This Game Is Too Realistic

At the same time that the reinforcements led by Ross arrived at the port, the soldiers of the King's Army stationed at West Sail Port were also waiting eagerly, ready to teach these big noses a lesson.

Commander Imran is responsible for commanding the first line of defense.

At this moment, he was holding a telescope aided by the Weiland people, "secretly observing" the four warships approaching in the distance.

Three of them seemed to be transport ships, and one dark thing seemed to be a warship, but it was too far away to see what was going on.

Seeing that there was only one warship, Imran felt a little relieved.

It seems that just as His Majesty Janusz said, the Legion cannot send many people over.

In fact, until four days ago, he was still a centurion in the city defense army, living a happy life of fishing and netting, bullying men and dominating women.

However, because their superiors deserted, they almost switched sides and joined the rebels without firing a shot.

In fact, it’s no wonder they didn’t resist.

Due to the special "ecological environment" of Xilan, Tiandu had to strictly guard against local forces, and the local nobles had no interest in raising a group of soldiers that they could not command.

Therefore, in the Xilan Empire, the city defense army, which grandma does not love and uncle does not love, is at the bottom of its combat effectiveness. Although the name contains city defense, what he does on weekdays has nothing to do with city defense, which is to bully those who work the fields, vendors who set up stalls, or ruffians like them.

Janusz, who was born in the Gray Wolf Army, actually looked down upon them.

However, perhaps out of the intention of having more, the merrier, or perhaps out of the helplessness that no one was available, he finally accepted them all.

not only that.

This benevolent King not only retained the original officers of the city defense army, but also generously promoted and even reused them, and even rewarded them with the rich Xifan Port!

Imran could see that their Majesty the King had big plans!

This noble King of Heaven really intends to overthrow that corrupt and incompetent empire!

It's not like they don't have a chance.

The empire's ace is currently in the distant Mammoth State, and there is no time or possibility to return to defense.

On the other hand, their king, relying on the legend of the heavenly wolf swallowing the sun and the declaration of liberating all slaves, raised a large army of 200,000 people in just a few days!

Even though the quality of this army is uneven, and there are serious problems with equipment and supplies, they can't stand up to their huge size! And morale is high!

They are like snowballs rolling down from the top of the mountain. Not only do they get bigger and bigger, but they also become more and more powerful, and they will eventually turn into an avalanche that sweeps everything!

And if this guy really succeeds, then he will also be a follower of the dragon!

Maybe, I can be made a count...

Just as Imran was daydreaming, the sound of a cannon in the distance suddenly brought him back to reality.

His whole body trembled, and almost reflexively, he used all his strength to grab the walkie-talkie and shouted loudly.

"It's the Legion! The Velantians! Those big noses are coming! Everyone is ready to fight-!"

That loud voice immediately spread throughout the battlefield through the bombing radio.

Encouraged by the hoarse voice, the entire defense line immediately erupted in shouts.

"Oh oh oh!!"

"What a dog calls a Wilant man!"

"What the hell! Give these big noses some color!!"

The noisy sound was like the squeaking of mice. At this moment, they were still clamoring for war, not realizing that they were in danger.

The first to launch the attack was the 380mm naval gun on the shallow water heavy gunboat.

Thick and long flames soared into the sky from the dark steel deck, like a sharp sword piercing the sky, or like a thunder piercing the clear sky!

When the deafening roar pushed back the waves, the little mice guarding the port finally realized in a daze what kind of enemy they were facing.

No one has ever dared to anger these guys who were born for war like they did.

"boom--!!!"

The boiling lava exploded on the brick-paved road!

Pieces of dry land bricks flew up like onions, and the shock wave swept like plows spread across the entire street in an instant!

The two 100mm cannons placed at the street entrance had no time to fire. They didn't even see the shadow of the target, and were crushed into a twisted piece of scrap metal by the hot shock wave.

The gunner and loader squatting aside didn't even have time to scream, and were crushed to pieces together with the broken display windows on both sides of the street.

On the other hand, those unlucky ones squatting on the edge of the explosion area were lying in the rubble like tattered rags.

Being half dead is the worst.

Those injured by the bombing were twitching and shaking, struggling in the ruins...

"ah……"

"my leg……"

"Ahhh!"

"Help...don't...I don't want to die..."

The entire port was deathly silent.

Only the crackling sound of the broken beams and the howling of wolves and ghosts shrouded in thick smoke were left.

