This Game Is Too Realistic

It's not just Niyang who is worried about the students, but also Meng Jie, the president of Mammoth University.

The situation in Mammoth City has been turbulent recently, and Mammoth University, founded by Ni Yang, has been pushed to the forefront.

In particular, the "negative stance" of "Daily Survivor" on the conflict incident has aroused the anger of scholars and progressive people. Now they not only demand Lacy to explain the dam incident, but also want Lacy to die. Three of my schoolmates and two family members will be responsible.

Now they are all family.

Including those elders of the Yue Clan resistance army who were marginalized by the Lashi authorities.

When Lacy was able to capture Mammoth City, he relied on the strength of the Yue Clan at home and abroad. He was even a Yue Clan member.

It is precisely because of this that it is destined that he will not be able to completely cleanse these elders, and he can only push them away from the edge of the center of power - unless he wants to form an alliance with all the forces at home and abroad of the Moon Tribe, and even The radical faction of the Qingyue tribe within the group was divided.

The price is too high...

On the contrary, those elders who were excluded from the inner circle had no scruples. After all, they had nothing to lose.

Maybe it can prevent a civil war.

They have no interest in competing with Absek for the three northern states or even Tiandu. It is enough to keep the three acres of Mammoth State.

㳔If he had gained a reputation as a defender of peace, he would be very happy to join the Alliance.

After all, the managers of the alliance have always had the same attitude -

"You Borneo people, calm down and stop killing your own people."

When they saw the opportunity to seize power from Lashi, both of them jumped out like hungry wolves to oppose their "Great Moon King".

The vigorous wave quickly swept across the city, and there was no room for a quiet desk.

In order to prevent the teaching field from turning into a battlefield, Meng Jie could only temporarily close Mammoth University.

This kind of behavior is obviously unpalatable to both sides for him personally.

The Mammoth authorities expressed disappointment at his unwillingness to help stabilize the situation, and indulgence was not a sign of support. But the students think that he has succumbed to the authority of the mammoth authorities, is a greedy pug, and is a shaky wallflower.

But these are trivial matters.

Mammoth University was entirely financed by Niyan himself and did not originally rely on the finances of the Mammoth authorities. At most, it received some help from Lacy when it was first opened.

As for those children, it was enough to scold him. If he was not even afraid of death, how could he be afraid of a few spittles?

No matter how fiercely those children scolded, they would not attack their teachers with fists and kicks.

The impact of family members on Mammoth City is not so great as to make people lose their minds.

Although when he saw those family members jumping out, Meng Jie was really stunned for a moment.

When he wasn't paying attention, those guys were already everywhere...

In this precarious stall, a piece of news suddenly shocked the entire Mammoth City.

Niyan is dead.

The Rat who wrote "Red Earth" and lit the first lamp of enlightenment for the survivors of Borneo Province was exhausted to death...

…

The study room of my own residence.

Meng Jie, who was reading the newspaper, first shed tears silently, and then suddenly covered the bridge of his nose and his shoulders twitched.

When the maid at home saw it, she silently came up and poured him a pot of hot tea.

Seeing a few tea leaves floating on the tea cup, he suddenly couldn't control his emotions and started sobbing silently.

"Why is it you who left...but it's you..."

"I don't think this man is so blind that he can't see these ordinary people!"

The maid was at a loss for a moment. She didn't know if she had done something wrong. She stayed aside and didn't know if she should comfort her with words or remain silent.

But Meng Jie did not remain immersed in sadness for too long.

Looking at the tea leaves given to him by his friends, he thought about his unfinished business, his pregnant wife, and many, many things...

"...When a person dies, everything ends."

He looked up at the ceiling, sighed, and finally made up his mind. He took out the letter and wrote the resignation letter that he spent 5 minutes conceiving. Then he carefully folded the letter and stuffed it into an envelope.

"Send school stuff for me, buy two ferry tickets to Silver Moon Bay at the pier, and buy the one that leaves tonight... If you are willing to go with our family, buy one for yourself, we won't I failed you."

"Okay first." The maid nodded hurriedly, then quickly walked out of the study with the envelope.

