This Game Is Too Realistic

Both the captain and the deputy captain of the guard died in battle. Hunter never thought that he, an old guy who was about to retire, was ordered to take over the command of the guard when he was in danger.

no way.

Can only go up.

There are tens of thousands of people in the entire port area, and the Willant people account for 30% of them.

In any case, nothing can happen to these people!

Even if he dies, he still has to stop the thugs outside!

Looking at the terrified guards, Hunter gritted his teeth and roared loudly.

Drag some boxes! Empty ones are fine! Whether it's sand, stones or even rotten apples, stuff them all in for me, and block several major intersections! Quick! Move!

Then he looked at the youngest boy in the guard and yelled at the man.

Newman! Go back and send a telegram! Ask for help from Yongye Port! Be sure to tell them that something serious has happened here, and ask them to send at least a team of 1,000 people... No, a team of 10,000 people!

He wasn't sure if there were so many troops stationed in Yongye Port, but the current situation was no longer something he could handle with his few people.

I heard that the munitions temporarily stored in the warehouse can arm an entire team of 10,000 people. Once those thugs form an organization, the chaos might spread to the entire Shizhou!

The young man named Newman nodded his head quickly and hurried towards the security station.

Under Hunter's order, the guards on the scene moved quickly, and a group of ten quickly built a defense line.

It has to be said that at critical times, the Willant people are relatively united.

Seeing that the guards were not manned enough, some young and strong guys joined in and helped them transport the barricades to the entrance and exit of the street.

The roads leading to the port area from other urban areas were quickly blocked, and some civilians who tried to squeeze into the port area for refuge were all fired by the Willant guards to drive them away.

As for those who tried to break through the checkpoints, Hunter did not hesitate, and decisively ordered all of them to be killed.

At this time, it is no longer possible to distinguish who is a civilian and who is a thug, and whoever is not safe has a grenade or a pistol in his pocket.

The brothers in his hands couldn't even make up a centurion, and he couldn't take any risks.

Fire! While roaring loudly, he was the first to pull the trigger while holding the rifle.

In the sound of bang bang gunshots, several unlucky guys fell to the ground, and in a blink of an eye there were five more corpses on the street.

Seeing that those Willant people looked red-eyed, the civilians who escaped from their homes did not dare to go to the port, and turned around and ran out of the city.

But not everyone is so lucky, and most people are stopped without taking two steps.

These people had cloth strips wrapped around their arms, and their faces were menacing. They didn't look like good people at first glance.

Govinda instinctively wanted to turn around and run in another direction, but it was too late.

One of them stared him in the eye, strode up to him, and immediately thrust a rifle with a bayonet into his hand involuntarily.

The Willant people killed my compatriots, sucked our bone marrow, and humiliated us. They must pay the price in blood!

Looking at the blood-stained rifle in his hand, Govinda was stunned and stammered.

Yes, but I won't...

The man didn't listen to him at all, just grinned and said.

No, it doesn't matter, this thing is very simple to use. The veterans of the Gray Wolf Army said, the bullets are loaded, the safety is opened, the two points are aligned, and the trigger is aimed at those big noses!

Those guards shot so accurately that the bullets seemed to have eyes.

Although they can also kill a few, they often need to pay several times or even ten times the price.

At this time, cannon fodder is very important.

Even if these guys can't hit anyone, they can consume some ammunition in the port area.

When they figured out a way to drag the 100mm gun over, all problems were solved.

Govinda was so anxious that he was about to cry, but seeing the ferocious expression on his face, he swallowed back his begging for mercy.

Seeing that he was so sensible, the guy with the cloth strips on his arm had a grin on his face and pushed his shoulder.

Go, go, show those Willant people some color! Let them know that mice will bite when they are in a hurry!

Now, now? asked Govinda, flustered.

Otherwise? Did I give you the gun to use as a crutch? Hurry up and stop talking nonsense! The man pushed him impatiently and pushed him to the front.

