This Game Is Too Realistic

The news of the fall of Tiandu not only set off a turbulent wave in the Borneo Province, but also in the Viscosity Building in Dawn City, which shocked everyone.

The most interesting thing is that this ugly incident was not brought to the table by the Alliance, but the Buguera Free State, which the empire thought had a good relationship.

Although the relationship here is somewhat convoluted, what I want to say can still be explained clearly.

Since the relationship between the Free State and the Legion has long been good, and the Empire is an ally of the Legion, the Duke of Galava has always regarded the representatives of the Free State as his buddies.

And the profiteers in the Free State happen to be famous for making a fortune silently.

They never pick customers when they do business, they only look at whether it is profitable, so it is naturally impossible to take the initiative to pick up the underpants of the empire, but have been hiding behind the legion and alliance, quietly developing the market in Borneo province.

If it wasn't for the fact that a few senior salesmen of the Huoshi Group were arrested by the thugs in Tiandu, and the authorities were under too much pressure from public opinion, the representative of the Free State really didn't want to intervene.

As for the Duke of Galava, he was kept in the dark from the beginning to the end, and he didn't even know that Wu Tuo was no longer in Tiandu until recently, but hid in King Gallon Port.

And when he learned that the capital of the empire had fallen into the hands of a group of thugs, his eyes widened as he sat at the meeting table.

It looked like a stranded goldfish.

Nonsense! Heaven...is in the hands of the rebels? Why haven't I heard of it! What is your intention to say this now! He stood up angrily, but he could only hold back a retort that was not right.

There were whispers in the hall, and surprised expressions were written on every face.

These people are representatives of other small survivor forces, such as Garbage City, Dam City and the like. They neither understood nor cared about what happened in the empire, they were only surprised.

But the expression on Duke Galava's face is worth pondering.

That's something about his own family, why does it feel like he just heard about it?

Looking at the Duke of Galava with a face full of hatred and hatred, as if he had been betrayed, the representative of the Free State just shrugged his shoulders.

Well, you can just treat me as nonsense... Although I really didn't expect you to help, but judging by your slow-witted performance, I guess you don't even know what happened in your own home.

The respected you has become you unconsciously.

After a pause, he said again.

We'd better use our own mercenaries to save people.

The voice fell, and the scene was full of whispers.

Duke Galava, who was slapped in the face, had his nose crooked, his shoulders trembling uncontrollably, and he pointed his fingers at the arrogant and unreasonable guy.

You, do you know what you are talking about! Sending troops to the territory of the empire is a violation of the sovereignty of the empire! This is aggression! If you dare to let those mercenaries set foot on the territory of the empire, don't expect them to come back alive!

Tsk... it's you who don't know what you're talking about, Mr. Galawa.

Looking at the angry Galava, the representative of the Free State took a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

Even ridiculed.

Even if this is an act of violating sovereignty, what we are violating is the sovereignty of the illegal regime of the 'Janusz Empire'. What does it have to do with Xilan? For us, employees are an important property of the company. If you buy insurance, you have to let the insurance work.”

After a pause, he looked at the other people in the meeting room, especially Cheng Yan who was sitting on the alliance seat, and Mr. Benoitwan who was sitting on the legion seat.

These are the people who can really talk.

Did no one invite this 'irrelevant person' out? The Xilan Empire is already a historical term. What else can he do besides yelling while sitting here?

Benoit, who was sitting on the seat of the legion, was expressionless, his sunken eye sockets seemed to have been boiled for several nights, and he didn't even care about the Free State representative's proposal.

Now he himself is a troublesome ass, and he has no time to take care of his dog.

Cheng Yan glanced at Benoit, then at the representative of the Free State and the pale-faced Duke of Galava. After a moment of silence, he coughed moderately.

The seat of the viscoelastic body is awarded to the residents of Borneo Province, not a certain person, or an organization, even a certain royal family... However, I do not agree to cancel the seat of the Xilan Empire because of political turmoil. violated the spirit of the cohesion, and violated the rules we set.

