This Game Is Too Realistic

The checkpoint on the north side of Xifan Port was filled with people standing in darkness.

On one side were Weiland soldiers and on the other were soldiers from Borneo. The two sides stood on both sides of the border, with about two Weiland civilians sandwiched in between.

Those civilians were the survivors of the Saipan Harbor Massacre, and they were also the fathers of the children in the Silver Moon Church.

Now that the Heavenly King's army has fallen and scattered, the bandages on people's arms are finally gone, and the Absak authorities have severed ties with the senior officials of the Southern Army. Their lives and deaths have nothing to do with the overall situation. Only then do these poor people finally dare to follow Walking out of Earl Sharma's manor.

Soldiers from Borneo escorted them all the way here.

Ironically, these soldiers in gray uniforms were the same guys who not long ago had bandages on their arms and were searching for Vaillant people and "Vailant people's lackeys".

However, Guo's love story has turned over.

The people of Weiland turned into Lord Weiland again, and the expressions of these bandage soldiers were much gentler than before, as if they had really drawn a clear line with Guo.

As for when to show his teeth to the Velant people or other people in the wasteland again, it depends on what their son says next.

Absek still has some illusions about a ceasefire, not to mention that the fighting has not started yet.

Looking at the people who had "resurrected from the dead", almost all the Wilante soldiers present involuntarily widened their eyes, their pupils filled with unbelievable surprise.

Everyone thought they were dead.

But I didn’t expect that they were still alive!

The surviving relatives were even more emotional (tears burst into their eyes).

Some people couldn't help but cover their mouths, trying not to let out their cries. Others crossed the checkpoint desperately and ran excitedly to the top.

"Margaery!!"

Looking at that haggard and heartbreaking face, Arman, who had always been strong, turned red-eyed for a moment.

He crossed the checkpoint, rushed to his wife's side, hugged her light body into his arms, and held her tightly without letting go, muttering incoherently.

"My Goddess Silver Moon... you are still alive! How wonderful! I... Ruby and I thought we would never see you again!"

Margaery's eyes were still red and she kept sniffling. She squeezed out a forced smile from her face that couldn't hold back tears, and even comforted him in turn.

"...I have no power, I have no power anymore... When did you start to believe in the Silver Moon Goddess?"

Arman said quickly.

"After learning that you are still alive! I swore to her that if you are safe and sound, I will build ten churches for her... I swear that I will spend the rest of my life doing this!"

Looking at her husband who was swearing, Margaery had a tearful smile on her face.

Maybe...

Maybe the Silver Moon Goddess really appeared.

I heard from Mr. Melgio that the miracle of the Silver Moon Goddess came to this church. She was a girl with cat ears... He decided to start a newspaper precisely because of the will of that god.

"...Then you can't break your promise. I will supervise you for her."

Loosening his hand from her shoulders, Arman held the tear-stained cheek and stared into those bright jewel-like eyes.

"I promise you!"

He didn't want to look away for a moment.

It's like everything in front of you is just an unrealistic dream, and when you wake up from the dream, everything will be different.

But Margery didn't let him keep possessing her, because her daughter also slipped under the checkpoint.

"mother!!"

The soldier on the side wanted to reach out to hold her, but the officer, Peter, took his hand and looked at him and shook his head.

"Let her pee...what else can happen if everyone is here to watch?"

The soldier nodded hesitantly and turned his attention to the jumping hair.

"yes……"

The distance of less than ten meters was only a dozen steps for Arman, but Ruby ran for a long time.

Just halfway through her run, she couldn't hold back the tears in her eyes and let them fall out.

Margaery opened her arms to welcome him, picked up her daughter, ran her fingers through her hair, and held the young body tightly in her arms.

"Ruby!!! I'm sorry...Mom made you worry!" There was a hint of remorse in her voice. No matter what her intentions were, she had lied to her that night and left without saying goodbye in the name of death.

However, her lovely daughter was not angry with her, and forced a strong smile from her tearful face.

"Ruby...you're not crying!"

Although she said so, the tears still fell down unsatisfactorily. Even because his breathing rate was too fast, he couldn't help but hiccup.

Feeling the hot tears sliding down her neck, Margery felt distressed, took a deep breath and closed her eyes.

"Yeah! My Ruby... is the best child in the world..."

Looking at the reunited couple, Arman had a satisfied smile on his face.