The situation in Mammoth City has been uneasy recently, and she can feel something wrong every time she goes out to buy groceries.

Maybe a disaster is coming...

Anyway, her father left early and she didn't have many relatives, so she might as well just follow someone with ideas.

Meng Jie walked out of the study and happened to see his wife coming down the stairs holding her belly.

Upon seeing this, he quickly stepped forward and helped his wife down.

"Why did you get up so early today?"

"I couldn't sleep anyway, so I just wanted to get up and see you." His wife looked into his eyes, as if she saw something, and asked with some sadness, "Are you going on a business trip again?"

Meng Jie was silent for a while and sighed.

"It's not a business trip, it's a move. We all have to go."

The wife was stunned for a moment.

"Moving? The house has just been installed, where should we move?"

If we didn’t move during the war, why do we have to move now...

She didn't understand. Her husband's expression didn't look like he was joking.

Meng Jie took a deep breath and spoke to his wife in a gentle and patient tone.

"Something big is going to happen here. Let's go to Silver Moon Bay first. It will be safe there. I will also visit my mentor at some time to see if I can use the alliance's relationship to save some people... If it doesn't help, that's all. We can’t always make things difficult for our friends.”

His mentor is Ms. Han Ziyue from the Alliance Institute of Social Sciences.

Although the Alliance Social Science Research Institute is not as well-known as the Institute of Physiology and the Scientific Expedition Team, the reports it writes can still appear in the desk drawers of alliance managers.

The wife frowned slightly.

"How long will it take to leave this time?"

Meng Jie shook his head.

"It's hard to say, maybe he can still come, maybe he can't come."

The wife nodded.

"I'm going with you. Can you tell me what happened? Did Lacy want you to do something again, or were the students forcing you to express your stance?"

"None of them," Meng Jie shook his head and said, "This time Rowell should be Zaid, Sawa...maybe there are others we don't know. No matter who it is, we don't want it. We have already lost." ”

This is an invisible war.

It was a contest between the Borneos and “feudalism” itself.

In the words of Stonehenge survivors, Bohr is the ghost hovering over Master Stephen, and the reverse is also true - Mr. Stephen is also Bohl's ghost.

As for feudalism, it is the ghost of the Borneo people themselves. This kind of ghost cannot be killed with guns, and their society has not yet developed a force that can compete with feudalism.

Instead, because of the bloodbath again and again, Feudal, who was killed again and again, absorbed the power of Wenzha and evolved into a monster that none of them had ever seen.

That monster can not only speak human words but also look like a human being. It can even blend in with the crowd and pretend to be a force for progress. It wants to "fight side by side" with the young guys and knock down a thousand pillars of the City of Thousand Pillars. Under the banner of breaking the shackles, he broke the backbone of the Borneo people.

If feudalism can be destroyed by falsely killing an emperor, then they should declare victory when Wu Tuo dies.

But the final result was the emergence of Janusz, who "has an international perspective" and shouted, "I can also trust the alliance."

Now that Yanush has been dead for not even a year, another Zaid appears who is one step further than Yanush, proficient in thick black science and more ruthless.

Meng Jie didn't dare to think about how terrifying the next monster would evolve into if Zaid died.

"...Speaking of things that my students don't like to hear, if Lacy wants to be called emperor, I will raise my hands to oppose it and support it in my heart. He is too murderous. Which emperor in the world is not murderous? He runs education, When it comes to running an industry, you can have both sides of the situation externally, and you can be tolerant internally, so that your whole family will not be killed if you scold him twice. If it is really left to the evaluation of history, then he must be a gentleman like this. Only people can compete with hypocrites.”

"As for feudalism... wait until productivity and industrial relations progress together, wait until the ideas in people's heads really come to fruition, and wait until another force is born in the land of Borneo that can check and balance each other with feudalism and actually exist. The progressive force is no longer a large-scale artificial art performance, it has been eliminated."

"This day may be in the distant future, and no matter which governance method we choose, history will move forward."

…

Central Yangzhou.

Hearing the urgent news, Isher was extremely anxious, but for the time being, he could still calm down and issue orders.

The railway was demolished by local villagers, and all the materials in the train were removed by bandits who broke them into pieces.

