This Game Is Too Realistic Chapter 931: Shocking everyone

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"Brother, this fish soup is so beautiful."

Blackwater Lane.

Near the 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, drooling with greed.

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

"Smells right? I learned it from the guys from Silver Moon Bay."

As for who the waiter from Silver Moon Bay learned from, he doesn’t know. I heard it’s 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 deliver goods that the Southern Army was fighting fiercely with Commander Absaek in the north, and the supply of bullets and shells on the front line was in short supply. He could make a lot of money by coming to Yongye Port to work for the Weilant people. gold coins, 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 Weirant people at Yongye Port, and some even did business with them.

Those big-nosed people didn’t care whether they were Borneos or aliens from the desert. They just discriminated equally against everyone else except themselves.

Except for the "Blue Gopher" who they can't defeat 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!"

Looking at his brother's exaggerated expression, Saiyi grinned and cursed "unskilled" and took a bite, his eyes lighting up involuntarily.

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 and pondered 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."

Sai Yi said with a smile.

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

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.

After 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, there were many people there!"

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

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

Saiyi rolled his eyes at him.

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

Besides, the family member also ate it, will the family member 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 so hard that 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 start working again and make money as soon as possible.

Thinking about the beautiful life after returning home from wealth, Sai Yi 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 wife with a second wife in a big house.

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 and invited him to become a high official. He asked him for advice and became rich in a polite and corporal manner. A good remedy.

Saiyi smiled sheepishly, but in the face of those pairs of admiring eyes, he finally had no nerve to hide his shame, so he reached for it in his arms.

The gold coins given by the Weiland people seemed to be cast by some magic. As he slapped them 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, making 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, those who have learned literary and martial arts, and become rich and powerful, can make Zaid's father look like he's hungry for talents. He has come to this world in vain!

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

While feeling happy, Saiyi scattered a few more "golden pieces", and tens of millions 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 gave his hand to Zaid's father.

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

After saying 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 Yongye Port.

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.

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, is still clamoring that he wants to fight to the death with the Alliance and the Enterprise, and that he wants to live and die with the Legion.

Of course, it is impossible for the alliance to let him go.

The Jungle Corps and the 1st Division of the Wilant Expeditionary Force are attacking the front of the northern city. The 100th Mountain Division of the Enterprise is cutting off the link 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 the enterprise and the legion were fighting that the people on both sides discovered this group of uninvited guests.

Looking at 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 seemed not to have heard. He just turned his face stiffly and asked following the voice.

"Waillant people?"

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

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

"On the other side..."

The demented eyes gradually glowed with light.

As if he had found his target, Sai Yi 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 and can help you carry ammunition!"

Not only did he start running, everyone who wandered here from Blackwater Alley took steps and rushed forward desperately, fearing that they would run too slow and not get their turn.

There are thousands of people in Wuyang Wuyang, and the deserted streets are packed 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?"

Cold sweat broke out on the forehead of the Wilante boy who was holding the machine gun. He rubbed the trigger with his index finger and shouted 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 not hesitate, but now that there were thousands of them in front of him, he couldn't take action.

However, although he still has some conscience left, his superior does not.

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

"Shoot!!"

"But——"

"I want 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. Finally, he used his roar to drive away the cowardice in his chest and pulled the welded iron trigger.

With a burst of gunfire, the crowd on the street collapsed 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 has the absolute upper hand, the Wilantes on the opposite side are 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 Weirant people did not get any benefits either. They cursed 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 living people left 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 was 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.

With his remaining consciousness, he saw that in the end it seemed that the corporate people had won, and those big-nosed people 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.

Obviously not all Willantians are willing to live and die with the Confederate Army.

Tyr?

Who is that?

They were only loyal to Marshal Julius from beginning to end...

Slowly, Saiyi 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 on the ground on Glory Street, the resolute-looking 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 dyed 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 in retrospect.

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

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 knock down the opposing position, the allies had successfully taken away the opposing headquarters, and the remaining Weirant people surrendered themselves.

As for the unlucky ones who died...

They were so hot-headed that they went to save people, 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 around. Back to the car.

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 at short notice after hearing about the situation here.

Kuruan, who was carrying an LD-47 rifle, walked forward, squatted in front of the corpses on the ground and frowned. He dipped his index finger into blood and put it under his nose to smell it.

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

"What do 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 hold back a stuffy fart, the soldier of the enterprise couldn't help but curled his lips and looked away from him.

Baixian has such a big nose.

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

"It's really unlucky. I can't stop it, but it even caused our captain to get criticized."

"You said these guys are so unafraid of death, why don't you go and carry a gun 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 for a while.

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

A lot of people died this time.

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 gone to another world.

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

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 had not eased at all. , but became more and more heavy.

Now that he is the emperor and prime minister of the Eastern Empire, he has 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, and there was no longer a half-dead **** above his head. There is no other difference.

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

People will not transfer their loyalty to that Lord to him just 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 real, and whether those who were loyal to me were real. Be 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?"

Hiding 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 is 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 or ideals, he just wanted to be a conservative king.

This is also the common wish of almost all the military nobles of 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 is history.

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

A captain of ten thousand men walked up to him and stood in front of him, giving 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 completely wiped out by the South China Sea Alliance's fleet near Serik Island."

Saren does not know where Serik Island is.

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 in deep 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, nor does he agree that direct conflict with the Alliance is a good idea, but Evernight 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 like 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 glanced at him meaningfully, and then looked away.

"They brought it on themselves. You'd better not sympathize with them too much... However, it is really heartbreaking to see them squandering their wealth. Maybe we should do something."

The officer was stunned for a moment.

"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 is 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 with the situation in Borneo, the port was abandoned for a time.

Someone later concocted the West Sailor Port massacre. Needless to say who concocted it, the port was even less useful.

Looking at his subordinates with confused expressions, Saren smiled faintly 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, not just to "corrupt" them and subtly change their concepts of labor and creativity. What?

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

In short, the fall of Yongye Port is 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 does liberate those places, the Vaillantians living there will have to have a new place to go.

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 and 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 Group Building.

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

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

Just as they tried to corrode the alliance's fortress with crime, they also suffered from the erosion of the alliance's idea 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 according to their duties, the Alliance The equality they preached became 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.

It would have been nice if we had not taken advantage of the collapse of the Stone City to make a profit, but had 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.

After turning off the holographic screen, Sigma 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 visitor is 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 Kondela in strong terms, claiming that this person was involved in the nuclear explosion in Haiya Province——"

Sigma didn't bother to listen to the content 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 will 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, it was still the **** in their **** at the end of the day.

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

Sigma said calmly.

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

Odo nodded slightly, respectfully like a servant.

"Yes."