This Game Is Too Realistic

"It's technology."

On Embassy Street in Shuguang City, brightly dressed young men and girls are walking back and forth on the street.

Occasionally, I can see one or two "glowing" clothes. I think they are the "holographic clothes" of Ideal City. Even the color of the hair can be changed freely.

"Technology is really good..."

Looking out the window at the Ideal City Hotel, Duke Qalava suddenly sighed, and then sighed sadly again.

"If the empire's technology were stronger and the People's Federation left more legacy to my empire... the people under my leadership wouldn't have to eat dirt. What a sin."

Yesterday, Dawn City's "Daily Survivor" reprinted "Red Earth", and he had seen it himself, although he had only read the preface to the reprint - "The Biography of L".

Although most of the people in that chapter deliberately smeared him, he had to admit that there were indeed some lazy guys in Baixiang City who couldn't even afford the beans.

But where are there no slackers?

Moreover, this "Daily Survivor" is obviously the newspaper of the alliance, but it wants to report on slackers thousands of kilometers away, but it turns a blind eye to the drunken slackers in Boulder City who have lost their wives and children.

Looking at it this way, Shuguangyuan Newspaper, which dares to tell the truth, looks more like it is speaking for the tens of thousands of survivors in the alliance.

However, all the talk is actually a trivial matter. The Duke of Kalawa didn't care about the slander of the "Daily Survivor". He just felt emotional when he saw the red soil.

It would be great if there was technology to produce nutritional creams.

I heard that this thing can make inedible food edible, and it sounds nutritious.

The more the Duke of Kalawa thought about it, the more he felt that General Rowell was indeed not a good person and had lowered the cost of survival of the survivors of Borneo Province too low.

Farming requires taxes, but eating soil does not. The entire process from production to circulation can be completed without the participation of the nobles and the officials appointed by the nobles. Moreover, even if he wanted to, he could not interfere. This would be detrimental to those who farm. It's unfair.

"...If that year of ice and snow, that guy Lowell had not brought out the red soil, but had developed some real technology, such as the production of nutritional cream, our empire would not have been so weak."

When he first heard Duke Qilava sighing, Niyang's heart was still a little pounding, but he was relieved when he heard this.

The guy did read what he wrote, but luckily not much.

There are a thousand Bohrs in the minds of a thousand readers, and Bohr himself sees things differently.

And his Duke is still performing as steadily as ever. This time, he regards technology as the red soil of the earth. I am afraid that he is still thinking about making miracles with great force. If he buries something in the soil and digs, he will dig out technology. .

It's easy to fool this guy, just do what he wants, bury some of the legacy of the Prosperity Era in the soil, and wave the shovel in a gourd-like manner to make him happy.

Niyang had even thought about how to use the "charitable money" in his mind, but he didn't expect that the next words of Duke Kalawa would make him disappointed. This guy was smart for once and didn't leave professional matters to outsiders.

"I have made an appointment with Mr. Liszt. You can go and entertain him later. Don't neglect this distinguished guest."

When Niyang heard the name Liszt, he always thought it sounded familiar. After thinking for a long time, he suddenly remembered that he had seen it in an advertisement.

That guy can be considered a legend. He started out as a repurchasing merchant, took advantage of the turbulent east wind to rise to the top, and became a man of the hour in Boulder City. He escaped before the collapse of Boulder City.

There is a saying that he is as rich as anyone in the country and is the richest man in Dawn City.

However, Niyang always felt that it was a bit far-fetched to say that Liszt was the richest man. The one who attended the hearing was obviously more respected by the alliance.

Of course, this is not a big deal.

"Mr. Lister is... the entrepreneur who produces exoskeletons and batteries?"

"That's right," Duke Kalawa said calmly, imitating someone's style and sipping some milk into his black tea. "I carefully studied the evolution of Boulder City, and the businessman named Liszt made a lot of money from it, including a The steel manufacturers named Sun are basically the richest people in the alliance. It is much easier and more effective to bribe them than to bribe the residents of the shelter. "

Niyang was greatly shocked when he thought that this idiot had actually investigated Boulder City, and he asked cautiously.