His subordinates arrested several people for questioning. Those people only said that the superiors wanted to demolish it, but they could not tell who the superiors were.

Without the railway, it would be too late to rush the troops.

The Wolf State to the north of the Snake State has the road network left by the Southern Army, and it's not just the road network... those gray wolves might have taken over the Southern Army's equipment!

Including trucks, and artillery that can maneuver quickly through trucks...

Thinking about the possibility of encountering Conqueror No. 10 on the plains, a drop of cold sweat broke out on Isher's forehead.

Even the Alliance cannot use mountain divisions to attack armored divisions.

After all, he is just a commander. He can't conjure up non-existent troops out of thin air and let his soldiers stab the tanks with fire sticks.

He now has two options left, either go north and switch to Lacy, or continue going south and bang his head against the wall.

One of the two is the middle strategy, and the other is the worst strategy.

As for the best solution...

He can think of it, but he will never choose it.

Just when Isher was hesitant, an officer hurried into the tent, stood at attention and gave a military salute.

"Report! The 110,000 troops have entered our field of vision! They should be coming from the direction of Shizhou by train!"

Hearing this news, Isher was not surprised at all. Instead, the hanging stone fell to the ground.

That makes sense.

The entire northern field army has been infiltrated by the [Family Association], and even high-level officials like Yokal have been instigated to become "Family" members.

Is it because of the twelve "Fire Crossbow" self-propelled artillery pieces?

Absek established the Northern Field Army and asked Yokal to leave the treasures he snatched from the army to the recruits of the 50th, 51st, and 530,000th troops.

Yokal has always been worried about this. Every time he suffered a defeat, he would think about the twelve cannons and blame himself for not being able to keep the money, but he also didn't think about whether those things could run up the mountain.

Just such a small or big thing may have made him hate it in his heart.

There may be other opportunities for you.

In short, these things are unnecessary.

At this moment, Isher couldn't help but think, if these twelve cannons could come to him through time and space, he wouldn't have to be a lonely bear banging his head against the wall.

"Contact the 110,000th Army headquarters for me."

"Yes!" The officer gave a military salute and walked out of the military tent.

Isher also stood up and opened the tent where the radio was placed.

The distance between the two parties is already very close, and they can be directly connected by radio, but it's just a bit risky.

But the risk is worth it.

Isher noticed that the young man standing next to the phone was a little nervous, so he smiled and comforted him.

"Don't be afraid, that guy Yokal is my subordinate. Even if he wants to fall out with me, he has to listen to what I have to say. He won't fuck me in the middle of what I'm saying... Then I won't let him go even if I'm a ghost. he."

The young man nodded, but he still had a nervous expression on his face and stared straight at him.

Isher patted his trembling shoulder, found a phone, sat down in advance, took a deep breath, grabbed the phone, and shouted sternly.

"Jokal, what do you mean!"

The old leader still has some residual power.

Shocked by the roar for two seconds, Yokal, who was holding the phone, almost stood up and gave a military salute, and then cursed after reacting.

"What do I mean? What do you mean?"

Isher said angrily: "Speak clearly first! Who asked you to leave your post without permission! What are you doing here!"

"Leaving your post without permission? I've taken down the position you haven't taken down for a month..."

In the middle of speaking, Yokal saw that the officers next to the telegram were peeking at him. He blushed and glared at them, and then changed the subject in a confused way.

"The commander-in-chief of the Snake State War Zone ordered the order... Don't care who gave the order! Anyway, the level is higher than you! I am here for no other reason than to stop you from doing stupid things! I tell you, leave yourself without authorization The war zone...you are treason!"

Hearing this, Isher smiled.

This guy is still the same, talkative and unable to explain his reasoning.

Someone had made up his words for him, and he could still speak so incoherently.

Thinking that now even this common man who only knew how to fight was forced to start talking about politics, Isher felt half bitter and half sad.

"Jokal... I don't ask who ordered you. I just ask you, will you follow me?"

Without waiting for his reply, Isher continued.

"You come with me. Once you win this battle, I'll keep my word and I'll teach you how to woo girls."

