This Game Is Too Realistic

At the same time that the reinforcements led by Ross arrived at the port, the soldiers of the Heavenly King Army stationed in Xifan Port were eagerly waiting, ready to teach these big noses a lesson.

Commander Imran, who commanded the first line of defense.

At this moment, he was holding a telescope aided by the Weilante military, and surreptitiously observed the four warships approaching in the distance.

The three of them seemed to be transport ships, and there was a dark thing that should be a warship, but it was too far away to see the specific situation.

Seeing that there was only one warship, Imran felt a little relieved.

It seems that as His Majesty Janusz said, the Legion can't send many people over.

In fact, until four days ago, he was still a centurion of the city defense army, living a happy life of fishing and drying nets, and bullying men and women.

However, because the officer ran away, they defected and joined the rebels almost without firing a shot.

In fact, no wonder they did not resist.

Due to Xilan's special ecological environment, Tiandu had to strictly guard against local forces, and the local nobles were not interested in raising a group of soldiers that they could not command.

Therefore, in the Xilan Empire, the city defense army that grandma doesn't love and uncle doesn't love is the existence with the lowest combat effectiveness. Although there is a city defense in the name, what he does on weekdays has nothing to do with city defense, that is, to bully those mud legs who plow the land, vendors who set up stalls, or street ruffians like them.

Janusz, who was from the Gray Wolf Army, actually looked down on them.

However, maybe it was for the purpose of doing as much as possible, or maybe it was because of the helplessness that no one could use, in the end he accepted them all as they ordered.

not only that.

This benevolent His Majesty the Heavenly King not only retained the original officers of the City Defense Army, but also generously promoted and reused them, and even rewarded them with the rich Xifan Port!

Imran can tell that their Majesty the Heavenly King has a lot of plans!

This noble Heavenly King really intends to overthrow that corrupt and incompetent empire!

It's not like they don't have a chance.

At present, the ace of the empire is in the distant Mammoth State, and there is no time to return to the defense, and it is impossible to return to the defense.

On the other hand, their heavenly king, relying on the legend of the wolf swallowing the sun and the declaration of liberating all slaves, pulled up a large army of 200,000 people in just a few days!

Even if the quality of this army is uneven, and there are serious problems in equipment and supplies, it can't stand their huge scale! And morale is high!

They are like snowballs rolling down from the top of the mountain, not only getting bigger and bigger, but also becoming more and more powerful, and will eventually turn into an avalanche that sweeps everything!

And if this guy really succeeds, then his level is also a meritorious service!

Maybe, I can be named an earl...

While Imran was daydreaming, a cannon shot in the distance suddenly pulled him back to reality.

He shuddered all over, and almost reflexively exerted all his strength, grabbed the walkie-talkie and yelled loudly.

It's the Legion! The Willanters! Those big noses are coming! Everyone is ready to fight—!

The loud voice immediately spread throughout the battlefield through the fried wheat broadcast.

Inspired by that hoarse voice, the entire defense line immediately burst into shouts one after another.

Oh oh oh!!

Dog-speaking Willante!

What the hell! Give these big noses some color!!

The noisy sound was like the squeak of a mouse. At this moment, they were still clamoring for war, and they didn't even realize that they were in disaster.

The first to attack was the 380mm naval gun on the shallow water heavy gunboat.

Thick and long flames soared into the sky from the dark steel deck, like a sharp sword piercing the sky, and like a thunderbolt piercing through the clear sky!

When the deafening roar pushed away the heavy waves, the little mice guarding the port finally realized in a trance what kind of enemy they were facing.

No one has ever dared to provoke these guys who were born for war like they did.

boom--!!!

Boiling lava exploded on the paved road!

Pieces of bricks flew up like plucking onions from the dry land, and the shock wave sweeping like a plow swept the entire street in an instant!

The two 100mm cannons on the street had no time to fire, and they didn't even fully see the shadow of the target before they were crushed into a twisted mass of scrap iron by the scorching shock wave.

The gunner and loader squatting aside didn't even have time to let out a scream, and they were crushed into pieces together with the broken windows along the street.

It was the unlucky ghosts who were squatting on the edge of the explosion area, lying in the ruins like torn rags.

Half dead is the worst.

Those who were wounded twitched and trembled, struggling in the ruins...

ah……

my leg……

Ahhh!

Help...don't...I don't want to die...

The entire port was dead silent.