There was a glint of hope in Duke Galava's eyes.

Although he doesn't like the alliance, and hates this follower of the manager even more, when he heard this guy speak for himself, he couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth proudly, and looked provocatively at the representative of the Free State .

However--

His complacency hadn't lasted two seconds before he fell into the abyss again because of Cheng Yan's next sentence...

However, given the current state of the empire, it is really not suitable to continue to attend the Cohesion Council meeting. Even if they vote at the meeting, they will not be able to fulfill their obligations... Therefore, I propose to temporarily freeze their seats until the survivors of the Borneo Province We can re-elect an organization or individual who can truly represent their ideas, and then unfreeze the seat according to the situation.

This is entirely out of normal and reasonable procedure.

After all, the slime community is a slime mold research institution, discussing collective affairs in the wasteland, and today's empire doesn't even clean the shit on its own buttocks, and there is even a hidden danger of dragging the entire wasteland into their internal disputes.

It's not good for them, or for anyone else at the table, to let this kind of shit-whispering mess up the meeting.

The survivors of Borneo should put their troubles to rest before fulfilling their duty to end the wasteland.

Not wanting to look at Duke Galava's pleading face, Cheng Yan looked directly at the front of the venue and said.

Let's vote.

Almost all representatives in the audience gave the green light, only the college abstained.

Presumably, apart from the alliance, only enterprises voted for it out of complete goodwill, and the other votes of approval were more or less malicious.

After all, the Duke of Galava was used to being arrogant and arrogant, and he often offended people for the empire.

The voting situation is at stake for the Empire.

Although Galava is full of dissatisfaction with the cohesion, but quitting himself and being kicked out are completely different things.

Hurt his face, it makes him feel worse than killing him...

The sweaty Duke Galava looked at Mrs. Benoit for help, his pitiful expression was like that of a drowning man looking at the last straw on the water.

As long as the Legion exercises a veto power... all the decline will be reversed!

However, to his despair, his dear relatives and friends didn't even look at him, but just sat there with cold eyes.

That red light that signifies disapproval...

In the end it still didn't light up.

Legion abstained...

The closest ally of the empire actually abstained!

Duke Galava felt dizzy for a moment, his eyes were darkened and he sat down on the chair slumped.

He doesn't help me.

It has ended.

It's all over...

...

The meeting is over.

As the representatives of the Free State wished, the Duke of Galava left the meeting, and was carried out.

This guy has a bad heart, but he would rather spend his money on wine and women than have an operation on himself.

Many people at the meeting were discussing in low voices, wondering if he could survive this time.

But it doesn't matter if you can't make it through.

The seat of the empire has been frozen, and will no longer participate in the discussion of the meeting agenda in the future.

The most proud one is of course the newly joined South China Sea Alliance representative.

The tens of billions of Xilan coins they had borrowed had already been cashed in as silver coins at a discount.

If the empire goes bankrupt, those debts will naturally not have to be repaid...

After the meeting.

Benoit stood by the corridor window, staring at the dawn city outside the window and stopped for a while.

Hearing the footsteps coming from beside him, he didn't turn his head, but just said casually.

Is there any smoke?

have.

Cheng Yan took a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and handed one to this guy.

He took out the lighter and lit the cigarette. Benoit held it in his mouth but didn't smoke it. He just squinted his eyes and looked out the window, half of his face was sad and half confused.

After a long while, he opened his mouth.

...I can't figure out something.

Cheng Yan who was standing next to him thought for a while before speaking.

I can probably guess.

Benoit glanced at him, and suddenly he laughed, and smoke drifted out of his nostrils.

Actually, to tell you the truth, I still borrowed your method...

You mean those rebels? Cheng Yan was stunned for a moment, and then he said in a funny voice, What kind of... are you borrowing from? We haven't done this before.

Whether you did something or not, you know in your heart, I can never say it clearly.

Benoit snorted, and looked out of the window, a trace of resentment suddenly appeared in his pupils.

But why?

