This Game Is Too Realistic

Tiandu.

Xilan Imperial Palace.

After living here for a few days, not even a soldier was seen. McClun felt a little bored, so he took his adjutant and walked around here.

The adjutant's name was Aaron. He belonged to the civil service system. He had the experience of working in the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and his military rank was Captain of a Thousand Commanders. About three years ago, he was sent to Borneo to run the Triumph City Civil Service Corps for local interests, and his understanding of the situation here was almost the same as that of the locals.

When passing by a side hall of the palace, McClun saw a group of young men and women dressed in luxurious clothes surrounding a sand table.

The sand table was about ten square meters, with some carved wooden chess pieces placed on it. They were all tigers, leopards, jackals, birds, and animals with teeth and claws, and were pushed by two servants holding long poles.

McClun couldn't help but asked in surprise when he saw this.

"This is it?"

"Wargame."

"...where are the soldiers?"

"The beasts on the chessboard are soldiers. Snakes eat rats, eagles eat snakes, lions and tigers. Both are afraid of elephants. Under the scorching sun, cattle are omnipotent. In the dark, mice are invisible..." Seeing McClun's weird look, Aaron smiled and pointed out, "Don't underestimate this thing. It actually embodies the governance philosophy and spiritual world of the survivors here."

After a pause, he continued.

"In addition, a standard chessboard has to be ten square meters. Counting the total weight of the chess pieces, it is not affordable for most wealthy people. As for the chessboard for assessment under the steps of the side hall of the palace, it is even more outrageous. There are three Thousands and three hundred square meters, only a thousand chess pieces of equal height, I have been here for so many years, but I have never figured out how to play that thing."

"Assessment?"

"The main thing is to select some military talents."

McClun's brows twitched and he couldn't help but ask.

"They just use this thing to select generals?"

"Part of it is 㱕. At least the 2-ton chessboard can eliminate quite a few poor people."

"Where's the rest of it?"

"This has to do with our contribution," Aaron continued with excitement, "We recovered some of the equipment left behind by the expeditionary force in Luoxia Province through the outlet of Silver Moon Bay, and it only cost less than three thousand Wandinar helped them build a professional army, and this army is now the trump card of the entire Borneo Province. "

When he heard the word expeditionary force, the corner of McClure's mouth twitched unconsciously.

While they were talking, a group of noble children in front of the chessboard also noticed the two people passing by and stopped their discussion.

One of them, a young man who seemed to be of high status, stepped forward, nodded respectfully and said.

"Mr. McClung, this afternoon."

McClun looked at this greasy-headed, pink-faced guy.

"Who are you?"

Seeing this Weiland man talking to him, the man's face suddenly showed a happy expression and he continued.

"I am Manish, the second son of the Saisang family. I have long heard of the reputation of the general. I wonder if I can discuss with you the skills of using troops."

Aaron McClun whispered beside him.

"He is the direct disciple of Prince Dilip, the winner of the last major exam. If you are interested in their war games, it would be a good idea to ask him to teach you the rules."

McClun glanced at the young man, suddenly grinned, said nothing, and walked away from here with his hands behind his back.

Seeing this, Aaron quickly followed him.

However, the nobles were not offended by the rudeness of the Weiland man. Instead, they were delighted, especially the young man who came forward to ask for advice.

"He just smiled at me." Manish turned around and showed off to his companions.

A group of young men and women in front of the sand table smiled and sent compliments.

"General McClun must have seen the shadow of a five-star captain of ten thousand men in you!"

"Sir Manish, you will definitely become a better general than your teacher." A young girl wearing an emerald green dress and with brown curly hair in braids said with her hands on her chest and her eyes shining brightly. .

Listening to the compliments from all his friends, Manish smiled and raised his hand, making a hypocritical humility.

"Excellent."

"I am still far from Prince Dilip..."

…

Corridor of side hall.

Aaron, who was chasing McClun, said with a helpless expression.

"Can't you be a little more polite towards them? They are our nominal friends after all, and if you want to see your own army as soon as possible, it is actually a good idea to have a relationship with these princes and nobles, that Wu Tuo has always consciously cultivated the military qualities of the children of the royal family. "

McClun said with an indifferent expression.

