This Game Is Too Realistic Chapter 821: The Fall of Xifan


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Both the captain and deputy captain of the guard died in battle. Hunter never expected that he, an old guy who was about to retire, would be ordered to take over the command of the guard in the face of danger.

No way.

Only on.

There are tens of thousands of people in the entire port area, of which 30% are Weirant people.

No matter what, nothing can happen to these people!

Even if he dies, he still has to stop the thugs outside!

Looking at the frightened guards, Hunter gritted his teeth and roared loudly.

"Drag some boxes! Empty ones are fine too! Whether they are sand, stones or even rotten apples, stuff them all in and block several major intersections! Quick! Move!"

Then he looked at the youngest guy in the guard and yelled at that man.

"Newman! Go back and take a telegram! Ask for help from Yongye Port! You must tell them that something big happened here, and ask them to send at least a thousand-man team...no, a ten-thousand-man team over!"

He is not sure whether there are so many troops stationed in Yongye Port, but the current situation is no longer something he can handle with the few people he has.

I heard that the weapons temporarily stored in the warehouse can arm an entire army of ten thousand people. Once those thugs form an organization, this chaos may spread to the entire Lion State!

The young man named Newman nodded quickly and hurried towards the direction of the Security Bureau.

Under Hunter's order, the guards present took action quickly, forming a defense line in groups of ten.

It has to be said that at critical moments, the Weiland people are relatively united.

Seeing that the guards were short of manpower, some young and strong men joined in and helped them transport the barricades to the entrance and exit of the street.

The roads leading from other urban areas to the port area were quickly blocked, and some civilians who tried to squeeze into the port area for refuge were driven away by the Weirant guards who fired shots.

As for those who tried to break through the checkpoints, Hunter did not hesitate and decisively ordered to kill them all.

At this time, it was no longer possible to distinguish who was a civilian and who was a thug. If anyone could not protect them, they would have grenades or pistols in their pockets.

The brothers in his hands can't even make up a hundred-man army, so he can't take any risks.

"Fire!" While shouting loudly, he held up the rifle and took the lead in pulling the trigger.

Amidst the banging gunfire, several unlucky guys fell to the ground, and in the blink of an eye, five more bodies appeared on the street.

Seeing that the Weiland people were all looking furious, the civilians who had escaped from their homes did not dare to go to the port, and they all turned around and ran out of the city.

But not everyone was so lucky. Most people were stopped before they could take more than two steps.

These people had cloth strips wrapped around their arms and looked fierce. They did not look like good people at first glance.

Govinda instinctively wanted to turn around and leave in another direction, but it was already too late.

One of them stared into his eyes, strode up to him, and then without any explanation, thrust a rifle with a bayonet into his hand.

"The Weiland people kill my compatriots, **** our marrow, and humiliate us. They must pay the price with blood!"

Looking at the **** rifle in his hand, Govinda was frightened and stammered.

"Yes, but I don't know how to..."

The man didn't listen to him at all, he just grinned and said.

"No, it doesn't matter. This thing is very simple to use. Those veterans of the Gray Wolf Army said, load the bullet, turn on the safety, aim the two points in line, and pull the trigger on those big noses!"

Those guards shot so accurately, the bullets seemed to have eyes.

Although they can kill a few, they often have to pay several times or even ten times the price.

Cannon fodder is very critical at this time.

Even if these guys can't hit anyone, they can still consume some ammunition in the port area.

When they find a way to drag the 100mm gun over, all the problems will be solved.

Govinda was so anxious that he almost cried, but looking at his fierce expression, he still swallowed his plea for mercy.

Seeing how sensible he was, the guy with the cloth strip on his arm showed a cruel smile and pushed his shoulder.

"Go, go, give those Weiland people some color! Let them know that rats can bite when they are anxious!"

"Now, now?" Govinda asked in a panic.

"What else? Did I give you the gun to use as a crutch? Stop talking nonsense!" As he said that, the man pushed him impatiently and pushed him forward.

Moving his legs that were like lead, Govinda walked desperately towards the port. The banging gunshots in the distance sounded like a death spell in his ears.