To him, they are his angels, his sunshine, and everything about him...

As for power, wealth, or land under the sun, they are just mayflies in the pond, and they are nothing compared to the safety of the family.

Isher, who was wearing a gray military uniform, walked beside him, glanced at the Weilant soldiers waiting in the distance, then looked at the father, and said with a grin.

"Congratulations, sir, Mr. Arman... you and your family are finally reunited."

"Another person asked me to bring you a message, a guy named Visionary Eagle. He hopes that the cooperation between you will still be effective...but now he is busy with official duties and will have to come in a few days. I hope you can come in advance. Carry out your plan."

"Please tell him for me that I will not forget our cooperation. In fact, the plan has already begun," Arman looked at the Borneo soldier and continued sincerely, "Also... thank you , bring my wife here."

Isher smiled.

"Don't thank me... I don't have that ability. It's not easy for me to survive alone."

However, even though he said this, he was still quite proud in his heart.

Although I couldn't save the entire city, it was good to be able to save 200 people.

He is not awakened.

Not even Boll.

"...Also, this is a piece of advice. No matter how much money you can make from your business, if you can, leave here as soon as possible."

Looking at the group of soldiers across the border, Isher smiled lightly.

"There won't be many days when we can be so friendly."

Although he did not speak clearly, Arman could understand the deeper meaning of these words.

During this period, he saw the deployment of the Southern Army in West Sails Harbor.

Especially after listening to the words of the old nun before, he was already aware of what was about to happen... I am afraid that a tragedy more painful than the previous tragedy would happen in this land.

"I am a Weiland person. I will not evade my responsibilities. I will do my best to prevent the worst possibility..."

After a pause, Arman said again in a sincere tone.

"Even if I fail... I will do my best to help more people leave this hell."

"Okay, then please skip that meaningless struggle and do the last thing with all your strength."

Isherjan simply interrupted his heroic words and looked at him in astonishment and continued.

"...No one can stop the train rushing to the bottom of the mountain, just like no one can stop the balloon that has broken the line. We can only let it rush down the bottom of the mountain, smash into pieces with the hard rock, or let it drift. In the clouds, self-exile in the universe.”

Arman was stunned.

"This is it?"

Isher said without hesitation.

"Quotes from "The Awakening of Jabol."

"Does that book have this sentence?" Arman said with a strange expression.

While waiting for his wife Yu's family, he read that book and read it several times.

What he didn't expect was that such a shocking story could be born in a small boulder city.

In the western part of Zhongzhou Continent, there are actually many surviving settlements similar to Boulder City. Most of them were built in the early days of the Wasteland Era and were constructed with the support of the War and Construction Committee.

However, in the past more than a century, with the collapse of the War and Construction Committee, most of these settlements were wiped off the map by the Legion in the name of revenge.

Sometimes he couldn't help but think that if those settlements were still alive and could continue to provide them with experience, knowledge and more help, maybe they wouldn't be as completely crazy as they are now...

Looking at Arman who fell into silence, Isher laughed and touched his stubble with his rough palms.

"Isn't there such a sentence? Then just think of it as a side comment left by some unknown person for this book."

If nothing unexpected happens.

Next, it should be the era that belongs to Master Stephen...oh no, it belongs to Master Stephen's ancestors.

It should be a glorious time, and they will build their own wall in the wilderness of nothing.

"The Awakening of Jabol" is the story after that, and now it's time for "Isher the Rat Tribe".

Isher was also discovered recently.

I am actually a person living in the prequel of "Awakening of Boer", and maybe I am the ancestor of "Master Stephen", the person who lives in the ancestral precepts of Master Stephen.

Pity.

He will probably never see his idol again in this life. It is a ghost hovering over the heads of his descendants, not his.

However, he is not as pessimistic as the other mice.

He still believes that the light of truth will one day shine on this land.

Just waiting for the sun to rise takes some time.

Fortunately, the dusk before nightfall this time was not as cold as before.

I guess that day won't be too far away.

Armen looked at the officer twice in surprise, and his eyes gradually became awe-inspiring.

Borneo Province actually has no shortage of capable people.

They are not inferior to the surviving tribesmen of the River Valley Province, let alone other Willant people.

However, while he was respectful, he couldn't help but wonder why a group of smart people would make the road narrower and narrower.

They shouldn't be like this...

