This Game Is Too Realistic

Shuguangcheng North Airport.

Dragging a large transport plane with blue tail flames, it slowly landed on the spacious runway.

A group of players stood at the edge of the airport and watched, enviously talking about when the Alliance would be able to put this thing together.

I saw a mole emerging from the cabin door and a mosquito happened to be near the airport, so I curiously went up to ask about it.

"Where's that guy Fang Chang? Why didn't he come back with you?"

Mole shook his head and smiled.

"No, that guy has disappeared since arriving in Ideal City, and I don't know where he went to hang out."

When Mosquito heard this, he immediately became happy and started arranging it with a mean smile.

"I understand! This guy got so high in the nightclub that he lost contact!"

Sui Ming: "Is this guy worthy of the little wife at home?"

Chaihun: “It’s so abominable!!”

God of Death: "Pass this on! Fang Chang has been fooling around until he lost contact!"

To stop the fight: "It's being passed on, it's being passed on!"

Looking at these restless guys, Mole chuckled and said to himself, "Go ahead and spread the word. It's best to spread it a little more outrageously."

This way I can feel more balanced.

However, not even two seconds after he was having fun, the good brothers of the Skeleton Corps surrounded him.

The brothers were not polite at all. They didn't even exchange greetings. When they met, they asked questions eagerly.

"Dude, where's the game?"

"Is it on sale?"

"How many sales have there been?"

"Why don't you bring a game console back and have a look!"

Mole's expression was slightly embarrassed, he scratched the back of his head sheepishly, and said with a smile.

"It's just been released, it's just been released...how can it be sold if it was only put on the shelves last night."

As for game consoles, there is no clue.

That thing requires endpoint cloud to provide information services.

Although I heard that the shelter's servers are also quantum computers, the administrators probably won't use precious computing power and nuclear power to play games for them.

Irena looked at the mole with a funny smile and said.

"We agreed, if you rush to the street, sell your butt to pay us back."

"More than one million, brother!" Elf King Fugui also had a smile on his face and patted his shoulder hard, "Don't forget, that's more than one million!"

Mole had big beads of sweat on his forehead, and said with a forced smile: "Don't worry, don't worry, when have I ever tricked you? This project is absolutely reliable! It's a sure bet!"

As he spoke, he was murmuring crazily in his mind.

These bitches!

I will lead you to make a fortune, harvest the leeks from your neighbor’s house, and you will just keep an eye on the principal!

Can there be some pattern?

As long as their games sell out as expected, the brothers of the Skeleton Corps will immediately become the richest people in the entire league!

Everything will be fine!

However, this group of guys who don't take it too seriously to watch the excitement obviously don't care about the money.

The main reason is to see if this guy will actually sell his ass after losing money.

A senior cloud player [Professor Yang, the King of Thunder] has opened a market on the forum and spent a huge sum of money betting one silver coin that his game would never become popular.

The reason is simple.

In terms of setting, even if it does not count the prosperous era, people have played "Internet" for more than 200 years, and surfed for longer than the earth!

Never seen a flying pig?

The reason why people don’t have that type of game is not because they can’t make it, but because it’s the result of market choice!

Brother Ye Ao also bet half a silver coin as his new year's money, but he didn't have that much money, mainly because he didn't lack the money.

There is a point to make. Although the game is virtual, virtual games also have to be logical. As long as the logic is different from his, it must be impossible, even if it is possible, it is illogical!

Logic closed loop, there is nothing wrong with me!

Everyone was joking.

At this time, a piece of blue power armor, carrying a huge nitrogen-powered hammer and a Gauss rifle, walked towards the crowd.

Out of respect (favorability) for the adult, everyone quickly stopped talking.

Especially Mole, as soon as he saw the manager, he seemed to have seen his savior.

He quickly seized the opportunity to get rid of the entanglement of his good brothers, raised his head and stood up straight with a loyal face, and knocked his right fist on his chest.

"Respected Sir Administrator, may I ask what your orders are for recalling your most loyal warriors?"

Chu Guang smiled faintly.

There was no direct answer, just a simple gesture.

"Follow me."

After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the outside of the airport.

Seeing the broad back, Mole was slightly startled, and then he felt excited and quickly followed him.

Didn't say it in public.

There is definitely something big going on!