Not far away, there was a guy who fled from the port direction like him. He seemed to be a citizen of the Lion Tribe.

This group of lunatics also tried to push the gun to him, but the guy not only refused to take it, but also arrogantly cursed them, and was knocked down directly by the **** of the gun.

Govinda didn't dare to look back. He only heard a gunshot from behind him, and then the man lost his voice.

He closed his eyes in pain.

The Rat God is above.

He seldom prayed on weekdays, but at this moment he couldn't help but recite the sutra.

Please bless your children...

……

While the exchange of fire was fierce on several streets around the port area, the usually bustling dock was now even more chaotic.

People were screaming and pushing, trying to get through the wall in front and onto the narrow pier.

The only two boats were so full that they had to leave the dock.

Even so, some people did not give up and simply dropped their luggage and swam over.

In order to escape from this chaotic port, people have gone completely crazy and tried to board all means of transportation that can be used to go to sea.

Even the small fishing boats temporarily moored at the dock were bought by the Wilantes and Lion tribe nobles who were eager to escape, forcing the fishermen to go to sea.

What is helpless is that these small fishing boats have no ability to cross the ocean.

One of the fishing boats, less than eight meters long, was packed with more than forty people. As a result, not far out to sea, a wave overturned it!

Looking at the man who was knocked into the water by the waves, there was a cry of surprise on the shore.

Some brave young men jumped into the sea to save people, but in the end not even half of them made it to shore.

Looking at the tragic situation of those who fell into the water, the people who were rushing to escape finally calmed down a little, but the despair that weighed on their hearts did not diminish at all, and even became stronger.

The whole port went crazy.

And until now, most people have no idea what happened.

They only heard an explosion from the warehouse area, and then black smoke floated up. Everyone rushed to put out the fire, but the fire became more and more intense.

A pot-bellied Wilante businessman stood on the port, cursing in shock and anger in the direction of the port area.

"Damn...this bunch of losers who fail to achieve anything but fail! No one can control this! When Governor Huye comes back, I must write to him and ask him to get rid of these losers. !"

The curse was quickly drowned in the noisy sound, as unworthy of mention as a grain of rice in a rice barn.

Looking at the crowded pier, Margaery, who was holding her daughter's hand, looked slightly pale.

There are no ships left.

Although she thought something might happen at the port these days, she didn't expect the accident to happen so quickly and so violently!

To be honest, she felt more than once that the local nobles exploited their compatriots a bit too much.

The Southern Legion controlled many colonies and often hired local people to work. However, she had never heard of anyone there living on one or two hundred dinars a month.

How is it possible to survive!

Sure enough, the never-ending greed finally ushered in a backlash. Just a fire turned the boiling resentment into a complete rebellion.

The dark-skinned maid stood behind the mother and daughter, her eyes filled with worry.

"Madam... I feel it's not safe on the street. Let's go home first."

Hearing that advice, Margery smiled bitterly.

Is your home safe?

Although the guards were still fighting, to be honest, she didn't think very highly of those people.

First of all, they are not regular troops. Secondly, their numbers are too small, and their equipment has serious problems.

If they cannot control the situation in a short time, they will soon face ten times or even dozens of times the number of thugs.

Looking at her mother whose face was full of anxiety, Ruby gently pulled her hand.

"Mom... aren't we looking for sister Ansuya?"

Although she was anxious, in order not to worry her daughter, Margery still forced a gentle smile on her face and reached out to gently touch her fluffy and soft hair.

"Mom planned to take you there tomorrow...but now something unexpected happened."

Ruby tilted her head, curiosity written on her face.

"Accident?"

Margaery nodded slightly and said softly.

"Well, but don't worry...give mom some time, there will be a solution."

Ruby nodded sensibly, and obediently closed her mouth and stopped talking.

The darker-skinned maid looked at Margery and tried to suggest.

"What if...we ask Count Sharma to send someone to pick us up? With the relationship between Mr. and him, it should be worth taking this risk."

Margaery said worriedly.

