This Game Is Too Realistic

Governor's Office, Kinggallon Harbor.

One person, Da Ma Jin Dao, was sitting on a chair, and the other person was pacing back and forth in the office with an anxious expression.

There are two cups of tea on the low table, one is still hot and the other is cold.

Lacy looked at Jodu who held his chin in deep thought and didn't reply for a long time, and couldn't help but cursed.

"...Can you fucking stop going around? If you don't feel dizzy, I feel dizzy just looking at it."

Jodu glanced at this guy, then looked out the window, sighed heavily and shook his head.

Seeing that this guy wanted to say something but didn't, Lacy's brows twitched fiercely.

"If you have something to say, just say it."

Jodu finally spoke.

"General, does he know why Mr. Fang Chang transferred you from the front line to the rear?"

Lacy picked up the tea cup and blew on it, and responded with a neither salty nor bland sound.

"Know."

Jodu's eyebrows beat hard, and he continued to ask while holding back his temper.

"Then why are you so impatient?"

"Impatient? Oh, the empire killed my compatriots and slaughtered my relatives. You ask me why I am so impatient?" Lacy raised his eyebrows, but his eyes narrowed into slits, and two eyes were shot at him, "I am here every day. Just spend one day and countless lives will be lost!”

"I will never forget what happened in Camp Lowell. It was just a speck of ashes! A piece of grass on these 40,000 square kilometers of land! I tell you, I wish I could go to heaven and chop up that emperor right now. I, my whole family, demolished a thousand pillars in the city of a thousand pillars!”

Jodu wanted to say something else, but Lacy interrupted him.

"You are a member of the Snake Clan. You died on Shifeng Mountain and in the Wasteland of Wei Mansion without your compatriots. You have read the survivor's daily report. That kind of death can't even be called cannon fodder, but that idiot Wu Tuo is not only not a cannon fodder, but also cannon fodder." After reflection, I was overjoyed, and I plan to continue sending people to that hellish place to die. Before you advise me, you might as well think about your own compatriots——"

"Enough!"

Jodu suddenly roared, interrupting Lacy's chatter.

His chest rose and fell, and there was a rare trace of control on his face that was written with sophistication, smoothness, and forbearance.

A pair of eyes stared at Laxi. He wanted to go up and grab the guy's collar, but he held back.

"I'm really worried about you! You're such a short-lived ghost. You don't know what's going on in the north. It's true that those idiots are your compatriots, but they're not even as good as the feudal lord's army. You What’s the difference between going there and dying?”

There was a hint of surprise on Lacy's face, but he didn't feel offended at all. He just didn't expect that this usually quiet guy could be so straightforward, so he burst into laughter.

"What a joke! A turtle with a shrunken head can live a long life, so why am I a turtle? You laugh at my short life, and I laugh at you for living a long life. Hey, I'm going to treat this short-lived ghost today!"

Jodu didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Seeing that he was about to leave after drinking the tea, he went up to him and poured half a cup of tea for him, stopping him.

"My general, my ancestor, please consider the actual situation——"

Lacy pouted: "What's going on in the north that I don't know better than you? Don't forget that the battle report is sent to my office first! I'm thinking about it with my first-hand battle report. Isn't it better than you who are looking at the second-hand battle report? Are you a bunch of pig heads? Damn it, the more I watch, the angrier I get, so angry that I drink bottle after bottle!”

As he spoke, he seemed to remember those battle reports again, and suddenly started gritting his teeth.

Jodu sighed.

"But what will happen if you leave, General?"

Lacy said without hesitation.

"The Resistance Army is incompetent, but I am not incompetent! I, the Yue Clan, are even less incompetent!"

Jodu couldn't help but said again.

"What if we lose?"

Lacy said calmly.

"It's time to die."

The room fell silent.

Jodu looked at him blankly, thinking that the short-lived ghost just now was a joke, but he didn't expect that he was serious.

This guy really put his life on the line...