Some people cried bitterly while holding their broken legs, some huddled up like shrimp balls, and some tried in vain to stuff the leaked intestines back into their stomachs...

The soldiers of the Heavenly King's Army who were holding guns were all stunned on the spot.

Facing the streets that were instantly turned into ruins, they lost their words in an instant.

What it is?

It seemed like just a blink of an eye.

The defense line they spent two days and two nights building was crumpled into a ball and thrown into the sky.

Half of the centurions were wiped out in an instant, and they didn't even see the Vaillant people anywhere...

"Crack-"

Suddenly "black rain" fell from the sky.

The stones and mud that had been thrown away by the artillery fire fell "swish", hitting the bunkers in front of the soldiers, hitting their helmets, and even getting into their collars...

Woke countless people up from their sleep!

Commander Imran, who was standing at the front line, opened his mouth and wet his pants without realizing it.

He finally knew why Janusz left here in a hurry.

His thoughts at this moment were exactly the same as that guy's, and also exactly the same as his former commander!

In the end, his former commander was the real smart man. The guy who was usually quiet was more sober than anyone else.

That guy knew from the beginning that from the moment the rebels occupied the port area, West Sail Port was doomed, and they were dead regardless of whether they resisted or not!

If that's the case, why resist?

Run for your life!

Imran opened his mouth, suppressed the panic on his face, and shouted loudly and with anger.

"...Don't, don't panic! We have a lot of people here! They only have three...oh no, four boats! If they can, don't go ashore. When they do, I will make them look good!"

Even if it was to buy himself time to escape, he had to let those little mice hold him up on the front line.

While shouting arrogantly, he backed away, finally turned off the intercom connected to the broadcast, and left the task of directing the soldiers to fight to the adjutant who was also shivering.

He himself, on the other hand, made some random excuses and fled the command post in a panic under the desperate eyes of the grass-stage team members.

Just as he prayed, the Wilantes had no intention of going ashore.

At least not yet.

The previous shell was just a calibration shot.

After confirming the impact point, the thick and long barrel spurted out tongues of flame again and again!

The roaring shells covered the entire port, blasting the defenders huddled in the building into scurrying and screaming.

West Sailor Harbor is not a military port, and there are no strong fortresses or bunkers here.

As for the marble buildings brought here by the Weirant people, they couldn't provide any cover for the rats hiding inside. They almost collapsed at the touch of the 380mm heavy artillery.

Just like tofu being smashed with a knife!

When the third artillery shell fell, the morale of the thousand-man team of the King's Army stationed at the port had completely collapsed.

In the final analysis, most people here don't actually know why they are fighting, and what will happen if they win. They just feel that they can win.

It wasn't until the moment when the cannon sounded that they realized how abstract the mess in their heads was. The real war was not at all like what they imagined!

But it's too late to regret...

The roar of the artillery fire did not stop because of their fear and wailing, but ran straight over their heads and into the nearby city.

Not only did the defenders suffer numerous casualties, but so did the civilians in the city. They had been ravaged by the rebels a few days ago, and this time they were severely beaten by the Weirant people.

The sound of cannons lasted for more than ten minutes, and the once prosperous port was filled with thick smoke.

"enough!"

McClung reached out and grasped Rose's shoulders, turning the latter's face.

Rose's eyes were red, like an evil ghost crawling out of hell, and the corners of his mouth were twitching.

"Enough... enough? Not enough at all! You saw it too! Look what they have done! These beasts... I will kill them all! They must pay with blood!"

He was roaring hysterically, and every muscle in his face was shaking.

After all, there was no need for him to listen to McClun's orders, and at this moment he even forgot about the respect his subordinates had for their superiors.

McClun didn't blame him for his rudeness, after all, he felt the same way.

"I agree with you, but don't forget, it's our port."

McClun stared at him intently, his eyes cold, and his hands holding his shoulders were slightly firm.

"Besides, don't you think it's too cheap to shoot these beasts down?"

Rose was stunned for a moment. Although his breathing was still heavy, he was no longer as crazy as before.

McClung continued slowly.

"Don't you guys have 'Grey Man' mercenaries... I have a good idea. They are so brave, so let's see how brave they are."

When he said this, a cruel smile gradually appeared on the corners of his tight mouth.

Seeing that cruel smile, Ross suddenly felt a chill running down his spine.

He understood what this guy wanted to do.

He is worthy of being a barbarian of the Eastern Legion, and his method of torturing people is unusual.

but……

This sounds like a good idea.