"Then we have to wait until at least midnight... I'm afraid the people here won't last until midnight."

The maid said worriedly.

"But taking a boat is no longer possible. I think you should still find a way to get help from local people."

"It makes sense..." Margaery took a deep breath and calmed herself down. "Go home first and send a telegram to Earl Sharma to arrange a meeting place. If the port area of ​​West Sail Port If it has not fallen, just meet at the nearby Nightingale Street exit. If...if it has fallen..."

"You can go to the church of the Silver Moon Sect," the maid said immediately. "Pastor Melgio is a very good man. I go there to pray occasionally. He will definitely help us."

Margaery was stunned for a moment, with some worry in her eyes, but in the end she could only nod.

The reputation of the Weilant people in Silver Moon Bay is not good. After all, the Eastern Legion once brought the war to the edge of the Petra Fortress in the Hump Kingdom.

But...

Now we can only ask them for help.

There is a telephone system in Xifan Port, but communication with other settlements outside the city can only be done by telegraph.

In order not to waste time, the group hurried back home again and hurried to the telegraph machine.

It did not surprise Margery. After learning of their situation, Earl Sharma immediately sent his servants to West Sail Port and expected to arrive at twelve o'clock in the morning.

Today's port area is no longer accessible at will. The two parties agreed on a secret signal for the meeting in the telegram, which was to raise a white flag and wave it left and right.

After that, Margaery will ask her acquaintances in the guard team to ask the guards guarding the entrance to Nightingale Street to let in the people who come to pick her up...

Seeing the reply in the telegraph machine, Margaery breathed a sigh of relief and sat slumped on the chair.

Unconsciously, her back was soaked with sweat.

The maid standing aside handed her a towel and said with sincere emotion.

"Finally saved..."

Margery smiled bitterly.

"...I hope so."

It’s too early to say you’ll be saved now…

……

Night has just enveloped the port.

On the streets adjacent to the port area and other urban areas, the battle has entered a fever pitch from the initial trial.

There are currently tens of thousands of people besieging the port area.

There are dock workers, workers in steel and cement plants, or in cotton spinning and sugar mills.

In addition, there are also some slaves who were involved, disabled and retired veterans of the Gray Wolf Army, and even Lion tribe citizens who had no choice but to join in.

Some people have no choice. They are pointed at gunpoint by other thugs. If they don’t hand in the petition, beat the Weirant people, and join the “uprising”, then it belongs to the Weilant people. The accomplices, the slaves of the nobles, are the objects of legitimate robbery, plunder, and violence by others.

There are also some people who are speculators, the same guys who point guns at the former.

They quickly pulled up a flagpole, attracted a group of people who were as fierce as themselves, intimidated some people who were still hesitant, and clamored to establish a Lion State or something similar in Lion State, just like Same as Narashi.

However, the difference is that they have not thought about what program to use at all, let alone what will happen after the matter is completed. They just want to use this shareholder momentum to rise first.

As for the rest, most of them willingly joined this clueless "uprising."

Some people are because their wages have been withheld, some are because they are fed up with the humiliation of the Weilant people, and some are jealous of the authority and wealth of the Weilant people.

It doesn't matter who lit the fire, the boiling flame has already been burning in their hearts.

The explosion in the port area was the trigger for everything, so why not the whip in Najib’s hand?

According to people's word of mouth, they tied the cotton cloth they snatched from the port area around their arms as a sign to identify the enemy and ourselves, and agreed whose brother would knock down the Governor's Palace and tear off the Flag, who is the king of the Lion Kingdom!

As for the others, be the king’s captain of ten thousand men!

After sacrificing nearly a hundred cannon fodder, the "rebels" gradually discovered the shortage of manpower in the Guards and began to take a more violent offensive.

At the same time, the 100mm artillery that had shown its strength in the previous fierce battles in the warehouse district was also pushed onto the streets.

However, Hunter did not let these thugs succeed. Instead, he seized the opportunity and decisively issued an order, letting the police armored vehicles hidden in the alleys rush directly towards them.