Only the crackling sound of the broken beams and the howling of wolves and ghosts shrouded in thick smoke remained.

Some people cried bitterly while clutching their broken legs, some curled up like shrimp balls, and some tried in vain to stuff the leaked intestines back into their stomachs...

The soldiers of the Heavenly King Army who were holding guns were all stunned in place.

Facing the street that instantly turned into ruins, they lost their words for an instant.

What it is?

It seemed like a blink of an eye.

The line of defense they spent two days and two nights building was crumpled up and thrown into the sky.

Half of the Centuries were wiped out in an instant, and they didn't even see the Willanters anywhere...

Slap--

Suddenly black rain began to fall from the sky.

The stones and mud that had been blown away by the artillery fire fell swish, hit the bunkers in front of the soldiers, hit the helmets, and even got into the necklines...

Woke up countless people from their sleep!

Commander Imran standing on the front line opened his mouth and wet his pants without realizing it.

He finally knew why Janusz left here in such a hurry.

His thoughts at this moment are exactly the same as that guy, and also the same as his former chief!

In the end, his former chief was the real smart guy, the guy who usually doesn't show his face is more sober than anyone else.

That guy knew from the very beginning that from the moment the rebels occupied the port area, Xifan Port was doomed, whether they resisted or not, they were dead!

That being the case, what is there to resist?

Run for your life!

Imran opened his mouth, restrained the panic on his face, and roared sternly.

...Don't, don't panic! We have a lot of people here! They only have three... oh no, four boats! Don't go ashore if they can, wait until they do... I will make them look good!

Even if it was to buy himself time to escape, he had to let those little mice stand on the front line.

Shouting arrogantly, he backed away, and finally turned off the walkie-talkie connected to the broadcast, and left the job of commanding the soldiers to fight to the trembling adjutant.

As for himself, he found some random excuses indiscriminately, and fled the command post of the front line in a panic under the desperate eyes of the grassroots team.

Just as he prayed, the Willanters really had no plans to go ashore.

At least not now.

The previous shell was just a school shot.

After confirming the point of impact, the long and thick gun barrel spewed out tongues of flame again and again!

The roaring shells covered the entire port, and the defenders who were curled up in the building were scrambling and screaming.

Xifan Port is not a military port, and there are no strong forts or bunkers here.

As for the marble building brought here by the Willant people, it can't provide the slightest cover for the mice hiding inside, and it almost collapses in front of the 380mm heavy artillery.

Just like tofu smashed by a knife!

When the third shell fell, the morale of the thousand-man team of the Heavenly King Army stationed at the port had completely collapsed.

After all, most of the people here don't really know why they are fighting, and what they can do if they win this game. They just feel as if they can win.

It wasn't until the moment the gunfire sounded that they realized how abstract the paste in their heads was. The real war was nothing like what they imagined!

But it's too late to regret...

The roar of the artillery fire did not stop because of their fear and wailing, but rolled over directly above their heads, all the way into the nearby urban area.

Not only did the defenders suffer countless casualties, but so did the civilians in the city. They were ravaged by the rebels a few days ago, and this time they were severely beaten by the Willant people.

The gunfire rang for more than ten minutes, and the formerly bustling port was filled with thick smoke.

enough!

McLennan reached out and grabbed Rose's shoulder, turning the latter's face away.

Rose's eyes were red, and the corners of his mouth twitched like a ghost crawling out of hell.

Enough... Enough? Not enough at all! You saw it too! Look at what they have done! These bastards... I will kill them all! They must pay with their blood!

He roared hysterically, every inch of his face was shaking.

After all, he didn't need to obey McClenn's orders, and at this moment, he even forgot the respect of subordinates for their superiors.

McLenne did not reproach him for his rudeness, after all, he was in the same mood.

I agree with you, but don't forget, that's our port.

McLenne stared at him intently, his eyes were cold, and the hands holding his shoulders were slightly firm.

Besides, don't you think it's too cheap to shoot these animals?

Rose froze for a moment, although his breath was still heavy, but not as crazy as before.

McLennan continued slowly.

Don't you have 'gray man' mercenaries... I have a good idea. They are so brave, let us see how brave they are.

When he said this, a cruel grin gradually appeared on the corner of his tight mouth.

Seeing that cruel smile, Rose suddenly felt a chill down his spine.

He understood what this guy wanted to do.

