This Game Is Too Realistic

The curtain of night gradually enveloped the earth, but it did not bring half peace to the stormy sky.

On the fifth day of the siege, we finally reached the bloodiest and most brutal stage of street fighting.

The imperial guards guarding Tiandu were broken into pieces and dispersed into various streets. They exchanged fire with the rebels who invaded the city alley by street. However, in the end they were still no match for the endless numbers.

They had no reinforcements.

On the other hand, the reinforcements from the other side are endless, and there are so many weapons and ammunition that they seem to be inexhaustible.

Five thousand versus half a million.

This battle with a huge disparity in combat power seemed to be destined to end from the beginning.

That floating "palace" is of no use at all.

Although it is still working as a ground-based starship, the only thing that can operate is the reactor and anti-gravity device.

It's too old.

Built during the Three Years' War, it has been suspended in an oxidized environment for more than two hundred years. People living on this land also built a luxurious palace on its spine.

The things carried on its back were so heavy that it couldn't even fly to the clouds, and could only watch the soldiers surrounding it like a colony of ants.

It once again witnessed the change of dynasty, but it never waited for its true owner.

"Ah! These rebels! I wish I could kill them all, skin them, and beat their muscles!"

At the foot of the steps of the palace, the officer of the Imperial Guard looked at the sea of ​​fire and the capital city with red eyes.

The last line of defense leading to the palace has been breached!

His subordinate staggered up to him, knelt on the ground with one knee, and endured the gunshot wound on his shoulder.

"General! Retreat quickly! Our brothers are almost dead, Tiandu...can no longer be defended!"

"Retreat?! Never!!"

The officer of the Imperial Guard roared angrily, grabbed the rifle from the subordinate officer's hand and went to the front line in person, shooting at the rebels at the foot of the steps.

There was loud gunfire in front of the palace!

The streets under the steps were littered with corpses!

People piled corpses against parapets, crawled behind bunkers and shot at each other.

The turbid blood flowed back up from the steps, and finally broke through the palace gate.

Surrounded by the rebels, the chief of the Imperial Guard was shot to death indiscriminately, and fell in front of the blood-stained palace gate with his eyes wide open.

All five thousand imperial guards died for the country, and no one retreated.

In the end, their bodies were strung on the flagpole and hung at the entrance of the north gate of Tiandu.

I heard that the emperor was running to that place.

Tiandu finally changed hands...

…

That night, Janusz held a big banquet to reward the entire army, and then moved into Wutuo's palace with great pride.

When the northern hunt was announced, Wu Tuo fled in a hurry and did not take away all the palace's rare treasures and the eunuch's female family members.

The fair-skinned and beautiful concubines and palace maids, as well as the gold and silver jewelry, works of art, sacrificial vessels, etc. piled in the warehouse, were all accepted by the King of Heaven with a smile.

Some were kept for personal use, while others were rewarded to brave soldiers and close confidants, giving themselves a reputation of being equal to rain and dew, and fair in rewards and punishments.

As for those eunuchs, Janusz did not waste them. Instead, these eunuchs stood on the chessboard in the palace, holding swords and daggers, wearing animal headdresses, and played "human chess" in the light of the bonfire. , to cheer for his ascension to the throne.

And he himself was sitting in the emperor's position, doting on the little countess who Wu Tuo had not yet had time to dote on. While admiring the weak and boneless pear with the rain, he watched the river of blood on the chessboard wailing and crying. .

"It's so happy! Hahaha! It's so happy!"

Janusz laughed loudly and patted the armrest of the throne with his hand.

"That McClun always looks down on this war game, but I think it's quite interesting!"

The military advisor standing next to him said with a smile.

"Your Majesty gave it the pleasure."

His Majesty……

Yanush narrowed his eyes slightly, with a hint of indescribable pleasure in his brows.

Confess the king and worship the prime minister.

There is no better peak in life than this!

"The legend of the Heavenly Wolf swallowing the sun should be fulfilled... let's let the Niu people go for now. After all, this is Niu State, but the liquidation of the Japanese people can begin."

"Pass it to me, confiscate all their property, and demote them into slaves. Whoever catches them will belong to them."

"There are also those nobles who were canonized by Wu Tuo and told to stay at home to await their fate. If they dare to step out, they will be killed!"

The military advisor standing beside him said respectfully.

"Your Majesty, Holy Might!"