Before the artillery deployment was completed, the 10mm heavy machine gun on the roof of the car clicked and was fired at the thugs.

Storm-like shrapnel raged through the streets, leaving rows of fist-sized craters and even collapsing an earthen wall!

The thugs hiding behind the artillery died instantly, leaving only corpses like minced meat on the ground.

The **** scene shocked many people.

Especially those guys who were preparing to charge forward with assault rifles were frightened by the shocking scene and retreated into the bunker.

"Hang the traction rope to the artillery and drag it back! Hurry!" Hunter, who was commanding from a distance, yelled at the walkie-talkie and gave the order.

A guard quickly jumped out of the car and hurriedly hooked the hook lock on the rear of the artillery, while his teammates picked up the ammunition box containing the shells and hid back in the car.

As the door closed, the armored vehicle started the engine again, dragged the 100mm cannon, and drove towards the port area as if desperately trying.

An Iron Fist rocket flew over from a distance. Fortunately, it did not hit, but instead destroyed a nearby house.

The armored vehicle that drove back to the position stopped, and the guards who got out of the vehicle had a look of shock on their faces.

One of them didn’t even realize that he had been shot in the calf until he got out of the car, and he was bleeding profusely.

Hunt asked the nurse transferred from the port area to bandage their wounds, and then he saw the secretary from the Governor's Office walking towards them.

"How is the battle going?"

Looking at that anxious face, Hunter said in a deep voice.

"It's very difficult. How long we can hold on depends purely on when they organize themselves."

The secretary's breath was stagnant and he asked with a trembling voice.

"Then...how many more people do we have..."

Hunt curled his lips and said.

"Including the local guards summoned from other areas, it shouldn't be a problem to make up 200."

"Why is this so?!"

"It's good to have this. Just now we couldn't even get fifty people here..."

When he said this, Hunter couldn't help but cursed.

"There are too few manpower here! I don't understand why Yongye Port, which has only hundreds of thousands of people, can station a team of 10,000 people, while Xifan Port, which has more than one million people, has only one A hundred-man team! And it’s also a supernumerary guard team!”

Does it make sense to talk about this now?

The secretary had a wry smile on his face, but he still explained.

"We also have our difficulties... There are not many troops directly under the Triumph City. There are only the Forbidden Army and the City Defense Army of His Majesty the Marshal. After all, we are still different from the Southern Army."

To put it bluntly, the civil service group does not have its own troops, so if there is a problem, it can only find a way to find others to wipe its ass.

Fortunately, they have a good relationship with the Southern Army, and there are even people in the guard who have served in the Southern Army before.

Hunt cursed secretly.

"You'd better think of a way... There are more than 3,000 Weiland people, and many of them are prominent figures in Triumph City. If they hurt a finger, you will Prepare to bear the wrath of Triumphal City!"

"I'm thinking of another way..." The secretary to the Governor wiped the hot sweat from his forehead and suddenly asked, "By the way, where is Najib? Let that guy persuade-"

"Don't think about that idiot! Half of this group - no, at least two-thirds must be here for that idiot!" Hunter cursed, "Let me catch him, not pick him up You can’t get rid of his skin!”

He turned his back on the negotiated wages within a month. This was an unexpected move.

He couldn't figure out why he had to pick those two dinars from the hands of a group of short-lived ghosts. Even the feudal lords of the Eastern Legion would not do such a stupid thing.

Are they not sharing enough profits with those guys?

Why don't you learn a lesson?

At this moment, a clerk from the Security Bureau ran over in a panic, stopped in front of Hunter, and gasped out of breath.

"Call back from Yongye Port! Their troops have set off, let us hold on!"

Hunt asked immediately.

"How long until they arrive!"

The clerk swallowed.

"They are the fastest in the southern hemisphere, and it probably takes three days."

Three days...

Hearing this number, Hunter's mood instantly sank into the abyss of despair.

People's lives here are measured in hours, and they simply can't last that long!

At this moment, a deafening explosion suddenly came from the street not far away.

