This Game Is Too Realistic

"Boom——!!"

Hot lava rose into the sky, and thick smoke and gravel spread hundreds of meters.

The sand dunes in the distance have been moved to flat ground, leaving only circles of ripples.

This is the training ground in the northern part of Yongye Port.

And that terrifying explosion just now was the work of the 902mm heavy artillery!

As the proud power of the Southern Army, this heavy artillery is said to have shown great power in the "Battle of Heaven"... But those who really know it know that that thing actually only showed its power before entering the Haiya Province. Just a moment.

After all, the maneuverability of this heavy gun is so deadly that only a train can carry it and its shells.

It wasn't until the Battle of Heaven was over that the Alliance's railways and roads passed through Shifeng Mountain.

With his palm on the wine glass, General McClung, who was sitting in the spectator seats of the training ground, held his chin in boredom and looked at the group of servants charging forward with a lack of interest.

After the billowing dust settled, he removed his palm from the wine glass and calmly took a sip of the wine.

The Southern Army is completely different from the Eastern Army in terms of combat style and governance philosophy. They rely too much on caliber and infantry and completely ignore mobility.

The Eastern Legion is just the opposite. The torrent of steel is their belief, whether in the sky or on the ground!

It is precisely because of this that he is not very interested in this "toy" that tortures logistics personnel.

Even if its power is indeed astonishing, it has no place in the wilderness controlled by the Eastern Legion. No raider tribe or resistance army will wait for it to fire.

No matter how stupid those guys are, they still know how to shoot and change places.

However, what was very different from his lack of interest was that Captain Oletwan sitting next to him had an excited and proud expression on his face, with a bright smile on his face.

"Nothing can stop 902's blow! Especially when dealing with mutants, this thing is even better than tactical nuclear weapons!"

Mutant creatures are somewhat resistant to radiation, and things like split-claw crabs or death claws will even place their nests near radioactive sources.

Mutants can be regarded as a type of man-made mutant creatures. Simple radioactive damage cannot be said to be completely ineffective against them, and it is indeed unable to keep up with their recovery speed.

It is precisely because of this that, with the same yield, explosives with high detonation speed are often more efficient than nuclear weapons.

It’s also easier to deal with the aftermath.

Listening to the one-star captain of ten thousand men showing off, McClun smiled lightly and said nonchalantly.

“Have even the ‘grey men’ in the desert started building fortresses?”

Olet was stunned for a moment, then said with a smile.

"That's not true...but they have learned from the predator tribes and built some villages. I even heard that some mutant tribes that have become intelligent will even do business with human merchants."

He felt that McClun should be familiar with this stuff. There were mutant mercenaries during the war in Sunset Province, even if the number was not very large.

The mutants in the desert and the mutants on the east coast have different origins. Although the two are extremely similar in habits, with the same bloodthirsty and cruelty, the latter's sexual nature is slightly higher. .

The Southern Legion also has a very small number of mutant mercenaries, which they call "Grey Soldiers".

However, for most of the gray mutant tribes that were unwilling to cooperate, the Southern Legion still focused on extermination. After all, these guys are always plundering everywhere, affecting the business of their colonies and the native tribes in the desert.

And those Gray mercenaries have no scruples about massacring their own compatriots.

After all, in essence, they are still intelligent primitive people, they have just learned how to use human weapons.

McClun said nonchalantly without paying attention to this guy's explanation.

"Isn't this kind of thing a cannon to kill mosquitoes? Or is it that mutants have such a thing as morale? In my opinion, it is better to get a few more 100mm artillery. Not only will the coverage be wider, but the logistics pressure will also be Smaller.”

Hearing this guy's trouble, Olet's brows twitched fiercely, and he couldn't help but taunted him.

"Having said that, after all, we never fight in places where our own supply ships can't reach, so there is no situation where the frontline troops cannot keep up with the supplies. What's the point of having so much land? There are ruins everywhere. , the most indispensable thing is mud and sand. Is the glory of the Wilante people demonstrated by coloring on the map? "

Hearing the strangeness in the voice, McClun's brows twitched fiercely, and his face instantly darkened.

"What do you mean?"

Seeing McClun's displeasure, Olette immediately changed the subject.

There is no way, the official level can crush people to death, even if this guy is already powerful.

"Ahem, no offense to you, respected General McClung... Let's get back to the point. Although those gray-skinned savages did not build strong concrete fortresses, they have indeed become a lot more difficult to deal with recently."

McClun frowned slightly.

