This Game Is Too Realistic

Willant camp.

Tent in the middle of the camp.

Mrs. Benoit Wan, who was sitting at the long table, looked at the Daily Survivor in his hand and frowned, muttering something in a low voice after pondering for a while.

What kind of tricks are these blue gophers playing...

Since coming to Dawn City, Survivor Daily has become his daily must-read newspaper.

Especially when he found that all the information that he had to ask around to obtain was clearly written on those few pages, he even changed the first thing after getting up every day from brushing his teeth to reading the newspaper.

Recently, he has been paying attention to the situation of the French Fry Port. The Survivor Daily will update a few photos on it every now and then. Kind of a small fishing village.

To be honest, it's quite shocking to connect these photos together.

Although the Legion also often helped the aborigines build camps, neither the beauty nor the comfort could compare to what those blue gophers had achieved in less than half a month.

But now, this village can no longer be considered small, especially with the new batch of immigrants moving in, this small fishing village seems to have a size of a thousand people.

Put it anywhere on the wasteland, and it can be regarded as a not-so-small residence for survivors.

But it was precisely because of this that Benoit became a little wary of this.

At the most recent cohesion meeting, the minimum threshold for participation was 1,000 people.

As long as it reaches 1,000 people, the survivor colony can participate in the voting to determine the affairs of the province where it is located, and affect the voting results of the province in the assembly agenda.

The number of votes in different provinces is different, and some special provinces will even be counted separately, but the minimum number of votes is one vote.

As we all know, alien species will not vote. As the only settlement in Baiyue Province, Potato Fries Port will monopolize a precious vote that represents the resolution of all survivors in Baiyue Province.

And this will also make the situation of the Legion, which already has few allies, worse at the meeting of the viscoelastic body.

Realizing this, Benoit couldn't help clenching his fists.

There is no doubt that this is Chi Guoguo's cheating!

It took him a lot of effort to pull the Xilan Empire into the sticky community against all opinions, and only then did he get the votes for the Borneo Province for the legion.

If the alliance intends to solicit votes for itself through this kind of stealth and trickery, he will say nothing!

We have to find a way to fill this loophole...

Just as Benoit was deep in thought, footsteps suddenly came from outside the tent.

A guard rang the doorbell, opened the door curtain and walked in, bowing to report.

My lord, the envoys of the Xilan Empire ask to see you.

Benoit said impatiently.

Let him in.

yes.

The guard nodded and exited the door.

After a while, the iconic goatee walked in through the curtain with a strong smell of spices.

There was a warm smile on his face, and the whiskers under his nose fluttered.

Dear Mr. Benoit, I am sorry to disturb you at this time, but you were already out when I came here yesterday, so I can only come earlier.

yesterday?

Benoit seemed to have had a meal with the foreign minister of the Free State, but he was indeed not in the camp, and it was normal not to see him.

But then again, can't this guy make an appointment before every visit?

It's okay, my friend, plus...Mr. Duke, you are welcome to come and visit us at any time, Benoit touched his nose with a foolish smile on his face, Then what brought you here today?

He is not very good at politeness. After all, the Legion never needs to make false claims with anyone, and it will be over if it is not speculative.

If it weren't for the ongoing slime mold research community negotiations, he wouldn't bother talking to this poser.

But it was a coincidence that the Duke was as professional as he was, and instead of seeing through the perfunctory in his crappy smile, he took his greetings as a gesture of favor from the legion.

No wonder.

Most people in Borneo, especially the nobles, wear a deep filter when they look at the Willanters, and this filter is enough to block all unfriendly interpretations.

Seeing the spring-like smile on the face of Mrs. Wanfu, Duke Galava was moved, as if he had found a bosom friend.

Without hesitation, after hearing Benoit's question, he immediately poured out bitterness with an expression of righteous indignation.

I don't want to bother you about that little thing, but the alliance is really deceiving people! I have never seen such a brazen guy. They obviously don't admit what is written in the newspaper, and it doesn't matter if they pretend to be deaf and dumb. Self... what is the difference between this and a robber!

Needless to say?

Benoit had no problem with that.

The Heart of Steel was floating in the sky above the suburbs of Dawn City. Nothing could prove the shamelessness of these guys more than this. He asked for it more than once from the alliance, but those people had no intention of returning it at all, and even showed it off as a trophy.

