This Game Is Too Realistic

The eastern suburb of the City of Thousand Pillars.

A series of meandering trenches were carved on the position like twisted centipedes, forcibly cutting the land in half.

The soldiers wearing steel helmets stood nervously in the trenches, holding their rifles tightly in both hands, leaning forward, staring at the wilderness ahead with their eyes narrowed.

Although it was a rare sunny day in the rainy season, an invisible black cloud weighed on everyone's heads, whether it was the soldiers in the trenches or the fish in the Yongliu River, they were all overwhelmed.

Inside the forward observation post.

General Arayan stared at the distant slope with his brows furrowed.

There were deep wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, the dark bags under his eyes were slightly swollen, his pupils were cloudy like the water of an ever-flowing river, and there were a few strands of silver hidden in his temples. That haggard face seemed to have aged a dozen years overnight, completely different from the high-spirited look a week ago.

The same goes for Gopal who was standing next to him, with an expression of not having slept well, and he, who has always been the most assertive, seemed taciturn at the moment.

A whole team of 10,000 people was captured by the establishment...

This kind of thing has never happened since the birth of a dynasty in Borneo!

This is not only a disgrace to a few of their officers, but also a disgrace to the entire Gray Wolf Army—and even all the wolf clansmen!

What is even more worrying is the more than 10,000 captured werewolf warriors.

Their captors were the most vicious thugs in King Gallen Port, a group of slaves tortured to the point of twisting both physically and mentally.

God knows how badly the pride of the werewolves will be humiliated if they fall into their hands.

However, even if they were worried about what happened to those boys, they were temporarily unable to care about those poor guys.

At the same time that the news of the defeat on the front line reached the capital, His Majesty who was far away in the capital quickly sent a telegram, asking them to retreat 100 kilometers to defend around the City of Thousand Pillars, and to stop all attacks on the alliance. action.

The City of Thousand Pillars is the holy city of the Xilan Empire, and it is also the holy place in the minds of all Borneo survivors. The iron chains wrapped around the totem poles symbolize the blessings to this land. Every year, there will be a large number of Believers go here to worship to pray for inner peace and tranquility.

Once the alliance wins here, not only will the royal family of the Xilan Empire be demolished, but the stability of the entire province will be seriously affected.

The thugs who burned, killed and looted in the name of doomsday will sweep across the entire Borneo Province.

In any case, this settlement must not fall into the hands of the Alliance!

General Aryan is ready to fight to the death.

At this time, his adjutant trotted in from the trench behind, panting heavily and gave a military salute.

Report! The buildings in the battle area have been emptied, and there is no bunker or field on the entire front! I assure you, except for our people, not to mention the survivors, not even a mouse can be seen!

Aryan nodded, and did not ask where the survivors who got in the way were sent, but continued to raise the binoculars in his hand and stare at the east.

There was silence, except for a few abandoned shabby houses, there was also no trace of human smoke.

Staff officer Gopal standing next to him finally spoke.

The coalition complied with the ceasefire agreement...it seems like they don't want to make things too big after all.

There was a hint of joy in his voice.

However, almost as soon as his words fell, a faint shadow of dust appeared in the distant wilderness.

The moment they saw the dust shadow, all the officers in the observation post were taken aback for a moment, and Alayan, who came back to his senses first, roared loudly.

Ready to fight!

At the same time as the roar fell, an ear-piercing alarm sounded instantly on the trench more than ten kilometers wide.

The machine gunner squatting on the machine gun bunker hurriedly loaded the ammunition belt, and the gunner hurriedly turned the winch, almost grinding the winch out of sparks.

Soldiers with rifles came out of the explosion-proof bunkers, their chests firmly pressed against the edge of the trench, and their terrified eyes went out together with the rifles in their hands.

A pair of shining bayonets flashed dazzlingly under the scorching sun.

Everyone was staring nervously at the dust shadow that was getting closer, waiting for the order to fire, and silently praying in their hearts that the order would never come.

