This Game Is Too Realistic

The glory of victory belongs only to the victor.

For the loser, even if he gains dignity, it is still difficult to feel joy from it.

Compared to Ideal City and Dawn City, Falcon City, which just entered the night, seemed a bit quiet.

Although the name of the ceasefire agreement was dubbed the Falcon City Agreement, this agreement has nothing to do with the Falcon Kingdom, and never considered the interests of the Falcon Kingdom.

But for the nobles here, this does not mean a completely bad thing.

The supreme city of Triumph finally made a move. Although they didn't send a large number of troops to help them get back, at least they avoided the shame of surrendering as a defeated country.

As for Bicester Town.

That shitty place wasn't in Oasis No. 2. From the very beginning, it was something that General Klass insisted on giving them. If the Alliance wanted it, they could take it. They weren't the ones to lose anyway.

Only the citizens of the capital—or to be more precise, those young men who were disarmed and returned to the fields—would be filled with righteous indignation at such a result.

They fought an unquestionable war and got nothing but scars and disabilities, and many lost their property and even loved ones for it.

In the end, even the master riding on top of them has not changed.

The king was still the king, and it was the Willante who held the rope.

What's even more hateful is that those Willant people didn't give them any compensation...

...

Chamber of the castle.

Representatives of all parties took away the contented agreement, and this royal room was finally returned to its king.

Only a few rooms away from taking back the entire castle.

A group of well-dressed nobles sat here, the residual temperature of the chairs made them feel dignified, as if the noon negotiations were related to them.

So the league ended up giving up on Oasis 2.

It looks like it is.

I don't know what impact this will have on the situation in the desert.

Can that civil self-government committee be disbanded? Those pigs yelled outrageous words all day long, and got mixed up with those deserters!

The Willant people may help us solve this trouble.

Ah...Wilanters, I hope they will stop dragging us into unprepared battles.

The governor who came this time should be okay, and he feels much better than that idiot Claes.

Looking at the nobles whispering in the chamber, King Montgomery's face was neither sad nor happy.

For him, it's just a change of master, whether it's a legion or an alliance, it doesn't make any difference.

It would be better to say that the legion is easier to get along with, at least those Weilante people rarely touch the cake in the hands of the royal family, as long as they are obedient and obedient.

At this time, a man with a stern face walked in with great strides.

His hair was dry and his skin was rough. Years of service in the army had made his youthful and handsome face look old, and it was even written with weather that shouldn't be at his age.

Your Majesty, the person in charge of the William Industrial Zone has reported to me that the Union Army has moved away the park, especially almost all the equipment in the Royal Foundry, and even took away the engineers and skilled workers in the factory...including their families!

There was resentment in William's tone, and he almost uttered these words through gritted teeth.

He valued the importance of industry more than any nobleman. Although those machines covered with the smell of motor oil could not produce honey and milk, they could help them rob a wider land.

Especially after this war, he firmly believes that only industry can save the kingdom.

It is precisely because of this that after the alliance released him yesterday, he left Bicester Town without even caring about the remnants of the soldiers, and took only a group of light cavalry to the industrial zone he founded.

But when he got there, the situation inside drove him into despair.

The league moved almost everything it could.

Except for a few empty factories and warehouses in the huge park, there was nothing left for him.

Taking a deep breath, he tried his best to control his emotions, and continued in a trembling voice.

...I implore you to see Mr. Governor and let him put pressure on the Alliance to return the looted equipment and people to us.

Hearing the child's request, Montgomery sighed slowly and said helplessly.

Mr. Governor will not help us... He even gave up all Griffin's equipment to the Alliance. The war is over, children, and the cakes that should be divided are all divided. Today we will only discuss the future.

There was one word he didn't say.

Not only are they not qualified to share the cake, they are even the cake themselves.

William gritted his teeth.

Then at least...shouldn't those craftsmen be returned to us as captives? They keep talking about abolishing slaves, so they shouldn't be captured as slaves, right?

King Montgomery was silent for a while.

That manager really didn't get things done.

William, who regained hope, was overjoyed.

That……

Montgomery sighed.

They let the captives decide freely whether to stay or not.

William froze on the spot.

The nobles at the conference table were whispering, Earl Cromway couldn't help cursing, and knocked his fist on the table.

These bandits!

...

next morning.

Wearing a neat suit, Tao Te came to the building of the Civic Self-Government Committee early, greeted the doorman, and went to the office humming a ditty.

This place used to be the house of the Tax Bureau. Since the Alliance removed the ledgers here, the group of nostrils dared not come back, so the big house was thrown to them.

Since he became the chairman of the committee here, Taut felt that his identity was different from the past.

Especially the respectful and fearful eyes of those nobles looked at him, which made him feel like he had become a noble without a title.

Even the king dared not let him salute.

