This Game Is Too Realistic

Saren was the last leader of the forces to arrive, even half an hour later than the chief technology officer of the college. He almost stepped into the hall of the conference room on time.

Chu Guang looked at his face and could feel the pride written on it, and he knew exactly why.

If you want to say who is the biggest beneficiary of the disintegration of the Legion, it is undoubtedly the proud guy in front of you.

As the eldest son of the Legion, almost half of Julius's family fortune was in the hands of the Eastern Empire, while only the province of Wilante was left in the Triumph City.

Julius was sent away in glory, and he was the undisputed emperor of the tens of millions of square kilometers of land!

At least the funeral in Norton City is over!

"I'm glad to see you too, Emperor of the Eastern Empire. I can see that you are in a good mood."

They met with a bear hug, and Saren patted Chu Guang's arm and said with a grin.

"Thanks to you, the long-cherished wish of all the commanders of the Eastern Legion has been fulfilled here."

He really should thank the league.

General Klaas died in the Great Rift Valley, and Griffin crashed into the wall of the Valley Province with the last vestige of energy from the eastward expansionists. The old military nobles who owned land became the largest political force in the Eastern Legion.

Including the subsequent drastic changes in Triumph City, the radical faction, which was actually from the Weiland people, was influenced by the ideas of the Alliance.

Theodosius's death led to the collapse of the Roman Empire, but also achieved the glory of Constantinople and later Byzantium.

In a sense, the Eastern Legion - or today's Eastern Empire, is in the same position, but the core details are different.

Looking at Saren who was in high spirits, Chu Guang also nodded slightly and said in a gentle tone.

"I believe this is also the long-cherished wish of every Wilantian in the Eastern Empire. The soldiers of the expeditionary force can rest in peace."

After understanding what he said, Saren laughed and then gave a thumbs up.

"I just like smart people because we can reach a consensus quickly and don't waste time telling riddles."

After a pause, he spoke.

"Olet and his direct descendants are now officers of the Eastern Empire. According to the results of our review, they were deceived by Tyr."

"Who is Olet?"

Chu Guang really didn't know this name.

Maybe it had appeared in the intelligence of the Guards Corps, or it had appeared on the official website forum, but it was not important to him.

He was just a frontline commander, at most a chess piece on the chessboard. No matter how evil he was, he was outshone by Tyr.

As for those important war criminals who caused a sensation in Dawn City and even Ideal City, such as Captain Ryan, who ordered the bombing of Lion City, killing tens of thousands of civilians, and John, who carried out the order, etc., the trial of these people would not come to the Eastern Empire. To interfere, after all, the cost of preservation is not proportional to the benefit.

However, Saren was smart enough to "understand" what he meant and raised his eyebrows at him.

"That's interesting! Of course, I won't let you suffer. Let's leave this big fish of Gulion to you. By the way, tell me which state the core of the alliance's interests in Borneo is. I'm thinking about how to divide this cake better."

Sharing the fish is a lie, this guy wants to talk to me about how to carve up Borneo...

Chu Guang glanced at the smart-aleck emperor with a half-smile, and said in a teasing tone.

"What's the use of having so much land? One-third of an acre in the River Valley Province is enough for us to plant. The extra seeds can even be used by others. And you, you already have more than 10 million square kilometers. Are you satisfied? Your core population is only a small amount. If you want more than 10 million people, aren't you afraid that they will unite to rebel?"

Although the first sentence made Saren dismissive, he couldn't help but twitch his brows when he heard the rest.

It doesn't seem right to say this is a threat.

However, he couldn't help but shudder when he thought about what happened in the Xilan Empire.

Maybe it’s really not a good idea to be greedy for hundreds of thousands of square kilometers.

After all, the Weiland people have some idol baggage. There is really no need to end up like the Japanese people and the Niu people, wallowing in the mud with a group of loaches.

An unnatural smile appeared on Saren's face, and he gave up the fleeting thought.

"Enough, of course it is enough... We just want a buffer zone. After all, there are many fleeing Weiland people living in the southwest corner of the Zhuobar Mountains."

