River? !

Fortunately, Brother Shadagger didn't do this. He just reached out and touched the VM twice, probably discussing with other players what to do.

Seeing that things seemed to be getting interesting, more and more people gathered around to watch the excitement, pointing and talking in this direction.

There was internal strife between the "Iron Man" and the group of slaves carrying guns.

They just wonder how this farce will end.

There was also someone lying on the ground who seemed to know someone. Several survivors living nearby were whispering excitedly to each other.

"Abshik seems to be the jailer of Camp Lowell. I've heard someone say it before. It seems like he said it himself."

"How did I hear that he was a shoe shine?"

"Come on, that guy is just a porter and a drunkard who likes to brag. Maybe he will become your Majesty's Guards tomorrow."

"He still has money to buy wine?!"

"Where did he get the money? Every day he squats on the dock to pick up the leftovers from the sailors. Last time I saw someone peeing a bottle for him. He picked it up and tasted it, but he drank it all. Later, he told us that the wine of the Weiland people tasted strangely sweet."

"Ha ha!"

"It's a pity that his two daughters are in bad luck with their father, tsk tsk."

"The face looks pretty good, but it's a little dirty."

"You must be in need of comfort after being so wronged, hehe."

At this time, a horn sounded from behind the crowd, and a wheeled off-road vehicle with a machine gun welded to the roof and painted in desert color drove over.

The crowd moved out of the way.

The car door opened, Fang Chang jumped out of the car, ignored the crowd of onlookers, and walked straight to the murderous dagger.

"I already understand the situation, what about Laci?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the man with a crew cut came over from Fang Yan at the entrance of the camp, nodded respectfully and said.

"Sir, are you looking for me?"

His arm was wrapped with white gauze, and he carried a "㥕 piece" assault rifle on his back. There was a scar on his cheek that had not yet scabbed, which seemed to have been left in yesterday's battle.

Fang Chang narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at him intently.

"My brother asked you to restrain your subordinates. Is this the reason for your restraint?"

Lacy's expression was stunned. She glanced at the corpse on the ground, then at the guys with their hands tied behind their backs, and finally at Fang Chang.

"I heard they were killing Imperial soldiers."

"I heard that he was killed in his own home," Fang Chang sneered, "And their thorns were on the waistband of their trousers?"

Lacy was slightly startled.

Then, he walked up to the ten disarmed militiamen and pointed with his chin at the two corpses and the two girls wrapped in blankets on the ground beside them.

"What did you do?"

Those eyes were like the eyes of a wild beast. There was no trace of emotion, and it was impossible to figure out whether he was angry at the atrocities committed by his men or sympathizing with the plight of the two poor girls.

Stared by those eyes that seemed to suck away the soul, the tenth captain's breathing quickened, and he finally looked away.

"...I was wrong."

Lacy nodded as if accepting this statement, turned around and walked away for a few steps, then suddenly turned around and turned on the safety of the rifle.

The sudden change shocked everyone watching. Including the ten militiamen who were pointed at guns, they were all dumbfounded, and for a moment they even forgot to beg for mercy for themselves.

Lacy didn't even listen to their begging for mercy, and didn't even give them time to explain their last words, so he pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Just hearing a sudden burst of gunfire, the ten militiamen with their hands tied were like balloons being popped, and they fell into a pool of blood in a burst of electric shock.

"ah!!"

Seeing the bloody scene, the onlookers screamed and backed away, and the two girls who were slumped on the ground looked at the other side as if they had lost their minds.

After emptying the rifle's magazine, Lacy dropped it on the ground, pulled out the pistol from his waist, stepped forward, and emptied the remaining magazine at the guy who hadn't yet breathed his last.

The scene was deathly silent.

Both the militiamen standing at the gate of the camp and the players standing aside were speechless looking at this mad dog-like guy.

Fang Chang narrowed his eyes slightly, not knowing what he was thinking. He neither stopped his behavior nor praised him for being right.

Murderous Dagger stared at Lacy with wide eyes, held his breath for a moment, then suddenly stepped forward and shouted at him.

"What the hell are you doing!"

"Calm down, bro, they did something bad and now they're dead."

After being forced back a few steps by the aggressive gaze, Lacy continued speaking with no fear on her face.

"If you are still not satisfied, I can pull out the guys from the army with them and kill them."

Murderous Dagger's eyes widened.

"Are you crazy?!"

Laxi looked at the yelling guy in confusion. After being silent for a long time, a sentence suddenly popped out of his mouth.

