This Game Is Too Realistic

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

No way.

It can only be done.

There are tens of thousands of people in the entire port area, and among them, the Weirant people account for three.

No matter what, nothing can happen to these people!

Even if he died, he still had to stop the thugs outside!

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

"Drag some boxes! Empty ones will do! Whether it's sand, rocks or even rotten apples, stuff them all in and block all the important intersections! Quick! Move!"

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

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

He was not sure whether there were so many troops stationed in Yongye Port, but the current situation was no longer something he could handle with the few people he had.

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

The young man named Newman nodded quickly and hurried towards the security station.

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

I have to say that at the critical moment, the Weirant people are relatively united.

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

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

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

At this time, it was no longer possible to tell who was a civilian and who was a thug. If they couldn't protect them, they would have grenades or pistols in their pockets.

The brothers in his hands could not even make up a hundred men, so he could not take any risks.

"Fire!" He shouted loudly, holding the rifle and pulling the trigger first.

㱗Amidst the banging gunshots, several unlucky guys fell to the ground, and in the blink of an eye, there were five more corpses on the street.

Seeing that the Weirant people looked like they were killing each other, the civilians who had escaped from their homes did not dare to go to the port, and they all turned around and ran out of the city.

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

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

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

One of them stared into his eyes, strode in front of him, and then involuntarily thrust a rifle with a bayonet into his hand.

"The Vaillant people kill our compatriots, suck our marrow, and humiliate us. They must pay the price with their blood!"

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

"Yes, but I won't..."

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

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

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

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

At this time, cannon fodder is crucial.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This group of lunatics tried to give him a gun, but the guy not only refused to take it, but even cursed them arrogantly, and was knocked down with a gun butt.

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

He closed his eyes in pain.

Enter the Rat God.

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

Please bless your children...

…

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

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

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

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

In order to escape from this chaotic port, people have gone completely crazy, trying to board all available means of transportation to the sea.

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

Unfortunately, these small fishing boats have no ability to cross the ocean.

One of the fishing boats, which was no more than eight meters long, was crammed full of more than forty people. As a result, not far out to sea, a wave overturned it!

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

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

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

The whole port went crazy.

As of now, most people don't know what happened.

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

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

"Damn...this bunch of rubbish are so useless that they are easy to expose! No one can control this! When Governor Huye comes back, I must write to him and ask him to get rid of this bunch of rubbish!"

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

Looking at the crowded pier, Margery's face turned slightly pale while holding her daughter's hand.

There are no ships left.

Although she thought that something might happen at the port these days, she never thought that the accident would happen so quickly and so violently!

To be honest, she felt more than once that the exploitation of her compatriots by the local aristocrats was a bit excessive.

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

How is it possible to survive!

Sure enough, the never-ending greed eventually backfired. Just a fire turned the boiling resentment into a complete rebellion.

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

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

Hearing that advice, Margery smiled bitterly.

Is it safe at home?

Although the guards were still fighting, to be honest, she didn't think much of them.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ruby tilted her head, curiosity written on her face.

"Accident?"

Margaery nodded slightly and said softly.

"Yeah, but don't worry...give mom some time, and you'll find a solution."

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

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

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

Margaery said worriedly.

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

The maid said worriedly.

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

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

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

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

The reputation of Silver Moon Bay among the Weiland people is not good. After all, the Eastern Legion once burned the flames of war near the Petra Fortress in the Hump Kingdom.

But...

Now I can only turn to them for help.

There is a telephone system in Xifan Port, but the only way to communicate with other settlements outside the city is by telegraph.

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

Not to Margaery's surprise, after Earl Sharma learned of their situation, he immediately sent his servants to Xifan Port, which was expected to arrive at ten o'clock in the morning.

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

Later, Margery will ask an acquaintance in the guard team to ask the guard guarding the entrance to Nightingale Street to let in the person who comes to pick her up...

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

Unknowingly, her back was soaked with sweat.

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

"Finally saved..."

Margaery smiled bitterly.

"...I hope so."

It’s too early to say we’re saved now…

…

Night had only just fallen over the harbor.

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

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

There were dock workers, but also workers in steel and cement plants, or in cotton spinning and sugar mills.

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

Some people have no choice. They are pointed at gunpoint by other thugs. If they don't hand in the petition, beat up the Weirant people, and join the "uprising", then they are the accomplices of the Weilant people and the nobles. They are their slaves, and they are the slaves for others to rob, plunder, and commit violence.

Others are speculators, the same guys who point guns at the former.

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

However, the unfortunate thing is that they have not thought about any program at all, let alone what will happen after the incident. They just want to use this opportunity to get the wind started first.

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

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

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

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

According to word of mouth, they tied the cotton cloth they snatched from the port area around their arms as a sign to identify ourselves and the enemy. They also agreed whose brother would take down the Governor's Palace and hang the flag from it. Who is the king of the Lion Kingdom!

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

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

At the same time, the 100mm artillery that had shown its prowess in the fierce battle in the former warehouse area was also pushed onto the street.

However, Hunter did not let these thugs succeed. Instead, he seized the opportunity and decisively issued an order, allowing the police armored vehicles hiding in the alley to rush forward.

