This Game Is Too Realistic

Letting the Weiland people build their own homes is a compromise. After all, the authorities of Settlement No. 1 cannot conjure up a new city that can accommodate 5,000 people out of thin air.

In particular, Settlement No. 1 itself is receiving wasteland visitors from the eastern provinces. The expansion speed of the settlement and the growth of the population have just achieved a fragile balance, and no one is willing to break it.

Furthermore, these immigrants themselves bring a large amount of capital and manpower.

The labor force needs jobs, and funds need a suitable destination. With a little allocation of resources, the needs of both can be met at the same time.

Genk found just such an opportunity to satisfy the demands of all parties.

The authorities of Settlement No. 1 only need to produce a blueprint to acquire a new high-growth area for free. The construction site in the new area will not only stimulate the local economy, but also solve more problems caused by the continued integration of Weirant people in the future.

And with the dinar as a guarantee, the alliance's banks would be happy to provide loans.

After all, using real gold and silver foreign exchange as collateral is much more reliable than using white bars or stocks as collateral.

Although there are some Borneo people who are picking on the word "homeland" and shouting online that this is a "soft colonization" conspiracy by the Weirant people, not many people actually buy it.

After all, in terms of numbers alone, there are many more Borneos who went to the Alliance than the Wilantes.

First they were the Yue Clan people, and then they were the residents of Jingallang Port. These guys had been running away since the Xilan period.

In a sense, they are actually beneficiaries of the Union Constitution.

A person who crosses a river and then wants to tear down the bridge is unpopular no matter where he is.

In fact, after some Borneo people calmed down, they themselves realized that the reason for protest was untenable.

They tried to use racial narratives to gain sympathy from others, but survivors in the eastern provinces didn't buy it.

The Alliance supports the war in Borneo not because of their bloodline or hatred of the Velant people, but because of the similarity of class positions - they are also the survivors of suffering in the wasteland.

Back then, they themselves suffered humiliation because of racial issues and fled to the Alliance to seek asylum. But now they use racist reasons to attack their class brothers, which is unjustifiable both emotionally and rationally.

What's more, through such a drastic method...

By noon, most of the protesting crowd gathered in front of the city hall had dispersed, but there were still about a hundred stubborn guys still holding on to their position.

Settlement guards pulled a cordon around them.

Although there were several pushes and shoves during this period, it did not turn into a conflict.

Compared with the wastelanders in the eastern provinces, the survivors in Borneo are actually less aggressive and have a relatively docile personality.

As for paranoia, that's another story.

Most Borneo people are keen to reason only when it is beneficial to themselves, and regard the pros and cons of logic as enemies, even if this kind of behavior that harms others and does not benefit themselves has made them suffer in the past two centuries. suffered.

Standing outside the isolation line, looking at the excited old man holding the flag of the Mammoth Kingdom, the young guard couldn't help but curl his lips.

"Since they like that Laci so much, why don't they go back? Now is when Laci needs them the most."

The old colleague standing next to him grinned and said jokingly.

"Haha, I'll bet you a silver coin. If he really goes to Laxi's territory, he will definitely be more honest than if he goes to our prison."

The young guard couldn't help laughing, but was glared at by the old man carrying the flag of the Mammoth Kingdom.

"What are you laughing at! I paid taxes!"

The young guard said with a smile.

"Yes, yes, your Majesty, if you think anyone around here has not paid taxes, please tell me."

The old man's face turned pale with anger.

The colleague standing aside quickly pulled the young guard and gave him a warning look, telling him not to cause trouble.

The latter made a helpless expression and turned back to the car.

At this moment, the unshown mayor seemed to be unable to withstand the pressure and finally sent his secretary out.

Perhaps seeing the dawn of victory, the hundreds of Borneos protested louder and became more excited.

The mayor's secretary, who was pushed out of the thunder block, felt dizzy. He took the loudspeaker from the hands of the city hall staff and shouted at the hundreds of Borneo people who were shouting slogans.

"Ahem... Friends from Borneo, please calm down. No matter what your demands are, this is only an administrative agency, not a legislative or judicial agency, let alone the Duke's estate. We, like you, must Abide by common laws. If you feel that hosting those Vaillant people violates the laws of the Alliance, or there are any problems with our laws, you should go to the Representative Council or the court-"

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a series of voices.

To be honest, it was the first time for him, who had never been on the front line, to see such a brave Borneo man. He saw the old man carrying the mammoth flag yelling at him with a red face and thick neck.

"Is this a legal issue?"

"Then what's the problem?"

His words were interrupted again, and the young man following the old man shouted at him.

"That's right! The law is just the bottom line! It doesn't mean it's right!"

"That's right! This law is unreasonable. Why should we let the Wilante people share the fruits of our labor!"

"And they're still members of the Southern Legion's Willantes! Who knows if there might be a few decathurions or centurions among them!"

