This Game Is Too Realistic

"Brother, this fish soup is so delicious."

Blackwater Lane.

Near a shack in the northern city, a skinny young man gathered around a mud-yellow pot, watching his brother scoop a spoonful of milky white fish soup into the bowl, his mouth watering with greed.

The older man grinned at his younger brother and raised his eyebrows arrogantly.

"Does it smell good? I learned it from the guys from Silver Moon Bay."

As for who the guy from Silver Moon Bay learned it from, he didn't know. I heard it was the way of eating in the River Valley Province.

The man's name is Saiyi, and the name of his brother next to him is Said. They are both from Shezhou. Their home is in the west and north of Shezhou, not far from the Gray Wolf Army's station.

A few months ago, he heard from merchants who went to the village to sell goods that the Southern Army was fighting fiercely with the Absaek commander in the north, and the supply of bullets and shells on the front line was in short supply. He could earn a lot of gold coins by coming to Yongye Port to work for the Weilant people, so So I brought my brother here to seek a living.

He didn't feel much guilt about working for the Weiland people. He was just worried that his identity as a Borneo would be revealed and he would be beaten if he went there.

After the results came, he realized that his worries were completely unnecessary. There were quite a few Borneos unloading the shells of the Weiland people at Yongye Port, and some even did business with them.

Those big noses didn't care at all whether they were Borneos or aliens from the desert, they just discriminated equally against everyone else except themselves.

Except for the "Blue Gophers" who they can't beat for the time being.

Of course, at this juncture, few people from the alliance will come.

Passing the bowl to his younger brother, the latter couldn't wait to take a sip of the milky white soup. His whole face suddenly showed an intoxicated expression, and he drank it all in one breath.

"This tastes amazing!"

Seeing his brother's exaggerated expression, Sai Yi grinned and cursed "unskilled" and took a bite, his eyes involuntarily brightening immediately afterwards.

As soon as the soup flowed into his stomach, he felt a warm current rushing up from his lower abdomen to Tianxin. His whole body seemed to be soaked in a ball of warm cotton, which was indescribably comfortable and refreshing!

The word "absolutely amazing" is no exaggeration!

Isn't that what people live their whole lives just for?

He tasted it slowly, thinking about it slowly.

At this time, Said, who was still not happy, went to the pot to fill another bowl, and kept asking questions while drinking.

"Brother, where did you get this fish? I've never seen you do it before."

Saiyi said with a smile.

"Remember the brother from the family club across the street from us? He took us to the shore to pick it up."

Said, who was drinking soup, suddenly widened his eyes.

"Picked it up? Brother, can you eat dead fish?"

Although he was afraid, he didn't stop drinking the soup. In the blink of an eye, half the bowl of fish soup went into his stomach.

Hearing this guy say unlucky words, Saiyi reached out and slapped him on the head.

"What nonsense are you talking about? What a dead fish! It was fine when I picked it up! And I wasn't the only one picking it up. Many people came there to pick it up!"

The younger brother who was suddenly hit by a melon looked aggrieved, covered his head with one hand and hid near the shack.

"But...how could such a good fish come ashore for no reason?"

Sai rolled his eyes at him.

"Who knows, even the fish soup I picked up for free can't stop your mouth, you care so much!"

Besides, people in the family also ate it. Will the family cheat their own family members?

Those are all brothers!

The two brothers didn't talk nonsense anymore. You drank a ladle and I drank all the delicacies in the pot. It was just that one drank with trepidation and the other drank with peace of mind.

After the two of them finished eating, they cleared away the dishes and sat under the shack to rest lazily.

The fighting was fierce throughout the day, and the Alliance men beat the Legion men until they fled into the concrete houses to the north.

Seeing that the big noses suffered a loss, the prisoners in Katnod Prison ran back home, and the entire port was in chaos.

He doesn't care who wins, it doesn't matter who wins anyway, he just wants to get back to work and make money as soon as possible.

Thinking about the wonderful life after returning home rich and wealthy, Saiyi couldn't help but grinned happily, as if he had really lived in a house of thousands of square meters and saw his beautiful and beautiful second-bedroom wife.

The villagers looked at him with eyes full of envy. The village chief praised him for his potential. Zaid's father even held his hand cordially, invited him to become a high official, and politely asked him for tips on how to get rich.

Sai Yi smiled sheepishly, but in the face of those pairs of admiring eyes, he finally had the nerve to hide his shame, so he reached out and took it out in his arms.

The gold coin given by the Weiland man seemed to have been cast by some magic. As he slapped it on the ground, a tall building that could accommodate thousands of people was raised.