…

Just as more than two dozen survivors were hugging and reunited with their families, Captain Ross, who was in charge of the defense in this area, came over surrounded by a group of soldiers.

Isher, who was a captain of thousands, stared at him, feeling a little numb from the overwhelming murderous aura.

I don’t agree with myself who became a monk halfway.

This guy is a true officer who has been tested by blood and fire!

However, Isher still forced a friendly smile on his face and nodded politely.

To his surprise, the man actually nodded to him, acknowledging his friendliness.

He walked straight in front of Earl Sharma and his old butler Sahadou.

Looking at the trembling two people, Ross suddenly bowed deeply.

"On behalf of myself and my men, I would like to thank you for saving these people in distress."

Count Sharma looked at him in astonishment, not expecting that the Virant man would actually bow to him. It was until the old housekeeper tugged at his sleeves that he suddenly came to his senses and said hurriedly.

"General, what are you doing?! I just did something normal human beings would do, and I don't deserve to receive such a gift from you... Please raise your head quickly."

Ross didn't listen to him, he just bent over for a full minute before raising his head, and then continued speaking solemnly.

"...If there is a war between the two countries, I can swear to you that our soldiers will not enter your manor, even if some cowards hide in."

Isher, who was standing aside and listening, narrowed his eyes slightly, with a hint of chill in his eyes, but he didn't say anything.

Even if the two sides were just one last gunshot away from the start of the war, he still had to continue to act like a good gentleman.

At this time, Ross turned his attention to the man and woman standing behind Earl Sharma.

One of them was his niece Penny, who was looking at the reunited survivors with a happy smile.

The person standing next to her must be the pangolin.

The eastern native who was promoted by the Eastern Legion and was finally borrowed by the Civil Service Corps.

Rose narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at the man for a while, then looked at his niece and said in a serious tone.

"Penny, come to me."

When she heard her uncle calling, Penny was about to leave, but she noticed the expression on his face and stopped hesitantly.

"Uncle Ross?"

"Come here! Now!"

Ross didn't give any explanation, just waved her over, but his urging expression made Penny unable to move her legs at all, and she could only look at the pangolin behind her for help.

Having already guessed something from the expression on the commander's face, the battlefield atmosphere team walked up to Penny and said softly.

"Listen to your uncle, it will be faster... Remember, this whole thing has nothing to do with you, you are just a war reporter."

"Your duty is not to fight side by side with me, but to bring what you see back to Triumph City... That is your war."

Penny's eyes widened and she stared at him blankly, her trembling lips seemed to be asking why... why he did the right thing and saved more than two hundred survivors, but still wanted to do it? Being treated like a prisoner.

The battlefield atmosphere team knew what she wanted to ask about, but they didn't know how to answer it.

Not everything in this world can be simply defined as good or bad㱕, and not everything in this world even has a standard answer㱕.

Right and wrong are just the scale in people's minds, and this scale never belongs to an abstract group.

Especially when this matter involves many groups.

In fact, when he received Bennot's order, he was already prepared in his mind, and even thought about the possible charges on his head.

You can receive two payments for the same task.

This kind of good thing can't be too much...

As if she understood his eyes, Penny struggled with her eyes for a long time, and finally lowered her head and walked to her uncle's side.

Instructing his own bodyguard to take her back to the settlement to rest, Luo Xin looked at the man named Pangolin.

The latter looked at him equally neither humble nor arrogantly, with a warm smile and even a bit of peace on his face.

Rose's eyes suddenly showed a bit of appreciation.

"you are very brave."

The battlefield atmosphere team smiled humbly.

"That's just me...I'm not bragging. I've done things and seen things. If I tell you, I might scare you to death."

Rospi moved the corners of his mouth with a smile, but the smile on his face cooled down at a speed that was visible to the naked eye.

"Mr. Pangolin, you betrayed Lord Shuai."

The battlefield atmosphere team smiled slightly, and the look on his face became cold.

"On the contrary, betraying Mr. Handsome is all about being alone with you. When we are working hard to end the wasteland, you are holding us back, and you are even willing to risk the lives of innocent compatriots to launch a conspiracy. War for your own selfish desires!"

Rose looked at him with a sneer.

"I don't know what you are talking about. At least in my opinion, it was you who killed those compatriots! Because of your arrogance, naivety and stupidity, you put those innocent people in danger."

