my pokemon player.

"This is the sound of an early warning horn!"

"War! It's finally about to begin!!"

"My Pokémon are already itching for a bite!"

"The Northern Expedition! The Northern Expedition! I will carry on the Prime Minister's legacy!"

"Meritorious service! Invitation! Financial freedom! I'm here!"

"Let's team up! Our target is Silverleaf Town battlefield. We only need intermediate-level trainers!"

All the players were incredibly excited, discussing the upcoming war with great enthusiasm.

The battle between Zhenyifa and Xu Ruofeng and the mixed grain rice crust had long been forgotten by them.

The war horn is the only main theme at this moment!

Xu Ruofeng, who was about to walk out, paused. The confidence and pride on his face turned into astonishment in an instant, and then into excitement.

Mixed Grain Rice Cracker secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Despite his tough exterior, he was actually quite flustered inside, afraid of losing face in front of so many players.

So the deep warning horn sounded like heavenly music to him, diverting the attention of all the other players and sparing him from public execution!
Suppressing a laugh, the rice crust smacked its lips in feigned annoyance: "Tsk, this war really came at the worst possible time!"

Xu Ruofeng snorted coldly upon hearing this and replied softly, "Yes, I let you escape this time!"

Although he really wanted to beat up the rice crust from the mixed grain pot, there are priorities in everything, and the war effort was the most important.

"Ha, what's there to be arrogant about, you defeated opponent! You really think you can take me down?!" the mixed grain rice crust retorted defiantly.

Xu Ruofeng shrugged: "Otherwise what? From the moment Zhenyi successfully transformed, you were no longer my match!"

Mixed Grain Rice Cracker sneered, "If you can win a battle just by talking, then your chances of winning are indeed very high. It's just a pity that Pokémon battles still depend on strength!"

Seeing that the two were about to start arguing again, Chen Yan frowned slightly, then relaxed.

He stepped forward and interrupted their argument: "Alright, didn't you hear the horn?"

"I don't need to elaborate on the importance of this war, and I'm sure you understand as well. Let's put your duel aside for now; there's no need to rush it."

Xu Ruofeng pursed his lips and nodded reluctantly: "I understand, then let's wait until the war is over before we fight."

The anxiety that had been hanging over him finally subsided. Just as he was about to utter another harsh remark, he heard Chen Yan say:

"Actually, it's easy for you to determine a winner. You don't need to have a Pokémon battle. Right now, there's the perfect opportunity."

The rice crust with mixed grains paused for a moment, then tentatively asked, "Opportunity? You mean this war?"

Chen Yan nodded slightly: "That's right, what's the point of Pokémon battles? If you want to fight, go fight on a real battlefield!"

"It's nothing to defeat your own people; the real test is winning this war! Let's see who's the best on the battlefield!"

Xu Ruofeng was thrilled by Chen Yan's words and nodded emphatically, "Alright! Then let's meet on the battlefield!"

"Let's see who defeats the most enemies, who has the greatest battle achievements, and who ranks highest in the event!"

After saying that, he gave the multigrain rice crust a provocative look: "Rice crust, don't chicken out when the time comes!"

The multigrain rice crust scoffed, "I'll say it again: whoever chickens out is a coward!"

At this moment, his heart was filled with a sense of relief and gratitude towards Chen Yan.

Fortunately, Chen Yan proposed a new way to win or lose; otherwise, if he and Xu Ruofeng had been arguing and neither of them would have given in, they might have actually started fighting before the war even broke out.

Moreover, compared to direct Pokémon battles, there are many unpredictable factors on the battlefield. Being strong does not necessarily mean you will get a lot of merits; it mainly depends on the player's own performance.

As a top performer in previous wars, Zaliang Guoba was quite confident in his war talent.

If victory or defeat were determined by war merits and rankings, he would probably win.

Yes, we'll definitely win!

The mixed grain rice crust secretly cheered himself up, unaware that in his subconscious, he already believed that he was no match for Xu Ruofeng in terms of hard power.

Chen Yan looked at the much more relaxed-looking Mixed Grain Rice Crust and Xu Ruofeng, whose face was full of fighting spirit, and a knowing smile appeared on his lips.

