This Game Is Too Realistic

As soon as the front foot returned to the camp, Benoit's smiling face immediately collapsed, squinting his eyes and throwing a sentence at the guard who was following him.

The slaves who just went out from the camp to watch the excitement, each will be rewarded with fifteen lashes.

The guard nodded and was about to carry out the order when he suddenly remembered something and asked again.

Where is Ms. Sistil?

Hearing the old woman's name, Benoit's face darkened even more.

Give her thirty lashes!

Grandma's.

I can't clean up the alliance, and I can't clean up the few of you?

Thinking of the way the crowd looked at them, Benoit felt furious, wishing he could grab that ignorant centurion and whip him together.

It's a pity that the status of an officer in the legion is relatively high, and the faction has always been united. Even if the guy is just a centurion, he has no legitimate reason and it is not easy to strike.

As for slaves, there is not so much fuss.

At this moment, Benoit suddenly thought of something again, and stretched out his hand to grab the soldier who was about to carry out the order.

Wait.

The guard hurriedly bowed.

My lord, do you have any orders?

Benoit's expression flickered slightly.

...Remember to close the door.

The guard was stunned for a while, and then nodded with a subtle expression.

yes!

...

After the order was given, Benoit returned to his camp.

Maybe it was because the soldier obeyed his order and tied the curtain of the tent tightly. Sitting in the tent, he didn't hear the sound of the whip and the wailing of the servants.

Benoit was still angry, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt aggrieved. On behalf of Triumph City, he has also traveled to some survivor settlements, but he has never received such rude treatment.

These bloody barbarians, relying on the backing of enterprises and colleges, dare not take their legion seriously!

It seems that those bastards from the Eastern Expansion School beat them up too lightly!

It is worth mentioning that although the two expeditions of the Legion failed to move the border an inch forward, and lost countless troops, under the overwhelming exaggeration of City of Triumph, these two expeditions still won the victory of the Legion. Victory ends.

Benoit didn't fully believe in Triumph, after all, his daughter worked there, and having dealt with the propaganda department all the year round, he knew exactly how bullshit those guys could be.

However, he did not have any doubts about the conclusion of the Triumph. No matter how stubborn the barbarians in the east of the Great Desert were, the victory of the Legion was beyond doubt.

They will not lose to a group of wastelanders, but the price is a little bit more expensive due to the involvement of enterprises, the Great Rift Valley and the academy.

It is precisely because of this that His Majesty the Marshal did not hold a triumphant ceremony for those idiots who wasted money and money. After all, there is really nothing to brag about.

At this time, footsteps came from outside the tent, and then someone rang the bell hanging beside the curtain.

Looking at the figure at the door, Benoit frowned slightly, cleared his throat and said Come in.

The curtain is drawn.

Seeing that it was a pangolin standing at the door, Benoit frowned a little, leaned on the chair and said.

what's up?

Changing from his usual taciturn image, the Zhandi guy made a resentful look, and bowed his head in a deep voice.

My lord, why should we bow our heads to them? If they are not convinced, just fight them again, until they are convinced.

Hearing this stupid remark, Benoit pouted.

You rough people, you talk about fighting and killing all day long, how can things be so easy! If a fight solves all problems, why didn't you solve the problem last year? We are here to discuss cooperation with them. You didn't come here to turn against them!

Although Benoit used a reprimanding tone when he said these words, his mood became much smoother after he said the words.

Seeing that guy's sense of superiority at the corner of his mouth, Zhandi couldn't help secretly admiring the spring water that gave him bad ideas.

There's still something about this guy.

But... are we going to endure it like this and let them ride on our heads?

Cooperating with the alliance on the issue of mutant slime mold is the meaning of the Marshal. Compared with this matter... other conflicts can be put aside for a while. Benoit narrowed his eyes slightly, and continued slowly, Of course, these guys are a little too arrogant. I will show them some color and suppress their arrogance, but not now.

The Zhandi guy's heart moved, and he asked happily.

What are you going to do?

Benoit glanced at him.

Don't inquire about nothing. I have an idea in my mind about how to arrange it. By the way, don't tell others what you said just now, especially Quick.

Quick is his adjutant, and his military rank is only a commander. However, many people in the mission respect him, even more than Ambassador Benoit.

Although in the legion, the status of military officers is higher than that of civilian officials, but it is not to the extent that the commander-in-chief needs to salute the commander-in-chief first.

Thinking of Benoit's fearful attitude towards that adjutant before, the Warfield guy couldn't help asking curiously.

Master Benoit, speaking of it...what's going on with that Quick? Why do you feel like you are afraid of him?