"We don't deny that we did make mistakes. That's why I came here." The battlefield atmosphere team looked at him, "What about you? Do you dare to admit that you played a role in this chaos and committed it? Sin?"

Rose frowned slightly, but soon relaxed.

"It seems that you have a lot to say. You can leave these words to the military court and explain them to the judges who are trying you."

The battlefield atmosphere team smiled lightly.

"It doesn't matter, I will appeal all the way to Triumph City."

"You can do this. I also hope you understand that it was not my decision to arrest you, but the order of General Gurion... The Supreme Command of the Southern Army authorized him to exercise all power in the Borneo Province area," Ross said to him The soldiers standing ready waved their hands, then pointed at the pangolin and said, "Take him down."

Seeing the soldiers walking toward him with loaded ammunition, the battlefield atmosphere team did not resist and allowed them to handcuff him, but they shook off the hands on his shoulders.

"I have legs, I don't need your support."

After all, he was someone who was killed from the Luoxia and Haiya provinces. His murderous intent, which was as thick as plasma, sent chills down the spines of the soldiers who tried to escort him.

It felt as if the person standing in front of them at this moment was not a person, but a vicious and bloodthirsty alien species.

Seeing his subordinates looking at him one after another, Ross did not hesitate to bow his head to Pangolin, and just waved his hand.

"Let him go."

He doesn't like those civil servants who are holding back. Those people are simply a disgrace to the Weiland people. But he had a good impression of this young man, even though he was a foreigner.

There may indeed be a hidden secret in this that he doesn't understand, and he can more or less guess it with his sense of smell.

But he didn't care.

He always obeys his superiors, and the superior's position is his position. Even if this is a dead end, he will walk down the aisle with his head held high...

The soldiers who followed Ross to the checkpoint quickly closed up, leaving only a dozen sentries on duty.

The same goes for Borneo.

The captain named Isher took everyone away. He was afraid that if he stayed here too long, he would get into trouble with the legionnaires.

Watching the direction in which Mr. Pangolin was being taken away, Margery held her husband's hand tightly, leaned close to him and whispered in his ear.

"That man, and that girl... they saved all of us, I can't leave him alone."

Also looking at the direction the person left, Arman gently shook her hand and said in a comforting tone.

"Dear, believe me, I will never leave him alone..."

After he returned, he united with the citizens of Xifan Port to petition the Governor's Mansion and sent a joint telegram to Triumph City!

He still doesn’t believe it!

No one can take care of such a big thing!

"... Putting aside the dirty deeds of those guys, Sails Port is not a Southern Legion colony at all, and the Southern Legion Court has no right to enforce the law here!"

"Even if there is a trial, it must be tried by the court of Triumph City!"

…

Just as the rescued Weiland survivors were filled with indignation over the treatment of pangolins, the Saigon slum was also filled with indignation.

However, the reason why they were filled with righteous indignation was not because of the pangolin, but because of the ruthless suppression of the family by the port authorities.

That is undoubtedly suppression!

For the gang members who came to look for trouble - those guys with rats tattooed on their arms and who looked like they were not good guys at first glance, the patrol soldiers just held them up high and then put them down gently, without even using sticks to teach the villains a lesson.

But for the poor people who united to protect themselves, the soldiers warned them with evil eyes, as if it was unreasonable for them to protect their own rights.

Sure enough, Mr. Zaid is still very discerning and can hit the nail on the head. Those gang members and the Wilantes are all in the same group!

Those gang members hate them because they don't charge help fees and teach people how to read for free, so their families will destroy the market!

Those Weirant people were afraid of their unity, so they joined hands with the gangs, tried to stumbling them, saying that they were alliance spies, and then suppressed them severely.

In fact, if you think about it calmly, there are actually many loopholes in this seemingly logical and self-consistent statement.

For example, the simplest way is to compare the dinars in your pocket.

Each gang receives different wages from the dock, as well as different management standards, wages, and benefits. It is difficult to make direct comparisons, but generally it is in line with the law of "the number of people is proportional to the premium."

The more people a labor agency has, the more confidence it has in negotiating with employers.

There is no such thing as a gang with more people. It's just that because they are more united, they get less premium.

It's true that there are some smart people among them, but most of them tacitly know the green family members, or even the family members of higher ranks - those who are responsible for giving lectures.

The Family Club is still in the early stages of starting a business, and there are a lot of vacant positions. As long as you use your brain a little bit, you can become a "district agent". The benefits are much higher than carrying sacks at the dock.