No wonder these two can get along so well; their little schemes are so easy to understand. I only need to make a slight move to get them fully committed to this war.

But then again, how did he end up hanging out with those two? Could it be that he also...?
No! Impossible! How could I possibly be like an idiot or someone with no sense of direction?

Chen Yan hurriedly shook his head, dispelling the thoughts in his mind, and said in a deep voice:
"Since you all agree on this method of competition, let's settle the score on the battlefield!"

"All players in Pioneer Garden, immediately check your Pokémon's status, replenish items and potions, and proceed to Silverleaf Town to assemble according to the guild's previously established plan!"

He issued instructions methodically, his eyes sweeping over Xu Ruofeng and the others, a carefree smile playing on his lips.

"The war has begun!"

"Oh!!"

Xu Ruofeng and the others raised their arms and shouted, then quickly got to work.

Other players followed suit, busily buying supplies and calling on their friends to prepare for the largest war since the game's beta testing began.

At the same time, the deep and somber warning horn sounded, like invisible ripples, and quickly spread throughout the entire Firefly Town.

Unlike the jubilant players, the residents of Firefly Town remained quite calm.

When they hear the bugle call, they simply look up and say a few words:

"Judging from the sound of the bugle, it sounds like another war is about to break out."

"Yes, I wonder which fool has dared to provoke Lord Ryan this time!"

"Who cares? To use the words of those trainers, is there any need to even think about war in our territory? We'll be receiving news of victory soon!"

The residents exchanged a few words briefly, then went about their business, not taking the war to heart at all.

In the past, let alone wars between territories, the mere thought of a beast tide attacking Firefly Town would have put the entire town on high alert.

The moment the warning horn sounds, residents will panic and flee for safety, with no time to chat in the streets.

"All these changes were brought about by the Lord!"

Raymond, standing on the city wall, lowered the horn from his lips, a proud smile spreading across his face.

"Captain, you're flattering the lord here, but he can't hear you," Karl joked with a laugh.

Upon hearing this, Raymond pretended to kick Karl, laughing and cursing as he did so.

"You little brat, how dare you talk to me like that? Have you been hanging out with those trainers again lately?!"

Carl dodged Raymond's large foot with a quick movement and said with a grin:
"Captain, you know that all those trainers are very interesting and have pleasant voices. Everyone likes them."

Raymond's smile vanished, and he said expressionlessly, "Really? I don't really like them!"

“That’s because you’re afraid they’ll kidnap your daughter,” Carl muttered under his breath. Raymond immediately snapped, “What did you say? You want extra practice time?!”

Karl quickly changed the subject, saying, "It's nothing. I also think our Firefly Town has really changed."

“In the past, every time the bugle sounded, the whole town would be in chaos, and everyone would be on edge, especially us militiamen.”

"I can't explain it, and I'm not afraid to admit it, but when I first heard the warning horn, my legs went weak and I couldn't even stand up straight."

"Even as I gradually became familiar with the sound of the horn, I still felt fear every time I heard it, and my body would tremble uncontrollably."

"However, now when I hear the bugle call, I am still in the mood to chat with you, and I don't even feel scared at all. It's incredible to think about."

Upon hearing this, Raymond patted Karl on the shoulder and gazed at the buildings in the town, saying:

"What's so incredible about this? You were afraid before because you knew we were weak, and a single large-scale beast tide could destroy the entire Firefly Town."

"Things are different now. Under the leadership of our lord, our Firefly Town is thriving and our strength has increased many times over. Why would we be afraid of war!"

"On the contrary, we now look forward to war, and to the Lord bringing victory once again!"

Karl nodded thoughtfully, then chuckled and teased, "From what you're saying, it seems you also have some thoughts on this war."

Raymond waved his hand and said calmly, "I'm this old, what thoughts could I possibly have?"

"You're not old at all. Haven't those trainers said that your thirties are the perfect age to make your mark?" Carl complimented.

Raymond said irritably, "Trainers, trainers! Why are you becoming like my daughter, always bringing up those trainers!"

"I have a wife and kids, a warm bed, and I'm living a very comfortable life. Why would I want to go to the battlefield? It's enough to have those fearless trainers serving the lord!"

Karl subconsciously retorted, "A wife, kids, and a warm bed? Isn't that what trainers say too?"