"I just interact with them in the way they like. Didn't you find that they respect me more when I do this?"

At first, he also reflected on whether he had gone too far.

Especially when he thought about the River Valley Province, when those survivors died generously for their leader without hesitation, he was shocked in his heart.

Only by respecting others can you gain respect from others. Perhaps the Weirant people's attitude towards other races is indeed a bit too arrogant.

However--

There is no point in doing this thing here.

Everyone here is thinking about how to use the authority in their hands to the extreme, and at the same time seek to make up for the dignity that has been trampled by the superiors from those with lower status than themselves. He saw with his own eyes that a duke made an appointment with a countess at a dinner party. The count smiled and put the two of them in the funny sedan, then turned around and took the hand of another baroness. .

The entire Tiandu palace is like a connected centipede. Some people wear clean and tidy clothes, but they are filthier than those who have no clothes.

Although he himself was not a Taoist, the thought of joining this centipede made him lose all interest.

He had never been so stoic.

At this time, the communication signal on Dai Yalan's wrist suddenly flashed. He immediately took out his headphones and put them on, then his expression changed.

McClun was about to ask what happened when he saw the familiar and thickly bearded man, surrounded by a group of servants, walking quickly towards this side.

It was completely different from when they first met. His angular face was full of panic, his steps were stumbling like he was stepping on a single-plank bridge, and his sunken eyes were filled with confusion and panic.

As expected, he was right that he was strong on the outside but cruel and cunning on the inside.

Before Aaron could say his greetings, the Emperor of the Xilan Empire spoke first.

"General, save me!"

Seeing Wu Tuo holding his arm tightly, McClun took half a step back in astonishment.

"What's...what's wrong with you?"

Wu Tuo let go of his hand and hurriedly straightened his appearance, but he still couldn't hide the panic in his eyes, and said after moving his eyes along a line.

"...Let's talk in another place."

…

Moving from the side hall to the meeting hall in the backyard, Wu Tuo finally explained the entire situation clearly.

In fact, he concealed the situation at first when he stated the incident. For example, he downplayed the cause of the incident, exaggerated the brutality and rudeness of the Alliance after landing at Golden Gallen Port, and was unreasonable in his response to the ceasefire agreement, etc... …

However, Aaron has his own intelligence system in the local area, not to mention that many people in the Gray Wolf Army were trained by them, so he naturally understands what the whole situation is.

Of course, the whole story is never the most critical thing. The real key is how to solve the problem.

Looking at the frightened emperor, Aaron coughed slightly and tried to comfort him.

"Please don't panic, Your Majesty. I roughly understand the situation...the Alliance's reaction is indeed a bit out of line."

"Out of line?!" Wu Tuo's eyes widened, and he punched the armrest of the wooden chair angrily, "Jinggallen Port is the most important seaport on our east coast, where millions of imperial citizens live! You You actually say this is outrageous!”

McClun played with the tea cup on the table and didn't look at this person at all.

This guy can still sit here and yell. It seems that the alliance does not have plans to expand the scale of the war. Naturally, he is not as worried as when he first came here.

If this guy was pulling him to run for his life, he didn't think Tuo would panic.

Aaron, who was sitting aside, spoke to comfort him.

"Don't get excited yet, Your Majesty... drink some tea and calm down first."

He knew that this guy was worried not about the millions of animals that could survive eating dirt, but about the gold stored in the port.

Five hundred million dinars is indeed not a small amount of money.

However, the possibility that this money will be returned to the port is very small. There is no point in getting angry about something that has already been spent. It is better to find a way to do something meaningful with this money that has already been spent.

For example, paying compensation.

At least in his opinion, it is absolutely impossible for the empire to come back with its current strength. The harder the opponent struggles, the harder it will be to grab his throat.

Wu Tuo picked up the teacup and took a sip, then placed it heavily on the table, as if he was venting his last breath of anger.

Seeing that the frequency of the ups and downs of his chest had slowed down, Aaron slowly explained everything he had prepared.

