This Game Is Too Realistic

The light of the morning sun shone down from the sky, coating the man's shoulders with a layer of sacred gold.

McClun squinted his eyes and saw the face clearly.

The sharp-edged outline exudes the majesty of being calm and majestic, just like the domineering and majestic spaceship palace under his feet, while the deep-set eye sockets reveal a cunning and cruelty of being strong on the outside, just like those in the wasteland. The most common hyena.

I heard that his name is Wu Tuo Xilan.

However, McClun did not think so of this emperor who was more than ten thousand people.

Not to mention compared with the illustrious Marshal, or the one he had seen in Dawn City, this guy was no different from a monkey, but with a crown on his head.

Maybe his father was a great guy.

But the people of Willant respect the strong, not their father.

What makes McClun even more incredible is that people here would actually worship a monkey...respecting him as the supreme emperor.

Has no one ever thought about whether this guy is worthy?

McClun didn't understand why the great marshal would instruct weak civil servants to manage this land. For this thing, he didn't even need the Eastern Army or the Southern Army to take action. He could drive an airship to control this so-called Tiandu. Beat it down.

They are simply born slaves.

Take this down, and every Valantian can get two, and that's what the Legion should do.

However, seeing the look in the eyes of the adjutant on the side, McClun patiently cleared the mulberry bag and said coquettishly.

"Your Majesty, I bring you the friendship of Triumph City."

The slightly forward bald head hid the disgust at the corner of his mouth. He didn't even bother to introduce himself and went straight to the topic.

The adjutant next to him didn't expect the old man to continue to cooperate, so he quickly took over the conversation and said with a polite smile.

Dear Your Majesty, this is General McClun whom we recommend to you. He has made outstanding achievements for the Legion in the desert, and has built the Hunter Kingdom, which was once the weakest in Luoxia Province, into a powerful force in the desert. The first powerful country! With him as your military advisor, he will definitely be able to build an invincible steel division for you.

The government looked at the two Wilantes standing at the foot of the stairs.

Wu Tuo: Xi Lan stroked his thick beard with his right hand, with a bright smile on his face.

Especially General McClung, the more he looked at it, the more he liked it!

This guy has all the qualities of a fierce general. He is unruly and has a high nose. He is simply a natural general!

There are many tall and powerful people in Borneo Province, but they are still a bit inferior compared to the Wilant people who are born for fighting.

"Gods bless me Xilan!"

He said happily, holding up his hands in a welcoming gesture.

"I have long heard about the reputation of the general, and it is indeed extraordinary to see him today. I have prepared a banquet for you all in the palace. Please come with me!"

After the words fell, an elephant-shaped sedan chair decorated with a flower basket stopped on the marble-carved steps and was placed on the ground. McClun glanced at the four people.

"I have legs."

He doesn't want to ride in this ridiculous rocking car, which is a toy for three-year-olds.

After saying that, he walked towards the stairs.

The adjutant looked at this weird guy with a dumbfounded look, and then glanced at the sedan chair parked nearby. Finally, he raised his head and made a helpless expression towards the aloof emperor, and followed McClun bravely. steps.

There was no displeasure on Wu Tuo's face when he saw this, but he was even more happy to see the "real Weilant people".

The group moved to the palace in the center of the Heavenly Palace. Passing through a row of flower-filled corridors, we entered a magnificent banquet hall.

Everyone took their seats at the banquet.

McClun, who was worried, held his breath and stared at the officials and nobles who were slowly taking their seats one by one. He tapped his index finger on the table.

Knocked again, and finally looked at the adjutant who was calm and composed beside him and whispered.

"When do we tell them about the port?"

The adjutant was stunned for a moment and looked at him in surprise.

"Why should we tell them?"

McClun looked at him in astonishment for a long time, then spread his hands. Because he didn't know how to express it in words, he simply communicated with him with his eyes.

"Your allies, you ask me why?"

Soon realizing that McClun seemed to have misunderstood something, the official coughed lightly and whispered in his ear.

"We have to use their philosophy when dealing with them. Golden Gallon Port is the territory of the emperor. If you want to make friends with him, you can't discover the problem before he discovers it. He has his own appointment. The Governor has his own estimation system, and even without our reminder, he will realize that the problem is just sooner or later."

McClun smiled instead of being angry after hearing this. He found that his arrogance was indeed much better than before, and he could even have the patience to ask questions.

"Then we just have to wait like this?"