Indeed, nodded deeply, and Benoit couldn't help cursing, That group of uneducated savages don't know what politeness and humility are... Then, my friend, what did they do to you? What have you done?

Duke Galava clenched his fists furiously.

They took in the Moon Clan!

...Yue, a member of the Moon Clan? Benoit was stunned for a moment, and asked subconsciously, What is that?

In his cognition, there are only Willantes and others in this world, plus at most one unintelligent eight-fold growth clone.

What is the Moon Clan people?

Survivor on the moon?

Understanding the confusion on Mrs. Benoit's face, Duke Galava patiently explained.

The Moon Clan are the sinners of the Xilan Empire. The Moon God they believed in conspired to kill the Sun-carrying God Bull according to our prophet's prophecy, causing the scorching sun to fall to the end of the Yongliu River, and the light has since sunk in the land of Borneo Province... …all of them owed the sins of the afterlife, which must be repaid with the sufferings of this life, only in this way can they enter the reincarnation with a new identity in the next life.”

You should have seen those people. Most of the slaves sold from Borneo to the west coast are from the Moon Clan...

He listened to the first half with a dazed look on his face, and it was not until he heard the latter that Benoit suddenly woke up like a dream.

It turned out to be those guys.

He had seen those slaves with straight noses before, and even raised two in his manor.

Although the bone frame is a little smaller than the Willanter, and the figure is also much inferior, but it has a special flavor when driving...

Mr. Benoit?

Seeing that Benoit seemed to be distracted, Duke Galava reminded him kindly.

Immediately realizing the gaffe on his expression, Benoit quickly recovered from his distraction, so he coughed and said.

So...they took your slaves away? What a bunch of unreasonable bastards!

That's right! These unreasonable bastards!

Duke Galava looked at him with piercing eyes, clenched his fists, and continued with righteous indignation.

I have to say that these guys who call themselves the Alliance are simply a cancer on this planet. They rob everywhere and do all kinds of evil, but they call for the survivors to unite...We can't let them continue to stir up trouble, we must join hands Let's do something! Get rid of this cancer once and for all!

Originally, Benoit had a cheerful expression on his face, but when he heard the last sentence, he was almost choked to death by his own saliva.

Some things can be said behind closed doors, but if you really do it, it's not a joke.

While he has no doubts that the Legion has the power to wipe the Alliance off the map, it's hard to say how the academy and corporations will react.

Except for the lunatics of the Eastern Expansionists, few people are willing to fight a war that can't see any benefits, especially if this war may drag them into the bottomless abyss.

What's more, the marshal sent him here to seek cooperation, not to ask him to turn the table.

Looking at the glaring-eyed Duke Galava, Mrs. Benoitwan, who was on fire just a second ago, suddenly felt that he should pour some cold water on this guy's head.

Don't get this guy over the top and forget his last name.

Mr. Galava, I admit that this group of blue coats is undoubtedly a cancer on this planet. If they die suddenly one day, it will be an honor for all mankind... However, it is not the time yet, before the minor conflicts are resolved , we must first resolve the main contradiction.”

Seeing the red-faced Duke Galava gradually becoming dazed, Benoit coughed lightly and said.

...And didn't you just run away from a few slaves? If you have the same knowledge as them, just treat them as those slaves and get lost.

In his impression, slaves in Borneo were very cheap, maybe only 1,000 dinars, or even less than 1,000.

Even if you steal a thousand, it's only a million dinars. What is this money?

Seeing that Mr. Wanfu obviously didn't understand the point of the problem, Duke Galava suddenly became anxious, and his two beards shook up and down excitedly.

Wait, Mr. Benoit, it's not about a few slaves! Those guys have lost the face of the empire! And if we don't let the escaped slaves be punished, won't everyone follow their example in the future? !

Benoit looked at him dumbfounded and said.

My friend... Friends of the duke, you are known as thousands of clans and gods, so what if we let them belong to one clan?

Looking at Duke Galava who still wanted to say something, he continued talking without stopping.

Of course, the face you said is indeed a problem. If the barrel of the gun is not straight, the waist will not be straight, but these are actually easy to deal with. They lack respect for you, isn't it because you are too weak... Please forgive me for speaking It’s more straightforward, but you also know that those guys are robbers, and the nature of robbers is to take the soft and fear the hard, if you want them to respect you, you have to be tougher than them!”

Upon hearing this sentence, Duke Galava was immediately unhappy.

What are you kidding?

