This Game Is Too Realistic

"...Dear residents of Yongye Port, good morning. I am Yahui, the governor of Yongye Port."

"I'm very sorry to take up your precious time, but maintaining the order and peace of Yongye Port is our unshirkable responsibility, so please give me two minutes to explain the current situation we are facing..."

"About a few days ago, Captain Willoughby of the garrison approved the implementation of Project Wasp. Its purpose is to obtain the intelligence we need from Alliance spies."

"Objectively speaking, this is actually a good plan, and we are almost successful. However, unfortunately, at the last moment, Kant, the key executor of the plan, was instigated by spies from the Alliance and concocted it in our settlement. It was a tragedy that caused pain to relatives and joy to enemies."

"This is a shameful betrayal! Not only a betrayal to the Wilantes, but also a betrayal to the Marshal! However, I cannot blame all the problems on the evil of the Alliance. I must admit that the Governor's Mansion also bears a certain degree of responsibility. responsibility."

"Project Vespa has serious safety hazards, and Captain Willoughby is to blame for taking rash actions without caring about the lives and property of the residents of Evernight Harbor. I solemnly announce here that the Governor-General has dismissed his garrison commander-in-chief After being relieved of his duties, he will be transferred back to the Colonial Office of Aventur City to await his relocation."

"In addition, starting from tomorrow, I will also be suspended for a month for reflection, and the position of governor will be temporarily handed over to my deputy, Captain Amirswan..."

In addition to the punishment of the removal of Captain Willoughby and the decision to suspend the Governor, the Government House also announced a series of measures.

This includes classifying snake oil as an illegal drug, for example, prohibiting the private resale of "Sharon" distributed free of charge by the logistics office, etc.

In addition, in order to search for alliance spies hiding in Yongye Port, the garrison's blockade of the northwest city was extended to Yongye Harbor.

During the blockade period, the passenger channel of Yongye Port and the post office and other facilities will be temporarily closed. If you want to leave the settlement and go to the desert, you will also need a stamped customs clearance certificate from the Governor's Palace.

The power to issue certificates lies in the hands of the acting governor, Captain Amirswan.

not only that.

In view of the fact that the criminals hiding in Blackwater Lane took advantage of the situation during the "Radio Station Riot" incident, the Government Government authorities took advantage of the situation and announced that they would launch a purge operation in Blackwater Lane, and entrusted the purge operation to the 40th A team of tens of thousands of people marched on foot.

Yahui, who read from the script, did not mention the specific act of robbery by fire, but he linked it to the residents who died near the radio station, both covertly and covertly.

However, perhaps out of self-awareness of the persuasiveness of his words, although he denounced the thugs in Blackwater Lane, he did not dare to say how many people the thugs had killed, so he just kept it vague.

Although it was initially said that it would only take two minutes, by the time Governor Yahui finally finished speaking about all the decisions of the Governor's Mansion, half an hour had passed.

In a sense, this may also indicate that this announcement itself is part of the art of satire.

There is not a word of truth in this guy's mouth.

And he's been lying since he said "Dear".

However, although the respected Mr. Governor told a lot of lies on the radio, it was true that the Southern Army was serious.

At the same time as the broadcast was broadcast, the 400,000th team that surrounded Blackwater Alley also received orders from the headquarters.

Twenty teams of 100 people went deep into this slum with no house number from five directions under the cover of armored vehicles and conducted house-to-house searches.

All those whose weapons were found in their homes were thrown into Katnaud Prison, and those who could not be held in the prison were taken directly to the suburbs.

With the sound of gunshots, rows of corpses fell down, and trucks carrying living people entered one after another, but no living person came out.

Of course there are some damned guys among them, but the vast majority of innocent people have become the targets of venting their anger.

Thanks to the document signed by the Governor-General, the power of trial has been placed in the hands of the headquarters together with the command of the purge operation.

The young men in the 400,000-strong team responsible for executing the order were even more furious. From their hesitation at first, they no longer even frowned.

They can be cruel to their compatriots, let alone these aliens.