Just as Mole was bathing in the envious, jealous and hateful eyes of everyone, and was walking towards the military camp behind the camp BOSS, a pale-faced lady was limping and holding on to the cabin door. Got the plane.

As soon as her feet touched the ground, she couldn't help but retch.

In fact, it stands to reason that the Orca transport aircraft is like an "electric hair dryer", and its flight is many times more stable than that of an "oil hair dryer".

However, people's physiques are different, and some people are born unable to tolerate this kind of communication.

For example, Li Shuyue is this kind of person.

She didn't know why this happened. This was the first time she had left Ideal City, and the first time she had gone to such a far away place.

Obviously she didn't feel anything when riding the maglev car or elevator, but she started to get airsick not long after leaving Ideal City.

Li Changkong looked at the woman who got off the plane in surprise, and quickly stepped forward to help her.

"Mr. Li? Why are you here?"

Although Ruyue Group is only a subsidiary of Ideal Group, no one dares to underestimate this CEO.

As the manager of the construction department of Ideal Group, Li Changkong has a good understanding of the family situations of the major shareholders in the group.

For example, this Li Shuyue, her father is one of the major shareholders of Ideal Group.

Ruyue Group can achieve a market value of tens of billions, of course because of the CEO's personal ability. He can obtain financing and orders from the Ideal Group, and his background also plays a big role.

This situation is not uncommon in Ideal City.

Since the decentralized management of Ideal City was originally implemented in the financial field, there is no such thing as a central bank, and there are no banks serving the central bank.

The asset management and venture capital departments of major groups perform some of the functions of banks. Generally, if startups want to obtain funds, they must either borrow money from other companies, launch crowdfunding projects on Endpoint Cloud, or they can only obtain funds through Roadshow to obtain venture capital from other companies or potential customers.

As for why this phenomenon occurs, it has to start with the nature of currency such as Cr (trust points).

"...Is this the Dawn City?" Li Shuyue looked around, looking at the bare land and the monotonous parking sheds in the distance with a slightly disappointed expression.

It feels like a very ordinary settlement of survivors.

The capital must be comparable to some slightly larger survivor city-states in Yunjian Province.

When she was investigating relevant information on Duandian Cloud before, she still had some expectations in her heart.

Especially those ideal city scholars and experts who brag without blushing, wishing they could boast that the alliance has lost the hope of human civilization, is one of the few that has achieved fruit, is a sociological experimental field, and is a blood-line-connected country without compatriots. , idealist's paradise...

In short, people who have been there say it’s good, and people who haven’t been there also say it’s good.

A look at the results...

That's it?

Just a personal opinion,

Perhaps the alliance was too light. Her first impression was that she was a little disappointed, and she was even a little worried about the investment.

"That's right, this is the airport in the north of Shuguang City. A little further south is the city. There is a highway over a hundred kilometers over there that we will build!"

Li Changkong said with excitement, showing off the results of his work over the past month.

Li Shuyue, who was still airsick, nodded, her expression obviously uninterested.

Now she just wants to find a place to solve her personal hygiene problems.

"Is there... a wash area here?" Her expression was slightly unnatural, and everything she wanted to say was written on her face.

"Washing area?"

Li Changkong was stunned, and then he smiled awkwardly as if he had thought of something, "There are public toilets... you may not be used to it."

Li Shuyue looked confused. She didn't know what she was not used to. There must be a separate bathroom and washbasin.

Seeing her blank expression, Li Changkong said embarrassedly.

"Well... they are still in the initial stage of development, and the conditions here are a little bit ecological. You have no business travel experience, so you choose such a difficult place when you first come up... In fact, I don't recommend it very much. I suggest you be prepared to have enough money. It would be better to come here later.”

Li Shuyue looked back at the plane. The moment she saw the thing, her legs felt weak subconsciously.

It's not impossible to fly back now.

But——

She became stubborn.

You’ve come here, but you can’t go back empty-handed.

Gritting her teeth, Li Shuyue turned back with a cold face and narrowed her crescent-shaped eyes.

"You underestimate me?"

Li Changkong was dumbfounded.

"How come?"

Li Shuyue said lightly.

"Please help me arrange a hotel...the best hotel here."

"Okay!" Li Changkong nodded quickly, thinking that it was too late to build a building now, so he could only bite the bullet and said, "I will contact you right now!"

The most famous hotel in the alliance is naturally the road hotel.