The corners of Rose's mouth gradually turned into a cruel arc, reaching a consensus with the demon from the Eastern Legion in front of him.

really……

Gunfire was too cheap for them.

How about fighting mutants with bare hands?

Based on his understanding of the "Grey Men", those animals would dismantle them into parts and dismantle them bit by bit to keep the food in the freshest state...

He no longer wants to treat those guys on the shore as human beings, he just wants to kill them all in the most cruel way!

McClun patted him on the shoulder and looked towards the coastline.

"...Even if there is one surviving Wilant, we have to save them."

"Enough of the anger, now it's time for our boys."

…

As the gunfire stopped, two transport ships full of soldiers headed towards the port.

The soldiers standing on the deck had already suppressed their anger, clutching their rifles tightly, wanting to eat the beasts on the shore alive!

The "Purge" team stood in the front row, a big man wearing heavy bulletproof armor holding the barrel of a flamethrower and a rotating gun.

These big men are all Valantians who failed to awaken. The unstable fragments buried in their DNA gave them tenacity and strength beyond ordinary people, but took away their IQ.

However, even those stupid faces were filled with bloodthirsty anger at this moment.

"Roar--!"

A big man roared, the barrel of the revolver in his hand resting half an inch above his knees, and the roar of the revolver unleashed a storm of bullets!

Pressed by the violent firepower, they could not lift their heads. The soldiers of the King's Army lying behind the bunker had no way to fight back. They could only stick their rifles out of the bunker and shoot them randomly.

This move is effective in street fighting, but when used from a distance of hundreds of meters, the bullets either fly into the sky or are all swept to the ground.

In addition to wasting ammunition, they can be said to have no effect at all!

The beachhead fire position by the port was quickly prepared, and the centurions who were the first to land were immediately divided into ten teams, divided into three echelons and pounced on the wreckage of the building that had been plowed by artillery fire.

It didn't take long before the sound of gunshots and the wailing of someone falling to the ground came from the ruins.

A Vaillant soldier first shot off the leg of a Heavenly King soldier through the wall, and then hit him in the forehead with a rifle butt as the latter begged for mercy.

"You bitch! How dare you attack civilians? Come on to me if you have the guts! Get up!!!"

While the man was roaring, he hit the bloody face with the butt of his gun, and didn't stop until his teammates pulled him behind the bunker.

"That's enough, this beast is dead!"

Skillfully changing the ammunition and loading the gun, the man's face was also full of hatred, and he squeezed out a sentence from the gap between his lips through gritted teeth.

"...There are still so many alive."

"kill!!!"

These Weiland soldiers have gone crazy and kill almost everyone they see!

Shoot with the gun, roast with the fire, smash with the butt of the gun, poke with the bayonet!

Stepping through the broken shop windows and streets, they rushed into the faces of the soldiers of the Heavenly King's Army and used almost all methods of killing!

Facing this group of crazy Weirant people, every one of the soldiers of the Heavenly King's Army was frightened, and they no longer looked like they were clamoring for a decisive battle before.

At first, they tried to make a desperate struggle, but after realizing that they could not fight at all, they immediately tore off the bandages on their arms desperately, dropped their weapons and ran away without their lives.

Just as they had hurriedly put on the bandage, at this moment they discarded the faith they picked up casually.

After all, this battle was never evenly matched from the start.

Most of the defenders squatting here had been civilians just days before, just figuring out how to shoot and aim.

If they really have the courage to not be afraid of death, or are willing to defend their beliefs to the death, these flaws are not so fatal. If they really risk their lives, they can still die in exchange for some.

But apparently they didn't.

At least not the vast majority of people who died here.

On the other hand, those facing them were "gene warriors" produced using the technology of the Prosperous Era!

Not to mention that the strength, physique and reflex nerves of these Weiland people are about 20% stronger than ordinary people, which is equivalent to one more "attribute point" for strength, constitution and agility. The people standing here are not ordinary Weiland people. Special people, but a group of well-trained soldiers!

Although the proportion of awakened people in the legion is not as exaggerated as the dozens of legions in the alliance, they are still fighting their way out of the hell of iron and fire.

And this group of thugs who only dare to swing their knives at the weak are naturally no match for these evil ghosts!

Seeing the soldiers of the King's Army running away with their tails between their legs, the red-eyed Weiland soldiers roared and chased after them, shooting and roaring at the same time.