Moving his leaden legs, Govinda desperately walked towards the port, and the sound of distant gunshots sounded like a curse to his ears.

Not far from the side, there was a guy who escaped from the port like him, who seemed to be a citizen of the lion clan.

These lunatics also tried to give him the gun, but the guy not only refused to take it, but also swore at them arrogantly, and was knocked down by the butt of the gun.

Govinda didn't dare to look back, but heard a gunshot behind him, and then the man fell silent.

He closed his eyes in pain.

The mouse god is on top.

He seldom prayed on weekdays, but at this moment he couldn't help but recite the scriptures.

Please bless your children...

...

Just as the firefights were raging on the streets around the port area, the bustling wharf became even more chaotic at this moment.

People were screaming and shoving, trying to get through the front wall and onto the long pier.

The only two boats were so full that they had to leave the dock.

Even so, some people did not give up and simply dropped their luggage and swam over.

In order to escape this chaotic port, people have gone completely crazy, trying to board all the means of transportation that can be used to go to sea.

Even the small fishing boats temporarily moored by the pier were bought by the Willante and the nobles of the lion tribe who were in a hurry to escape, forcing the fishermen to go out to sea.

Unfortunately, these small fishing boats simply do not have the ability to travel across oceans.

One of the fishing boats, which was less than eight meters long, was packed full of more than forty people. As a result, it was not far out to sea when a wave overturned it!

Looking at the person who was slammed into the water by the waves, there were exclamations from the shore.

Some brave boys jumped into the sea to save people, but not even half of them made it to shore.

Seeing the tragic situation of those who fell into the water, the people who were in a hurry to escape finally calmed down a bit, but the despair pressing on their hearts did not decrease at all, and even became more intense.

The whole port is crazy.

And until now, most people don't know what happened.

All they heard was a loud explosion from the warehouse area, followed by black smoke. Everyone rushed to put out the fire, but the fire got stronger and stronger.

A potbellied Willant trader stood on the harbor, cursing in shock and rage in the direction of the port area.

Damn it...these bastards are not doing enough to accomplish anything! I can't manage just this little bit of people! When Governor Hu Ye comes back, I must write to him and ask him to get rid of these bastards!

The cursing sound was quickly drowned in the noisy sound waves, as worthless as a grain of rice in the rice warehouse.

Looking at the crowded pier, Margaery, who was holding her daughter's hand, turned slightly pale.

There are no more boats.

Although she thought that there might be accidents at the port these days, she didn't expect the accident to happen so quickly and so violently!

To be honest, she felt more than once that the exploitation of her compatriots by those local aristocrats was a bit too much.

The Southern Legion controlled quite a few colonies, and they often hired local people to work, but she had never heard of anyone there living on one or two hundred dinars a month.

How could this survive!

Sure enough, the never-ending greed finally ushered in a backlash. Just a fire turned the boiling resentment into a complete rebellion.

The dark-skinned maid stood behind the mother and daughter, her eyes full of worry.

Ma'am... I don't feel safe on the street, let's go home first.

Hearing that advice, Margaery smiled wryly.

Is it safe at home?

Although the guards were still fighting, she was honestly not very optimistic about those people.

First of all, they are not a regular army, and secondly, their number is too small, and their equipment is even more problematic.

If they can't control the situation in a short period of time, they will soon face ten times or even dozens of times the mob.

Looking at the anxious mother on her face, Ruby gently tugged at her hand.

Mom... Aren't we going to find sister An Suya?

Although she was anxious, in order not to worry her daughter, Margaery squeezed a gentle smile from her face, and reached out to gently stroke her fluffy and soft hair.

Mom planned to take you there tomorrow...but something happened now.

Ruby tilted her head, curiosity written all over her face.

Accident?

Margaery nodded slightly, and said softly.

Well, but don't worry...give mom a little time, there will be a way.

Ruby nodded sensiblely, then obediently closed her mouth and stopped talking.

The dark-skinned maid looked at Margaery and tried to suggest.