But the reason why it is famous is not because of how comfortable the hotel itself is, but because of the liveliness here.

Because businessmen from all over the world often stay here, the information here is often the best. Sometimes the managers don't know something, but the bartender at the bar will know it first.

Just stood at the door.

Seeing the bustling hotel lobby, it was Li Changkong's first time back here, his expression became awkward again, and he spoke quickly.

"How about... I will help you apply for the parent company's dispatch qualification, and you can live in the embassy as a foreigner. The houses and cement there are all shipped from Ideal City."

Li Shuyue shook her head and crossed the threshold with her suitcase.

"That's illegal, so I'll live here."

Li Changkong's expression became a little subtle.

If it really comes to compliance issues...

Why don't you discuss how you got here?

But having said that, the group and the board of directors do not have express regulations that do not allow "unrelated persons" to use military aid flights for business reasons.

I noticed the situation at the entrance of the hotel.

Lisa, who was wearing a waiter's outfit, walked forward, looked at the well-dressed lady in front of her cautiously, and said cautiously.

"Hello madam, are you... looking for someone?"

Although she was carrying luggage in her hands, Lisa still subconsciously felt that this was not a guest who would stay here.

"I'm here to stay in the hotel," Li Shuyue glanced at the old man behind the bar, then looked at Li Changkong next to her, frowning, "Why are child labor still employed here?"

"I'm sorry." Lisa quickly explained.

Li Changkong said quickly: "I can assure you that the alliance's laws and enforcement are definitely the benchmark for the entire valley province!"

Li Shuyue glanced at Lisa suspiciously, but did not embarrass the little girl and said in a soft voice.

"Can you help me find a quieter room?"

Lisa nodded obediently.

"Yes! Please give me your luggage."

Li Shuyue shook her head.

"No, I can just hold it myself."

…

Not far from the airport is the military camp.

The mole who followed Chu Guang was thinking about what treasure the manager wanted to take him to see.

Finally arriving at the destination, a large warehouse appeared in front of him.

Stopping at the door of the warehouse, Chu Guang looked at the guard on duty and nodded.

The iron door opened quickly.

A dark figure soon reflected in Mole's pupils, and in an instant, excitement and eagerness appeared on his face.

That's a tank.

The towering body and thick front armor perfectly interpret the word "big is beautiful".

Especially the muzzle, which is so thick that half of the face can be stuffed into it, and the 10mm axis machine gun connected in parallel to the side of the barrel, they combine mechanical beauty and violent aesthetics.

It's not a BMP like the No. 1 tank with five pairs of road wheels and a big car carrying a small gun!

But a tank in the true sense!

It's just that this thick and long barrel seems a bit too big.

Completely going from one extreme to another.

Looking at the steel monster in front of him, Chu Guang's face showed a smile like an old father's.

"The No. 2 tank was produced by Factory No. 81. The body was widened based on the No. 1 tank. Changge Group's construction aid engineer helped us improve the turret, and Silver Wing Group helped us improve the power system and transmission structure. , the artillery is a 155mm smoothbore gun——"

"155!?" Mole's eyes widened, and he hissed and took a breath of cool air that smelled of engine oil.

Chu Guang nodded.

"Yes, don't you think the bigger the caliber, the better?"

"Good! It's great!"

The mole nodded excitedly like a chicken pecking at rice, his eyes shining.

He knows this very well!

Sure enough, managers still have a big picture, a big strategy, a big wisdom, a big vision...

I don’t know where he is who is taller than his "foolish friends"!

Chu Guang smiled kindly, looked at the tank in the factory and continued.

"At present, we have produced 30 No. 2 tanks, which have just been unloaded at the train station. In addition, there are 5 B-type tanks, which use the No. 60 electromagnetic gun imported from Ideal City."

"Although the Alliance's First Corps still needs armored units, considering your excellent performance in the last battle, I plan to give them to you first!"

As for the thickness, durability, and auxiliary accessories of the armor, Chu Guang didn't mention a word.

That kind of thing is redundant for Alliance tanks.

AI fire control?

Auxiliary light sight?

Increase the capacitance?

What's the use of those things!

The loyal "primarchs" are the most powerful black technology, and the "morphological field" of singularity-level technology is unrivaled in the world!

Without fully tapping the potential of carbon-based life forms, where would he get these 30 tanks?

