This Game Is Too Realistic

Airfield of military base.

Cheng Yan, the foreign minister of the alliance, was having a friendly conversation with the high-level executives of Jin Gallon Port, while the players of the Burning Legion stood in the distance to watch the excitement.

It is different from the onlookers at King Gallon Port.

These players are not curious about what Cheng Yan looks like, after all, they can be encountered occasionally on the streets of Dawn City.

They just want to know whether this battle will be fought or not, and when it will start.

Ah Choo!

[No Family] squatting on the stone pier suddenly yelled without warning, and almost fell off the stone pier.

This is already his tenth sneeze today.

The squatting side [by mistake] glanced at him, and said with a strange expression.

Do you have a cold?

Logically speaking, this situation is very rare.

Even if this guy is of the intelligence department, after two awakenings, his physical attributes must be twice that of ordinary people.

There is no family member who rubs his red nose and mutters cursing.

I don't know...MMP, you can still catch a cold in the game?

He didn't feel uncomfortable, but he kept sneezing all the time.

[Half-step wasted] Patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile.

Young man, pay attention to your health, it's really not good... consider reopening?

[One Step to the Sky] Immediately interjected.

Bring me something when I pass by Dawn City.

Get out. No family members rolled their eyes angrily, but couldn't help but let out another sneeze.

Crouching by the side, Yin Er accidentally smiled.

Maybe someone misses you, boy, tell me honestly, is it the same as Zero Chong, which NPC hooked up with?

Zero Chong: ???

None of the family members answered his question with blank eyes and gestured with a middle finger.

Looking at these rambunctious guys, Erliang Yueguang sighed with emotion.

This game is too real.

...

My family, one chopstick is easy to break, but if ten chopsticks are bundled together, it will not be so easy to break us!

The slums of Xifan Harbor.

Pieces of low shacks grew again on the land plowed by artillery fire.

People who are too smart are mostly forgetful, and most people in Borneo are like this.

Although the Legion killed many people here more than a month ago, it did not affect the people who were not killed to work for the Legion.

This matter has been overturned.

Almost everyone thought so, and some even ran over from the neighboring Lion State, which is the territory of Borneo.

No matter how delicious the cakes painted by Absek were, it could not change the fact that they were poor.

Although the legion didn't give much, they gave money anyway, and they could get hundreds of dinars a week.

This lucrative salary is almost unimaginable for locals.

You must know that buying a slave is only a thousand dinars.

The wages saved for three or four months are enough to buy a daughter-in-law in a poor village!

Even during this period, most of what they moved ashore were arms for attacking Borneo province...

There was no light in the crooked shack, and the laborers obviously didn't regard this place as their own home, they just fooled around casually.

But in one of the low shacks, there were bursts of exciting sounds from time to time.

Like a gleam of light in the dark.

I saw a family member tied with green gauze standing in the shack, preaching with great emotion.

But in front of him, dripping eyes were shining in the darkness.

At this time, a hand was raised, and a thin young man spoke tremblingly.

Boss...

Call me family, we are all family, there is no one who is older. The green family looked at him amiably, just like looking at his own family, I think you seem to have something wrong, let me hear it Listen, see if I can help you out.

He had never been treated so kindly before, and the eyes of the Rat Clan boy were slightly red.

He had been alone a long time ago, and he only remembered that his name was A Ming.

He was like a piece of duckweed, floating wherever he went, but he didn't expect to feel the warmth of a father from a person now.

In fact, this is the real reason why he joined the family club compared to money or no money.

Working for other gangs, he had to call the foremen lord, but here, the foremen would call him family and really treat him like one.

He longs to have a family.

I am more eager to be treated like family by others!

Worried about being laughed at, Amin hesitated for a long time before speaking in a low voice.

Excuse me... what are chopsticks?

Hearing his question, the Green family didn't laugh at him, but just smiled kindly and explained.

It's a tool for eating. It's more hygienic than eating with your hands. It came from our League of Friends.

Wei, what is sanitation? Soon another young man asked curiously, his eyes sparkling with yearning for the alliance.

Tools for eating!

Then there should be a lot of food to eat, right?

The Green family smiled kindly.

Hygiene... means cleanliness. According to scientific explanations, most diseases come from eating unclean things. For example, hands that touch dirty things are unclean. Eating with chopsticks can prevent the occurrence of many diseases.

The eyes of the people in the shack shone brighter, as if they had really seen that day.

They have inexhaustible food and don't have to eat dirt.

Not only do they not use it, but so do their children.

And to sit at the table, like the children of decent people, with utensils instead of hands.

...Whether it's disease or hunger, it's something we're going to eliminate.

