This Game Is Too Realistic

After leaving from McLenne, Gurion quickly walked out the door and caught up with the chief judge who announced the adjournment earlier.

Seeing the ferocious expression, the other four judges walked away wisely.

They can guess some of the reasons, but they don't want to get involved.

When the four of them walked away, Gurion stared into the eyes of the chief judge, gritted his teeth and forced out a sentence.

What do you mean!

The old man raised his cloudy pupils.

Perhaps because of his advanced age, there was not much fear in his eyes, he just stared at Gurion twice, and then said in a slow and firm voice.

General Gurion, I'm just a colonial judge, not your soldier. I don't have any reason to explain my work to you. If you are not satisfied with my ruling, you can complain to Triumph City and ask them to change it. A professional judge will come.

In the Legion, the judiciary is somewhat independent. It does not belong to the military officer system or the civil service system, but belongs to the supervision system of the Imperial Guard.

That is, directly responsible to the Marshal.

It's just that the Marshal and the Imperial Guards do not intervene in the specific affairs of the legion, but only exercise supervisory power, and take loyalty as an important assessment factor, so the Imperial Guards have not developed into a factional interest group.

The reason for such a design also has a certain origin with the formation of the legion system.

After all, the early legions were all soldiers and their families, and there were no other professionals. After the court completed the trial, it was basically handed over to the Imperial Guards to arrest people, and those arrested were all soldiers.

This is the same as the guards of the alliance. In the early days, the base guarded the gate. Later, when there were more people, it slowly developed into a police agency, dividing various departments, and splitting out the Guards.

However, although the Imperial Guards of the Legion did not develop into an interest group similar to the Southern Legion and the Civilian Group, everyone has their own interests.

After all, not everyone is as honorable and loyal as the Janissaries.

In addition, with the expansion of the legion, more and more settlements and colonies have been developed, and the business scope of the legion's judicial system is no longer limited to the core settlements such as Triumph City. A large number of jobs It was released with the expansion of the territory.

For their personal career, some judges usually choose some other interest groups to climb and leave Triumph City, where the path of advancement is narrow, to develop their careers in the colonies.

And the local legions did not monopolize the judicial power on their own territory, so they were also happy to cooperate with these judges from Triumph City, thereby reaching some exchange of benefits.

In a sense, this is also one of the reasons why the decree changes when it comes out of Triumph City.

One of the most typical examples is the bill on protecting the rights and interests of slaves.

This law has never been implemented outside of Triumph City, and the farther away it is, the less effective it will be enforced.

It is the same now.

Gurion promised him that as long as he obeyed his own words, he would help him become the chief judge of all the colonies in the entire Borneo province.

To be honest, this proposal is very tempting, even though the Southern Army currently only controls half of Xifan Port.

However, any sale requires an equivalent exchange.

Compared with the title of a justice, the price he has to pay for this is too expensive.

Looking at the presiding judge who turned his face and refused to recognize anyone, Gurion narrowed his eyes slightly.

You didn't say that before.

The chief judge responded unceremoniously.

You never said before that the water behind this case is so deep!

Gurion's expression froze.

Seeing that he was speechless, the chief judge knew that he had guessed right again, so he laughed and said.

General Gurion, I don't care about your internal or external grievances, and I don't mind providing you with some small judicial help.

But you want me to be a sinner in history for you, let my son laugh at me, let my wife look down on me, let my neighbors laugh at me, let me lose my career and everything for your conspiracy... I'm sorry, you're not that big of a face.

Gurion's face flushed with anger, and he stared at the old man.

However, the old man just nodded slightly, and then left from the corridor.

At this moment, an officer walked up to General Gurion and whispered.

General, Akbar, the prince of the Xilan Empire, has arrived, and he is now in the barracks... Should I let him come here, or let him wait there?

Ignore him, let him hang out for two days.

Gurion stared fiercely at the judge's back, cursed You old bastard, then turned his head and walked away.

...

On the other side, in the courtroom filled with cheers and applause, the officers and soldiers of the Confederate Legion had already hurriedly left the seat, not wanting to stay here any longer.

Although a group of officers, including Ross, have a firm enough stand, it does not mean that they will not feel any shame in their hearts.

And those enthusiastic citizens stepped forward after the boiling applause and cheers, hugged the pangolin who had stepped down from the dock, and enthusiastically patted him on the shoulder.