"which aspect?"

Outlay lowered his voice with a mysterious look on his face.

"Immortal..."

"Immortal?!" McClun's eyes opened slightly, with disbelief written in his pupils.

Seeing the expression on his face, Outlay quickly explained.

"It's not that they are immortal in the true sense...but that even if their heads and hearts are damaged, they can still fight. Only when their body functions are completely destroyed will they truly fall."

McClun thought for a while and then spoke thoughtfully.

"...This sounds a bit similar to the situation on Shifeng Mountain."

Although he had been training new troops and officers in the empire some time ago, he was not completely ignorant of the situation of the "War in Heaven".

Especially after the post office of Xifan Port was opened, telegraph communication was basically able to communicate with Triumph City.

When the cable is laid from Yongye Port in the future, even instant messaging will be no problem.

After hearing McClun's words, Outlay touched his chin.

"Hmm... Indeed, I saw it in the "Triumph". There is a thing called 'mourning' there, right? What kind of memory can be cached in neurons distributed throughout the body, so even if you lose your head? It seems that the alliance discovered it."

McClun asked in confusion.

"How did this thing appear in the desert? Did some mutants escape to the desert?"

Olette shrugged.

"Who knows, maybe the remnants of the Torch escaped... After all, humans are much easier to hide than mutants."

Hearing this, McClun's face immediately showed an expression of interest.

"This is incredible information...have you verified it with someone?"

"I'm actually doing this..." A smile appeared on Otele's face, and his expression suddenly turned serious, "General McClung, don't you think this is an opportunity?"

Without waiting for McClun to ask in detail, he continued without stopping.

"The Adhesive Community refuses to hand over the technology related to the 'Gestalt Life Form' to us. You didn't even talk about it at the conference table. They are afraid of us Weirant people from the bottom of their hearts... We are actually afraid of us." We don't need them, as long as we can catch the guy who escaped into the desert, we can get everything we want."

Gestalt life body technology has extraordinary significance to the Weilant people.

After all, the latter was born out of the former.

The Vaillant people have always believed that there are some kind of "shackles" in their DNA that are still enslaving them.

And if you want to completely unlock this shackles, you must completely break through the "Gestalt Life Form" technology.

Therefore, even if the military value of this technology itself is put aside, there are sufficient political demands to push them to do this.

General McClung's eyes narrowed slightly, and interest appeared in the gaps between his eyelashes.

"This sounds interesting...I'll let the Eastern Legion keep an eye on it."

The eastern territory of the Eastern Legion borders the northern part of the Great Desert and a small number of areas in the north-west, and the vassal state extends to the Luoxia Province east of the Great Desert.

As long as the Eastern Army and the Southern Army join forces, it will be enough to surround the entire desert.

On the other hand, the Alliance only has one pioneer city located in the eastern part of the desert.

Upon hearing General McClung's promise, Outlet's face suddenly showed a happy smile.

"That's really stupid. With your cooperation, this matter will be much safer."

"I hope I can gain something... After all, that is the long-cherished wish of all Weiland people."

McClun smiled lightly and took a sip of red wine.

At this moment, the drill in the distance has come to an end, and the native soldiers carrying rifles are withdrawing from the crater.

A bright smile filled Otele's face, and he suddenly thought of something again and continued.

"By the way, speaking of which, are you interested in buying a 902mm heavy artillery to go back and play with?"

McClun refused calmly.

"No need, this thing will crush the road we finally built."

Seeing that he misunderstood what he meant, Outlet quickly waved his hands and said.

"No, no, no, I mean to sell it to Xi Lan... Aren't they worried about the Mammoth State in the east? With this thing, no matter what kind of fortress it is, as long as it goes over -"

Before he could finish his words, an officer suddenly ran over and stood in front of him to perform a military salute.

"Report to the general, a message for help has been sent from the direction of Xifan Port, saying that they have encountered a very difficult rebellion! The situation is critical!"

Outlay was stunned for a moment, with a surprised expression on his face, but what was even more surprised was McClun, who was sitting next to him. He almost stood up with his hands on the armrests of the chair.

"Sail Harbor? Rebellion?"

Just those cowardly guys, do they still have this ability? !

No one knew better than McClun how submissive the people there were to their superiors.

The "Human Centipede" he saw was not just in Wu Tuo's court, but spread throughout the entire power structure of the empire, and was transmitted down level by level.

