This Game Is Too Realistic

Downstream of the Yongliu River, at the inland pier of Golden Gallen Port, several young men in uniform were standing next to the newsstand.

They are the marine police in this area, responsible for inspecting smuggling, maintaining order at the docks and shipping, and salvaging drowning stowaways.

Compared with the warlords in Huzhou and Baozhou who shot refugees crossing the border, the authorities in Jingallan Port were more tolerant of illegal immigration.

Out of righteousness, the authorities will not deport them, but they cannot allow the refugees to rush to the city.

Under normal circumstances, they will send the refugees to settlement sites in the suburbs, allowing these people to live temporarily and find some jobs at the docks, or help them introduce some jobs, and at the same time teach them some simple living skills and the laws they must understand. .

After leaving the resettlement site, these refugees will receive a work card with a tax number on it, which serves as proof of their identity.

If they get their ID cards in the future, their tax number will directly become their ID number.

In fact, in order to obtain identity as soon as possible, most stowaways will move to find them after landing.

It is precisely because of this that their work is relatively easy, and they will hang out at the newsstand when they are not busy.

The newspaper they were holding at the moment was the latest issue of the "Survivor Daily", and the content published on the headlines was the Saipan Harbor Massacre that was published a week ago.

The newspaper recorded in detail the circumstances surrounding the incident and the whole story of the incident.

It started when a laborer from Orissa died of exhaustion on the dock, which led to other local free laborers to go on strike in protest.

The labor agencies controlled by the government pretended to agree to the demands of the protestors, but immediately reneged after the peak shipping period and introduced slaves from other places on a large scale in an attempt to replace the uncooperative freedmen, which completely ignited the anger of the freedmen.

It happened that the warehouses at the port were piled with munitions that the legion planned to transport to the front line.

An uprising started with fire as the trigger, and in the end it obviously got out of control.

Due to the delay in news, they did not know until now that such a terrible thing had happened on the other side of the land just below their feet...

"You really deserve it..." A young marine policeman couldn't help but cursed and turned the page of the newspaper angrily.

The next page is about Janusz, the self-proclaimed king.

However, the reporter from the "Survival Daily" in Chipsport has not opened his eyes after all. He doesn't know much about this guy. He only knows that he used to be Alaya's subordinate and participated in the butterfly swimming competition on the outskirts of Golden Gallen Port. , considered a veteran.

The Thirteenth Route Army set out from Xifan Port and is setting fire to the hinterland of the empire. It is still unknown where it will hit...

Unlike the young marine policeman, the older man next to him shrugged his shoulders.

"Civilians are innocent."

"Innocent?"

The young man looked at his colleagues with wide eyes, as if he had heard something unbelievable.

"Are your compatriots Weilant? Did the uprising break out for no reason? The first person to die was Obisa. More than three thousand Borneos died there! How can you sympathize with the slaves and the empire? "Yi?"

Many people may not have even looked at it, and selectively ignored the "lowly" name of Orisa, but he clearly remembered that this name was the beginning of everything.

He no longer cares what race that person is, in his eyes that person is his compatriot, a Borno!

As for Janusz and the Heavenly King's Army, they were just flames that spread later.

Vaillante is the real arsonist!

The lackey of the empire is playing with fire, skewering his compatriots on skewers and roasting them over the fire!

If they get away with it, they will only bring it upon themselves.

He only hated that the fire could not reach the Triumph City, but burned on the land of Borneo Province, making those who were exploited the price of exploitation, and making his compatriots endure the torment of war.

He believed that more than one person in the entire Golden Gallon Harbor thought this way, and he had seen what West Sailor Harbor looked like in more than one newspaper.

Looking at the excited young man, the older marine policeman sighed and said.

"That's what I mean by innocent. The survivors of West Sailor Port are innocent... of course, including the civilians of the dead Wilantes. They left their homes and came to our home to open up territory for the Legion, and finally became politicians. They are their victims. I don’t think they have enjoyed much of the benefits of the colony.”

Everything is compared, macro and macro comparison, micro and micro comparison.

The Alliance did not engage in colonization, but engaged in cooperation to win, and the lives of the Alliance residents were not bad. He has never been to Shuguang City, but he has seen the changes in Golden Gallon Port. He cannot be sure that the other party is doing charity and the development outside his home is better than that at home.