As expected of the barbarians of the Eastern Legion, the method of torturing people is extraordinary.

but……

This sounds like a good idea.

The corner of Rose's mouth also gradually raised a cruel arc, reaching a consensus with the demon from the Eastern Legion in front of him.

really……

Shooting is too cheap for them.

How about fighting mutants with your bare hands?

Based on what he knew about the Greys, those cattle would dismantle them into parts, and they would dismantle them bit by bit, so as to keep the food in the freshest state...

He no longer wants to treat those guys on the shore as human beings, he just wants to slaughter them all in the cruelest way!

Restraining the smirk at the corner of his mouth, McLenne patted him on the shoulder, and then looked in the direction of the coastline.

...Even if there is one surviving Willant, we have to save them.

Enough venting, now it's time for our lads.

...

As the sound of artillery fire ceased, two transport ships full of soldiers rushed towards the port.

The soldiers standing on the deck had already suppressed their anger, tightly clutching the rifles in their hands, wishing they could devour the beasts on the shore alive!

The Purge team stood in the front row, big men in heavy flak armor holding flamethrowers and revolver barrels in their hands.

These big men are all Willanters who failed to awaken. The unstable fragments buried in their DNA endowed them with tenacity and strength beyond ordinary people, but took away their IQ.

However, even those silly faces were filled with bloodthirsty anger at the moment.

Roar--!

A big man roared, the barrel of the revolver in the handle rested half an inch above his knees, and in the whistling of the revolver released a storm of bullets!

Under the pressure of the storm-like firepower, the soldiers of the Heavenly King Army who were lying behind the bunker had no way to fight back. They could only stick their rifles out of the bunker and sweep randomly.

It is effective to use this trick in street fighting, but if you use this trick at a distance of hundreds of meters, the bullets either fly into the sky, or all of them are swept to the ground.

Apart from wasting ammunition, they can be said to have no effect at all!

The beachhead firepower position by the port was quickly prepared, and the centurions who landed first were immediately divided into ten teams, and they were divided into three echelons to pounce on the wreckage of the building that had been plowed by the artillery fire.

It didn't take long before there were chug gunshots and wailing wailing from the ruins.

A Willant soldier first shot off the leg of a Heavenly King soldier through the wall, and then hit his forehead directly with the butt of a gun as the latter begged for mercy.

Shock species! What kind of skill is Te Niang's attacking civilians? If you have the ability, come to me! Get up for me!!!

While roaring, the man smashed the bloody face with the butt of his gun like garlic, and didn't stop until his teammates pulled him behind the cover.

Enough, the beast is dead!

Skillfully reloading and reloading, the man's face was also full of hatred, and he gritted his teeth and squeezed out a sentence from his lips.

...there are still so many alive.

kill!!!

These Weilante soldiers have gone crazy, almost killing anyone they see!

Shoot with guns, roast with fire, smash with butts, and poke with bayonets!

Stepping through the broken windows and streets, they rushed to the faces of the soldiers of the Heavenly King Army and used almost all methods of killing!

Facing this group of crazy Willanters, the soldiers of the Heavenly King Army were terrified one by one, and they no longer had the appearance of clamoring for a decisive battle before.

At first, they tried to make a dying struggle, but after realizing that they couldn't fight at all, they immediately tore off the bandages on their arms desperately, dropped their weapons and ran away.

Just like when they hadtily wrapped the bandages on, at this moment they are throwing away the faith they picked up at random.

After all, the battle was anything but close from the start.

Most of the defenders squatting here were civilians a few days ago, just figuring out how to shoot and aim.

If they really have the courage to fear death, or the belief that they are willing to defend to the death, these flaws are not so fatal. If they really risk their lives, they can die in exchange for some.

But apparently they didn't.

At least the vast majority of people who died here didn't.

On the other hand, they are all genetic warriors produced using the technology of the Prosperous Era!

Not to mention that the strength, physique and reflexes of these Weilante people are about 20% stronger than ordinary people, which is equivalent to an extra attribute point for strength, physique and agility. Standing here is not an ordinary Weilante Special people, but a group of well-trained soldiers!

Although the proportion of awakened people in the legion is not as exaggerated as the dozens of corps in the alliance, they also came out of the hell of iron and fire.

And this group of thugs who only dare to swing their knives at the weak, naturally cannot be the opponents of these evil spirits!

