This Game Is Too Realistic

The air in the church is as cold as the howling wind on the wandering swamp, and Xifan Port, which is clearly located in the tropics, has no winter.

It's all a price...

Everyone in this settlement.

An Wo, whose eyes were struggling, suddenly despaired. He no longer had any hope for the rebel army, and he raised the gun in his hand again, although he didn't open the safety.

...I don't care about these, even if we are being used, give me and my brothers a way to survive! I will give you a way to survive!

...If you hadn't interrupted, I was about to say this. Going back to the previous topic, if you want to survive, you have to pretend to kill someone, but the person didn't die.

Isher glanced mockingly at the cowardly wolf who was afraid of death, and then continued speaking slowly.

Don't stand around stupidly, go to the port and get some corpses, and then get some carts for transporting corpses, put the corpses in the church and arrange them, and hit them with a shuttle before dragging them out.

Although there is a suspicion of desecrating the corpse, but now I don't care about that much.

The most important thing is to survive.

An Wo asked nervously.

Then what?

Isher's head was spinning rapidly, but his speaking speed was very steady, without any panic.

Then the survivors have to be wronged to lie with the corpses and go out of the city with the car that transported the corpses. Make up any reason, say that those who died in the Silver Moon Church must be buried in the ground...Rebels and Melgio Mister has no grudges, so he probably won’t make trouble for him. But Mr. Melgio has to follow this matter, there is still a certain risk—”

It doesn't matter, as long as these poor people can be saved, the risk is nothing. Melgio interrupted him, looked at him seriously and said, I will go out of the city with the convoy, with me Reciting scriptures on the road can also act like it.

Thank you for your hard work.

Isher looked at the pastor and nodded, and then looked at the old butler Sahadu who was silent from beginning to end.

Is Earl Sharma's estate far from here? How big is it? Can it accommodate 200 people?

Sahadu suddenly came back to his senses, and said quickly.

It's not too far! If we set off now, we will definitely arrive before dawn! We have a large plantation! Let alone 200 people, 2000 people will be fine!

Very good... Isher nodded and said, When you leave the city, you will take everyone to Earl Sharma's manor, and find a small manor to hide everyone, remember! The fewer people who know about it, the better!

The young man named Pavon couldn't help asking.

Don't you need to hide them separately?

Isher rolled his eyes.

Are you a pig? What's the difference between catching one and catching ten? It's safest for everyone to stay together! And only one person can deliver food and water... No, don't choose either, just you Alright, these 200 lives are up to you.

While speaking, he grabbed Pavon's shoulder and stared into the young man's eyes until the fear in the pupils turned into calm before letting go.

You're a smart man...Since you know that you have no future in mixing with this gang, then seize this last chance to live.

Pavon nodded courageously and agreed.

yes……

very good.

Hearing the boy's answer, Isher pushed him to the side of An Wo.

Now this kid is yours, you find a chance to promote him, at least let him be a centurion. When you take down Earl Sharma's manor, let him go out and let him look after Earl Sharma estate and family.

Anwo glanced at the kid, nodded and said.

It shouldn't be a big problem...I heard that Janusz promised the Lion State to Absek, who is my direct superior. At that time, some people will definitely be left to clean up the land around here.

Isher was overjoyed.

Very good.

Steward Sahadu asked tremblingly.

Since this is already a place of right and wrong...can't we just escape?

escape?

As if hearing some funny joke, An Wo looked at the old housekeeper cheerfully.

Are you going with dry food, or empty-handed? And then how much dry food are you going to take? When the news spreads here, there will be people who want to kill you everywhere. You won't have time to escape, and you won't be able to run far at all. Believe me, it’s the safest to stay still, when the time comes, the Willanters will also land here...I bet Janusz will definitely not stay and guard here, most likely put a dead ghost here .”

But if I stay in Shizhou, those Willant people will kill me... Pavin said in horror.

As long as these people live, you won't die. If they die, it doesn't matter where you go.

An Wo glanced at the young man with a complicated look on his face, but he didn't say anything in the end. Then he looked at Mrs. Margaret again, and asked.