"...They are all victims. What is truly reprehensible are the rules of exploitation and endless greed."

But this is only an afterthought.

By the time he got the paper, it was all over.

The Weirant people were probably venting their anger at Sailsport, but the surviving people in Borneo were gradually waking up.

Just like the young man next to him, the first reaction was not which tribe Orosa belonged to, but how dare those big noses kill my tribe!

If the False Legion thought that they could conquer a city by killing them, that would be naive.

In the history of the People's Federation, imperial justice has never truly won. It has always moved from one quagmire to another, and was eventually submerged in the torrent of the times.

This war has just begun.

So what if there's an airship?

What if you inherit an inheritance?

Who didn’t come out of the desert two years ago?

As long as history moves forward, they will eventually be submerged in the endless sea of ​​humanity...

While the two were arguing or even quarreling, Kapil was flipping through Shu Xian's collected works.

He is not interested in war.

Ever since the shells took away his arm and sent him to a prisoner of war camp, those deafening sounds could no longer shake him.

But those shocking words can still do it.

He is the pronunciation of "Rat Xian㳓", which he was when he was in the prisoner of war camp.

And it was precisely because he had read the article "Red Earth" that he decided to stay.

The authorities of Golden Gallen Port reached a consensus with the empire on the return of prisoners of war. However, due to the Shifeng Mountain Incident, the people of Golden Gallen Port took to the streets to petition. However, the authorities did not force the prisoners of war to return home, but instead It became voluntary to stay or leave.

At that time, Kapil made a sum of money and used the saved wages to ask the commander who came to receive the prisoners of war to count him as severely disabled and allow him to stay in Golden Gallen Port to continue receiving "humanitarian treatment."

In fact, after he installed the prosthesis produced by Boulder City, apart from having to recharge it every three days, it had no impact on his daily life and work. The money was just to preserve the honor of his family and family.

After that, the prisoner-of-war camp was transformed into a refugee settlement, and he was transferred here to become a marine policeman.

Just as Kapil was flipping through his anthology, a ringing sound came from the dock in the distance.

I saw a cargo ship slowly sailing into the river port with the double-knife flag on a green background and the royal emblem.

"A big ship is coming." Putting the newspaper back on the newsstand, the slightly older marine policeman put on his hat, "That's weird, does the port management have a report for the big ship's flight?"

The other marine policeman next to him narrowed his eyes and grinned.

"The Xilan royal family's merchant ship, these people never report their number when they come here... They still regard it as their own home, haha."

It is not a hard and fast rule to send a telegram to apply for flight number and berth before the big ship sets off, it is just to reduce the trouble between the two parties.

After all, the berths at inland river ports are tight and the transportation resources are limited. There are not berths for ships at all times.

When the transport capacity was at its peak, the Heyuan River was blocked, so relevant regulations were introduced.

However, the emperor of Borneo never complied, and his merchant ships often forgot to apply, either arriving one day early or one day late.

Several water policemen murmured.

"Tsk, I'm most annoyed by these unruly people."

"Check him!"

"...There is no emperor in Golden Gallon Port. Everyone is the same. Go up and have a look."

"Here you go, wait for me."

Kapil also put the collection of essays back on the newspaper, leaving a banknote for Tan, and asked him to keep the unfinished collection of essays for him and come back later to get it.

The group of people walked to the dock and happened to see the ship's bow and the port staff on the dock shouting.

"We arrived a day early, help us find a berth!"

The port manager rolled his eyes.

"Where can I find a berth for you to queue up on the river?"

The distinguished guests behind me were urging the boat to be in a hurry, but it was inconvenient to speak clearly and could only threaten you.

"Aren't you afraid that we will block the river?"

Is the port manager kidding you?

"You're trying to scare me, try blocking me."

The boat's teeth were itching with anger, but there was nothing he could do.

Fortunately, Wu Tuo and the ministers were paying no attention to him at this moment. They all looked blankly at the shore, and without exception, they all opened their mouths in surprise.

Especially Prince Dilip, who came here with Alaya and was squatting in a small house in the Kraba market on the outskirts of the city.