"What the hell...aren't you quite capable? Why are you running? Come on! Pick up the gun!"

Bullets were whizzing behind them, and the soldiers of the Heavenly King's Army who had torn down the strips of cloth dared not stop. They were running around in the ruins lifelessly, like crazy rats.

Two teams of ten who were crippled were driven into a bungalow with a collapsed second floor.

Frightened out of their wits, they pointed guns at each other conditionedly, and almost started fighting among themselves.

At this moment, the Weiland people had already chased outside the door. They hurriedly lifted up the cabinet that had fallen on the glass house and blocked the door and the window on the front wall. Then they found a white cloth and hung it on the broken window. The stool legs were held out the window.

"We surrender!"

"Sir, sir... we don't dare to do it anymore!! Just go around us!!"

"We are... from the city defense army! We are not on the same side as them. It was that Janusz who forced us to fight you!"

The two soldiers standing at the door looked at each other and smiled ferociously. One of them pulled out the grenade, but the other pressed it back and patted the white phosphorus bomb hanging on his waist.

"Use this from me."

The fuse was pulled out, and the soldier standing at the door squeezed a crack through the sealed window, skillfully threw the thing in his hand into the room, and then tightened the bunker blocking the window.

There was a strange chirping sound in the room, like a rat whose hole had been flooded.

The splendid and deadly fire exploded like fireworks, dragging streaks of pungent poisonous smoke flying wantonly, igniting everything that could be ignited in the room.

There were pitiful screams in the house, and the soldiers who were on fire tried to move the cabinets blocking the door, but were kicked back into the sea of ​​fire by the people guarding the door.

Screams echoed across the battlefield.

This can no longer be called a battle, it is completely a one-sided massacre...

As the Weillant people landed one after another, the massacre continued from early morning until noon.

When McClun, Ross and his team stepped onto the port, the entire port was almost stained red with blood.

In the end, the Weirant people suffered nearly a hundred casualties, and nearly 5,000 of the 20,000 Heavenly King soldiers stationed at the port were killed. Most of the rest fled into various urban areas of the settlement and hid.

Xifan Port can be regarded as a gathering place with a population of one million. Even after the torment of the Heavenly King's Army, there are still 700,000 to 800,000 people left.

Ross first reported the local situation to Yongye Port, called for a group of reinforcements and supplies, and then sent three hundred-man teams to block the main exits from the settlement, and issued a "shoot to death if anyone dares to approach the checkpoint" Death order.

Blood debt must be paid with blood.

Their revenge has just begun...

…

Like other senior officials of the King's Army stationed in the settlement, Captain Imran had no time to run out of the city or hide himself before he was caught back to the place where he had fought before.

To be precise, he was handed over on his own initiative by the residents of Saipan Port.

The gang of red-eyed Wilantes frightened everyone, and no one dared to keep this guy at all.

Kneeling on the floor tiles of the port.

With a trembling mouth, Imran looked up at the two Weirant officers standing in front of him, trying to beg for mercy.

"S-Sir..."

"I, I was forced too... That night had nothing to do with me! It was all that guy named Janusz... They were the ones who robbed the port area! I, I can help you -"

McClung didn't even look at the lost dog. He just took off the cigar in his mouth and blew out the smoke ring.

Then he suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed the guy's head, and then stabbed the burning cigarette butt into his left eye, crushing him hard.

"呲——"

"Ahhhh!!!"

The pitiful howl of a slaughtering pig echoed in the room, instantly covering up the sizzling sound of the Maillard reaction.

It wasn't until the oozing blood extinguished the cigar's fire that McClung threw the bloody cigar into the sea, then grabbed the guy's hair and lifted his head.

"Did I ask you?"

Imran, whose face was covered in blood, was trembling, his whole body was twitching like an electric shock, and he was swallowing air like a dead fish thrown to the shore.

"You have one eye left," McClun stared at his only eye and said word by word, "What do I ask and what do you answer? Do you understand?"

"Yes...yes! Oh no, understand! I understand, sir!" Imran nodded his weak head with all his strength.

McClun threw him to the ground in disgust, looked at the guy writhing like a maggot, and asked all the questions he wanted to ask in a cold tone.

Including who was involved that night, the mastermind involved, how many people died, how they died, how many people survived, etc.

Imran poured out everything he knew.

After asking for the information he wanted, McClun nodded, then neatly pulled out his gun, and said "bang" to the astonished face.