Thick smoke rose and obscured the night sky.

The enthronement ceremony is scheduled for three days.

Yanush announced that the Xilan Empire had been destroyed and the Xilan Dynasty no longer existed. The 䜥㱕 empire was called the Janush Empire, and the 䜥㱕 dynasty was called the Janush Dynasty.

Like many great families, his name is the surname of the future family, and this surname, which has been dubbed by many legends, will be extremely glorious, just like the incarnation of the wolf god in the human world.

The entire Heavenly King's army was in jubilation from top to bottom, slaughtering pigs and sheep, drinking wine and eating meat, and had a great time.

It's a pity that the Tiandu Weiland people ran away very fast, and not a single one was left.

And those nobles are also thieves, and they can even run faster than their Majesty!

That is to say, those nobles who were military attachés did not escape, but resisted with the Imperial Guards.

There are also those stubborn old people who still have illusions about the Xilan Royal Court.

They soon paid the price.

Not only were all the men in the family slaughtered, but the women were also demoted as slaves and playthings of the Heavenly King's army.

In the northern suburbs of Tiandu, the Absak lion flag fluttered in the night and bonfires.

Although the Absek people were from the wolf tribe and were born into the Gray Wolf Army, this did not prevent Janusz from making him the Lion King.

From now on, the Grand Duke of the Lion State must also be a member of the Wolf Clan, and the Lion Clan must be under the leadership of the Wolf Clan.

This can be regarded as learning from the lessons of the previous dynasty and making improvements on this basis.

In the military tent, people were drinking and drinking, and all the captains were chatting and laughing happily, but only one person was worried.

The captain's name is Anwo, and he is also a member of the wolf tribe like everyone sitting in the military tent. At the same time, he is a confidant of General Absak and the future Grand Duke of the empire. He even worked with Absak on the same dock. live.

The only difference is that his belief is not in the Wolf God, but in the Silver Moon Goddess.

Although belief is not an identity label in Borneo Province, bloodline is, but his worried expression still seemed incompatible with the jubilant atmosphere around him.

Absek walked up to him, laughed heartily and patted his shoulder.

"Anwo, be happy, haha! From now on, the empire belongs to us, the wolf tribe! No matter the hard-working and willing ox and the incomparable sun, they will have to lower their heads in front of us! When the king of heaven makes me a general, , including you and everyone here, everyone is the captain of ten thousand men!"

He said the last half of the sentence word by word, and then drank the cup of fine wine in one gulp. His bold drinking capacity and cadence of voice attracted a burst of applause from the military tent.

Seeing the officer laughing heartily, Anwo was not happy at all. He drank the glass in one gulp, but the worry in his eyes did not diminish at all.

On the contrary, it became more serious.

"Thank you General for the promotion, but maybe I'm overly worried. I always feel that our troubles have just begun..."

Seeing the worried eyes, Absek laughed out loud.

"Are you still worried about those big noses?"

"Isn't it worth worrying about?" Anwo looked at his commander, the future grand duke of the empire, and said in a low voice, "We killed so many of them and robbed them of their arms...those Weilan The special people will not let us go.”

When he heard this sentence, Absek, who was drunk and drunk, suddenly let out a glimmer of light in his eyes.

Looking at his subordinate meaningfully, he suddenly put his hand on his shoulder.

"Don't be too naive, Anwo. In this cruel wasteland, innocence is the most deadly."

Anwo's Adam's apple moved.

"General, what do you mean?"

Absek said with a grin.

"It is true that some people will die, but that person is not us, but the emperor of the 'Old Dynasty'... It doesn't matter if you don't understand this sentence, but you might as well guess why we can win so smoothly."

"Do you even need to ask," Anwo replied without thinking, "Of course because we were united enough, when others were still breaking things to vent their anger, we organized ourselves and commanded them like a pack of wolves driving away prey - —”

"Hahahaha!" Heroic laughter interrupted Anwo's speech. Absek patted his shoulder hard with a cruel smile on his lips, "That's it? Can you overthrow the empire with this? Anwo, I Good brother, I treat you as a brother, so I want to give you some advice. This naive idea may not even pass the test of Grand Duke Sanjay of Shizhou! "

"What you do is beautiful, but that alone is not enough. Don't always believe what you see or hear. Use your own brain to think about 'why' and 'what'."

Anwo looked at him blankly, his expression suddenly became serious, he respectfully poured a glass of wine for the general, filled a glass for himself, and then raised his head and drank it all.