After all, the Xilan Empire is sitting on the territory of a province, and a mere alliance is worthy of their comparison?

Mr. Benoit, are you kidding? I admit that we are sometimes more restrained, but we are by no means weak, at least not comparable to an alliance with a bigger booger!

Seeing Duke Galava's unconvinced expression, Mrs. Benoit Wan grabbed his shoulder and said earnestly.

I know, I admit that you guys are brave, but believe it or not, that's the truth. But it's not your fault, after all, they have been supported by companies and colleges, and you have nothing. Putting you together is more realistic. It's not fair.

Looking at the still displeased Duke Galava, Benoit suddenly changed the topic and continued.

But it doesn't matter. In the past, you could only rely on yourself. Now you are standing behind us, the legion! We can also give you the help that colleges and companies give them, and I believe that with our help, you will soon It's not very difficult to have the strength to be on par with the league.

Hearing these words, Duke Galava's eyes lit up immediately, and he excitedly held Benoit's hand.

Thank you so much...my friends, it is our honor that you are willing to stand with us! I can swear to the God of White Elephant that we will do our best to cooperate with you! So... how are you going to help us?

Seeing how grateful the Duke of Galava was, Benoit had a happy smile on his face.

Regarding this matter, he actually thought about it a long time ago, but he never found an opportunity to bring it up.

And now, without a doubt, that once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

We can introduce you to a man, a well-born Matriarch. His name is McLenne. Unlike a civil servant like me, that guy is a real military officer, and he is the kind who came down from the battlefield.

More than that, that guy has a problem with the alliance just like you, and he hates those blue gophers more than anyone else. As long as you have this idea, I can match you up and let him go to Borneo Province as a military advisor , according to the standards of the legion, help you build an iron army capable of conscripting and fighting! We can even donate some of your equipment that we don’t need for the time being!”

Anyway, the Eastern Expansion Faction doesn't need those equipment anymore.

It would be a beautiful thing if those scrap metals could be utilized.

And Benoit can be sure that McLenne will not refuse, and he may even take the initiative to ask Ying to be an instructor in Borneo Province.

Duke Galava was overjoyed when he heard the news, and excitedly held Benoit's hand tightly.

Thank you! Thank you so much!

Benoit smiled and shook his hand back.

You're welcome, you are our important trading partner and our strategic partner, your daughter—cough, I like spices very much! May our friendship last forever!

Duke Galava smiled.

May our friendship last! I'll send some to your house later!

After some courtesies, Benoit finally sent this troublesome guy away, turned around and took out a tissue from the table and wiped his hands in disgust.

What bad luck.

He is a dignified captain who actually has to shake hands with a goat that appeared out of nowhere.

At this moment, a soft sigh came from behind, making Benoit's neck involuntarily stiff, and then he turned around in annoyance, staring at the direction of the doorway and said displeasedly.

Even if you are His Majesty's guard...you shouldn't be eavesdropping on my conversation with the imperial envoy.

Standing at the door of the tent at some point, Quick looked at the displeased Benoit indifferently, not paying attention to his emotions at all.

As the Imperial Guard, he is only loyal to the marshal and is only responsible to the marshal, regardless of his rank, he does not need to bow to anyone.

The Eastern Expansion Faction managed to settle down a bit. The Marshal will not be satisfied with your actions.

Benoit's expression was a little stiff. Although he didn't want to explain nonsense at first, he still said patiently when he thought of the identity of this adjutant.

McLen is not an idiot. He has been in the league for half a year. He knows that those guys are not easy to mess with, and what should be done and what should not be done. I think he has his own sense of propriety... All we have to do is arm our team. Allies, it’s not about letting them really fight against the alliance, don’t you want us to have more chips? Or do you want to see us being led by the nose by the alliance?”

Quick asked in a flat tone.

What if he doesn't have a good sense of proportion?

Benoit replied bluntly.

Then let him go back, what can he do as an instructor? That idiot is not Griffin, a waste of high-sightedness and low-handedness. If he dies, he will go to the emperor's harem to sleep with a few girls, and he can turn the Borneo province upside down. Is it done?

Hearing the name Griffin, Quick frowned slightly, his eyes a bit complicated.

However, that complex emotion was only for a moment.

He stared at Benoit intently, with a hint of warning in his solemn tone.

His Majesty the Marshal attaches great importance to this meeting, and I hope you are clear about it anyway. Especially on the issue of the 'principal conflict', you'd better not mess it up.