Just as the Weirant people in Yongye Port shared their hatred for the authorities and the garrison, the hatred of the aliens towards the Weilant people also reached an unprecedented level.

And the man pictured on the wanted poster plastered all over the streets has unknowingly become the idol in the hearts of countless young men in Blackwater Alley.

I heard that the man named Morse single-handedly singled out an entire elimination team.

And he even killed a captain!

Those Vaillantes don't seem to be anything special.

Now it's not just the Borneo people who feel this way, these survivors from the desert are gradually starting to feel this way in their hearts...

…

Tavern in the port area.

Although a lot has happened in the past two days, the business here has not been affected in any way.

After all, most of the customers drinking here are soldiers who are about to go to the front line, and they who take orders from the front line headquarters are not subject to the rules and regulations of the Governor's Palace.

Even because of what happened during this period, they, who had accumulated a lot of pressure, became more drinkable than usual, and the entire drink business in the port was even better than usual.

certainly.

Security is another story.

In a dimly lit corner, Meta glanced at the drunken man outside the window who was communicating with his fists, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

"I thought you were serious about this."

The Wilant man sitting opposite him smiled faintly.

"We are indeed serious, but we are more tolerant towards our compatriots. If you don't believe it, you can go to Blackwater Lane and have a look. I believe you will have a deeper understanding."

His name is Serwell, and he serves as the section chief of the Equipment Management Section of the Logistics Department. It was he who trained Tony, the "informant."

Now that Peter was dead and Tony was dead, he was the only one who could possibly reconnect the broken threads.

Although the Minister of General Affairs did not say anything, the vacant secretary position said it all——

There is no suitable candidate for Minister Dickens yet.

Whoever can get things done beautifully and withstand all risks for the leader will be the best choice as the next secretary.

Of course he would not miss this opportunity to soar into the sky.

In terms of political skills, General Gulion is indeed no match for Dickens' Captain Ten Thousand. Although the latter made a series of promises to him, those promises are actually no different from nonsense.

If you have never done something before, how can you never do it again?

After listening to Sewell's words, Meta laughed out loud.

"You? Are you tolerant to your compatriots? Did I hear you right?"

He had seen everything that happened in the past two days, and this made him look down on these hypocritical guys even more.

Valeant people first?

That's just a lie to trick the people of Velant into dying.

The things you really care about don’t need to be talked about like chanting scriptures, and these racists are the ones who least care about the life and death of their own people.

On the other hand, family associations that transcend racial boundaries are the ones who truly care about their compatriots. Not even just their compatriots, they treat every family member as warm as spring, just like their own children, calling them affectionately and truly caring about them.

Facing Meta's ridicule, Sewell, who was sitting opposite him, just smiled carelessly and retorted.

"You did hear it right. Compared with the River Valley people who died at the hands of the survivors in the River Valley Province, and the Borneo people who died at the hands of the survivors in the Borneo Province, the Wilant people who died at the hands of the Wilant people are just A small change... Do you need me to help you recall what you have done?"

Meta narrowed her eyes.

"It's not necessary. We remember our own history much better than you. Besides, don't blame us for the stupid things that pigs like Lacy and Absek did. We are different from them."

The corner of Sewell's mouth curled up into a playful smile.

"Really? Then just treat it like this."

He is not here to bullshit this Borneo.

But if this guy uses his brain to think about why he can sit here and talk nonsense with him, he should figure out some problems.

They even arrest people from the alliance first, let alone the identity of a mere Golden Gallon Port?

Although he does not think his boss, Minister Dickens, is a good person, there is no doubt about one thing - winning the current war is the unanimous interest of all parties within the Southern Army. At most, there are certain differences in the way to win and personal interests. differences.

If Shah Rukh was really smarter than Rasi and Absaek, Minister Dickens would never have made this money.

After all, if that were the case, General Gulion would never just give a warning. The bombers and ground troops would have already called for him.

No matter how many mountains there are in Snake State, they are no better than the three northern states that connect the Zhuobar Mountains and are dotted with tropical forests. The harder the bones, the harder they are to gnaw.