At this moment, the eyes looking at him were like looking at living gods, which made him feel indescribable joy and satisfaction.

Isn’t the goal of life in this world just to achieve fame and fortune?

As the saying goes, if you learn martial arts and gain a place in the imperial family, you can make Zaid's father look like he's hungry for talent. He has come to this world in vain!

He didn't care about the well-being of the fellow villagers, but those "hungry for talents" eyes really pierced his heart.

While feeling happy, Saiyi scattered a few more "golden pieces", and thousands of large houses and roads appeared on the ground.

The faces of the villagers were all happy, and Zaid also had a smile on his face. That happy look was the best of both worlds.

Although the gold was quickly scattered, Saiyi did not panic at all and just bowed his hand towards Zaid's father.

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"Sir, don't be anxious. These big-nosed gold coins are easy to come by. I have plenty of strength. I will get you some more right now."

After that, he stood up with a slap on his knees and staggered onto the street. In the blink of an eye, he seemed to be back in the distant Evernight Harbor.

He remembered that the Vaillant people seemed to be in the north, so he walked towards the north.

However, at this moment, he did not notice that there were many people like him.

One after another, the staggering figures left the door on time as if they had made an appointment, and they were like puppets on strings, walking in the same direction.

Night has fallen on the streets, but the fighting in the settlement is not over yet.

Stanford, the commander of the city defense army, was still clamoring for a decisive battle with the Alliance and Enterprise, and for coexistence and death with the Legion.

Naturally, the alliance cannot let him go.

The Jungle Corps and the First Division of the Wilant Expeditionary Force are attacking the front of the northern city, while the Enterprise's 100th Mountain Division is cutting off the connection between the northern city and Blackwater Lane to prevent the remnants of the Southern Army from escaping.

The crackling sound of gunfire was like a cannon, but Sai Yi, who was walking towards the sound of gunfire step by step, seemed not to hear it.

It wasn't until he passed through the war zone and stood in the middle of the street where companies and legions were fighting that people on both sides discovered this group of uninvited guests.

Seeing the civilians who suddenly appeared on the street, Tang Feng, who was lying behind the bunker, was shocked and shouted anxiously towards the staggering figure.

"Hey! Go back! This is the front line! You guys are dying!"

However, the man didn't seem to hear him. He just turned his face stiffly and asked following the voice.

"Waillant?"

Tang Feng was stunned for a moment, not understanding what he meant, but he still shouted at the top of his voice.

"Yes! The Vaillantes! They are right across from us, and these wolf cubs haven't given up yet!"

"across……"

The demented eyes gradually became brighter.

As if he had found his target, Saiyi suddenly quickened his pace and staggered towards the opposite side of the street where gunshots were ringing.

As he ran, he called in a crazy voice.

"Hey! Do you want anyone? I have the strength to help you carry ammunition!"

He was not the only one to start running. Everyone who wandered here from Blackwater Alley took a step forward and rushed forward desperately, fearing that they would run too slow and not get their turn.

There were thousands of people in Wuyang Wuyang, and the deserted streets were filled to the brim in just a few breaths.

Not only Tang Feng and the other team members were dumbfounded, but also the Wilante soldiers lying behind the bunker on the opposite side were dumbfounded.

"Go away! Damn it! Don't these animals understand human language?"

The young man holding the machine gun was sweating on his forehead, rubbing the trigger with his index finger, and roaring loudly at the Wuyang Wuyang crowd, trying to scare away the group of desperate guys.

If there were only one or two annoying short-lived ghosts, he would definitely not hesitate, but now that there were thousands of them in front of him, he couldn't take action.

However, although he still had some conscience left, his superior did not.

The red-eyed centurion drew his gun and put it to his head, roaring at him.

"shot!!"

"But--"

"I told you to shoot!!"

No one can guarantee whether this is a trick created by the alliance.

What if people from the Alliance are hiding inside?

He didn't dare to take the risk!

As he spoke, the centurion raised his gun and fired a shot at the group of people running like zombies in front of him.

One of the unlucky ones was shot and fell to the ground without saying a word.

"Ahhhh!!"

Looking at the red battlefield, the young man from Vaillant lying behind the machine gun roared with red eyes. He finally used his roar to drive away the cowardice in his chest and pulled the iron-welded trigger.

Accompanied by a burst of gunfire, the crowd on the street fell instantly like wheat, and the ground was covered with mud mixed with flesh and blood.

People on both sides had red eyes.