The hot shock wave destroyed several houses and swept away a hundred meters away like a hurricane.

The three people subconsciously ducked down to avoid it, and the hot stones almost flew past their scalps.

"Damn! What's going on?"

The secretary struggled up from the ground in embarrassment. The secretary looked in the direction of the explosion with a frightened expression, but only saw corpses in a lake of flesh and blood.

Those thugs got a cargo truck from nowhere, stuffed explosives and shells into the truck, then stepped on the accelerator and crashed directly into their bunker.

The police armored vehicle was overturned.

Including the 100mm artillery piece they just grabbed, it was also blown over on the roadside.

Nearly all the dozen or so guards standing behind the bunker at the street entrance were wiped out! Not dead but still twitching on the ground...

The civilians who helped transport supplies were also killed and injured by the bombing.

Looking at the defense line that instantly collapsed, Hunter had a hint of complete despair on his face.

"Damn..."

These crazy people!

The gun-wielding thugs seemed to have underestimated the power of the explosion, and were shaken to pieces by the shock wave.

But in the end, they had the upper hand in numbers. Even if some people were affected by the aftermath of the explosion, it still had no effect on the overall situation of the battle.

When they saw that a gap had finally been opened in the port area's defense line, their shaky morale instantly rose again. Even the cannon fodder who had been encouraged to push to the front line began to shout excitedly.

A man holding a blade assault rifle walked to the front of the team, swiped at the front, and then shouted at the teammates behind him at the top of his lungs.

"Brothers! Rush forward! The Wilantes have put all their valuable treasures at the port!"

"We thought they were dirty when we took one look at them before, now it's our turn to slap them hard!"

"Whoever grabs it will get it!"

The roar attracted the response of countless people, and the sounds filled the entire street. A pair of red eyes glowed more fiercely, like hungry wolves after seeing fat.

"Brothers, charge!"

"Steal money! Steal people!"

"Oh oh oh!"

The crowd of people poured into the gap in the defense line like a flood, and the remaining hundreds of guards were as insignificant as the floating trees shaking the tree.

Even if they still have one police armored vehicle on hand, it will not help at all.

Those thugs have dug out the Panzerfaust rocket launcher from the warehouse. In the face of armor-piercing bullets, the iron sheet of the police armored vehicle is like a paper lake.

The flames of the explosion erupted one after another amidst the exclamations of the crowd, and the eyes of the people crowded on the edge of the pier were filled with despair.

On the way to cover the retreat of the Governor's Secretary, Hunter was finally shot through the throat after killing three thugs, and fell to the ground with his eyes wide open.

Just like his captain and vice-captain...

Although the Valantians are a race born for fighting, they are not outright monsters like mutants.

At most, their physical functions are stronger than ordinary people, they mature at a slightly earlier age, and their fighting will is higher than ordinary people.

Also, there is no "pension" and it does not occupy any resources of the War and Construction Committee.

Putting all this aside, they will die just like the players if they are hit by a gun.

"I surrender!"

Faced with the tide of thugs coming up, the Governor's Secretary decisively chose to surrender.

This is not only for himself, but also for the more than 3,000 Weiland residents in the port area, and even the tens of thousands of people living here.

Looking at the guys who were about to put their guns to his nostrils, he cleared his throat and said in a serious tone.

"You won, and this port is now yours. But before you celebrate your victory, please let me see your representative. I want to talk to him."

He kept his posture very low, although he did not take the guys in front of him seriously.

They are just a group of thugs with neither an action plan nor a clear appeal. They are no better than the looters in the wasteland.

When the reinforcements from Yongye Port arrive, they will be pressed against the wall and rubbed against the wall in minutes.

There was no doubt in his mind.

After a moment of waiting, a man carrying a legion flag walked out of the crowd.

The man had a scar on his jaw, like a gunshot wound caused by a bullet. He could only tell his fortune if he survived.

Although his eyes were light and stern, there was a hint of fierceness hidden in them, just like a wolf dormant in the snow.

Obviously, he's been on the battlefield.

Maybe it was McClun who brought it out...