Well done! Brother!

Thank you for saving my wife and children.

I salute you! General! Soldiers like you are what we need!

These bastards...have done so many nasty things behind their backs!

They don't try to cover the lid!

While responding to the enthusiasm of the people, the field guy comforted their emotions.

Unfortunately, the evidence we have is too thin. Suspicion alone cannot convict a person or a group of people. But I assure you, I will not give up the appeal, and neither will I and the people behind me...Three thousand articles There must be an explanation for human life, whether it is the arsonist, the instigator or the person who handed the torch, they will all be judged by justice in the end!

Although he also knows in his heart that what he said is more like a cake that smells delicious, but he also believes that as long as he does not give up the pursuit of the truth, the truth will surface one day.

And justice will also count.

Passing through the crowd, he saw Penny staring at him with tears in her eyes.

It was tears of excitement.

He could even imagine how worried she was before.

Did not make her wait too long.

The field guy squeezed out from the crowd, walked up to her and gave her a big hug.

What I wanted to do was preempted.

Suddenly, a trace of embarrassment of being seen through appeared in Pan Ni's heart, and two clusters of red clouds rose involuntarily on her cheeks.

Especially when the eyes of the surrounding pairs were focused here, the blessings in their eyes made her even more ashamed and speechless.

but.

After all, her personality was relatively generous, so she quickly raised her head and looked into those eyes.

You told me before that my battlefield is in Triumph City. I have to correct your statement.

Stretching out her soft index finger, she gently straightened his collar.

There was firmness written in those clear eyes, so much so that the battlefield atmosphere group watching her couldn't help holding their breath.

...this is our war.

Whether it's Triumph City or Xifan Port, I will stand side by side with you.

Don't think about leaving me alone, let alone take all the troubles on your shoulders!

...

The noisy courtroom finally broke up, and people left the jury box contentedly. After everyone had left, a few local laborers came in with garbage bags and brooms.

They waited for a long time, and finally finished this boring trial.

There is one thing to say, the Willant people do have a lot of tricks, they are from the court and the post office, which really opened their eyes to the world for them from the countryside.

The only fly in the ointment is that these big noses are not very smart, and they can't turn around when doing things.

In their opinion, the judge was a bit of an amateur, and he wasn't dignified enough, far inferior to Xilan's nobles, and even inferior to the decisive domineering of a baron.

The old man not only allowed the defendant to stand and listen to the trial, but also allowed the defendant to whisper to others, which is simply too decent!

...Willant people can fight wars, but they can't solve cases!

To be honest, it's better to switch to me! No matter how nice the words are, what can I do if I want to sentence you with one sentence?

You are too extreme, and the reason is not convincing! You still have to be more tactful, such as whipping him 20 times first, pouring hot sand down his throat, and putting clips on his eyelids to wake him up for a few days. He was so tormented that he couldn't speak. Let him talk again. I guarantee that even if he has a big injustice, he won't be able to tell the truth!

I'm extreme? I think you are extreme! Kill it, kill it, you want a fart reason! Why don't you just chop off your head, why bother!

Oh, no matter what, I think this judge's career is over.

It's not just about official career! If I were from Willant, I would definitely not let him survive. If I don't make an example, what will I do in the future?

The voices of their discussions were so small that they dared not really let the Willant people outside hear them.

After all, the Willant people would not let them be judges, but they might drag them out and bury them.

The old head of the lion clan who was sweeping the floor had received some education, but he couldn't listen to it anymore, and finally he couldn't help humming twice.

...It's a pity that you are not, you are a Borneo, you can only imagine a Borneo lord with a high nose bridge sitting on it to announce the decree, and then pouted his eyes at another bigger lord behind his back, and felt that the whole waste So is the soil.

Not to mention how inferior those methods are, the bottom line of people of different ethnic groups is indeed different, and this is also determined by many reasons such as culture and nationality.

The Willant people look down on dogs wagging their tails in their bones. A submissive person is looked down upon by others, unable to convince others, and can only be marginalized by the entire system in the end.

These big-nosed rules are certainly evil, but it is indeed not easy to find a judge who is both respected and good at wagging his tail.

And this is what really hurts him. The seemingly clever ideas that his compatriots can come up with are the reasons why the Borneans are treated casually.

