This Game Is Too Realistic

In the southern section of the ceasefire line between the Empire and Golden Gallen Port, the outlet of one of the tributaries of the Yongliu River is connected to a small bay.

This bay has a coastline of nearly ten miles wide. The higher peninsulas on both sides block most of the wind and waves from the waters within the bay, forming a small natural harbor.

Since the southern peninsula looks like half a banana on the map, the survivors nearby simply called it "Biaotou Bay".

Because of the abundant freshwater resources and the tranquility of the waters, many fishermen within a radius of 100 miles use this place as a haven. Once there is a storm, they will sail their fishing boats from the bay into the inland river with dense trees on both sides to take shelter and hide themselves. Before entering a nearby area, prepare a shelter first.

Some cargo ships that go around the southernmost corner of Borneo Province will also choose to take shelter from the storm here. Although they cannot enter the tributaries of the Everliu River, they can still take shelter from the wind and waves by using the peninsula sandwiched on both sides of the bay.

Over time, a small or medium-sized fishing village has formed here. A man with a big nose who is suspected to be from Weiland even used a stranded abandoned cargo ship to open a restaurant here called "The Village of Abandoned Ships" "Hotels provide cheap drinks, food, damp and moldy bedding, and even old prostitutes to nearby fishermen and passing merchants and sailors.

Perhaps because Golden Gallen Port is too dazzling, or perhaps because the land here is not suitable for growing crops and is sparsely populated most of the time, the empire seems to have selectively forgotten this land and has never sent a governor here.

Over time, this place became a "paradise" for fishermen, sailors and fugitive slaves.

But recently, the situation here has changed a lot.

First, the Alliance people planted a flag on the northern peninsula, and then patted their butts. Not long after, a group of imperial soldiers carrying the tiger flag also followed. After some research, they started logging and clearing land on the southern peninsula. Trenches were dug.

The relatively low-lying Jiaotou Village was sandwiched between the two armies. Although the Alliance machine guns could not be seen, the Imperial machine guns were already mounted overhead.

The local fishermen had never seen such a battle before. They did not have to wait for the imperial people to come and order them. They were so frightened that they jumped on the boats and escaped from the bay, heading south, south, north, and north along the coastline, each going back to his own place. Village, everyone went to find their own homes.

Those sailors also gradually disappeared because there were no ships coming over. Now only some desperadoes who have nowhere to go are still hiding here, waiting indefinitely for those smooth sailing ships that don't know when they will come... …

…

It has been some time since we crossed the "borderline" of Golden Gallen Port.

Ever since he entered this small fishing village hidden in the bay, Kunal felt his heart pounding violently, and his palms were sweating while holding a bundle of sacks.

As a native of Golden Gallen Harbor, and still living in a slum near the harbor, of course he has heard of Jiaotou Bay and the small fishing village located here, but he has never actually been here. .

Asin stood next to him with a normal expression, but his hands were always in his pockets and never came out.

Behind him were about twenty young men, all of whom used to live on the same street. They were carrying various kinds of things in their hands, including wooden sticks, hoes, and even fishing rods. They were all wrapped in plastic woven bags containing corn. From the outside, it was impossible to tell whether the items inside were guns or Don't say anything.

Glancing at the leader next to him, Kunal felt a little calmer, perhaps inspired by his calm expression, and began to observe his surroundings.

Most of the shacks built here have been abandoned, and only the stranded hulk still has a dim light that flickers on and off.

There should be two to three hundred people living in the village, but now there are less than half of them left.

The remaining people are either scrawny escaped slaves or ruthless characters with blood debts on their bodies.

While Kunal was quietly sizing them up, the locals were also vigilantly watching these bad guys.

Several men with fierce faces turned around and entered the alley between shacks. Several dark windows on the street suddenly closed their curtains.

Kunal couldn't help tensing up at the slightest movement. He swallowed, couldn't help but get closer to Asin Qi, and whispered.

"Boss...many people are watching us."

"With eyes on them, they can look wherever they want, not to mention that we are so conspicuous." Asin looked at Kunal, who was standing aside, and asked in a very soft voice, "Relax and behave naturally, like usual Come here. The more scared you are, the more likely they will be... Now, take a deep breath."

Kunal obeyed obediently and took a deep breath slowly.