What if...Earl Sharma sends someone to pick us up? With the relationship between Mr. and him, it should be worth the risk.

Margaery said worriedly.

Then at least we have to wait until midnight... I'm afraid that the people here won't last until midnight.

The maid said worriedly.

But taking a boat is no longer possible. I think you should find a way to get help from the locals.

It makes sense... Margaret took a deep breath and calmed herself down, Go home first, and send a telegram to Earl Sharma to arrange a meeting place. If the port area of ​​Xifan Port has not fallen, Let's meet at the nearby Nightingale Street exit, if...if it's already fallen...

You can go to the church of the Silver Moon Church, the maid said immediately. Priest Melgio is a very good person. I sometimes go there to pray. He will definitely help us.

Margaery was stunned for a moment, and there was still some worry in her eyes, but in the end she could only nod her head.

The Weilante people's reputation in Silver Moon Bay is not good. After all, the Eastern Legion once burned the war to the edge of Petra Fortress in the Hump Kingdom.

but……

Right now, I can only ask them for help.

There is a telephone system in Xifan Port, but communication with other settlements outside the city can only be done by telegraph.

In order not to waste time, the group hurried back home again, and rushed to the telegraph in a hurry.

To Margaret's surprise, after hearing about their situation, Earl Sharma immediately sent his servants to Xifan Port, expecting to arrive at twelve o'clock in the morning.

Today's port area can no longer be entered at will, and the two sides have agreed on a secret signal in the telegram when they meet, that is, raising a white flag and waving it left and right.

Afterwards, Margaery would ask her acquaintances in the guards to let the guards guarding the entrance of Nightingale Street let in the people who came to pick her up...

Seeing the reply on the telegraph, Margaery breathed a sigh of relief, and sat limply on the chair.

Before she knew it, her back was soaked with sweat.

The maid standing aside handed her a towel and said with sincere emotion.

Finally saved...

Margaery smiled wryly.

...I hope so.

It's too early to tell...

...

It was not long before night fell over the port.

On the streets adjacent to the port area and other urban areas, the fighting situation has entered a fierce battle from the initial temptation.

At present, there are tens of thousands of people besieging the port area.

Among them were dock laborers, but also laborers in steel and cement factories, or cotton mills and sugar factories.

In addition, there are some slaves who were involved, disabled veterans of the gray wolf army, and even citizens of the Lion tribe who were forced to join in.

Some people have no choice but to be pointed at by other thugs. If they don’t hand in the vote, don’t beat up the Willant people, and don’t follow the “uprising” together, then they are the accomplices of the Willant people, nobles Their minions, that is, the legitimate objects of robbery, plunder, and violence by others.

Others are speculators, the same guys who pointed guns at the former.

They quickly pulled up a flagpole, attracted a group of people who were as fierce as themselves, deterred some who were still hesitating, and clamored to establish a lion country or something similar in Shizhou, just like Nalaxi Same.

However, the difference is that they didn't think about what program to use at all, let alone what to do when things were done.

As for the other majority, most of them joined this clueless uprising willingly.

Some people were deducted from wages, some were fed up with the humiliation of the Willant people, and some were jealous of the authority and wealth of the Willant people.

It didn't matter who lit the fire, the seething flame was already burning in their hearts.

The explosion in the port area was the fuse of everything, so why not the whip in Najib's hand?

According to people's word of mouth, they wrapped the cotton cloth snatched from the port area around their arms as a sign to identify the enemy and the enemy, and agreed whose brother would take down the Governor's Palace and tear down the flag hanging on it, who would He is the king of the Lion Kingdom!

As for the others, they will be the chief ten thousand of the king!

After sacrificing nearly a hundred cannon fodder, the insurgents gradually discovered the lack of manpower of the guards and began to take a more violent offensive.

At the same time, the 100mm artillery that had been used in the fierce battle in the warehouse district before was also pushed into the street.