"Please give me some advice, General!"

Satisfied with this guy's diligent and studious attitude, Absek happened to be a little drunk after drinking, so he patted his shoulder and sat next to him.

"I'll teach you...but you have to keep these words in your stomach."

Anwo nodded seriously and listened respectfully.

"My subordinates must remember the general's teachings!"

Absek lowered his voice so that the words were lost in the noise.

"Janusz is from the Gray Wolf Army, I am also from the Gray Wolf Army, and many of them are...the kings of the Thirteenth Route Army are all his confidants and comrades-in-arms, but there is also someone he doesn't understand.㱕 circle.”

"We quickly rallied around him and pushed him to the throne, not because of his high prestige among us, but because we needed a guy like this... to assume the responsibilities that belong to the king, and He took the initiative to stand up, so let him do it."

The drunken breath blew into his ears, and what the unshaven guy said made Anwo feel a chill in his heart and his hands and feet felt cold.

Especially the next sentence froze his nervous breathing which was getting heavier and heavier.

"There are munitions piled up in port warehouses, military trains that have broken down on railway lines, and military rations and supplies that are dying in warehouses but have not been sent to the front line..."

"Do you really think...those are all prepared for Alaya?"

…

What you see with your eyes may not be true, and the same is true if you hear it with your ears.

However, Eagle still didn't expect that the truth of love was so exaggerated.

Why are the arms that should be sent to the front line piled up in the warehouse at the port? This is also the time when the storage pressure at the port is greatest.

Why were such important supplies unguarded, so that the rebels found them immediately and used them on the guards immediately?

And the most important thing... why when the accident happened, no one who really deserved it was there.

When the last piece of the puzzle was put together, all the doubtful points that he could not figure out were connected by the interlocking clues...

It was indeed an accidental change.

But chance is not all of it...

After nightfall.

The old nun lit a candle and led a group of people to the basement of the church.

This is Reverend Melgio's wine cellar and study. Since there are often people here, the ventilation is pretty good.

The Silver Moon Sect does not prohibit wine, and even highly respects wine, often using it in sacrifices.

According to the old nun, he was always sitting at his desk writing under the scent of grape wine, sorting out stories about Boer and writing the "Silver Gospel".

When that accident happened, the children hid in this not-so-large basement.

The wooden stairs leading to the basement are of rough workmanship and will make a squeaking sound when stepped on, which can serve as a warning to anyone hiding inside.

Arman thought he would see his wife here, but he didn't expect that the basement was empty.

But after arriving here, the old nun holding the silver candlestick breathed a sigh of relief, and her tense shoulders seemed to relax.

"...You were too sad at the time. I'm worried that if you knew that she was still alive, you would desperately go to find her, or tell the truth to General McClung and his subordinates."

Arman subconsciously asked Wei.

"Shouldn't you do this?"

The shit stirrer whistled.

"In this case, if you are in Dawn City, we certainly recommend you call the police as soon as possible. After all, rescuing people is the most lucrative job. But if it is a ghost place like Westport, even if you call the police... you will be arrested. Is the park okay?”

"West...Westport?"

Looking at Arman with a confused look on his face, Fighting Wolf coughed lightly and said in a stammering voice.

"He got involved... That's a story from another dimension and has nothing to do with this place."

"...?"

Eagle coughed dryly and interrupted the banter of his group of foxy friends.

"Okay, let's think about your manual... Well, let's be honest, since you are willing to bring us here, it must be because we have gained your trust, right?"

"Indeed," the old nun nodded slowly, "please forgive me for not confessing everything openly and honestly at the beginning, and now I am begging you for help. After all, this is related to two hundred lives, and I must treat it with caution. Make every choice yourself.”

Catheter Dog happily talked about it.

"It doesn't matter. Aren't all game missions like this? I understand -"

"Shut up, you."

Eagle covered the guy's mouth and signaled the old nun not to pay attention and just continue talking.

The old nun was stunned for a moment, then nodded slightly.

"...So I waited for Mr. Arman to calm down while observing you. Now I can be sure that if you are not trustworthy...then no one in this world can help us. ”

Facing the eyes of the pairs of people looking at her, she slowly opened her mouth and told her that no one in the whole settlement wanted to mention it, and that the love affair happened that night...

…

Time goes back to the night that lit the fuse.