Hearing such off-key words in such a serious occasion, Yokal was so nervous that he almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

"I...is there something wrong with you, my mother-in-law? When did I say that I wanted you to teach me, and I am a powerful captain, but I still need you to teach me how to pick up girls? I will give you this, and you will come with me one day. I’ll give you ten female students! No, I’ll let you choose!”

Isher smiled softly.

"Then I can't leave with you. If I leave with you, my fight will be in vain."

Yokal's eyes widened, his hand holding the phone trembled, and he roared.

"You are so crazy. Do you know how many there are there?! Eight hundred thousand! A total of eight hundred thousand! Every one of them is fat and strong, with big arms and round waist. I stand with them like a beggar. You What are you going to fight them with? Use your fourteen-year-old or fifteen-year-old child soldiers! Their armored units can line up from the south to the north of Xifan Port! I only saved up the artillery after fighting for a year. If they pick up a team of ten thousand people, they can drown us with cannonballs!"

"You said you can fight, how many uses can you have! Do you really think you are a god! Duwata, Nigli... who can pull out something bigger than you? Even they are scared! You are the only one. Qing Gao! You are amazing! Just bring your imaginary alliance and fight them in an all-out war! It’s best to leave no one alive here!”

Holding the phone, Isher smiled and only asked one question.

"Are you envious?"

Yokal's eyes turned red.

"I...I'm not envious! I'm not a coward! I can't even look down on you, a cowardly mouse, let alone those fat pigs, but I can't watch you die! You should die in the north! You should die!" You can't! You don't deserve to die! You're a hero. We can still save you!"

"I am actually not as great as you think. You may have forgotten..."

Isher was about to say something, but was rudely interrupted by Yokal.

The guy who came here had never asked for help, but Ruyu seemed to be kneeling down and used a pleading tone.

"Surrender... I've found everyone I can find. Shah Rukh even instigated the 'Butcher' to rebel! Abu Saik has lost!"

"Hahahaha! Butcher...you mean Pikli? The coward who talks about his son all day long and whose eggs are pinched by Duwata? The pig who picks up human heads from behind the alliance? You live from the Lion State? Isn’t it true that Yudono’s old subordinates are the ones who despise that thing the most?”

Isher suddenly threw his head back and burst into laughter, almost bursting into tears.

But even that elm head turned against Absek, and this was indeed a dead end.

For some reason, Isher suddenly remembered the commander of the imperial army who died in battle in front of the gate of the Heavenly Palace.

Wu Tuo had all run away, but that guy was still guarding the palace gate, looking coldly at the young man who claimed to be the King of Heaven.

He didn't understand it before, he just thought that the person was not smooth enough and not as smart as himself.

But when he stood in a familiar position, he suddenly understood.

What he defends is not Abu Saike, not even the newly established Borneo Kingdom, nor even the people of this land...

What he defends is just his wishes, his ideals, what he thinks is right and is willing to die for it.

Even if this wish is not actually what all Borneo people desire from the bottom of their hearts...

They were not deceived by anyone at all.

Janusz is the King of Heaven that they fear, fear, and long for from the bottom of their hearts!

Only he can awaken the desire deep in their hearts to knock their compatriots to the ground!

When you want to kill someone, whether the curry is spicy or sweet can be used as a reason, so why worry about not being able to find a reason?

The reason why the federation can barely maintain its unity is not because of the alliance at all.

It’s just because the Weirant people didn’t leave...

Finally laughing enough, Isher took a deep breath, and the expression on his face gradually became colder.

"Jokal, I'll help you! The Northern Field Army doesn't have a bunch of cowards like the 110,000th Army! I, Isher, the Jungle Rat, don't have subordinates like you! Bah-! The 30th Thousand Soldiers are firing at you. !”

Yokal was stunned.

It wasn't because of Isher's swearing or verbal cannons, but because this guy used a tone other than self-deprecating for the first time and picked up the nickname "Jungle Rat" on the wanted poster.

They have never dealt with each other since the "millstone of flesh and blood" where the river turned, but if he wants to fulfill himself...

The 1.8 meter tall man shed tears in an instant, his eyes were red as if they were swollen with blood, and he yelled at the phone without thinking.