Afraid of him? Benoit twitched the corner of his mouth, and said without hesitation, That's not true, but his identity is indeed unusual, he is a member of the Imperial Guard.

He had never heard of this word before, and the warlord asked in a daze.

The Praetorian Guard?

He had only heard of the Youth Army.

The alliance's staff officer, Vanus, seems to have come from there.

Not surprised by the Surprise of the Field Guy, Benoit said succinctly.

You haven't been to Triumph City, and you haven't heard of it. It's normal. They usually only operate in Triumph City. They won't leave there without the command of the Marshal. Simply put, they are the eyes of the Marshal. You just need to know This will do.

Although the matter about the Praetorian Guard did not seem to be a sensitive topic, Benoit still didn't seem to want to talk about it.

The ambiguous attitude caused a trace of curiosity in Warfield's heart. Just when he was about to make a detour and ask another question, Benoit suddenly waved to him, beckoning him to come closer and whisper in a low voice.

By the way, you happen to be here, you go and do something for me.

Seeing that the task was triggered, the battlefield atmosphere group looked serious and said immediately.

My lord, please give me instructions!

Benoit said softly.

I heard that the envoys of the Free State are also in Aurora City, you can find their location for me...Ask them to come and talk to us.

The Zhandi guy was overjoyed when he heard this.

Good guy.

Just now he was thinking about sneaking out after midnight when everyone was asleep!

With the task of Captain Benoit, it is convenient for him to find those excuses.

After secretly remembering Benoit's instructions, the Warfield guy nodded and agreed without hesitation.

yes!

Benoit nodded in satisfaction and waved his hands.

Go.

Watching the pangolin pass through the curtain and leave the spacious tent, Bantenuo had a vague smile on his face.

Although it is not convenient for him to beat the alliance himself, he can find an ally who also hates the alliance to do the job for him.

However, at this moment, neither Benoit, who thought everything was under control, nor a young boy who walked out of the camp in an open manner, did not notice that a pair of eyes were watching them not far away.

Quick, who was standing at the gate of the camp, smiled faintly, turned around and returned to his tent...

...

After leaving the camp, the Zhandi guy didn't immediately go to inquire about the residence of the Free State envoy, but walked around the alley.

After confirming that there were no chasing soldiers, he followed the map he had checked on the official website and headed all the way to the nearest player save point.

There is such a facility in all alliance settlements, and only players and staff employed by the shelter can enter.

There are not only hibernation cabins for archiving, but also rentable storage space, as well as an NPC store that sells restricted equipment.

The equipment that has a threshold of contribution points is one of the benefits provided by the shelter to the players. You can even buy a set of power armor with one million silver coins here.

If it is really sold at the market price, it would be a bargain if you add a retail item. Naturally, it is impossible for anyone to buy it.

Seeing the battlefield atmosphere team approaching, the staff member on duty glanced at his arm and yawned sleepily.

...a shelter resident?

The Battlefielder nodded.

ID: battlefield atmosphere group, I didn't bring my VM with me, biometric identification.

Not surprised by this strangely pronounced ID, the staff skillfully took out the dusty iris scanner from the drawer.

Look at the camera.

The Battlefield guy moved his face closer, his eyes on the camera.

The signal light jumped twice.

Looking at the six zeros displayed on the screen, the staff who thought it was troublesome suddenly showed a surprised expression on their faces.

Good guy!

Apprentice knight!

Only when the contribution points reach 100,000 can one obtain the contribution level of a trainee knight, and every refuge resident who reaches this level is a hero who has gone through life and death for the alliance!

In just a moment, his eyes on the battlefield atmosphere team changed from routine to deep admiration, and the original sleepiness was also swept away.

What do you want?

Feeling a little embarrassed by the passionate eyes, the Zhandi guy smiled and said.

A set of K-10 'Iron Wall' exoskeleton with full protection system, is it in stock?

Yes! Please follow me!

He handed over the workstation to another colleague on duty, and then the staff enthusiastically led him to the warehouse beside him.

Following in the footsteps of the staff member, the warrior who stepped into the warehouse picked out a K-10 exoskeleton of suitable size and put it on.

Standing in front of the mirror and putting on the helmet, he confirmed that he covered himself tightly enough, and then he paid the money contentedly and left the player service area.

Passing through the bustling streets, we went straight to the trading post in the north. When the battlefield atmosphere group appeared in the hotel lobby, the players sitting near the bar suddenly fell silent.

The first to recognize this guy was me the darkest.

The brother's eyes widened, and he jumped off the bar stool.