Asin reached out and hooked his shoulder, and pointed with the other hand to the "Hometown of Abandoned Ship" hotel, the only one with a light on, that was stranded not far away in the middle of the beach.

"Imagine, that's our property there, not even just the boat, the entire beach is..."

"Of course, we have to take it step by step. When we make the first pot of gold, I will buy the broken ship first."

Kunal, who had calmed down, looked at his boss in confusion.

He could understand the housing project in front of the Governor's Palace. After all, many citizens and businessmen who had smelled the news had gone there to inquire about the situation. Some even took out their money and made noises without even seeing what the house looked like. You have to pay for it, you idiot.

But this is completely an abandoned fishing village, right?

He really couldn't think of anything good to invest in here.

The positions of the Alliance and the Empire are not far away. Once His Majesty waves his hand, this place will become the frontline of the battlefield.

Even the fishermen living here have abandoned it, leaving only some hopeless guys staring at the sea in a daze.

Although I did mention that I wanted to buy a boat, I didn't say that it was a shabby boat that was stranded on the shore and obviously could not be repaired...

Just when Kunal was puzzled, a group of people had already arrived at the only light on in the village.

Across the rusty cabin and hatch, a man standing at the door could even hear the faint sounds of shouting, laughter and curses coming from inside.

After waving away the mosquitoes and flies flying under the light, Asin went up and knocked lightly on the door. Soon there was a sound of footsteps approaching, and then the door opened with a creak.

As expected, standing at the door was an Imperial soldier carrying a rifle.

The tall guy stared at Asin and the group of skinny young men behind him, and then he let out a sneer and waved his hands as if to shoo away flies.

"Get away, this place is reserved, go beg for food somewhere else."

Not caring about his sarcastic tone, Asin followed the example of the waiters at the entrance of the Triumph Hotel and nodded slightly respectfully.

"...Please say hello to me, sir, and tell me that a businessman named Asin has brought something he is interested in."

Without waiting for the soldier to laugh, he took out his right hand which had been in his pocket, held a 100 Xilan coin and stuffed it into the soldier's hand.

The soldier's face showed an obvious expression of surprise, and then he quietly accepted the money.

"Wait here."

Asin nodded slightly, watched the thick hatch door close, and waited patiently for the sound of hurried footsteps to disappear.

Without waiting for a long time, the footsteps came back and pushed open again through the thick hatch.

This time the soldier didn't talk nonsense and just waved to him.

"Come here."

Asin asked.

"Can I take my servant with me?"

For the sake of the one hundred Xilan coins, the soldier was too embarrassed to refuse directly, and just said impatiently.

"Bring at most one."

"Thank you."

Asin gave Kunal next to him a look.

The latter turned back understandingly, and gave some instructions to the young men who were following them nervously. Then they followed the boss and passed through the cabin door that they spent 100 Xilan coins to knock open...

…

The space inside the cabin is surprisingly spacious.

The owner of the hotel changed the bottom deck into a dining and drinking hall. Going up the gangway is the hotel room.

About a dozen imperial soldiers sat in front of square wooden tables, shaking dices and making punches while making a lot of noise, while eating some side dishes and drinking low-quality beer.

Kunal glanced at the food and drinks on their table. They were all worse than the swill poured out of the Triumph Hotel.

A month ago, he would have swallowed saliva when he ate dirt, but now he just felt nauseous.

But unlike him, these soldiers ate with gusto, and could drink a swig of beer for just one fried bean.

It can be seen that they usually eat some pig food.

Although he was afraid of the guns in their hands, it didn't stop Kunal, who had already had enough to eat and drink, from the bottom of his heart to look down on these poor people.

Without stopping in the hotel lobby, the guard soldier took them directly to the "private box" on the corridor side of the cabin.

This used to be the captain's or first mate's resting bedroom, but now it has been converted into a private room for entertaining VIPs. The room, which was not spacious, was surrounded by three old sofas, with a wooden coffee table in the middle. The pungent smell of tobacco and sweat mixed together, making it suffocating.

A tall officer was sitting on the sofa, with a smile that was half drunk and half arrogant on his red face.

Their coats were hung on the hangers at the door, and they were only wearing a shirt. Each of them held a scantily clad girl in his arms. At first glance, it was impossible to tell who was suffering the loss.