"Do you want him to go to Bobarotan Province to set up a factory?"

"Yes, I should have done this a long time ago. As a foreign official, I have to do some practical things for the empire." Duke Qilawa smiled faintly, with an alert light shining in his eyes.

Niyang reminded cautiously.

"But we don't have nuclear fusion there, and we don't have as many experts as Camp 101... How to attract Liszt there?"

"This is actually easy to handle," Duke Qarava said with a smile. "I asked, the alliance didn't have those things at the beginning, and Liszt's factory can still be run. As for nuclear fusion, it is nothing more than an issue of electricity prices. I directly Just waive the electricity price.”

If Liszt's factory could be moved to White Elephant City and several thousand exoskeletons could be built for him, the private soldiers in his manor would be able to beat the Alliance to pieces without His Majesty's intervention.

A happy smile appeared on Duke Qilava's face, and he wished he could go to the Union Post Office immediately to send a telegram to share the joy of this moment with His Majesty.

Niyang couldn't keep up with his train of thought, but he thought it was a good thing to let this guy go through so much trouble, so he nodded.

"As commanded."

…

The rainy season is slowly passing in the sunny Jinlun Port, and the weather is as good as ever.

On the pier surrounded by seagulls, a large and long destroyer docked, and a few tall Alliance soldiers wearing exoskeletons - or players - got off.

In fact, it’s okay not to wear it.

But wearing this thing is more eye-catching, and [Zero Chong] happens to like to show off.

Walking in front of a group of teammates, [Shanhe Meng] looked around at the group of animals and said in a serious voice.

"We'll sign in at Camp Rowell later, and there will be someone who will discuss the mission with us. Remember, don't even mention it's raining, or even if there's a bomb going down, don't go into my fellow villager's house!"

When he said the last sentence, Shanhe Ruimeng glanced at Ling Chongqi.

The latter scratched his head in embarrassment, and [Liang Yueguang] and [New Version] said energetically respectively.

"receive!"

"oh!"

The powder keg in the southern seas could explode at any time.

Logically speaking, they who had been transferred back to Vietnam Province and were on standby should not have come to Jinqianlun Port at this time. However, a certain idiot led a group of officers and resigned naked. They could only respond to the instructions of the Jinqianlun Port authorities. Ask to come back and train some officers to supplement the militia.

The player's tactics are not suitable for NPCs, but the experience on the battlefield is the same.

And after countless death-defying explorations, the players of the Burning Legion have honed some tactics to the extreme.

For example, multiple artillery groups fire barrages to cover the infantry's advance. Burning Legion players can even charge forward by touching the edge of shrapnel, using the 155mm howitzer as their own bayonets.

Another example is airborne combat behind enemy lines, another example is hunting large alien species, etc.

A group of people walked through the bustling Tulip Street and walked towards Camp Rowell.

People passing by frequently paid "eyes" to these alliance soldiers, and these players wearing exoskeletons were also observing the people on the street.

The first coastline freight railway and the first subway that runs through the entire settlement have been officially opened to traffic in Jinlun Port. Although there are still many old buildings on the streets, the originally chaotic slum shacks are basically intact. All have been replaced by “alliance-style low-rent housing” with a higher floor area ratio.

The spacious road is filled with bicycles and people walking in a hurry.

The street lights that originally belonged to Tulip Street are also extending along the main roads, and maybe it won't be long before they can be spread all over the city.

Walking the streets of this settlement feels a bit like Cyber ​​Bombay, especially since the most profitable industries here are cotton weaving and dyeing workshops, which is quite similar to the real-life Bombay in the second half of the 18th century.

But the area here is much larger than Mumbai.

In my mind, Mumbai seems to have an area of ​​more than 4,000 square kilometres, while Kamallun Port covers a full 10,000 square kilometres, including the large undeveloped areas in the suburbs.

