This Game Is Too Realistic

The air in the church was as cold as the wind howling in the swamps, and since we were in the tropics there was no winter in Saipan.

It's all a price...

Everyone in this settlement.

With his eyes struggling, Anwo suddenly became desperate and no longer had any hope for the rebels. He raised the gun in his hand, although he did not turn on the safety.

"...I don't care about this. Even if we are being used, give me and the brothers around me a way to survive! I will give you a way to survive!"

"...If you hadn't interrupted me, I was about to say this. Going back to the previous topic, if you want to survive, you have to pretend to kill someone, but the person is not dead."

Isher glanced at the cowardly wolf mockingly, and then continued speaking slowly.

"Don't just stand around. Get some corpses from the port, get some corpse trucks, put the corpses in the church, hit them and drag them out."

Although there is a suspicion of desecrating the corpse, I don't care about that much now.

Survival is the most important thing.

Anwo asked nervously.

"Then what?"

Isher's head was spinning very fast, but his speaking speed was steady and there was no trace of panic.

"Then we have to torture these survivors to lie with the corpses and follow the corpse truck out of the city. Make up any reason, just say that those who died in Silver Moon Church must live in peace... The rebels and Melji Mr. Ao has no grudges, so he probably won’t cause trouble for him, but Mr. Melgio has to be followed in this matter, so there is still a certain risk——”

"It doesn't matter, as long as we can save these poor people, this little risk is nothing," Melgio interrupted him, looked at him seriously and said, "I will go out of the city with the convoy. I'm here." Chanting sutras along the way, I think I can act more like it.”

"Thank you for your hard work."

Isher looked at the priest and nodded, and then looked at the old butler Sahadou who had been silent from beginning to end.

"Is Lord Sharma's manor far from here? How big is it? Can it accommodate 200 people?"

Sahadu suddenly came back to his senses and said quickly.

"It's not that far! If we set out now, we will definitely be able to do it before dawn! We have a large plantation! Not to mention 200 people, there will be no problem with 2,000 people!"

"Okay..." Isher nodded and said, "When you leave the city, you will take everyone to Earl Sharma's manor and find a manor that is neither big nor small to hide everyone. Remember! The fewer people who know about this, the better!”

The young man named Pao couldn't help but ask.

"Don't you need to open the hiding place?"

Isher rolled his eyes.

"Are you a pig? What's the difference between catching one and catching ten? It's safest for everyone to stay together! And only one person can deliver food and water... No, don't choose, it's just you, You are responsible for these 200 lives."

As he spoke, he grabbed Pa's shoulder and stared into the young man's eyes until the fear in his pupils turned into calmness before letting go of his hand.

"You are a smart person... Since you know that there is no future in getting involved with these guys, then seize this last chance to survive."

Pa Yai mustered up the courage to nod his head and agreed.

"yes……"

"Good fight."

After hearing the young man's answer, Isher pushed him next to Anwo.

"Now that this boy is yours, you should find an opportunity to promote him, at least make him a centurion. Once you capture Earl Sharma's manor, release him and let him be responsible for watching over Sharma. Earl's estate and family."

Anwo glanced at the boy, nodded and said.

"It shouldn't be a big problem... I heard that Janusz promised the Lion State to Absek, who is my direct superior. There will definitely be some people left to take care of the land around here."

Isher was delighted.

"Very good."

Butler Sahadu asked tremblingly.

"Since this is already a land of right and wrong...can't we just escape?"

"escape?"

As if he heard some funny joke, Anwo looked at the old housekeeper happily.

"Are you leaving with dry food, or are you leaving empty-handed? Then how much dry food do you plan to take and where are you going? When the news here spreads, there will be people who want your life everywhere. You will not have time to escape, and you will not be able to escape at all. You can't run far! Believe me, it's safer to stay still. Sometimes the Velant people will land here... I bet that Janusz will definitely not stay here, and he will probably be a scapegoat. Put it here."

"But if I stay in Lion State, those Weirant people will kill me..." Pa'a said in horror.