One after another, the voices echoed at the door of the city hall. The protesting Borneos seemed determined to turn the cement floor here into mud, and then waited for someone to stir it up.

The mayor's secretary was dumbfounded.

But after all, he is a person who has seen the world, and his mind has turned around quickly.

"Yes, the law is just the bottom line. We should hold ourselves to higher moral standards in our daily lives... But for a person who doesn't even have a bottom line, can you believe that he has a higher moral standard than the bottom line?"

Perhaps because the players are very reasonable, he instinctively wanted to rely on reason to persuade these emotional Borneos.

However, he did not realize that trying to reason with the Borneos was a wrong decision in itself.

There has never been any Borno who became emperor by convincing others with reason. Without exception, he did not achieve his goal by cheating, stealing, robbing and other means.

"I want to see the manager!"

"We can't explain it clearly to you!"

"That's right! Let's meet the manager!"

The unreasonable roars turned all the coherent explanations into jokes. The secretary who was still trying to reason finally understood why his superiors were unwilling to come out and face these guys on his own. The group of representatives from the Congress The human spirit also pretended not to see it.

What they want is not order, but something else.

He finally gave up and yelled in self-defeat.

"Okay! You go! If you don't go, I'll look down on you! Go buy your ticket and go to Dawn City to see your respected manager! Go and tell that gentleman in person, respected manager, you are wasting your efforts... …No one is stopping you!”

The guards standing behind the isolation tape watching the show looked at each other.

"I suddenly began to sympathize with the mayor..."

"It's not just you."

It is worth mentioning that the Security Bureau is not a subordinate department of the city hall, and Settlement No. 1 is in the same line as Dawn City in this regard.

As long as things don't turn into violent conflicts, they won't take action. And if they obey the orders of the city hall or a powerful "big man" and disperse the crowd without taking further action, they may instead be punished by the Guards.

Those protesting Borneo people obviously understood this, so they did not block the door or occupy the road, but just shouted under the window of the mayor's office.

At noon, Gu Ning drove from the port area to the vicinity of the city hall. Not far from the door, he happened to meet another regional representative from the representative conference.

His name is Suka. If you only look at his ID card and appearance, even the Borneo people wouldn't be able to tell that he is from the Yue tribe.

However, Gu Ning, who was also at the regional representative meeting, knew his identity, and also knew that he would send a quarter of his salary every month to the federation in Jingallang Port (not the one in Absak).

Perhaps because of the suffering they have suffered in the past, these Yue people are more united than the "snake, rat, insect, and bird" people in Borneo.

Gu Ning adjusted his collar gently, stopped next to him, smiled softly and said.

"Aren't you going to speak for them?"

Sukka was silent for a moment, then sighed and said.

"Mr. Gu, can you understand the feeling of love and hate?"

Gu Ning understood the complexity and dilemma in his eyes, but didn't say anything more. She just smiled and patted his shoulder.

"give it to me."

Looking at Gu Ning who was walking forward in silence, Suka shook his head. In the end, he couldn't bear to look any further and turned around and left.

They were all sitting together in a meeting, so how could he not know what was hidden in that guy's smile?

He was certain that what that guy planned to do might be good for the alliance, but it might not be good for his compatriots.

But he no longer has the ability to stop it, and he is not sure whether he should stop it or not.

After all, he is already a member of the alliance...

It is worth mentioning that there have always been two forces, radical and conservative, within the alliance, corresponding to the left and the right respectively. Although objectively speaking, these two forces are still very young and there are few public disputes, but it does not mean that they do not exist.

For example, Mr. Gu is a typical conservative.

They have no dispute with the radicals on the issue of "accommodating the suffering survivors in the wasteland". After all, this is the earliest clause written in the Constitution.

However, for specific questions such as "what kind of survivors are worthy of acceptance", "what kind of people can be united", and "will uniting those who should not be united will shake the foundation of the alliance", they and the people they represent People have completely different views.

Another thing worth mentioning is that there are actually not as many people who hate the Wilantes within the alliance as the Borneos and the Wilantes themselves think.

After all, the Wilantes, represented by Vanus, had been fighting side by side with the survivors of the River Valley Province a long time ago, against the legion and the lackeys supported by the legion.

And the efforts of these people are seen by others.

Vault residents do not engage in racial narratives. In their view, the survivors of this planet are remnants of the Awami League for two centuries - even the Velantians created by the Ministry of Technology, using It is also the DNA template of human beings and the crystallization of biotechnology of human civilization.

In addition, the Legion's ass is not clean, and the Empire's is not very noble.

Not to mention the things Wu Tuo has done, even the countries in Borneo Province that have drawn a clear line with him have committed "blatant assassinations in diplomatic settings", "squeezing overseas workers", "smuggling contraband" and so on. A series of horrific operations.