His Adam's apple moved, and he silently picked up his tea cup and saluted the general.

"I didn't expect you to be so enlightened. I respect you."

"Don't worry, mother, just send me off for a while. I'm not dead yet." Laxi clinked glasses with him and said with a grin, "But even if I die, it's better for me to take them to death." Such a half-dead coward did not bring down the emperor in the end, but chilled the hearts of all the young people in Borneo. I am really unhappy!"

While the two were talking, footsteps were heard outside the office door, and a young man opened the door and walked in.

"Mr. Yodu, telegram from Dawn City."

"What did you say in the telegram?" Before Jodu could speak, Lacy had already stood up and asked.

Na Qingru glanced at Jodu carefully and saw the latter nodded before continuing.

"Mr. Fang Chang said...it's accurate."

Lacy showed an expression of ecstasy on her face, laughed a few times, and raised her hand towards Jodu.

"Farewell!"

After saying that, he walked out of the door like the wind, without stopping for a moment, leaving only Yodu and Naqing.

After glancing at the direction Lacy was leaving, Naqing glanced at Jodu again and asked hesitantly after a moment.

"Mr. Jodu...is this really good?"

He is from the Ma tribe. Although he was not a noble before he became a civil servant in the Government Office, he was also a person who helped the nobles, so his family was quite wealthy.

For a person like Lacy, his mood could be said to be one of admiration, fear, and a hint of disgust.

I admire him because the old nobles and gentlemen are afraid of this guy. They are also afraid because this guy is indeed not a good guy. He is moody and cruel.

As for the dislike, there is probably a bit of jealousy as well.

It is the Government Office that leads local people to build railways, subways, and urban renewal. However, the majority of middle- and lower-class civilians appreciate Lassi who is ruthless and even kills his own people.

Compared with Yue Duyan, Lacy's prestige among the people in Golden Gallen Port is much higher.

If it's not that he himself has no interest in becoming a director, respect Mr. Jodu, it would be difficult to compete with that guy...if he doesn't resort to tricks.

"Perhaps Mr. Fang Chang has his own judgment." Yodu was silent for a long time and sighed softly.

After being the "acting director" for so long, he felt that it was not easy for Mr. Fang Chang.

Most of the time, what he wants to do is not to choose the best one from two reliable options, but to choose the lesser of two evils from two unreliable options.

Should you extinguish the flame that finally ignited, or let the fire burn and see what can be burned...

He felt that if he were in Mr. Fang Chang's position, he might make the same choice.

Actually, that guy isn't that bad. It is better for a guy who drives horses and horses to become an emperor and a warlord than the guy from the Northern Federation who shouts freedom but becomes the emperor and calls himself the president.

The former has been reformed for the time being. At least the young people in Borneo do not think equality is a harm. It doesn't matter what Lashi thinks. But the latter is difficult, right and wrong will be reversed, and only a vigorous war or a fire that burns to the extreme can start all over again.

As a reformist, he actually doesn't hate Lacy. If you want to rank them in order, this kind of person is always more likable than the royalists, although he can't appreciate them.

"Let's take it one step at a time." Jodu shook his head, returned to his desk, and continued to review the textbook compilation plan sent by the Educators Association...

On the other side, Lashi left the Government Hall and stopped at the door of the Government Hall.

He suddenly turned back and looked at the golden gallon flag and Union flag flying in the square in front of the Government Hall, then took off the officer's hat on his head and placed it on the flag stand with the flagpole standing there.

"You said you're not allowed to kneel, so I won't kneel today."

"On the other hand, all the survivors in Borneo Province bowed and clenched their fists in lieu of kneeling. If anyone dares to kneel again, it doesn't matter who kneels on me or who else, I will saw off his grandma's legs first!"

After saying that, he bowed three times, straightened his back, turned around and left.

On the same day, the Golden Gallen Port Government Office accepted the resignation of the Director of the Civil Defense Office, Rasidi Gyeong.

Among them were 100 officers and soldiers of the militia who resigned.