However, Hunter did not let these thugs succeed, but seized the opportunity to decisively issue an order, and let the police armored vehicle hidden in the alley rush straight up.

Before the deployment of the artillery was completed, the 10mm heavy machine gun on the roof of the car was loaded with a click, and it was a sudden sweep of the thugs.

Storm-like shrapnel raged on the street, leaving rows of craters the size of fists, and even forced down a wall!

A group of thugs hiding behind the artillery died suddenly, leaving only a ground of corpses like pieces of flesh.

The bloody scene shocked many people.

Especially those guys who were about to charge up with assault rifles, they were all scared by the shocking scene and retreated to the cover.

Hang the tow rope on the cannon and drag it back! Hurry up! Hunter, who was commanding from a distance, yelled into the walkie-talkie and gave an order.

A guard quickly jumped out of the car and hastily hooked the hook lock to the tail of the artillery, while his teammates picked up the ammunition box containing the shells and hid back in the car.

With the door closed, the armored vehicle started the engine again, pulled the 100mm artillery, and drove towards the port area desperately.

An Iron Fist rocket flew over in the distance, but fortunately it missed, and instead knocked down a nearby house.

The armored vehicle driving back to the position stopped completely, and the guards who got off the vehicle all had expressions of shock on their faces.

One of them didn't realize he had been shot in the calf until he got out of the car, bleeding profusely.

Hunter ordered the nurses from the port area to bandage their wounds, and then he saw the secretary of the governor's office walking towards them.

How's the battle going?

Looking at the anxious face, Hunter said in a deep voice.

It's hard to do, how long we can last depends purely on when they get organized.

The secretary's breath stagnated, and he asked in a trembling voice.

Then... how many people do we have...

Hunter pouted and said.

Counting the local guards called from other areas, it should be no problem to make up 200.

How did this happen?!

It's not bad to have this, just now we couldn't even make up fifty people here...

When it came to this, Hunter couldn't help cursing.

There are too few people here! I don't understand why Yongye Port, which has only a few hundred thousand people, can station a team of 10,000 people, while Xifan Port, which has more than one million people, has only a team of 100 people. ! And it’s a non-staff guard!”

Does it make sense to say it now?

The secretary had a wry smile on his face, but he still explained.

We also have our own difficulties... There are not many troops directly under Triumph City, only the Imperial Army and the City Defense Army of His Majesty the Marshal. After all, we are still different from the Southern Army.

To put it bluntly, the civil service group does not have its own troops, and if something goes wrong, they can only find other people to wipe their ass.

Fortunately, they have a good relationship with the Southern Army, and there are even people in the guard who have served in the Southern Army before.

Hunter cursed secretly.

You'd better think of a way... There are more than 3,000 Weilante people here, and many of them are famous figures in Triumph City. If you let them hurt a finger, you are ready to bear it. The anger of Triumph City!

I'll try to figure it out... The governor's secretary wiped the hot sweat from his forehead and suddenly asked, By the way, where is Najib? Let that guy persuade—

Don't think about that idiot! Half of this group—no, at least two-thirds are here for that idiot! Hunter cursed, Let me catch him, I'll have to pick him up No skin!

He turned his back on the negotiated salary within a month, and he didn't expect this coquettish operation.

He couldn't figure out why he had to pick those two dinars from a group of short-lived ghosts. Even the feudal lords of the Eastern Legion would not do such a stupid thing.

Is it because they don't distribute enough profits to those guys?

Why not learn from it!

At this moment, a clerk from the Security Bureau ran over in a panic, stopped in front of Hunter, and gasped out of breath.

Call back from Yongyegang! Their troops have already set off, let us hold on!

Hunter asked immediately.

How long will it take for them to arrive!

The clerk swallowed.

They are in the southern hemisphere... the fastest, probably three days.

three days...

Hearing this number, Hunter's mood instantly sank into the abyss of despair.

Here people's lives are counted in hours, they can't last that long!

And at this moment, a deafening explosion suddenly came from the street not far away.