There are many people who sympathize with them and many who think they deserve what they deserve.

It is precisely for this reason that it is difficult to gain the "favor" of the alliance public by resorting to misfortune, and it is extremely dangerous to try to use this "favoritism" to challenge the alliance's constitution.

Sukka actually saw it very clearly.

Compared with the "Southern Wilantes" who keep their tail between their legs and those who have distanced themselves from the Southern Legion, the guys gathered at the door of the city hall are actually doing a dangerous thing.

The more they emphasize their bloodline and the tragic fate attached to it, and try to kidnap those progressive voices against their original intentions, the more they will awaken the backlash from conservative voices within the alliance——

[We have helped you enough, let’s stop. 】

Conservatives will definitely use the topic to their advantage.

And he was too late to stop it...

Seeing the delegates arrive, the mayor's secretary, who was standing downstairs to calm the emotions of the Borneo people, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"You're finally here."

Gu Ning, who rushed to the scene, didn't waste any words. He counted the heads of people present and then pulled the secretary aside.

"Help me order one hundred and twenty box lunches for them, as well as mineral water. I'll pay for it... Don't order anything too expensive. The budget is only two hundred silver coins, as long as you can eat enough."

Thinking that this guy was here to come to the rescue, the secretary gave him a strange look.

"Bring them food? If I were them, I could fool around here until night!"

Gu Ningyan said concisely and concisely.

"People can't listen to anything when they're hungry. It's better to let them fool around until the evening than to let them continue to come tomorrow... Don't forget to order one for me too. I haven't had a bite since morning. meal."

The mayor's secretary stared at him with a strange expression, but in the end said nothing and turned back to the city hall.

Not long after, one hundred and twenty-one lunch boxes were delivered. One meat and two vegetables was not a rich meal, but it was not too shabby either.

Those Borno people happened to be hungry, and their voices were even hoarse from shouting, but they did not refuse the food and water provided by the representative.

Gu Ning personally distributed it to the protesters present and sat with them to eat.

Perhaps he was moved by his act of being close to the people. All the Borneo people regarded him as a family member who talked about everything.

In response to their compliments, Gu Ning just smiled modestly, quietly ate until he was seven-tenths full, and then waited for them all to finish eating.

This is not a show.

Or to put it more strictly, at least not the part about treating guests to dinner.

At most, it's politeness first and then fighting.

It was finally lunch break, and there were gradually more residents working nearby on the street. Most of them were survivors from the eastern provinces, and there were also Weirant people from the Eastern Legion. Most of them came over with the mentality of watching the fun.

Seeing more and more people around, the well-fed and drunk Borneos wiped their hands, picked up the sign on the ground again, and prepared to strike while the iron was hot.

At this moment, Gu Ning said in a gentle tone.

"Friends, I have never asked you what your appeal is. Now please tell me. Only when I know your appeal can I solve the problem for you."

"We don't like the Vaillant people."

"Get them out of the league!"

"Speaking of which, they are a created problem, right? Why can't these big noses be deleted from the world?"

Looking at the excited people, Gu Ning smiled friendly and took the horn from the mayor's secretary.

"I don't like... This is a good reason. Just like you, I have a lot of things I don't like, such as things that are too sweet and too salty. However, what I hate more than these two things are those who feel that the whole world has to surround them. The guy who spins around on his own."

"That kind of person is like a baby whose head is too big to fit into a stroller. Today they wish this person to die, and tomorrow they wish that person to die. If they want to satisfy their appetite, they have to tear everything down and start over again. It’s better to sew his bad mouth... I want to say, since all the problems are caused by these things, why can’t they be the ones who die?”

The scene was quiet.

Everyone, including the mayor's secretary who handed him the horn, opened their mouths in shock.

However, not everyone was surprised.

For example, the young man who was sitting in the police car earlier couldn't help but excitedly clapped his hands twice...invisible to everyone.

The Baro people who came back to their senses understood his accusations and cursed at him one after another.

"What the hell do you mean?!"

"It's so unreasonable...it's obviously those big noses, so is it still our fault?!"

"You betrayed the Alliance!!"

Each of them scolded them more harshly than the other, but maybe it was because they were full, or maybe they were short-tongued, but their yelling voices did not have much confidence.

Faced with the overwhelming curses, Gu Ning turned a deaf ear and continued speaking at a higher and louder volume to more people standing behind them.

"I will always be loyal to the Alliance. No one loves the Alliance more than me. Guys who run away with their tail between their legs are less qualified to judge me."

"Besides, I'm not targeting anyone, I'm just talking about the kind of guys I hate. If I have the chance, I really hope to build a large colony ship and send those lunatics to a planet alone."

"They can stay alone with themselves, and just use the old tricks they are best at, killing themselves on that planet, mating with what they want to mate, and licking the toes they want to lick, just like animals They do and think the same thing all day long, as long as they stay out of our way!"