Another Mumbai is on the west coast of India, similar to the location of Saipan Port in Borneo Province, while the Port of Kamalon is on the east coast, close to the end of the Everliu River.

Of course, the most incongruous or disconnected thing is actually the strange oral habits of the locals.

Regardless of whether they are residents of the lower class or the upper class, there is a "taste of alliance" in their mouths.

This is like putting two sentences of English in Mandarin. The locals like to put two sentences of player-specific grammar and modal particles in their local dialect.

"...What the hell, why do people here like to say hello to each other's mother so much?" Ling Chong muttered, wondering if there was something wrong with the map loading program.

Liang Yueguang glanced at him with a subtle expression and coughed lightly.

"...I think you should reflect on your usual behavior."

The new version also nodded and agreed.

"+1, it is unrealistic to expect others to only learn good things and not bad things. If you eat grapes too fast, you will inevitably swallow two mouthfuls of skin."

Ling Chong was stunned for a moment.

"Damn it, can you rely on me?"

Liangyueguang shook his head.

"Tsk, tsk, look what I said?"

Shan He Ru Meng laughed and patted Ling Chong on the shoulder.

"Relax, it's not a big problem... As long as you don't enter a fellow villager's house, it's a small problem."

"Fuck me, how long are you going to play with this shit!?" Ling grinned angrily, but there was nothing he could do.

But having said that, the evolution of local customs might actually have something to do with players.

The player's human language is actually very different from the NPC's human language, and is somewhat similar to the translation language in another sense.

Except for those high-level players who have been playing Ji for a long time, or those who have had in-depth relationships with NPCs, most players' personal language is the "bulk version."

That is, I learned a few pronunciations from VM, listened to them a lot, and used them a lot, so I stopped looking at the translator. On the one hand, Renlianyu does have extremely strong compatibility, otherwise it would not be compatible with the various changes in the old era. On the other hand, this game is so realistic that people can't help but become addicted to it.

However, knowing how to use it and using it well are two different things. Even a very small number of big guys are good at daily conversational expressions. Unintelligible proper nouns and idioms can only be understood based on the context.

As for most ordinary players, it is convenient.

As long as the key words are used correctly, the NPC can understand it even if it uses Chinese grammar.

Jinlun Port is essentially a settlement that has been transformed under the leadership of players. A series of advanced local ideas, including equality, were brought by players from the harmonious society in reality.

As they enjoy the benefits brought by modern civilization, the emerging citizen class rising in Jinlun Port and the old aristocrats who follow the trend are also unconsciously moving closer to the "iron men" of the alliance in terms of customs.

Under the subtle influence, it eventually led to the result like this.

In other words, the Iron Men of the Burning Legion "contaminated" the language of the locals by using loose human couplets.

This situation is the same as Xiaoyu's "blanching".

It is obviously just a modal particle, but it is used as a communication tool by people who are good at learning.

"Well, based on rational analysis, what you said makes sense, but I don't always say 'f*ck' or 'f*ck'... And why hasn't this happened in Dawn City?"

Facing the confused look in his good brother's eyes, Liang Yueguang spoke eloquently.

"Because the NPCs there mainly worship managers, and they worship you by the way. Xiaoyu is the most typical example... and the players in Dawn City are more widespread, such as Miss Tengteng and Crow Crow. What do you think of them? When did you talk about 'what the hell'? You are as smart as me, okay?"

"You don't know how to use a hammer." Ling Chong rolled his eyes.

Liang Yueguang said with a playful smile.

"Hey, if you are better than someone, even the kids will be spared."

"What the hell!@#@%!" Ling Chong's nose was almost crooked with anger, and he began to curse.

These bitches.

He accidentally touched his head, and later clarified the misunderstanding. The rumors became more and more outrageous, making everyone who looked at him now look disgusted.

Looking at the furious Ling Chong, Shanhe Ruimeng sighed.

"There are too many irritable old men in Jinlun Port. It would be great if we invited Crow Crow over."

At this time, the originally less talkative version of Chusheng suddenly trembled and spoke.

