This Game Is Too Realistic

The impact of the death of the king of heaven is still fermenting, and the Survivor Daily in Port Jingalun is also tracking and reporting on this matter.

On the one hand, the survivors of King Gallen Port were surprised by Janusz's miserable end, but on the other hand, they couldn't help worrying whether this would have an uncontrollable impact on the situation in Borneo Province.

In all fairness.

What Janusz did was really extreme, even more murderous than that Lacy, and he was not taboo.

Not to mention public morality, this person's personal morality is really bad. Although there are people with unbearable personal morality in the alliance, they will not engage in forced buying and selling.

However, in an objective evaluation, the rotten house in the empire was indeed kicked down by Janusz.

It's like Lacy copied the league's homework, he also learned the ruthlessness of his old club, and he also performed beyond the standard, almost giving up the foundation.

It's just that now he died in such a careless way, leaving only such a mess on the ground and ruined houses and tiles for others to clean up.

This is definitely not a good thing for those who have not yet built a new house.

Even if there are ten thousand bad things in the Xilan Empire, that rotten house can still make people take shelter from the rain.

But that's all for later...

The noodle restaurant near the port area was bustling with people early in the morning, and a group of diners were talking nonsense again.

I knew he couldn't die well! The dock worker patted his thigh, sighing with regret, and there were some doubts hanging on his bushy eyebrows.

This person is too murderous, hurting others and himself!

The peddler who was doing business next to him also nodded, regretting the headlines in the newspaper.

Governing a big country is like cooking a small dish, and it's not like baking a big cake. How could he be allowed to turn around like this?

It's still a matter of fate. His face lacks a bit of tyranny. If he can't hold down the throne, he will be suppressed to death.

What is Wangba?

...Indeed, I don't see any problem with his appearance as a general, but it's a pity that he touched something that shouldn't be touched, so he had to lose his life.

Because the dead people can be caught every now and then on the ever-flowing river beach, superstition tends to gradually become popular among the middle and lower classes of Port Cameron.

It's hard to say that there is no player's fueling the flames behind this. After all, what the locals know best is to learn from others, and they have not yet developed to the stage of extracting the essence and discarding the dross.

But as an after-dinner conversation, this is nothing more than a trivial matter.

Believers of the Great Horned Deer God can study physics, and the more flexible Borneo residents naturally don't mind adding a ghost god and a science god among the thousand gods.

Everyone was chattering, and some school teachers who couldn't listen to it rolled their eyes and planned to argue with these rough guys.

In the end, before this guy could interrupt, the colleague sitting across from him stretched out his hand to stop him.

Come on, you know it again, hurry up and eat noodles, class will be in a while!

This topic is endless, and there is no reason for it at all.

The teacher knew it well in his heart, so he could only roll his eyes again, and continued to eat without saying a word.

I just hope his students don't.

Count the axioms on the head of numerology.

A certain man sitting in the corner of the noodle shop was also silent, quietly reading the newspaper while waiting for an interview.

It wasn't until the other side was served that he put the newspaper aside, pulled out the chopsticks from the bucket, and sighed leisurely with Kunal who was sitting opposite.

This charcoal burns red, and it is easy to turn into ashes...Kunal, we have to be careful.

Kunal was stunned for a moment, seeing that the boss said something he didn't understand again, he asked after thinking hard for a while.

Are you... are you sorry for Janusz?

He remembered that the boss said that it would be great if someone could kick down the crappy house of the Empire.

As a result, planting flowers intentionally failed, but carelessly planted willows and willows to make shade. There was no improvement in Laxi, but the powder keg at Saifan Port exploded first, and even burned half of the Borneo province.

Asin shook his head.

No, it's a good thing that he died. It's good for everyone. If he doesn't die, it's a big trouble.

But from this point of view, the real cause of this guy's death is probably not simple, maybe it is caused by the power of the legion or alliance behind it.

As for what kind of operation is behind this, it is beyond the knowledge of a small person like him.