He clenched his fist tightly, looking like he wanted to smash the window sill with his fist, and squeezed out the anger buried in his chest from between his teeth.

I gave them so many benefits and so much aid...money! Arms! And experience and technology for fighting! But they stabbed us in turn!

Can you understand that feeling? It's as if Lassi didn't hurry to teach the empire when he left the city, but set fire to King Gallon Port first! What would you think if that was the case?

He and Hu Ye did discuss some things.

Including ventilating with some big shots in Triumph City, especially civil servants with a higher rank than him.

The whole plan is very simple. The retired veterans and officers of the wolf tribe took advantage of the public grievances in Xifan Port to rebel, killed a group of imperial nobles to sacrifice their flags, took over all the arms stranded in Shizhou, and then followed the road and railway network they built Take Tiandu directly.

If the situation is optimistic, the empire may not even have a chance to react, and this transfusion operation can even be completed without shed a few drops of blood.

After all, the empire is defenseless against the legion, and their dependence and expectation on the legion has even reached the level of fantasy.

As for Xifan Port, there is no problem at all.

The lion tribe nobles there are all a bunch of things that mud can't support the wall, they can find a lot of waste without even careful selection, and those people are not the opponents of the group of gray wolf army veterans at all.

In order to create opportunities for them, Governor Hu Ye deliberately took away his personal guards.

And those speculators who mixed in with the wolves also promised them that after they took the guns, they would only liquidate the nobles of the empire and never touch the Weilantes of the empire. symbol of……

However, the result was that those white-eyed wolves betrayed him without hesitation, and he didn't believe him, who was still trustworthy, but he decided to cooperate with those guys who were even more dishonest, to make a big gamble—— First build a broken ship to fill up the hatred, and then bet that you can change to a new ship before the ship sinks.

He was only thankful for one thing now, and that was that his daughter Penny wasn't there.

Although she didn't board Governor Hu Ye's boat, he managed to persuade her to go to Yongye Port before the incident happened.

Cheng Yan glanced at him.

Although he didn't make the words clear, the general meaning was clear.

This guy wants to replicate a Lassi in Xifan Harbor.

However, this guy obviously misunderstood something.

Although in terms of results, the emergence of the Mammoth State is indeed in the interests of the Alliance, the Alliance has not actively exported anything to the people there.

Survivor's Daily, including Port King Gallon, including the Red Soil anthology serialized in the newspaper, is there anything that is not the voice of the local survivors themselves?

Do you think Lacy hates us? Do the people of Port Gum Gallon hate us? Or...does Racy hate the people of Port Gum Gallon?

... Benoit didn't speak for a long time, unable to answer this question.

Cheng Yan continued.

Then if I tell you again, we have never supported the Mammoth State and the Moon Clan resistance army. We even persuaded them not to be so anxious. Everything has to be done step by step... Do you believe it?

The manager is a person who disdains conspiracy.

Most of that gentleman's decisions were indeed conspiracy, and Cheng Yan was very clear about this.

Although there are rumors in the market that Lacy resigned and went north because of the guidance of some important figure, or some kind of endorsement, but the fact is quite the opposite.

That guy did something that caught everyone off guard—gambling the lives of himself and a group of people on an almost impossible victory.

But it was also that incident that made many people in the alliance wake up.

Not everything will unfold as they planned.

They can no longer do whatever they want like before, and must be careful about every choice they make.

Benoit still had a disbelieving expression on his face, but he was not as sure as before.

...Didn't you instigate Laxi?

Cheng Yan looked at him seriously.

I could swear to the managers.

...

Benoit didn't speak, just staring out the window and smoking a cigarette to himself.

It's not...

No wonder he couldn't copy it.

People are like-minded animals, and gamblers are destined to be with gamblers, and then they will be targeted by bigger gamblers, and they will lose all the chips they finally got.

Although he hadn't reached the end of the mountain, Benoit suddenly felt very tired, and even had the idea of ​​retiring early, and he was no longer aggressive and high-spirited.

Those lonely eyes seemed to have aged ten years in an instant...