As for this place, it was originally a muddy reed swamp, and he even remembered the path along the river.

But the path was no longer visible, replaced by a wider and longer cement road.

Detached huts are scattered in an orderly manner on the edge of the river port. Bicycles are tied to the door of the small courtyard covered with grass, and a green-painted mailbox stands vertically.

Although not every hut is so exquisite and exquisite, those exquisite and exquisite houses are not inferior to the citizens of Tiandu.

Occasionally, there are one or two unique mansions, and even a prince with such taste as him can't help but express his admiration and envy on his face, and has the idea of ​​buying two of them.

Speaking of which...

The Governor's Mansion in Nihak is not so grand, right?

Dilip thought he had entered the wealthy area of ​​Golden Gallen Harbor, but he didn't know that this place could only be considered its suburbs, and it was also an outer suburb far away from the harbor.

Those who live nearby are either dock workers at inland ports, female workers in textile factories, or businessmen and dignitaries who often travel to Huzhou and Baozhou.

Since the land in the outer suburbs is cheap and there are not as many rules as in the city, the rich people in Huzhou and Baozhou like to put their first home here, buy a large piece of land, and then hire a designer from Jingalun Port Build a mansion in the style of the Alliance or Legion.

In addition to those elegantly decorated buildings, you can also vaguely see rows of square buildings as high as city walls from a distance.

These buildings are usually not far from factories and stations, with rows of windows neatly lined up on the walls, like ears of corn, housing newly moved residents.

"This is...my Golden Gallon Port?"

Wu Tuo was completely stunned, and it took him a long time to squeeze out such words from his mouth.

At any rate, Dilip had been here last year, and his impression of this place was even more distant. He only remembered that there was a patch of red soil on the edge of the Everliu River, and plantations on the other side. Beyond that, there were endless low shacks and tall walls. Camp Lowell.

Being a governor here is a hard job. After all, there are slums just outside the port. During the hot dry season, the whole street smells terrible.

But what Ruru saw completely overturned his impression.

He could not even imagine that this settlement would exist in Borneo.

The ministers following him looked at each other in shock and could not say a word.

Apparently they were shocked too.

At this moment, a speedboat with a police badge drove over.

The marine policeman standing on the speedboat shouted to the deck.

"Guard, check the ship!"

The boatman, who was arguing with the port manager, quickly looked at the speedboat and explained with a smile.

"We are the Royal Merchant Marine!"

The marine policeman standing on the deck was impatient.

"The Royal Merchant Ship also needs to be inspected. Put the ladder down, hurry up."

The boatman was in a dilemma and looked for help at His Majesty and Prince Dilip behind him.

Wu Tuo had a dark face, and he and the minister beside him whispered to each other for a few times, and finally nodded.

The eunuch on the side stepped forward.

"Allow them to come up."

Funa breathed a sigh of relief and quickly knelt down to thank him.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

A group of marine police boarded the boat and looked at the nobles standing on the deck with surprised expressions on their faces.

Although these people did not wear titles on their bodies, the robes they wore and the accessories hanging around their waists were worth a lot of money at first glance, maybe tens to tens of thousands of gallons.

What is even more puzzling is that these nobles actually entered the port on ships carrying cargo.

Even if this is the merchant ship of the royal family, it is still a cargo ship...

Kapil always felt that the face of the leader looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it.

As usual, he said to those people.

"Do you have any customs clearance documents or ID documents? If not, you have to go to the customs to register..."

Before he could finish his words, the man of high status suddenly glared at him with an angry look on his face.

"What a bastard! What paperwork do I need when I go back to my home?"

Kapil was stunned, and several marine policemen around him were also stunned. They didn't know why this guy was so crazy.

But at this moment, Kapil suddenly recognized this familiar face, and a trace of incredible surprise gradually appeared in his eyes.

How is this possible? !

In Golden Gallen Harbor?

He opened his mouth wide, couldn't close his chin, and subconsciously blurted out something.

"……His Majesty?!"

…

The witch camel appeared in Jin Jialun Port.

And they emerged from the reed beach in the outer suburbs together with the stowaways.

As soon as the news was published in the newspaper, it immediately caused a huge sensation in the entire Golden Gallon Port.