In other words, Captain Dickens and General Gurion agree on the fact that Shah Rukh is a weakling who is strong on the outside.

Of course, Snake State is not without capable people.

For example, Gopal, the former staff officer of the Gray Wolf Army, a subordinate of the Empire's "God of War" Alaya, and the current commander of the border army in the Snake State Theater, is one of these ruthless people.

But that's another story.

"Mr. Mehta, let's talk about business matters."

Seeing Sewell becoming serious, Meta's expression also became serious.

"you say."

Picking up the cup and taking a sip of ice water, Serwell continued speaking slowly.

"Tony and your conditions remain the same, but illegal items will be much more expensive than legal items. You have to give us a 20% discount on the original supply price."

Meta whispered.

"I can't make the decision on this matter. I will report it to my superior. Is there anything else?"

Sewell, who put down his water glass, continued slowly.

"Also, Tony is dead, and we need a new partner to take charge of distribution. However, with the current situation in Blackwater Alley, it is difficult for us to cooperate with local aliens, and they may not trust us."

Meta's eyes flashed with excitement, but he hid it carefully.

"Are you going to hand it over to us?"

Sewell smiled meaningfully, took out a public bidding document from his arms and threw it in front of him.

Looking at Meta who reached out to take the document, he continued speaking concisely.

"We plan to transform Blackwater Alley. All the projects combined will require about 10,000 to 20,000 laborers. Since this will definitely incubate a violent organization, why not let this organization be under our control? What do you think? ?”

"Leave the labor matters to me," Meta carefully accepted the document and looked at Serwell as he continued seriously, "By the way, what about the customs? What did Kuruan say? I need to contact him. ?"

He was just being polite, but he actually wanted to hear the answer "No need". After all, he really didn't want to deal with the Weirant people.

However, the other party's answer was beyond his expectation.

"He quit."

"Quited?" Meta opened his eyes in surprise, disbelief written on his face.

Sewell's expression was a little complicated, and he didn't seem to want to mention this matter.

"...Yes, to be precise, he resigned and plans to leave Yongye Port forever to be with his friends."

Meta's Adam's apple moved.

"where to?"

Sewell shrugged.

"Who knows, the port has been closed recently and there is not a single flight... Actually, I am more curious about how he plans to leave here."

"This guy knows what's going on between us, is it really okay to let him go?" Meta lowered his voice, a trace of fierceness flashed in his eyes, "If it's not convenient for you to do it, I can-"

"Mr. Meta, you are a smart man, but this is not Xilan. Remember not to be too smart, otherwise you will die one day without knowing why."

Serwell took out a cigarette, struck a match and lit it.

Looking at the stunned eyes through the swirling smoke, he placed the matchbox in his hand on the table, gently pushed it down in front of Meta, and continued in a non-joking tone.

"Peter messed up. He deserves to die, but as you can see, this matter is not over yet. We will still avenge him."

"It's just one aspect that he's from Weiland, but more importantly, you and I will retire one day... so don't do things too badly."

"He left without apologizing to anyone. That's the end of the matter."

…

Kant died in the early hours of the first weekend of August.

Due to the legion's blockade of the northwest city, people have never seen his body or his face.

However, less than three days after his death, his name appeared in the streets of Yongye Port.

The veterans stranded in Evernight Port and all the citizens who sympathized with him left his name on the wall in the form of graffiti.

He is a real hero.

Even if he dies, he will live forever in the hearts of the residents of Evernight Harbor.

The Yongye Port authorities and the lackeys of the garrison cleaned the walls over and over again, but these graffiti and words were repainted over and over again, and continued to spread outside the northwest city, even with people Spread in unexpected ways.

For example, use music that is more shocking to the soul as a carrier.

Not all of the Weirant people are guys with muscles and brains. They also have their own artistic cells and humanistic spirit, otherwise they would not have evolved from a group of cannon fodder into a united nation.

What is worth mentioning is that the glorious change a century and a half ago seemed to have started with the death of a Wilant man.