Where are the kids? Are you going out of town too?

Margaery was silent for a while, with some hesitation in her eyes, but she finally made up her mind.

It's too dangerous... We can't put all our eggs in the same basket, someone has to live and tell the outsiders what happened tonight.

Anwo nodded.

That's what I thought too. The risk for children is too great. If they cry halfway, everyone will die... Then are you going to say goodbye to the children?

No.

Margaery shook her head lightly, then walked up to the old nun and held her hands.

Looking into those eyes, she spoke sincerely.

Our children, please, in a few days, the Willant people will definitely come here... But unless you judge that the news that we are still alive can make the people here suffer less, please don't tell Willant for now. The Ranters said we were taken out and executed while we were still alive.

Those people wouldn't let them survive.

Maybe it will save.

But in the end, I will definitely be late for a minute or two, and arrive after everything is over.

This is the obvious thing.

A train that has already started will not stop because of an ant lying on the rails.

Can 200 fewer people die and more than 3,000 people who have already died can be brought back to life?

War will be waged.

And in order not to involve the puppets controlled by the black hands behind the scenes in the rebel army, and let the personnel changes affect the follow-up plan, the puppets manipulated by the black hands behind the scenes will definitely get the news before the people who went to rescue them.

To say why...

Because they are already in the budget.

Margaery took a deep breath and continued.

It should not only be the Legion... People from the Alliance are also expected to come here. However, the Alliance is not completely credible. They have a close cooperation with the Legion on the sticky body, and it is not ruled out that they will take the approach of appeasement. Behind this Too many things we don't understand are happening quietly, please take a good look at those people and see if they are worth it...

It's really not worth it.

If even the Alliance is on the side of the legion, supporting the legion's invasion of the empire, and the two bandits join hands to ravage the land of Lin, then no matter how dazzling the truth is, it will definitely be covered up.

And then.

Perhaps only people from companies or colleges can come to collect their bodies and record what happened here.

Margaery held the old nun's hand tightly, and there was a trace of unconscious pleading in her earnest voice.

Please... Please take good care of them. If we are unfortunately killed, please tell the truth to the children after everything is over.

The old nun nodded seriously.

I will definitely! And madam... Please take care of yourself too. The children can't live without a mother, even if it's to prevent those bad guys from putting ugly things in their heads, please make sure you survive.

Melgio walked to the side of the two and said in a soft voice.

Brave people don't die so easily... It's getting late, let's start preparing as soon as possible.

I've already arranged for someone to go to the port to get the corpse. Anwo glanced outside the door, then at the more than two hundred Willant people in the hall, You guys are ready to go too, see if you want to change Clothes and stuff. As for luggage, don’t even think about it, just leave it here.”

An Wo looked at Isher who was standing beside him with his arms folded, and then at the dozen or so church members behind him.

What about you? Go home? Or go to Earl Sharma with these Willanters?

They don't need me to follow. You are actually more important than them. I am more worried about your safety... If you mess up, we are all dead.

Isher glanced left and right, tore off a large strip of cloth from his sleeve, and tied it to his arm under the dull eyes of everyone.

This looks really like that.

Anyway, the things that the insurgents strapped to their arms were not uniformly customized.

Looking at the stunned Anwo, Isher raised his eyebrows.

I rebelled too.

Now I am your subordinate.

...

Everything went as planned, Anwo arranged for his trusted men to bring over 300 corpses from the port.

Most people in the port were so drunk that no one cared about that stuff, except that some nosy chief had arranged for someone to come and clean up the corpses.

The rebel army has not yet formed an organization, the command system is in chaos, and there is no unified instruction.

Even the retired veterans of the Gray Wolf Army united around Janusz didn't understand the seniority, let alone those small groups.

However, if there is an invisible black hand manipulating everything here, as Madam Margaret guessed, then the chaos of the rebel army should not last long.

At least it won't be delayed until the reinforcements from Yongye Port arrive.