Chu Guang chuckled.

"The two representatives from Borneo are still here. Why don't you talk to them?"

Saren's expression gradually stiffened.

He knew very well that the talks were in vain. Neither Abu Saik nor Rasi would ever agree to cede any of the thirteen states in Borneo, and the final result would be to sacrifice their lives in exchange for the land they wanted!

but--

It's not like he has no chance at all.

A smile gradually emerged from the stiff muscles, and Saren stared at him and continued.

"Don't say that you are like a white lotus. How do you count the 10,000 square kilometers of Lowell State?"

Chu Guang smiled slightly and said.

"Kingallen Port has always been the local people's own Golden Gallen Port. Their mayors and representatives have been chosen by themselves. From beginning to end, no official or representative appointed by the alliance has held any local position."

After a pause, he said again.

"I hope the same will be true of West Sail Port. The Willantes can stay there, but the town hall and courthouse must be returned to the locals, no matter how they are returned, otherwise you may have to prepare for the loss of the Southern Army. The psychological preparation to continue the war that has been fought.”

This is a very strong statement.

And it is no longer a soft power threat, but a further hard power threat.

After reading Chu Guang's deep meaning, Saren still had that calm smile on his face.

Although he did not force the alliance to make substantial concessions, after some testing by him, he had figured out the bottom line of the alliance.

The model of the Triumph City Civil Service Group did not cross the bottom line of the alliance, while the model of the Southern Army completely crossed the bottom line of the alliance.

That's easy to say.

"We will return Sisail Port to the locals, but only if you stop interfering in the internal affairs of the Borneo region."

Looking at Saren with a bright smile, Chu Guang also smiled lightly and said in a gentle tone.

"It depends on how involved you are, whether directly or indirectly, and whether you abide by that ancient pact."

As long as the Eastern Empire does not launch armed aggression in the Borneo region, it is indeed unlikely that it will interfere with the cooperation between the two.

The same goes for Falcon Kingdom.

The Alliance has done everything it can do locally, but the local survivors ultimately prefer to get closer to the Eastern Empire, and this is their own choice.

In just a few words, the post-war order negotiations covering four million square kilometers were concluded.

Both the Eastern Empire and the Alliance got the results they wanted, and Abu Saik and Shawar could also breathe a sigh of relief.

At least the Emperor of the Eastern Empire promised to withdraw his troops from Sisail.

Even if these Wilantes remove every last screw from West Sails Port, it would still be better than fighting another war to regain the territory.

Besides, no matter how hard they load the ship, how much can they take away?

The steel bars inserted into the ground and the concrete wrapped around the steel bars cannot be moved away.

There is also the knowledge that is stored in the heads of the residents of Sailsport.

As long as they are given enough time, it will only be a matter of time before the prosperous Xifan Port is rebuilt.

Absek looked at Chu Guang with a hint of gratitude. Chu Guang just smiled lightly and said nothing.

He did not send troops to support the Borneo people to resist the invaders because of their gratitude, nor was he to be their father, but for all the survivors in the eastern part of Middle-earth who could bear the evil of the Legion.

This naturally includes the alliance.

Therefore, there is no need for them to thank themselves, let alone regard themselves as saviors.

Just keep moving forward with these memories.

As long as you face your heart and past honestly, whether you are a Wilante or a Borneo, your future will be bright...

Under the hope of hundreds of millions of survivors, representatives from all forces entered the conference hall located in the hinterland of the Great Rift Valley.

The spacious conference center is like a circular theater, and the tables and chairs on site are all made of sharp-edged granite, and it seems as if they were cut out of an entire granite vein with a laser or something else!

The crystal-like chandelier is about fifty meters high from the ground, growing on the dome like an inverted pyramid, emitting soft milky white light downwards.

It is said that this doomsday facility was built before the war.

Thinking about it, only that era of infinite prosperity could have built such a magnificent wonder.

Abu Saik who stepped into the conference room was like Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden, unable to control the shock in her heart.

More than two hundred years ago, survivors from the People's League era sat here to discuss how they should face their future destiny.