A group of people were waiting anxiously in the church, but they heard the devilish voice coming in from outside the door.

"Ruby? Tsk...what a nice name."

At the same time as the words fell, the church door was knocked open with a bang.

There was a commotion among the people sitting in the hall, and they all cast horrified looks at the door.

The mother held the child tightly in her arms, and the husband stood in front of his wife.

Looking at those disgusting faces, Anwo had hatred and contempt on his face. He led more than 20 soldiers with guns and ammunition behind him and stepped into the place where he had prayed devoutly.

"Anwo!"

Recognizing that face, Isher stared at him and scolded you with an angry face, "Do you know what you are doing!"

"What am I doing? What about you? Do you know what you are doing!"

Anwo responded unceremoniously, roaring with rage.

"You brought people here who shouldn't be alive! More than two hundred people from Willant! It's you! It's you who let your blood stain the Church of the Silver Moon Goddess!"

"Blood can't stain the church, but a dirty soul can!" Melgio also stood up, staring intently at the man who had prayed devoutly, "You shouldn't be here, if you committed a crime today No one can forgive you for your sin."

When he saw Melgio, Anwo's pupils trembled a little, and he subconsciously wanted to avoid those sharp eyes, but the gun in his hand gave him the courage, and in the end he glared back fiercely.

"... Mr. Melgio, I respect you and thank you for always telling us stories and teaching us how to read... It is precisely for this reason that I have to advise you, leave this matter alone! You After all, he is not a member of the Alliance, but a citizen of the Camelback Kingdom!"

"I'm not talking to you as an alliance, nor as a Camelback Kingdom, but as a human being," Melgio looked at him without condescension and said word by word, "Go back. , just pretend that you have never been here... This is your only chance to be forgiven of your sins, and the next step is the abyss."

Anwo fell into silence.

All eyes of the church were fixed on him, and everyone held their breath, waiting for him to make a decision.

He took a deep breath and finally said those words that were colder than moonlight.

"...This is Janusz's order. Do you think I want to do this...I don't want to at all, but I have no choice but to do it."

Before Isher and Melgio could speak, he glanced at Margaery, who was holding the child tightly in her arms, and then at Housekeeper Sahadou and the rebel soldier who were staring at him in horror. Young man, then continue talking.

"All the Virantians must die. This is the order of Master Yanush and the order of my superior Absek. If I go back empty-handed, I can't explain to them."

Then he looked at Isher again and said with complicated eyes.

"Wake up, Bol doesn't exist... You think you can save some people, but in fact you will only make the situation worse."

Then he looked at Melgio, the priest who always took them, prayed and read them newspapers.

"Mr. Melgio, I would like to thank you. You have allowed me to see that there is another possibility in the world...whether it is a faith beyond thousands of races and gods, or another country beyond the empire."

“I long from the bottom of my heart for it to come to this salt-sprinkled land and change the destiny of me and my compatriots... But you and I should both know that change is not without bloodshed, and there will definitely be injuries when the mud and sand fall. The muscles move the bones.”

"What's more, even in your story, there is not a corpse under the white snow of Boulder City. Too many people were buried in the past that night, and not everyone saw the rising sun the next day. ”

Melgio was speechless and just looked at him blankly, as if he didn't expect him to be so aware.

In addition to the shock, the pastor's eyes were full of regret——

It's a pity that other people's words can't stop the rushing sand, they can only follow the sand downstream.

Or it can only be like Isher, completely submerged in the mud.

Anwo continued to look at the mother who was protecting her child in silence.

"Margaery right?"

Without flinching, Margaery puffed out her chest and looked into his eyes.

"Yes."

Anwo nodded and continued.

"The people standing next to me today are all believers of the Silver Moon Goddess. I personally selected them to come with me because I don't want to desecrate the temple of the Silver Moon Goddess."

"I can guarantee that you and your children will die with dignity, and you won't have to suffer the humiliation before death like those outside. Shooting or hanging, you choose one for yourself and your children."

There were tears in Ruby's eyes, and she could hardly hold back the tears.

But at this time, Margery suddenly put her palm on the top of her head, caressing her gently like her father usually caressed the top of her head, and then held her little hand.

Don't know why.

She suddenly wasn't so scared.

"Anwo, is that your name, right?" Margaery looked at him and said in a neither humble nor arrogant voice.

Anwo said in a crisp tone.