Before the artillery was deployed, the 10mm heavy machine gun on the roof of the car was loaded with a click, and it fired wildly at the thugs.

A storm of shrapnel raged through the streets, leaving rows of fist-sized craters, and even collapsed an earthen wall!

The thugs who were hiding behind the cannon died suddenly, leaving only corpses like minced meat on the ground.

The bloody scene shocked many people.

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

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

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

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

An Iron Fist rocket flew over from a distance, but fortunately it missed, but it destroyed a nearby house.

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

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

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

"How's the battle going?"

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

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

The secretary's breath was stagnant and she asked in a trembling voice.

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

Hunter curled his lips and said.

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

"Why do you think so?!"

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

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

"There are too few manpower here! I don't understand why Yongye Port, which has only hundreds of thousands of people, can station a team of 10,000 people, but Xifan Port, which has more than 100,000 people, only has one team of people. ! And it’s still a non-staff guard!”

Does it make sense to talk about this now?

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

"We also have our difficulties... there are not many samurai troops in Triumph City, only His Majesty the Marshal's Forbidden Army and the City Defense Army. After all, we are still different from the Southern Army."

Let's face it, the Guan Group does not have its own troops, so if there is a problem, it can only find a way to find someone else to wipe its ass.

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

Hunter cursed secretly.

"You'd better think of a way... There are more than 3,000 Weiland people here, and many of them are prominent figures in Triumph City. If they hurt a finger, you'll be ready. Bear the wrath of Triumph City!"

"I'll think of another way..." The governor's secretary wiped the sweat from his forehead and suddenly asked, "By the way, where is Najib? Let that guy persuade-"

"Don't think about that idiot! Half of this group - no, at least two-thirds must be here for that idiot!" Hunter cursed, "If I catch him, I have to skin him." No!"

He turned away from the money that had been negotiated within a month. This was something he didn't expect.

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

Are they not giving those guys enough profits?

Why don't you learn your lesson?

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

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

Hunter asked you immediately.

"How long until they arrive!"

The man swallowed.

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

Three days...

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

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

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

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

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

"Damn! What's going on?"

The secretary struggled up from the ground in embarrassment, with a frightened expression on his face. He looked in the direction of the explosion, but only saw bloody corpses on the ground.

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

The police armored vehicle was then overturned.

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

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

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

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

"Damn..."

These lunatics!

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

But in the end, they had the upper hand in numbers. Even if some people were affected by the aftermath of the explosion, it was still insignificant to the situation of the entire battle.

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

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

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

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

"Whoever grabs it will get it!"

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

"Brothers, charge!"

"Steal money! Steal people!"

"Oh oh oh!"

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

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

The thugs had dug out the Panzerfaust rocket launcher from the warehouse. In the face of armor-piercing bullets, the iron sheet of the police armored vehicle was like paper.

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

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

Just like his captain and vice-captain...

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

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

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

Regardless of these, they will die just like the players if they are hit by a gun.

"I surrender!"

Facing the mob that surged up like a tide, the governor's secretary made a decisive decision and chose to surrender.

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

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

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

He kept his posture very low, although he didn't take the guys in front of him seriously.

A group of thugs with neither action plan nor clear demands are no better than the looters in the wasteland.

When the reinforcements from Yongye Port arrive, Zhong Zhong can press them against the wall and rub them.

There was no doubt in his mind.

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

There was a scar on the man's jaw, like a gunshot wound caused by a bullet. He could only tell his fortune if he survived.

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

It was obvious that he had been on the battlefield.

Maybe it was McClun who brought it out...

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

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

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

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

"And then write off what happened today?"

The secretary to the governor was silent for a while and spoke vaguely.

"...This can be discussed."

Talk nonsense!

If this guy is not sent to the gallows, his name will be written backwards from now on!

It is true that the Guan Group does not have any subordinate troops, but this does not mean that they are soft persimmons.

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

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

The man curled his lips, obviously not believing what he said, and said "Hu" in an understatement.

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

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

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

The man sneered.

"It doesn't matter. You are in the same group. What would happen if you knew about it? How could you stand up for us?"

The Governor's secretary stared into his eyes.

"So...you set the fire?"

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

"...Then are you ready to bear the wrath of the legion?" The voice of the governor's secretary contained a hint of threat, trying to force the other party to make concessions.

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

It was pulled from the Governor's Palace.

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

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

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

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

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

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

There is only one way for him to survive, and that is to involve the entire Lion State and burn the flames that started in the warehouse area farther away.

Such as Tiandu.

Only by capturing Tiandu, for the sake of being the master of Borneo Province, can he truly gain the capital to negotiate with the Legion.

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

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

"So you don't plan to talk anymore..."

The man smiled.

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

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

"Bury this big nose in the red earth."

After a pause, he added another word.

"Remember, you'll be buried alive."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Those who have humiliated us for a long time should pay some interest for their stupidity."

"They deserve this! I'll punish these guys severely!"

"Oh oh oh!!"

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

Thanks to General Alaiyan's fortification and clearing of the country, he had tasted some despair on the borders of the Mammoth State. His only regret was that he had not yet tasted the taste of the Wilantes.

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

Hope not to disappoint him.