The inland port, where few people usually come, was crowded with people.

Some people even came from the port area of ​​the seaport just to take a look at what the emperor looked like.

Since the onlookers affected the order of shipping, the port authorities could only deploy more manpower to maintain order while parking the royal merchant ship carrying the civil and military personnel of the Xilan Empire at the shore outside the port. It was troublesome for Wu Tuo to be there. Float on the water for a while longer.

In fact, there is no need for the authorities to mention this at all.

Seeing the huge crowds of people on the shore, Wu Tuo was so frightened that he didn't even dare to mention getting off the boat. He hid in the cabin all day and didn't even dare to open a window, for fear of being exposed to the light and letting people know. Which room are you in?

After all, the empire is not an alliance, and he does not dare to stand in the crowd like a manager.

After all, what if there is an assassin mixed in?

Most people with evil intentions are like this. Everyone seems to think that the other person is trying to harm them.

That night.

Wu Tuo, who was sitting by the bed, was feeling depressed, drinking tea and playing chess with Prince Dilip.

At this moment, his most loyal eunuch came in from the door and kowtowed to the ground.

"...Your Majesty, the reporter from the Jinqilun Port Branch of "Daily Survivor" would like to interview you."

Wu Tuo frowned.

"Reporter? What is that?"

The eunuch explained tremblingly.

"It's...to provide materials for newspapers."

"Newspaper?"

Wu Tuo frowned and vaguely seemed to have heard of it, but it wasn't anything.

So he waved his hand and said impatiently.

"No, let him go."

The eunuch nodded obediently and was about to exit the "Palace".

Prince Dilip, who was sitting in front of Wu Tuo, suddenly felt something in his heart. He first waved to the eunuch who was about to exit the door, then looked at Wu Tuo and said.

"Wait a minute... Your Majesty, I think being interviewed is not a bad thing. For example, the reason why the residents of Jinganlun Port gathered on the shore is just to admire your majesty and saintly spirit——"

Wu Tuo interrupted his chatter impatiently.

"How can my majesty be admired by those servants?"

Prince Dilip coughed dryly and said.

"Having said that... but from another perspective, blocking is worse than sparing. If you are willing to satisfy the curiosity of those guys who don't know etiquette, maybe they can disperse from the river. And at that time we also If you go to the shore and stay there, you won't be floating on the river forever."

I don’t know how long the grass bandits in the west will continue to cause trouble, and there is no news from the Forbidden Army.

If the residents of Jinlun Port come here all day long to join in the fun, they might never be able to get ashore.

There was a lot of moisture on this ever-flowing river, and the deck was always shaking. He couldn't bear to stay on the boat all the time.

Wu Tuo obviously had the same idea. He held the chess piece and thought for a moment, then nodded slowly.

"Ting."

The chess pieces landed on the chessboard.

He glanced at the eunuch who was leaning on the door with his head on the ground and said calmly.

"Then let me meet the reporter Tuo."

…

The night gradually deepened, and there was silence on the Yongliu River, with only the slow sound of frogs in the reeds.

Although the crowd on the shore dispersed, the people on the boat still did not dare to get off.

However, even though he didn't dare to get off the boat, Wu Tuo slept peacefully on the boat. Just after ten o'clock, he was snoring loudly in his "bedroom", and he even slept more soundly than when he passed by the warlord's territory.

However, he slept comfortably, but some people in Jinlun Port could not sleep.

For example, Jodu, the secretary in the governor's office.

As the acting governor of Jinlun Port, he is basically responsible for the entire port affairs.

He had never received a diplomatic note from the empire before, and he had no idea that the emperor of the empire was coming to Jinlun Port. Therefore, when he heard that Wu Tuo appeared at the port of Yongliu River, he was stunned.

"...The emperor is really here with us?"

Standing opposite Jodu, Sheriff Bihari smiled bitterly and wiped the sweat from his forehead with a tissue.

"It's absolutely true... I didn't believe it at first, so I even boarded the boat to take a look."

He was the chief of the Port District Security Bureau during the Nihak period, and was later promoted to sergeant due to his outstanding performance during the occupation.

Although he rarely talked about his noble title, he was indeed a noble of the empire.