"Isn't this enough?"

Murderous Dagger stared at this guy blankly, speechless for a moment.

In a sense, this guy solved the problem neatly, but it seemed like he didn't solve any problem at all.

It's just as he said.

Everyone was killed and their lives were lost.

Isn't that enough?

The few people who died were slaves and had been free men for at most one day. They had nothing to compensate except their lives.

"That's enough."

Fang Chang suddenly spoke to break the stiff atmosphere.

Walking up to Laci, he patted the mad dog on the shoulder, patted the tense face again, and smiled to ease the atmosphere.

"It's a good killing, it should be killed, but the way it was done was too careless. You have to set up rules to tell your subordinates what they cannot do and what kind of punishment they will receive if they do it. It is not dragged out to the square and everyone is in a hurry, otherwise it will be difficult to Convince the public.”

Lacy nodded respectfully.

"yes!"

That respectful and obedient look was so hard to find fault with. Fang Chang glanced at the corpse on the ground and spoke slowly.

"Take a few people and bury them."

Lacy nodded at the order, turned back, picked up the rifle and put it on his back. He shouted at the top of his voice and called several men over to carry the corpses and bury them.

The problem of being unconvincing doesn't seem to exist at all.

The soldiers were not dissatisfied with this leader because he killed one of their own. Instead, they looked at him with even more awe and obedience.

None of this was beyond Fang Chang's expectations.

They who have just been released from the cage are not human in the full sense. Beasts who believe in the law of the jungle are naturally more inclined to follow the more ferocious one.

Looking at Fang Chang leaving Lacy, Murderous Dagger hesitated for a moment, and finally couldn't help but say.

"I think we should at least give those people a legal trial. This is actually a good opportunity. They use it as propaganda——"

"Come on, everyone is dead, is there any point in interrogating those corpses? The one who deserves to be interrogated is still hanging on the guard tower."

After interrupting Murderous Dagger's words, Fang Chang squinted his eyes and glanced at the warden who was hanging on the sentry tower and being bitten by crows, and continued patiently.

"The things you mentioned are too advanced for them. They are still in a relatively primitive jungle society and do not need the things you mentioned yet. Don't forget, the survivors in Qingquan City have When did we waste time judging those predators before wearing clean clothes? That was all after we were fed and clothed.”

"At this stage, I have only one request for them. Just be obedient and listen to what we say. This is the only request. Even if their discipline is extremely bad, it will definitely be better than the one who can send 5% of the population to concentration camps. The emperor is much better."

"As for the rest, don't be too anxious."

The atrocities committed by those militiamen were, on the one hand, the retaliatory rebound of the oppressed after their backs were suddenly straightened, but more importantly, they were inevitable due to the vacuum of order.

The aftermath of this riot goes far beyond these few captured examples.

The rebels will be less concerned about the alliance, and the thugs who picked up weapons from the defeated soldiers will only become more cruel and unscrupulous.

There were countless tragedies happening in that dark alley at this moment.

In order to fundamentally solve this problem, a local order must be established to replace the old order when Nihak was the governor.

He is actually doing this now.

Chief Bihari is leading his henchmen to take over the city's police force, and the training of the militia is also proceeding in an orderly manner.

What they did was not good, but it was enough.

When the order is established, they only need to let the local survivors have enough to eat, clothes to wear, and houses to live in... If they can live with a little more dignity than during the Nihak period, this order will naturally be established. Gain enough legitimacy in the minds of the locals to maintain their rule.

This is actually not a disaster.

A certain crooked emperor left them a large sum of money that could be used to do just that.

㰴It would be a bit unkind to bring all that money back home.

After deducting the compensation and then "borrowing" it in the name of the company and investing it in the local people, it will not only gain a good reputation for the alliance and the French Fry Port, but also make another profit from it.

"What about them? How to deal with them?" Murderous Dagger glanced at the two girls slumped on the ground, and then looked at Fang Chang.

No matter how many solutions there are to those macro problems, they still need to solve the immediate problem.

At least he thought it needed to be addressed.

Pairs of eyes around him were watching.

Fang Chang was silent for a long time and sighed.

"Give them two boat tickets..."

Perhaps the survivors of Chip Harbor can help them start a new life, just like the survivors of the homeless home.

Apart from giving them a financial compensation and sending them away from this land of right and wrong, he couldn't think of a better way for the time being...

…

As the body at the entrance of Rowell's camp and the two poor victims were taken away, the survivors who gathered around the camp entrance to watch the excitement dispersed one after another in waning spirits.