Tang Feng no longer cared about discipline and discipline, and rushed out of the bunker with the team beside him, and headed towards the opposite position under the cover of a single drone.

Although the equipment of the soldiers on the company's side had the absolute upper hand, the Wilantes on the opposite side were not vegetarians.

After all, they are one of the by-products of the Gestalt Life Project, and the war factor flowing in their blood has been certified by Era of Prosperity technology.

In this way, the two sides started fighting across the crowd.

Concerned about civilian casualties, the team led by Tang Feng was at a disadvantage for a while. Two teammates were shot and dragged down.

The Weilant people didn't get any benefits either. They scolded the companies and the alliance for not practicing martial ethics and driving civilians to the front lines to serve as cannon fodder.

The battle lasted for a full half hour, and there were not many people left alive on the street, or they were lying half-dead on the ground, panting.

For example, Sayi.

Lying on the ground, he completely woke up from his dream. Looking at the thick plasma around him, he felt cold all over.

Where is this?

He wanted to cry but couldn't make a sound. It felt like a ball of cotton was stuffed in his mouth.

It was only then that he discovered that there was a big hole in his chest, and his intestines were leaking out.

The roar of artillery fire seemed to be separated by a layer of wall, and there was also the faint sound of fighter planes roaring by, but he gradually lost hearing it.

He saw with his remaining consciousness that in the end it seemed that the corporate people won, and those big noses raised the white flag and dropped their guns.

The radio broadcast on the street seemed to say that the city defense commander Stanford and the personal guards beside him were captured by the Union Jungle Corps.

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Apparently not all of the Willantians were willing to live or die with the Confederate Army.

Tyr?

Who is that?

From beginning to end, they were only loyal to Marshal Julius...

Slowly, Sai Yi couldn't hear anything.

At this time, an armored vehicle drove over from the direction of the port, and two high-ranking officers got out of the vehicle.

One of them is the division commander and the other is the staff officer.

Looking at the corpses strewn on the ground on Glory Street, the resolute division commander couldn't help but look moved, and the staff officer standing next to him couldn't help but say.

"This is too tragic..."

The whole street was stained red with flesh and intestines, and he couldn't even find a place to put his feet.

The teacher walked up to Tang Feng expressionlessly, looked at the gray-faced young man and asked coldly.

"What did you do! Didn't your superiors ask you to guard! Who asked you to attack!"

"I……"

Faced with this overwhelming questioning, Tang Feng was at a loss for words. He hesitated for a long time and couldn't come up with an explanation.

This is so weird to review.

So much so that when he was asked to recount what happened, he didn't know where to start.

A group of people suddenly rushed forward, and then the Weirant people opened fire, and they had no choice but to bite the bullet.

As a result, just when they were about to chew down the opposing position, the allies had successfully taken away the opposing command post, and the remaining Willant people surrendered on their own.

As for those unlucky ones who died...

They rushed to save people because of their fever, but they couldn't save anyone.

"...I'm waiting for your report." After taking a look at the prisoners not far away and the wounded soldiers lying on the stretchers, the division commander glared at him with a gloomy face, dropped these words and turned back to the car. superior.

With the sound of the engine starting, the armored vehicle drove away from the street, leaving only a few soldiers of the Valantian Expeditionary Force.

They came here temporarily after hearing about the situation here.

Kuruan, who was carrying an LD-47 rifle, stepped forward, squatted in front of the corpses on the ground and frowned. His index finger was stained with blood and he put it to his nose.

The soldiers from the company on the side glanced at him.

"What did you smell?"

Kuruan stood up and shook his head.

"No."

His nose is not a microscope, so it would be weird if he could smell something.

However, he did smell a hint of conspiracy from the pile of corpses.

Suddenly, something appeared in his mind.

Could it be...

Snake oil? !

Seeing that this guy had been pretending to be mysterious for a long time but only managed to suppress a stuffy fart, the soldier of the enterprise couldn't help but curled his lips and looked away from him.

Bai Xiang has such a big nose.

Not far away, two soldiers guarding the prisoners were smoking and chatting.

"It's so unlucky. I couldn't stop him, and my captain got criticized for it."

"You said these guys are so unafraid of death, why don't they carry guns for that Absek?"

"Who knows, why don't you wake me up and ask?"

"Fuck you."

The soldier who was laughing and cursing glanced at the corpses on the ground next to him, and fell silent again for a while.

He really couldn't understand why they were doing this.

This time many people died again.

But it seems like my death was in vain again...

…

Norton City.

In the solemn castle, the candles placed in front of the statue of Marshal Julius have been extinguished, leaving only gold candlesticks.