They only need to push one person out to be the leader, pull a big flag as the army flag, and then make up an excuse for the uprising, decide who will stay and die, and then they can leave the city in a mighty way and march towards the direction of Tiandu.

If nothing else, the people who were left behind should be those guys from the City Defense Army.

They are the least likable and have low combat effectiveness. It is most appropriate to leave it to the Willanters to vent their anger. Those big noses can use them as targets.

Of course, this will definitely not be said clearly. In the end, most likely Xu used the name of voting a certificate, just like himself who came to Silver Moon Church to kill people.

It's just that they are different from themselves, the certificates they have to hand in, even if the lives of the whole family are put on it, they can't afford it...

Seeing his confidants arranging the corpses in the church, Anwo's expression was cold.

The boy named Pavon walked up to him and said tremblingly.

Ready...

Although he didn't kill anyone, his body was covered in blood at this moment, as if he had crawled out of a pile of dead people.

An Wo nodded, beckoning the twenty or so confidantes next to him to aim at the crooked corpses sitting on the pews in the church, and waved their hands cleanly.

Fire!

The moment the voice fell, crackling gunshots resounded throughout the church, everyone closed their eyes unbearably, and the children in the basement also let out suppressed cries.

The car carrying the corpses was pushed in, and when it came out, it was even fuller.

The distraught pastor followed the cart step by step, holding the silver crescent moon on his chest with one hand, and resting on the blood-stained cart with the other.

A few patrolling cloth bandages not far away showed envious expressions when they saw it.

I'm afraid these guys had a good time.

Damn...there are so many people and so little meat at the port, I haven't even had a sip of soup.

Suddenly someone smiled obscenely.

By the way, isn't there a nun in the church? Why don't you go in and have a look?

Before he could finish his sentence, the commander next to him patted him on the head.

You're so crazy, Janush didn't dare to touch those chanting scriptures, are you better than the boss?

He saw with his own eyes that Melgio was not only alive, but also dared to chant sutras beside the werewolf and pray for the dead.

What this means is self-evident.

The other soldier next to him probably had been to the church, and he gave the guy a contemptuous look.

The nun must be at least fifty or sixty years old... Are you interested in that old guy?

The grinning soldier finally fell silent, scratching the back of his head.

I don't know...

The sound of laughter and cursing floated away along the street, like a farewell to the caravan transporting corpses.

In the church on the other side, the old nun just lowered her head silently, holding a mop, cleaning up the blood-stained hall in vain.

Then some more people came to the church.

But these people just glanced at her, then at the blood on the ground, and left in a hurry without saying a word.

This church seemed to have been forgotten, and it sat in a corner for three days in the hell made of corpses and blood.

It didn't end until the deafening roar sounded, and the military boots of the Weilante stepped onto the port...

...

The candlelight on the silver candlestick flickered lightly, and a sudden trance brought that distant time back to the present.

After telling the whole story, the old nun continued slowly.

If all goes well, your wife and the other survivors should be hiding in a mansion or plantation of Earl Sharma, led by a tenurion named Pavon...or maybe a centurion Taking care of it. Mr. Melgio should also be there.

As for Anwo, he should follow his superior, Absek, and this is also Mr. Isher's suggestion. The most dangerous place is the safest place. If you are suspected by those people, you will die no matter what you do.

...But if you can win their trust, you can hope to be drawn into their circle and find evidence of the Legion's involvement in this conspiracy.

It was eerily quiet in the basement.

The players were watching the subtitles translated by VM, while Arman held his breath.

The first to break the silence was young Ruby.

A layer of water mist looming like the sweet spring gushing out of a dry well soaked those eyes covered with a layer of gray.

The light of hope bloomed in her eyes again, and her lips parted and closed.

Mom...is still alive...

Margaret... Oh, Goddess Silver Moon is here!

Yarman spoke incoherently with excitement, and put his lips and the tip of his nose on his clasped palms.

He wished he could knock Goddess Yinyue on the spot!

Praise the moon!

Regardless of whether the Silver Moon Goddess lives there or not!

If this is not a miracle, what else can be called a miracle? !