The adjutant shook his head slightly.

"No need to wait. What's the point of waiting? Do you think I'm in a hurry? We can just pretend that the problem doesn't exist, and there is a point in letting them suffer a little. They will only rely on us if they are hurt. Use their Resources are exchanged for our rifles... You will get used to it after staying here for a while. Don't be impatient when dealing with them, especially don't be more anxious than them."

McClun looked at this guy speechlessly, and finally gave up arguing, picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip.

In his heart, he longed to avenge his past humiliation, but here he saw no hope at all, only the pain of wasting away his time and patience tormenting him.

He suddenly regretted coming here...

…

While the capital city of the empire was still celebrating with joy, the defenders of Golden Gallon Port were being beaten by the Burning Legion until they cried for their fathers and mothers, huddled in the slums and did not dare to come out.

They found that as long as they stayed with the civilians, the guys in the port would not throw cannonballs at them, and would only fire when they fired.

Of course, this is not certain.

For example, when they tried to set up artillery in the yard of the slum and fire at the dock, they were still greeted by mortars and drones.

Those survivors who lived in slums also learned their lesson and saw that following these guys would only lead to being bombed.

"Of course I didn't want to stay with them. When I saw the clothes of the city defense troops, they hid away from each other, and even looked at Hot Wen from a distance."

A similar thing seemed to have happened once a month ago. This group of old men carrying guns were crushed by a white bear and interrogated in the streets. Because this time it seems to be more cruel than the last time.

The guys wearing exoskeletons went straight to the Governor's Mansion. Not only were the Governor's private soldiers beaten to the point of being lifted up, but the double-sword flag hanging on the roof of the mansion was also torn down.

Not far from the courtyard wall of the Governor's Palace, residents from several nearby streets walked to the street and looked curiously at the excitement in the distance.

"It's really strange."

"Who did Mr. Nihak offend?

"I don't know which god protected these iron men, but they are so good at fighting. Even General Abinan is no match for them!"

"Are they from Velant?!"

"Impossible, the Legion is our old friend. How could it possibly attack us!"

"Are they from Silver Moon Bay?"

"It's even more impossible! There are only a few people in the entire Silver Moon Bay. Even though those guys are dressed like dogs, they are just dogs looking up at us and snorting."

"It makes sense, they still have to do business with us. We can't offend anyone without offending us."

"...It can't be from the Alliance, right? Those lunatics from a month ago seem to be from the Alliance too."

A group of survivors were whispering among themselves, pushing each other to encourage someone to go up and have a look, and finally a skinny and short rat boy wearing shabby clothes came out.

Just at this time

, several men with rifles hanging on their breastplates and exoskeletons pushed open the iron fence gate of the backyard and walked out.

The survivors crowded beside the dirt road all paid homage and hid in nearby alleys, leaving only the thin and short young man standing in the middle of the road.

Deciding to show some friendliness before pretending to be funny, he accidentally untied the mask on his head frame, half-crouched down with a smile and waved.

"come here."

The young man stared at him nervously, but still mustered up the courage to move forward.

Looking at him in a strange way.

"May I have your name?"

"...Asin."

"Very well, Asin, which building is your home in?"

The young man looked back, pointed at the house with the red curtains, and then looked at the man wearing an exoskeleton in front of him.

He continued with a smile.

"How much is a house like yours worth?"

A two-headed cow, or two pigs..." As if he was surprised by the intention in his eyes, the young man continued. "But you can't buy it, sir. My grandfather, my parents, my four brothers and my three sisters all live there. If you buy it, we won't have anywhere to live."

No family members nearby heard it and were stunned for a moment. They subconsciously picked up the telescope and took a look. However, no matter how you looked at it, it was just a small room of more than 20 square meters. Even if it has two floors.

Good guy.

How come there are so many people in the nook?

Looking at the poor child in front of him, he felt a little embarrassed. It seemed that this task was not as fun as he imagined.

After all, it is someone else's home.

Even if it's an NPC.

After thinking for a while, he knelt down, stared into the young man's eyes and continued.

"Listen, your master made us angry so we are standing here. Maybe my commander has a different story, but I will not pretend to tell you that we are here with peaceful purposes. Let me tell you the truth. We are here to beat people, no matter it is the Gray Wolf Army or the Greyhound Army, we will beat them until they are full of teeth, and will not leave until they beg for mercy and pay compensation."