"Damn it! Don't be such a fool! Come back to Tiandu with me! I'll protect you! You should think about your female student...and your special mother is a bachelor, so you can also take the place of the third Brothers in the Ten Thousand Team, think about it! They have families after all!”

"Hahaha! You coward! You just finished the fight and you can't carry it anymore? We'll see what happens on the battlefield."

Isher hung up the phone decisively, sat on a chair and straightened his collar, and then looked at the young man with trembling shoulders - the correspondent of the 30,000th team.

This time, he just said it in a very soft voice.

"My female schoolmate sent it to you, you go ahead and do it."

His heart was clear, and the young man fell to his knees on the ground with a plop, crying.

"Sir! Just surrender! Outside... the entire communications team is ours! We have all lost! I beg you! Don't die!"

"Get up! Look at your worthless look. You knelt down when the Vaillant people didn't come, and you still kneel down when the Vaillant people left! I don't have a useless soldier like you in our 30,000-strong army!"

Isher scolded him with wide eyes.

He didn't want to ask how they were bribed, and there was no need to think about it at all.

The Weiland people have families, and these young men also have their own weaknesses, which they just need to control a little.

Those people didn't have to pay anything extra, they just had to share the stolen goods with the same people as Janusz. Niyan's assessment is right, they are the same, that's true.

The young man got up from the ground, looked at the officer with red eyes, and had snot hanging on his chin from crying.

He also didn't expect that the captain of the communications team, whom he regarded as his family, would say such cruel words as "Kill if necessary" and would also give such a cruel act to one of his new recruits.

Why let him do such a cruel thing!

That's his commander!

Hero of the Northern Front!

A Valeantian’s nightmare!

No matter what, he couldn't put his hand on the gun at his waist. He would rather aim it at his own head!

"I beg you! Run! I will take you out! I will tell them... you are dead!"

Isher laughed, looked at the crying young man, and said in a soft tone.

"You are too young. What will you do if I run away? I said I would take you home, and I will definitely let you live."

"Let's do it."

He won't run away again.

I can't run anymore.

He had already run from the church in Sifan Harbor to here. Where could he run again?

After all, he was just a little mouse, but he was lucky enough to sit in the position of commander-in-chief of the Northern Field Army.

This is his home after all.

If the person who wants someone else's head is a Borno, then take the 噙.

He only felt sorry for Mr. Melgio, who taught him how to read and read newspapers, and the old nuns in the church. He did not have his own mother, they were just like his mother.

It was a pity that he didn't have the chance to pray there again, but it seemed good to be able to go back to the Silver Moon Goddess to confess. He had not had time to say hello to her for a whole year.

By the way, Mrs. Margery should be expecting her second child with her husband soon, and cute little Ruby will soon have a companion... although the promise of goodbye can no longer be fulfilled.

And Anwo.

That idiot who has half a foot on a coffin and is used as a gun is doing well as a foreign official in Golden Gallen Port, at least he doesn't have to pour into the muddy water of Tiandu...

It's really fun to say.

I don’t know who will still remember that the cause of this incident is just an honest and short-lived ghost.

A group of dock workers thought about their fate, and finally felt sad and wanted to get an explanation for Orisa's family.

After all, 800 dinars for a life is too much to think about... Let's make up for it at least four figures.

Perhaps Absek himself did not expect that they would walk such a long and troubled journey when they were caught in the whirlpool, only to return to the original dry well when they looked back.

But the people he knew were pretty nice.

After thinking about it for a long time, I have no regrets.

…

Arctic Circle.

The cold wind howled.

It seems that the only place that still records the early years of the Wasteland Era is here.

The map of "Wasteland OL" is larger than expected. No matter how far you go from home, you will never be bored.

In the middle of an igloo, two girls wearing thick winter clothing and a furry female bear were surrounding a two-meter-tall snowman. Next to them were a circle of curious children squatting.

Not long ago, the White Bear Knights completed a thrilling adventure.

In a corner of the wasteland that the respected administrators could not see, they defeated Frankenstein, who was preparing to use mind control and cloning technology to control the cloned bear army to conquer the world, and liberated the Arctic villagers who were enslaved by his evil beliefs!