It is said that Lacy returned to the military camp that day and gave a speech, and the number of people submitting resignation letters more than doubled.

䀴For these resignations, the Golden Gallen Port authorities also approved them one by one under the instruction of the Secretary to the Governor.

Those young men returned the military caps, uniforms and epaulettes issued to them by the authorities, as well as the guns slung on their shoulders.

From today on, they are no longer the formidable militiamen, but just ordinary residents of Golden Gallen Harbor.

But when they walked out of the military camp, they were cheered by the survivors of the entire Golden Gallen Harbor city.

People gathered in the streets, throwing flowers to them, handing them water bottles, and hugging them, as if they were seeing off a group of heroes on an expedition.

When everyone was complaining about the empire's shamelessness, this group of young boys stood up.

Their births are not glorious, their resumes are not heroic, and their ancestors have no illustrious military exploits, but everyone can see their courage and determination that they regard death as if they are home.

The young men walking among the crowd also raised their heads and held their chests high, looking at the crowd who presented them with flowers, their eyes filled with pride.

This is the only time in your life that you will die without regrets!

Many of them remember it.

Something similar happened once, on the day the Empire was defeated.

It's just that those flowers were sent to the Alliance people at that time, not the blood that was shed on them.

They were not jealous that the Alliance had robbed them of their glory. After all, they knew that they could not defeat the Empire on their own, and their performance was indeed not as good as those guys. One person chased tens of thousands of rats into the river with their heads in their arms. Jump inside.

However, even if the residents of Golden Gallon Harbor take their admiration for the Alliance as a matter of course, there is still some envy in their hearts.

Why don't they long for recognition from their compatriots?

Why not look forward to those people who have united!

Especially after they learned about everything that happened in Shuguang City, Lida City, Boulder City, etc. through those books and newspapers that traveled across the ocean, the light of longing amplified to the point that it turned into a kind of belief.

Miracles are not born, nor are they inevitable.

The awakening of the residents of Golden Gallen Harbor began with the "Daily Survivor", and the seeds of their awakening were planted from the moment they fought side by side with those people.

Someone has to take the first step!

Now it's their turn to walk the same path that those people have walked before!

While the young men were walking forward with their heads held high, Palu, who was transferred from the Port District Police Station to the scene to maintain order, was looking for the leather shoes that had been stepped on.

It cost him half a month's salary to buy it, which cost him more than nine gallons.

Finally finding it in a corner of the crowd, he jumped forward overjoyed, held it in his arms and let out a long breath.

"Thank you, Goddess of Horses, for your blessing!"

Muttering silently, he hurriedly put on his shoes and walked back to the crowd with his head held high.

He turned his hands to the left and looked for instructions, and scolded a few children who were joining in the fun. When it got dark and the crowd dispersed, he exerted great effort. He wiped his sweat and walked to the lounge of the nearby security bureau to rest. A foot.

All the young men in the security bureau were talking about the empire with righteous indignation, cursing Wutuo for not treating the rat tribe as human beings and ordinary people in the empire as human beings.

"Of course it's good to participate in the sticky body! But can't we change it in another way? Mr. Manager doesn't force everyone to tie their heads to their belts to support the cause of all mankind. Can't we change it in another way?"

"That's right! You can use the Nianyang Ti pension to buy some industrial equipment, and then take some Nianyang Ti orders, but this bastard has to pay for it with human life!"

“I don’t know where the money was spent!”

"Hey, I hope those boys can win..."

"Many stalls in the Kraba Market have donation points. The owners of dye houses and textile factories are calling for donations. I also went to donate some yesterday."

"Is it reliable?"

"Why is it so unreliable? The boss of the Assassin Group himself donated 100,000 silver coins! Are they doing big business thinking about your little money?"

"Hiss...this money is enough to buy a tank!"

Scolding the Empire has become a fashion in Golden Gallen Port, and everyone is scolding it. Even Parlu, who originally missed Nihak and now doesn't like that outdated thing, occasionally joins in the scolding.