"As long as these people are alive, you will not die. If they die, it doesn't matter where you run."

Anwo glanced at the young man with a complicated expression, but in the end he said nothing. Then he looked at Mrs. Margaery and asked.

"Where are the children? Are you going out of town too?"

Margaery was silent for a while, with some hesitation in her eyes, but she finally made up her mind.

"It's too dangerous... We can't put our eggs in one basket. Someone must survive and tell people outside what happened tonight."

Anwo nodded.

"I think so too. Children are too risky. If they cry halfway, everyone will die... Then do you want to say goodbye to the children?"

"No."

Margery shook her head slightly, then walked up to the old nun and held her hands.

She looked into those eyes and said in a sincere tone.

"Our children are begging you. In a few days, the Weirant people will definitely come here... But unless you judge that the news that we are still alive can help people here suffer less, please don't tell us for the time being. If we are still alive in the Weiland people, we will be taken out and executed.”

Those people won't let them survive.

Maybe it will save.

But in the end, it will definitely be "delayed" by an hour or two, waiting until everything is over before arriving.

This is obvious.

A train that has started will not stop because of an ant lying on the track.

Can more than 3,000 dead people be brought back to life with 200 fewer deaths?

War will still start.

In order not to involve the puppets controlled by the mastermind in the rebel army and let the "personnel changes" affect the follow-up plan, the puppets controlled by the mastermind will definitely get the news before the people who "save them".

To tell why...

Because they are in the "budget".

Margaery took a deep breath and continued.

"Not only the legion... but also people from the alliance will probably come here. However, the alliance is not completely trustworthy. They have close cooperation with the legion on the community. It is not ruled out that they will adopt appeasement measures. Behind this There are so many things that we don’t know about that are happening quietly. Please take a good look at those people and see if they are worth it..."

In fact, it doesn’t matter if it’s not worth it.

If even the Alliance stands on the side of the Legion and supports the Legion's invasion of the empire, and the two bandits join forces to ravage this land, then no matter how dazzling the truth is, it will definitely be covered up.

But then.

Perhaps only people from companies or colleges can come to collect their bodies and record what happened here.

Margery held the old nun's hand tightly, pleading with a hint of unconsciousness in her voice.

"Please... please take good care of them. If we are unfortunately killed, please tell the children the truth after everything is over."

The old nun nodded seriously.

"I will definitely do it! And madam... please also protect yourself. Children cannot live without relatives, even if it is to prevent those bad people from putting ugly things into their heads, please must live." Come down."

Melgio walked next to the two of them and said in a soft voice.

"Brave people don't die so easily... It's getting late, let's start preparations as soon as possible."

"I have arranged for the body to be collected at the port." Anwo glanced out the door, then glanced at the more than 200 people in the hall, "You should also prepare to leave and see if you want to change clothes." What? Don’t think about the luggage, just leave it here.”

Anwo looked at Isher, who was standing next to him with his arms folded, and then at the dozen church members behind him.

"What about you? Go home? Or go to Count Sharma's place with these Wilant people?"

"They don't need me to follow you. You are actually more important than them. I am more worried about your safety... If you mess up, we will all be dead."

Isher glanced around, tore off a large strip of cloth from his sleeve, and tied it to his arm under the dull gaze of everyone.

It really looks like that.

Anyway, the things that the rebels tied to their arms were not all custom-made.

Looking at the dumbfounded Anwo, Isher raised his eyebrows.

"I rebelled too."

"Now I am your subordinate."

…

Everything went as planned. Anwo arranged for trustworthy subordinates to bring more than 300 corpses to the port.

Most of the people at the port were so drunk that no one cared about those things at all. They just thought it was some nosy boss who arranged for someone to come and clean up the corpses.

The rebel army has not yet formed an organization, the command system is in chaos, and there is no unified directive.

Even the "veterans" of the Gray Wolf Army who rallied around Janusz had nothing to do with seniority, let alone those small groups.

However, if there is an invisible black hand controlling everything here, as Mrs. Margery suspected, then the chaos of the rebel army should not last long.

At least they will definitely not delay the reinforcements from [Yongye Port].