Well, Sisi was very doubtful about whether this guy had a chance to conquer the world.

At least in the River Valley Province, there may be no need for management to take action. Neeko alone can feast on them.

In short, the case is over. They have obtained the DNA of many endangered species before the war, and may be able to recover the rare animals that were eaten to extinction in Borneo Province.

By the way, this Arctic village actually has its own name, but because the name is too long to fit, the syllables of "Aba Aba" are always mispronounced, and the locals have no choice but to accept these foreign names. "Arctic villagers" called them.

In addition, this is nominally the territory of the Northern Empire, but the Wilantes only built an outpost to mine some natural oil and gas and things similar to flammable ice, and did not care much about the local conditions.

But those trivial details are not necessary.

What I want now is to leave something to prove that they have been here before leaving here to start the next adventure!

Sisi didn't have any ideas, Rourou's brain wasn't very bright, and sesame paste wasn't good at all, so it was Tails' turn to appear.

This guy suddenly had an idea and came up with a bad idea - build a snowman for the heroic Rourou!

So, a group of people were busy building a snowman in the middle of the igloo where the cold wind was howling.

Although Sisi doubted how long the snowman would last, the expectant eyes of those children made her suddenly give up the utilitarian idea.

In fact, there is no need to stay long.

Teach these children how to build a snowman, and the next time they build a snowman, they will naturally remember that a group of brave shelter residents traveled across the mountains and came here to save them from the evil Frankenstein. down.

Looking at the harmonious scene from a distance, Sisi couldn't help but reveal a rosy smile on his calm face.

Being written into a fairy tale seems pretty good...

Congratulations, congratulations.

But at this moment, a short mournful cry sounded, and the snowman that had been piled to a height of more than three meters collapsed.

"Save the snowman!"

"Ahem! giao! You guys should save the tail!"

"Awei, don't move! We can still save you!"

"Ah, bring me a scarf..."

"AWSL!"

Seeing that the bear that was about to be covered was gone, the children screamed and hurriedly got up to save the snowman, but it was already too late.

Fortunately, the adult next to him ran over, stopped Rourou who wanted to continue to cover the snowman, and fished out the tail trapped in the snowdrift.

"Are you okay?" The villager, who was as strong as a bear, patted the snow on her shoulder and said with a worried look.

"Ah, no, no, no...the tail has suffered more serious injuries than this, so this little bump is nothing."

Taili waved his hand inadvertently, turned around and slipped to the side of the snowdrift, and continued to work hard to save the animal with Sesame Paste, Rourou and a group of children.

Several villagers looked at each other, scratched the backs of their heads, and the expressions on their faces became even more respectful.

Tails didn't care what they thought, she just wanted to save the snowman at the moment.

Unfortunately, in the end, they only saved a round body.

"Collapsed..."

"Don't be sad, it's just love that you can't help..."

"It's all your fault. If I had told you earlier, my claws wouldn't be able to hang in the air! Why don't I just put them on the ground?"

"...Gu! Yes, it would be nice if we made a smaller pile."

Sisi, who came from a distance, squatted down and studied for a while, shook his head and sighed.

"...It's hopeless, just pile up another one."

"Woo..."

Sesame paste hugged his knees with a frustrated look on his face and sat in the corner drawing circles.

Although he always says that he can do whatever he wants, he can do it anywhere, but this guy is always the one who works the hardest and can’t get out the most.

Tails hugged her warmly from behind and touched the pair of cat ears hiding the hat.

"Oh... My condolences, Tails will be with you."

Rourou also came over, put his thick bear paws under her thick gloves, and said angrily.

"Let's pile up another one. I will definitely keep an eye on Ah Wei this time!"

Upon hearing this, Tai Tai was immediately unhappy.

"Giao! Why do you throw the blame to your tail whenever there is trouble? Why don't you blame A Guang! He is obviously the mastermind behind it!"

Seeing the two pairs of live treasures bickering, Sesame Paste burst into laughter, and Si Si also held his stomach and laughed.

Someone in the Far Rift Valley sneezed, rubbed his nose and muttered.

"Who scolded me again..."