Although the attitude of the "white gauze people" towards the "iron people" was a bit boring to everyone, in the end they were still happy to see the popularity.

That guy named Lacy is a ruthless person. He kills his own people without blinking an eye, just like killing a chicken.

Those young men who were killed were really miserable. It didn't happen much in the end. At most they paid for two pigs, but they accidentally hit the muzzle of the gun.

and--

If you are shot in the body, you will not die immediately. Instead, you will flop in the blood like a fish for a while before dying.

Everyone was so happy, it was worth it that they had watched it for so long.

As for the two girls wearing rugs, no one cares about their fate.

Some people said that they were attracted by those iron men, otherwise those iron men would have no reason to take them with them and just let them live in their own homes.

Some people also said that they would be dealt with secretly. After all, the white gauze people had gained so much face from the iron people, so the iron people had to make some kind of gifts.

Everyone is racking their brains in their own way, trying to explain the strange things that cannot be understood.

At least they tried their best.

Watching the commotion subside outside the window, Han Mingyue opened the car door and got out. She just glanced at the blood on the ground and continued to walk towards the entrance of the camp indifferently.

Waiting there, Fang Chang glanced at her twice more in surprise.

"Aren't you afraid?"

In his impression, except for the group of "blackened" disciples of the Enlightenment Society, most of the blue coats in the wasteland have extraordinary moral obsessiveness.

He was even prepared to be complained by the NPC, but what he expected didn't happen at all.

Instead, he became the one making the fuss.

"Do you think the great desert is a peaceful and good place?" Han Mingyue joked nonchalantly, "Besides, I am just studying this place, so I don't know what the situation of the survivors here is."

It seems so.

Fang Chang understood in an instant.

This guy looks at the people here just like Heya looks at Xiaoyu.

After entering the Lowell camp, Ms. Han glanced around, her eyes shining with interest.

"It is indeed here..." she muttered.

"Here?"

Fang Chang glanced around.

Apart from the layers of pigeon cages and rows of open iron gates, there was nothing special about it.

However, Ms. Han obviously has a different view.

After taking a picture of the surrounding layout, she continued with a rather emotional expression.

"...According to the information I collected in the desert, this place was once a scientific research station. During the Three War, a battalion-level combat unit affiliated with the People's Alliance Army escorted a large number of refugees from the southern industrial area. We retreated here and maintained order for a while in the early days of the Wasteland Era."

Fang Chang suddenly became curious about the strange place.

"Is Rowell the name of the battalion commander? Or the name of the scientific expedition station?"

Han Mingyue said.

"It was the battalion commander, his name was 'General Rowell'. I found some dissatisfaction and accusations against him by the survivors at that time in the cache data of a signal repeater, including asking the People's Federation authorities to Until the end of the Third War, similar complaints did not stop, but they seemed to be of no use. "

"According to the signature of the time information in the server, the last message was sent by General Rowell. It seems that he planned to report his work to the post-war construction committee, or maybe to defend himself. However, it is regrettable that the post-war The construction committee did not receive this news and was unable to take care of the survivors in the distant Borneo Province. "

"In that message, General Rowell mentioned that in addition to taking necessary coercive measures for survival, he took some special measures to fill the stomachs of local survivors, including forcing researchers to study how to make The soil became edible, including forcing some survivors to serve as guinea pigs."

"But what is surprising is that his scientific researchers actually used the equipment of the scientific research station to synthesize a single-cell organism that can degrade biomass debris. After being treated by this microorganism, the soil will appear reddish brown, and it only needs a simple Just filter it and it’s ready to eat.”

"Unfortunately, the project was only halfway through when a riot broke out at Camp Lowell. The rebel survivors buried General Rowell, his researchers and their research results north of Camp Lowell. , on the wasteland near the Yongliu River... It should have been a piece of frozen soil at that time. They spent a lot of effort to dig a big enough pit. If my guess is correct, there should be a piece of red land to the north of Jingallan Port. ”

Fang Chang asked in confusion.

"Why would those survivors turn against him."

Looking at the pieces of mud cakes spread out on the stone slabs to dry in the open space not far away, Han Mingyue said casually.

"Substances will not be created out of thin air. They will only flow from one cycle to the next. You might as well guess how the organic matter that synthesizes 'red soil' comes from?"

Without waiting for Fang Chang to guess, she continued.

"People need to constantly fill the red soil with organic remains such as corpses and feces. Only in this way can the red soil continue to 'grow out', or they can only wait for them to grow slowly."