The entire alliance has a population of just over 100,000, the industrial population is less than 3%, and the proportion of military expenditure to the total output value has almost reached the sky.

30 vehicles a month.

That was all production capacity after Mustache conquered Czechoslovakia.

It has only been less than two months since the alliance's nuclear fusion reactor was ignited, and the industrial subsidy policy and quantitative easing period have been less than a year.

In order to allow more players to use reliable equipment, the development of the alliance must also be taken into consideration at the same time. Chu Guang feels that he has done his best.

However, Mole obviously didn't care about issues such as armor thickness, and his interest was completely attracted by the electromagnetic gun.

In reality, this thing is used as a coastal defense gun and naval gun. I have never heard of it being able to be mounted on a tank.

After the manager finished speaking, he quickly asked the question that concerned him most.

"What does the number 60 mean?"

Caliber?

Is 60mm too small?

Looking at his ignorant expression, Chu Guang knew what he was thinking and smiled lightly.

"60, naturally means the muzzle kinetic energy of 60 megajoules!"

60 megajoules!

Hearing this number, the mole was instantly startled.

He remembered correctly, the MK45 127mm naval gun had a muzzle kinetic energy of only 10 megajoules...

60 megajoules!

Is the kinetic energy of the naval gun muzzle twice as high? !

This is really going to heaven! ?

Seeing that the young player was shocked and speechless, Chu Guang continued.

"...the Alliance Army Command positions the Type B vehicle as a tank destroyer."

"Due to the high price, we only produced 5 of them, mainly to target the high-strength spaced armor of the Conqueror 10 tank and the 11th tank that appeared in the intelligence. At that time, in order to prevent being penetrated by the 100mm cannon, we moved forward The armor and turret are reinforced, so the mobility will be slightly weaker.”

Tests using the remains of captured tanks showed that the No. 60 electromagnetic gun could not break through defenses, but could even directly penetrate weak links in the armor.

There will definitely be differences in performance in actual combat. He believes in the skills of his allies and the fighting will of the players, and they will not let him down!

Controlling the excitement in his heart, Mole looked at Chu Guang and made a vow with loyalty on his face.

"Respected Sir Administrator, I am ready for the expedition. All you need to do is tell me where the enemies of the alliance are, and I will immediately drive it to annihilate them all!"

nice.

energetic!

Chu Guang nodded approvingly and said with a smile.

"Don't worry, Alliance Army Command will have a task for you soon."

As he said that, he put away his smile, took out the holographic computer pen that Pai had given him and pressed it lightly, and a map of the Luoxia Province was projected in the air.

The red circle marks the southern part of Luoxia Province, 150 kilometers away from the Double Headed Peak of the Zhuobar Mountains.

A red arrow spans a distance of 900 kilometers, pointing from Dawn City to you.

"...the Legion is stationed on the east side of the No. 4 oasis in the southern part of Luoxia Province. It has a force of at least ten thousand people and is suspected of building an airport. Once they succeed, our homeland will be included in the Legion's strategic bombing range."

"In addition, according to reliable information, a nuclear bomb with a yield of one million tons is being sent to Luoxia Province from the west. We judge that this nuclear bomb is most likely to be sent to that airport."

Seeing his expression gradually becoming serious, Chu Guang paused for a moment and continued.

"You only have one day to prepare. This day you need to learn the operation and maintenance of the equipment under the guidance of technical personnel."

"The distance from Dawn City to Lost Valley is nearly 900 kilometers, of which the cross-country section is nearly 700 kilometers. You have only one mission."

"Strictly keep secrets, be cautious, and advance quickly. Before the army can react, you must use a lightning-like offensive to destroy the defense lines of the local garrison in one fell swoop—"

"Stop them at all costs!"

"Get the airport!"

…

Just when the alliance was secretly planning its second military operation, a major event happened in the Petra Fortress nearly a thousand kilometers away that shocked the whole city.

A trading bank from the River Valley Province named the White Bear Knights rented a warehouse and established the "White Bear Knights Bank".

The president is a big white bear who can talk.

Her kind nature made her unable to bear to look at the suffering in the slums.

So she and her friends decided to rescue the refugees who had fled from the north and exchanged golden camel coins for a worthless waste in their hands - golden lion coins.

As soon as I heard that someone was willing to accept gold lion coins, the slums outside the city instantly boiled.