"It's better to say goodbye... If she comes and thinks this place is smoky, go to the forum to plan an anti-pornography campaign."

Three pairs of eyes looked over at the same time.

Shanhe fell into a dream: "What is this?"

Liangyueguang: "Tell me more about the smog."

Ling Chong: "Damn it, I don't understand. Brother, please tell me!"

Facing those burning gazes, the new version of Chusheng subtly averted his eyes and coughed lightly.

"Do the task first... Chat about the paid stuff offline."

Mountains and rivers fall into dreams: "..."

Zero Chong: “@#% @!”

…

The surname of the Rat tribe has thirteen pronunciations, and there are exactly thirteen states in Borneo.

The state where Kamalon Port is located is called Lowell State. The name comes from the Lowell Camp in Kamalon Port. It is also the only state in Borneo Province that is "not related to animals".

The Nasset State, where Sisail Port is located in the far west, means lion. The Lowell State in the east means Tiger State above, Leopard State to the left, Snake State further down, and the Borneo Sea to the right.

A widely circulated theory among local intellectuals is that although the states pretend to borrow the names of animals, they are actually worshiping—or sealing—the gods behind the animals.

Although Rowell is not an animal, he is a totem buried in the hearts of every survivor in Borneo Province. He is also the only "human god" who is not among the Thousand Pillars.

Because everyone is a "pillar", in other words, he is a walking "human pillar".

Or sacrifice.

However, if we follow Ms. Han Mingyue's interpretation, there is another explanation.

That is, Borneo Province two years ago was a large ecological reserve, Lowell State was the only scientific observation site and tourist resting place at that time, Tiger State was the area where tigers mainly lived, and Leopard State was Leopards mainly live in areas where different species of snakes, elephants, lions, cows, wolves, etc. can all be deduced in the same way.

These wild animals were a source of food for the survivors for a long time. After eating those wild animals to near extinction, the locals consecrated them out of some kind of gratitude.

The superposition of the influence of image data from the "animal world" evolved the belief of thousands of races and gods.

The two explanations are actually different perspectives. One is an analysis based on the spiritual level, and the other is a purely rational deduction based on scientific arguments.

The difference between them is roughly equivalent to that of oil paintings and sketches. They all depict the same apple, but they are not exactly the same.

Currently, the entire northern part of Lowell State is under the control of the Tiger Army, while the west and southwest are under the control of the Black Panther Army.

The two armies have become de facto warlords. Although they are still receiving military pay from the imperial court, they are actually completely different from the empire.

The relationship between the two parties is maintained entirely by money.

When the day comes when the empire stops sending money, these warlords will basically tear off their last remaining dignity.

In fact, due to the empire's previous embargo strategy on Golden Gallen Port and the anti-embargo measures taken by the Yue Yue Company, the two major warlords on the border had already achieved "financial freedom" by relying on smuggling transactions.

And not only financial freedom, the productivity within its control area has also improved a lot.

This is not because those warlords know how to govern, but on the contrary, most military officers know nothing about governance and have no intention of governing at all. They are even worse than the civil servants of the empire.

But precisely for this reason, these officers simply adopted a completely laissez-faire economic model and let the merchants and local nobles of Golden Gallen Port do it themselves.

These military lords gave the green light to anyone who gave them money. They even helped those businessmen to fight against the affairs officers sent by the empire, and went to the nobles' estates with guns to buy and sell by force.

This barbaric approach is naturally undesirable, and will even severely damage the empire's serf economy and tax revenue. In the long run, it will eventually harm the warlords themselves.

However, who wanted these barbarians to catch up with the time of Fujian and accidentally reap the dividends of the development of Jingallan Port.

Productivity and development have regional diffusion effects.

The advanced productivity of Golden Gallon Port will move in the opposite direction of the immigration flow to some extent, feeding back to other areas of Lowell State, and even the Tiger and Leopard States adjacent to Lowell State.

After all, if you open a dyeing shop in Golden Gallon Port, you have to pay workers 1,600 gallons of wages.