The scorching shock wave destroyed several houses and swept away a hundred meters away like a hurricane.

The three subconsciously lowered their bodies to avoid it, and the scorching stone almost flew past their scalps.

Damn it! What's going on?

Struggling to get up from the ground in embarrassment, the secretary looked in the direction of the explosion with an expression of shock on his face, but only saw the bloody corpses on the ground.

The thugs got a cargo truck from nowhere, stuffed the truck with explosives and shells, and then stepped on the gas pedal to death and crashed directly into their bunker.

The police armored vehicle was overturned directly.

Including the 100mm artillery they just snatched, was also blown up by the roadside.

The dozen or so guards guarding behind the street bunker were almost completely wiped out! Still twitching on the ground without dying...

And those civilians who helped transport supplies were also killed and injured by the bombing.

Looking at the instantly collapsed defense line, a trace of complete despair was printed on Hunter's face.

Oh shit……

These lunatics!

The mob with guns seemed to have underestimated the power of the explosion, and was shocked by the shock wave.

But in the end they had the upper hand in numbers. Even if some people were affected by the aftermath of the explosion, it still had nothing to do with the situation of the entire battle.

And when they saw that the defense line in the port area was finally blown open, the morale that had been crumbling was instantly raised again, and even the cannon fodder who were encouraged to push to the front line began to shout excitedly.

A man with a bladed assault rifle walked to the front of the team, swept across the front, and then yelled loudly at his teammates behind him.

Brothers! Go up to me! The Willant people put all the valuable treasures in the port!

Before we looked at them and thought they were dirty, now it's our turn to slap them hard!

Whoever grabs it will belong to him!

The roar attracted the response of countless people, and the voices one after another filled the entire street, and the eyes that were scarred were emitting a more ferocious red light, like hungry wolves seeing fat.

Come on, brothers!

Steal money! Steal people!

Oh oh oh!

The crowds of people rushed to the gap in the defense line like a flood, and the remaining hundred or so guards were as insignificant as a tree-shaking float.

Even if they still have a police armored vehicle left in their hands, it will not help at all.

Those thugs have dug out the Iron Fist bazooka in the warehouse. In front of the armor-piercing shells, the iron sheet of the police armored vehicle is like paper.

The flames of the explosion rose and fell amidst the exclamation of the crowd, and the eyes of the people crowded by the pier were full of despair.

On the way to cover the retreat of the governor's secretary, Hunter was finally shot through the throat after killing three thugs, and fell to the ground with his eyes wide open.

Just like his captain and vice-captain...

Although the Willanters are a race born for fighting, they are not outright monsters like mutants after all.

At most, they are stronger than ordinary people in various physical functions, mature earlier, and have higher fighting will than ordinary people.

And, there is no pension, and it does not occupy any resources of the War Construction Committee.

Putting these aside, they will die just like the players, if they are shot in the vitals.

I surrender!

Facing the tide of mobs, the governor's secretary decisively chose to surrender.

This is not only for himself, but also for the more than 3,000 Weilante residents in the port area, and even the tens of thousands of people living here.

Looking at the group of guys who were about to pull the muzzles to his nostrils, he cleared his throat and said in a serious tone.

You have won, and the port is yours now. But before you celebrate your victory, let me see your representative, and I will speak to him.

He kept his posture very low, although he didn't take these guys in front of him seriously.

A group of thugs who have neither a program of action nor a clear appeal are no better than those looters in the wasteland.

When the reinforcements from Yongye Port arrive, they can be pressed against the wall and rubbed against the wall in minutes.

He had no doubts in his mind.

After waiting for a while, a man carrying the legion flag came out from the crowd.

There was a scar on the man's jaw, like a gunshot wound left by a bullet. If he didn't die, it could only be a fortune teller.

Although his eyes were light, there was an imperceptible sternness hidden in his eyes, like a wolf dormant in the snow.

Obviously, he's been on the battlefield.

Maybe it was brought out by McLenne...