"First of all, please accept this ceasefire agreement."

The meeting hall fell silent.

There was silence between the three of them.

McClun raised his eyebrows and glanced at Aaron, then withdrew his gaze and silently played with the teaspoon next to the tea cup.

Wu Tuo stared at Aaron blankly, then glanced briefly at McClun, who was not looking at him at all, and then looked at Aaron again and said.

"...where is your army?"

Aaron took a sip of tea to moisten his throat and said softly.

"Each legion has its own battle plan. They hate unexpected arrangements. It's easier to invite them but harder to send them away."

Wu Tuo stared at him with wide eyes.

"Aren't we the closest friends?!"

Aaron looked back at him in surprise, as if he was surprised why he would ask such a question.

"Respected Your Majesty, of course we are, so we provide you with a solution to the problem, rather than letting the situation develop in the worst direction... The marshal does not want this regional conflict to evolve into a full-scale war, and neither do you. I hope to see those people put all their aircraft, tanks and artillery on the shore. To be honest, they are actually more restrained than they were in Luoxia Province. "

"But, Golden Gallen Port..." Wu Tuo was about to cry in a hurry, holding the armrests of his chair tightly with both hands, like a child who had his toys taken away, "If we retreat a hundred kilometers, they will continue to move forward even further. What to do if we move forward?”

General McClung, who had been silent until now, suddenly spoke.

"You don't have to worry about this. They will retreat, at least to the port. But based on what I know about them, I'm afraid they will make some small moves, just like they did in the Falcon Kingdom."

Aaron looked at McClun curiously, as if he didn't know what was going on there.

"for example?"

McClung said casually.

"At that time, they set up a citizens' autonomous committee to check and balance the power of the nobles and explain it to eliminate trouble. Just ask Captain Cohen. He took over the position of General Klass. He is now the governor of Luoxia Province."

Aaron continued to look at Wu Tuo with a desperate look on his face. Just now it seemed that he was just planning to use McClun's mouth to express some love.

"You have also heard that it is unrealistic to expect the Alliance to withdraw honestly. No matter how many times they flush their shit, they can't wash it away. My suggestion is... set up a buffer zone at Golden Gallen Port to retain them. "Sovereignty, but exclude them from the empire, so that they can at least prevent them from leaving dirty things to attack your authority."

After a pause, Aaron looked at His Majesty the Emperor, whose face was ashen and continued to speak.

"Of course, we understand the importance of Golden Gallon Port to you. The empire's wealth depends on the gold contributed by that port, but gold is not the only valuable thing. If you don't dislike it, we can move closer to the Triumph City. Near the west coast of Borneo Province, we will help you build a similar port, and even assist you in developing some important industries that the empire lacks... Of course, in order for the plan to proceed more smoothly, we need some local independent decision-making rights. "

Wu Tuo looked at him and said in a daze.

"...What's the point of this? I need an army, not a craftsman."

"I know you need an army, and we give you exactly that," Aaron said with a smile. "Do you know why the Alliance can rely on a few people to chase you around? Because they have You don’t have anything... Their factories can produce rifles and cannons in batches. As long as you also have factories, you are no worse than them. "

To be honest, there are already enough slaves in the City of Triumph, especially those Wilantes who have returned from the east after suffering a defeat recently and are also thinking about some issues on how to make their lives better.

After all, no matter how fast a slave fan can be, it can't keep up with electric fans and air conditioners, and management needs are something that can be easily satisfied.

Although the legion also has some factories that produce consumer goods in addition to factories that produce weapons, but because they account for a very low proportion of the total industrial output value, the cost remains high. It is mainly consumed by some officers, which makes it difficult to Like an ideal city, it benefits everyone.

It may be a good idea to let Borneo Province help solve some low- and medium-end industries.

There are both resources and manpower here. Even if the price of consumer goods in Triumph City can be reduced by 1%, the interest groups behind him can make a lot of money.

By the way, I can also arm this weak-minded guy a little bit, which makes everyone happy.

Wu Tuo fell into deep thought.

After a long moment, he loosened his grip on the armrest with his fingers and nodded hesitantly.