Most people here have experienced the great escape by the Yongliu River. Tens of thousands were chased by two hundred people, and some even jumped into the river.

The memory of fear is deeply rooted in the hearts of every wolf soldier.

No one wants to relive the horror of that day...

Alaiyan's face was as heavy as water, and he didn't say a word, as if he was thinking about something. Gopal, who was standing aside, was sweating profusely, and his hand holding the telescope was shaking.

Here is the front line-

He swallowed and said nervously.

General, if the alliance brazenly tore up the ceasefire agreement, this is the front line, and we should at least step back—

In fact, they've torn up.

Before the official ceasefire agreement was signed, the soldiers of the alliance were not allowed to step out of Jin Gallon Port. The only thing that needs to be determined now is whether the person is a member of the alliance or a group of puppet troops composed of rebels and thugs.

hold on.

Alayan interrupted him, staring straight ahead.

The shadow of dust was finally approaching.

An armored off-road vehicle painted in a desert color caught the eyes of the officers and stopped about a kilometer away from the trench.

Some sharp-eyed soldiers at the front could even see it with the naked eye, and the palms of their rifles could not help but ooze sweat.

While everyone was waiting with bated breath, the car door was pushed open, and a soldier wearing an exoskeleton jumped out of the car.

He was carrying a flagpole on his shoulders, which was three people tall when unfolded. On the blue background of the flag was a bunch of golden strips with distinct roots, and the upper left corner was the emblem of the alliance.

All the officers were stunned when they saw this, not knowing what he was going to do. The soldiers in the trenches felt a sinking heart, and despair was about to emerge.

no doubt—

That exoskeleton is the Alliance!

They didn't even change into civilian clothes...

The wind blowing along the Yongliu River made the flag fluttering, [Zero Chong] unbuttoned the visor and eyepiece of the helmet to let the air in, but was almost exhausted by the smoke.

Smiling awkwardly towards the silent and serious trench in the distance, he closed the mask again, and then heavily inserted the three-person-high flagpole into the soil under his feet.

Driven by the exoskeleton, the flagpole pierced the soil as deep as a person, not only beside the Yongliu River, but also in the hearts of all the werewolf soldiers.

The soldiers and officers in the trenches in the distance watched helplessly, but none of them fired, swallowing the humiliation silently.

An imperial soldier gritted his teeth and wanted to aim, but the captain at the side reached out and held the barrel of the gun, shaking his head to stop him.

Gopal at the observation post swallowed again, smiled embarrassingly, and said calmly.

They're pretty restrained...

Aryan didn't speak, and neither did the adjutant behind him. He laughed dryly again, consciously and bored, and returned his attention to the telescope in his hand.

The soldier who finished planting the flag returned to the car, and then an iron chain seemed to be thrown from the back of the car, and a plow-like thing was tied to the chain.

The off-road vehicle restarted, turned a corner on the spot, and galloped away in a direction parallel to the trench, with its back facing the Yongliu River.

The huge tires threw up billowing dust, and the tight iron chains made clanking noises, plowing a ravine that was not too deep or shallow on the ground.

At this moment, the officers standing in the observation post finally understood what they meant, and anger climbed onto every face.

The flagpole is inserted into the position of the ceasefire line!

Facing the 300,000 troops of the empire, they only sent one flagpole!

This is Chi Guoguo's provocation!

It is a provocation to the Gray Wolf Army and even the entire empire!

These bastards! The adjutant standing behind Alayan yelled, wishing he could rush up and shoot the car in the rear, then looked at General Alayan and said sincerely, General! Order it! They tore up the agreement first !

Aryan didn't speak, but the staff officer Gopal who was standing aside was startled when he heard the words, and quickly tried to dissuade him.

The ceasefire agreement has not been signed yet, and ordering those bandits to stay in the inhabited area is only a unilateral request of His Majesty... They really have no obligation to abide by the agreement that has not been signed. It is inaccurate to say that they have broken the agreement.