Fuck! Wear—

Before the cry of surprise fell, a gust of wind came to his lips, pressing the name back firmly.

Damn it! Don't yell! I'm still on a mission! The Zhandi guy had a panicked expression on his face, and he tightly covered his mouth.

The debtor with big eyes who walked to the side patted him on the shoulder with a playful smile, and said winkingly.

What's the matter? Those NPCs can't understand the Mandarin my blackest brother speaks... Seriously, what are you thinking?

Confounded by this sentence, the Zhandi guy froze for a moment, and let go of me who was struggling desperately.

What do you think?

The debtor's big eyes moved aside.

The field guy followed his line of sight, and saw a girl holding a tray in both hands, standing by the bar and looking at him.

She is not tall, with a very small white nose bridge, fluffy light brown long hair tied in a ponytail, and she looks cute and well-behaved.

She's not like a player.

It looks familiar, but I can't remember where I've seen it before.

Glancing at the smiling brothers, Zhandi subconsciously switched the language and asked a little cautiously.

……Who are you?

Hearing the low voice with a hint of stumbling, Lisa involuntarily opened her eyes wide, with unbelievable tears glistening in her pupils.

I... I'm Lisa.

Lisa?

Zhandi looked at her blankly, he had never heard of this name before, but the more he looked at her, the more familiar it became, so he asked in an uncertain tone.

Have we met somewhere?

Lisa nodded hastily, staring intently into his eyes, her cheeks gradually flushed, and finally summoned up the courage to speak.

Yes, it was... at Fallen Leaf Ridge, when General McLennan rewarded you with me and others. So, so, I... I am your man!

cough!

Hearing this powerful speech, the warfield guy almost choked to death on his own saliva.

Especially when he caught a glimpse of the spring water out of the corner of his eye, I was the darkest with that expression of suppressed laughter, and his toes almost pierced the ground.

Seeing Mr. Pangolin coughing suddenly for some reason, Lisa quickly went behind the bar to pour a cup of hot water, trotted all the way to his side, and handed it over to him.

Please drink some water.

Thanks……

Taking the water glass from the little girl's hand, the warrior brought it to his lips with a look of embarrassment, but bumped into the helmet covering his head and splashed himself all over the face.

Only then did he remember that he was wearing a full-protection iron bump, and the visor of the helmet was not removed.

Hahaha!

Seeing the embarrassing appearance of the Zhandi guy, I couldn't hold my expression any longer, and burst out laughing while clutching my stomach. Even Lao Bai, who has always been good at controlling expressions, grinned heartily.

Lisa, who only had pangolins in her eyes, didn't notice the reactions of others, and hurriedly tried to help him take off the helmet, but was stopped by the former who gently stretched out her hand.

Looking at Lisa with a puzzled expression on her face, the field guy who couldn't bear the eyes of those dogs put the water glass on the bar.

follow me.

After leaving this sentence, he walked towards the wooden door on the side, and took Lisa to the yard between the main building and the annex.

There were no people in the yard, and there were no bright lights. There was only a flower bed planted with some flowers and plants and a row of washbasins for sobering up. It looked very empty.

Looking at Lisa who was looking at him anxiously, the Warfield guy glanced in the direction of the main building of the hotel, took a deep breath and took off his helmet.

It's inconvenient to talk just now, so let's make a long story short. I'm on a very important mission, Pangolin... Uh, that's my code name. When I sneak out, you can just call me Battlefield, that's my real name.

After holding back for a long time, he still didn't have the nerve to say his full name, nor did he say the nicknames other players gave him.

Looking intently into his eyes, Lisa nodded seriously, and took note of the name seriously.

Well! I remember.

Thank you for your cooperation...By the way, you are a survivor of the Fallen Leaf Camp? I said that when I saw you, I thought I had seen it somewhere before. The warfield guy smiled shyly, and continued to ask, Are you the only one here? What about the rest?

They are also here, some are still in Dawn City, some have gone to other places and have started a new life... Lisa whispered, telling him what happened before.

Including the soldiers of the Stormtroopers who took over the camp after he left that day, including the fact that Grandpa Hook, the owner of the hotel, gave her a job as a waiter, etc.

Hearing it until the end, the Zhandi guy showed a relieved smile on his face.

That's right, I'm glad that you are all living a normal life. This is the best result, and my efforts are not in vain... What about you? Are you satisfied with your current job?

Lisa nodded her head vigorously, her cheeks were flushed, and her bright eyes were filled with moonlight.

Well! Everyone is a very good person, and they usually take good care of me... and everyone told me that you have traveled a long way, and it will take some time to come back, but as long as you wait here, you will be able to wait for you. So , I've been... stayed here forever.