He never said he wanted to save this guy's life, but he told him honestly so that he would suffer less.

"Buried according to local customs."

"yes!"

The soldiers on the side stood upright, gave a military salute, and then dragged the dead dog-like body to the side.

"Ten thousand a day, it will take two months... Tsk," Ross clicked his tongue, his anger still lingering on his face, and he clenched his fists fiercely, "Damn it... how about applying for a strategic nuclear warhead."

If he continued killing at this rate, he wouldn't even be able to get home before his birthday.

"Come on, then we have to rebuild the port somewhere else." McClung took off his gloves, threw them into the sea, and then took out a new cigar and lit it for himself.

Although this colony was a political achievement of the civil service group, it was ultimately the property of the Wilantes.

After blowing out a smoke ring, he paused and continued in a cold tone.

"Just replace the dirty blood."

"We still want the land."

…

In the wasteland, the distribution of information transmission speed is extremely uneven like the distribution of wealth.

This is not only limited by the level of technology, but also by a series of issues such as infrastructure construction, orbital debris, and the interference of radioactive layers on electromagnetic signals.

It is precisely for reasons such as this that some places in the wasteland have even restored the "Internet of Everything" of the prosperous era. Not only can high-intensity surfing be done anytime and anywhere 24 hours a day, but you can even make a refrigerator.

However, some places still need to rely on telegraphs or even more primitive methods to exchange information, which highlights the pure nature.

That's why.

Only the executioners who fired the shots and the poor people who were shot knew about the tragedy that happened in Saifan Port.

On the early morning of the first day of the Wasteland Era 214, most settlements in the Alliance were still immersed in the joy of the festival.

Last night Dawn City set off fireworks for two full hours to celebrate the New Year.

And those survivor settlements that have a good relationship with the alliance not only follow the fashion to celebrate New Year's Day and New Year's Eve, but they also broadcast the fireworks feast on their own TVs or other media devices!

The festive atmosphere lasted until the early morning of the next day.

Just a few hours before the Weirant people launched their attack on West Sail Port, the streets of Dawn City were filled with joy.

Both the local residents and the visitors from the wasteland all got up early and gathered in the square of Dawn City early.

Although it snowed all night last night, it could not dampen people's enthusiasm at all.

A pair of eyes filled with excitement and joy stared intently at the center of the square.

And where the eyes gathered, a blue power armor was standing there.

With a smile that was refreshing on his resolute and handsome face, he waved gently to the people who were looking at him, as if he were saying hello to an old friend he hadn't seen for a long time.

And people's enthusiasm was completely ignited at this moment. Small flags as big as palms swayed like waves, and the whole square instantly burst into warm cheers.

“Long live the manager!!”

"Long live the Alliance!!!"

certainly.

In addition to the stereotyped voices, there are also some unique voices.

Mainly issued by players.

“Brother Guang is awesome!!”

"Brother Guang, look at me! Brother Guang!"

"Do you still remember the garbage dump beside Linghu Lake? I helped you pick up the rags!"

"Dad, look at me!"

"Go away, stop trying to make connections there!"

"Hey... the NPCs in this game are so damn handsome. They are almost half as good as me."

"vomit!!!"

Although there are some NPCs in the alliance who have learned Mandarin, such as Boss Xia.

However, because the speeches of these players were too abstract, even Xiaoyu, who was the first to learn Mandarin, could not understand them.

Standing in the crowd, Pai stood on tiptoes and curiously poked his head toward the residents of the shelter.

"What is that person over there shouting at the top of his lungs?"

Xiaoyu, who didn't pay much attention at first, closed his eyes and listened carefully for a while before speaking seriously.

"It seems like she is shouting that she wants to give birth to a child for Brother Chu."

Pai was stunned for a moment and turned around.

"Huh? But that guy is a man?"

Xiaoyu's eyebrows suddenly stood up. BIqupai.

"That's not okay!"

Alyssa standing aside said dumbfounded.

"Let's put aside the question of whether it's possible or not...that kind of thing is simply impossible."

Heya, who crossed her arms, pursed her lips and smiled, and gently pushed the holographic glasses on the bridge of her nose.

"From a technical point of view..."

Before she could say anything, Boss Xia covered her mouth.

"Okay, okay, stop being technical, I don't want to hear that stuff, thank you!"

Standing here are not only the residents of the Alliance, but also many wastelanders who have come from afar, as well as residents of other survivor forces.