"I'll think about it..."

Aaron knew that he was already moved, but such a big matter had to be discussed with his officials and relatives for a while.

But what constructive suggestions can those yes-men give?

The most they could do was help him polish the grammar of the edict, so that a matter that was originally very embarrassing could be said in a different way so that it didn't look so embarrassing.

So he was not in a hurry and said patiently.

"We are waiting for your good news... But to be honest, other things can be slowed down first. If the ceasefire agreement is troublesome, it is better to do it as soon as possible. You are already at a disadvantage and cannot be reversed in the short term, so the longer it is delayed, the better it is for them."

Wu Tuo nodded slightly, stood up and left the meeting hall.

That back figure looks so lonely.

The room fell silent.

Seeing McLean sitting dumbly aside, Aaron's serious face showed a smile and leaned back on the chair comfortably.

"We didn't do anything, but we got as much as our opponents."

Seeing that the nominal commander was speechless, he continued speaking proudly.

"What do you think I'm saying? If you want to have a good relationship with them, you must never be more anxious than them."

McClun coughed slightly as a reminder.

"But Bicester Town is at least outside the Falcon Kingdom, and we haven't lost an inch of ground."

Aaron shrugged and said with a smile.

"Who is here? They are not our vassals, they are just our friends."

…

Bad news always travels faster than good news.

Within a few days, the news of the Gray Wolf Army's frontline defeat spread back to Tiandu, causing panic throughout Tiandu.

Some people say that the entire Gray Wolf Army was captured, while others say that the captured troops were actually a team of 10,000 people, and the remaining four teams of 10,000 people still had fighting strength.

But no matter what, this group of greyhounds completely humiliated the royal family and fought the stupidest battle with the most expensive equipment.

General Alaya also changed from a god of war respected by thousands of people to a clown that millions of people spit on. Some wolf boys and girls angrily threw his propaganda portrait out of their homes, but it was picked up by some rat and snake people. Materials for making clothes.

The rumors became more and more outrageous. I don't know who said that the Alliance people planned to fight all the way up the river to Tiandu. This really frightened many people. The gate of the settlement was crowded with fleeing horse-drawn carriages and bullock carts.

Fortunately, His Majesty issued the edict in time, so he called back those losers who swarmed outside the city, and clarified all the rumors.

[…Climate conditions caused difficulties in suppressing the bandits, allowing the Gray Wolf Army to turn a kilometer westward and build a defensive line in the mountains and forests east of Qianzhu City. It was necessary to dig deep trenches and build extensive bunkers for solid defense.

In addition, the Tiger Army and the Black Panther Army will bring 100,000 troops to the front lines from the north and south respectively, forming a three-sided pincer attack with the Gray Wolf Army to encircle the enemy.

Currently, there is a raging banditry in Golden Gallon Port, and the people of the empire are not allowed to go there unless necessary. 】

The edict seemed to say everything, and yet it seemed to say nothing, but in the end it still made two points clear - the "enemies of the empire" would not continue to advance westward, and an army of 300,000 was already on the front line, ready to fight at any time. Prepare to deal a devastating blow to the enemy.

The upper-class citizens and nobles knew a little bit about what happened, and His Majesty made a smart decision that attracted revenge from the Alliance.

As for the middle and lower class citizens and most of the poor, they use "iron men" to refer to the enemies from the sea. Their attitudes are also strange and indifferent, some are curious and some have nothing to do with them, but most of them are still Mainly swearing.

Originally, it was just His Majesty and the nobles he had conferred on them, but now, there is another "iron bump" on His Majesty's shoulders.

The sequence of respect and inferiority has been extended one step further. People who were originally humbled to the dust can only look down on themselves even more.

However, in Golden Gallen Port, the style of painting is completely different.

The nobles and citizens welcomed and fawned over these "iron men" to an extent that even the "iron men" felt embarrassed.

As for poor people, they are more conservative.

Except for those who were paid to dig trenches, demolish houses, and lead the way, who secretly rejoiced and welcomed us in the streets, the rest of the people, besides being frightened and fawning, were more absent-minded and indifferent.