According to the tradition of the Weiland people, when the last candle at the funeral goes out, it means that the soul of the deceased has passed to another world.

However, people's longing for the deceased and the pain of loss will not simply dissipate because the deceased leaves.

For example, at this moment, Saren, who was sitting in front of the statue of Marshal Julius, had a sinking look on his face.

As the funeral ended, the gold armor had been replaced by silk and satin uniforms. His shoulders were no longer sore, and his muscles were no longer tense. However, the weight on his heart did not lighten at all, but became stronger. The hair became heavy.

Now he is the emperor and prime minister of the Eastern Empire, with thousands of supporters and supreme power. It can be said that he has got his wish...

However, for some reason, in just one day, the joy and excitement in his heart disappeared after reaching the peak, leaving only tastelessness and emptiness.

What he wanted was actually obtained a long time ago. The only difference was that the title of the legion commander was replaced by the emperor. There was no longer a half-dead god above his head. Apart from that, there was nothing else. difference.

On the contrary, the things he needs to worry about are more than twice as many as before.

People will not transfer their loyalty to that Lord because of the passing of Marshal Julius.

Even himself.

He can no longer blame everything on loyalty, but must think about his own future path.

Every step forward is an unimagined path, and there is no chance of regret.

It was only at this moment that he gradually realized what the respected Marshal Julius had undertaken for them.

"...I originally thought I would be happy for a longer time, but I didn't expect this joy to last for just one day. I began to doubt whether those cheers were true, and whether those who were loyal to me were really loyal to me. .”

"Perhaps my staff is right. The empire and the emperor are indeed not the best choices. Choosing yesterday means leaving the problem to tomorrow... Am I right, respected Marshal Julius?"

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Burying the bridge of his nose between his palms, he took a deep breath and murmured to himself as if praying.

"When we are ambitious and want to create history, we are unaware that we have fallen into the turbulent flow of history and become the inevitable before the inevitable... Only you can understand my troubles."

It's a pity that he can only say these inner words to Marshal Julius alone.

Long sighs echoed in the hall, like bells singing at dusk.

In fact, he never had any lofty ambitions and ideals, he just wanted to be a conservative king.

And this is also the common wish of almost all military nobles in the Eastern Legion.

The solemn and solemn Julius Colossus still has a burning gaze, but its courage and wisdom will no longer be shared with anyone, and it will no longer be able to lead his people through the fog of the future.

That's history.

Just when Saren was lost in memories, footsteps came from the door of the hall.

A captain of ten thousand men came to stand in front of him and gave a military salute with a respectful expression.

"Your Majesty, Yongye Port has fallen."

Saren, who was sitting in front of the statue, stood up and cast a questioning look at the officer in front of him.

"When did it happen?"

"At noon today," the officer said solemnly, "I heard that the alliance landed in the morning and drove 20,000 city defense troops to the northern city in just two hours."

Saren nodded, then asked again.

"Where is their fleet?"

The officer continued with a solemn expression.

"From the alliance's newspapers... it should have been wiped out by the fleet of the South China Sea Alliance near Serik Island."

Saren didn't know where Serik Island was.

But when I heard that the fleet of the Southern Legion had been completely destroyed, I couldn't help but be stunned for a few seconds.

Seeing that His Majesty was deep in thought, the officer couldn't help but asked anxiously.

"Are we... just going to watch them lose?"

He is not a proponent of eastward expansion, and he does not agree that direct conflict with the Alliance is a good idea, but Yongye Port is, after all, a territory conquered by the Weirant people.

However, he did not know that the initial proposal of the eastward expansionists was not a radical proposal such as conquering the Great Rift Valley. What they asked for was just to expand the territory of the army a little further east.

In the end, they formed a force that no one could stop, until they shot themselves to death on the beach.

Saren gave him a meaningful look, then looked away.

"They brought it on themselves, and you'd better not sympathize with them too much... But it's really heartbreaking to see them squandering their wealth, and maybe we should do something."

The officer was stunned for a moment.

"what do you mean……"

Saren said slowly.

"I remember that there is a port at the end of the Zhuobar Mountains, in the southwest corner of the Sunset Province, directly south of the Falcon Kingdom."

The officer nodded and hesitated.

"There is indeed a port...but there are no resources there, and the Falcon Kingdom has not been developed much."

It was purely a place for transferring supplies.

Later, because they promised to the alliance that they would no longer supply military supplies to West Sails Port to interfere in the situation in Borneo, the port was abandoned for a time.