Don't we just watch this group of guys sneak back under our noses?! The adjutant clenched his fists angrily, Don't talk about what the soldiers think, how can we explain to His Majesty?!

This is exactly what His Majesty meant... Gopal coughed lightly, and hurriedly said in a low voice, Do you still remember the edict of the ceasefire? The important content is written in the title, and the content is actually a second need……

Aryan nodded silently, still did not speak, just silently put down the binoculars, and left the observation post on the front line past the adjutant with a surprised expression.

Gopal is quite right.

What a loyal subject should be most sympathetic to is His Majesty's painstaking efforts, but ability is not the most important quality.

If he really insisted on ordering the fire, even if 300,000 troops rushed out and crushed King Gallon Port into pieces, even if he finally won a proud victory, he would not end well, at most three to five Every year, the weeds on the grave can rise several feet.

And if you listen carefully to every word of His Majesty, even if you fight the most stupid battle, at most you will be reprimanded for a few words, and then you will be slobbered by the people of Tiandu, and in the end you will probably hold it up high. Put it down gently, and you won't really suffer any punishment.

Isn't it what a courtier should do to share some infamy for the royal family?

Looking at the lonely figure who turned and walked back to the trench, Gopal felt a little uncomfortable, although he was relieved in his heart.

Sighing lightly, he reached out and patted the shoulder of the wide-eyed adjutant, and also passed by the latter, following the general who was returning to the frontline headquarters.

Today the Yongliu River is calm and there is no fighting on the Eastern Front.

Later, an edict was issued, saying that there was a gentle breeze on the outskirts of the city of Thousand Pillars, and occasionally alliance armor broke in brazenly. They wanted to cross the ceasefire line and attack sneakily, but saw that General Alayyan's defense line was impenetrable, and there was no chance to take advantage of it, so he threw down the military flag. Fleeing.

The photo of the fleeing was printed on the poster.

The billowing dust raised by the wheels looked really hasty, and it could be regarded as rehabilitating the disgraced General Arayan and restoring a little bit of his reputation.

In the middle of the night, the off-road vehicle that fled from the desert finally fled back to King Gallon Port along the coastline.

Looking at the faint lights in the distance, [Erliang Moonlight] sitting in the driver's seat yawned long, and muttered while moving his slightly sore arms.

MMP! Why is it that we do this kind of thing every time, with a lot of money and little money?

Sitting in the co-pilot seat and hanging up the phone, [Mountain and River Dreaming] did not speak, but subconsciously glanced at the rearview mirror, hoping that a certain true freshman would reflect on himself.

However, perhaps because the [Version Firstborn] was sitting next to him, Ling Chong obviously didn't realize that the true firstborn was himself.

Obviously misunderstood the meaning of the captain's eyes, he straightened up from the seat, and said happily.

I've been running around for a day, and when I go back, I can find someone to press?

Shanhe coughed.

Don't go into the fellow's house again.

Zero Chong smiled and squeezed his eyebrows.

Who is so bored to come into a fellow villager's house? I mean, there is a Jio laundry service in the north of the city.

The [Version Firstborn] who just woke up was stunned for a moment, just in time to hear the second half of the sentence, and subconsciously blurted it out.

Fuck, who did it?

Zero Chong laughed.

It doesn't matter which talent he is, he is probably a professional player in life... Don't worry, Blue Gopher is not lying to Blue Gopher, it must be legitimate! The locals are not legitimate!

Since the battle report was posted on the forum last time, many players have come to join the fun in Golden Gallon Port recently, mainly those who are active in the Silver Moon Bay area. They not only brought money and goods, but also brought in some industries there.

At present, there is a lot of waste in Jin Gallon Port, and there are business opportunities everywhere.

Even if the residents of Dawn City had an extra coat in their closets and a pair of shoes in their shoe cabinets, in reality, that would be enough money to buy a suite.