Asin was very clear in his heart.

Although he holds the cotton business in two states in his hands, and even a certain captain of the Black Panther Army called him politely, and the warlord chiefs would look at him more, but in front of those real big men, his own Still can only be counted as a small person.

But little people also have the way of survival of little people.

That is an opportunity.

After a pause, he said again.

Now Borneo is established, and Absek is the leader, advocating constitutional rule. There is an external alliance to bring together the warlords of all parties to cease fire, put aside disputes, and point their guns at the legion that is planning to invade... If the states in Borneo can really achieve unity, even if It is mixed with water, which is also a good thing for us.”

Kunal said respectfully.

Boss, do you have any orders?

Ashin said in a slow voice.

I hope you make some preparations, pick a few clever brothers, go to places like Xifan Port and Tiandu, and develop some members for our Assassin Gang... Remember, when expanding the business from Baozhou and Huzhou Before going out, you have to take a look at it first, so as not to be cannon fodder for others.

yes.

Kunal nodded seriously, firmly remembering every word the boss said.

Although he didn't understand those twists and turns, but based on his past experience, he was right to follow the boss's orders.

Ashin also nodded.

At this moment, the corner of his eye suddenly landed on the newspaper that he placed on the table.

Or to be precise, it landed on the line that he hadn't had time to read just now.

Mr. Rat went to Mammoth State.

But also to run a newspaper and run a university.

The matter was quiet in Port Jingallon, and the heat was completely overwhelmed by Janusz's death.

But when he saw this, the corner of Asin's mouth couldn't help but curl up into a smile.

He knew very well that he was just a rat in the sewer, and even if he could read some words, all he could do was hide in the corner of the wall and dig a hole.

Although he has no culture, he knows how important that thing is.

Now the light of ideal finally shines in.

Compared with the death of a hero, his arrival made him truly feel that there might be hope for this land...

...

Hahahaha! Good death!!

On the surging Yongliu River, the north wind blew and let out a hearty cheer.

Looking at the blood-stained throne on the newspaper clippings, Wu Tuo laughed heartily, and even his appetite that he didn't think about food and tea got better.

It's a thing that has been stabbed by a thousand knives! How can you insects sit on the throne of the emperor! Let me see who dares to sit on it! Whoever sits on it will die on it!

The eunuch standing aside had a flattering smile on his face and gave a thumbs up in praise.

Your Majesty is wise! That day, the power of the pillar connected to the earth's veins, and the earth's veins connected to the palace of the heavenly capital. This kind of power can only be endured by a body like your majesty!

Wu Tuo smiled, very satisfied with the compliment, but as if thinking of something, he shook his head and clicked his tongue in regret.

...I only feel sorry for the people of Tiandu, who don't know good and bad, and follow the thieves to fall, and suffer those crimes for nothing.

As long as their bones grow stronger, show some loyalty, and follow his imperial guards to fight those bandits, they will not fall into the current situation and become bandits.

He has called on the Legion for help.

And his allies also agreed to his request, and are increasing troops to Xifan Port, preparing to kill those mobs.

The Legion will not let them go.

Those Willant people killed people so violently! Cutting off the head is like killing a chicken!

Even if they change their names, it's useless, who doesn't know that they are the old department of the Heavenly Bandits?

When the legion completes its deployment in Xifan Port, all these thieves will die!

Thinking of this, Wu Tuo finally felt a little better in his heart, but felt a little distressed, after all, it was his own people who died in the end.

But soon he shook his head, driving the trace of unhappiness out of his mind.

As an emperor, he must never practice the benevolence of a woman and care about the gains and losses of one person in that city.

Now the rotten pus seeps into the veins of the Empire.

Xi Lan can only be saved if the blood flows into a river and the pus and blood are completely drained!

And just when Wu Tuo was imagining that the so-called Borneo Kingdom would collapse in front of the army's artillery fire, Mrs. Oletwan, who received the telegram from the Borneo Kingdom, was in a daze.