Uh, what are you waiting for me... ah, if it was the order of that guy McLenne, you don't have to. You are now a citizen of the Union, and you don't belong to anyone, and of course not mine. Looking at the incoherent Lisa, the battlefield The guy explained with some dumbfounding.

To him, that was a side quest from a long, long time ago.

On the way here, he had already seen the Fallen Leaf City on the airship, which was located on the land where they once shed their blood.

People there are living a normal life, and it is getting better every day.

At least for him, that expansion has come to a successful conclusion.

It's not because of someone's order...

Lisa puffed up her cheeks, and was about to speak, but soon, as if she remembered something, she buried her raised head and whispered.

I... I just want to say thank you, thank you for giving me a new life.

The Zhandi guy smiled when he heard the words, and reached out to touch the buried little head.

You're welcome. We came out of the shelter to do this... This is our job and our mission.

I didn't expect that branch line to have such a follow-up.

It seems that I have changed the lives of many people without knowing it.

Looking at the little girl in front of him, the Zhandi guy suddenly felt a slight warmth in his heart, which he had never felt in other games.

Maybe it's because the game is so realistic.

The warmth that touched the depths of his soul moved him more than silver coins and contribution points.

And perhaps, this is the reason that really prompted him to continue doing the undercover mission that lasted an outrageously long period without any regrets...

Feeling the warmth above her head, Lisa raised her head gently, with a slight reluctance in her eyes, she whispered.

...Can you come and see me often in the future? I've always been here.

The battlefield atmosphere team said with a smile.

No problem! But if you come here often, I have to wait until after my mission is over, maybe I have to go to other places after a while.

Hearing this promise, Lisa finally had a happy and satisfied smile on her face, and nodded vigorously.

Well! It's an appointment! I'll wait for you to come back!

At this moment, beside the back door of the hotel lobby, several heads gathered together were staring intently at the two people in the dark yard.

Eating the melon excitedly, Yaya's mouth couldn't stop chanting.

I can't, Brother Zhandi won't be such a beast...

Fujiteng, whose neck was sore from being squeezed, looked up helplessly.

Why do I always feel that you are expecting him to turn into a beast.

Yaya smiled embarrassedly.

Hey, I bet 100 silver coins... Although, don't you think this couple is very interesting? The lovely Lisa has been waiting for him for a year, this is definitely true love!

Seeing this guy's more and more gentlemanly smile, Fujiteng subtly moved aside a little, distanced himself from her.

Lian Dayan clenched his fists nervously and muttered in his mouth.

Damn! Why don't you kiss this dog! You won't be so cowardly!

Seeing that the bet silver coins were about to fly into other people's pockets, he wished he could reach out and touch that guy's head.

I yawned most darkly and said indifferently.

So who wins this?

Commander Springs smiled and patted him on the shoulder.

Haha, it looks like it should be a draw! It's time to go, that guy is coming back!

The crowd around the back door dispersed in a rush.

Looking at the people who sneaked back from the door and sat down, and the two figures, one tall and one short, who came back shortly afterwards, Lao Bai, who was sitting in front of the bar all the time, couldn't help smiling.

He probably already guessed what happened.

Looking at the Zhandi guy passing by the bar, Lao Bai said with a smile.

Go back without a drink?

No, I still have a task to do, and I have to go back to work later.

He stopped by the bar, watching the petite figure who returned to the kitchen, the warfield guy paused and continued.

The legion's mission intends to get involved with the Free State, and Benoit asked me to ask the envoys of those people to go to the camp to talk... By the way, tell the manager for me to pay attention to that Benoit's adjutant, I heard that guy is the Imperial Guard of the Marshal, probably similar to the Guards, but I didn’t ask the specifics.”

Lao Bai nodded seriously and said softly.

I'll tell him.

Looking back from the direction of the back kitchen, the Zhandi guy suddenly glanced at the guy who was sitting leisurely in front of the bar without saying a word.

That's all for this matter, you've betrayed me for a whole year, isn't it interesting!

Lao Bai laughed when he heard the words, and cast a teasing glance at him.

Don't you think it would be more interesting to discover this kind of easter eggs hidden in the side plots by yourself? And even if I tell you that there is an NPC who wants to say thank you, you probably won't have any ideas.

He gave this guy a white look through the helmet, but the Zhandi guy didn't deny his statement, but just dropped a sentence casually.

I'll treat you to this drink next time.

Watching the broad figure disappear at the end of the interlacing of toasts, Lao Bai slightly raised the oak glass full of beer towards the door of the hotel, and said with a smile.

I remember.