They only need to push one person to be the leader, pull up a big flag to serve as the military flag, and then provide a reason for the uprising, decide who will stay and die, and then they can march out of the city in a mighty manner and march towards Tiandu.

If nothing else, the people left behind should be those guys from the city defense army.

They are the least likable and have low combat effectiveness. It is most appropriate to leave them to the Velantes to vent their anger. Those big noses can use them as targets.

Of course, this would definitely not be said. In the end, it would probably be in the name of a "letter of surrender," just like the one who came to Silver Moon Church to kill someone.

It's just that they don't care about themselves. They want to hand over the certificate of surrender, but they can't afford it even if they risk their whole family's lives...

Anwo's expression turned cold as he watched his confidants arrange the corpse in the church.

The young man named Pako walked next to him and said tremblingly.

"Ready..."

Although he didn't kill anyone, he was covered in blood at the moment, as if he had crawled out of a pile of dead people.

Anwo nodded, beckoned to the twenty or so henchmen next to him, aimed at the corpses sitting crookedly on the church benches, and waved his hands cleanly.

"Fire!"

The moment he finished speaking, the crackling sound of gunshots resounded in the church. Everyone couldn't bear to close their eyes, and the children in the basement also let out suppressed cries.

The body truck was pushed in and was fuller when it came out.

The lost priest followed closely beside the car, holding the silver crescent moon on his chest with one hand and resting on the blood-stained cart with the other.

Several patrolling "bandages" not far away saw it, and they all showed envious expressions.

"I'm afraid these guys had a great time."

"Mom... there are so many people at the port and so little meat. I didn't even drink a morsel of soup."

Suddenly someone smiled lewdly.

"By the way, isn't there a nun in the church? Why don't you come in and have a look?"

Before he could finish speaking, the captain next to him slapped him on the head.

"Are you so crazy? Yanus didn't even dare to touch those chanting sutras. Are you more awesome than the boss?"

He saw with his own eyes that Melgio was not only alive, but he also dared to chant sutras and pray for the dead next to the wolf tribesman.

It's self-evident what this means.

Another soldier next to him, who was probably passing by the church, also gave the guy a look of disdain.

"That nun must be at least fifty or sixty years old... Are you also interested in that old guy?"

The soldier with the lewd smile finally fell silent and scratched the back of his head.

"I fucking don't know..."

The sound of laughter and curses drifted away along the street, like a farewell to the motorcade carrying the corpse.

In the church on the other side, the old nun just lowered her head in silence, holding a mop and cleaning the blood-stained hall in vain.

Afterwards, some more people came to the church.

But these people just glanced at her, then at the blood on the ground, and left in a hurry without saying a word.

This church seemed to have been forgotten, and it stayed in a corner for three whole days in the hell of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

It didn't end until the deafening roar sounded and the Weilant people's military boots stepped onto the port...

…

The candlelight on the silver candlestick swayed gently, and a sudden trance brought the distant time back to the present.

After telling the whole story, the old nun slowly continued.

"If everything goes well, your wife and other survivors should be hiding in a house or plantation owned by Count Sharma, led by a captain named Parvin... or maybe a centurion. The chief is taking care of him. Mr. Melgio should be there too."

"As for Anwar, he should stay with his superior Absek. This is also Mr. Isher's suggestion. The most dangerous place to rebel is the safest. If you are suspected by those people, you will die no matter what you do. "

"...But if we can gain their trust, we can hope to be drawn into their circle and find evidence that the Legion is involved in this conspiracy."

The basement was unusually quiet.

The players were watching the subtitles translated by VM, while Yaman held his breath.

The first person to break the silence was young Ruby.

A layer of looming mist was like a sweet spring gushing from a dry well, soaking into the gray eyes.

Her eyes were filled with hope, and her lips were opening and closing softly.

"Mom...is still alive..."

"Margaery...oh, Goddess Silver Moon!"

Armen spoke excitedly and incoherently, pressing his lips and the tip of his nose to his clasped palms.

He wished he could kowtow to the Silver Moon Goddess on the spot!