In order to please their superiors, they do not hesitate to sacrifice all their dignity, trample their personality into the dust, betray their oaths, beliefs, souls and even sacred marriage. They comfort themselves that everything is for their own benefit, and then ruthlessly follow the comparison. Make up for what you owe to those who are weak.

The Weirant people don't always mean what they say, but at least some things are non-negotiable.

That such a guy would rebel is a fantasy!

The officer glanced briefly at General McClun, then looked at his immediate superior Otlet, and when the latter nodded, he spoke quickly.

"That's right... the locals took advantage of the absence of Governor Huye and his bodyguards to rob the arms in the warehouse in the port area. Now more than 3,000 Wilante residents living there are in danger. The local Security Bureau and the Governor's Palace sent a distress signal at the same time , I hope we will immediately send troops and ships to rescue and help the local Weirant people evacuate.”

Outlay frowned.

"How long does it take to get there fastest?"

The officer said immediately.

"Three days should be enough!"

After thinking for a moment, Outlet tapped his index finger on his knee and quickly made a decision.

"Ask Captain Ross to lead a force of a thousand men there."

Since Xifan Port is not asking for help from the empire, but seeking help from Yongye Port despite the distance, it means that the situation is not an ordinary emergency.

It was precisely because of this that he sent his best generals without hesitation.

"yes!"

The officer looked solemn, stood at attention, gave a military salute, and was about to leave, but General McClung, who was sitting on the chair, stopped him.

"Wait a minute, I'll go with you." Putting down the boots on his knees, McClun stood up from the chair, picked up the officer's hat thrown on the table and put it on.

Otele, who was sitting aside, was stunned for a moment and looked up at him in surprise.

"Aren't you going back to Triumph City?"

McClun said nonchalantly.

"It doesn't matter whether I go back or not. Anyway, I have nothing to triumph over, so I won't go back... Don't worry, I'll see if I get involved in your command."

He was just curious about what it would be like for the rats to rebel.

Seeing the subordinate looking at him making up his mind, Otele hesitated for half a second and finally nodded.

"Okay... then I'll leave it to you to supervise the battle."

McClun nodded, without saying a word, and left behind the officer...

…

Near the port of Yongye Port, in a quiet and elegantly decorated mansion, Penny, sitting at the desk, was stuffing the letter she had just written into an envelope.

This was her uncle's house. Since there was no boat back to Triumph City, she could only continue to live here. She had nothing to do and came up with the idea of ​​writing a letter.

There are two letters to be sent, and they are both addressed to Dawn City.

One was addressed to her father, Captain Benoit, and the other to Mr. Pangolin.

They haven't seen each other for some time since he followed his father to Dawn City.

I wonder if he is doing well.

Penny glanced at the setting sun outside the window and stuffed the two letters in her hands into the drawer.

The post office should have been closed by this time. She planned to go there in person early in the morning to deliver the letter and see if there was any ship going home at the port.

At this time, my aunt's voice came from downstairs.

"Penny, it's time to eat."

"Oh! Here we come."

Penny responded, simply packed up the pens and papers on the table, and hurried downstairs.

When she came downstairs, her Aunt Demi had already sat down at the dining table, and next to her was her youngest cousin, Bill, who was only 6 years old.

Speaking of her Aunt Demi, she is a very traditional Wilant woman.

Whether it's her elegant, gentle and generous character, or her dark brown hair and tall nose.

Penny liked chatting with her very much, even though she didn't always agree with her views. Her pure Triumph City accent sounded very comfortable, and she felt like a spring breeze.

The darker-skinned maid was bringing the plates to the table.

Looking at Penny walking down the stairs, she nodded slightly and saluted, and then went to the side room to have dinner.

Compared to the Eastern Legion, the Southern Legion had a relatively gentle attitude toward slaves, while the nobles and nobles from Triumph City brought more of the traditions of Triumph City to the colonies.

Her uncle Ross served in the Southern Army. After all, his background was marked by the official group, so the family's attitude towards the servants was relatively gentle.

After all, in Triumph City, torturing slaves is neither legal nor decent. Most nobles are proud to have a servant who is familiar with noble etiquette and well-educated.

Sitting at the dining table, Penny noticed that Uncle Ross was not here, and looked at Aunt Demi.

"Where's uncle? Won't he eat with us today?"

Demi shook her head slightly, with a helpless expression on her face.

"He may still be busy with work... I heard that mutants in the desert have become active again recently, and some tribes that have a good relationship with us have sent out signals for help."

Those beasts…

Penny frowned.

"There won't be any big problems, right?"