But when it comes to the boys who caused the traffic jam and caused him a lot of trouble, he couldn't be happy.

Couldn't they just leave quietly at night without making any sound?

Especially those unlucky ones, who almost lost one of his leather shoes.

But sitting here, he didn't dare to disagree in public, so he just hummed in a low voice.

"Haha, let alone that kind of thing, even if you give them power armor, you won't be able to give them power armor... If you follow that drunkard Lacy, you're afraid that all your blood will be wasted."

Basak, who happened to be sitting on the edge of the crowd, heard the complaint and looked at his colleagues in surprise, incredulous, "How could you say that to them?"

He is indifferent to things outside of work, but at least he doesn't dislike those guys who dare to take the lead.

If they really succeeded, it would be beneficial. At least there would be fewer innocent souls drowned in the Eternal River.

Seeing someone talking to him, Palu said with a contemptuous smile.

"Do I need to say this? How can that Lacy succeed? He is a slave-born guy who is nothing without the alliance. He still thinks that those people are afraid of him?"

It seemed that he felt that just saying this was unconvincing, so he quickly added another sentence, for fear of missing something.

"And the most important thing is that he has no thoughts."

Basak couldn't laugh or cry.

"Then, what is that thing...are we talking about the same thing?"

He thought the old man would say that those young men didn't bring guns when they went out.

Seeing that this boy was really young, Palu chuckled and raised the corners of his mouth as if he were a treasure.

"Gods are just imaginary shackles, thoughts are the sharp sword that cuts off shackles! It is better to rely on yourself than to rely on the sky and the earth. To get rich, you must rely on your hands and brains. Respecting others means respecting yourself... I'm afraid you have never watched Survivor Daily newspaper, how can you be a guard if you don’t even know something as important as your thoughts? The young man’s style is very problematic!”

Basak looked at him blankly. He really couldn't remember so much written in the newspaper. He only remembered that the guy from the Alliance told him that the rat tribe people could also be guards. If they were illiterate, they could learn slowly.

Facing the old man's reprimand, he felt his face burning, and for a moment he reflected on whether he really respected equality in his daily work and in his dealings with others.

"Then...do you have that thing?"

Basak asked this out of guilt and wanted to ask for advice.

But he didn't want to be heard by Palu. The old man who was so proud a second ago jumped up as if his tail had been stepped on.

"How dare you say that I don't have it, guy with sly eyebrows and rat eyes! Of course I do! When the alliance first came ashore, I knew that those guys who united everyone would definitely win!"

"Besides, if I hadn't turned a blind eye and let them go ashore, they wouldn't have won so easily. Or do you wonder why I work as a guard in the port area, and you are only qualified to work as an oddball on Knights Road? Mao Chang㱕You are short-sighted, how can you, a hairless guy, be so knowledgeable!”

Basak stared blankly at the excited old man and took a step back, with some pity but also some fear in his eyes.

He was afraid not that this old guy had really spoken out and ruined the lives of those young men. After all, gods did not exist, but that he suddenly thought that there were all such guys on the other side of the river.

They were very much like Mr. Mouse writing a preface to General Lowell's biography, and this time they thought about the things the Alliance brought, just like how they thought about the thousand dinars given by the Wilantes. good……

It is not difficult to kill the emperor.

But these people are immortal...

…

Dusk gradually falls, and the night gradually deepens. There is silence and tranquility on the Yongliu River, and the reeds are green and green.

This is an undeveloped wasteland to the northwest of Jinqilun Port.

This place was originally called Lucao Slope, but now it is called the Dead Man Slope by the locals, because the ghosts buried under the reeds are all drowned ghosts.

The residents who left the settlement saw him off all the way to here and stopped going any further.

Lashi and his followers would board the boat at the river crossing, cover themselves as members of the Assassin gang, and pass through territory controlled by the Tigers.

When someone gets on the boat, someone gets off.