Praise the moon!

Regardless of whether the Silver Moon Goddess lives there or not!

If this is not a miracle, what else can be called a miracle? !

"Where is she now? No...what should I do to get her back?"

Arman, who gradually calmed down, gradually realized that this matter was not as simple as it seemed.

First of all, he couldn't leave Sailsport.

The soldiers outside would definitely keep him here for safety reasons and ask him why he was out.

This is a completely reasonable operation.

If he revealed that Margaery was still alive and was with the people who stayed in the church that night, the king's army would definitely find them that day before the Willant troops who went to rescue them.

By then, not only Margaery will die, but everyone who stays with her will die!

Even the good man who spared her that night - Mr. Anwo who was ambushing the King of Heaven's army will die!

They will die in silence and take all their secrets with them to their graves.

"Your wife doesn't know either, but she believes you have a way and can save everyone! Not just her and the two hundred survivors, but also all the people who will be involved in this war..." The old nun He sighed softly and looked at the Alliance people.

Arman followed her line of sight and looked to his side for help, especially the one who seemed to be the only one who seemed reliable, the Far-sighted Eagle.

The latter remained silent, holding his chin in deep thought. It wasn't until Arman looked over that he slowly spoke.

"This is not easy to handle... If we leave Xifan Port, the Willant people will definitely follow us vigilantly. Besides, we can't do much by ourselves. The Lion King Army has at least hundreds of thousands of people, right? Let alone covering the evacuation of 200 people, without special equipment and support, two teams of ten people are enough for us to drink a bottle of wine." [Shit-troublemaker] shook his head, and a difficult expression was written on his face. "Indeed, and if the rescue fails, the army may blame us, saying, 'Why didn't you report it to the police when you knew it was so dangerous!'... Oh, it's difficult. If these dogs bite back, we will have no reason to say anything."

"Send an airborne force?" The warlike wolf looked at him puzzledly, "Since we know it's the army's people who are doing it, why don't we just send the troops over!"

The old stick rolled his eyes.

"Are you kidding? They are citizens of the army. It's not the turn of the alliance to rescue them. Besides, can you mobilize the troops at will? If you keep doing this, I think the alliance will stop doing anything and just focus on this small place."

The old wolf was anxious.

"But..."

The old eagle interrupted what he wanted to say and said after thinking seriously.

"Brother Gun is right, calm down. Even if we have resurrection coins, it doesn't mean we can do whatever we want."

"Let me be realistic. From the perspective of the Alliance, it is not enough to just save those 200 people. That guy named Anwo is even more important to us than those 200 lives. Maybe he has found clues about the collusion between the top leaders of the Heavenly King Army and the people inside the Corps... This may be the only thing that can stop the Corps, although it is only a possibility."

In other words, before saving those survivors, they have to find that Anwo first.

When he said this, the old eagle couldn't help but frown.

"But the problem is that we can't contact that guy at all, and we don't even know where he is."

The Shit-Mover suddenly spoke.

"That's easy to say."

Three pairs of eyes looked at him at the same time, including the eagle who looked embarrassed.

The old stick cleared his throat and switched to the non-standard human language.

"Hasn't that Janusz surrounded Tiandu? Those 'disciples' who pushed him to the top should be with him, right? For example, that Abusek, if we find him, it's like finding that Anwo... We can just go directly to Tiandu."

"Go to Tiandu?! Are you crazy?" The warlike wolf looked at him in surprise.

"Then put it another way, go to Tiandu as an envoy?"

The Shit-Mover chuckled, looked at the three stunned brothers, and shook the VM hanging on his arm.

"Since they all shouted slogans of abolishing slaves and equality, we, as the 'big brother', should at least go and take a look. Don't write the wrong words."

"Fuck?!"

"You don't want to shout anymore?!"

"I have to ask the boss first! Damn it, I won't go crazy with you!"

Just when the Eagle, the Wolf, and the Guan were shocked by this guy's ambition, a yacht about ten meters wide slowly approached the dock of Xifan Port.