People who eat dirt are still eating dirt, nothing has changed. People who can only eat a few meals of beans are complaining about the increase in feed prices. The price of a pound of black beans finally broke through ten despite hesitation. Life is getting harder and harder...

…

"Wasteland OL" official website.

Today the forum is as lively as ever.

Since the mutant slime mold nest in Qingquan City was solved, the slime body meeting has made more and more progress under the auspices of the administrator. Two save points have been established one after another, and many players have tasted the benefits of map reclamation, and have brought distant stories and information there back to the official website.

However, compared to the bits and pieces of information encountered on the road, the big news the Burning Corps made in Borneo was naturally more exciting.

A few people conquered a settlement with a population of over 10,000 people.

The population of this settlement is almost larger than the total population of the alliance!

As usual, today it is still Elder Brother Fang who brings a day of fun to the friends who are far away in the valley province, moving bricks, dusting, laying bricks, and painting ruins.

Fang Chang: "Telegram from the imperial capital! They promised to retreat one kilometer, but they also mentioned that they would send more soldiers to the front unless we completely withdraw from Borneo Province. In addition, they asked us not to Leaving Golden Gallon Port, they must either return to the sea or stay in the settlement. This is their bottom line. Otherwise, the temporary ceasefire agreement will be invalidated. The specific ceasefire agreement will be negotiated and signed by Duke Galawa in Dawn City. "

Quit smoking: “WTF?”

Tails: "Hey!?"

Ye Shi: "Are these guys so brave? (Funny)"

Elf King Fugui: "Can you bear this?!"

Irena: "I would never be able to bear it. Let's fuck them when the airport is under construction! (Funny)"

The post reached dozens of pages in an instant, and the entire forum was filled with a happy atmosphere.

A small number of people commented on their awesomeness in the posts, but most of them were encouraging them to fight all the way west to Tiandu and capture the old emperor alive.

There are also some people who are not satisfied with just watching the fun and want to join in the fun at the front.

Bringing an Umbrella or Not at Midnight: "You guys, do you need mercenaries? I raise a lot of garbage. (Crying)"

Debt-eyed: "Brother, look at me. I didn't raise that mentally retarded thing. I mainly wanted to help the local survivors who were suffering. (Funny)"

Picking up trash level 99: "???"

I want to say quietly: "Just be human beings. (Sweat)"

Fang Chang: "Calm down, we are civil servants. We should abide by the rules. We know how to fight and where we will hit."

Commander Quanshui: "Actually, I think it's okay even if you don't abide by the last one. They can't see it anyway. If they see it, they probably pretend they didn't see it. (Squinting smile)"

That was more like a harsh statement to help the empire regain face.

Just like the previous "notification letter".

Lao Bai: "We think so too, but we don't plan to cause trouble for the time being. Golden Gallen Port is now a mess, and there are ruins everywhere from the Governor's Palace to the Kraba Market in the north of the city. We plan to rebuild part of the city. Buy some properties, and then build a local force to take over the city and police agencies... This is currently being done by Brother Fang, and I don't know much about it. Professional players who are interested can ask him about it. tooth)"

Fang Chang: "Well, the land characteristics of Potato Port are not suitable for the development of industry, and the maintenance cost of industrial facilities is too high. However, the planting industry can obtain a growth acceleration buff, especially some tropical and subtropical crops, which are obtained from local crops. Feedback from residents shows that the growth is encouraging. Therefore, we have adjusted our original plan and plan to put the secondary industry in Jingallon Port and focus on developing the primary industry along the Strait. "

㥕The next person left: "Good guy! The DNA has moved! (Funny)"

Ward's athlete's foot, Levin: "Do you need us to build a Laiyang branch?"

Lao Bai: "We must welcome you. There are a lot of minerals here, but the electricity bill may be a bit expensive. (Baring teeth)"

Borneo is rich in mineral resources. The de-urbanization movement more than two centuries ago produced a large amount of garbage that is either rusted and weathered, or buried under the soil or mountains.

Resources will not disappear out of thin air, they will just exist in another form. For example, there are "mines" similar to the Red River Alliance, which are everywhere in Borneo Province.