With a trace of excitement in his heart, Amin asked.

Then... how do we eliminate it?

Rely on unity!

There was a warm smile on the faces of the green family members, responding to those pairs of expectant eyes.

As long as we are united enough, just like the survivors in Dawn City, Boulder City... thousands of survivors live in settlements! From now on, everyone can use chopsticks, and everyone can have enough to eat Rice, and it's clean rice!

There was thunderous applause in the dark shack.

Although he didn't seem to answer any specific question, the abstract answer seemed to speak to everyone's heart.

That was the answer in their hearts.

Someone spoke up for them.

Two workers from Boulder City stood at the door, listening to the thunderous applause, one had a gratified smile on his face, while the other was mixed.

If you want to have enough food, you have to farm. If you just want to be united, you can only go hungry together. In any case, theory can't replace practice. Although they have done a good job, I am always worried that they will go to another extreme.

His name is Ou Ren, one of the witnesses of the great changes in Boulder City, and a comrade-in-arms of Lovett, the president of the Boulder City Workers Association.

In that cold winter, he used his hammer and craftsmanship to make a stove for the prison workers.

One day he heard about these survivors in need of help in a tavern, so he resolutely embarked on the journey.

To save others is to save yourself.

This is the consensus in the hearts of all the workers, and he has no doubts about it.

The open-minded and studious Zaid found the Workers' Association, and he came here from King Gallon Port under the introduction of the Workers' Association.

However, after coming to the family association to work for a period of time, he always had an indescribable feeling.

The worker standing next to him didn't take it seriously, and joked with a smile.

But as you said, they did a good job.

Ou Ren's Adam's apple moved, and he spoke reluctantly.

I admit that their speed of developing members is indeed very fast, even faster than ours. After reading the newspaper for a month, Sberg only gathered people from one beer hall, but it only took them less than a week to grow to thousands of people. arrive……

Then what are you still worried about?

The worker next to him patted him on the shoulder and gave him a comforting smile.

As we said, theory can't replace practice, we have to give them some time to explore. Don't forget the lesson of Port Gingeron, why Survivor Daily can blossom and bear fruit, but we hit a wall everywhere?

Ou Ren stared at him blankly, and finally shook his head.

I hope you're right...

They did hit the wall repeatedly in the Golden Galleon Port, but he did not think that was the reason for the failure of localization, but more because the industrialization of the Golden Galleon Port had not been completed, and the local industrial workers did not have a sense of unity.

On the other hand, their opponents have accumulated a wealth of struggle experience in the alliance, and even before they came to King Gallon Port, they took the initiative to share part of the cake to win people's hearts.

It's the same in Mammoth Country.

That Liszt even took the initiative to help local workers build dormitories and build schools for their children, making those workers live more comfortably than soldiers, so that those workers felt a sense of honor when they went to work.

Under such a premise, it is inevitable that they will hit a wall.

Eugene didn't think this was a lesson of failure, but rather a manifestation of their success in their work.

Even if the local workers do not agree with them, but in terms of the result, they still live a better life than before.

Although other members of the Workers Association were not satisfied and believed that the minimum wage in Borneo was still too low, he was quite satisfied with the result.

Quick success is not a good thing.

Although there are different situations in different places, their reforms won the final victory precisely because of restraint...

I'm just worried that we're a little too impatient.

...

On the other side, there was also a low shack, but a candle was lit on the table.

Sitting next to the candlelight, Zaid was checking the ledger and roster in his hand, a kind smile gradually curled up at the corner of his mouth.

Just now, the members of the family club officially exceeded 10,000!

Although he hasn't told his friends in the trade unions the good news yet, he can already imagine the inconceivable expressions on the faces of those investors.

It's an absolute miracle.

And it is a miracle that only the Borneo province can be born.

Do you know, Sava...the most brilliant business model is actually religion. Compared with religion, those messy ways of making money are not worth mentioning at all.

There are many labor agencies in the port, but none of them has workers comparable to those of the family club.

Their workers are the most capable and more united, and it is for this reason that the docks and factories are willing to give them more jobs and pay an extra sum of money for the over-fulfilled efficiency.

0.5 dinars are extracted in one hour, and 4 dinars are obtained in 8 hours.

Each person will contribute 28 dinars to the family every week, and 10,000 people will be 280,000 dinars!

Counting here is already a lot of money.

3~5 dinars are exchanged for one silver coin, and the compromise is 70,000 silver coins!

A gun is only one or two hundred silver coins, which is enough to arm a company of troops!

Lower the standard a bit, even two or three companies can make it together!

