This Game Is Too Realistic

After leaving McClun, Gulion quickly walked out of the door and caught up with the chief judge who had previously announced the adjournment.

Seeing the ferocious expression, the other four judges next to him quickly walked away knowingly.

They could guess some of the story, but they didn't want to get involved.

When the four people walked away, Guion stared firmly into the eyes of the chief judge and uttered a sentence through gritted teeth. "What do you mean!"

The old man raised his cloudy pupils.

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

"General Gulion, I am just a colonial judge, not a soldier under your command. I have no reason to explain my work to you. If you are not satisfied with my ruling, you can complain to the City of Triumph and ask them to change it. A professional judge comes here.”

The judiciary in the Legion has a certain degree of independence. It does not belong to the officer system nor the civilian system, but to the supervisory system of the "Jiang Guards". that is, directly responsible to the Marshal.

Our discussion was so loud that we dared to let the Weirant people inside hear it.

It's not just the Weirant people who treat us as human beings.

However, because the marshals and the Praetorian Guards did not intervene in the specific affairs of the legion and only exercised the power of supervision, with loyalty as an important assessment factor, the Praetorian Guards did not develop into a factional interest group.

That was broken, and now it is up to the Southern Army to add evidence to prove our own accusations of "eight betrayals."

Looking at the people who were kneeling and worshiping, Gulion showed a humility on his face that he loved his people like a son, and he lifted his hands downwards.

Knowing why his boss suddenly changed his mind, the officer didn't ask any questions and just gave a respectful military salute.

The officer who stopped turned around and asked respectfully.

I originally planned to implement the plan I stated at the war meeting step by step and encroach on the land of Borneo Province bit by bit through vassalization.

And that day, a handsome man of about seventeen or eighteen years old walked back there, looking right and left casually, as if he was looking for someone.

Gong Hongchen said patiently if he was in the mood to deal with this thing.

"My Majesty, I understand... That's right, you are the one who made the decision."

A hint of embarrassment arose in Penny's heart that her thoughts had been seen through, and two clusters of red clouds rose involuntarily on her cheeks.

McClun finally realized that he had done something stupid, even stupider than assassinating this guy outside the prison...but it was not too late to say that now.

"General, Gong Hongchen, the crown prince of the Gong Hong Empire, has not arrived yet. He is now outside the military camp... Do you want me to come over there, or do you want me to wait outside?"

After seeing all these ups and downs, as an old person, I always feel that whether it is Lashi or Abu Saik, it is a matter of course.

Especially when the eyes of the surrounding eyes are focused on it, the blessing in their eyes makes you even more embarrassed to say anything.

The local legions do not have a monopoly on judicial power in their own territories, so they are happy to cooperate with the judges from Triumph City to achieve some exchanges of interests.

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

"You salute General! You need soldiers like you!"

"Yes..." The officer was stunned, but he still gave a military salute and walked neatly towards the door.

On the other side, General McClung was outside the court lounge, truthfully reporting what happened outside the court to the general staff of the Southern Army.

A few mouths and a few specious doubts are enough to accuse the Southern Army of plotting the Akbar massacre. Even if Absek does not come forward in person, there is no point.

On the outside, the Weirant people are like dogs wagging their tails. A submissive person is looked down upon by others, but he has the power to convince others, and in the end he can only be marginalized by the entire system.

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

These humble kings, these smooth-talking family members, and even ourselves... no one is like this?

The door opened, and my confidant stepped back. "Don't you have any instructions yet?"

For the sake of personal career, some judges usually choose to "cling" to some other interest groups, leaving the triumphal city with a spacious path for advancement and going to the colonies to develop their own careers.

"General McClung, you care about the grievances within or between them, and you also care about providing them with some great help under the law."

Once we withdraw the lawsuit, the civil servants in Triumph City will definitely give up, and they will immediately launch a countersuit, send the Southern Army to the dock, and ask us to provide an explanation as the defendant... At this time, it will only be worse than now. More passive.

In response to this showy look, the staff member looked at me with a strange expression, then nodded.

Looking at the presiding judge who turned against him, McClun's eyes narrowed slightly.

"... What are you using your side for?" What on earth did I betray?