Seeing the soldiers of the Heavenly King Army fleeing with their tails between their legs, the red-eyed Willant soldiers chased after them, shooting and roaring.

What the hell... Aren't you very capable? Why run away! Come on! Pick up the gun!

Bullets whizzed after him, and the soldiers of the Heavenly King Army who had removed the strips dared not stop. They ran around the ruins like crazy mice.

The two disabled ten-man teams were driven into a collapsed bungalow on the second floor at the same time.

Terrified, they pointed guns at each other reflexively, almost fighting each other.

At this moment, the Willant people had already chased the door. They hurriedly lifted the cabinet that had fallen on the glass to block the door and the window on the front wall, and then found a white cloth to hang on the broken cabinet. Stool legs out the window.

We surrender!

Big, my lord...we don't dare anymore!! Go around us!!

We are... from the city defense army! We are not with them, it was Janusz who forced us to fight you!

The two soldiers standing at the door looked at each other and smiled grimly. One of them pulled out the grenade, but the other pushed it back and patted the white phosphorous bomb hanging on his waist.

Use this for me.

The fuze was pulled out, and the soldiers standing at the door squeezed out a gap from the sealed window, skillfully threw the things in their hands into the room, and then tightened the bunker that blocked the window.

There was a strange chirping sound in the room, like a mouse flooding a mouse hole.

The gorgeous and deadly flames bloomed like fireworks, dragging streaks of pungent poisonous smoke to fly freely, igniting all the things that could be ignited in the house.

There were miserable screams in the house, and the burning heavenly soldiers tried to move the cabinets blocking the door, but were kicked back into the flames by the guards at the door.

There were screams one after another on the battlefield.

This can no longer be called a battle, it is completely one-sided massacre...

As the Willanters landed one after another, the massacre lasted from early morning to noon until it came to an end.

When McLennan and Ross set foot on the port, the entire port was almost stained red with blood.

In the end, the Weilante people paid nearly a hundred casualties, while nearly 5,000 of the 20,000 Heavenly King Army soldiers stationed at the port were killed, and most of the rest fled into various urban areas of the settlement and hid.

Xifan Port can be regarded as a gathering place with a population of one million. Even after the toss of the Heavenly King Army, there are still seven or eight hundred thousand people left.

Ross first reported the local situation to Yongye Port, called for a batch of reinforcements and supplies, and then sent three centurions to block the main exits leaving the settlement, and issued the command of dare to approach the checkpoint and shoot directly. dead order.

Blood debts must be paid in blood.

Their revenge has just begun...

...

Like other high-ranking members of the Heavenly King Army stationed in the settlement, Commander Imran didn't have time to run out of the city or hide himself before he was arrested and returned to the place where he had fought before.

To be precise, he was handed over by the residents of Xifan Port on their own initiative.

Those red-eyed Willanters frightened everyone, and no one dared to keep this guy.

Kneeling on the tiles of the port.

Imran looked up at the two Willant officers standing in front of him with trembling mouth, trying to beg for mercy.

Big, my lord...

I, I was also forced... That night has nothing to do with me! It's that guy named Janusz... They were the ones who robbed the port area! I, I can help you—

McLenne didn't even look at the stray dog. He just took off the cigar in his mouth and puffed out the smoke ring.

Then he suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed the guy's head, and then ruthlessly poked the burning cigarette end into his left eye, and was crushed hard.

Bah—

Ahhh!!!

The pitiful howling like killing a pig echoed in the room, instantly overshadowing the sizzle of Maillard's reaction.

It wasn't until the oozing blood extinguished the fire of the cigar that McClenn threw the blood-stained cigar into the sea, then grabbed the guy's hair and lifted his head.

Did I ask you?

Imran, whose face was covered in blood, was trembling, his whole body convulsed as if he had been electrocuted, swallowing the air like a dead fish thrown onto the shore.

You still have one eye, McLenne stared at his only remaining eye, and said word by word, What do I ask, what do you answer, understand?

Yes... yes! Oh no, I understand! I understand, my lord! Imran nodded his weak head with all his strength.

McLenne threw him on the ground in disgust, looked at this guy writhing like a maggot, and asked all the questions he wanted to ask in a cold tone.

Including who was involved that night, the mastermind involved, how many people died, how they died, and how many people survived, etc.

Imran poured out everything he knew.

After asking about the information he wanted, McLennan nodded, and then he pulled out his gun cleanly, and slammed it on the astonished face.