While most people are still staring at that little salary, these smart people are already standing on the second level.

Instead of exposing those lame tricks, they would help Zaid improve his theory.

for example--

The Wilantes are so bad that they have no bottom line and unite with other gangs to suppress the family association.

In this way, the boring question of "Why are you paid less dinars than others for doing the same job?" can be explained away.

This is where Zaid's brilliance lies.

Although he is not a great expert, and has even been "judged" by many capable people, he has indeed seen through the survivors of Borneo Province.

There is one thing that smart people here like to do most, and that is to treat others as fools and then pretend to be stupid themselves. Little did he know that he was fooling and fooling, and in the end he even believed it. By the time he woke up, it was already too late...

Sitting in the shack, Eugene helped the injured worker wrap a bandage, and happened to see Zaid standing at the door.

That look seemed to be looking for him with something.

He put the bandage back in the medical box, followed Zaid out of the door, and stood in the moonlit alley.

After following Zaid for a while, he stopped and broke the silence between the two.

"Sometimes I don't know what you want to do and why you do it."

Zaid sighed softly.

"I actually didn't think that much. I just wanted those poor people to have a home."

Ou Ren chuckled.

"You have many family members, but you are the one I understand the least."

"oh?"

"I don't know how to describe it," Ou Ren sat on the steps aside and sighed, "I just think... you might find it better to use another method. We are actually not in a hurry for you to make any immediate results. , Even if you cooperate with a guy like Liszt, I think it will be good."

Zaid was silent for a while, walked to sit next to him, and said in a very soft voice.

"Mr. Liszt looks down on us. He is actually a very arrogant person at heart. He is different from someone like you who is willing to bend down to help us and guide us. When he judges that our risks are far greater than what we can bring to him, In return, he didn’t even bother to listen to my explanation and shut me out.”

After a pause, he said again.

"Only you, your door will always be open to me, even if I am as humble as dust. You will not give up on me, but are willing to give me opportunities to introduce yourself again and again."

Ou Ren curled his lips mockingly.

"Being rejected by others is something Liszt would do. But you don't need to praise me... He is visible to the whole league. I am not worthy to be compared with such a big man."

"You are too arrogant to belittle yourself," Zaid shook his head, "After we are successful, I will build a statue for you, and hundreds of millions of people will thank you for lending us a helping hand."

Ou Ren was stunned for a moment and said with a mixture of laughter and laughter.

"That's not necessary..."

As soon as he finished speaking, a light flickered in the darkness not far away.

When he looked intently at the fire, he saw the flames wrapped in thick smoke rising into the sky.

There was a faint shout in the distance.

"Fire!!"

"Quick! Put out the fire!"

Seeing everything that happened suddenly, Ou Ren was stunned. Then his face changed wildly and he suddenly stood up from the ground.

That's the family meeting registration office!

That's where he bandaged the injured workers earlier!

"What the hell!"

He cursed and ran back in the direction he came from without saying a word.

Seeing the rising flames and Ou Ren rushing past to put out the fire, Zaid was stunned for a moment, but in the end he just chuckled, shook his head, and said to himself.

"These rats really don't hold back their grudges overnight. They can't even wait for one night... Haha."

The people of the Black Rat Gang have suffered a loss, and they will definitely not swallow this sigh of relief. They will definitely find a way to get revenge.

The reason why this group of people cannot control the climate is precisely because their brains are always dominated by their limbs and their thinking is dominated by their emotions.

If the previous severe beating made a few neighbors sympathize with them at most, then this fire should be enough for them to become the "stars" of Saigon Port.

The legion will surely come to an end.

And he will definitely punish all the restless people with iron-blooded means before the war that engulfs the entire Borneo Province!

Those people are not judges who decide cases. Their style of doing business has always been to kill one person as a warning to others. Not only do they not take their family members seriously, the entire Xifan Gang is an ant in front of them.

Rumor has it that Gulion is even more cruel by nature and will do whatever it takes to achieve his goals, and this plays into his hands.

He will take this document with him to write a letter of nomination and go to a broader stage.

Zaid patted the dust on his trouser legs, got up from the stone steps, and walked in the opposite direction to Mr. Eugene.

"Sava, it's time to set off!"

Although I feel a little sorry for the survivors of Saigon Port, everything is for the sake of Borneo...