At that time, there probably was no concept of the Wasteland Era.

Faced with the extreme cold that suddenly dropped to -50 degrees below zero and the sky that could not penetrate a ray of light, no one knew what their end would be.

Will it end, and what if it doesn't.

Absek couldn't help but sigh when he was touched by the scene.

"I see...the year from which the Wasteland Era begins will probably be decided in the 50th year of the Wasteland Era."

If the cold winter had not ended in the 50th year of the Wasteland Era, then the past 50 years would have been regarded as the Doomsday Era.

Things that people took for granted later were not taken for granted by people at that time.

Although the survivors in Tiandu now call him useless, saying that he is the executioner who killed more Borneo people than Anush, and that he levied consumption tax on grains and was a robber who even robbed farmers of their money, they are not sure. God will miss him as much as I miss Lowell.

After all, no one can guarantee that someone will actually do something he wants to do but doesn’t have the nerve to do or dare to do in the future.

Not as many people died during Janusz's tenure as when he was the commander-in-chief. This sentence is really true.

That guy led the King's Army and robbed all the noble manors. He let the slaves sleep with the sisters-in-law and young lady that they had only dared to dream about and dared not touch in their lives. He also let Duwata rob the wives and concubines. Shah Rukh's house was full of piles. Gold and silver jewelry...

It was his shot that woke them up from their unfinished dreams. Can't they continue to have unfinished dreams?

Maybe he needs to write a self-incriminating edict.

"Hahaha! Interesting, so damn interesting..."

Thinking of this, Absek laughed out loud and even burst into tears. Even his original gloomy mood was swept away, and he felt much more free and easy in an instant.

The collapse of the Heavenly Palace made him let go of his obsession with the throne, and he no longer hoped for the impossible eternity. His conversion to the Silver Moon Sect made him let go of his obsession with power, and he no longer looked at everyone with suspicion.

Now, he has finally achieved his own perfection - even everything that he could not let go of was let go at this moment.

He finally saw the dry well that belonged to him.

What trapped him was not the thick walls on both sides, nor the unreachable clouds above his head——

It was himself from beginning to end.

“Whether it’s merit or demerit, let’s leave it all to future generations!”

Like Mayor Odo of the Free State, he finally looks into his own heart and fully realizes himself in the final seconds of the game.

And it was at this moment that the nightmare that had trapped him for so long finally cleared up...

…

Everyone present at the meeting marveled at the grandeur of the conference hall, and some lamented that it would be great if the money could be used to build another shelter.

Only a few people can reconcile with the past, and even fewer can walk away from the glory of the past.

Absaik's performance is relatively good, at least he can think like a normal person.

The city lords of the Dam City were stunned, their jaws dropped, and they looked around to find their confidants. Without their right and left arms, they were at a loss for a while.

Facts have proved that the pigs in the spotlight may not know everything, and they may not be able to calm down all the storms.

As for the real bosses, they were already sitting calmly in their respective positions.

Whether it is the governor of Triumph City, the administrator of the alliance, the chief technology officer of the college, the council member of the enterprise, Saren of the Eastern Empire, the strong bear-like emperor of the Northern Empire, the New United Federation The foreign minister sent by the president in formal attire...

All the things that need to be discussed have been discussed, and the things that have not been discussed are not worth mentioning. They are just going through the motions sitting here.

However, the organizers of the meeting are equal. Even the leaders of insignificant small forces are given enough respect here, and everyone is guaranteed to find their own seat before the meeting begins.

No matter whether the stories behind them are ridiculous or not, no matter who or who is sitting here looks like a clown in the eyes of others, they sitting here are the choices made from the heart by a group of wastelanders.

At least it’s the choice at this moment!

And at the same time that everyone was seated, a solemn and solemn voice sounded in the conference hall——

"Thank you for taking the time to come here despite your busy schedule..."

"I was the head of the post-war reconstruction committee."

Many people already know the identity of the old man, and many people are even lucky enough to have seen his different face.

But this time he didn't tell any riddles, or even said any nonsense.