In order to show his unique status, he deliberately found a tailor who made clothes for His Majesty the King, and asked that person to make him a unique hat.

Of course, unlike those nobles, he was paid.

Looking at the hat with colorful feathers on the table, Taut liked it more and more. He put it on his head happily and fiddled with it in front of the mirror.

However, at this moment, the door of the room was suddenly pushed open, and as soon as he looked up, he saw his secretary walking in in a panic.

A trace of displeasure was written on Taut's face.

Didn't I tell you to knock?

Looking at the displeased Tao Te, the secretary said dumbfoundedly.

Don't worry about what kind of door it is... The big thing is not good, the people of the alliance have left!

With a start, Tao Te suddenly sat up from the chair, propped his hands on the table, and widened his round eyes.

Leaving?! The alliance is leaving?

The secretary nodded nervously and said dumbfoundedly.

Yes... They returned to the airship early this morning. Although the airship hasn't left yet, the anchor chain has been put away.

Losing interest in the hat on his head in an instant, Taut tore it off and threw it aside, got up and walked to the secretary and asked anxiously.

Did they explain anything after they left? What should we do? What about in the future? Do you listen to the Willant people? Or listen to the king?

The manager's indifference to them made him feel a little terrified. Thinking of the eyes of the nobles on the execution ground looking at him before, his spine began to shiver.

The secretary hesitated and spoke hesitantly.

They say... people need to save themselves after all, they have already been here, and the rest is up to us.

Tao Te looked at the secretary in front of him in a daze.

came?

On their own?

Looking at the hat that was finally made on the table, and the gun that he leaned against the window sill, he just wants to cry now...

Looking at the confused chairman, the secretary sighed, but they were grasshoppers on the same rope.

For his own life and for his family, he still said patiently.

In fact, things are far from that bad. The citizens are on our side. Many of them are veterans. They hate the Willanters more than the Alliance. If we can unite them, maybe we will become a powerful force. the power of.

What's the use of uniting those people? Tau felt agitated.

He knew better than anyone that those guys were a bunch of rabble, and they were afraid that they would hang themselves on the gallows with an order from His Majesty the King.

The secretary lowered his voice and continued.

You have to try it to see if it works... The Willanters don't have many guns in their hands now. The governor who just arrived doesn't know anything about this place. They need us to cooperate with them, whether it is military or economic. We just need to cooperate with them. They pretended to be obedient, and used their power to check and balance the court, and they might not mind that there are two kings in this kingdom.

Taut calmed down.

This is indeed a good idea.

Citizen self-government committees are representatives of various industries. More than half of the city's handicrafts and industrial production are related to them, and those nobles can at most contribute a little food from their manors and land.

Unless the governor only wanted to be a big landlord, he would not easily move them for a group of nobles he just met.

The most important thing is that there is still a chance to survive if he tries. If he does nothing, he will definitely die.

Call all committee members and representatives to a meeting!

The secretary breathed a sigh of relief.

Good sir.

...

While the Civic Self-Government Committee was busy with meetings, Bicester Town, far away in the middle of the No. 2 oasis, was also a bustling scene.

On the side of the main road outside the east gate, Wedlier hugged the concrete pier beside the road, looked at the two soldiers walking towards him, and said with snot and tears.

I'm not going anywhere! This is my home! I've dedicated my life to this place, and I want to stay here!

A tall soldier laughed and joked.

Wouldn't it be nice to go back and be your Baron?

Another soldier also said with a smile.

That's right, don't you have a Zhuangzi? Go back and be your master.

However, what the two of them didn't expect was that Wendlier's reaction became more intense, and the voice full of crying even brought a hint of begging.

I don't want to! I'd rather be a commoner!

joke.

How could he go back!

Surrendering to the alliance without resistance is already a capital offense, not to mention that he directly became the dog's leg of the alliance. Those who go back will not hate him.

Especially the meaningful look in Prince William's eyes when he left.

At that time, he only felt that the whole person had fallen into the ice cave, so scared that he sent someone to the No. 2 oasis overnight, and brought his whole family over.

If he knew that the alliance did not intend to occupy the No. 2 oasis, he would never have licked it so hard.

But who would have imagined such a thing?

With the attitude of the alliance fighting over, it almost flattened the entire Falcon Kingdom...

The two Union soldiers glanced at each other, feeling that it was still too embarrassing to put him here, so they went up and pulled him up.

stand up.

If you want to keep it, you can keep it. No one cares about you, but don't get in the way.

Wedley was overjoyed.

...You really don't want to drive me away?

The soldier gave him a disgusted look.

My lord manager said, if you want to leave, go back, if you want to stay, it's up to you, that lord has no time to take care of you.

Hearing this sentence, Wedlier finally smiled through his tears, let go of the concrete pier with a smile, patted his buttocks, and returned to the town with gratitude.