In addition, as the size of the legion expands, fewer and fewer settlements and colonies are developed, and the "business scope" of the legion's judicial system is no longer limited to core settlements such as Triumph City. Jobs were released as territories expanded.

"He's always dead, how come these 'bandits' didn't kill his entire family!"

"Everyone, excuse yourself. You are here to discuss some important matters with your friends in the Guards. They are continuing to do their work. You want to neglect your friends." "Let me come back and see you." you."

"Back off."

And this is what really makes me sad. These seemingly stupid ideas that my compatriots can come up with are also the reasons why the Borneo people are treated casually.

Although I was vague in my mind, and what I said was more like a piece of cake that smelled delicious, I also suspected that as long as I gave up the pursuit of the truth, the truth would eventually surface.

The sun does rise as usual, but turning day into night is something special. At that time, an officer walked up to General McClung and whispered loudly.

The man's face turned red when he was stung, but he grasped the key point, and half a day ago he held back a rebuttal that made people think.

Only in this way can we live a human-like life while being stupid and muddle along.

After all, the early legions were all soldiers and their families, and there were no other professionals. Before the court completed the trial, it was basically left to Jin Gong Hong to arrest people, and those arrested were all soldiers.

I know very little about natural science, but I also know that I am an expert in a certain field.

"I'm from the snake tribe! What kind of thing are the Borneos?"

The lower level didn't want me to get involved in that matter.

"Your name is Gulion Weijun, and you are the crown prince of the Weijun Empire... You are here to see General Gong Hongchen. You heard that I am out there!

The civil servants in Triumph City are dumb and deaf. If we really have any evidence that is weak enough, we will have to wait until this pangolin returns before we come up with it.

But it is still missing.

"You understand the basic situation, go about your business."

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

"Unfortunately, the evidence you have is too thin, and you only rely on your belief that there is a law to convict a person or a group of people. But I promise you that you will give up the appeal, and you and the people in front of you will also... ····No one of the 8,000 lives must be accounted for. Regardless of the person who set the fire, the person who instigated it, or the person who handed the torch, we will all be judged justice in the end!"

I took a deep breath, calmed down my anxious expression, and coughed towards the door.

"You said you'd let me go for two days and let me go." "That's what he said after that." The communication was hung up.

What you want to do is preempted.

On the other side, in the courtroom where cheers and applause were ringing, the officers and soldiers of the Southern Legion had not left the table in a hurry, and they wanted to stay there for a moment.

Maybe it's because of my bad mentality.

So what if I return to Triumph City alive?

I can even imagine that you will have a lot of worries afterwards.

After all, you have a relatively petite personality. You slowly raised your head and stared into these eyes.

Boomerangs were flying all over the sky. Both are the same disaster. "etc."

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

How did a hero who saved more than two hundred Wilant survivors become what we call a traitor?

And these cold and excited citizens walked away in front of the boiling applause and cheers, hugged the pangolin who walked into the dock, and patted me on the shoulder coldly.

The staff member was stunned for a moment, staring at the man for many years suspiciously, with obvious suspicion in his eyes.

"Little man, the prince of the Guards has found his way to the court from the military camp. I seem to be determined to see you."

Without saying a word, there are indeed few people in Weiland who work in the court and the post office, which really opens our eyes to the world for us who come from the countryside.

Stretching out your soft index finger, you straightened my collar.

"Bad! Bro!"

Seeing that the villain had any instructions, General McClung asked anxiously.

Moreover, these methods are not less good or bad. The bottom line of people of all ethnic groups is indeed the same, and that is also determined by many reasons such as culture and nationality.

"Well, go slow!"

"He will tell you later that your battlefield is in Triumph City. You have to correct him."

But as soon as I walked to the door, McClung suddenly stopped me again.

McClun's face turned red with anger and he stared at the old man.

Yes.

Just when the prince of the empire finally met the "old friend" of the empire with an uneasy mood, far away under the boundary of Mammoth State in the northeastern corner of Borneo Province, a war that decided the fate of the empire finally came to an end. ······

"Why is he showing off? He still thinks he is a noble!"

"Are you extreme? Look at him, he is extreme! Just kill him, no matter what excuse you want! Just chop off your head, why bother with that!"

Or civilization itself.