Therefore, professional players from all walks of life also showed their talents. Whether it was to make money from the locals or from the garrisons, they thought of almost all the ways they could think of.

Of course, the industries operated by the players are relatively formal. After all, the circle of beta test players is too small, and people will beep on the forum for any trivial matter, and it is still not good to be seen by the dog planner.

Forget it.

The first version of the version yawned boredly, changed his posture, and closed his eyes again like a kidney deficiency, I'd better go back and continue to be informal.

moonlight:??

Zero Chong: ???

Shanhe: ...

MMP!

How on earth did he get these top prizes!

...

Although the formal ceasefire agreement has not yet been signed, due to the restraint of the warring parties, the temporary ceasefire agreement has come into effect through the tacit understanding of the two sides.

The players stationed at King Gallon Port drew a territory with a total area of ​​about 10,000 square kilometers based on the data from the drone survey and mapping, using the port as the fulcrum.

Compared with the buffer zone proposed by the Xilan Empire, the announcement drafted by the players is much more straightforward.

They first announced the establishment of the Z government in the King Gallon Port area, and then claimed the actual control of the area in the name of the King Galleon Port.

At present, the police chief of Jingalun Port is served by Director Bihari, and the director of the Security Bureau of the port area and Tulip Street is replaced by the former duty chief Mandal.

Except that the president of the former settlement court was dismissed because he refused to work for the new authorities, and was replaced by a citizen who used to serve as a trial clerk in the port district court, the rest included customs, taxation, education, transportation, fire protection, etc. There is no change in the positions of various administrative departments in the country.

In addition, a civil defense office has been specially set up in Jin Gallon Port.

The original First Avengers Corps was officially renamed the Militia Corps and was under the command of the Civil Defense Office, but the wartime command was in the hands of the Alliance troops stationed at the port.

The former commander of the regiment, Lassi, was promoted to the director of the Civil Defense Office, in charge of strategic scheduling and logistics, and no longer directly commanded front-line combat troops and participated in front-line battles.

Although this guy is a talent, both in terms of instigation and execution are far beyond other freed slaves, but being too impulsive is also a problem that cannot be ignored.

Therefore, after discussions among the players on the forum, they finally decided to move him a little farther from the front line and transfer him to the back to sit in the office.

In this way, he can cultivate his military literacy, maybe he can use it in the future, and second, he can prevent this guy from doing small tricks, such as shooting randomly at the front line.

In this regard, as a series of personnel appointments were arranged, the framework of a temporary regional Z government was set up hastily.

Players who are good at doing things even designed a new currency for this nascent regional regime—the gallon, and the exchange rate with the silver coin is tentatively set at 10:1.

That is, 1 silver coin equals 10 gallons.

The reason for doing this is mainly because the Xilan Empire has closed the market to the Golden Gallon Port, and the local purchasing power of the Xilan Coin continues to depreciate, and it is not like the French Fry Port that belongs to the territory of the alliance. It is still inconvenient for players to transfer It directly accesses the affiliate's marketplace.

After all, if it is really done like that, it is tantamount to forcibly pulling a settlement with a population of one million into the customs union, and it is hard to say who will benefit in the end.

In contrast, getting an intermediate currency is a good choice.

In this way, Golden Gallon Port can formulate a loose or tightened monetary policy according to its own economic needs, and the inflation caused by excessive currency issuance will not impact the alliance's market.

As for the original Xilan coin, it can still circulate freely in the settlements, or the survivors can smuggle the materials needed for the port from other parts of Borneo province according to their own ability.

However, some imported items including food and production tools that are denominated by silver coins shipped from the alliance need to be purchased with gallon coins issued by the Golden Gallon Port Authority.

At the same time, all financial expenditures in the settlement in the Golden Gallon Port, whether it is personnel salary expenses or goods purchases, will be gradually changed from foreign currency (Xilan currency) settlement to self-issued gallon currency payment.