Not far from where he blocked the way, the officer of the Second Corps of the Union walked through the barbed wire fence, walked up to a group of prisoners sitting on the ground, and shouted with a loudspeaker.

The war is over, you can go home.

Officers above a centurion were released yesterday, and most of them don't even know about ceasefire negotiations.

People looked at each other in blank dismay at first, and then people got up one after another.

Some of them went through the open gate on the west side to the wilderness, and seeing that the Union soldiers did not shoot, they continued on their way.

There are fewer and fewer people in the open space.

A large group of people chose to leave, but many people also went in the opposite direction.

Several soldiers from the Falcon Kingdom walked up to the inspection post, and one of them, about fifteen or sixteen years old, looked at the soldiers of the alliance and said.

I don't want to go back.

The Union soldiers eyed him up.

Why?

The boy hesitated and said.

I have nowhere to go.

The soldier continued.

Where are your relatives?

The boy was silent for a while and whispered.

My father and my brother are gone, and last month... my mother is gone too. Let me stay, I can work.

Before the young man's voice fell, another hand was raised from behind him, rushing to speak.

And me! Me too... I'm strong enough to carry things!

I used to farm! I can do farm work!

There were echoing yells from behind, obviously he wasn't the only one who wanted to stay.

Some people who were hesitant to walk to the door stopped unconsciously after hearing the movement over there.

Although they didn't stay in the prisoner-of-war camp for a long time, but thinking about it carefully, the alliance gave them a good feeling.

Those people didn't whip them for fun just because they won. The only thing they were forced to do was to let them repair the huts they lived in.

What surprised the captives in particular was that the Alliance even gave them some of the food they had snatched from the Willanters.

This is simply incredible in the eyes of many of them.

Those Weilante people never treated them as human beings, and the nobles of the kingdom were the same, but in the prisoner-of-war camp, they accidentally became human beings for a few days.

Even though it is clear that the enemy must be uneasy and kind in doing this, but thinking of the attitude of those nobles towards themselves, they can't help but feel desperate about their lives after returning.

More and more people gathered around the inspection post, and the soldiers on duty had to fire warning shots into the sky, while a sentry trotted to ask the officer for instructions.

Not long after, there was an extra table in the camp.

Wedlier, who had a runny nose and tears earlier, was arranged to sit at the table, and yelled loudly with a loudspeaker.

If you don't want to leave, come here to register! After thinking about it, write your name!

There was a long line in front of the table.

Some prisoners who originally planned to leave hesitated for a moment, but finally stayed. Among them were some low-level officers with the title of Commander-in-Chief.

In this way, as of noon, the captives stranded near Bicester Town had been disbanded, and 40% of the more than 80,000 soldiers remained, a total of more than 30,000 people...

...

Heart of Iron.

Standing on the bridge, Chu Guang received a call from Liu Ding, the commander of the Second Corps stationed in Bicester Town.

After listening to his report, Chu Guang couldn't help being surprised.

There are more than 30,000 people left behind.

Originally, he expected to have about 10,000 people, which was already great, but he didn't expect that there were more than 30,000 people left!

What puzzled Chu Guang was that, after thinking about it for a long time, he couldn't remember what he did to those prisoners of war.

The nobles of the Falcon Kingdom are so unreasonable.

Counting the engineers and their families taken away by the Stormtroopers from the William Industrial Area, the population of Bicester Town may be as high as 40,000.

Although it has no effect in the short term, after all, the alliance has collected a lot of supplies from the Horn Fort and the front line, but if things go on like this, there will definitely be problems with the supply of food and fresh water there.

Sensing the embarrassment of the manager, Liu Ding asked in a deep voice.

Do you want to get rid of some of it?

That's not necessary.

Chu Guang coughed.

They want to stay, let them stay.

People have already stayed voluntarily, if he drives them away again, it will appear that he is stingy.

Moreover, Bicester Town, which is under the direct control of the Alliance, can be used as a banner of the Alliance in Luoxia Province. If it develops well, it will undoubtedly have a positive effect on the image of the Alliance.

The only problem is that it is full of sand, there is no river embankment, and there are no expensive strategic resources. The only value is probably its location.

If agriculture cannot be developed, then industry can only be developed.

The military production line moved from the Falcon Kingdom can be transferred to the No. 3 oasis next door, which is the territory of the Honey Badger Kingdom.

As for the production line for civilian use, part of it can be left in Bicester Town, where there is enough labor to do the work.

At present, both the Honey Badger Kingdom and the Falcon Kingdom are in urgent need of post-war reconstruction, and the demand for some industrial products is still not small.

With a young labor force and the equipment needed for production, it may be difficult to make a fortune, but it should not be a big problem to support yourself.

...Let the Lion Kingdom Army leave the excess supplies, including food, fresh water, and clothes, before withdrawing. Winter is coming soon, and the temperature in the desert is not low. Don't let people freeze to death.