Therefore, others didn't know what Wu Tuo looked like, but he remembered it clearly.

Including several grand dukes and princes on the deck.

Pacing back and forth in front of his desk, Jodu stopped and couldn't help but ask.

"Could he be pretending?"

Bihari said dumbfounded.

"How is it possible...and not only the emperor, but Prince Dilip is also there. He recorded the object identification information in our prison, and it came out as soon as it was tested. If you don't believe it, I will take him for a test?" "

Jodu said quickly.

"That's not true...they are not suspects. Don't arrest people at will."

Sheriff Bihari said with a wry smile.

"Then what should we do about this matter? Just let them float on the river?"

"There's nothing to be done about it..."

Jodu fell into thought.

His sense of smell told him that there might not be something simple behind this matter.

Since Wu Tuo chose to come here, he must have judged that he had nowhere to go.

Even the emperor himself felt that he could no longer control the situation...

There was a faint smell of corpse smell in the wind blowing from the Everliu River, and an idea suddenly appeared in Jodu's mind.

This empire is coming to an end!

It is like a corpse that has not revealed its secrets. No matter how tightly the coffin board is covered, it cannot cover up the stench emerging from the gaps.

A drop of hot sweat broke out on Jodu's forehead.

What he was thinking about at this moment was not the future fate of the empire, but the impact and impact the collapse of this behemoth would have on the Jinlun Port.

As one of the candidates for the future mayor, he must first be responsible for the residents of Jinlun Port.

Especially responsible for their deposits.

"...Let's ask the alliance for their opinion on this matter first. Let's see what they say. It's best for us not to get involved."

After hearing what Jodu said, Bihari nodded hurriedly in recognition.

"I think so too. Please contact the alliance as soon as possible."

"I've sent a telegram to the Alliance as soon as possible, but it's late at night in Dawn City, so I'm afraid they'll have to wait until tomorrow to get back to us..."

When he said this, Jodu paused for a moment, walked to his desk, picked up the phone, and called his secretary.

"Let the director of Jin Qilun Hong Kong Bank come to my office, as well as the director of the Foreign Trade Administration... Well, right now, I don't care whether they are lying on the bed or soaking in the bathtub, put them on immediately Bring me your clothes!"

"I have important things to discuss with them face to face."

…

The next morning, the sun was shining brightly, and the port area of ​​Jinlun Port was as bustling as ever.

The tragedy at Xifan Port spread a lot the day before yesterday, and the next day, the emperor of Xilan came to Jinqilun Port again.

People were talking about whether Tiandu was defeated by the king's army.

It's a pity that there are no Survivor Daily branches in Lion City and Tiandu, so they can only rely on guessing.

But it would be a waste if it really happened.

The Heavenly King's Army Tuo Bai shouted the slogan of abolition of slaves and the division of land, and I heard that it was indeed divided. Tuo Bai made some progress.

And regardless of whether it is progress or not, they have long seen that the empire and the emperor are not happy with it!

In the beef noodle breakfast shop, a group of diners were slurping noodles and talking about the newly released newspaper.

"What a death! In the end, he killed all the ministers of the dynasty and laid waste to them!"

An old man shook his head, sighed and pointed.

"I'm afraid things are not that simple. The legion will not just sit back and watch the empire collapse like this, and they have killed so many people in the legion. The Thirteenth Route Army seems to be turbulent, but they are all farmers, and the logistics cannot keep up. In a real fight, it’s hard to predict the outcome.”

A man who looked elegant also shook his head and said regretfully.

"I'm afraid that their blood will be shed in vain."

Not far from them, a dock worker was so angry that he slapped the table and said.

"These dogs have big noses! They enslave our compatriots, and they want to interfere in our internal affairs! Do you think we are weak persimmons!"

This remark was echoed by many people, and the diners sitting in the noodle shop were filled with indignation.

"It's so deceiving!"

"I'm going to donate to the federation right now! I'll donate one month's salary!"

"What's the point of donating money to the federation? They support Lacy, and that guy is still wasting money in Mammoth State and Alaya!"

"Lasi's business is getting bigger and bigger, but it's not as good as that of Janusz."

"Oh, I don't care about that guy Tuo... I'm not afraid of him becoming emperor. I'm just afraid that he wants to go public in Shuguang City and become an apartment owner."