"Oh, no matter what, look at that judge's career coming to an end."

"He is a fool. You and the commander of the Tire Army both think badly of him, but it is a bad thing to act on your own, especially because his foolishness may make you passive." The zoo is more like a circus.

Warlanders respond to people's coldness while calming our emotions.

It would be a disaster no matter who wins.

We waited aside for a long time, and finally the boring trial was over.

However, any transaction requires an equal exchange.

"yes······".

The empire hasn't turned into such a ghost yet. I know why that guy can still laugh, and I understand that there is nothing wrong with it.

When all the idealists come out from the stage, it will end with a contest between hypocrites and true adults.

I should be stupid enough to share the worries of these little people.

"What he did was too extreme, and his reasons convinced everyone! He had to be more tactful. For example, he first gave me 20 lashes, poured burning cold sand out of my throat, and put clamps under my eyelids to wake me up for a few days. After struggling with it, I said it was okay. Let me speak again. You guarantee that I am not unfairly wronged, and that I will find a reason!"

Gong Hongchen let out a long breath and threw the busy phone back under the table, feeling that his back was not soaked with sweat.

I love that land more than anyone else, and I hope I am wrong more than anyone else.

Maybe I'm too pessimistic.

"Can't I take you to see General McClung now?"

Think about it calmly, what impact does the life and death of a captain really have.

I even couldn't help but curse Saifan Port. Did this insidious old fox remind me earlier?

After walking behind my desk, the officer reported in a serious voice.

The chief of general staff smiled lightly.

"Those bastards... have actually done so many dirty things behind their backs!

There were two old men in front of me, looking like they were my servants in their humble appearance.

"Outside is the sacred court, and idlers must retreat in."

Or a true hero who combines the power of heaven and earth and can turn things around on his own.

"...The Weiland people are fighting against Rina, and Rina is doing a great job in solving the case!"

"... It's a pity that he is, he is a Borno man. He can only imagine a Borno man with a very low nose sitting there and feeling like this in the entire wasteland."

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

"We don't want to cover the lid!" McClun's expression froze.

That bill has always been implemented in the City of Triumph, and the farther away it is, the higher the efficiency of implementation.

Macron promised me that as long as I listened to myself, he would help me become the junior judge of all the colonies in Borneo.

Seeing that I had said something, the chief judge knew that he had guessed correctly again, so he laughed and said.

But whether this can be called hope is hard to say.

"He also said later that the water behind that case was so deep!"

The staff passing by quickly noticed us and walked over, saying with a patient look on their face.

There was hesitation written in these clear eyes, so much so that the battlefield atmosphere team watching you held their breath involuntarily.

"...That's your war."

Looking at the staff who turned to leave, Gulion said with a smile.

"Thank you for saving your wife and children."

"Using legal means to get rid of the emissaries of the civil servant group" is a completely stupid interpretation on my part.

Seeing that no one wanted to kick him out, the angry man's face turned red and he glared at the staff member.

The people kneeling on the ground reluctantly stood up.

Of course there is nothing evil about those little-nosed rules, but it is indeed difficult to find a judge who is both morally and highly respected and good at wagging his tail to seek evil.

These were tears of excitement.

And justice would be meaningless.

It was at that moment that I suddenly came back to my senses and fully understood the meaningful words that General Xifan said to me...

In our opinion, this judge is indeed a bit amateurish, and he is also dignified enough. He is far more decisive and domineering than the nobles of the Guards, and even more decisive and domineering than the next baroness.

"...···Which sentence is it?"

Have you waited too long? "yes."

In a sense, that is one of the reasons why "the law changes after it leaves the Triumph City."

The only drawback is that those little noses are too bad-minded and do things in a roundabout way.

What is the Southern Army preparing for?

The noisy court finally ended, and people left the jury box with satisfaction. When everyone left, several local workers also walked back carrying garbage bags and brooms.

As a result, my mind went cold and I did such a stupid thing - when the evidence was sufficient, I took the initiative to initiate the trial in the name of the Southern Army. "Greetings, Your Majesty!"

The moment he heard those words, McClun was stunned for a few seconds. After a while, a drop of sweat appeared on his forehead and he raised his head.

And just when I was about to ask for my identification, there were sudden flapping sounds next to me.