It's not just that the Willant people don't treat them as human beings.

Those high heavenly kings, those sweet-talking family members, and even themselves... Who else is not like this?

Maybe he was too pessimistic.

Having seen all the ups and downs, at his age he always felt that neither Lacy nor Absek could accomplish anything.

This zoo is more like a circus.

The clowns who play animals need a lead dancer who is good at dancing.

He does not need to know too much natural science, nor does he need to be an expert in a certain field.

He only needs one skill, and that is to choreograph a dance for the clowns in the circus.

Only in this way can they live out some human appearance while pretending to be smart and muddling along.

Whether that can be called hope, however, is hard to say.

The sun does rise as usual, but it is not uncommon to speak of day as night here.

The loyal will die first, then the brave, and last the cunning.

When all the idealists leave the stage, it will be a contest between the hypocrite and the real villain at the end.

Whoever wins will be a disaster.

Just two different disasters.

He loved this land more than anyone else, and he hoped that he was wrong.

After all, there is something missing here.

Or a true hero who gathers the mighty power of heaven and earth and can turn the world around by himself.

Or civilization itself.

But it's always missing.

The person who was stung blushed, but couldn't grasp the point, and choked out a speechless rebuttal after a long time.

I'm from the snake tribe! What the hell are Borneo people?

Others followed suit.

Why are you showing off? You still think of yourself as a nobleman!

Immortal thing, why didn't those gangsters kill your whole family!

If I were from Willant, I would definitely bury you!

Boomerangs were flying all over the sky.

The old man shook his head, but he didn't feel humiliated, he just felt pitiful, and went to the corner with a broom...

And not far away, a handsome young man about fifteen or sixteen years old walked in here, looking left and right nervously, as if he was looking for someone.

Behind him were two old men, who looked humble like his servants.

The staff passing by here quickly noticed them, walked towards this side, and said impatiently.

This is a sacred court, and no one else is allowed to enter.

Seeing that someone wanted to drive him out, the young man blushed angrily, and said while staring at the staff member.

My name is Akbar Xilan, and I am the crown prince of the Xilan Empire... I am here to find General Gurion, I heard he is here!

The staff member froze for a moment, then stared at the boy suspiciously, with obvious disbelief written in his eyes.

And just when he was about to ask him for his identity certificate, suddenly there were thumping sounds from the side.

I saw a group of low-caste servants carrying brooms kneeling on the ground in amazement, grabbing the ground with their heads.

His Royal Highness?!

Meet Your Highness!

You... aren't you in the north?! Why are you here?!

Looking at the kneeling people, Akbar showed a humble face of loving the people like a child, and raised his hands upward.

Everyone, hurry up and excuse me. I'm here to discuss something important with Xilan's friends. Just keep doing what you're doing. Don't neglect our friends.

The people kneeling on the ground stood up obediently.

After finishing speaking, the boy named Akbar looked at the staff member again, the corner of his mouth curled up with obvious complacency.

Can you take me to see General Gurion now?

Facing the ostentatious gaze, the staff stared at him with a strange expression, then nodded.

Okay...you wait here for me, and I'll go ask for you.

The empire has become like this, he doesn't know why this guy can still laugh, and he doesn't understand why he is so proud.

Maybe it's a better mood.

Looking at the staff who turned and left, Akbar said with a smile.

Well, let's go!

...

On the other side, General Gurion was in the lounge of the court and truthfully reported what happened in the court to the General Staff of the Southern Army.

However, after hearing his report, the No. 2 powerful figure in the Southern Army didn't say anything, but just said something in a flat manner.

I understand the basic situation, go about your business.

Seeing that the lord did not have any instructions, General Gurion couldn't help asking anxiously.

...What are you going to do with me?

He always felt that it was not a good idea to let that pangolin go back alive, but it was not easy to get rid of that guy right now.

The chief of staff smiled lightly.

I think that the commander named Pangolin actually said something very interesting.

Gurion couldn't figure out what the general staff meant for a while, so he asked cautiously.

... May I ask which sentence it is?

The chief of staff said in a very soft voice.

What are you doing here?

The moment he heard this sentence, Gurion was stunned for a few seconds, and after a while, a drop of cold sweat ran across his forehead, and he lowered his head.