[Regard the legion, we are a federation established by reformers from the old part of the Gray Wolf Army. Because we despise the brutal actions of Janusz and his henchmen, we raised our troops to attack them!

Now that Janusz and his accomplices have been executed, Tiandu is under our control, and we are willing to resume diplomacy with you as a Borneo state, discussing including Saifan Port, etc. many things...

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The telegram arrived at the Governor's Mansion in the morning and was sent to the military base at noon. The content in it was very long, and it filled three pages.

But Olette couldn't help laughing after reading the first two lines.

Interesting...hahahaha! It's so funny! While talking, he grinned and stroked the back of his head with his right hand.

As Captain Wan stationed in Yongye Port, one of the backbone members of the Southern Army, he has heard about the Eastern Expansion Plan within the Southern Army.

Although he didn't directly participate in the conspiracy of Xifan Port, it was not difficult for him to detect what happened with his eyesight, and he understood it by heart.

The territory of the Southern Legion has not been expanded for more than a hundred years, which is simply inconceivable for an organization that pursues militarism.

Especially now that the development of the Southern Legion and the colonies along the coast of the Great Desert have fallen into a bottleneck, and the fat meat of the Borneo province is hanging on their lips, it is hard not to be greedy.

The civil servants can eat it, why can't they eat it!

Rather, it would be reckless to give this piece of fat to those weak and incompetent civil servants!

If this eastward expansion plan is successful, it will not only bring a large number of hard-working livestock to the legion, but also push the legion's territory to the west of Silver Moon Bay.

For him personally, this is also a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to make meritorious deeds!

Fighting with mutants and natives all the time, you can't be a captain with more than two stars. But if you can expand the territory for the legion, even if you don't get an inch of land in the end, you can still be promoted by virtue of your meritorious service in the war!

However, the current development of this matter was beyond his expectation.

A fire that was supposed to sweep through the entire Borneo Province was suddenly stopped by a gunshot.

And it's not just the fire that has stopped.

Their relationship with Absek and other old departments of the Gray Wolf Army was also severed.

Although this line of the telegram is written in a respectful and respectful manner, there is a sense of neither humble nor overbearing inside and out, as if talking about the words of two families.

The obvious thing.

These unfamiliar white-eyed wolves have a new backer!

And there is a high probability that it is the alliance!

Otherwise, with the little guys in their hands, how dare they show off with the legion?

Ollette could guess with her toes, it must be more than just a gunshot.

The alliance is probably behind it!

No--

At least ninety-nine percent!

...Whether the Borneo Kingdom is successful or not, when will it be the turn of these slaves to talk about it, we haven't admitted it yet.

As he spoke, Mrs. Oletwan smiled and threw the unfinished telegram on the table.

Standing beside him, his staff officer said softly.

I heard that the mission of the alliance is in Tiandu. Maybe the alliance did this.

Is this still a guess?

Olette twitched the corners of her lips, picked up the goblet and sipped the red wine lightly. After a while, she sneered and continued speaking slowly.

And I guess it's not just the alliance, our own missions may have played a role too.

The staff officer frowned slightly.

You mean... the pangolin sent by Mr. Benoit?

Olette nodded slightly, and said calmly.

I've thought about it carefully for a long time. If it's just an alliance mission, it's really not enough for Absek to suddenly reverse and launch a change against Janusz in advance.

Even if he is tempted by the conditions offered by the alliance, he should wait for the results of the Seventh Route Army in the field, and wait for those people to return to the court and reward them for their merits, instead of letting the half-burned fire stop suddenly. Down.

The staff officer nodded thoughtfully.

It's true... This scene was supposed to be performed tacitly, but they suddenly became alert, which is really a bit abnormal.

The equipment in the hands of the Heavenly King Army is not just the warehouse in the port, but also took a lot of investment from the Southern Army.