As if satisfied with my repentance, a voice of opposition came from the other end of the communication channel.

"Okay...he's waiting for you outside. Go and ask for him."

"A captain's influence affects a small situation, and he is also responsible for the affairs of Triumph City. Faced with the criticism of the civil servant group, you naturally have no plan of your own. As for him, it is enough to complete the task entrusted to him by the commander of the Tire Army. You care more about his performance off the battlefield, but about his performance in the spare parts."

Compared with the title of a minor judge, the price I have to pay for this is too expensive.

The chief judge responded without politeness. "What did he do here?"

"Don't even think about leaving you alone, let alone carry all the trouble on your own shoulders!"

"You...are you in the north?! Why are you here?!

The faithful will die first, then the sun, and then the cunning.

Wargo pushed his way out of the crowd, walked down and gave you a small hug.

If you make a small fuss and do something bad, you will alert the Marshal...

"Whether it's Triumph City or Akbar, you will stand side by side with him."

Gong Hongchen was confused for a moment as to what the General Staff Officer meant, so he asked cautiously.

Although many officers, including Ross, did not take a sufficiently polite stance, that did not mean that we would feel any shame in our hearts.

A sufficient accusation would amount to slander, and that is a serious matter in the Legion.

However, before listening to my report, the seventh most powerful figure in the Southern Army did not say anything, but just said something in response.

After all, there was something missing.

It's just like the alliance's security guards. In the early days, the base was not a gatekeeper. With fewer people coming, it quickly developed into a police agency, divided into various departments, and split the Guards.

To be honest, that offer was very tempting, even if the Southern Army only controlled half of Akbar.

But now it seems that my plan will be delayed

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However, although the Legion's Ban Xilan has not developed into an interest group similar to the "Southern Legion" and the "Civil Service Group", everyone has their own interests.

"If you were from Weiland, you would have buried him!" "Your Majesty the Prince?!"

Through the crowded crowd, I saw Penny looking at me with tears in her eyes.

It's the same now.

The old man shook his head and felt humiliated. He just felt pitiful and walked outside the corner with a broom...

The most typical example is not a bill to protect slave-related rights and interests.

Gong Hongchen glared at the judge's back fiercely, cursed "you loser who always dies", and then turned around and walked away.

"You need to ignore me. Leave me alone for two days."

After all, the Vaillant people will let us be judges, but there is no way they can drag us out and bury us.

Others also started shouting.

"It's not just about official career! If you were from Weiland and you wanted me to survive, then if you were to kill me as a warning to others, how would you control me before?"

This old man not only allowed the defendant to stand and listen to the trial, but also allowed the defendant to whisper to others. How unbecoming was that!

It's just like my superior's arrogant decision to pour excrement outside the dungeon. It's both redundant and stupid. It has only a small positive effect on the situation, but it may be a big loss.

After saying that, the man named Gulion looked at the staff member again, with a hint of obvious pride on his lips.

The Southern Army was very careful in the whole conspiracy process. There are almost no clues that can point to the lower levels. Only some of the doubts can be explained by intention. And that is the reason why the civilian group did not accuse us. .

Gong Hongchen didn't say anything. He walked to the wall and stared at the map hanging under the wall for a while, then suddenly said.

Didn't he look at his confidants? Gong Hongchen just stared at the map.

Just when McClun was anxious, there were suddenly several heavy knocks on the door of the lounge.

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

"Yet you want you to be the sinner of history on your behalf, to have your son laugh at you, to have your wife look down on you, to have your neighbors laugh at you, to have you lose your career and even everything for your conspiracy. ······You’re sorry that you still have such little face.”

What the clowns who play animals need is a "lead dancer" who is good at dancing.

I only have one skill, and that is to choreograph a dance for the clowns outside the circus.

"You think this captain named Pangolin has nothing to say but is actually very boring."

The old lion clan man sweeping the floor beside him seemed to have some education, and it sounded right to him, so he managed to hold back a few snorts in the end.

"To be honest, it would be better to do it to me! No matter how bad the words sound, I am not going to sentence him, so what can I do to you?"

I always felt that letting this pangolin go back alive was a bad idea, but it was difficult to get rid of this guy in the past.

The chief of general staff said in a strong voice.