There will always be people who think of moving the sewing machines and dye vats they bought to a place where labor costs are cheaper and beyond the reach of the alliance to open a small workshop, thus cutting some profits from the industrial chain.

Don't underestimate this profit. A workshop can only make as much money as a large factory.

And these "stores", which are different from factories, also purchase machines to improve their productivity.

The improvement of productivity not only creates the accumulation of wealth, but also changes the relationship between people and between clusters.

Especially after more and more old aristocrats tasted the sweetness of increased productivity and the pain of being pointed at a gun, they also began to seek the development of productivity.

In the past, the Black Panther Army's rations still relied on appropriations from the empire, but now the finance and tax revenue from the Jiaotou Bay area alone is enough for the local generals to feed their men, and they can even occasionally share some alliance soldiers with their brothers. Tired canned beef as a bonus.

This little life is much more comfortable than when I was a dog for the empire.

As for the commander who put the gun to Asin's head, now he has to call Asin politely. After all, the latter has already established a relationship with his immediate boss's boss, and there is no need to take him with him. A little captain played.

However, Asin did not agree with him because of what happened at the beginning. He even politely helped him with the operation, making this domineering officer the captain of ten thousand men. He also helped him find a matchmaker to marry a viscount noble family in Baozhou. The younger daughter helped the two of them buy a wedding house on Tulip Street in Golden Gallen Harbor.

Now that he has money, status, and a wife who is as beautiful as a jade, the reckless man who is more reckless than Lacy is naturally in tears of gratitude, and he almost replaces his father with his father.

With the support of the Captain and other senior leaders of the Black Panther Army, the business of the Assassin Gang has grown bigger and bigger, almost monopolizing the entire Mianlun of Leopard State.

Although the quality and output of cotton wool in Borneo Province cannot keep up with that of Viet Nam Province, it is better because of its low cost and large size, and it also occupies a considerable market share in Golden Gallon Port.

Even if the ceasefire agreement is signed and the unit price of smuggling is not as high as before, they can still use those well-developed ports and currency exchange banks to continue doing legal business, and the profits will be even greater than before.

However, even though the "radiation effect" of Golden Gallen Port has a great impact on other areas of Lowell State, the development growth rate of other regions cannot keep up with Golden Gallen Port itself, which is the only import and export port on the east coast.

At present, the 10,000 square kilometers actually controlled by the Yueyue Company is only one-fortieth of the entire state, but 39-forty of the entire state's wealth is concentrated in Golden Gallon Port.

If the distribution of interests between the Alliance and Golden Gallen Port is uneven, just like the silver coin and Gallen, then the distribution of interests between Golden Gallen Port and Lowell State and even the entire Borneo Province is even more extreme.

The residents of Golden Gallen Port have ridden on bicycles that are as fast as the wind, and the children who are reading aloud have begun to think about the place of people in the mountains and rivers, and where they will be many years later. But there are still many people in Huzhou and Baozhou who eat mud cakes and have to sell their sons and daughters to make a living.

"Red Earth" follows "The Biography of L" and "Diary of Mad Mouse" and finally reaches the third chapter of the series "Earth", which seems to be about to enter the blood-drenched theme.

The "Survivor Daily" in Golden Gallen Harbor was almost out of stock. Some people who didn't know "Red Dirt" originally read "Dirt" and went back to buy the previous L and Crazy Mouse.

Some booksellers began to think about publishing a collection of the serialized short stories, so that people would not have to cut them out one newspaper after another.

They couldn't contact Mr. Rat, but they received a letter from the French Fries Port——

[You can publish it as you like, just donate my share to the federation. 】

This letter inspired many young people in Golden Gallon and also inspired those members of the Federation.

Mr. Rat is right next to them!

And just watch them!

A glimmer of morning light seemed to appear on the horizon, and it seemed like a bright light.

There is only one copy of Bol the Awakener in Stone City, and there are thousands of them.

Inspired by "Daily Survivor" and "Red Earth", the young people wrote poems, drew pictures, composed music and songs with their simple and even naive ideas, integrating them into the rush of Golden Gallen Harbor. A corner of a busy street scene.