Although he is still far away from realizing his ambition, this is undoubtedly a good start.

Standing beside Zaid, his little follower Sawa whispered.

But sir... the gangs at the port seem to be dissatisfied with our actions.

Zaid chuckled, and twitched the corner of his mouth in disdain.

What do you care about them, they're just a bunch of sewer rats.

Savoy was still a little worried.

He wasn't really afraid of those big noses, but he was worried about those vicious gangsters.

Those people looked like outlaws.

And the Willant people don't care about their cannibalism,

But...those guys are violent groups after all, if we cut off their money, they will definitely retaliate against us...

Looking at Sawa, whose face was full of worry, Zaid just smiled lightly.

My dear Sawa, you are still too young, even those violent groups dare not look down on us, why do you have the illusion that we are not a violent group?

Sava was completely confused.

He clearly remembered that Mr. Zaid told him what they were going to do when they returned to Borneo.

How did he become a gang member again now?

Zaid gently closed the roster in his hand, and said in a very soft voice.

If the nobles of the inner city hadn't thrown Sberg in prison, the prison in Boulder City wouldn't be filled with people in just a few days... Do you understand what I mean, Sava.

Sawa shook his head blankly, and nodded again after a while.

Are you trying to... imitate Mr. Sperger?

Zaid suddenly laughed, and after about half a minute, he shook his head gently as if he had laughed enough.

That's why I say you are still too young, you only see the surface of the problem, not the essence.

Essence? Savoy looked at him blankly.

Zaid nodded slightly.

That's right.

The clever little girl thought he didn't know the history of Boulder, but the truth was just the opposite.

While a group of people were still chasing Bohr, he had gone through the core of the story and found the bloody heart.

That's what's buried under the snow at Boulder, and that's the sword that kills all.

Even if it is an ideal that cannot be killed.

...Reform is a change of blood. How can there be no bloodshed for a change of blood? You follow me to do great things, and you don't even have the slightest awareness.

Just as he finished speaking, there was a commotion outside the window.

Accompanied by it, there were shouts of cursing.

right here!

The place where the cultists have their classes!

Vaguely, he also heard the roar of that friend from Boulder City.

Savoie remembered that the gentleman was Eugene, who seemed to be a blacksmith.

But that gentleman is not only good at blacksmithing, he is knowledgeable and even knows a little bit of woodworking and chemistry, and even knows some cooking skills. His unique skills of stewing vegetables are even inferior to professional chefs.

I heard from that gentleman that he learned his skills from a certain cannery worker when he was in prison.

What are you doing—

The yelling and cursing in a gangster-like way interrupted the gentleman's roar.

What are you doing? What I'm doing is you gang of money-destroyers!

Brothers! Call me!

Realizing that something was wrong, Sava rushed to the window quickly, and then saw a scene that horrified him.

A group of men with sticks and knives and forks rushed through the alleys of the slums and rushed into the place where they were teaching.

It's from the Black Rat Gang!

In Xifan Port, it is a big gang second only to the Assassin Gang!

The horror in Sava's eyes was even stronger. He had never seen such a brutal scene, and his shoulders couldn't help shaking.

Through the gap in the window, he watched the teacher who was in class being dragged out.

The green gauze wrapped around the man's arm was stained red with blood, and the thugs all laid down their hands, beating them like an example to others.

Seeing the green family being beaten up, the family members in the shack were terrified, and ran around with their heads in their hands, while other workers in the slums gathered around to watch the excitement.

Help... The man who was pushed to the ground and beaten made a dying cry for help.

Ou Ren's eyes widened and he wanted to rush up, but he was pinned to the ground by a few guys with rat tattoos on their arms.

You gang of robbers! Another worker did the same, staring with red eyes.

And at this moment, the young man named A Ming suddenly broke out.

Ahh! I'm fighting with you!!!

At this moment, the lonely and thin man was like an enraged calf, holding a dagger he picked up from nowhere in his hand, he rushed up and stabbed the nearest thug in the thigh.

Coincidentally, the blade cut open the artery, and blood spurted out like a crossbow bolt.

Ahh! My leg! Grass! It's a thousand-knife thing, beat him up for me—

The thug screamed in pain, but his face became paler and his voice became smaller and smaller.

Seeing the miserable state of his companion, the thug beside him was not only not afraid, but was enraged by the spurting blood, and rushed towards the boy with the thing in his hand.

But this time it was different.

Perhaps inspired by the boy's bravery, the surrounding family members were no longer afraid, but picked up the guy at hand and rushed towards the group of tattooed thugs.

What the hell, it's easy to bully me, isn't it!

Brothers beat him!

For the family!!!