I have never seen a representative be so down-to-earth. People watching on the street cheered and whistled.

A player with a prosthetic body even laughed and commented.

"I'm with you, I guess you mean Legion!"

Gu Ning pointed at him and followed his words.

"You're right, what the Legion lacks the most is the kind of guys who want to ride on top of others all day long! Especially those captains of ten thousand. They use lies to start wars, participate passively or actively, and use the power of their compatriots to Blood to smear their ugly and dirty hope, and then use their marshal and their verbal loyalty as a shield! This kind of hypocritical thing is not worthy of mentioning the word loyalty at all, and is not even worthy of being a loyal and brave Weilanter. Am i right?"

The crowd burst into applause.

And the few young men applauding were from Willant.

Their faces glowed with excitement, and the guy said what they wanted to say most but were embarrassed to say.

Today's legion is no longer the legion that fought for the fate of the Velant people, but a monster that drinks human blood and eats human flesh.

Maybe other Vaillantians see it differently.

But at least they who are standing here came here precisely because they were fed up with those lies.

"you're right!"

"What a bastard Southern Army! What a bastard Tire!"

"These people who eat people without spitting out their bones are the traitors who have betrayed the people of Wilant!"

The Borneo people standing behind the isolation line were speechless for a moment.

They were not completely speechless, but they were suddenly "disarmed" and caught off guard by this sudden change.

After briefly glancing at the waning protesters, Gu Ning looked back at the increasingly loud applause on the street, and continued speaking while holding up the loudspeaker.

"Very good, and congratulations to you. You have truly joined our cause. You sincerely want to end the Wasteland Era and are willing to dedicate your life to liberating the suffering survivors... and you can help you who have ideals. , and it is also our glory.”

"As for those guys who cursed me, I don't want to ask you what you are here for, but didn't you read the constitution of the alliance before coming here? Since you are unwilling to abide by our rules, why are you here? Instead of going back Your empire, or find a cooler place to stay in the wasteland?"

"Is it because the empire and the wasteland are not used to you? Or is it because the people in the river valley seem to be easy to talk to, and the people in Jinchuan seem to be refined and easy-going? We try to seek common ground while reserving differences, and accept your differences, but have you ever had a moment? Have you considered integrating with us?"

"Our respected administrator has given you too many opportunities. If you think we have violated any law, you can sue the illegal bastard. If you think the problem is with the law, you can go to the representative Put forward your opinions at the meeting. If you think there is a problem with the enforcement of the law, then go to the Guards Regiment!"

"And you, in the most intense and annoying way, demand that we shake our own foundation for your feelings...Do you hate the legion, or do you hate yourself for not having the ability to be a legion?"

"Remember, I'm talking about those who cursed me and wanted to get rid of me. I'm not targeting any normal Borno people."

"The alliance is the alliance of all survivors, not your wishing machine. Oh, I almost forgot to mention that the second thing I hate in my life are those bastards who don't follow the rules and like to jump in line!"

Applause and whistles resounded at the door of the city hall, and even the few younger guards standing near the separation line to maintain order couldn't help but applaud.

The protesters at the door of the city hall became increasingly embarrassed, and finally gave Gu Ning a hard look and left one after another.

The old man carrying the mammoth flag said harsh words when he passed by.

"I hate you... My children and I will never give you our votes even if we die."

Gu Ning returned the horn to the mayor's secretary, looked at him and said.

"Then leave it to the one you love the most. I'm not a silver coin. I'm just myself. How can I please everyone?"

When he said this, he paused and smiled maliciously.

"But old man, I still have to remind you that if one day you really meet a guy who does everything as you want, you must be careful with your wallet. Only a liar will satisfy everyone's needs, even if those requirements are contradictory."

The old man didn't wait for him to finish what he said. Seeing that the threat was useless, he stormed away.

Gu Ning watched the last protester leave with a smile, his polite look returning to his face.

In fact, he was always polite, even with the speaker volume turned up a little.

Sitting in the car far away, Suka sighed, rubbed the ID card in his hand with his index finger, and finally stuffed it back into his arms.

"What went wrong."

He was puzzled and leaned his forehead against his clasped palms in pain.

The premonition in his heart became stronger.

His people were winning a war.

But gradually losing another battle...

On the other side, a rumbling train passed by the station platform of Groom Town, carrying countless people who were full of hope for a new life and headed for the endless wasteland.

Chu Guang, who was sitting on the train, cast his gaze towards the rolling mountains in the distance.

There is Shifeng Mountain.

The place where the joint coalition forces met in Jinchuan Province.

That was the first cooperation between the legion, the academy and the enterprise in a century and a half, and it was also a turning point in the war between the survivor forces and the "destruction forces".

A nostalgic smile appeared on Chu Guang's face.

"We are in front of Weifu City."