The subordinate understands... I'm sorry, I made my own claims.

The higher-ups don't want him to meddle in this matter.

Using legal means to get rid of the envoys of the civil society group is entirely his own clever interpretation.

Just like his subordinates taking the initiative to dump excrement into the dungeon, it is superfluous and stupid, and it will not have any positive effect on the situation, but may lose the big because of it.

It was also at this moment that he suddenly came back to his senses and completely understood the meaningful words that General McClenn said to him...

As if to be satisfied with his repentance, a voice of approval came from the other end of the communication channel.

You are a smart man, and Tyr's army leader and I are very optimistic about you, but it is not a good thing to be smart, especially if you are smart, it may make us passive.

A commander-in-chief can't affect the overall situation, and you don't need to worry about the affairs of Triumph City. We naturally have our own deployment in the face of attacks from the civil servants. As for you, it is enough to complete the task assigned to you by the commander of the Tire army. Care more about your performance on the battlefield than where you are redundant.”

General Gurion's Adam's apple moved, and he lowered his head and said respectfully.

yes……

Communications hang up.

Gurion let out a long breath, and threw the busy phone back on the table, unaware that his back was soaked in sweat.

Think about it calmly, the life and death of a commander really doesn't affect anything.

Even if he returned to Triumph City alive, so what?

The civil servants in Triumph City are not dumb or deaf. If they had any strong evidence, they wouldn’t have to wait until the pangolin returned to show it.

A few mouths and a few plausible doubts are not enough to constitute an accusation against the Southern Army for conspiring to the Xifan Harbor tragedy, and it is meaningless even for Absek to stand up in person.

The Southern Legion was very careful during the entire conspiracy process. There were almost no clues that could point to high-level officials, and the only doubts could be explained by accidents. This is why the civilian group did not initiate charges against them.

Insufficient accusations constitute slander, and this is a serious matter in the Legion.

As a result, my brain became hot, and I did such a stupid thing—initiating this trial in the name of the Southern Army without sufficient evidence.

That's all right, now it is up to the Southern Legion to add evidence to prove their own allegations of three betrayals.

How did a hero who saved more than 200 survivors of the Willant people become a traitor in their mouths.

What did he betray?

What is the Southern Army preparing for?

If it gets too big, it might alarm the Marshal...

At this point in the matter, even if they wanted to withdraw the lawsuit, it was too late.

Once they withdrew the lawsuit, the civil service group in Triumph City would definitely not stop, and would definitely launch a countersuit immediately, sending the Southern Legion to the dock and asking them to explain themselves as defendants... and then they would only be more passive than they are now.

Gurion finally realized what a stupid thing he had done, which was even stupider than assassinating that guy in prison... But it was too late to say this now.

He shouldn't be smart enough to share the worries of those big shots.

He even couldn't help cursing McLenne, that sinister old fox hadn't warned him earlier.

Just when Gurion was anxious, there were a few soft knocks on the door of the lounge.

He took a deep breath, restrained his anxious expression, and coughed toward the door.

Come in.

The door opened, and it was his confidant who came in.

Walking to his desk, the officer reported in a serious voice.

My lord, the prince of Xilan found the court from the barracks. He seems determined to see you.

Not in the mood to deal with that thing, Gurion said impatiently.

I said hang him for two days and let him go.

Yes... The officer was stunned for a moment, but he still gave a military salute and walked out the door neatly.

But as soon as he reached the door, Gurion suddenly stopped him again.

etc.

The officer who stopped in his tracks turned his head and asked respectfully.

Do you have any other orders?

Gurion didn't speak, he walked to the wall on his own, stared at the map hanging on the wall for a while, and suddenly spoke.

Let him come in and see me.

I don't understand why my boss suddenly changed his mind, but the officer didn't ask any further questions, and just gave a respectful military salute.

yes.

Instead of looking at his confidant, Gurion just stared at the map intently.

He originally planned to implement the plan he stated at the combat meeting step by step, and gradually erode the land of Borneo Province through vassalage.

However, now it seems that his plan has to be advanced...

Just when the crown prince of the empire finally met the old friend of the empire with anxiety, a war that decided the fate of the empire finally came to an end... …

Upstairs, the decoration is shaking my head, I haven't finished the second half, so I can only continue tomorrow...