After simply reading the opening remarks, he handed over the time to the young people present——

"I declare that this human meeting has officially begun!"

Thunderous applause resounded throughout the audience. Zhou Xianlin, who was sitting in a corner of the venue, even stood up excitedly and raised his hands above his head.

The leader of the Red River Alliance, who was not far away, glanced at the lunatic and sneered disdainfully, but in the end, he applauded like everyone present.

Including Saren, who was sitting in the front row of the venue and yawning, also clapped their hands in dignity.

For him personally, the real things to talk about were decided before the meeting started.

He not only met Chu Guang, but also representatives from companies and colleges, as well as several representatives from former legion forces.

Including the young man who inherited Julius' armor and was recognized by the Imperial Army.

As for the other survivor forces, they were like ants in front of him, and he didn't care at all what they thought.

However, seeing that the big guys at the same table all looked serious, he still became slightly more interested and straightened up from the chair made of granite.

"Haha, let me see what tricks these juniors can come up with..."

…

The thunderous applause was like firecrackers on New Year's Eve, bidding farewell to the long gone Year 214 of the Wasteland Era.

As for when the new era will arrive, it will take a long time after the meeting ends to tell.

At this moment, in a remote corner of the wasteland, Niyang, who was blocked on the road to the front line, spent a simple New Year in the car with his most trusted student and assistant, Fiodor.

Looking at "Mr. Mouse" who had been thinking about it for a long time and still couldn't put pen to paper on the crusade, Feodor's face was filled with confusion.

The master in his impression was not like this.

Even when he was serving as a servant to the Duke of Gallava, this gentleman's back was straight.

But why?

When he arrived at Lacy, this proud scholar lowered his head.

Is it just because that guy is so murderous that he even kills his own people when he goes crazy?

He complained softly with resentment in his heart.

"...If you can't write it, I can write it for you. If you are afraid, I can die for you."

After saying that, he reached out to pick up the pen and paper in Niyang's hand, but was snatched away by the latter.

"Don't get into this muddy water!" Niyang scolded and then started thinking about the blank paper.

Feodor looked directly into his eyes unconvinced.

"Those are your students. You taught us to behave properly, but why don't you support them?"

Niyang put down the pen and paper, moved hard, and turned to face his students.

"I just want to ask you one question. If you want to defeat Lacy, have you thought about what will happen after defeating him?"

Fiodor said without hesitation.

"Of course I thought that we would establish a representative council and then establish our fundamental law like the survivors of Boulder City."

Looking at the young man who straightened his chest, Niyang laughed out loud and couldn't hold back another fit of coughing.

"Relying on you? Just rely on you, children who still ask your parents for tuition fees, to pay wages to those workers who have returned from overseas?"

Feodor's face turned red. He didn't know why the teacher mentioned those workers who had returned from overseas. He only knew that the look in his eyes showed that he didn't believe they could accomplish anything.

"Don't look down on us!"

Niyang shook his head and gasped softly.

"I don't look down on you. I love each of you deeply, so I have always disapproved of politics in the classroom. We should hand over the truth that is closer to the essence to the children, and this is the biggest thing that Sir Cabahar and I do. Differences... Ahem, he said that strong medicines are needed to cure diseases, and overcorrection must be excessive, but I said if he does it like that, a thousand universities will turn into a thousand pillars, nailing us all Die on it.”

If a person only obtains knowledge from books, he will inevitably look at objective issues in the form of consciousness.

And this will definitely fall into the trap of blind men and the elephant.

Abu Saik is just a dock worker. He doesn't understand many principles, but he has rich experience in the world. He can have good relations with people from all walks of life and knows what they want.

Only such a person can check and balance the lustful Duwata, the money-grubbing Shah Rukh, and Nigli who loves art and befriends literati...

It is precisely because of this that when the legion came over, only Shah Rukh escaped, instead of all three idiots, leaving a group of idiots with their own agendas waiting to be defeated one by one.

Then it would be useless even if the alliance moved the capital to Tiandu. The "butchers", "jungle rats" and "iron generals" could only run away with their heads in their hands. At most, whoever was smarter could run faster.