"From the perspective of carbon sequestration, this is actually not more efficient than farming. The only advantage is that it saves trouble. General Rowell did not actually solve the problem fundamentally. He probably read some old-era books. Then he did something he thought was a good thing with a simple wish, and was finally praised by the first-generation survivors who were not crazy yet. "

Good guy.

Bury the body in soil? !

Fang Chang's Adam's apple twitched, and his stomach was churning just as he listened.

However, this researcher acted as if nothing was wrong, and even raised a meaningful smile at the corner of his mouth.

"... But the irony is that although General Rowell seems to be an ambitious fool and a bit headstrong now, the descendants of those survivors are obviously stupider than him and have thrown away their reserve. He That whimsical method matched a group of stupider guys, but made their lives enjoyable. "

"In your opinion, is there any better way?" Fang Chang was a little curious about what good ideas sociologists could come up with.

Han Mingyue said with a slight smile.

"I think your method is very good, and your manager is a very good person. Do the right thing at the right time, and don't think about reaching the end in one step... As for the specific idea, I study the east-west bias theory. I can only give you reference suggestions, but I can’t give you direct solutions.”

After a pause, she glanced around and continued.

"I have to stay here for a few days. Although most of the original buildings have been demolished, I should still be able to find some useful clues... Can you guarantee my safety?"

Fang Chang suggested friendlyly.

"I suggest you live in the port. The area under our actual control is there. It may become a front line at any time."

Han Mingyue nodded simply.

"Okay, I'll listen to you."

…

The day after the Dolphin sent the second wave of supplies and researchers from the scientific expedition team to Friesport, Duke Galawa, who was far away in the First Hospital of Dawn City, finally woke up from his bed.

Before he could fully open his eyes, the exclamation full of earnest hope jumped to the edge of the bed with a "plop".

"Sir! Are you awake?"

Before fainting, memories came flooding back. Duke Jarava looked at the servant Niyang who was kneeling by the window, stretched out his trembling hand and grabbed his arm.

"gold……"

He was like a drowned parrot trying to get the words stuck in his throat.

Niyang immediately understood the expression on his face and said quickly.

"Don't worry, Sir! I have asked someone to deliver a message to Your Majesty regarding the Golden Gallon Port! As expected, they have now arrived at Silver Moon Bay. Using the radio there, we can contact the scouts on the east coast of Borneo Province. Tomorrow at the latest Your Majesty will know the situation here!"

Duke Galava breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this.

The city defense force of Jingallang Port is really useless, but the imperial army is more than just a city defense force. Those wine bags and rice bags are not even cannon fodder.

As long as His Majesty knows about this and dispatches the Gray Wolf Army stationed on the banks of the Yongliu River, the bell can drive the Alliance people into the sea.

He admitted that he made a mistake this time and was caught off guard by the alliance. He suffered a heavy loss both on the map and morally.

But it doesn't matter.

As long as they can seize the Golden Gallen Port, they will have the initiative in ceasefire negotiations, and everything will be easy to negotiate by then.

With a relieved smile on his face, Duke Galava nodded slowly and released his grip on Niyang's arm.

"Well done...at critical moments, you can still be relied upon."

It's a pity that his status is lower.

Otherwise, he has never thought about using this bright-minded guy, such as giving him a job with some real power.

Niyang smiled shyly and said in a flattering manner.

"They are all well educated by the Duke."

Galavan nodded slowly, then looked at the white sky. He was silent for a long time, and then slowly spoke after a while.

"Is this here?"

Niyang said hurriedly.

"Shuguang City First Hospital, this is the best hospital nearby."

Seeing that Niyang stopped talking and stood aside, Bablu finally waited for the opportunity to interrupt and added angrily.

"The doctor here said that you have a heart problem and if you want to cure it, it is recommended that you replace the bionic heart. For this purpose, they have provided two sets of quality plans, one is the Jushi Army and the other is the Ideal City—— "

In fact, there is a third set, plant biology prosthetics.

However, that plan was too radical. It seemed that only residents of Vault 404 or those infected with mutant slime mold could be vaccinated, so the doctor just mentioned it.

However, before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by a scolding.

"shut up!"

Staring at this guy with wide eyes, Niyang said aggressively, "You want the Alliance people to disembowel the Duke?! What are your intentions!"

Bablu opened his mouth wide and looked at Niyang in confusion.

He didn't have any bad intentions, he was just acting like a servant and relayed the doctor's words honestly.