People have added another belief to the idea that "gods do not exist" -

They need to unite!

Just like the residents of Boulder!

Even though people have thousands of different ideas, one idea remains the same.

That is to pull out those thousand pillars!

And smash the old yoke!

And just when a storm was brewing in Golden Gallen Port, a certain angry young man with a bad temper finally saw the army he had longed for.

They couldn't be called an army at all, but more like refugees or grass bandits. They were not even as good as when he attacked Camp Lowell -

At least at that time, he and his men, those who dared to fight, still had some blood and courage.

It was just such a group of people, barely clothed and carrying farm tools, hiding in an uninhabited valley in Huzhou, where the power of the Tiger Clan was deeply entangled. I lived on the aid sent by Wan Ku, and occasionally had to eat some dirt, or cause trouble for the little nobles around me.

After all, the Yue Clan has a large population, and there are many handsome men and women. Those nobles have more or less bought some of the Yue Clan people as slaves or children. It is reasonable to rob them in the name of rescuing their compatriots.

Moreover, they only robbed people and food but not killed people. The matter was not a big deal and some small nobles really had nothing to do with them. The big nobles saw that they were like fleas and were too lazy to deal with them. Zheng Tu could also annex the land of the small nobles and raise the land price.

As for the Tiger Army, most of the troops are on the border of Lowell State, so I don't even bother to pay attention to them.

These days, whoever has the energy to manage their own territory would waste their spare time to help the court suppress bandits. Instead, they can use the Yue tribe as a cover to ask for more money from the court.

It is precisely because of this that those Yue people thought that they were well disguised and that they could avoid the Tiger Army by pretending to be refugees fleeing the war. However, they never expected that even Asin, the leader of a gang who was far away in Jingallan Port, could Find them easily.

Everything was just as useless as what he saw in the battle report.

The tiger tribe captain who sent him here even joked that if they met on the battlefield next time, he would throw his equipment on the ground and run away if he didn't want to fight, so that everyone could make money together.

What a shame!

"Damn it..."

Looking at the group of young men sitting loosely on the field ridge, Lacy cursed through gritted teeth, pulled out the gun from his waist, and pulled the trigger toward the sky.

"Snapped!!"

The thunder-like sound startled the Yue people who were working in the fields. When they looked up, they saw a vicious man standing at the edge of the field with a group of evil spirits, looking like he wanted to eat them.

Standing in the field, a middle-aged man stared at him blankly. He suddenly recognized that face, and his stunned expression was as exaggerated as if he had seen a ghost.

"La... Laci?!"

Lacy didn't even look at him. She stretched out her hand and grabbed the boy's neck. He pulled the skinny boy out of the field like a chicken and threw him to the ground.

"It hurts... it hurts..." The boy kept shouting that it hurt and squeezed out tears. But he didn't expect that the evil ghost saw him crying and kicked his butt again.

"If you're afraid of pain, go back and find your parents. Stop following these people and stop fooling around! Go and call your parents over here!"

The boy said timidly, with fear written in his eyes.

"I have no parents... I was sold nearby, and the guys here saved me."

"There are no parents... Hehe, then wipe your eyes dry for me, or I'll send you down to see them first!"

After letting go of the child, Lacy glared hard at the farmer who tried to stop him, and then looked at the resistance soldier who came with a gun.

The noise at the entrance of the village attracted some people's attention after all.

These guys who can't even arrange for a sentry, at least their ears are not deaf, so they can hear their own gunshots.

Those people stared at him with alert eyes and unkind expressions. They had guns in their hands, but they did not dare to point them at him.

Some of them recognized this guy as the ruthless man who captured Rowell's camp and hung the officer from the tower.

No matter how much effort the alliance put in and gave them a few cannons and guns, he was the one who finally defeated that camp.

Lacy didn't even look at the fire sticks, just stared at them with squinted eyes.