But then again, this kind of "thoughtless" mediocrity is what intellectuals like Sir Cabahar look down upon the most. Even if Absek pulled him out from under Janusz's sword, they would still think in their hearts that it was just a fluke that this group of bandits without a guiding principle could win.

Sir Kabah never

He had told him so, but Niyang knew very well that was what he thought.

They regard themselves as radicals and think that everyone will be better off just by listening to them. As a result, they become idealists in their own illusions and crazy in the eyes of most people.

They must be thinking, "The worst case scenario is for the alliance to launch an attack on their imaginary enemy", "As long as the enemy makes a mistake, everything will be fine", "The enemy's mistake must be inevitable, because they are wrong."

This naive idea is fundamentally different from that of idealists.

It's like a pragmatist is not a nihilist, no matter how closely related he is to a nihilist.

There are only two endings for this kind of madman, either to be used as a gunman by a complete Machiavellian, or to burn himself and all his followers after a lucky success to complete the self-motivated martyrdom.

In a daze, he thought about what he should write, and grabbed the pen that was resting on the paper. As a result, the pen fell to the ground, along with a few red blood clots that looked like soil.

"teacher!"

Feodor exclaimed and dragged Niyang up, who had fallen in the car, but saw that the blood could not stop flowing out.

"What happened?" The driver who heard the noise behind him turned around suddenly, and his face turned pale when he saw Niyang's condition, "Sir! What's wrong with you -"

"Don't worry about anything! Drive quickly!"

Stimulated by the color of the blood, Fiodor's mind went blank. He desperately grabbed the driver's collar and yelled at him.

The driver was not frightened by the blood. He used to drive for the leader of the Yue Clan Resistance Army and was considered half a soldier. But just as he was about to step on the accelerator, he looked at the sea of ​​cars in front of him.

Horse-drawn carriages and ox-carts were mixed on the road...

They were all refugees migrating eastward from the front line.

The 30,000th troops of Borneo are advancing towards the west bank of the Tasan River. They are the "Jungle Rats" who are rumored to be elusive! The entire war is worthy of being the God of War!

And now this guy is pointing his gun at them...

Civil war is coming!

"Think of a way! By the way, why don't we drive outside this dirt road!"

Fiodor yelled, with despair written all over his face, but he didn't expect that the dirt road was still a road after all. When he drove onto the off-road land, he was afraid that their car would fall apart if it couldn't go two kilometers.

The road they are taking is the only way, there is no other way.

Fortunately, the driver reacted quickly, immediately opened the door, went to the back seat, and lifted Niyang out of the car.

"You support him first! I'll find someone!"

Without hesitation, the driver ran quickly and quickly stopped a convoy of wealthy families from the migrating team. He wanted to trade the two horses with his old guns and car keys, and promised to save the owner no matter whether he saved it or not. Their benefits are indispensable.

The rich man was also a good man. As soon as he saw the gun, he knew that the identity of the person who had something happened was not simple.

So he didn't accept the gun and car keys at all. The villain sent three young and strong guys on horseback to help, and volunteered to stay and look after the vehicle for them.

These days, the only ones who have guns are the uncles. If you can use them to pay debts at will, you will have countless guns!

No matter how you think about it, this favor is worth a lot of money!

Just when the wealthy family was happy, three horses galloped in the wilderness, taking the unconscious Niyang to the nearest town.

There is a garrison in Lassi there, and with the garrison there are doctors and telephones!

After galloping for 20 miles, the group of people, covered with stars and wearing the moon, finally arrived at the nearest town.

After learning about Niyang, the company commander stationed there immediately reported the situation to his superiors and requested assistance, and arranged for medical soldiers accompanying him to give him emergency treatment.

Standing next to the hospital bed, Feodor was filled with regret and self-blame, and silently prayed for the unconscious teacher.

At this moment, Niyang suddenly coughed and opened his eyes, and his dilated pupils gradually gave off a clear light.

"Teacher!" Feodor shouted in surprise and threw himself next to the hospital bed.