"That's right, madam, if you hate me, you can curse me to death after you go down, and I will go to hell to atone for my sins."

Margery shook her head, looked at him and continued.

"I don't hate you, and I am not innocent myself. Even if I have not oppressed you personally, my husband and others have indeed done so, and silence is also a heinous crime."

"No, ma'am..."

The maid standing next to him suddenly knelt on the ground, looked at Anwo standing at the door and begged.

"Madam, she is innocent. She has always been gentle to me and others... I lost my relatives when I was very young. She took me in after being sold to the colony and took care of me like a family member. Maybe others did do inappropriate things to you, but please believe me, she is different from those people——"

"That's enough, Yolanda, please don't say any more," Margery stopped her with a gentle tone, and then looked at Anwo who was standing at the door, "She is a survivor of the great desert, not a Weiland person. , the difference between her and you is not that big, can you spare her life? "

Anwo didn't object, just shrugged.

"Then please Mr. Melgio to dress her up as a nun."

He actually doesn't want to kill innocent people indiscriminately, although he hates slaves who kneel on the ground to plead for their master.

Melgio sighed and drew the moon on his chest, while the maid kneeling on the ground shook her head pleadingly.

"No...I can die please let Madam and Ruby-"

"That's enough, Yolanda, do you want me to tell you to shut up?" Margery suddenly raised her voice, interrupting her chatter.

Anwo watched the quarrel in the church indifferently until the woman named Margaery looked over.

"Is there anything else you can say for mercy?"

"I don't want to plead for myself. As I said before, we are responsible for today's outcome."

When she said this, Margery held her daughter's hand tightly.

"Please allow me to say, at least let the children go. They have no right to choose how they came to this world. They should not bear our sins. Our sins should be paid for by ourselves."

Anwo was silent for a while and said in a very soft voice.

"I said it doesn't count. Even if I let them go, there's no telling what will happen when the next wave of people comes -"

Melgio suddenly spoke.

"You can let them hide in the cellar. You know that place... As long as they hide, they won't be discovered."

Anwo froze, looking into the eyes of Melgio and the old nun, his original resolute expression gradually wavered.

He hesitated for a long time and then managed to say something.

"...I don't care what happens."

The old nun stood up, looked at him and said softly.

"I will hide them. If there is any trouble, let me take care of them. Anyway, I don't have much time left at my age... They still have a long way to go."

After struggling internally for a long time, he finally nodded.

"Hurry up and pretend I'm five minutes late."

"Thank you."

Margaery looked at him and bowed sincerely.

But Anwo didn't look at her. He just took out a cigarette box stained with blood and shook out a cigarette.

Because of the trembling of his index finger, he broke three matches before lighting the cigarette.

The Wilantes in the church were very aware of their situation, and stopped making meaningless begging for mercy. They said some farewell words and instructions to their children, and then handed them over to the old nuns in the church.

"Mom..." Ruby held her mother's hand and refused to let go, looking at her pleadingly.

"Be good..." Margery knelt down and touched her head gently, "No matter what happens, don't make a sound. You must wait quietly until dad comes... Promise mom, do you?"

"Um……"

Ruby let out a soft sob, and finally followed the old nun, who took her to the basement of the church.

Some children couldn't help crying. Under the gaze of their parents, they finally held back the tears that filled their eyes.

They are Wealandians.

The people of Vaillant do not shed tears.

At the moment of birth, their tears have dried up...

One cigarette time.

The children were all taken to the basement, including the old nun. Only adults were left in the church hall.

Anwo threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stamped it out, then looked at Margaery.

"Do you want to know how to die?"

Margery glanced at the compatriots around her, then looked at him and said calmly.

"Use a gun. If you see the blood and hear the sound, no one will come."

Anwo grinned.

"It will still come, but maybe you won't look so carefully... Goddess Silver Moon, please forgive your believer's helpless behavior."

As he spoke, he pulled the bolt of the gun and loaded the bullet.

However, just when he was about to take action, Isher, who had been silent, stood in front of him and looked at him motionless.

Anwo frowned, staring sharply at the guy with a bandage on his forehead.

"What you are doing is just adding another corpse. Don't think I can't do it."

Isher looked at him expressionlessly.

"...I never thought about it that way. There is nothing in this world that you can't do, even after taking action."

Anwo said coldly.

"That doesn't require you to worry."

"You don't need me to care about you? We are church members, how could I not care about you?"