What would you like to talk with me?

Staring at the man in front of him, the governor's secretary swallowed and said.

...The wealth here belongs to you, let us go.

The man chuckled, glanced left and right, and then looked at him again.

Then write off everything today?

The governor's secretary was silent for a while, and said vaguely.

...It can be discussed.

Talk about a fart!

Don't send this guy to the gallows, and his name will be written backwards in the future!

It is true that the civilian group does not have any troops directly under it, but this does not mean that they are soft persimmons.

They have money and can buy those mercenaries from the colonies to fight for them.

Not only that, they can even call their friends from the Confederate Legion to come and help.

The man twitched the corners of his lips, obviously not believing what he said, but said lightly.

We talked to you again and again, and every time we got either perfunctory or ridiculed... Is it fun? Eight dinars become six dinars.

The governor's secretary swallowed, and once again cursed that idiot named Najib in his heart.

We only found out about this... It's not appropriate for you to be counted on our head.

The man sneered.

It doesn't matter, you are in the same group, so what will happen if you find out? Can you still give us a head start?

The governor's secretary looked him in the eye.

So... you set the fire?

I hope it's me, but it's a pity that someone was one step ahead of me. The man shook his head lightly, with a regretful expression on his face, It wasn't anyone who lit the fire, but the anger of the residents of Xifan Port. The wrath of all but you.

...Then are you ready to bear the wrath of the legion? The governor's secretary's voice was threatening, trying to force the other party to make concessions.

However, that person had an indifferent expression, he just took the torch from his accomplice and lit the flag on his shoulder.

That was pulled from the Governor's Palace.

He had already used this flag to prove his identity as the Lion King, and it was useless to keep it.

Although he is a werewolf, it is not uncommon for a wolf to lead the lions.

Seeing the military flag burning in flames, the governor's secretary's face was full of anger.

The man tossed the flaming flag aside, grinned, and put the pistol in his head.

I was thrown by you to fight the League, fight with Lacy, and finally I was thrown here to be moldy. Believe me, I have heard more than ten times more lies than people here, so I know you are better than them. What kind of virtue... none of the words that come out of your mouth are credible.

Negotiations are bound to fail, especially now.

His only way to survive is to involve the entire Shizhou people, and burn the flame that started from the warehouse area to a farther place.

Such as Tiandu.

Only when he wins Tiandu and becomes the master of Borneo province, can he really gain the capital to negotiate with the legion.

And if it doesn't work, it can fall to the alliance.

Looking at this crazy guy, a trace of sweat dripped from the forehead of the governor's secretary, and he couldn't help but glance at the gun on his forehead.

So you're not going to talk about it...

The man smiled.

My name is Janusz, and like most people here, I was just an unknown person before tonight... But I swear, from now on, my name will shake the whole continent.

He didn't shoot, he didn't even fire the insurance, he just waved to his companions beside him.

Bury this big nose in the red soil.

After a pause, he added another sentence later.

Remember, buried alive.

Let him reincarnate here in his next life, to taste the hardships we have suffered.

Being dragged away by the arms of two thugs, the governor's secretary stared at him with wide eyes and roared angrily.

You bastard... do you know what you're doing? You're killing yourself!

Janusz ignored the dying guy at all, but looked at his companion behind him, and then at the brightly lit pier crowded with people.

A ferocious smile curled up at the corner of his mouth, and he opened his voice and shouted loudly.

Enjoy the victory! Do whatever you want, you deserve it!

And those who have been humiliating us all this time should pay some interest on their stupidity.

This is what they deserve! Give me a ruthless liquidation of these guys!

Oh oh oh!!

Excited cheers resounded from all around, and green lights appeared in pairs of eyes.

Thanks to General Aryan for clearing the walls and clearing the wilderness, he has tasted some despair on the state border of the Mammoth State. The only regret is that he has not tasted the Willant people.

A race born for battle must be as difficult to tame as a fierce horse.

Hope not to disappoint him.