"You're the one called... well, what are you talking about?"

The officer sitting in the center looked at the young man at the door, laughed, rubbed his red nose and continued, "I heard that you brought something that interests me?"

"Yes, I respect you Mr. Gurgit, the Thousand Commander of the Imperial Tiger Army," Asin nodded slightly and said respectfully, "My name is Asin, and I have long admired your great name."

The air was quiet for two seconds.

Gurgit narrowed his eyes slightly and suddenly woke up a little while smelling of alcohol. He looked at him with a half-smile and asked.

"Where did you hear my name?"

Sure enough, it's this one.

Asin's face remained calm, but he was relieved in his heart.

He actually didn't know the guy in front of him. He just heard from the fishermen who had recently returned from Jiaotou Bay that the leader of the thousand-man team on the southern mountain was named Gurgit. This man was an alcoholic. He often took a group of confidants down the mountain to the "Abandoned Ships" hotel to drink. Not only did he get credit every time, but he often drank all night long, and when he was drunk, he would brag without restraint.

Of course--

It was impossible for him to tell this guy the truth, so he used a general and vague statement.

"It was a noble man who was in Golden Gallen Port and was waiting for His Majesty's good news to tell me. Not only did he tell me to find Captain Gurgit, he also told me firmly that the safety of this entire area is yours. In charge.”

The officer named Gurgit narrowed his eyes even smaller, with an uncertain expression as if he was weighing something.

They have been here less than two weeks, and someone actually knows the defense situation here and even who the officers stationed here are.

I'm afraid the identity of this "noble person" is not simple...

Unable to make up his mind, Gurgit stared at the young man in front of him and continued.

"You said you brought something that interests me? Where's the stuff?"

Asin glanced at Kuerna who was following him. The latter swallowed quietly and stepped forward bravely.

Although he had carefully concealed it, his trembling hands still revealed the timidity in his heart.

Looking at the two trembling hands, Gurgit laughed at the native dog and waved his index finger at the subordinate beside him.

"I guess it's a bag of black beans." The latter smiled and stepped forward to snatch the sack from the clumsy guy, and then untied the hemp rope on the bag in three clicks.

However, at this moment, when he saw clearly what was in the sack, he froze.

A whole sack of xilan coins...

He swallowed unconsciously.

After being a centurion for so many years, he has never seen so much money!

"...Sir." He quickly turned back to look at the commander, his eyes full of surprise and greed, and he almost said "Let's do it" written on his face.

Of course, Gergit, who was sitting on the sofa, also saw the sack full of banknotes. Although his reaction was not as exaggerated as that of his subordinates, he could not help but freeze the smile on his face.

Putting down his legs that were on his knees, he reached out and pushed away the girl who was sitting on his lap and biting her ears, smelling of alcohol. He sat up straight and stared seriously at the young man named Asin, and pointed at the stuffed cup with his chin. Qian Qian sack asked.

"This is it?"

"That noble man asked me to give you a gift," Asin nodded slightly, like a real servant of a wealthy family, and said politely, "I wonder if you are interested in this gift? "

Kunal quietly glanced at Asin next to him and gave him a surprised look.

Before setting off, they clearly discussed that this was a "deposit" for smuggled goods, so why did it suddenly turn into a gift? !

Gurgit also stared at the young man named Asin, with surprise, greed, and a hint of unnoticeable fear in his eyes.

He is different from his simple-minded subordinate. In addition to money, he has other issues to consider.

The money for this sack of money was at least four to five hundred thousand. Obviously, it was impossible for a poor rat tribe member to come up with such a huge amount of money.

Thoughts were running through his mind very fast. He had gone through the names of all the prominent people in Jinqilun Port, but he still couldn't come up with any clues.

The atmosphere in the hotel lobby was so dark for a moment that it seemed like it could drip with water. The two soldiers standing at the door had already put their hands near the gun unconsciously under the hint of the centurion's eyes.

Kunal swallowed nervously, trying hard to think about his ship and the girls waiting for their tickets, trying not to let the timid expression appear on his face.

After staring at Asin for a long time, Captain Gurgit said slowly.

"I ask you again, where does the money come from?"

The voice had a sharp edge, as sharp as the sight, like a dagger at the prey's throat.