Isher squinted his eyes, and a hint of cunning suddenly appeared on his righteous face.

"Those children know your name. If I were them, I would definitely not thank you for not killing me, but avenge my father's murder."

The moment the words fell, there was a commotion among the people at the church door, and a hint of surprise and panic appeared on their faces.

It’s not even just them!

Even Melgio and Margaery cast Isher looks of surprise and horror, not knowing why he said that.

Is this guy crazy? !

It was not easy for them to save the children!

Sure enough, Anwo's eyes narrowed, like a hungry wolf.

He whispered as his index finger rubbed the trigger.

"...Should I thank you for the reminder?"

"No need to thank me, because except for those children, everyone here knows who killed them. Including me in front of you, including Mr. Melgio."

Isher grinned and stared into his eyes.

At this moment, he no longer looked like an ethereal Boer, but a cunning mouse.

And it’s a mouse that dares to show its teeth at a hungry wolf!

"...I guess you must regret it now, and even want to kill me, the other believers here, and even Mr. Melgio. I tell you, this is useless. Even if everyone here is dead, there will be no danger outside." People will also remember what happened here.”

"How many people can you kill? Can you kill your superiors too? If you can't do it, he will ask for you, and you can't refuse! The Weirant people will definitely come, and by then you will If you die, this blood debt will definitely be on your head!"

"Don't even talk about Weirant people, the alliance will not let you go... You guy, don't talk about going to hell after death, I understand you very well!"

"You don't believe that at all. You just want to find an excuse to comfort yourself. Am I right? Otherwise, what are you afraid of? What if you are retaliated by the Weirant people? What are you afraid of?"

"Shut up!" Anwo roared angrily, pointing the gun at his nose, "Stop trying to save others by yourself, you filthy rat! Even if I kill those children, it's all for me. The empire eradicates its troubles!"

Isher looked at him with disdain, without even raising his hands, just smacking his tongue lightly.

"...Tsk, look, Thousands of Clans and Thousands of Gods is not the belief of the Silver Moon Sect. The believers of the Silver Moon Goddess will not treat people as mice. Wolf in sheep's clothing, open your eyes wide and look at the piety. Everyone is standing here. As for you, you don’t even believe what you say!”

"So what?" Anwo stared into his eyes, murderous intent boiling over him.

"So what?" Isher stared at the angry Anwo and spoke word by word, "I can let you live! Or you have the only way to live! That is to pretend to kill the people here. Everyone, not a single one was killed.”

"This is impossible!" Anwo lowered his voice and let out a low roar, "The city defense army has surrendered, and now the entire Xifan Port belongs to Janusz! Soon the suburbs... and even the entire Lion State will become There is no way they can escape from his world!”

"Including you?" Isher stared at him seriously and continued, "There is something I haven't figured out for a long time. Maybe you can give me an answer. Why was I sent to Silver Moon Church? Is the guy who does the dirty work a follower of the Silver Moon Sect?"

Anwo said in a hoarse voice.

"Because I'm familiar with the roads here."

Isher sneered.

"Do you believe this yourself?"

"..." Anwo looked at him silently, vaguely finding the answer in his heart, but unwilling to say it out.

Isher looked him in the eyes and spoke for him.

"If this is not out of some bad taste or desperate madness, then there is only one possibility... They who have already thought of a way out all know that this is a dirty job, so they have to choose the least trustworthy person from among the people around them. guy to do it.”

"You are a believer of the Silver Moon Sect. There is no enemy more suitable than you. This is your certificate of surrender. You are dead. They can trust you for a while. If something happens to you in the end, they will definitely do the same. I will hand you over, not myself."

Anwo gritted his teeth.

"...What evidence do you have?"

Isher sneered and took a step forward, staring intently at him and the rifle trembling slightly in his hand.

"What evidence does this require? Is this a judge deciding the case! There are indeed lunatics in the rebel army. Are all of them lunatics? Someone has told me before that there are speculators everywhere here, and they are smarter than anyone else! I I can believe that one of Janusz and your immediate superior Absek is crazy, but I don’t believe that they are all crazy!”

"You mean... someone gave them a way out?" Anwo looked at him in disbelief, swallowed hard and said, "...who?"

Isher curled his lips.

"Who knows? Maybe it's the Legion, maybe the Alliance, or even a company or a college? It's just the big guys in the wasteland, and you and I are their pawns. No, it should be said that you are... an incompetent guy like me. Not that honored."