Facing those cloudy pupils, Benoit couldn't help feeling a little panic in his heart, although that panic quickly turned into annoyance.

Why should he be afraid of a commander?

I will always be loyal to His Majesty the Marshal, you don't need to remind me!

Quick shrugged, didn't make any comment, just turned and walked to the door.

However, just as he stretched out his hand to lift the curtain and was about to leave the tent, he suddenly stopped in his tracks and dropped a meaningful sentence.

Everyone of you said that.

I really hope you really think so.

Benoit froze in place.

And when he came back to his senses, the adjutant named Quick had already left...

...

On the north shore of the Baiyue Strait, the thriving Potato Fries Harbor, the gentle sea breeze blows the waves to the beach, and is divided into two halves by a pier extending into the deep water area.

And in the sea area not far from the pier, strength animals sitting on small wooden boats are working hard to drive aluminum alloy pipes thicker than arms into the bottom of the sea.

These pipes were just pulled over from Dawn City by the Cowhorse airship, and were used to build the fence separating the beach from the deep water area.

They would then fill these aluminum tubes with sand and pull a net of devil's silk between them, enclosing the waters near the port.

Seemingly anticipating the deprivation of living space, the alien species active in the sea began to move around, attacking the boat floating on the water from time to time, and people fell into the water every now and then.

But even so, it still couldn't stop the determination of these animals.

Keep it up brothers! For bikinis in the sun!

Aww!

Staring dumbfoundedly at the distant sea, Rou Rou opened his mouth in a daze, and it took him a long time to squeeze out a word without beginning or end.

...Are these guys crazy?

Standing aside, Tail folded his arms, and nodded his chin with a serious face.

Oh! I'm probably crazy.

Forced to wear a maid's outfit for three full days, she almost got heatstroke from being covered by the long skirt like a bed sheet.

In the past few days, she finally changed into shorts with a small vest, and she felt that she had come alive.

Perhaps the alien species in the sea were all attracted to the small wooden boats of the strength animals, so that there were hardly any alien species on the beach.

On the reef beach not far away, some moon girls with baskets were using daggers and awls to collect oysters attached to the reef, and some squatted next to the faucet not far from the beach to wash their clothes.

Speaking of which, time flies so fast.

If it wasn't for the airship Buffalo that went back and forth, she wouldn't have even noticed that a week had passed since the Meaty ship docked at Chip Harbor!

It's worth mentioning that while Tails felt like this week passed in a daze, there was a lot going on in this ever-changing settlement.

The first is the interior of the camp.

The large piece of land that was originally empty in the east has now been turned into rows of wooden shacks.

Although these shoddy houses are still lacking in aesthetics, there is no problem with sheltering from wind and rain.

In addition, smoked fish and furs are hung on the door of every house.

Helping players deal with prey and fish has become the main source of income for most Moon Clan girls in Chip Harbor.

There are also some girls who are good at farm work, and under the leadership of Grandma Sangru, they contracted the farmland in the northwest of the southern district.

Baiyue Provincial Development Co., Ltd. will be responsible for ensuring the safety of the farmland, clearing up the rainforest, and providing farmers with high-yield crop seeds and some auxiliary farming equipment.

And the price they need to pay is only half of the output of farmland and orchards.

For them who have never owned land of their own, this condition is simply outrageous, so many people did not believe it was true at first.

It wasn't until they learned that the tail that brought them out of the cage was also a member of the board of directors of Baiyue Company, did they dispel their worries and put their fingerprints on the contract.

In addition to engaging in agriculture and handicrafts, there are also some young, beautiful, and good-looking girls who have entered the service industry, doing jobs that most players are unwilling to do.

Thanks to this, the originally empty camp became bustling.

Not only have interactive NPCs been added to save points, stalls, and shops, but the one-man tavern that has been criticized by countless players has finally become a yiren tavern.

There are not only a group of waiters with hot bodies and pleasing to the eye, but also completely liberated Boss Yi's hands.

And as God's customers, they finally don't have to work part-time to serve tea, pour water and wash dishes...

The sun set from the east to the west, and another fulfilling day passed in a blink of an eye.

As usual, watching the sunset gradually, Yi Ren greeted the girls in the tavern to put the tables and chairs on the beach, ready to start today's business.

However, just as everyone moved the chairs out, they saw a speedboat with the federal flag leaning against the pier.