...

Just as Benoit was smoking cigarettes one after another, the Duke of Galava, who was carried into the hospital, finally woke up after being rescued by the alliance doctors.

...Thanks to you coming 5 minutes earlier, no one will be able to save you if you are later.

He vaguely heard someone talking, and he opened his eyes reluctantly, just in time to see the doctor's face.

Although he never bowed his head to others with his stubborn temper, he couldn't help softening his tone and lowering his eyebrows and eyes towards the doctor who saved his life.

Thanks……

You're welcome, it's my job and mission to save people, the doctor in a white coat glanced at him, then at the equipment at the side, and couldn't help but say something behind him, If you have the conditions If not, I still suggest that you change to a bionic heart... It will be over sooner or later.

Galava's eyes struggled a little, and fine sweat oozes from his pale forehead, as if hesitating.

Change your heart...

Wouldn't that mean cutting the chest open? !

certainly.

Of course he is not afraid of pain.

It's just... what if the manager wanted his life and arranged for someone to stab him secretly?

Seeing that this guy was scaring himself again, the doctor said quickly.

We will give anesthesia, the whole process will not hurt...

No doctor, Duke Galava smiled weakly and interrupted him, I'm fine...Thank you for saving my life.

...

The doctor stared blankly at the stubborn old man, finally shook his head, turned and walked out the door.

Seeing the doctor go out, Ni Yang who was at the door asked quickly.

How is the Duke?

The doctor replied succinctly.

The situation is basically stable... If you really want to do his best, you still have to persuade him to have the operation as soon as possible.

I will persuade him. Niyang nodded, told the doctor to walk slowly, and then walked into the ward of Duke Galava.

When he entered the door, Duke Galava, who was lying on his back on the bed, was staring at the ceiling in a daze.

Hearing the footsteps at the door, he tilted his face slightly, then moved his dazed gaze back, looked at the ceiling, and said dejectedly.

I don't think I'm sick...I wasn't like this before. I was pretty healthy before, but since I came to the league...it seems like everything has changed.

Seeing Mr. Duke's sick look, Niyang also sighed unbearably, but finally put the written resignation letter on the bedside table, poured a cup of hot water for the Duke, and used Said in a childlike tone.

It's true, the league sucks.

They shouldn't end the wasteland era, let alone let the people in the wasteland see the hope of the new century.

People are mortal. There is no difference between drowning in reality and drowning in dreams... It's just the choice of different people. We all want to leave something in this world.

Duke Ganava looked at him blankly, and suddenly felt that this slave was a little strange.

This is... his Ni Yang?

For the sake of our acquaintance, I advise you to change your heart. Even if you always feel that Mr. Manager wants your life... Now that the empire is over, you will no longer be a diplomat soon. I'm an official, so there won't be anyone trying to harm you again.

You are no longer worth being harmed...

Ni Yang looked at him with pity, but in the end he didn't say the most hurtful sentence.

Shut up...! You mouse, what do you know! Galawa lying on the bed widened his eyes, staring at this familiar yet unfamiliar servant. Out of the corner of his eyes, he suddenly noticed the book on the bedside table. that piece of paper.

What is that... a newspaper?

Niyan replied truthfully.

It's a letter of resignation.

Galava's eyes were bloodshot, his eye sockets gradually turned red, and he stared at him intently.

Resign, resign?!

That's right, Ni Yang nodded, Thank you for your continued care, but one thing is one thing, once a person has the ability to distinguish right from wrong, he will no longer be satisfied with being a slave. I choose to obey My heart.

Galava sat up from the bed angrily, grabbed the resignation letter, tore it into pieces, and threw it on his lap.

It's unheard of for a slave to resign! Let me tell you, Niyan, I am your master! What I promise you is yours. Without my nod, you will never leave!

The hysterical voice seemed to be both roaring and pleading.

Ni Yang thought that he would say some harsh words in the end, and give him back the humiliation he had suffered.

But now looking at this old man who lost everything, those harsh words can no longer be said.