Later, someone concocted the Sails Harbor Massacre. Needless to say who concocted it, in short, the port was even less useful.

Looking at his subordinates with confused expressions, Saren smiled lightly and continued in a slow voice.

"People are resources, people are wealth...Didn't a certain guy already demonstrate it to us?"

Whether it is Pioneer City or Bicester Town, the Alliance deliberately placed these two chess pieces at their doorsteps. Isn't it just to "corrupt" them and subtly change their concepts of labor and creativity?

He is not blind, he has seen all the changes in the two settlements.

In short, the fall of Yongye Port was not entirely a bad thing for the new Eastern Empire.

Even including the 2.7 million square kilometers of colonies controlled by the Southern Army.

If the Alliance did liberate those places, the Vaillantians living there would have to have a new place to go.

And these immigrants will not only bring their wealth, but also their knowledge and technology, as well as methods and ideas.

Nationalism is obviously outdated for the Alliance, but it is just right for the Eastern Empire, whose economy is completely controlled by the manor owners and military nobles.

He was quite interested in the "southern" methods of managing indentured labor, so he took this opportunity to learn about it.

After a pause, Saren said again.

"Once the logistics hub of Yongye Port is lost, it is only a matter of time before the Borneo war zone collapses."

"I remember that McClun happened to be at West Sails Port. I asked him to prepare and bring back our compatriots and their property when the situation changes."

"From now on, the coastal land on the west side of the Zhuobar Mountains will be our special zone, and it will also be our outlet to the sea in the eastern world."

"Just call it...New Sails Harbor."

…

In just one day, news of the fall of Yongye Port quickly spread throughout the wasteland.

It was not only the Eastern Empire that was greatly shocked, but also the Bugla Free State in the north of the alliance.

Firestone Building.

Looking at the report handed over by his subordinates, Sigma, who was sitting at his desk, looked as gloomy as the lake in winter.

At first, he did not regard the alliance as a threat, and even regarded it as a new profit growth point like other shareholders. However, when he came back to his senses, he found that the baby who had been babbling had grown into a giant that frightened him.

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What they possess is not only powerful force, but also pervasive ideas.

Just as they tried to corrupt the Alliance's fortress with crime, they also suffered from the erosion of the Alliance's ideas of equality.

And when the Alliance resisted their corruption and completely closed the loopholes in the law in the contest with them, so that the profiteers of the Free State had no loopholes to exploit and could only do business dutifully, what the Alliance preached Equality has become an unstoppable curse for them.

More and more residents of the Free State are realizing what the problem is.

The Great Rift Valley does occasionally come up with some ridiculous ideas, but it is never the Great Rift Valley that directly oppresses them, but the unfettered power that monopolizes everything.

That's the root of it all!

The opposite equality is like poison, penetrating into every cell of the Free State. If those beasts really believed the Alliance's lies, then the Free State would be doomed.

If only we had not taken advantage of the collapse of the Stone City to make a profit, but instead united with the old nobles to strangle these guys in the cradle...

Especially since he didn't get the weapon in the end!

Sigma regretted his greed more than once, but now it seems that it is too late to think about it.

Even if his Firestone Group wants to help the Southern Army, they can't change anything with their current strength. It's even difficult to influence the political situation of Borneo...

At this moment, there was a knock on the door of the office.

Sigma, who turned off the holographic screen, turned his office chair slightly and said "come in" towards the door.

The door opened from the outside, and in came a man with a formal expression and a straight look.

The person who came was none other than Odo, the mayor of the Free State.

Looking at Sigma sitting behind the desk, he took a deep breath and said nervously.

"The Alliance formally submitted a diplomatic application to us, demanding that we hand over Kondra in strong terms, claiming that this person was involved in the nuclear explosion in Haiya Province——"

Sigma didn't bother to listen to what was behind it, and said casually in a nonchalant tone.

"Then just hand him over."

Odo said hesitantly.

"But... he knows the secret of our cooperation with the Bone Chewing Tribe and the Torch Church. I'm worried that he will reveal this part of the story."

"Are you a pig? Why would you ask such a stupid question? I would let him get out alive?" Sigma cursed impatiently.

After hearing these words, although the corners of Odo's mouth twitched, he was relieved in his heart, and the nervous look on his face also relaxed a little.

While that was his predecessor's problem, at the end of the day it's still the shit in their asses.

"By the way, Great Rift Valley invites me to a meeting next month... What's your opinion?"

Sigma said calmly.

"You make your own arrangements. I will contact you if you have any other requirements."

Otto nodded slightly, respectfully like a servant.

"yes."