"I don't want to demolish your home, but there's a war going on here, and whether you want it or not, it will soon become a ruin. Now you have only two choices, take a sum of money from us, and then go to other places. Live locally, or wait until the Imperial troops commandeer your house and be buried there with them.

Asin was silent for a while, knowing that even if he objected, it would be useless, so he simply said, "How much are you willing to give us?"

After careful calculation, the task required clearing out at least 500 households. Of course, the more, the better.

There are only more than a thousand houses in this neighborhood, and a budget of 100 million is enough for them to clear out a large area, so they spoke.

"One hundred thousand Xilan coins."

When he heard that there was so much money, the young man's breathing suddenly became rapid, he swallowed, and then asked.

"How much do you plan to buy...all the houses here? For 100,000?"

Yin and Yang mistakenly said with a smile.

"That's right, I won't play charades with you for a while. After the deal is concluded, I hope you will publicize it more, but it will be gone if it's too late."

Asin said immediately.

"not enough."

"Not enough?" Yin Zhidao was stunned for a moment and looked at him with a strange expression.

Isn't this guy trying to extort money because he's easy to talk to?

Seemingly understanding the look in his eyes, the young man swallowed nervously and explained quickly.

One hundred thousand Xilan coins can buy ten big fat pigs. If you spend so much money at one time, they will definitely not agree. Everyone will want a higher price, and there will definitely be guys who don't live in this area at all. : Some people even take it twice. "

Looking at this interesting young man, he said with a smile.

"We are not here to discuss business. Don't you think we

The gun is just a decoration. "

"Then just kill them, that's the fastest." Asin said without hesitation, looking calmly at the astonished guy in front of him, and continued.

"If you are not willing to kill people, let me help you! Just give me 90,000 yuan for a house. Not only will I help you drive people away, but I will also help you clear those houses... those that may be used by imperial soldiers. Tear down all the walls of the bunker and let them lie down on the rotten bricks for you to practice target!"

Half a year old couldn't help but said.

"Are they your compatriots?"

Asin looked at him silently, and from the corner of his eye glanced at the pairs of eyes hiding in the corner that were peering at him curiously, and spoke slowly,

"I am a member of the Rat Clan. They have the Fox Clan, the Wolf Clan, the Pig Clan, the Cat Clan... there are many, many of them. None of them care about my life or death, and I don't care about them either, but you care about me, and I can sacrifice my life for you. Whether it's murder or arson, if it's not convenient for you to do it, I will do it."

The four players looked at each other.

The eyes of the three of them were filled with surprise. Only one of them had surprise written on them, and that person was their captain. By accident, he reached out and touched the young man's head with a smile, and patted the back of his head.

"Okay, you're a very sensible boy. As long as you say 90,000 yuan per building, you can finish the work for us. But remember, don't make a big fuss, especially don't kill people, set fire or anything like that. We He is a civilized person."

A hint of joy flashed on Asin's eyelids, he took a deep breath to calm down, and continued.

"I can definitely do it, just give me three days! Of course, if there is a thorn who refuses to move away, you have to help me teach him a lesson."

A strange combination of circumstances: "This is a bit difficult. We have our own disciplines and cannot fire at unarmed people. The most we can do is help you scare that guy."

Asin stretched out his hand.

Then give me a gun! I have to protect myself and my family!

By accident, he glanced at the person next to him who had no family members, and the latter understood immediately. He smiled and took out a pistol that had been handed over from the guard of the Governor's Mansion and handed it to the young man in front of him.

"...Remember to load the gun and unlock the safety before pulling the trigger, and don't point this thing at us. That's what happened to its last owner."

The moment he took the gun with both hands, the young man's eyes shone with surprise, and even his eyes were different.

It's not even just him.

Even the people who were hiding in the alleys watching him were the same. Their expressions that were originally watching the excitement gradually took on a hint of panic, even fear.

"They didn't know what the rat kid was talking about with the soldiers. They just saw him taking a gun from their hands."

What does it mean?

Those guys who beat up the Governor are now this kid's backers?

The survivors swallowed their saliva, some regretted that they were not the ones who went up just now, while others just looked at the gun in fear, regretting that they should not have bullied him and his family before.

I always felt that there was something wrong with half a year being wasted, but I remembered that this was a wasteland, not a civilized world after all, so I didn't say anything.

After carefully putting away the gun, Asin looked at the man squatting on the ground seriously and asked, "What do you call him?"