Niyang seemed not to hear, and suddenly stretched out his hand like a stick, and grabbed his arm firmly.

"run……"

Feodor was stunned for a moment and looked at him confused.

"……What?"

Niyang took a deep breath, looked at the ceiling with a somewhat desperate look, and said every word with all his strength.

"Run quickly, run as far as you can... none of you... are his opponents."

Fiodor held the teacher's hand tightly, leaned down and put his face close to it.

"Who?! Do you mean Lacy?!"

The driver coughed when he heard this and signaled to the young man that this was Lacy's military camp.

But the company commander standing aside seemed not to hear, and looked aside pretending not to know.

Of course he knew what happened in Mammoth City, and he knew everything as soon as he saw Niyang here. If nothing else, his superiors should be on their way here.

But he planned to hear nothing and walked outside to light a cigarette.

There was a hint of sadness in Niyang's eyes, and he didn't say any of the names he was expecting.

Not even the names of the living people were mentioned.

"Ro... Will..."

Janusz was once Rowell, but he was shot to death on the throne just halfway through the killing spree.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and completely forgot about the Heavenly King's army, but they also forgot how they came here.

So the new Rowell comes, and will show his butcher knife and kill people everywhere.

As for the civil war.

When everyone thinks it will come, maybe it won't come.

In fact, it doesn’t matter whether you come or not…

It is better to leave it to future generations to imagine what would happen if this civil war did not start.

In fact, they are all the same.

Fiodor looked at him blankly, thinking that he had heard wrongly, and he was dumbfounded.

He opened and closed his lips, mumbling to himself.

"Rowell... isn't that a dead man..."

He knew that the teacher had scolded General Lowell for a whole year, and that the entire "Red Earth" was written around him, but he didn't expect that the teacher's hatred for him had reached such a deep-rooted level.

He always felt that this shouldn't be the case.

The dregs left behind by that People's Federation officer was inherently hateful, but it was not something that would be dug up like this.

People often say that there is hard work even without merit. Besides, who can deny that no one survived by eating dirt?

Besides, the teacher himself said that Sir Cabahar is not good, and overdoing it is bad.

But when he wanted to ask further, Niyang had already breathed his last breath.

The most damnable one, Duke Jarawa, had his heart replaced half-heartedly after Wu Tuo's death, while the most unworthy one walked at the last second before dawn...

Feodor cried loudly, his eyes red from crying, like a child who had lost a loved one.

The driver's eyes were also red, and he raised his hand to cover the bridge of his nose.

He was not a soldier, but he had been half a soldier before, but he never expected that he would end up like this after breaking his leg while running.

Why?

Why don’t good people live long?

Why would God do this to him?

Hearing the movement in the room, the company commander rushed in from outside, along with Lacy who had returned from the front line and the division commander of the local division headquarters.

This tall man of nearly 1.8 meters didn't cry when he was defeated, he didn't cry when he was injured, and of course he didn't cry now, but his eyes were red and he was going crazy.

"No!!!"

"Your mother-in-law, I'm back! Your battle is not over yet! I won't let you leave!"

"Commander! He is already dead!" Looking at Lacy who rushed to the hospital bed and tried to grab Niyang, the division commander following him held on to him who was emotionally broken with red eyes, "Think about what to do first. !”

Lacy, who finally calmed down, stumbled back to the door. Suddenly she saw the scared and frightened student with red eyes, and stepped forward to grab his shoulder.

"Your teacher is dead... Bah! Did the teacher say anything before he left!?"

Even though he had raved about "not being afraid of death" in the middle of the night, now that he saw this god of death standing in front of him, Feodor was still so frightened that his legs weakened for a while.

This guy really crawled out of the dead.

Every word he spoke seemed to be condensed with blood, and he was so full of murderous aura that even the King of Hell would shudder when he saw it.

Maybe what his teacher said before was right...

Except for his tough words, he is soft in everything.

But Laxi didn't think he was coward, nor did she urge him like a teacher, she just waited patiently.

Finally, like a frightened little girl, Feodor finally squeezed out a sentence from his trembling mouth——

"Rowell...my teacher said, I...we are no match for him."