Ask him to analyze the mastermind behind it, but he doesn't have the ability to do so.

He didn't know anything about legions and alliances, and he knew nothing about companies and colleges. He only accidentally learned of these terms while listening to Mr. Melgio reading a newspaper.

Those people have their own plans for the future of the wasteland. Now that their spheres of influence are bordering each other, friction is inevitable.

Perhaps someone planned to turn Borneo into a battlefield.

He didn't know who that person was.

He simply didn't believe that in this land full of speculators, everyone who emerged was a lunatic.

How is this possible?

There is only one explanation.

Some people are pretending to be crazy, or everyone is pretending to be crazy.

It's just that they rely on different things, and I don't understand what they rely on, so I, who is kept in the dark, think they are all crazy.

The only guy who didn't understand the situation looked like a normal person.

The church fell silent.

Anwo unconsciously lowered the muzzle of the gun in his hand and stared at the guy in front of him in disbelief.

At this moment, Margaery suddenly spoke.

"You're right, this matter is indeed a bit strange..."

Pairs of eyes looked at her.

Including Isher, including the maid kneeling on the ground, as well as Melgio and the old nun, as well as other Valantian survivors present.

In addition, there was Anwo, who controlled the life and death of everyone present, and the twenty soldiers following him.

They all want to know the answer.

Although it was a pity that she didn't know the answer, she just vaguely felt an unusual sense of violation.

"...What a coincidence."

"What's such a coincidence?" Anwo was no longer in a hurry to kill her, but urged her to continue talking with his eyes.

Margery pondered for a moment, smoothed out her thoughts, and then continued.

"Governor Huye took the city of Triumph. Let's assume that he had a legitimate reason to go. What about the others? For example, General McClung. He didn't have a family and he didn't make any wars. Even if he took the city of Triumph, It’s just to be ridiculed by others, right?”

"Birthday is not a holiday for the people of Weiland to go to Triumph City. It is enough to stay with their families. It is the same holiday wherever they are celebrated. However, at this time, many people who had no reason to leave before , but they all left suddenly for various reasons.”

The largest remaining officials in the entire West Sail Port are probably the captain of the port guard and the secretary of Governor Huye.

It seems that all the Weirant people staying in the port are civilians?

There seems to be no one who deserves to be liquidated the most!

This was the clue she suddenly remembered.

She still remembers how she hurried home with Ruby when the explosion just happened.

At that time, she noticed that many of the surrounding mansions were empty, and only a few of them looked like they were still occupied.

The neighborhood where their home was located was considered a wealthy area of ​​the port. At that time, her husband bought the house there specifically to live close to important people including the Governor.

It turns out it's not just the Governor.

Many people who held important positions in the Government House have left.

Only they were left behind.

It's like a coincidence formed by some kind of tacit understanding.

When she realized this, she suddenly felt a chill creep into her heart, as if her nose had been pinched and a sip of cold poisonous wine had been poured down her throat.

Even if they themselves have the consciousness of being slave owners, how could those people not know the consequences of their decisions? !

They know everything!

They did it anyway!

And he did it without hesitation!

Whether he deliberately weakened the security here or left the deadly butcher knife in the port at the right place, it was a decisive act of killing.

It was clear that Huye was just a triumphant city, but he took away all the guards.

It was clear that ammunition was needed most on the front line, but the weapons were left at the port!

The city was filled with angry survivors, but what did they do?

They picked the most evil hyena from the cage!

That Najib...

They were carefully selected!

Margaery's eyes gradually widened, and she suddenly subconsciously covered Fa Tu's lips, and Tuo resisted the churning in his stomach.

Anwo held his breath and could hardly hold the gun in his hand.

Looking at the lady in front of him, he said with a trembling voice.

"You mean... our uprising... was instigated by others?!"

How is this possible!

"Rather than instructing, it's more about using..."

Her expression gradually regained her composure, and Margery used her index finger to gently brush the hair stuck to her forehead with sweat, trying to keep herself calm, and continued.

"They don't need to do anything. They just need to put the fuel where the fire needs to be, hand the match to the madman who wants to set fire, make complete countermeasures, calculate the time for the fire, make all the preparations, and then quietly Watch it burn."

"This fire will definitely burn, and they will not be injured, and then they will be able to get everything they want... and we are all the price."

That moment.

She understood everything.