He never said that he wanted to save this guy's life, but he could save some suffering by being honest.

Buried according to local custom.

yes!

The soldiers on the side stood upright, gave a military salute, and then dragged the dead dog-like body to the side.

Ten thousand a day, it will take two months... Tsk, Ross clicked his tongue, his face still angry, and clenched his fists fiercely, Damn... why don't you apply for a strategic nuclear warhead.

If he continues to kill at this speed, he won't be able to go home for a reunion before his birthday.

Come on, the port needs to be rebuilt in another place. McLenne took off his gloves, threw them into the sea, and then took out a new cigar and lit it for himself.

Although this colony is the achievement of the civil service group, it is the property of the Willant people after all.

After exhaling the smoke ring, he paused, then continued with a cold tone.

Just replace the dirty blood.

We want more.

...

In the wasteland, the distribution of information transmission speed is the same as the distribution of wealth, which is extremely uneven.

This is not only limited by the influence of the technical level, but also to a greater extent by a series of problems such as the degree of infrastructure construction, orbital garbage, and the interference of the radioactive layer on electromagnetic wave signals.

It is also based on such reasons that some places in the wasteland have even restored the Internet of Everything of the prosperous era. Not only can high-intensity surfing be performed 24 hours a day, anytime, anywhere, but even refrigerators can be washed.

However, in some places, it is still necessary to rely on the telegraph or even a more primitive way to exchange information, highlighting a pure nature.

It is precisely because of this.

Only the executioners who fired the guns and the miserable people who were shot knew about the tragedy that happened in Xifan Port.

On the morning of the first day of the Wasteland Era 214, most settlements in the Alliance were still immersed in festive celebrations.

Last night, Dawn City set off a full two hours of fireworks to celebrate the New Year.

And those survivor settlements with a good relationship with the alliance not only celebrated the New Year's Day and New Year's Eve in fashion, but also broadcast the fireworks feast on their own TVs or other media devices!

The festive atmosphere lasted until the early morning of the next day.

Just a few hours before the Wilanters launched an attack on Xifan Port, the streets of Dawn City were full of people and joy.

Whether it is the local residents or the wastelanders who lived here, they all got up early at the same time, and gathered in the square of Dawn City early.

Although it snowed all night last night, it couldn't dampen people's enthusiasm at all.

Pairs of eyes filled with excitement and joy stared intently at the center of the square.

And at the place where the eyes converged, a blue power armor was standing there.

There was a refreshing smile on that resolute and handsome face, and he waved lightly to the people watching him, as if greeting an old friend he hadn't seen for a long time.

And the enthusiasm of the people was completely ignited at this moment, small flags the size of palms shook like waves, and enthusiastic cheers erupted in the entire square in an instant.

Long live the manager!!

Long live the alliance!!!

certainly.

In addition to the stereotyped voices, there are also some maverick voices.

Mainly issued by players.

Brother Guang is awesome!!

Brother Guang, look at me! Brother Guang!

Do you still remember the garbage dump by the edge of Linghu Lake? I picked up the trash for you!

Dad, take a look at me!

Get out of here, don't seek relationships there!

Hey... the NPC in this game is so fucking handsome, it's almost half as good as me.

vomit!!!

Although there are some NPCs in the alliance who have learned Mandarin, for example, Boss Xia has learned it.

However, because the speeches of these players were too abstract, even Xiaoyu, who was the first to learn Mandarin, could not understand.

Standing in the crowd, Pai tiptoed and poked her head curiously toward the shelter residents.

What is that man over there shouting at the top of his voice?

Xiaoyu, who didn't care much at first, closed his eyes and listened carefully for a while, then said seriously.

It seems to be calling for Brother Chu to have a baby.

Pai froze for a moment, then turned around.

Huh? But that guy is a man?

Xiaoyu's eyebrows immediately stood up.

That can't be done!

Alyssa, who was standing aside, said dumbfoundedly.

Let's not talk about whether it's feasible or not...that kind of thing is simply impossible.

Hya, who folded her arms, pursed her lips and smiled, and gently pushed the holographic glasses on the bridge of her nose.

From a technical standpoint...

Before she could speak, Boss Xia covered her mouth.

Okay, okay, don't be technical, I don't want to hear that thing, thank you!

Standing here are not only the residents of the Alliance, but also many wastelanders who came from afar, and residents of other survivor forces

The legend about the alliance manager no longer just belongs to the alliance or the valley province.