After a pause, Chu Guang continued.

Afterwards, I will appoint an official to serve as the local governor, and I will transfer a batch of supplies from Qingquan City. As for now, you first organize them into four construction corps, and organize them to build houses for themselves... In short, don't Let them idle.

Liu Ding put his right hand on his chest, stood at attention and replied.

yes!

Considering that Liu Ding is a rough person who knows nothing about urban planning and management, Chu Guang patiently explained some details about the construction of the new settlement.

For example, the center of the settlement is placed on the east side of the airport, for example, the development of commercial and industrial areas is reserved, and so on.

The ideal group of the enterprise will provide technical support in the recovery of cement debris and road repairs, and the road repairs do not need to worry about the alliance.

Chu Guang intends to set aside a foreign exchange budget of 100 million Cr. After the Governor of the Alliance arrives, he will purchase equipment from Ideal City according to the actual local needs.

Not long after he finished explaining these things, the acting captain just happened to walk towards him from outside the bridge and gave a military salute.

Report! As of now, all units have boarded the ship, the anchor chain has been put away, and the ship is ready to go at any time!

very good.

Looking at the sun-drenched survivor settlement outside the floor-to-ceiling windows for the last time, Chu Guang's mouth curled up into a faint smile.

It's finally time to say goodbye.

King Montgomery and the nobles probably opened the champagne excitedly.

But they will soon discover that they are too happy.

Including the new governor.

Those people will soon discover the surprise left by the league.

As for what this surprise will grow into in the end, it will take time to test... People living here will ultimately have to decide their own future destiny.

As far as he is concerned, the war in Luoxia Province has come to an end, and there are more important things waiting for him to do.

Looking away from the window, Chu Guang looked at the acting captain standing aside.

Let's go!

The captain made a neat military salute.

yes!

...

Just as the Heart of Steel was advancing towards the desert, the battlefield atmosphere group in a latrine in Far West City happened to be back on the line.

Until the Heart of Steel set sail, he did not wait for the next instruction from the administrator.

Grandma's... have these guys forgotten about me? The field guy who lifted his pants muttered and cursed, and pretended to press the button of the flushing bucket, and walked outside.

After Griffin's death, he followed the 50,000th team and withdrew all the way to the Far West City located in the northwest of the No. 2 oasis, and passed the boring time with the Willanters who were waiting to go home.

With the effective of the ceasefire agreement, the expansion pack of Thousands of Yellow Sands has officially come to an end, and the rewards for the expansion pack have been settled last night.

Due to the several heavyweight information provided before, he became the powerhouse with the highest personal total score in the expansion piece without any suspense!

And far ahead of the second place by 50,000 points!

But what's the use?

Although he drew a bunch of valuable treasures, no matter how good the equipment was, he had no chance to use it.

A few of his good brothers were afraid of wasting it, and wanted to use it for him first, but he refused without hesitation!

joke!

That was the treasure he bought with his life, how could those dogs take it away!

If I really give it to my darkest grandson, I'm afraid there won't even be a scum left when he comes back.

Just when the Zhandi guy was thinking about who to stay with for a while, a familiar figure walked towards him not far away.

He raised his head and looked over there, only to see that the person walking in the distance was actually his immediate boss—Mr. Verichvan.

The field guy didn't feel any surprise, only trouble.

This guy has been getting close to him lately.

Maybe it was because he was too idle after losing the battle, or maybe it was to show that he valued himself. In the past, this person asked his confidants to tell him, but now he just walks to his tent without invitation when he has something to do, which makes him very angry. Uncomfortable and annoying.

Obviously it's the same this time, this guy is probably just strolling over to ask about his health again.

The Zhandi guy even suspected that he had been waiting outside the latrine for a while.

Just when the Zhandi guy was about to take the initiative to exchange a few words, Wei Liqi, who was approaching, suddenly pulled him aside with a mysterious expression on his face.

There's a good job.

...what's the matter?

Looking at the smiling General Werich, the Zhandi guy instinctively became alert.

This battle is over, so I don't want to let myself assassinate anyone, right?

However, just when he was thinking this way, Wei Liqi's next sentence made him stunned on the spot.

According to the ceasefire agreement, we will send two representatives to Vault 0 to investigate the legendary ruins together with companies, colleges and alliances.

The governor has nominated his direct descendant, the commander-in-chief Wali. However, Wali is a professional military officer. Considering the dangers that may be encountered in the ruins, he needs a powerful follower as a guard... Hearing the governor The needs of adults, I thought of you at the first time.

As he said that, Verich stretched out his hand, patted the shoulder of the good pangolin comrade in front of him, and gave him an encouraging look with a smile on his face.

This is not just my suggestion. General Alec is also very optimistic about your strength... take advantage of this opportunity.

I like you!