In addition, the local area has abundant human resources. Although the education rate is a bit low, some labor-intensive industries do not actually require high education thresholds.

Fang Chang: "...there is no rush for the industry. We plan to start with the textile industry first. I checked the import and export accounts of the port. Textiles are one of the main export goods here. There is no shortage of raw materials and employees. , Industrial equipment can also be purchased in Boulder City and Lida City, and it is not too troublesome to transport it through Silver Moon Bay. "

Fujito: "I guess there's a shortage of power resources there. I'm afraid we have to use a pedal sewing machine... Do we still have that thing here? (Doubtful)"

Ye Shi: "That must be there. Why are we electrifying the prisoner-of-war camp? Dawn City has just replaced kerosene lamps with electric lamps a few months ago. (Funny)"

Sisi: "Ahem, although I'm not an expert, I think it's better for you to consider the local people's food problem first. The fertile soil of Jingallang Port is mostly used for cash crops such as cotton, sugar cane, and spices. The local people mainly rely on the Yongliu River inland port to import their staple food from the western plains... If this continues, they may have to eat dirt. "

Tails: "Oh! Tails thinks so too! That dirt tastes so bad, I almost died last time. (`-д-；)ゞ"

Quit smoking: "Damn it, have you tried it?!"

There are really mosquitoes in WC: "Irena: I lost. (Funny)"

Irena: "Although I'm so angry, I feel like I've lost if I refute now. (Funny 㳓 angry limited edition.jpg)"

Elf King Fugui: "Hahahaha."

Fang Chang: "We will pay attention to this issue. In the past two days, we have discovered that the price of beans has generally increased. At this stage, we are considering importing some grain from Silver Moon Bay to solve the short-term problem. In the medium and long term, part of the economy of the plantation will be improved." Changing crops to corn fields or rice fields should be feasible.”

Mole on the run in the canyon: "By the way, what about the more than 10,000 prisoners? What are you going to do with them?"

Fang Chang: "What I am about to say next is that the empire hopes that we will return those people as soon as possible, for the sake of the more than 10,000 families behind them. However, we plan to postpone the release of the prisoners until the ceasefire agreement is officially signed. During this period We may arrange for them to do some work, such as the Kraba Market renovation project, but we can’t keep so many people in vain.”

Commander Quan Shui: "Reeducation through labor is indeed a good idea. Maybe we can let them take some things home. (Funny)"

Fang Chang: "I hope so, but to be honest, I don't really have high hopes for the local people's consciousness. The few guys worth cultivating are all warlord-like talents. They can take a step forward spiritually. If you can reach the early stage of Boulder City, you will be a pure predator if you take a step back, let alone transform them. If you stay there for a long time, you may become like Big Eyes and lose all your integrity. "

Debt-eyed: "Damn it, you were shot even while you were lying down?"

Tails: "I understand! Go tell Dolly now, and then take advantage of the opportunity to hug the lovely Miss Dolly! ヾ(ﾟ∀ﾟゞ)"

Sisi: "???"

Fang Chang: "Haha, if you can do it, just try it. I'm quite confident in myself... By the way, Ah Wei, where were those people you sent from the port area before? Is there any way to contact them? "

Tails: "Oh, Sis left a radio for them. If they don't break it, it should be fine! By the way, do you have anything to do with them?"

Fang Chang: "Well, we would like to have a chat with them."

While the players were chatting in full swing, Chu Guang was sitting on the B4 floor of Shelter 404, drinking a Coke and looking at the screen, his face filled with relief and emotion.

A long, long time ago, when the corps system first came out, he had envisioned allowing players to use the corps as a collective to spontaneously spread cultural fire to the outside world.

Although their work is still a little rough, and their motivations and starting points may not be completely consistent with their own, it is still the same.

He knows very well that it is undesirable to want and have both. If he is too controlling and wants everything, he will often get nothing.

He only expects one thing from these players. At present, they are doing very well and are improving little by little.

Chu Guang stretched out his index finger happily and rubbed Xiao Qi's little head.

"Yes, my son has become successful."

Xiaoqi: "...???"