Where is she now? No... what should I do to bring her back?

Alman, who gradually calmed down, has gradually realized that this matter is not as simple as it seems on the surface.

First of all, he couldn't leave Xifan Port.

Those soldiers outside would definitely keep him here for safety reasons and ask him why he was out.

This is a perfectly reasonable operation.

And if he said that Margaery was still alive and was with the people who stayed in the church that night, the Royal Army would definitely find them that day before the Willant troops who went to rescue them.

At that time, not only Margaery will die, but everyone who stays with her will die!

Even the good man who let her go that night - that Mr. An Wo who was ambushing in the Heavenly King's Army would die!

They will die in silence and take all their secrets with them in their graves.

Your wife doesn't know, but she believes that you must have a way, and you must be able to save everyone! Not just her and the two hundred survivors, but also all the people who will be involved in this war... The old nun Sighing slightly, he looked at the people in the alliance.

Arman followed her line of sight, and looked to the side for help, especially the only one that looked more reliable [Eagle of Foresight].

The latter did not speak, but pinched his chin in thought, until Yarman looked over, and then slowly opened his mouth.

This matter is not easy to handle... If we leave from Xifan Port, the Weilante people will follow us vigilantly. Besides, it is useless to rely on us alone. The Tianwang Army in Shizhou has hundreds of thousands at least. Right? Not to mention covering the evacuation of two hundred people, without heavy equipment and support, two ten-man teams are enough for us to drink a pot.

[Shit Stirring Stick] Scratching his head, he also had a difficult expression on his face.

Indeed, and if the rescue fails, you may be blamed by the legion, 'Why didn't you report to the authorities when you knew it was so dangerous!'... Tsk, it's difficult, if these dogs bite back, we really have no reason to say.

Send an airborne troop? The war-skilled wolf looked at him puzzled, Since we know it's the people from the legion who did the trick, why don't we just send the troops over!

The old stick rolled his eyes.

Are you kidding me? Those are the citizens of the Legion, and they can't be rescued by people from the Alliance. Besides, the troops can be moved at your will? If you're messing around like this, I don't think the Alliance will do anything, just You can turn around this palm-sized place.

The old wolf was in a hurry.

But……

The eagle interrupted what he wanted to say, and said seriously.

Brother Stick is right, calm down. Even if we have resurrection coins, it doesn't mean we can do whatever we want.

And let me be realistic. From the standpoint of the alliance, saving those two hundred people is not enough. That guy named An Wo is even more important to us than those two hundred lives. Maybe he has We found clues that some high-level members of the Heavenly King Army colluded with the members of the Legion... This may be the only thing that can stop the Legion, although it is only possible.

In other words, they had to find that Anwo before saving the survivors.

When he said this, the eagle's brows could not help but look sad.

But the trouble is we can't get in touch with that guy at all, and we don't even know where he is.

The shit-stirring stick suddenly spoke.

That's actually easy to say.

Three pairs of eyes looked at him together, including the eagle with a troubled face.

I saw Lao Chou cleared his throat and changed into the non-standard human language.

Isn't that Yanusz already surrounded the sky? Those 'direct descendants' who pushed him to the top should always be with him? For example, that Absek, finding him is equivalent to finding that Anwo... ...We can go directly to Tiandu.

Going to Tiandu?! Are you crazy? The wolf who is good at war looked at him in surprise.

Then to put it another way, go to the Heavenly Capital?

The shit-stirring stick chuckled, looked at the three stunned brothers, and shook the VM hanging on his arm.

Since they all chanted the slogan of abolition of slavery and equality, we 'big brothers' should take a look at it anyway? Don't write the wrong word.

Fuck?!

You don't want to call?!

I have to ask the BOSS first! Damn, I won't go crazy with you!

Just when Eagle, Old Wolf, and Old Guan were all shocked by this guy's bad idea, a yacht with a width of about ten meters slowly approached the wharf of Xifan Port.

I saw a man with a haggard face walking down the gangway, holding his knees and retching after taking two steps.