The dawn always appears when the night is extremely dark, but I wonder if they still need a foreigner to save them this time.

The blocked northwest urban area is adjacent to Street 3 of the broadcasting station.

Carver looked at the ugly words on the wall and felt like a thorn in his back.

In fact, he was more confused than feeling offended.

He thought he was the pride of the Weiland people.

However, more and more compatriots regard them as a shame.

"How much did these idiots get paid to do such a shameful thing?" The gunner cursed, took off the white spray paint hanging from his waist, and erased the insulting slogan.

The commander looked around, lit a cigarette and put it in his mouth.

"You're wasting your efforts, there's psoriasis everywhere here... I bet as soon as we get out of here someone's going to have new ones on our backs."

The correspondent whistled and joked.

"The people in the command center are not very smart. If you ask me, they should give us a brightly colored spray gun."

The commander grinned.

"It's useless. If you paint it black, they can write it in white."

After finishing his work, the gunner inserted the spray gun back into his waist and cursed.

"Then let's pretend to leave and then turn back... I want to see which brat is against us."

"Then you have seen it. At least half of the people in the entire settlement are unhappy with us." The driver smiled faintly and glanced at the closed curtained windows. "I bet there are at least ten pairs of eyes watching. Follow us..."

"I'm glad it's not a gunpoint hidden behind the curtain. At least things haven't gotten that bad yet. I don't want to fight with one of my own people."

Carver didn't say a word, listening to the arguments of his teammates in silence, but he was thinking about other things.

He was thinking about his tractor.

Somehow, he suddenly felt that there was nothing wrong with farming, at least he would never encounter so many bad things on his farm.

He had never been so homesick.

But maybe he wasn't homesick, but just wanted to escape from a place that made him doubt his faith...

…

The northwest city of Yongye Port is full of soldiers patrolling with guns, and Carver's team is just an inconspicuous one among them.

And just when the queue at the junction of the city and the city formed a long queue, the pier of Yongye Port was also crowded with people.

Among them were large families, newlyweds, and single young people.

Their professions, classes, and social status are all different, but without exception, they all carry large and small bags and look like they plan to leave without ever returning.

A similar thing seemed to have happened eight months ago.

It’s just that this time is different from the past. The Weirant people in Evernight Port did not leave the colony to reunite with their families, but because a series of measures taken by the authorities made them feel uneasy, and at the same time they completely lost their confidence in the Southern Legion. .

It is worth mentioning that except for the soldiers and officers who are in the establishment and need to obey the orders of their superiors, the citizens of the Wilantes who do not hold positions within the corps system can move freely within the territory of the corps. This is what the marshal granted a long time ago. their power.

However, due to the executive order signed by the Governor overnight before classes ended, all passenger flights at the port have been cancelled.

Looking at the crowd blocking the terminal, the manager of the Passenger Transport Bureau was so anxious that he was sweating profusely and shouted loudly to the crowd stopped by the security personnel.

"Everyone, go back. There are no flights leaving here recently. When they resume one day, there will be a broadcast to notify you."

A man carrying a suitcase pointed at the passenger ship docked at the pier and shouted angrily.

"Why can those boats leave?"

The management staff of the Passenger Transport Bureau shouted with their heads down.

"Those ships transport supplies! They are going back to the east soon. Do you plan to go with them? Then you can ask the captain! As long as you don't regret it!"

When he heard that it was a boat going to the east, the man immediately shut up and stopped talking.

East side...

That's wasteland.

Even if the actions of the Evernight Harbor authorities were shameful, he would not go to the wasteland to face the Death Claws that eat people without spitting out bones just to get rid of those hypocritical guys.

Facing the envious eyes on the shore, Arman felt half ashamed and half glad.

Needless to say, what he was ashamed of was that before he came here, he was worried that the Yongye Port authorities would requisition his fleet, so he specifically asked the logistics office for a document approving departure from the port.

Although his worries were unnecessary. The Yongye Port authorities had no shortage of ships to transport supplies and there was no need to requisition the passenger ships he had, but no one expected the series of things that would happen later.