In fact, he is also a poor man.

Born with a golden key in his mouth, he has heard countless flattery in his life, but no one has ever respected him from the bottom of his heart, either blindly following his stupidity, or fooling him pretending to be ignorant.

Ni Yang nodded slightly, counting it as the last respect.

You misunderstood, Mr. Galawa, what I resigned was not a slave, but all positions in the empire...

After a pause, he took out the ID card from his pocket.

There are no slaves in the Alliance. I am not a slave, let alone have nothing to say.

Alliance ID...

The dry Adam's apple moved up and down, and Duke Galava was completely desperate.

Seems like a reason to lose your temper.

This time he didn't lose his temper which was rare, but just looked at the person who turned around and was going to leave dejectedly.

Where are you going……

Nyan paused, but didn't look back.

Go to Borneo province.

Go where you need me.

...

[Yesterday, the editorial department of this newspaper received a telegram from the direction of Tiandu.

The telegram claimed that the remnants of the old empire had been completely wiped out by the Heavenly King Army, and that the new empire would be led by Heavenly King Janusz, adopt a constitutional monarchy, abolish royal privileges and slavery, promote the idea of ​​equality for all, and lead the residents of Borneo to a brighter future s future.

At present, the identity of the sender of the telegram cannot be confirmed, but judging from the content, it should be someone related to the Heavenly King Army, or at least be instructed by its high-level officials.

Since this newspaper does not have a branch office in Tiandu, it is temporarily impossible to know the specific situation in the area.

However, according to the reporter stationed in Xiangzhou, judging from the dictation of the refugees in Tiandu, the local situation seems not to be optimistic.

The Heavenly King Army is carrying out a systematic liquidation of the remnants of the old empire, and this liquidation is not based on express laws. There is no intention to stop it.

The reporter of our newspaper tried to contact the Governor's Mansion in King Gallen Port, but there was no further information from the Governor's Mansion.

However, based on limited clues, the abolition of slavery and everyone is equal claimed by Janusz seems to have nothing to do with the Japanese and the nobles of the old empire...

Wasteland Era 214, January 15th, Survivor Daily reported for you at the Port of Gold Gallon.

】

King Galleon Port.

In the noodle restaurant in the port area, a group of diners were reading newspapers while eating.

The illiterate dock worker frowned after the literate clerk finished reading the newspaper, slapped his thigh, and muttered cursingly.

This Janusz is not a good thing either... This is too extreme!

The crowd watching the excitement around also nodded one after another, and said in agreement.

yes.

A bit extreme...

I don't think this Janusz is a good thing... Fortunately, I haven't donated any money yet.

Seeing this group of guys who were ruthless, the clerk holding the newspaper couldn't help but roll his eyes.

Aren't you supporting the king?

The short-haired dock worker smiled sarcastically, so he looked aside from left to right.

The worker sitting next to him coughed and defended him.

I support him in fighting the empire, but I don't support him in massacring the city...nor support him in massacring the Weilantes.

The voice won another echo.

really……

Everything is different, you should praise what you do, and criticize what you don't do well!

that is!

The man who read the newspaper shook his head and put the paper away.

I don't object, but there must be a standard for good or bad, right? What's the point of being good for a while and bad for a while?

The spectators beside him also interjected with a smile.

You guys are really hard to serve. It's not easy for someone to think of it with you, and you are required to think exactly the same as you. Or you can just do it yourself. It's not happier to do it yourself than to order blindly from the sidelines.

Seeing that everyone was about to quarrel again, suddenly there was a shout from the door.

There is something in the sky!

As soon as they heard the exclamation, all the diners put aside their topics and bowls and chopsticks, and flocked to the door of the noodle shop regardless of the obstruction of the noodle shop guy.

what?

Let me see!

Fuck!

Everyone looked at the sky in unison, only to see a row of light blue arcs across the sky.

Those who knew the goods immediately recognized it, it was the plume ejected by the plasma engine!

Plane! It's an alliance plane! The expert shouted in surprise while pointing at the sky.