Looking at the poor people who were so grateful to the boatman for his reconstruction, and the corpses hidden in the reeds, Lacy stood on the bow of the barge with a look of disdain in his eyes.

He turned his back to his subordinates and said in a voice that was neither light nor serious.

"...Have you seen those fleeing people on the Yongliu River?"

"They are like dogs in the water, begging for nothing and crawling to the shore, as if they can live a human life by climbing on the shore... What a coward, they insist on being dogs instead of being good people. "

Everyone was silent.

Although they support Lassi and are not even opposed to him sitting on the throne, it does not mean that they agree with everything he has.

Except for those officers who were his confidants who submitted his resignation with him at the beginning, many people followed him with enthusiasm.

Many of them sympathize with these illegal immigrants and come forward for the reason of helping them at their root cause.

Seeing no one responded, Lacy snorted coldly, but changed the subject.

"It's shameful to be a dog, but who turned them into dogs?"

"Is it their father?"

"Are you from here?"

"Is it you?"

"Or Alliance? Legion? Ideal City?"

"None of them! It's that witch, his prime minister, his ministers, and thousands of slave-holding manors and farmers sitting in the manor! It's these people who eat people without spitting out their bones. This thing turns people into dogs, and twists the relationship between people into dogs and dogs!”

"Today you follow me upstream, not only to save the people of the Yue tribe, but also to save the thousands of slaves! If I am crowned emperor in the future, whether you believe in me or not, I will never let a single person Lanren will be a pig and a dog again!”

…

A week has passed since Lacy resigned, and the news of those young men's commotion has also been boiling in Jinqilun Port for a week.

The entire settlement praised Lacy and the young men, even the old nobles who were most afraid of the plague god in the past.

port area.

There is a breakfast shop not far from the entrance of the Triumph Hotel, and its facade decoration is exactly the same as that of Shuguang City. Occasionally, people wearing blue jackets come here to eat, so this breakfast shop is also very popular among locals.

Two well-dressed men sat at the table, ordering three soup dumplings and eating them with ginger vinegar, while looking at the newly released "Survivor Daily" and pointing.

I just finished writing the story of "Red Earth", and finally got to the point, but I didn't talk about General Lowell, nor did I talk about the red soil. Instead, I used the diary written by a madman as an introduction, and talked about "Eating Earth" in detail in the prologue. got up.

That person looked like he was covered in cold sweat.

The dirt tastes like delicious meat when chewed in the mouth, and the bloody mud cakes look like the heart and soul of a human being.

The protagonist is a madman, and the madman's diary is naturally full of gibberish, but the words written by Mr. Rat seem to be true. People can't help but doubt whether his mental state is normal, but when he thinks about it more, he doubts himself again, even with his mouth. The rice dumplings are no longer fragrant.

After a shiver, the two quickly changed the subject and chatted hurriedly about the "Union" that had been buzzing around the city recently.

That was the name given to Lacy and the young men who followed him out of the city to fight to overthrow the empire by the young people of Jinqilun Port. It was also the name they placed on those people.

At first, it was just a name. Later, some radical young men registered the organization and registered a custodial account at the Kimmelon Bank in accordance with regulations, and actively raised funds for those people. Now it has the feel of a group and faction.

Although Lacy, who is still on the road, may not recognize this "post-challenged" status, but presumably he will not refuse the equipment and money delivered to him.

"I'm afraid that Lacy has bad intentions. I can tell at a glance that he wants to be the emperor."

"Oh, only you can see it?"

"Don't you think this is nonsense?"

"I looked through old books sent by the Alliance, and I found that the history of the People's Federation actually also contains the concept of constitutional monarchy."

The Niu tribesman sitting across from him stared wide-eyed.

"What a shameful thing? The People's Federation has been buried in the garbage dump of history! You still dig food from the garbage dump!"

While eating the soup dumplings, the horse tribesman gave him a helpless expression.

"But no matter how bad it is, can it be worse than Wutuo?"

The Niu people stopped talking.