"He wants us to run."

The expression on Laci's face was stagnant, as if she didn't expect this to be her last words.

Putting aside the young man's thin shoulders, he strode out of the room.

At this moment, he was like a mad cow, roaring angrily at the cloudy sky and morning fog.

"Rowell——"

"I'm crazy!!!"

On the other side, Ross and other captives of the Wilantes were taken over, and the 110,000

Yokal of the human team led his men to travel day and night to the outskirts of Xifan Port.

Those positions that they couldn't chew off now seemed like they didn't exist.

They traveled in a regimental train to Sulak County, where the local villagers welcomed them as warmly as they had greeted the Weirants and offered them mutton stew and hot tea.

Looking at the flattering county magistrate, Yokal felt irritable and rewarded all these delicacies that he had not tasted for a long time to his subordinates.

The guy named Ross refused to say a word to him except to hand over his gun.

He knew why. The guy didn't really think that he had lost to him, and he really couldn't laugh at him shamelessly. Why didn't he fight more on the top of that mountain?

Until daybreak, steel-clad Conquerors appeared in the wilderness.

The rumbling sound of tracks startled the napping soldiers and they ran to find cover, only to see their own flags in the distant military formation.

Good guy, it turns out he is one of our own!

Yokal, who had not slept all night, was stunned for many seconds until his family members asked him to calm down.

The group of people went to the southern part of Surak County, and a cool off-road vehicle stopped in front of them.

Two officers got out of the car, and one of them, a captain with shiny military boots, gave him a military salute and said with a smile.

"This is the captain of the 1,010,000th regiment of Borneo! This is our commander, General 'Iron General' Grove!"

Yokal's eyes widened and he kept mumbling.

"What kind of thing is an iron general? I'm still a silver general, a gold general, and a paint general..."

Grove was also a rough man, but he was not angry when he heard this. He only smiled appetizingly and patted his shoulder.

"I've heard of him for a long time, brother! I'm on the southern front. You know that Gibson, he was my defeated general!"

"Oh, I think I've heard of it..." Yokal nodded blankly. He got a few cannons from Gibson. Although the Skeleton Corps of the Alliance snatched them for him, so did his subordinates. With some effort.

It's about why this guy disappeared. He was driven south after a long time.

Seeing that he had heard about Gibson's reputation, Grover laughed heartily.

"Yeah, it's not easy to face off against that bitch! At first, he dared to fight us head-on, but then he cowered on the ground and didn't come out. I couldn't afford to lose when I took over the whole nest. He was as tough-talking as a mother-in-law. Same! By the way, where is Isher? I’ve always wanted to see him, so why isn’t my friend here?”

Grove looked eager when he said this. He had been a fan of Isher long before Operation Beifeng, but it was a pity that he never had the chance to meet him.

Yokal looked at Grove in confusion, wondering why this guy would ask such a question.

Didn't you guys ask me to join you?

I bet you, the commander-in-chief, are also a little shrimp.

"He has to watch out for Lacy..."

Grove had a disappointed expression on his face and nodded sadly.

"Okay... By the way, brother, how is my equipment?"

Dust rolled in from a distance, and the torrent of steel was like a storm rolling across the plain.

Yokal stared at it for a long time, wishing that the scene could be engraved in his eyes, and it took him a long time to hold back a sentence from his mouth.

"Fuck, that's awesome..."

…

On the other side, the west bank of the Tasang River is covered in morning fog.

Isher sat on the battlefield until dawn, thinking about the lights on the banks of the Tasang River all night long.

It’s New Year.

It’s New Year again…

Looking at the migrating crowd, his mind instantly returned to that fateful night.

At that time, he was in a desperate situation and finally recognized his destiny, gave up becoming Boer of Boulder City, gave up his fantasy about the Silver Moon Goddess, and stopped trying to chase those unrealistic ideals...

It is precisely because of this that he relied on the wisdom of the Baro people to deceive everyone, and not only saved little Ruby and everyone in the church, but also kept them alive until the end.