Fight with them!!

The surrounding workers swarmed up.

Whether it was the family members of that family association or the laborers of those other gangs, they were all united around the boy at this moment.

They have long been unhappy with the rules on the pier.

They used their blood and sweat to exchange money with those Weilante people, and they had to get a cut of it. What's the reason? !

Nowadays, finally, a family member who does not charge agency fees will appear. They finally see a little hope for a better life, but some people want to extinguish this hope.

At this moment, this group of angry workers vented their usual dissatisfaction with these gangs.

Even the laborers who registered to work in the Black Rat Gang pretended not to notice the beating of their gang's thugs, and even spit quietly.

Looking at this group of workers who broke out, the thugs with tattoos on their arms were suddenly frightened and dumbfounded. They were beaten to death with sticks, and some even knelt on the ground and begged for mercy.

Sawa, who was standing by the window watching, swallowed, turned around and wanted to rush out the door, but Zaid stopped him with his hand.

what are you going to do?

I have to persuade them! If this goes on, people will die!

Sawa's face was full of anxiety, but Zaid did not intend to let go, but just looked out the window expressionlessly.

After another five or six minutes, a gunshot sounded at the end of the street, and several Weilant soldiers walked into the slum.

Hearing the thunder-like gunshot, the shouting people stopped immediately, and all shrank their necks to look at those big noses.

People standing on the edge of the crowd began to leave quietly, and the crowded alley suddenly became empty unconsciously, leaving only a dozen or so people standing in the middle of the alley tremblingly daring to move.

Biting a toothpick at the corner of his mouth, Pete coldly glanced at the gangster with a bruised nose and swollen face, and then took an extra glance at the boy holding the dagger.

Why are you making such a fuss! If you have the strength to fight, you might as well go to work on the pier!

The ferocious voice echoed in the alley, no one dared to look him in the eye.

Pete's eyes grew more contemptuous.

He looked down on these guys from the bottom of his heart.

Either you are in the nest, or you are picking on the weak.

Pooh dropped the toothpick in his mouth, and he yelled at the guys who were lying on the ground and selling miserably.

Get up for me if you can still move. Is your leg broken? Wait for me to repair it for you?

Yes, yes—oh no! No, no!

Hearing the impatience of the voice, the thugs who were still lying on the ground hurriedly got up from the ground.

They nodded and bowed their heads and said thank you to the Willant soldiers, then ran to the entrance of the alley in desperation, and glared at the group of workers fiercely before leaving.

Watching those people leave, Pete stepped forward and picked up Eugene who was sitting by the wall from the ground.

Grinning at the corner of his bleeding mouth, Ou Ren stared at the big nose neither humble nor overbearing, with a sneer on his face.

People here are afraid of this guy, but he is not.

He is a citizen of the Union after all, and he came in with an electronic passport.

Pete didn't hit him, just shoved him, then patted his collar hard.

It's like helping him straighten his clothes.

However, anyone with a discerning eye can see how hard this ten-man commander is using his hands.

...We are watching you, Pete squeezed out the words close to Eugene's ear, If you dare to make trouble on our territory, I will throw you into the sea to feed the fish .”

That threatening voice was no joke.

Ou Ren just grinned and spat bloody saliva to the side.

Make trouble? On the territory of the Willant people, teaching the poor to read is also called making trouble? Then please speak out at the meeting of the viscoelastic body! Also, don't scare me there, if I am afraid If you die, you won’t come out of that giant wall!”

Hehe, I hope that when the knife rests on your neck, you can be as brave as you are today.

Pete sneered, and without looking at him again, he just gestured to stop the team under his hand, and walked towards the outside of the alley.

Watching the Weilante soldiers leave, the workers who stood motionless at the same place finally breathed a sigh of relief, and began to clean up the messy front of the house, and picked up the litter scattered on the ground.

At this moment, a man with pity written on his face passed through the dejected crowd.

He first went to help the green family member up, then took care of the injuries of his friends in Boulder City, and then visited the boy named A Ming.

Feeling that the time is almost up, he cleared his throat, looked at the injured family members and said.

family.

I know that you must be very worried now, even afraid and fearful. You are worried about the attitude of the Willant people, and you are afraid of the revenge of those gang members... But I still want to say that it is not us who should be afraid, but them!

The drooping heads were lifted up, and the drooping shoulders were there.

They cast their gazes at the man at the same time, their eyes were full of apprehension and confusion, but there was also a hint of hope.

Especially the Green family lying on the ground, and the boy named A Ming.

They knew the identity of the young man in front of them.

His name is Zaid!

It's their golden family!