Taking a gentle breath of the turbid air, Asin tried to stay calm and continued.

"It's not convenient for him to reveal his name. It's both necessary for you and me to keep it a secret... You don't want to be regarded as a hindrance and trouble after the ceasefire agreement comes into effect."

"What the hell are you talking about?" The centurion who was sitting on the sofa suddenly stood up angrily, with the gun on his waist drawn out and pointed at Asin's head.

For a moment, Asin felt that his hands and feet were cold.

In a trance, the man holding the gun to his head seemed to have turned into Vikram - the wolf boy whose head he shot.

The eyes of these people looking at him were probably the same as when he looked at Vikram, like looking at a dead person.

Even if they are beaten by the Alliance on the battlefield, even if their ability is not much better than that of a pig, they still have power and are unattainable in front of them. They can crush them to death with just a few fingers. he.

But——

He cannot die.

His family has just lived a better life, and it will be better in the future. He also wants to send his younger brothers and sisters to study in Shuguang City, find them a sister-in-law who has studied, and give him his first child. My friend Kunal buys a boat and feeds the people who are counting on him...

He must not fall before dawn!

The prostitutes sitting on the sofa were stunned, and Kunal was also stunned by the sudden pull out of the gun.

Asin swallowed lightly, tried hard to hide his fearful expression behind his numb face, raised his hands slightly and took half a step back.

"Calm down...friends, killing me won't change anything except staining your clothes."

The man had already turned on the safety and moved the hammer with his thumb, but just a second before he was about to pull the trigger, Gurgit spoke.

"What does that noble man want to do for me?" He gestured to the soldier at the door with his eyes to take several prostitutes out of the house. He looked at Asin with interest and asked.

Seeing that he removed the muzzle of the gun from his head and closed the door to the side, Asin knew that this guy was really interested in what he was saying this time, so he calmed down and continued.

"It's an easy thing for you. All you need to do is turn a blind eye at the border and allow the empire's goods to pass through customs and enter Jinqilun Port. That person can assure you that every shipment of goods entering the port will You will get 40% of the profit.”

Gurgit sneered.

"Your Majesty has issued a strict decree prohibiting any person or goods from entering the Jinlun Port. That 'noble man' is really brave."

"The entire border is hundreds of kilometers long, and His Majesty cannot keep his eyes on every place," Asin continued calmly, "If he really had that ability, your supply situation would not be like this. ...I'm sorry I can't find a more polite adjective to describe it, but you must know what I want to say."

Gurgit's expression was slightly moved.

That guy not only mastered the Tiger Army's strategic planning and even personnel arrangements, but he even understood their supply situation? !

What a shame!

He had even vaguely guessed the noble person behind this guy.

The empire's military system has such a far-reaching influence that it cannot be anyone other than Prince Dilip, not even Governor Nihak!

But Prince Dilip should be imprisoned by the Alliance at the moment. Could it be that the Alliance was also involved in this matter? !

There were turbulent waves rolling in his heart, and Asin's mind was also spinning rapidly, adding the last sentence to his previous improvisational remarks.

"General Gurgit, it is unrealistic for Your Majesty to expect to use an embargo to crush the Alliance. The injured are the subjects of the Empire after all. Likewise, it is not cost-effective for the Alliance to rely on a seaport to feed the entire city's livestock. They We have to constantly take money from our own pockets to buy corn to support those people, and those people have to eat enough to have the strength to work. "

"What does this have to do with me?" Gurgit asked, narrowing his eyes.

"It has a lot to do with it," Asin said seriously. "They don't want the survivors of Jinqilun Port to starve under their rule. If the goods exported from Jiaotou Bay affect the livelihood of local survivors, I think even if the empire If we break up with the alliance again, they won’t do anything here.”

He cannot guarantee this, nor can he give any guarantee.

However, Captain Gurgit, who had already justified the identity of that "noble person" in his mind, could not stop his wild thoughts.

That makes sense...

If I were the commander of the alliance, I would be firing wherever I could, so there was no need to hit areas where there were interests.

Just thinking about this made him excited. After pretending to ponder for a moment, he spoke.

"I don't have time to calculate your profits. I want to take 20% of the transaction amount."

This is not a deal that he can make by himself. He also needs to manage some people up and down, including the level of a team of 10,000 people.