"I said you might as well go farm, but you actually farmed the fields. Look at how useless you are. Do you expect the girls at Chip Port to support you for the rest of your life, or do you expect the people from the company to support you for the rest of your life?"

A middle-aged man mustered up the courage to step forward and stare at him.

"What do you mean!"

Lacy stared at him with squinted eyes.

"Are you the person in charge here?"

"I am--"

Before the man could finish his words, he slapped him on the head and sent him straight into the field.

"You are a fucking hammer!"

These words were scolded by the alliance instructor when he was training him, and now he gave these words to this guy again.

It was this guy who caused Fang Chang to be transferred!

At least that's what he seemed to be doing.

The slap was loud enough, and it really ignited the anger of the resistance soldiers. One by one, the young men raised their guns and pointed them at Lacy and the many officers behind him.

"No! Don't shoot!"

The man who fell in the field ignored himself and shouted to his comrades in the resistance army in shock.

As if Nalasi wasn't angry enough, he stepped forward and walked directly in front of the group of young men, grabbed the muzzle of one man's gun, and stabbed it on his chest.

"Come! Shoot at me! Kill the compatriots who come to save you, come!"

The young man's face was pale, and the hand holding the gun was shaking, as if it might go off at any time.

Obviously, he had not been to the battlefield a few times, nor had he practiced much with a gun, nor had he had the opportunity to practice.

After all, the insurance is turned off, just loaded...

Seeing the cowardice in his eyes, Lacy snatched the gun from his hand and stuffed it into his chest. After hitting him, he took two steps back and stopped only after being supported by others.

"Didn't anyone teach you that when you kill someone, turn on the safety and weld the shoulder strap to your shoulder? If anyone dares to snatch your gun, throw the butt of the gun into his face. If you lose your gun on the battlefield, you will lose it." Damn it, you kid, be lucky, it’s me who stole your gun.”

Pairs of eyes stared at him, with anger, surprise, shame and shame.

But some people have hope in their eyes.

Including the man sitting in the field who claimed to be in charge.

He knows better than anyone that they are not the survivors of French Fries Port, nor the survivors of Golden Gallon Port. What they need is not a guy who can lead them to plow the fields, but a guy who can lead them to win the war. !

Lacy looked around at everyone, not only the resistance soldiers standing at the entrance of the village blocking him, but also the farmers in the fields next to them who straightened up and looked at him.

"If you want to farm, just stay here and farm until you're done. If you're tired of being a coward, just get up and follow me."

A resistance officer swallowed and stared at him and asked.

"Where are we going..."

"Where to go?"

Lacy chuckled, looked toward the northeast with the dusk behind him, and squinted slightly at the dim sky.

He thought about it while he was on the road.

It is unrealistic to fight against the Tiger Army. These guys have guns and food, and their combat effectiveness is not inferior to that of the Gray Wolf Army. They have even almost "carved up" all the Gray Wolf Army on the border.

As the people in the alliance said, if you fight these guys, you will only be treated like wild monsters.

They had to open up a new battlefield, and the best choice was the northeastern corner of Borneo.

It is close to the Zhuobar Mountains, and beyond is Silver Moon Bay. A Tasang River flowing down the mountains irrigates an impact plain called the Tasang Plain, where the marginal ethnic groups of Borneo Province live, and there are even some believers from Silver Moon Bay.

On the administrative division map of the empire, the name of that land is Mammoth State. It shares a source of fresh water with Silver Moon Bay, and is as fertile as Lowell State.

The most important thing is that the mountains are high and the emperor is far away, and the area is close to the alliance's supply network.

Although the development level is somewhat poor, poor development level also has the disadvantages of poor development level.

There is no road network connecting Tiandu, and it is not on the edge of the Yongliu River. It is difficult to deliver supplies needed by the royal army and the army to the area.

Another thing is that poor places have no shortage of soldiers!

Only there can he raise a large group of troops. Raising an uprising in Huzhou, where the Tiger tribe is the majority, is simply asking for death!

"You will starve to death sooner or later if you stay huddled in this ravine. If you want to survive, follow me to the beach!"