It stands to reason that it should still be the honeymoon period for both parties. Even if they have two intentions, they still have to think about the meat that has not been eaten in their mouths.

When the Janusz Dynasty completely replaced the Xilan Dynasty and exchanged fire with the warlord forces near the Mammoth State and even King Gallon Port, the Southern Legion could gradually tighten its secret support for the Janusz Dynasty, and then take advantage of the situation the flesh on them.

However, now they suddenly reversed, and would rather not even have the remaining investment, and not continue to sing this scene.

In this way, there is only one possibility left.

The voice from within the Legion revealed to them the true intention of the Southern Legion!

The only ones who can do this are the civil servants in Triumph City.

Those bastards are the last thing to want to fight.

These bastards... The staff officer couldn't help cursing secretly, and clenched his fists involuntarily.

That was an opportunity in exchange for three thousand lives!

Don't these bastards who only care about their own selfish desires think about those dead Willanters?

Hehe, let them pull our trouser legs.

Olette's eyes narrowed slightly, and the meaningful smile on his face became even more stern.

...This group of people is still too naive. No matter how they cut and draw a clear line, whether we recognize it or not is not a matter of our words.

Not to mention that the Heavenly King's Army still has the Seventh Route Army in the wild, we still have the target to liquidate, not to mention that we sent troops not entirely to avenge the compatriots in Xifan Port, but also to reinforce our allies and help them put down the rebellion.

If we leave them alone, wouldn't it appear that we have broken our promise?

As for what happened after the suppression of the rebellion, that was later.

After a pause, he got up from his seat and looked sharply at the orderly standing beside him.

Send a copy to the telegram and the legion commander... and pass the original.

In addition, notify the combat units at all levels of the army so that they are ready to go to the front line at any time!

For the glory, dignity, and land of the Willant people!

The time for revenge is coming!

The Willant people, who kept moving forward with bayonets, once again faced the threat of survival.

And this time the threat came from the Borneo province in the east of the great desert - the most docile and Buddhist honest people living on the red land.

The telegram from Borneo Province crossed Yongye Port to the War Department of the Southern Legion. At the same time, Yongye Port had already started intensive war mobilization.

And all of this is under the surveillance of a nuclear-powered submarine.

Residents from Vault 70 were eating potato chips, tapping their fingers on the holographic screen, and stuffing the photos captured by the drone into the newly edited files.

...

On the other side, the alliance mission that visited far away in Tiandu finally received the reform draft provided by the Absek authorities.

In the meeting hall of Tiandu Palace, the eagle sitting at the conference table carefully flipped through the documents in his hand.

In fact, from a conscience point of view, the reform draft is quite good, probably copied from the current affairs page of the Survivor Daily in Port Cameron.

Like public education or something.

For example, joint-stock bank reform.

Another example is to encourage women to participate in labor production and so on.

Then when he saw the abolition of the agricultural tax, the far-sighted eagle couldn't hold back.

If the agricultural tax is abolished, what will the hundreds of thousands of troops inside and outside the city eat?

Cannibalism?

You guys are too... too fond of going to extremes! The far-sighted eagle shook his head and said with a sigh, We do hope that you will make some changes worthy of our recognition, but we don't expect you to eat a fat man in one bite. Can you do it again? Be a little more realistic, such as dividing this plan into three to five years?

At any rate, the alliance has a group of blue coats with core technology to help, and even so, it has been a hard life of stuffing banknotes into sacks as clothes.

The population of Borneo Province is hundreds of times that of the Alliance. When the death rate is suppressed and the average life expectancy is increased, even if the birth rate remains the same, their population will be enough to catapult and take off like a loose spring.

It's not good to be as intransigent as Janusz, or even go against the grain, but it certainly has no future to mess around like they do.

Don't say that the alliance can't help.

Even if you give them the ideal city to average, you will be gnawed into paupers.

Sitting opposite the eagle, Absek didn't have any consciousness of doing something stupid, instead he laughed and said disapprovingly.