"no problem!"

Asin agreed immediately.

Although he soon regretted that he agreed too quickly, it seemed that this was his first time and he didn't notice anything strange.

The matter was happily decided.

In the name of logistics procurement, the thousand-man team under Gurgit used to cover the goods at the entry and exit gates, and placed the merchants and goods in the fishing village of Jiaotou Bay. Completed in the hotel "Ship no Sato".

As their first business, Gurgit said that he could provide him with a batch of chickpeas and black beans with a total weight of 100 tons, and the price would be 5 million Xilan coins.

This batch of goods is equivalent to 4.2 Xilan coins per catty, which is even cheaper than the market price before the Alliance landed at Jinlun Port!

At present, the price of a pound of beans has exceeded ten. Transporting these beans back to Jinlian Port and selling them for a few pounds will double the profit!

Although Gurgit generously waived the commission on the first sale, Asin knew very well that this greedy guy must have included the commission in the total price.

As for where and how he got so many beans, he didn't ask too much. After all, it was none of his business.

He just proposed that he planned to buy a batch of two-headed cows next time and asked Gurgit to help keep an eye on the linen and dye merchants, and the latter readily agreed.

The two parties agreed on the time for payment of payment.

In order to show his sincerity in cooperation, Gurgit even waved his hand generously and gave the hotel on the abandoned ship directly to Asin.

Anyway, it was just a matter of words to him.

As for the current owner of this hotel, he was tied up with stones and thrown into the sea by his men a week ago because he was asking for money for drinks and because his nose was not big enough.

To be able to come to this remote place to open a shabby hotel and still be so ignorant, even if he is really from Weiland, he is probably one of the rat people in Weiland.

What's more, doesn't he have the final say?

The employees here don't even know that something happened to their boss, and they are still looking forward to the old man who calls himself a Wilante man to come back and settle their wages.

"...Seeing my friends again, this is the happiest meal I've ever had, and I hope it will be the same in the future."

Standing at the door of the hotel, Gergit had a happy smile on his face, and stretched out his arm to hook Asin's shoulder with a drunken expression.

Since he was sent to this hellish place, this was the first time that he happily patted his butt and left without drinking until dawn.

Asin nodded respectfully and looked at the officer with a smile.

"Welcome again. I guarantee that when you come back in two days, you will be able to drink wine that truly matches your distinguished status. Recently, a lot of things have arrived at Jinlun Port that can only be purchased with silver coins, including Those shelter residents are drunk.”

"Haha! Then I'll have to look forward to it!"

Gurgit was overjoyed when he heard this. He smiled and patted the young man's shoulder, expressing his attitude in front of his subordinates.

Just looking at this intimate look, it is impossible to imagine that this guy's subordinates just put a gun to this kid's forehead.

Watching the group of soldiers leave in the south direction, Asin didn't pat his shoulder lightly until they were far away.

It's like dusting it off.

A group of young men standing in front of the hotel looked at the boss with reverence, as if they were looking up to a god.

However, they didn't know that their boss was almost using up all his strength just by standing here without lying down.

"It's faster than I thought. I originally planned to make the first pot of gold and buy this place, but it turned out that it was realized before..."

After clearing his throat, Asin regained his accent and spoke in a different tone.

He first glanced at the hotel behind him pretending to be relaxed, and then glanced at the Kunal next to him who had the word "worship" engraved on his face.

"There will be a lot of customers here in the future, so we have to renovate it... at least bring it up to a higher level."

"Yes, boss! I will find someone to do this immediately." Kunal straightened his back, looking like a loyal soldier, without any doubt about the "general"'s order.

Asin nodded, and then looked at the low shack next to him and the pair of pupils filled with fear hidden in the dark corner.

The pair of eyes that had dared to look at him unscrupulously before, now no longer dared to even meet his gaze.

But he didn't feel any ridicule or ridicule in his heart.

The one thing he learned the most from the disastrous defeat of the Empire's Jinganlun Port was unity. He was always thinking about how to unite these poor ghosts like him.

Money and dignity.

If I just have extra money, I can give it to them.

"Kunal, my friend, you are right... we do need a ship to do things, and there is a group of 'sailors' here who are not very experienced but can barely use it."

He paused and said softly, thoughtfully.

"We are trying to find some work for them to do."