The NPC named Mu Da jumped out of the speedboat first, and walked towards the tavern with two sailors.

It's been a long time since I saw this guy, Yi Ren couldn't help being a little surprised, and shouted with a smile when he saw the three people approaching.

Would you like something?

Mu Da didn't talk too much nonsense, he reached out and took out a telegram from his bosom, looked at it, confirmed that it was this place, and then asked the man who looked like a boss in front of him.

Is there a man named Sisi here?

Yi Ren was stunned for a moment, but he had heard of this name before.

What are you looking for with her?

Mu Da continued speaking concisely.

She asked me to meet here, now that I'm here, please tell her for me—

Before he finished speaking, a voice that was not familiar came from not far away.

I'm here.

The three of them immediately looked in the direction of the sound, and saw a girl carrying a rifle and a bazooka walking from the direction of the camp.

The sea breeze blowing head-on brought a smell of blood, and a few pinches of animal hair and blood that hadn't dried up stuck to her coat.

Not only did Mu Da look at her with a strange face, but even the two sailors who followed him showed shocked expressions.

On the other hand, Boss Yiren, who was no longer surprised by this scene, greeted him with a smile instead.

Is the harvest good today?

It's okay, I didn't expect that there are mutant brown bears in this tropical rainforest, replied casually, Sisi leaned the rifle and bazooka on the table next to him to occupy a place, and then gestured four fingers at the Yiren boss, Two A bottle of beer and two bottles of orange juice, with ice cubes. My teammates are going to hand in the materials, and they will be there in a while.

Okay. Yi Ren gestured OK, then turned and walked towards the open-air bar.

Listening to the incomprehensible language, Mu Da was just about to ask what the telegram meant when a clean and tidy envelope was handed to him.

Looking at the envelope, he raised his eyebrows slightly, and reached out to take it.

This is?

Sisi said succinctly.

Someone asked me to give you a letter.

who?

You'll know it when you see it.

Mu Da glanced at Si Si, and opened the envelope suspiciously.

And almost as soon as he looked at the content of the letter, the face that had been molted by the sun immediately became serious.

Putting the letter in his hand, he stared at the woman in front of him and asked word by word.

Where is he?

Sisi said nonchalantly.

Dawn City.

Hearing this answer, Mu Da was stunned.

River Valley Province?!

Seeing the stunned NPC, Sisi nodded and continued in a very soft voice.

Yes... entrusted by that gentleman, we plan to restart the investigation of the incident at the ocean current power station in the southern sea.

Hearing the words Ocean Current Power Station, Mu Da showed a surprised look, led her to the side, and lowered his voice so that only two people could hear him.

...Ocean current power station? What's the use of investigating that thing now? It's been more than two months. Even if you find something, it can't change the current situation.

Sisi smiled lightly.

How do you know if you don't try?

Mu Da stared at her for a while, and then spoke slowly after a long time.

What do you need me to do?

It's very simple, you only need to cover me to get there, and we will handle the rest by ourselves.

Mu Da's expression gradually became weird, and he glanced at the freighter parked on the pier.

Covering you? How are you going to get there? Driving that thing?

Of course not, come with me.

Sisi smiled mysteriously, dropped those words, and turned around to walk to the camp not far away.

Mu Da glanced at the two sailors standing not far away, signaled them to wait for him at the door of the tavern with his eyes, and then followed behind her alone.

Taking this NPC into the camp, Sisi went straight to the warehouse area not far from the beach, and came to a warehouse made of iron sheds.

Right here.

Mu Da narrowed his eyes and followed her into the warehouse.

And when he saw clearly the drum-shaped submersible parked in the warehouse, his eyes narrowed dangerously.

Have you ever had contact with people in Vault 70?

Not paying attention to his right hand unconsciously touching the holster around his waist, Sisi looked at him nonchalantly and said.

So? You changed your mind?

Mu Da was silent for a long time, finally moved his hand on the holster, and spoke slowly.

... At ten o'clock tonight, you follow under my boat, and I will take you there.

Hearing this promise, Sisi finally showed a happy smile on his face.

Thanks.

You're welcome, that's all I can do.

While speaking, Mu Da glanced at the submarine parked in the warehouse again.

The scratches and wounds left on the metal shell obviously don't look like those left by the federal fleet's depth charges and torpedoes.

Although he didn't think the truth was of any use, his intuition told him that maybe he could really find out something this time...