Most of them came from Oasis No. 9, carrying money in their pockets, so no one wanted them here.

Almost all the refugees rushed over, fearing that they would be lost if they arrived late.

䀴In addition to the refugees, some locals also came over.

But they are not here to exchange money, they are here to watch the fun.

There are many strange things in the wasteland.

This is the first time many people have seen the talking bear.

"How come Bear has so much money?"

"The devil knows!"

"But what's the use of these people exchanging gold lion coins? Those things are all scrap metal."

"Maybe the kindness is so overflowing that there is no room left."

Several merchants in long robes looked around, with sneers written all over their faces.

Instead of exchanging the gold camel coins for dinars, I exchanged them for gold lion coins.

Is this because the depreciation speed is not fast enough?

On the other side, inside the bank gate, poor people in ragged clothes were waving their money bags in their hands, and the sound of clanging and clanging almost drowned out the shouts.

Old Boomer stood in front of the counter with a headache on his face, busy keeping accounts, and helping these poor people exchange their waste products for gold camels that could buy bread.

Although the president is Xiong, it is impossible for Xiong to keep accounts. The physical work of cashiering has to be done by him as the "counter manager".

"Sir, please do me a favor and give me a little more change." An unkempt man finally squeezed to the front and placed a bag of money on the table with a thud.

Although his outfit is quite pitiful, the bag of money in his hand is not pitiful at all.

The few people behind him were probably servants, and they all carried a bag of money in their hands.

"No, our boss stipulates that one person can only exchange 200 golden camel coins."

Old Boomer shook his head and asked the henchman next to him to count out 1,200 face value gold lion coins and take them away.

Only coins, not paper, are needed to exchange votes.

After counting, he took out a money bag that had shrunk by 2 times, put it next to the heavy bag of money, looked at the unkempt man and continued.

"You need to swear to the spirit of the sand sea that you will not line up here again one day."

Looking at the old man who was holding on to the money bag and not letting go, the man reluctantly raised his hand and swore his faith, but secretly said in his heart, "I'll do it tomorrow."

The four servants behind him also stepped forward and helped their master change the money.

Several burly mercenaries stood at the door with their arms folded. They watched the group of people walk away before moving away and continuing to work as bank security guards.

As for whether that person will come back in a roundabout way, that's not their concern.

Employers have explained that it is impossible to expect 100% enforcement of the rules. What they want to do is not to completely eliminate the phenomenon of re-queuing, but to raise the threshold for violations to ensure that more people can earn enough money to survive.

Food in the Camelback Kingdom is very cheap. 200 gold camel coins are enough to last you a long time.

In the first three days after the bank opened, the currency exchange rate was 1:1. After three days, it would be increased to 10:1, and there would no longer be a limit on the upper limit of personal exchange, allowing nobles with a lot of money to exchange money in large quantities.

As for the meaning of doing this, it's not entirely out of mercy.

It's more for safety reasons.

Knowing how to make money is not smart, only making money and being able to retire is...

Looking at the surging crowd outside the door, Rourou felt that his social phobia was coming back again. The dog looked at his tail timidly and whispered.

"People, there are so many people... why don't we go out and watch."

"Oh! It's okay, Rourou, Tails will be with you!" Patting Rourou's broad shoulders, Tails smiled and gave a thumbs up, "Hold on a little longer, and we can change shifts with Sisi and the others! That's it! It’s time to practice courage!”

Rourou nodded and mustered up the courage to continue.

This bank, called White Bear Knights, was busy from early morning until it closed in the evening.

After closing the bank door, Old Boomer walked up to Sis with the account book and said respectfully.

"We spent a total of 2.1 million golden camel coins per day and recovered a total of 12.6 million golden lion coins."

"Not bad, not bad." A happy smile appeared on Sisi's face.

It seems that the people who came here after escaping from Oasis No. 9 are not ordinary rich people. They actually spent 2 million gold camel coins despite the purchase restriction.

After waiting for three days, I am afraid someone will come to her in a caravan to exchange money.

This is much more profitable than buying a cow!

Speaking of which, it seems that this is how the Knights Templar started. The little money they earned from the war was not enough to compensate them. Instead, they made a fortune by lending money and money orders.

However, the White Bear Knights currently do not open loan sharking business.

Sisi couldn't help but wonder, why not wait until the war is over and Oasis No. 9 begins to rebuild, and open this business.