And hearing his voice, almost all the people on the street stopped and looked up at the sky, all of them showed overjoyed expressions on their faces.

Alliance is here!

They are back!

...

The exciting BGM filled the cabin, trying to overwhelm the roar of the plasma engine.

Sitting in the cabin, holding his ear with his little finger, [Yin Mistake] couldn't help complaining.

Damn it... I don't remember the Enterprise's killer whale making such a loud noise.

【No family】 Said with a hippie smile.

You're right, but the Overlord transport aircraft is a large aircraft independently developed and produced by the Alliance—

[Half a year old] covered his mouth with his hands.

Okay, I know you have played Wasteland OL.

Reaching the sky in one step: ?

When the four of them were arguing, Lao Bai, who was wearing power armor, shouted in the communication channel.

Brothers, we have arrived at the east coast of Borneo Province, above King Gallon Port!

The Legion wants to put eye drops on us, so let's give them some color so that they don't forget the pain when their scars heal. They forgot, but I haven't forgotten, how they ran with their tails between their legs in the desert!

Hahaha! There was laughter in the cabin, and Lao Bai also grinned and smiled, and after the sound stopped, his expression became serious again, and he continued.

Remember, we represent the strongest corps in the alliance! Keep in mind the Player Handbook and the discipline of the corps, and don't take the masses one by one. I don't care what bad ideas you have. Since you choose to sit here, remember the rules for me. !

As the loud voice fell, the communication channel immediately resounded with a roar of high morale.

yes!

The benefits of the Burning Corps are the highest in the entire server, not only packing equipment and leveling, but also paying wages. Basically, if you join the regiment, you don't have to worry about the game career or life outside the game.

But in contrast, the standard for joining the Burning Corps is also the highest in the entire server. Levels are not enough, and one has to obey orders and be disciplined.

While the rules are somewhat strict, even harsh, few complain.

After all, if you enjoy the benefits, you have to bear the corresponding obligations, which is fair.

If you want to have fun, you can go out and form a group by yourself.

For example, Brother Mosquito used to belong to the Burning Corps, but later he felt that it was too serious and boring, so he quit the team and formed a more relaxed Goblin Corps. Everyone is still a buddy, and they usually cooperate a lot, so that the friendship will not be affected by different understandings of the game.

Another example is the White Bear Knights, which also flew out of the Storm Corps solo, and now they are gradually growing.

The few initial corps of the alliance are like Novice Village, and many powerful casual players have come out of these corps.

Seeing that the boss's nonsense was finally finished, [No Family] yelled with a smile.

Boss, can we parachute down? I just want to pretend to be tough, so I won't foul!

He saw someone waving at him from below, and it would be a pity if this didn't make a splash.

Lao Bai laughed and shouted.

Jump yourself, I'll open the hatch.

No family member was busy talking.

Don't! Brother, you should pull the plane up a bit, I won't be a meatball when I get down here.

By accident: Hahahaha!

There was laughter and cursing in the cabin, which added a different color to the passionate BGM.

The corner of Fang Chang's mouth could not help but curl up into a smile, and he looked at the thriving settlement through the porthole.

I haven't been back for a long time.

The changes here are so big that the designer almost didn't recognize him...

The authorities of King Gallon Port built a new military base for them on the outskirts.

As for the Rowell Camp, which was originally close to the port area, it has been transformed into a museum, and two service-type bionics were even imported from the company to serve as tour guides.

Speaking of which, do you remember what it was like here a year ago?

Hearing Fang Chang's voice, Lao Bai grinned.

I don't remember, you know me, I am a forward-looking person. I am actually more curious about a year from now than I was a year ago.

Fang Chang said with a smile.

Oh? Then what do you think this settlement will look like in a year's time?

Haha, it depends on what the local survivors think. All we can do is help them, and it is impossible to carry them away.

Squinting his eyes and looking out the porthole, Lao Bai added another sentence.

...Anyway, no matter what it turns into, just don't change it back. (End of this chapter)