Seeing the worry on her niece's face, Demi smiled and comforted her.

"What could go wrong? We have an army of ten thousand people stationed here...but I am worried about you, my Penny."

When she said this, a trace of worry appeared on her face.

"I heard that Borneo is not safe. There are wars everywhere but we don't have any troops stationed there. I really don't know how that Huye can manage so many people. If possible, after you go home this time It’s better to think of a way to transfer him back to Triumph City, or come to our place.”

Penny couldn't help but have a helpless expression on her face. What her aunt said about Jian Yi was exactly the same as his biological mother.

However, she didn't think there was any danger in West Sails Harbor, where there were quite a few Willant people living there.

And she watched the port develop bit by bit from nothing.

As part of her father's political achievements, she is also very proud of it.

"Bornata is a large province. In fact, most states are safe, but Mammoth State in the east is more dangerous. Moreover, the people there are very peaceful and polite to others, especially to outsiders... If you have really been there You know, it’s not as bad as you think.”

Looking at her stubborn niece, Demi had a helpless expression on her face, not knowing how to persuade her.

Although Penny is not her biological daughter, she and her mother are very good friends, and they treat this independent girl as their own.

It was precisely because of this that she was particularly worried about her.

Although "Le Triumph" is the largest newspaper in the Legion, becoming a reporter for "Le Triumph" is an extremely glorious experience. She still hopes that she can find a more stable job and find a reliable and good family in the future. Married.

"Is that so... But it's better to be careful anyway. You are a girl after all, and war is a man's passion."

"I'm no longer a child, and... I don't think it's just a man's love, but a love for every Wilant person. We should know where our front line is, who we are fighting, and the outcome. What does it mean to us?”

Penny snorted lightly, not very satisfied with her aunt's statement.

Although she has never fought with the enemy on the front line, she has been on the front line for first-hand information.

Even though she doesn't have a military rank, she doesn't think her job is unimportant.

At this moment, the sound of the door opening came from the entrance hall, and not long after, a powerful Chinese man walked into the dining room from the living room side.

That man was none other than Penny's uncle Ross, who had the military rank of Captain and served under General Ouellette.

There are deep scars on his face, and his eyes are as sharp as knives. He looks a little scary, but Penny knows very well that he is actually a very polite gentleman, at least more rough-handed than some of the Eastern Legion. Barbarians are much more gentlemen.

"Sorry, something happened with the army. I came a little late... Please prepare one for me."

"Okay sir."

The maid who heard the commotion came over from the side room, nodded respectfully, and then entered the kitchen.

When Little Bill saw his father coming, he shouted "Dad" happily.

Ross smiled and stepped forward. Just as he was about to pet his son's head lovingly, Demi slapped her hand away while sitting beside him.

"Wash your hands now. I can smell the sand from a long distance away."

"Okay, okay." Rose scratched the back of his head with a wry smile, turned around and went to the bathroom.

Penny sitting aside showed a smile that couldn't help but laugh. She didn't ask her uncle curiously until he came to the dining table.

"What took you so long? Can you let me know?"

Ross, who was sitting at the dining table, smiled heartily and said in a joking voice.

"The reporter from the Triumph newspaper wants to know that I know everything I know... Hey, don't glare at me, I was joking with my niece."

Seeing his wife glaring at him, Ross shrank his neck, coughed lightly, put on a serious expression, and continued talking.

"Something happened in Sailsport."

Penny was stunned for a moment, and her aunt sitting opposite her was also stunned. The two of them had previously been chatting about their relationship in Saigon Port.

"Sail Harbor?"

Ross nodded, picked up a piece of bread, spread some meat sauce on it, and talked while eating.

"Well, the specific situation is unclear. Some sources say that the alliance incited the locals to rebel, and some say that it was Lashi who did it. Someone was tracking the batch of arms, and it happened that this batch of arms was found."

Demi frowned slightly.

"The devil who slaughtered millions of people?"

She had heard of this name. It was said that in order to stop the regular army of the empire, he implemented a strategy of fortifying the walls and clearing the country on the Mammoth State border, and massacred a million people.

She was so cruel to her own compatriots, and she had no good impression of him.

Ross shrugged and hastily started to finish the second piece of bread, this time with tuna mince.

"Who knows, we can only understand the situation there after we get there... I am here to pack my luggage. The warship has entered the port, and I will board the ship in two hours."

Penny and Demi were both stunned, and almost subconsciously spoke at the same time.