Exchange the money one day, and then lend it to the person who came to exchange money one day.

It can be regarded as taking it from people and using it for others.

"We should hire a few more mercenaries," Sisi touched his chin and said seriously, "Our business might be noticed."

When Old Boomer heard this, he couldn't help but laugh or cry for a moment, wondering who would care about such scrap metal.

Now there are rumors circulating in the whole city, saying that the wealthy people who came from the Valley Province have too much money and no place to spend it, so they exchanged their hard-earned money as a businessman for a bunch of scraps, and they are afraid that their pants will be damaged when they go back. No compensation.

After clearing his throat, Old Boomer said respectfully.

"It's enough to hire these mercenaries. If you are really worried, we can give the city defense captain some money and ask him to set up a patrol post near us... Those guards who are loyal to the city lord will be more effective than hiring any number of people. , and it doesn’t cost much.”

Patrolling is their job.

As for where to patrol, that is a matter of flexibility in terms of authority.

Those refugees from other places are most afraid of getting into trouble, especially the local guards. As long as the patrols come here from time to time and take a few steps, they will be honest no matter how hard they stab their heads.

A smile appeared on Sisi's face.

"That's a good idea, thank you."

"You're welcome... you saved my life and returned the property you stole from the bandits to me. It's my duty to do these things for you." Old Boomer said respectfully.

His intuition told him that the young lady in front of him was a person capable of doing great things.

Anyway, he is not suitable to be a businessman at his age, so he might as well find a job in this bank.

After arranging his work, Sisi found the mercenary leader standing guard at the door.

The muscular man was crossing his arms and chatting and laughing with the brothers next to him about where they were going to drink.

After the sun sets, it will be time for them to get off work. The lively crowd will move from the market to the commercial street, where there is endless fun.

"Are you interested in taking a class?"

Hearing the boss's voice, the mercenary leader whistled.

"Please give me your orders, miss. It is my honor to serve the beauty."

The mercenaries standing next to him also cheered.

"As long as you are willing to pay, I can do anything you want."

"I'll squeeze my shoulders!"

"I'll slap my back!"

Sisi smiled lightly.

"There are Legion members stationed in the Lost Valley, have you heard?"

The mercenaries looked at each other, wondering why the financial owner said this.

The mercenary leader touched the stubble on his chin, recalled for a while and said.

"In the past two days... there seems to be a similar rumor in the tavern, and the rumor is quite outrageous. It is said that a team of ten thousand people is stationed there, and they will shoot when they see people approaching. I don't know what they are doing. "

"It's not enough," Sisi threw him a bulging money bag, "People here think that the efforts are not enough, and the rumors should be a little more outrageous. For example, the people stationed there are the first elites to invade the No. 9 Oasis. They are building frontline camps to welcome the arrival of large forces..."

Looking at the surprised mercenary leader, she pointed at the bag of money in his hand.

"There are 1,000 golden camel coins here. I hope that at this time today, the entire Petra Fortress will be discussing when the legion plans to attack the city and how those big noses tortured the prisoners..."

"I hope that wherever I go I see helplessness and fear on people's faces."

The Lost Valley is very wide, with a radius of 10 kilometers. If you stand in the west, you can't see the east.

However, even so, with the strength of the legion's patrol, it is still very difficult to get close to the past.

And once discovered, there may be no chance of escape.

Therefore, if you want to conquer that ruins, there is no hope of relying on brute force, and it will be useless no matter how much equipment and ammunition you prepare.

She needed someone to keep Legion in check.

Or at least attract the Legion's attention.

Only in this way can we create opportunities for them to enter the valley.

The mercenary leader looked at his employer in surprise. He had no idea what she wanted to do, especially that this pretty girl was pretending to be evil.

However, after seeing the money bag, he didn't ask any questions. He chuckled and put the money bag into his arms. He even imitated those lavish nobles and bowed lamely.

"It's my honor to serve you!"

He was planning to go to the pub for a drink, which was not an easy job.

Arrange a few brothers who like to join in the fun to sneak into the crowd, circle around and shout at the top of their voices, and you can attract those who like to join in the fun in a matter of minutes.

One pass to ten, ten to a hundred...

As long as idle people like them are willing to add fuel to the flames, soon the residents of the entire Petra Fortress will know that the legions are coming.