"What do you want to talk to me about?"

Staring at the man in front of him, the secretary to the governor swallowed and said.

"...The wealth here belongs to you, let us go."

The man chuckled, glanced left and right, and then looked at him again.

"Then write off today's events?"

The governor's secretary was silent for a while and said vaguely.

"...This can be discussed."

Talk about nothing!

If we don’t send this guy to the gallows, his name will be written backwards from now on!

It is true that the civilian group does not have directly subordinate troops, but this does not mean that they are soft persimmons.

They have money and can buy mercenaries from the colonies to fight for them.

Not only that, they can even call their friends from the Southern Legion to come over and help.

The man curled his lips, obviously not believing what he said, but said lightly.

"We have talked to you again and again, and every time we get either perfunctory or ridiculed... Is it fun? The drama of eight dinars turning into six."

The Secretary to the Governor swallowed and cursed the idiot named Najib once again in his heart.

"We only just found out about this... It's not appropriate for you to blame us."

The man sneered.

"It doesn't matter, you are in the same group, what will happen even if you find out? Can you still stand up for us?"

The Governor's secretary stared into his eyes.

"So...you set the fire?"

"I hope it was me, but it's a pity that someone was a step ahead of me." The man shook his head slightly, with a regretful expression on his face, "That was not the fire lit by anyone, but the residents of Saifan Port. The anger is the anger of everyone except you."

"...Are you ready to bear the wrath of the Legion?" There was a hint of threat in the voice of the Governor's secretary, trying to force the other party to make concessions.

However, the man had an indifferent expression. He just took the torch from the hands of his accomplices and lit the flag on his shoulders.

That was taken from the Governor's Palace.

He has used this flag to prove his identity as the "Lion King", and it is useless to keep it.

Although he is a wolf, it is not a bad idea for a wolf to lead the lions.

Looking at the military flag burning in the flames, the face of the governor's secretary was filled with anger.

The man threw the burning flag aside, then grinned and put the pistol on his head.

"I was thrown by you to fight with the Alliance and Lacy, and finally I was thrown here to become moldy. Believe me, I have heard more than ten times more lies than the people here, so I am more powerful than them. You know what kind of virtue you are... none of the words that come out of your mouth are trustworthy."

There is no way to survive in negotiations, especially now.

His only way to survive is to involve the entire Lion State and burn the flames that started in the warehouse area farther away.

For example, Tiandu.

Only by winning Tiandu and becoming the master of Borneo Province can he truly gain the capital to negotiate with the Legion.

And if it doesn't work, you can still turn to the alliance.

Looking at this crazy guy, a trace of sweat broke out on the forehead of the governor's secretary, and he kept glancing at the gun pressed against his forehead.

"So you are not going to talk anymore..."

The man smiled.

"My name is Janusz, and like most people here, I was just an unknown person before tonight... But I swear, from now on, my name will shock the entire continent."

He didn't fire, and he didn't even turn on the safety. He just waved to his companions beside him.

"Bury this big nose in the red soil."

After a pause, he added another sentence.

"Remember, you will be buried alive."

"Let him be reincarnated here in his next life to taste the suffering we have suffered."

Two thugs grabbed his arms and dragged him away. The secretary to the governor stared at him with wide eyes and yelled angrily.

"You guy... do you know what you are doing? You are looking for death!"

Janus ignored the dying guy at all, but looked at his companions behind him, and then at the brightly lit pier filled with people.

The corners of his mouth turned up into a ferocious smile, and he shouted loudly.

"Enjoy the victory! Do whatever you want to do, this is the reward you deserve!"

"And those who have been humiliating us should pay some interest for their stupidity."

"This is what they deserve! Let me liquidate these guys severely!"

"Oh oh oh!

"

There were excited cheers all around, and a pair of eyes glowed green.

Thanks to General Alaiyan for his hard work and clear country, he has tasted some despair on the border of Mengma Prefecture. His only regret is that he has not tasted the taste of Weiland people.

A race born for fighting must be as difficult to tame as a fierce horse.

Hope not to disappoint him.


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