How can this be considered extreme? It is never too late to do some things! We are willing to start now to truly deliver equality to the survivors of Borneo!

Speaking of this, he looked at the eagle eagerly, smiled shyly and said.

However... you can also see our difficulties. The foundation of the Xilan Empire is so much. I still hope that you can help us to some extent.

Eagle looked at this guy in a daze, and suddenly felt that this guy's gesture of asking for money looked familiar?

Good guy.

I really want to give you a hand, but you are thinking about exploding my gold coins every day!

Is this suitable!

...It's not that we don't help you, but that you have drawn us a bottomless black hole.

Gathering his mind, Eagle sighed and threw the draft on the table.

If you really want to make things right, then take it step by step... I will give you moderate help, but don't pin all your hopes on us.

He was a watered-down diplomat, not a real diplomat. Naturally, the manager didn't give him any budget, and all he could offer was methods and experience.

In fact, even if they are real diplomats, I am afraid that these are the only things they can give them.

The league has never given a penny to its younger brother in the form of financial appropriations.

Low-interest loans are already the upper limit of support, and even low-interest loans are not so easy to get. After all, those things are related to the social insurance and pensions of alliance residents, etc. Safety is the first, and income is second up.

For example, the Mammoth State authorities have been unable to get it.

No matter how eloquent the salesmen under Laxi were, at most they could only borrow money from banks in Silver Moon Bay or Golden Gallon Port, or they could invest with their own dry food from money owners like Liszt.

Absek didn't know this, and he was still counting on how much Mengxin in front of him could spend, and said attentively.

Sir, please advise!

Eagle said patiently.

Abolish slavery and encourage women to participate in production... These policies are good. Anyway, you don't have unemployment benefits, so it won't cost you much. At most, spend some cohesion... Cough, I mean spend more saliva to promote something of.

MMP!

Inadvertently, I made a joke.

But Absek didn't hear any problems, and said sincerely.

It's okay, you just say it, I can understand it!

You better understand!

Eagle stared at this fake cloud player for a few moments, making sure that he wasn't trying to put himself off, and then slowly continued.

Don't worry about the agricultural tax. You don't know who owns most of the land in Borneo Province.

Absek nodded suddenly, and then asked again.

What about a stepped tax? One person has three mu of land, no tax for less than three mu, one class for more than three mu, less than five mu, and another class for less than ten mu.

Eagle glanced at this guy in surprise, he didn't expect him to draw inferences from one instance.

Is this person a little level?

Although it is a bit of a straw bag, it is not a complete straw bag.

The stepped tax is a good idea, but you have to consider your own actual situation, such as the issue of land holding. If I lend you money to buy my land, how will you deal with it?

Absek was stunned for a moment, and choked out a word for a long time.

Is there such a good thing?!

Eagle rolled his eyes and couldn't help complaining.

Don't think this is a good thing. If you use this land to grow, I bet that the money you produce and sell is not enough to pay the interest on the loan! You are all farmers, and they have nothing else to do except farming. Fuck, any knife you move on the land will end up with them, because they have no choice.

One is phenomenon and the other is essence.

If people cannot do without the nature of the land, then no matter what method is used to collect the money, the final result will be the same.

At most, the difference between long-term pain and short-term pain.

Looking at the stunned Absek, the Eagles patiently passed on relatively mature experience to him.

...The correct solution is to levy taxes in the circulation link, such as raising the tariff on grain exports first, and then collecting grain—or bean consumption tax, directly from grain merchants. Although there will still be costs passed on to producers However, this part of the increased cost will not concentrate on squeezing a specific group, but will be shared by all consumers in the entire society.

Absex nodded knowingly, as if he understood it, but he didn't.

However, whether he understood it or not, he still remembered what to do.

Okay, just do as you say!

Eagle nodded.

Well, this is the only way to do it at this stage. You can make adjustments after you industrialize... As for the money, it should be a huge income. At least the part of the tariff should be enough for you to develop some light industries. Cutting down on food and clothing is just a stopgap measure. It is the long-term way to broaden the source of wealth.”