MMP! This place is really far away!

Although he wouldn't be seasick with his awakened physique, he couldn't stand the transfer of transportation and seafood along the way.

There is no fixed flight from King Gallon Port to Xifan Port. This yacht was temporarily rented in King Gallon Port, and the supplies on board were caught along the way.

After taking two breaths, he finally felt better.

At this time, the soldiers on the port had already noticed the uninvited guest, and surrounded him with the guy.

Xifan Port is closed, except local residents are not allowed to dock! Who are you! Pete, the captain of ten officers on duty, stepped forward, staring at the yacht and the man standing beside the yacht, his eyes narrowed slightly.

This kind of boat does not seem to be able to run in the open sea.

I'm afraid this guy didn't come from Jin Gallon Port!

Realizing that this guy might be from the Alliance, Pete's face suddenly turned cold, and his eyes gradually became unkind.

You're from the Alliance—

Bah! You are a member of the alliance! The man rolled his eyes and interrupted him unceremoniously.

Looking at the little commander in front of him with a startled expression, the battlefield atmosphere team scolded unceremoniously.

I'm your uncle pangolin! Military rank commander! When I was killing blue gophers, you didn't know which sand pile you played with!

His human language is no longer as stuttering as before, and the modal particle is called a proficiency.

Which Centurion of your mother's team? Call your leader!

Pete: ???

As soon as the voice of the field guy fell, the soldiers surrounding the pier suddenly became agitated and made way to the two sides. I saw a man wearing an officer's cap walking towards the two people who were facing each other on the pier.

Looking at the old man whom he hadn't seen for a long time, McClen suddenly seemed to be caught in some kind of memory, and a nostalgic smile relaxed at the corner of his stern mouth.

Long time no see, you seem to talk more.

Hearing the familiar voice, Pete turned his head suddenly, with a surprised expression on his face.

Mai, General McLenne?! You... haven't slept at this point?

Hearing the familiar name, the battlefield atmosphere team, who was pretending to be aggressive, was stunned for a moment, and finally saw who the man with his back to the street lamp was, his expression instantly became awkward.

Hasty.

This rank is higher than myself.

...Hello, General. The Zhandi guy bit the bullet and gave a military salute.

MMP!

What is Mrs. Wan doing here to join in the fun!

Zhuo!

McLenne smiled, returned a military salute, and then said in a chatty tone.

I remember you working under Kerway?

The Battlefielder nodded awkwardly.

Uh, um! But I was seconded... Actually, I don't directly command the troops, but I'm just in charge of dealing with some matters related to the relationship between the locals and the Willant people. After all, there is a 10,000-man team stationed there.

McKellen said casually.

The 370,000th team, right? I remember that is the number of Colway's team.

Yeah! The Zhandi guy nodded, but he was muttering in his heart. This guy is thousands of kilometers away, and he knows the deployment situation of Haiya Province quite well.

McLean continued.

Did Benoit send you here?

right……

Looking at this honest man who kept nodding, McClen asked with a smile.

What does he want you to do?

The Battlefield guy hesitated for a while, but he seemed to know everything when he saw McClenn like that, so he simply said with the idea of ​​throwing stones to ask for directions.

Go to Tiandu and negotiate with the Heavenly King Army.

There was a commotion among the surrounding soldiers, including that Pete, who couldn't help clenching their fists, and the anger visible to the naked eye was burning in their eyes.

negotiation?

Go to a fucking negotiation!

He just wanted to kill the people in this settlement, and then go to kill the people in the so-called Tiandu and the Heavenly King Army!

Glancing casually at the captain next to him, McClenn then looked back at the pangolin standing next to the yacht, and nodded slightly.

This is not a place to talk, let's go ashore first.

yes……

You fucking know this is not the place to talk!

The battlefield atmosphere group kept their words in their hearts, pretended to be an honest person, and followed behind McClenn, passing through the killing sight of the group of soldiers.

Enduring the burning feeling, the Zhandi guy couldn't help but slander.

This dog called old Mai!

Learn to play tricks!