However, Naihe was stupid, and when he was anxious, he panicked even more. He hesitated for a long time and couldn't say a word. His head was sweating, and he looked suspicious.

The bedridden Duke Galawa unconsciously twitched the corners of his mouth.

He was a little excited to hear that it could cure heart disease and elderly people's disease. Anyway, it was not short of money. But when he heard that his intestines were about to be dislodged, he suddenly became afraid again.

That's going under the knife on the body, no joke.

Who knows if the Alliance doctor will take the opportunity to do something to him.

If that Chu Guang's look suggested that the doctor here would stab his aorta with understanding, there would be no room for reasoning!

Understanding the concern on Duke Galava's face, Niyang approached him thoughtfully and whispered in his ear.

"...Sir, I'm worried that the Alliance will take the opportunity to do something with your heart. As long as you pay attention to your condition and take your medicine on time, it will be fine. But if someone from the Alliance takes control of your heart, when will it stop?" It’s hard to say what you’re told.”

"Oh, I've expected it a long time ago... How could I fall for such a lame trick with these insidious and cunning guys?"

With a secret thought in his heart, Duke Galava glared at Babulu standing by the side, then looked at Niyang, and continued calmly.

"Did anything happen during the past few days when I was away?"

"There are no adults yet. Foreign Minister You did come to visit you once, but you were not awake at the time. He stayed for a while and then fell asleep."

When talking about this, Niyang suddenly remembered something.

"By the way, you asked me to buy a newspaper, and I bought it for you!"

After saying that, he grabbed the neatly folded copy of "Goblin Observer" on the bedside table and handed it to Duke Galawa diligently.

This is exactly the edition from a few days ago.

Duke Galava's complexion had recovered a little, but as soon as he met the exaggerated title, his sallow face instantly turned red.

"Di Rang, Commander-in-Chief of the Gray Wolf Army of the Xilan Empire: I'm crying. I just touched you, and you chased me for two thousand kilometers?" ! 》

[...The Burning Legion landed at Golden Gallen Port. In just one morning, the city defense troops were beaten and fled, and both the port area and the Governor's Palace fell. 】

These bastards...

It's so deceiving!

Jarava felt his eyes darken, the world was spinning, his shoulders were weak and he fell backwards. Not long after he left the pillow, the back of his head sank into the pillow again.

When Bablu and other wolf guards saw it, they hurriedly stepped forward and snatched the newspaper out of his tightly held hands.

"My lord! My lord!"

"Quick, hurry up and breathe!"

"Are you a pig! We are in the hospital! Go call the doctor!" Niyang pushed away Babulu, who was trying to breathe, and shouted at him.

The latter ran out of the door in a panic, not caring about who made the Duke faint, and shouted loudly towards the corridor.

"Doctor!!!"

At the same time as the doctor hurried towards the ward, far away in the Tiandu Palace on the west coast of Borneo Province, there was also a roar in the majestic main hall.

"Asshole!"

He threw the telegram in his hand at the foot of the palace steps. Wu Tuo's face was burning with murderous rage, and his beard twitched under his breath.

The boundless power of heaven pressed down on the shoulders of the ministers, and they all crouched and shivered, not daring to make any sound.

The content in the telegram was an article from the "Goblin Observer", which detailed what happened in Golden Gallen Harbor a few days ago.

However, Wu Tuo was angry that the Alliance troops had landed at Golden Gallen Port a few days ago, but he, the emperor, only knew about it now!

If his mission hadn't been in Shuguang City and rushed to deliver this newspaper, I'm afraid he, the emperor, would still be kept in the dark!

Wu Tuo's heart was like a knife, and his teeth almost bled.

Governor Nihak is his confidant, and every time he earns him hundreds of millions of dinars in foreign exchange, he is now a prisoner of the Alliance.

not only that.

The hundreds of millions of dinars he had stored in the Bank of Golden Gallen Port have now fallen into the hands of those bandits!

Good job!

Wu Tuo gritted his teeth.

He only intended to teach those people a lesson, but he didn't expect that these guys were so bold and dared to put ideas into his pocket.

Clenching his trembling fists, Wu Tuo roared with rage at the ministers who were prostrate at the foot of the steps.

"Pass it to me!"

"Starting immediately, the entire Gray Wolf Army will march to Golden Gallen Port!"

"Tell General Alaya, I don't care what method he uses! No matter how much it costs! I want those sword flags to be planted on the roof of the Governor's Palace!"