A haggard man walked down the gangway, and he vomited on his knees after taking only two steps.

"MMP! This damn place is really far away!"

Although he was not seasick with his awakened constitution, he could not stand the transfer of transportation tools and seafood along the way.

There is no fixed flight from Jinluan Port to Xifan Port. This yacht was rented temporarily in Jinluan Port, and the supplies on the boat were all caught along the way.

After taking two breaths, he finally felt better.

At this time, the soldiers at the port had already noticed this uninvited guest, and they all surrounded this place with the guy.

"Xifan Port is closed, and no one except local residents is allowed to dock! Who are you!" The centurion Peter, who was on duty, walked forward, stared at the yacht and the man standing next to the yacht, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

This kind of small boat doesn't look like it can run in the open sea.

This guy is probably from Jinluan Port!

Realizing that this guy might be a member of the alliance, Peter's face suddenly turned cold, and his eyes gradually became unfriendly.

"You are from the Alliance--"

"Bah! You are the Alliance!" The man rolled his eyes and interrupted him rudely.

Looking at the stunned little centurion in front of him, the battlefield atmosphere team cursed rudely.

"I am your grandfather Pangolin! I am a centurion! When I was killing the blue gopher, you didn't know where you were playing house on the sand pile!"

His interjections were no longer as stuttering as before, and he was very proficient in using the interjection.

"Which centurion are you from? I'm calling your leader over!"

Pete: "???"

As soon as the battlefield guy finished speaking, the soldiers surrounding the dock suddenly made a commotion and made way to the sides. A man wearing a military officer's hat walked towards the two people who were confronting each other on the dock.

Looking at the old friend whom he had not seen for a long time, McLennan suddenly seemed to be trapped in some memories, and a nostalgic smile relaxed on his cold mouth.

"It's been a long time since we last met. You seem to talk more."

Hearing the familiar voice, Pete turned his head suddenly with a surprised expression on his face.

"Mac, General McLennan?! You...are you still awake at this time?"

Hearing the familiar name, the battlefield atmosphere team, who were pretending to be cool, were stunned for a moment. They finally saw clearly who the man with his back to the streetlight was, and his expression instantly became awkward.

Too sloppy.

This military rank is higher than mine.

"...Hello, General." The warlord bravely gave a military salute.

MMP!

What kind of fun is Captain Ten Thousand here to join in the fun?

Blanch!

McClun smiled, returned a military salute, and then said in a casual tone.

"I remember you working for Colway?"

Warlander nodded awkwardly.

"Uh, um! But I was seconded there... I don't actually command the troops directly, I'm just responsible for handling some matters involving the relationship between the locals and the Weirant people. After all, there is a team of ten thousand people stationed there. "

McClung said casually.

"The 370,000th Army, right? I remember Colway's unit had this number."

"Yeah!" Warfield Guy nodded, but murmured in his heart that this guy knew the deployment situation of Haiya Province quite well from thousands of people away.

McClung continued.

"Did Benoit send you?"

"right……"

Looking at this honest man who kept nodding his head, McClun asked with a smile.

"What does he want you to do?"

The Warlander hesitated for a moment whether to say anything, but seeing McClun acting like he already knew everything, he decided to ask for directions and simply said.

"Send an envoy to Tiandu to negotiate with the Heavenly King's army."

There was a commotion among the surrounding soldiers, including Peter, who couldn't help but clenched his fists, with visible anger burning in his eyes.

Negotiate?

Go to hell and negotiate!

He just wanted to kill the people in this settlement, and then go and kill the people in the so-called Tiandu and the King's Army!

McClung glanced at the captain next to him without any trace, then looked at the pangolin standing next to the yacht and nodded lightly.

"This is not the place to talk. Let's go ashore first."

"yes……"

You damn girl know this is not the place to talk!

The battlefield atmosphere team suppressed the words in their hearts, pretended to be an honest person and followed McClun, passing through the murderous sight of the group of soldiers.

Enduring the feeling like a light on his back, the warlord couldn't help but curse.

This dog-like old wheat!

Learn to be cunning!