Raymond narrowed his eyes and looked at Karl with an unfriendly expression: "What? You have a problem with that?"

Carl shook his head repeatedly: "No, no! It's their honor that you're imitating them!"

Raymond's tone softened slightly: "Hmm, that's more like it."

He looked at Karl beside him and asked with interest, "So, aren't you interested in this war?"

“Of course I’m interested! What man isn’t interested in war?” Karl replied.

Raymond raised an eyebrow and continued, "Then would you like to participate in this war? I can help you."

Before he could finish speaking, Karl interrupted him with a pained expression.

"Captain, have I offended you?"

"of course not."

"Then why did you send me to my death?!"

Raymond's lips curled up slightly upon hearing this: "What are you talking about? When did I send you to your death?"

Carl smiled bitterly, "You're making me participate in this war, isn't that just asking me to die? I'm not like those trainers who have received divine protection."

After spending so much time together, the residents of Firefly Town and the players have become increasingly familiar with each other, and naturally they can also discover some of the players' unusual traits.

For example, a player who was covered in blood and carried into the Pokémon Center one day could appear in front of them alive and kicking the next day.

Although the players explained that they had a special "treatment method," the natives weren't stupid and wouldn't believe such a reason.

Moreover, the players have experienced many wars, and in each war they have been the main force, so their casualties should be quite high.

However, not a single tombstone has been added to the town's cemetery, and even Ghost-type Pokémon are too lazy to go there!

Over time, the residents of Firefly Town began to notice the players' unusual behavior.

Upon learning this news, in order to prevent the residents from making wild guesses and causing unnecessary panic and trouble, Ryan simply took the initiative to spread rumors, saying that the players had all received divine protection under his guidance.

Some might ask, aren't indigenous people supposed to be intelligent? How could they possibly believe such rumors?

In fact, people in this era still buy into this idea and firmly believe in it.

In their view, the reason why their lord could undergo such a great change must be because he had been favored by the gods, otherwise it would be inexplicable!

The residents of Firefly Town quickly accepted the rumor and were filled with hope and confidence for Ryan and the future of their territory.

Carl had naturally heard this rumor as well, and shook his head, saying, "For someone like me, the day after I join the war, my family will receive my death notice, and the day after that, you can come to our house for a feast."

"Captain, you wouldn't want to see my mother crying and weeping, would you?"

Looking at Karl's sincere expression, Raymond's eyes flashed with relief and satisfaction, but he said with disdain:
"You're so young, how come you have no drive at all? Don't tell anyone you're from our militia!"

"Okay~" Carl said with a grin.

"Fine, if you don't want to go, then don't go. It'll only embarrass our militia."

Raymond looked directly into Karl's eyes and said seriously:
"But there's one thing I need to ask you clearly: is being a militiaman all you want to do in your life?"

“I’ve had a lot of militia members contact me lately, asking about how to take the trainer and knight exams.”

"You follow me around all day without asking me a single question. Don't you want to be a knight and a trainer?"

Karl chuckled and said, "If I said I didn't want to, you wouldn't believe me, and even I wouldn't believe it myself."

"But I know my own limitations. I can't even train a rock dog properly. I have no talent for being a trainer at all."

"Besides, I don't think the militia are inferior. We and those trainers are all protecting the territory, just in different ways."

"So being a militiaman for life isn't so bad, you're living a pretty comfortable life, aren't you?"

Raymond looked at Karl with surprise upon hearing this.

After a moment, Raymond suddenly raised his hand and vigorously ruffled Carl's hair, making his already messy short hair even messier.

"You brat!" Raymond's voice carried a hint of helplessness, yet also a barely perceptible pride. "You make it sound quite convincing."

Karl shrank back as his neck was rubbed, quickly raising his hands to protect his head, and said with a grin:

"Hehe, actually, I learned some of those things from those trainers."

Raymond withdrew his hand, snorted, but his gaze softened even more: "That's good too. You're more clear-headed than many people."

“Little Karl, no, I should call you Karl now, you’ve really grown up.”

Karl's eyes lit up: "So, Captain, are you planning to step down and hand over the reins?"

Raymond: "Get lost!"

"Okay~" (End of Chapter)