Before he could speak, the family member next to him reached out and patted his shoulder, smiled and said,

"He's called Tuning Fork and I'm called family. The two at the back are Dengtian and Qiaoqi. If anything happens, just come to us."

Yin Qi Yin Cao, who was thinking of a cool nickname for himself, rolled his eyes at the guy with a playful smile.

Not bothering to refute the nickname, he looked at the boy in front of him and said.

"We have been here recently. When we are not here, you can ask other people and they will help you find us."

Asin was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said seriously after coming back to his senses.

"I'm so careless in the spring of the Yinv family. I'll remember this..."

After saying that, he put the pistol in his waistband, turned around and headed towards the slum.

He ran away in the direction, looking exactly like two different people from the timid look he had before.

Watching the child's disappearing figure, he spoke in a hurry.

"I don't think this is good. Maybe there is a better way."

No family member patted him on the shoulder playfully,

"But don't you find it interesting?"

A guy who lives at the bottom of the pyramid and has been bullied by everyone, suddenly one day tastes the taste of power, turns around and rides on everyone's heads.

He was very curious about where the young man's limit was.

For him as a fun person, this may become a good observation sample.

He nodded in deep agreement, having been silent since just now.

On the other side, in the detention center of the Port Guard Bureau, the handcuffed Governor Nihak was pushed and rubbed all the way, and stumbled into the cold concrete floor of the cell.

"From today on, this is your new home, Mr. Nihak."

The man in the exoskeleton stood at the door and said something in a condescending tone, and then looked at Sheriff Bihari and the two guards standing aside.

"People are optimistic."

Bihari, who had completely completed the change in his thoughts and assumed a new identity, immediately put his right fist on his chest and straightened his waist and said.

"As you command! My lord!"

Fang Chang didn't speak, nodded, and walked out the door.

He is very busy now.

Not only do you have to deal with port affairs, but you also have to keep track of the loot.

It was not just the nobles of the Xilan Empire who were stranded at the port, but also some merchants who came here from other regions to purchase goods.

Their goods and cargo ships were all stuck on the pier and could not get out. Some of them were livestock, spices, dyes, atibs and other goods, and some were the specialty of Borneo - the population.

Now that the Alliance is here, it is naturally impossible to allow slave-trading ships to leave from here. Soon they will destroy several concentration camps located in settlements and announce the implementation of Alliance laws during the temporary control period.

In addition, there are some imperial nobles who try to leave disguised as businessmen and need to be carefully screened.

These guys are not only hostages, but also bargaining chips in their negotiations with the empire. They cannot be allowed to simply escape.

In short, there were still a lot of things to worry about, and he had no time to deal with this guy until he finished dealing with these troublesome trivial matters.

As the man left, silence fell inside and outside the cell.

Seeing three pairs of eyes looking directly at him, Governor Nihak felt a few strands of cold sweat break out on his forehead, and forced a smile from his face.

"Bihari...sir, what is going on?"

"what happened?"

Bihari narrowed his eyes slightly, looked up and down at the prisoner Governor, and said with a hint of joking in his tone.

"You're already squatting here, do you still need me to remind you?"

"Bihari! Pay attention to the attitude of your words!" Nihak glared at the guy who looked at him through his nostrils, trying to use his identity to suppress him, but found that it was completely useless.

This guy who was usually extremely flattering and flattering to me seemed to be a different person at this moment, looking at me with a ferocious expression.

No--

He is simply not human!

It's clearly a grinning bulldog!

He pointed his smelly gums towards his former master, and tried desperately to please his new master by wagging his short and pitiful tail.

Raising his head arrogantly, Bihari looked down at the poor guy slumped in the cell and said unceremoniously.

"It's you who should pay attention to your attitude! Nihak! Standing in front of you now is the Sheriff of Golden Gallon Port! Apart from the Alliance people and the Alliance's laws, I am the biggest here! If you don't want to suffer, just give me I keep my tail between my legs!"

Nihak looked at this guy with wide eyes while sleeping.

"Are you crazy? Just

Don't worry about me settling the score with you after I go out! "

Hearing this, Bihari laughed out loud,

"Haha, even if I treat you better, will you be lenient to me after you go out? Even if you are willing, will others be willing? Besides, whether you can get out of here depends on the mood of the adults. Woolen cloth."

After a pause, he continued.

"And they also promised me to be the Sheriff of the Empire. Let's face the reality. The Empire is finished! Hahaha!"