"Hahaha! Comparing this, Janusz is more cheerful. He just picks up the gun and does it!"

"It's a pity that it's not easy to transport supplies from here. It would be easier if they want to carry out operations on the east coast."

"No, no matter how many guns you donate to them, will they be able to stop the legion? The legion is about to end... Hey! I don't know who will get these 4 million square kilometers..."

While everyone was talking about it, an unusual person entered the noodle shop.

After walking to the corner of the noodle shop and sitting down, Asin ordered a bowl of scallion noodles and a basket of soup dumplings as usual. Then he spread out a newspaper in his hand and drank tea while reading it slowly.

He has been literate for some time and has no problem reading and writing.

Even if no one is reading it, he can understand it by himself.

Standing behind him, Kunal listened to the indignant conversations of the diners and couldn't help but clenched his fists and muttered.

"This bastard emperor still dares to come to Jinlun Port... Boss, how about we kill him?"

It's just a cargo ship on an inland river. All you need to do is send someone to dig a hole in the bottom of the ship to let them taste the water of the eternal river.

"Are you crazy?"

Asin was stunned, looked back at his dull little brother, shook his head with hatred, and then turned back.

Kill the emperor?

Can Xi Lan's problem be solved by killing the emperor?

It would be better for people like them who do small business not to interfere in the affairs of big shots, otherwise they will die without knowing how.

Of course, if a big shot with enough weight asked him to do this, he would gladly accept it.

It's really not difficult to kill someone.

Especially on his turf.

However, this matter is also very strange. Why did Wu Tuo, who had just announced the "Northern Hunting", suddenly appear here.

After staring at the newspaper for a while, a glimmer of light suddenly flashed in Asin's eyes.

"This emperor... I'm afraid he's here to avoid trouble."

Kunal was stunned when he heard this and asked in a low voice.

"You mean, the Heavenly King's army has reached Tiandu?"

Asin said casually.

"He's been here for two days, maybe he's fighting now."

Kunal was shocked when he heard this, and subconsciously thought about the map of Borneo Province.

Tuo guy!

Isn’t this two states in a row in one week? !

Even on the plains where the Legion had assisted in building infrastructure, the speed of this advance was exaggerated.

"So, isn't that king even more powerful than Lacy..."

Hearing this, Asin laughed, shook his head and said.

"You can't just look at the problem at face value. Whether it's powerful or not depends on who the opponent is. Janusz is facing a group of peasant soldiers, and Lacy is facing Alaya. Don't underestimate the wolf tribesman, he is indeed in the alliance. I suffered a loss on my hands, but I didn’t completely lose on the battlefield.”

There are very few people in Jinlun Port who hope that the Empire will win, only if the Gray Wolf Army can win.

In fact, including himself, he has learned the lessons of the empire's failure and is extremely cautious when expanding his business. He never does things to perfection at any time and leaves everything on the line.

Not only that, other gang leaders wanted to have ruthlessness written on their faces, but he was the only one who was polite to everyone. He even sat with his neighbors to eat noodles and gave red envelopes to children during the Chinese New Year.

It is precisely because of this that the Assassin Gang can grow bigger and stronger.

Kunal touched the back of his head and said with a smile.

"That's right, hehe... As soon as you mentioned it, I remembered that you made one yourself."

Asin glanced at him.

"This is nothing trivial...don't mention it."

"The boss of Tuo," Kunal nodded, paused for a moment and then asked, "Then this emperor..."

Asin hated him and slapped him on the back of the head.

"Why don't you have a long memory? Why are you always thinking about that guy? This is not what we people do at all. Just take care of your own one-third of an acre!"

Kunal scratched the back of his head.

"But you said you wanted to bring down the emperor... I just want to share your worries."

Asin was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered that he had indeed said this, and it was when he was mourning Lacy.

In this situation, looking at the down-and-out emperor in the newspaper, he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

I really miss it when I think about it.

In the blink of an eye, everything I dreamed about in my dream came true.

"Yes, that's right... Kunal, my friend, I did say that."

"And I can tell you, my wish is about to come true haha!"

…

(Thanks to the leader of "烢清BUyu" for the reward!!!)