"Are you so anxious?"

"Do you have to leave today?"

Rose nodded.

"Well, I heard it's an emergency... We have to go on the road for three days, and it's my birthday soon. I hope nothing big happens."

Little Bill blinked at him.

"Dad, can you come before your birthday?"

Rose petted little Bill's head lovingly.

"...Don't worry, on such an important holiday, Dad will definitely not leave you mother and son alone at home."

Demi looked at Ross worriedly and said in a serious tone.

"You should concentrate on your work, and don't let us distract you. My lovely niece is with us at home... Even if we can't spend today's birthday together, there will still be many days to come."

Penny looked at her aunt and said helplessly.

"Have you already acquiesced that I can't wait for your flight?"

Demi smiled and said.

"I'm afraid it's too late for you now. Instead of celebrating the festival on the boat, why not celebrate the festival with us now?"

As long as there is a boat during these three days, we can actually catch the boat before the second weekend after crossing the river.

Penny complained softly in her heart, but she didn't hold out much hope.

All civilian ships had been diverted to the east by his father. They had just arrived at the Coast of Death, and it was not known how long it would take for the shipping capacity to return to normal.

"Then please trouble my lovely niece to accompany my wife. I'm sorry, I will bring you a gift."

Holding the fork in his hand, Little Bill cried out happily.

"Oh! I want mutant eyes! I want green ones!"

Demi gave the restless little guy a hard look.

"What do you want with that thing? It's so dirty!"

Ross laughed, stretched out his broad palm, and rubbed his son's hair lovingly.

"Hahaha! Dad, let's look for it, but there are no mutants in Borneo... How about the mammoth's teeth?"

Looking at the happy family, Penny couldn't help but have a knowing smile on her face.

She suddenly didn't think about it so anxiously anymore.

In fact, as long as your family is safe, the holidays are the same wherever you go...

After finishing dinner in a hurry, Ross picked up the suitcase that the maid had packed, kissed his wife goodbye, and then strode out of the house and got into the SUV parked at the door.

One thousand Weiland soldiers have put on military uniforms, carried rifles and bags on their backs, and have completed their assembly at the dock of Yongye Port.

Different from the cops in Saifan Port, they are real soldiers. They fight with those gray-black mutants all day long in the desert, and there is a solemn murderous aura all over their bodies.

Not only are their backs straight, but so are the guys who are carrying them.

From automatic and semi-automatic rifles, to light machine guns and miniguns, and even grenade launchers and flamethrowers, they all demonstrate their powerful force!

Unlike the Eastern Army, which underestimated the role of infantry, the Southern Army put a lot of effort into supporting equipment and light weapons. After all, the latter did not have as many airships as the former, and there was no battlefield where the torrent of steel could gallop forward.

At this moment, the entire bustling port was completely shrouded in darkness.

Ross, who put on his military uniform, walked up to a group of soldiers and shouted in a loud voice.

"A bunch of gutter rats not only knocked over our oil lamps and stole our cheese, but they also tried to bite our fingers! We will let them know that they picked the wrong opponent! Now!" Let’s go—!”

"Kill!!!"

In response to him, there were roars of high morale, and the soldiers carrying equipment calmly boarded the deck of the transport ship.

They had no doubts.

When they got ashore, they only needed one charge to beat those weak guys to the ground.

The whistle on the pier sounded, and the passengers stranded on the shore looked at each other.

"...Where are we going to fight?"

Suddenly someone said:

"I heard it was from Saifan Port..."

"Xifan Port?!" A man carrying a suitcase suddenly showed a panic look on his face, and said in a trembling voice, "Where are my wife and children still..."

Everyone around looked at each other.

A passenger patted him on the shoulder and comforted him sympathetically.

"Don't be so nervous. Our relationship with the empire is so strong, even if we find out, it won't be a big deal."

Others were so comforting.

"yes."

"There will definitely be no children."

"After all, those rebels are only fighting against the Empire. I have never heard of them causing trouble for us or the Alliance."

The man smiled bitterly, but his pale face did not change.

"I wish so..."

For some reason, his eyelids were twitching violently, and his heartbeat was trance-like...

At the same time, Saifan Port on the other side of the Borneo Sea was engulfed in a sea of ​​fire.

From the pier to the bloody mess on the sea, there were scattered luggage and corpses everywhere.

Unbridled laughter and miserable screams could be heard faintly from the broken display windows and the marble building. The smell of blood mixed with the smell of the sea, and even the sea breeze that kept blowing at the port could not blow it away. scattered.