Ignoring Governor Nihak's murderous gaze, Bihari laughed loudly and swaggered out of the prison, leaving only two henchmen standing at the door.

"What a bastard!"

Nihak threw himself on the cell door, holding on to the railing with both hands, and yelled at the guard at the door.

"Let me out! You guys who are trying to outdo each other, do you know who I am? I am the governor here! The governor of Golden Gallen Port! The governor's Shanqi personally appointed by His Majesty the Emperor!"

The two guards seemed not to hear and stood there motionless.

"Stop barking, it's useless. Do you think they care about you?" A sigh came from the opposite side of the cell, interrupting the barking cry.

Nihak gasped for breath, and then he noticed a person lying in the cell opposite, and he was an acquaintance of his.

His pupils shrank slightly and his voice trembled.

"Dirang..."

"Long time no see, Mr. Governor." Looking at the wide-eyed Nihak, Dirang smiled to himself and said hello to him.

Nihak's Adam's apple moved, and he struggled to squeeze out a sentence from his throat.

"What happened? Aren't you supposed to be at Chip Port? Why are you here?"

"What happened... Haha, I still want to know," Di Rang looked at the meter of sunlight that leaked through the iron window with a complicated expression, feeling that the past few days had been like a dream.

Originally, he and his men were supposed to be enjoying the sea breeze, eating fruits, and having fun with the traitors of the empire on the coast of Chip Port. However, he did not expect that he was killed by mutants and people without even seeing the shadow of the pier. The alliance took turns banging and banging on the head, and now it was thrown into the prison cell of Golden Gallon Port.

This is the most outrageous.

He never thought that he would be imprisoned here. He thought that at most he would be sent to Dawn City and used as a bargaining chip to become the Duke of Nangarawa.

The Alliance not only wanted to arrest people on their land, but even tried them on their land. This humiliation even made him feel that he might as well just die.

"How many people did they come..." Nihak looked at him nervously and asked this sentence.

Dirang no longer said casually.

"It's estimated to be less than a thousand. I saw about five or six hundred."

Nihak breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this, and even a hint of secret joy flashed across his face.

"Only five or six hundred... they won't last long! The city defense force in Golden Gallen Port has a full force of two thousand people, and there are nearly ten thousand reserves that can be used. After what happened a month ago, I specially purchased artillery, Abi General Nan will teach them a profound lesson!"

Looking at the guy with fantasies, Di Rang curled his lips in a self-deprecating tone.

"Don't think about it, those guys are no match for them."

The expression on Nihak's face disappeared, and he laughed twice and said.

"Mr. Dirang, are you too pessimistic? After all, they only have five or six hundred people..."

"Do you know how many people captured us?"

Before the governor could finish his question, Dirang seemed to know that he would not be able to guess, and continued to answer his own questions.

"Thirty...the only ones who captured us were thirty. I found out later that those people were not even their elite."

At least 200 people came ashore at that time, but they were beaten by the guys on the shore without even a chance to fight back.

What made him collapse even more was what came next.

The group of mutants who killed them until they were running around

, was slaughtered like a chicken in front of another group of guys armed to the teeth with steel.

The two sides were not opponents of the same level at all. They should not have provoked this monster from the beginning, and they should not have gone in to join in the fun when this monster was fighting with another wild creature.

After listening to the forced statement, a trace of despair appeared on Nihak's face, and his voice could not help but tremble.

"Do we have no chance at all?"

"have no idea."

Jinrang shook his head, took a breath and continued.

"Perhaps great people can come up with great ideas, but you and I, squatting here, have nothing to do now."

The Gray Wolf Army stationed by the Everliu River may be able to save them.

But the problem now is that only His Majesty the Emperor can command those armies, and His Majesty the Emperor may not even know what is happening now.

While Governor Nihak and Dirang were speechless and choking in front of the iron bed, a group of people were crowded in front of the isolation zone in the port area.

Some of them are merchants from Golden Gallon Port, some are merchants from other places, and some are owners, captains and sailors of the cargo ships on the dock.

The owner here last night was His Majesty the Emperor. As a result, the double-knife flag hanging at the port was torn down at dawn and was not replaced with a new one.

Most of their wealth is parked on the dock.

They looked at the group of soldiers who were armed to the teeth with anxiety. All of them were waiting for a word that the Gray Wolf Army stationed by the Yongliu River might be able to save them.