From then on, his life has been smooth sailing. Not only did he help his old boss Anwo escape from the whirlpool of Tiandu, but he also made many big bosses, including Absek, look at him with admiration, so much so that he has now sat in the Northern Field Army. in the position of Commander-in-Chief.

Even the people of Valeant were so impressed that they had his portrait printed on playing cards.

Everything is going in a good direction.

Be it the Borneos or the Velantans.

The communication situation has recovered a little recently. He has gradually heard about the current situation of some people who have been helped by him, and learned some outside things from their letters.

For example, Mrs. Margery's family is said to live happily in Settlement No. 1.

The residents of Yongye Port were not defeated by the difficulties, and they built new homes in the wilderness.

Her husband is still fulfilling his wish to build a church for the Silver Moon Goddess, but he has little time to pray.

Included in the letter from the couple was a postcard sent to him by Ruby, with a lovely mammoth drawn on it.

Thinking of the baby mammoth, Isher couldn't help but feel warm in her heart, and suddenly she also wanted to have a child.

How about starting with talking about someone.

He is also in his prime, so there is no problem in talking to a female student.

Everyone had a happy ending, but for some reason he suddenly felt flustered, just like that day when he was hiding in a corner where Janusz couldn't see and shivering.

But this time is different.

This time it felt as if it was not Anwo who opened the door of the church, but the evil ghost named Janusz, and stared at him, little Ruby and everyone with his thief eyes, grinning ferociously, and thinking to himself Okay, how to torture everyone.

Isher suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, and heard something as if he was hallucinating——

'I am back again. ’

"Ugh——!"

At this time, the air defense siren sounded on the other side of the Tasan River, and it sounded three times.

However, for some reason, there was no explosion this time, nor was there the roar of a plane passing by at low altitude.

That seems not to be an alarm, but why to mourn.

Isher frowned, and many possibilities flashed through his mind for a moment, and he even let his thoughts cross the Tasang River.

At this moment, his face suddenly turned pale and he suddenly raised his head.

"Fell into a trap!"

On the other side, at the train station platform of West Sail Port, Ross, carrying a suitcase, walked off the train with several officers under his command, and saw Captain Gibson, who was being watched from left to right by Borneo soldiers. .

The two soldiers were holding submachine guns, and they were PU-9 submachine guns. Their expressionless attitudes were like holding prisoners.

It appears that Borneo has taken over the settlement.

However, these Borneo people did not treat Gibson rudely, but left him with enough dignity as a loser... This is something Ross never thought of.

There were not only Borneos on the train platform, but also some Wilantes, but judging from their full energy and straight backs, they were obviously from the Eastern Empire.

They were moving boxes and taking whatever they could.

Judging from the reaction of these soldiers, they obviously had the tacit approval of the top brass and even Abu Saik himself.

Seeing Ross getting out of the car, Gibson smiled haggardly and stretched out his right hand.

"You're well, Captain Rosswand."

Continuous failures have completely destroyed this man's self-confidence, and Rose can't help but wonder if he can still get hard.

However, who have the right to laugh at him?

"Same flight?"

Gibson nodded and smiled weakly.

"Yes, Saren promised to reunite me with my family in New West Sails Port. He said that we, the capable Valantians, are needed there... although I don't know what else I can do after the war is over."

To be honest, he really never thought that the Borneo people would let him go. After all, the southern front troops were mainly engaged in security warfare, and security warfare would definitely encounter times when civilians and soldiers could not be distinguished.

Ross was silent for a while and sighed.

"Let's talk about it when we go home first. We will always be useful somewhere."

The car to take them to the port is about to arrive.

Before getting in the car, Gibson took a complicated look at the port behind him.

He has little affection for the place, after all he was not here when the port was first built.

"Tell me what will happen next."

"I don't know, I don't want to know," Ross shook his head. "There are so many of them, and they have just finished fighting all the battles. They will never be worse off than before we came here."

Maybe the same goes for the Wealandians.

An Evernightport without the Southern Legion... at least Blackwater Alley would be history.

Thinking of this, Ross suddenly became less desperate about the future. ()