While the regional tax rate remains unchanged, it will also be replaced with the new legal currency according to the change of the settlement currency.

As for the right to issue the currency, of course it is held by the authorities of the Golden Galleon Port, and the issuer is the Hong Kong Bank of the Golden Galleon Port.

Except for the vacant position of the city lord, the entire settlement has basically returned to the track of order from defense to public security.

The current settlement temporarily implements the laws of the alliance.

When the time is right, the Baiyue shareholders will consider calling representatives from various local industries and strata to set up a representative meeting similar to Shuguang City, and formulate a basic law that is suitable for the local actual situation based on the fundamental law of the alliance. common law.

But to be honest, although the order in Jin Gallon Port has returned to the normal track, the efficiency of this huge machine is still painfully slow.

Although the former governor of Nihak was a good bargainer, he was definitely a layman in regional governance.

This can be seen from the slums spread out to the edge of the Governor's Mansion. The entire settlement of millions of people doesn't even have a plan.

The guy would rather put up with the stench so close to him than take money out of his coffers to fix the gutters in the slums.

Not only that, except for the organizational structure of the customs and taxation departments in the entire Jin Gallon Port, there are still some remarkable points. clear……

...

Port area, former Governor's Office.

Looking at the chief of the fire department standing at the desk with a submissive face, Fang Chang couldn't help but tap the ledger on the table with his knuckles and asked.

Where's the money? I want to know where the money went?

The man was taken aback, afraid that this guy would pull out a gun and put it on his head, so he said cautiously.

My lord... the money, isn't it all in your hands?

He had already heard about it.

The first thing the iron men do after landing is to control the Security Bureau, and then the big bank on Tulip Street.

The 500 million dinars that His Majesty kept there all went into the pockets of these people, and the more than 100 billion Xilan coins became war compensation.

Fang Chang rolled his eyes, restrained his temper and continued.

I asked you before! It is clearly written in the account book. The Governor's Mansion allocates 30 million Xilan coins to you every year for the firefighting of King Gallon Harbor. You spend all of this budget every year, but I Why don't you ask how many fire stations there are in the entire settlement, and how many firefighters don't even know!

My lord, the money is mainly dispatched by Governor Nihak. I really haven't seen it before! The man was crying in a hurry, and kept wiping the sweat from his forehead. As for the fire fighting ...It is mainly the survivor groups in each urban area who are responsible for it. We don’t have money, so we can’t turn into a fire brigade.”

Of course, he also took a little, but it was far less than that of Governor Nihak, and the comparison between the two was not an order of magnitude at all.

Fang Chang stared, although he had expected it, he still couldn't help asking.

What the hell is it that you are responsible for yourself?!

Not daring to meet the adult's eyes, the man's eyes moved and looked to the side, stammering and whispering.

Each community has its own organization... In the more remote suburbs, the elders of the same clan arrange a few young guys to prevent disasters. If there are multiple ethnic groups living in the neighborhood, it is usually a few strong guys. Partners collect fire money, and they will go wherever there is a fire.

Fang Chang looked at him blankly.

...What about Tulip Street?

The man said with a bitter face: The owners of those houses have their own servants, and there are people watching the yard every day, so how can it be possible to let the fire start.

Good guy!

Is this autonomy rate full? !

Fang Chang was shocked.

Under normal circumstances, the property fees and services of a community should be directly proportional, but it was completely reversed during the time of Governor Nihak.

There are a lot of tax items in the ledger, and the firefighting expenses are also recorded in detail in the ledger. However, the specific responsible unit cannot operate because of lack of money, so it can only delegate power and responsibility to a lower level, so that the local survivors need their own Form civil society associations to keep basic utilities running and spend money on the same thing again.

In a sense, Governor Nihak who can collect this tax is a talent, and the survivors of this settlement are also talents. The excellent regional matching mechanism in the wasteland perfectly matches them in the together.