In short, thanks to the certificate issued to him by the frontline logistics office, he did not have to pay attention to the administrative order signed by the Governor of Yongye Port and could leave the freight channel unimpeded.

However, the people from the Port Passenger Transport Bureau also told him that after leaving the port, he was not allowed to come back until the blockade was over.

As for when it will end, you need to check at the post offices or port passenger transport bureaus in other colonies.

In addition to Arman and his family, there were also some passengers on board who didn’t choose their destination.

Most of them are residents of the northwest urban areas.

To most residents of Evernight Harbor, Governor Yahui and Captain Willoughby are hypocritical villains at best, but to them, those people are not only villains, but also murderers!

Many of their relatives and friends died that night, but they waited for a long time without a word.

Rather than facing those guys who hide their knives in their smiles, they would rather face the alien species and predators that eat people without spitting out bones - even though Arman told them that it was not that exaggerated, and there were indeed more alien species in the eastern provinces than in the western provinces. , but no more dangerous than the great desert.

It is worth mentioning that although most of the passengers who fled were not wealthy, there were a few who were extremely wealthy.

For example, a guy named Feili is a local jeweler in Yongye Port, and it is said that the business scale is not small.

It was said that both of his sons died that night, which made him and his wife completely disheartened by the group of guys who betrayed the marshal.

Not only did he take all his belongings with him when he left this time, he also took out 200 million dinars and 8 million silver coins from the bank in Yongye Port and put them on the ship.

Arman is considered a man who has seen the world, but this is the first time he has seen so many golden dinars piled in front of him.

Even if you don't count other belongings, those gold coins alone weigh a thousand tons!

It’s a shame that the bank in Yongye Port was able to get it!

In order to transport these properties, the guy not only hired two teams of security guards, but also rented a separate ship from Arman's fleet.

For the sake of his compatriots and the Silver Moon Goddess, Arman did not have the greed to take advantage of the fire, and just signed the transportation contract at 120% of the market price.

This was actually proposed by the other party.

After all, these are extraordinary times, and the increased price can be considered as buying peace of mind. Arman saw that he had thought about it carefully, so he readily accepted it.

However, the passenger who surprised him the most was not the jeweler named Philip, but a lame customs officer.

The fleet sounded the whistle and left the port under the watch of everyone.

Looking at Kuruan standing next to him, Arman said in a rather surprised tone.

"...I didn't expect you to get on my boat."

"Don't talk about you, I haven't thought about it myself. I still remember that I was a centurion." Kuruan smiled at himself and said with a complicated expression.

The Legion is hopeless.

Even if they conquered a thousand worlds, ten thousand worlds, the situation of the Vaillant people would not change in any way.

They will systematically produce borers, and those borers will control them like wireworms, systematically creating open enemies for them and sucking their flesh.

The marshal broke the chains imposed on them by the War Construction Committee, but they had to face their own shackles after all.

Without liberating the survivors oppressed by the Wealands, the Wealands will not be finally liberated.

"...By the way, will the Alliance arrest me?"

After all, it wasn't long ago that they threw a bunch of Alliance blue gophers into prison.

Arman said with a smile upon hearing this.

"I don't think they are so cautious. If they do, I will definitely find a way to fish you out..."

After a pause, he said again in a serious tone.

"Of course, if you are worried, you can actually disembark at Golden Gallon Port or South China Sea Alliance. The people there are pretty good."

Kuruan grinned and said calmly.

"No need, I was joking."

As he spoke, he squinted his eyes and looked at the retreating port, as well as the fellow Vaillantians standing on the port watching them leave.

"I want to follow you to the place called Settlement No. 1."

Everyone thought that the turmoil in Yongye Port was over, and that the Southern Army had successfully controlled the situation, but he did not think so.

This war is not over yet, it has just begun.

He remembers more than just a name.

He will come back...

Some friends, don’t be too outrageous. Even if you use stars or a warhammer as a reference object, it will be more similar than using reality as a reference object. How can things that are fundamentally different become the same? Please be a little more restrained, thank you.