Bathed in those admiring gazes, Zaid slowly opened his mouth following the man's appearance, completed his own words, and repeated them with a sonorous and forceful voice.

It's them who should be afraid...the vampires riding on our necks, and the lackeys of the vampires, not us who have united!

His voice was full of power.

Like a hand with bulging veins, it firmly grasped the wide-eyed eyeballs, and engraved its own symbols in them.

...the flies and the mosquitoes unite because of fear, and they don't want us to get what is ours. What we get with solidarity, they take with force. They don't need that little money !But only if we live in misery and hunger can we achieve their evil empire!

It is not convenient for the Willanters to get off the field and break their own rules with their own hands, so they encourage those gang members to do the dirty work they don't want to do... And those violent methods are the proof of their fear! They try to use force to make We bow down and try to break down our unity! That's what they fear!

Pairs of eyes filled with hatred.

Zaid looked into their eyes, or at himself reflected in those pupils.

He was pleased with their expressions.

Also very satisfied with myself.

The hatred and anger that had nowhere to vent finally found a way to vent.

At this moment, they are no longer a group of rabble.

They found something to hate!

...But they are wrong! And they are wrong! Because we will not surrender, and we will not break our backs just because of a few cracks of the whip! Never!

A deafening voice echoed in the alley, and Amin, who was leaning against the cold wall, felt his blood rushing up, and couldn't help but respond.

Never will!

Soon he discovered that it was not only himself who made the voice, but also countless people like him.

There was a light in his eyes.

Standing in the dark, he is not alone, he is surrounded by people who think like him.

Those people were his family!

Looking at the boiling atmosphere in the alley, Zaid had a satisfied smile on his face.

He raised his hand slightly, letting the voice pause for a moment, and then continued in that unwavering voice.

That's right!

We will never surrender because of this small setback. The fear on the enemy's face just proves that we are right!

On this path of hope, we will be more united than ever!

We are family!

...

The alley behind him was noisy, and the mice seemed to be squeaking and calling for something.

But it shouldn't have started.

Following Pete, a soldier pouted and said in a reluctant tone.

What do we care about those rats? Why don't we let them keep fighting.

Pete glanced at him, looked away again, took out a toothpick from his collar pocket and put it in his mouth.

He has been smoking a lot recently and is trying to quit his addiction in this way.

...and watch them port the port?

He is just a ten-man commander, and he doesn't understand so many principles, so he will do whatever the officer tells him to do.

But recently he is also a little confused, because more and more things are different from what he thinks.

for example……

What the hell are they here for?

Isn't it for revenge?

But whenever he thinks about it, that honest face will appear in his mind.

The man seemed to be called Govinda. Before he died, he gave a long list of names in a panic, but he still survived in the end.

Calm down and think about it, that cowardly guy may not have killed his compatriots.

Not just that Govinda, but several other women who were helpless.

They are more like the victim than the perpetrator.

After all, the scars on their bodies would not have been left by the Willanters when they resisted.

Every time he thinks about this matter, he feels irritable for a while, and he can only stop himself from thinking about it.

The brothers who followed him didn't think much, they just laughed out loud as if they had heard some funny joke.

Did the port? Just those guys?

Haha, how dare they?

I hope that those soft bastards can be tougher and don't surrender as soon as they hear the gunshots.

Pete didn't laugh with them, but just took off the communicator hanging on his shoulder and made a simple report.

...The risk has been eliminated, the gathering crowd has been dispersed...received...

He was about to hang up the communication when suddenly another voice came from the channel.

It was the next voice that made him freeze in place.

...Survivors?! Silvermoon Church? Are the parents of those children still alive?

His head was buzzing, and he couldn't process the huge amount of information for a while.

still alive?

How can this be?

The soldiers around stopped laughing one after another, and the captain who watched the stop also stopped one after another, exchanging surprise on each other's faces.

They knew about the Silvermoon Sect's church, and they were the ones who found those children first.

Whether it's the bullet marks on the ground, the blood that can't be wiped away, or the words of the old nun, they all tell the final outcome of those brave people.

It is no exaggeration to say that at least half of their hatred for the survivors in Borneo is due to the children who lost their parents and the miserable conditions in that church.

But now someone told them that those people were actually still alive?

They were immediately overwhelmed.

...Is it the checkpoint in the north? I know! I'll take people there right away!

After listening to the superior's order, Pete's expression immediately became serious, and after replying, he hung up the communication.

Looking at his subordinates, he said cleanly.

There are survivors! Follow me!

Without any hesitation, the soldiers immediately took orders and said.

yes!

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(Thanks to the leader of X people's food addiction is still big X for the reward!!!)