If Master Sid is allowed to lead these guys, he will just get out all the ABCDEF coins, and the managers will just fill the drawer of the Governor of Malvern with white notes. The league has played back and forth.

It's not impossible, and natives who pin their hopes on the afterlife are like docile lambs, and it's no wonder the Willanters consider them friends.

Fang Chang felt that his moral standards had been improved a bit because of Miss Dolly, instead of killing these guys severely.

In the past, he would definitely make full use of the rules of the game to squeeze them dry. As for what the people here will do in the future, it's none of his business.

Seeing this lord's eyes flickering, the man was faintly afraid, swallowed unconsciously, and said cautiously.

Actually... slums rarely burn, so you don't have to worry too much about those guys.

After a pause, he tentatively continued.

I've lived here for so many years, but I haven't seen many fires, and I haven't heard of anyone being burned to death. Besides, they usually don't use fire to eat, and they don't use hot water very much. As for the citizens, they It’s not bad to live without us, and it’s not bad to go as usual—”

Then why do I keep you? Anyway, it's the same as before, are you all the same? Unceremoniously choking back the guy's words, Fang Chang threw the ledger on the his chest.

Looking at the man who hastily took the account book, he got up and left the seat, reached out and grabbed the guy by the collar, staring at those dodging eyes and said every word.

Within three days, I want to see a complete list!

There needs to be the actual person in charge of the fire protection issues in each street. I need you to implement each street for me, including the area they are actually responsible for. Even if the area has been demolished, find them for me! Remember! , don’t expect to find a few random people to make up the numbers, we have our own informants at the grassroots level, we are not blind!”

The man was sweating anxiously, with an expression on the verge of crying.

But, my lord...I don't have any manpower. The money is in the hands of Governor Nihak. There are only ten people in our entire department.

He even counted his youngest son who was underage, otherwise the entire department wouldn't be able to get even ten people.

Then go recruit people! Recruit another twenty! Remember, these twenty people are not allowed to recruit from the same clan as you! Not even one!

Yes Yes--!

Seeing the guy scrambling and running out of the office, Fang Chang exhaled the stale air in his chest, picked up the cup on the table and took a sip of tea.

These guys.

If it weren't for the fact that other people were worse, there was no way to pick a tall guy out of a group of short guys, so he had to pick the skilled ones first, and he even wanted to cut them all off!

Picking up the roster on the table, Fang Chang took a deep breath and roared out of the office.

Next! Sewer manager... Prasd! Do you really want to keep the excrement in the cesspit to generate electricity! If you don't clean it up, I'll let you go swimming! Come in!

That hoarse voice was like a judge urging his death.

Everyone in the long queue outside the office trembled when they heard it, fearing that it was him who was called.

But what should come will come after all.

Yes, yes! My lord! I swim!

The man whose name was called turned pale. Under the watchful eyes of two militiamen with rifles, he tremblingly walked out of the line and entered the office door as if rushing to the execution ground.

The hoarse roar soon came again, and all the officers standing at the door shrunk their necks and closed their eyes, as if the saliva had pierced themselves.

Because the problem is almost the same -

It was as if they had met what would happen next.

The two militiamen standing in the corridor with LD-47 on their shoulders couldn't help but yawned, their eyes wandering aimlessly over everyone.

The officer didn't say what to do, so he called the two of them to come over with the guys who were working, and then they came over, but there was no more to say, only a group of officials appointed by the former governor shrank and shivered.

It's almost time for dinner.

I heard that I don't eat beans or soil for dinner today, but something called corn, which is said to be brought from Yinyue Bay by a large cargo ship.

It was an imported product that could not be bought with Xilan coins, and only the old men could afford it. The two of them were already hungry, and their stomachs were growling, and they couldn't help but muttered in their hearts.

When did you start shooting...

I'm back home, brothers, I'm afraid that my work and rest will be messed up again...