An unkempt Weiland woman climbed onto the pier in a daze, her hoarse voice kept chanting, as if she was calling someone's name.

The sea water next to the pier was turbid, and it was the only place left that could wash away the filth on her body.

She is not afraid of death.

She only regretted that she did not jump into the sea at the beginning, but she had illusions in her heart, imagining that these beasts would calm down and treat the Weillant people here as hostages to negotiate with the legions.

And when they honestly followed those people's requirements and walked into different rooms in batches, those guys immediately tore off the disguise on their faces.

"I'm sorry..." She sobbed incessantly, gritted her teeth, stretched out her bloody hands, and climbed onto the pier that was already stained red with blood.

Just when she was finally about to climb up, a hand suddenly grabbed her ankle, and with a hoarse scream, she was pulled into that bloody hell.

"Hey! You called the wrong person. Your husband is here."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"The interrogation is not over yet. Who allowed you to leave? Come on!"

"Ahhh!"

The pitiful screams quickly disappeared in the evening wind, and were nothing compared to the continuous sounds on the port.

It's not just the people of Valeant who are suffering.

There are also people from the Lion Tribe, Horse Tribe, Japanese Tribe, Ox Tribe... and even Rat Tribe and Snake Tribe.

Not all of them are nobles, it can even be said that most of them are civilians.

And bullets don't distinguish between high and low, and the guys carrying guns also have no interest in making distinctions.

Most people are already furious.

As for Janusz, who became the great king, he was just one of them.

In the face of the torrent of the times, one person's choice is not worth mentioning at all.

After all, the former is the choice that countless people agree on, even if the people who make the choice don't know it.

Isher wanted to step up and do something, just like "Bol" in Boulder.

It's a pity that he doesn't have Bol's power after all.

His shouting was of no importance at all. Even if he tried his best, people would not give a shit. In the end, even the listeners of the "Silver Gospel" were shaken, wondering whether they were following the wrong person or going the wrong way. .

In desperation, he could only retreat to the church with those church members who were still standing with him.

If those thugs still fantasize about getting support from the Alliance, at least they should not attack the Silver Moon Sect's church.

If there is even a shred of rationality left in their heads...

Compared to the remorseful Isher, Govinda, who drifted with the crowd, had everything smooth sailing.

Although he was pushed onto the battlefield as cannon fodder, he was lucky enough not to die in the initial attack. Instead, he was accepted by the thugs because of his "brave battle" and became one of them.

Ten husbands.

He never thought in his life that he could become a captain of ten!

He was so excited that he almost screamed out, wishing that all the neighbors in the street would know!

However, perhaps out of fear of the Wilantes and nobles, or perhaps fear of being liquidated in the future, he was not as crazy as those guys, and he did not dare to touch those Wilantes and Lion tribe girls.

He is an easy-to-satisfy person, or an honest person.

Even if Najib cut the 8 dinars that belonged to him into 6, he never thought of burning the warehouse, he just spit on the ground.

Although he was glad that he had made the right bet, he did not stay in the dock area to hold a celebration banquet. Instead, he "stopped as soon as he saw it was good", carried the gun and went home to find the widow in the shack opposite.

He has been thinking about that woman for a long time, and every time he sees that snow-white skin, he thinks about it. He has never had the courage to say it out loud, he can only think about it in his head.

But things are not what they used to be.

He has developed!

"Why are you crying...Look at how bear-like you are. What's wrong with following me to be popular and drink spicy food?"

Looking at the crying woman, Govinda, who was holding up his trousers, cursed, anxiously counted out four dinars in change from his pocket and threw it on the table. He thought it was inappropriate so he added another 10-denar change. .

"Take it...from now on, if I have a bite to eat, you will have a bite to eat."

As if he could get some kind of comfort by saying this, he threw these words away casually, then grabbed the rifle leaning against the wall and hurriedly rushed out of the door.

Fourteen dinars…

Special grandma's!

He had to work at the dock for two or three days to earn so much!

Govinda felt a little sad in his heart after he was gone. He was too embarrassed to take the money he had given him, so he could only speed up and walk towards the brightly lit port.

Before the "celebration banquet" was over, he had to pick it up from there - oh no, I should say grab some!

Thinking like this, he tried his best to make a sinister expression as he was honest and responsible.

That day has changed.

He has to learn to think about problems in a different way...

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(Thanks to the leader of "Holding Sword and Drinking Tea" for the reward!!!)