That's true...

Who can be more embarrassing than Xi Lan.

Even he has half royal blood, and he also has a title given by the empire.

He usually doesn't even like to talk about those things to others, for fear of being looked down upon.

In the corner of the breakfast shop, a rather mature young man sat there quietly reading the newspaper.

Several ordinary-looking but powerful guys were sitting around him casually eating noodles. Whenever anyone tried to come closer, they would dissuade them with their eyes.

Except for the guy who comes over to make tea.

Seeing the guest holding the newspaper in his hand, Zaid said in a very soft voice.

"The news on your page says that it is Youtiao Port. They are planning to renovate the port. They need more steel, cement, and workers."

Asin raised his eyebrows slightly and smiled at the interesting waiter.

"Can you tell I can't read?"

Zaid nodded slightly and spoke in a gentle tone.

"You are very enthusiastic about knowledge, but it is better to eat beef noodles while they are hot. The soup will soak into the noodles and become lumpy."

Asin smiled lightly.

"You're an interesting guy. If you can study and read newspapers, why don't you go teach and come here to serve tea and water?"

This man looked familiar, as if he had seen him in the Triumph Hotel, but he was probably fired for some reason.

He could think of it, and he probably interrupted the guests while they were eating.

This is not a good practice.

That's why I met myself, a grassroots person who came from the bottom and didn't have the same experience as him. Now that this is Alliance territory, he has to act like a good gentleman.

If it were a guy with little capacity, I would definitely have to argue with him.

Of course, it doesn't rule out that this brother got together because he knew he wouldn't have the same experience as him.

Hearing the frivolity in the voice, Zaid smiled lightly and carelessly.

"Teaching can't change the empire. If I teach one person or ten people, it won't change anything."

As if he heard something funny, Asin laughed out loud and put down the newspaper in his hand.

"You are an interesting guy. I complimented you a lot, but you stuck a green onion up your nose. Then tell me, as a waiter... how can you change the empire?"

Not only Asin laughed out loud, but everyone sitting nearby also laughed.

Except Kunal.

He didn't find it funny, but simply curled his lips in disdain.

These days, everyone is talking about rebellion. Even the breakfast bar clerk is daydreaming about the blue sky.

The noodle shop owner was winking wildly in this direction, almost crying, trying to push Zaid away from the plague god.

This brother is the leader of the Assassin Gang!

Who in this port knows what kind of business he does?

If it makes him unhappy, he may have to be fished out from the Yongliu River.

However, Zaid seemed not to see it.

He was no longer doing this job, just as he had never been at the Triumph Hotel.

He came here to work just to wait for a chance encounter with a noble man, and now he has finally waited.

As for whether he can succeed, it depends on God's will. Anyway, this is not the first time he has failed.

With a faint smile, Zaid continued to talk.

"Being a waiter can't change the empire, but it can help me save money for travel expenses."

When he heard that he was a "peach girl" who saved up money to buy a boat ticket, Asin looked down upon him even more, but he didn't show it on his face and just picked up his chopsticks to eat the noodles.

"...French Fries Port, hey, it's a good place, but it only welcomes guys who work hard. I advise you to change your shortcomings of being too ambitious and slow in your work. It's not like Kim Kwan Lun Port at all." I’m afraid I can’t even be a good noodle shop waiter.”

He was somewhat annoyed.

However, what he didn't expect was that the waiter said this.

"What kind of French fries port are we going to? I'm going to Dawn City."

"What are you doing there?" Asin stopped using his chopsticks and glanced at him one more time, but he didn't want the guy to say something shocking.

"Lasi can't do it, and Jodu can't do it either. No one in the entire Jinqilun Port can save Borneo Province. What happened in Boulder City is not likely to happen again here... They all lack one thing. , and that thing is in Dawn City."

Staring at the stunned Assin with bright eyes, Zaid put his hands on the table.

"I don't want to watch the young man from Borneo bleed in vain, I have to go there and bring it back!"