The coalition forces returning home and all those who yearn for order have already brought stories about him and the residents of Vault 404 to every corner of the wasteland.

Those stories are like dandelion seeds, taking root and sprouting in one strange land after another.

And those people who yearned for him came here with a pilgrimage at this moment.

In order to see him with their own eyes and see what the guy who led the coalition forces to victory looks like, countless people even came here from the faraway Ideal City and even Triumph City.

...Is that the manager of the alliance?

It actually looks quite young.

I thought it would be an old man... I didn't expect that he looked like he was in his early twenties.

Could it be that he has actually lived for a long time, but he just can't see it?

You mean like the old men at the Academy?

It's hard to say, who knows about this kind of thing.

Several Willanters folded their arms, standing on the edge of the crowd in the square, looking at the figure standing in the center.

And not far from them, a few survivors from Ideal City were happily shouting with a few mercenaries from the Free State next to them.

I heard that in the wasteland of Weifu, he smashed a pioneer wearing biodynamic armor with a hammer!

He has personally been to the front line?!

Haha, there are many legends about him. If you are free, just find a tavern in Dawn City and inquire about it. Those drunkards can spend a whole day with him.

Unbelievable...

Sounds like bragging.

Hey! I can't guarantee anything else, but this is absolutely true. To tell you the truth, I served in the 100th Mountain Division before, and I saw it with my own eyes!

In the midst of the boiling noise, the eight o'clock bell rang on the square on time.

That is the moment when the sun shines brightest during the day.

Standing in the very center of the square, Chu Guanghuan glanced at the expectant faces on the square, and spoke in a solemn yet friendly voice, sending greetings on the first day of the new year to those who were looking forward to it. congratulate.

Today is the 214th year of the Wasteland Era. We lost everything and fell from heaven to the abyss... more than two centuries have passed before we knew it.

But at this moment, what I want to remember is not the sinking of those two centuries, but the 213 years of the Wasteland Era that just passed—

The history of that whole year was written by our hands!

...In the past year, we not only conquered the mother nest that has poisoned this land for more than two hundred years, but also spread the seeds of civilization to the far south, and expelled the plague that was eyeing our prosperity, Chaos and savagery.

This road is not easy, and even full of hardships, ups and downs, and death. We have stood at the crossroads of destiny more than once, and have fallen into chaos and disagreement several times.

Fortunately, we did not give up, but put aside all disputes in solidarity, stood side by side for a common destiny, and joined hands to forge the line of defense that defends the bottom line and dignity of human civilization, and has been fighting for it until now , until we achieve the final victory!

This great and glorious victory belongs not only to the Alliance, but to those who fought alongside us, and to all who dream and hope to end the Wasteland Era!

Today we will face new challenges, including how to resolve those unresolved disputes, including how to continue to extend the path that has been illuminated, including how to sow the seeds of civilization to farther places, and how to nurture them to grow forming.

I believe that we have enough ability and determination to complete all our assumptions about tomorrow. Our predecessors have left us with enough experience, blueprints and inspirations. Now it is time to take over the torch in their hands and let us Let’s continue to pass on the torch!”

The wasteland era will definitely end in our hands, and this victory, which was delayed for two centuries, will eventually belong to us!

Belongs to all the survivors united!

At the moment when Chu Guang's voice fell, the square instantly burst into applause like a rainstorm, as well as cheers and applause like thunderous agitation.

Looking at the faces full of vigor, Chu Guang smiled and waved his hands, and then handed over the right to host the ceremony to the master of ceremonies waiting behind him, announcing the official start of the ceremony.

As before, Chu Guang doesn't intend to take up too much of people's time.

After distributing the medals of honor to the players, surrounded by flowers and applause, he left this square that belonged to all survivors.

He has always felt that on this day of celebration, people should spend more time with their families instead of spending energy on themselves.

What's more, he also needs some private time, dealing with trivial matters in life and interpersonal relationships, and walking around in this settlement.

Especially the latter.

He wanted to take some time to see how people were doing while he was gone, and what new tricks his cute little players had come up with.

However, when Chu Guang was thinking about where to go for dinner first, Lu Bei who was following behind him suddenly seemed to have received some news, and his face suddenly became serious.

Speeding up his pace and walking to Chu Guang's side, he lowered his voice and whispered.

Sir... something serious happened!