The legends about alliance managers no longer only belong to the alliance or the river valley province.

Those coalition forces who returned home and all the people who longed for order had already brought the deeds about him and the residents of Vault 404 to every corner of the wasteland.

Those stories are like dandelion seeds, taking root and sprouting in strange lands one after another.

And those people who yearn for him are coming here with the mood of pilgrimage.

Countless people even made a special trip from distant Ideal City or even Triumph City to come here in order to see him with their own eyes and see what the guy who led the coalition forces to victory looked like.

"...Is that the manager of the alliance?"

"She actually looks quite young."

"I thought he would be an old man...but he looked like he was in his early twenties."

"Maybe he actually lived a long time, but he just can't tell."

"You mean like the old guys from the academy?"

"I can't say, who knows about this kind of thing."

Several Weirant people folded their arms and stood on the edge of the crowd in the square, looking at the figure standing in the center.

Not far away from them, several survivors from Ideal City were shouting excitedly with several mercenaries from the Free State.

"I heard that in the Weifu Wasteland, he blasted a Forerunner wearing biodynamic armor with one hammer!"

"He even went to the front line himself?!"

"Haha, then he has so many legendary deeds. If you have time, just find a tavern in Dawn City and ask around. Those drunkards can talk to them all day long."

"Incredible..."

"Sounds like bragging."

"Ahem! I dare not vouch for other things, but this thing is absolutely true. To tell you the truth, I served in the 100th Mountain Division before, and I saw it with my own eyes!"

In the midst of the boiling noise, the eight o'clock bell rang in the square on time.

That is the time of day when the sun shines most brightly.

Standing in the center of the square, Chu Guang glanced around at the expectant faces in the square, and spoke in a solemn yet friendly voice, sending greetings on the first day of the New Year to those who were looking forward to it. congratulate.

"Today is the 214th year of the Wasteland Era. More than two centuries have passed since we lost everything and fell from heaven into the abyss...unknowingly."

"But at this moment, what I want to remember is not the two centuries of decline, but the year 213 of the Wasteland Era that just passed -"

"The history of that entire year was written by our hands!"

“…In the past year, we not only conquered the mother nest that had poisoned this land for more than two hundred years, but also spread the seeds of civilization to the far south, and drove away the plague and the plague that were eyeing our prosperity. Chaos and savagery.”

"This road is not easy. It is even full of hardships, ups and downs, and death. We have stood at the crossroads of destiny more than once, and have fallen into chaos and disagreements several times."

"But fortunately, we did not give up, but united and put aside all disputes, stood side by side for a common destiny, and jointly formed a line of defense to defend the bottom line and dignity of human civilization, and have been fighting for it until now. , until we achieve final victory!”

"This great and glorious victory belongs not only to the Alliance, but also to those who fought alongside us, and to all those who have dreams and hopes for the end of the Wasteland Era!"

“Today we will face new challenges, including how to resolve unresolved disputes, how to continue to extend the path that has been illuminated, and how to sow the seeds of civilization to more distant places and care for them to grow. forming."

"I believe we have enough ability and determination to complete all our assumptions for tomorrow. Our predecessors have left us enough experience, blueprints and inspirations. Now it is time to take over the torch in their hands and let us Let’s continue to pass this fire forward!”

"The Wasteland Era will definitely end in our hands, and this victory that has been delayed for two centuries will eventually belong to us!"

"Belongs to all survivors who unite!"

The moment Chu Guang finished speaking, the square suddenly erupted with torrential applause and thunderous cheers and cheers.

Looking at the energetic faces, Chu Guang smiled and waved, and then handed over the hosting rights of the celebration to the emcee waiting behind him, announcing the official start of the celebration.

As before, Chu Guang does not intend to take up too much of people's time.

After distributing the medals of honor to the players, he left the square that belonged to all survivors, surrounded by flowers and applause.

He has always felt that on this day worth celebrating, people should spend more time with their families instead of spending energy on themselves.

What's more, he also needs some private time to deal with trivial matters in life and relationships, and to wander around the settlement.

Especially the latter.

He wanted to spend more time to see how people were doing during his absence, and what new tricks his cute little players had come up with.

However, just when Chu Guang was wondering where to go to have a meal first, Lu Bei, who was following him, suddenly seemed to have received some news, and his face instantly became serious.

Quickening his pace and walking to Chu Guang's side, he lowered his voice and whispered.

"Sir... something big happened!"

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