In fact, he dared to come up with this idea mainly because of the large-scale promotion of cash crops in the two coastal states of Huzhou and Baozhou, and the conversion of soybeans to cotton on a large scale.

In this way, the food needed by Huzhou and Baozhou can only be imported from inland areas where the price of food is cheaper through the port of Yongliu River.

After the establishment of the alliance-led production system, Jingalun Port took over the industrial equipment eliminated by the alliance, while Huzhou Baozhou took over the phase-out part of Jingalun Port.

Such as spinning machines or sugar machines and so on.

When Borneo gradually gets on the right track, it will naturally be able to take over some industrial equipment eliminated from Huzhou and Baozhou, at least buy those worn-out sewing machines and tractors.

In this way, a virtuous circle can be formed instead of relying on unilateral blood transfusions from the Alliance or Port of Gallon.

Of course, the premise is that the saved money is used in the right place.

Eagle is not worried that the warlords like Absek have hacked the money. These guys will almost certainly marry a concubine, so there is no need to doubt it. But if you just live a little extravagantly, you won't be able to steal a lot of money.

Just like playing Tropico to send money to an overseas bank A, the little money put into the president's own pocket is not an order of magnitude compared with the overall profit (or loss) of the island.

Not to mention putting it on the wasteland. With the development speed of Borneo Province, this group of people just want to be extravagant and have nothing to be extravagant.

As long as these guys don't do some outrageous things, such as building wonders on the banks of the Everflowing River, or saddling donkeys, the money is definitely enough.

As for public education, we can start with night schools for literacy.

When the first batch of literate workers benefited and were assigned good jobs, the enthusiasm of the people would naturally be mobilized, and the money spent in the end might not be as much as imagined.

If the local survivors still make a living by farming and have no need to improve their academic qualifications, even if they build an education building in place, it will be useless to stuff textbooks into the faces of the locals.

Eagle's mouth was dry, and he drank two big pots of tea during the process, and circled and corrected all the unreliable places in the draft.

He felt that being a fake diplomat was interesting enough, not only did a full set of scenes with them, but also did after-sales service.

There were a few places where he could not make up his mind, so he made a special trip to the toilet a few times, went back to the forum to ask those bigwigs, and waited for the bigwigs to finish their bullshit before returning to continue the bullshit.

That murderous Absek was as obedient as a student in front of him, listening carefully while calling for someone to take notes.

Although he is illiterate, he can always listen to others.

And seeing that this guy has so many ideas in his heart, he also secretly made up his mind, planning to learn some cultural knowledge seriously after he is free.

Speaking of finally having nothing to say, Eagle suddenly thought of someone, and hurriedly spoke again.

By the way, that Anwo... how long do you plan to lock him up? Isn't Janusz already liquidated by you, so it's time for him to overturn the case?

Absek was stunned for a moment, then suddenly slapped his head, and said with an embarrassed smile.

Look at my memory... There have been many incidents recently, and I forgot about them without paying attention.

eagle:……

This is so forgettable! ?

Absek also seemed to feel that this reason was untenable, coughed and continued.

Actually, I locked him up to protect him. At present, we reformists have gained the upper hand, but not all people in the federation support us. I am also worried that Janusz's henchmen will wait for an opportunity to retaliate.

After a pause, he straightened his expression and said.

Don't worry! I'll let someone release him right now!

Eagle nodded.

Okay, we also want to talk to this guy, if it's convenient, I'll go with your people.

No problem! Absek smiled, but murmured in his heart.

Why are people in this alliance so interested in An Wo, a nobody?

But he was not panicked.

After all, no matter what, they are also on the same boat, and it is impossible for An Wo to betray anyone.

With more than two hundred lives on his hands, that guy has no way out at all.

Then he'll promote that guy.

After handing in so many nomination certificates, it's time to enjoy some blessings with me...

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