This Game Is Too Realistic

After leaving McClun, Gulion hurried out the door and caught up with the chief judge who had previously announced the adjournment of the case.

Seeing the evil expression on his face, the other four judges next to him wisely left quickly.

They could guess some of the story, but they didn't want to get involved.

When the four people were far away, Gulion stared firmly into the eyes of the chief judge and uttered a sentence through gritted teeth.

"What do you mean!"

The old man raised his cloudy pupils.

Perhaps because the matter was already high, he didn't have much fear in his eyes. He just stared at Gulion twice, and then said in a slow but firm voice.

"General Gurion, I am just a colonial judge, not a soldier under your command. I have no reason to explain my work to you. If you are not satisfied with my ruling, you can complain to Triumph City and ask them to change it to a more professional one. Judge, come here."

The judiciary of the Legion has a certain degree of independence. It does not belong to the officer system nor the civilian system, but to the supervisory system of the "Jiang Guards".

that is, directly responsible to the Marshal.

However, because the marshals and the Praetorian Guards did not interfere in the specific affairs of the legion, but only exercised the power of supervision, and took loyalty as an important assessment factor, the Praetorian Guards did not develop into a factional interest group.

The reason for such a design has a certain origin in the formation of the legion system.

After all, the early legions were all soldiers and their families, and there were no other professionals. After the court completed the trial, Ji also asked the guards to arrest people, and the arrests were all soldiers.

This is just like the alliance guard. In the early days, the base guarded the gate. Later, when there were more people, it slowly developed into a police agency, divided into various departments, and separated the Guards.

However, although the legion and the Imperial Guard have not developed into an interest group similar to the "Southern Legion" and the "Civil Service Group", everyone has their own interests and demands.

After all, not everyone is as honorable and loyal as the Praetorian Guards.

Furthermore, as the scale of the legion expanded, more and more settlements and colonies were developed, and the "business scope" of the legion's judicial system was no longer limited to core settlements such as Triumph City, and a large number of positions As the territory expanded, it was released.

For the sake of personal career, some judges usually choose some other interest groups to "cling to" and leave the Triumph City, which has a narrow path for advancement, to develop their own careers in the colonies.

The local legions did not monopolize the judicial power on their own territory, so they were happy to cooperate with the judges who came from Triumph City to achieve some exchange of interests.

In a sense, this is one of the reasons why "the law changes after leaving the Triumph City".

The most typical example is the bill on protecting the rights and interests of slaves.

This bill has never been implemented outside of Triumph City, and the farther away it is, the less efficient it will be.

It's the same now.

Gulion promised him that as long as he obeyed his words, he would help him become the chief judge of all colonies in the entire Borneo province.

To be honest, this proposal is very tempting, even if the Southern Army only controls half of West Sails Harbor at the moment.

However, any transaction requires an equivalent exchange.

Compared with the title of a justice, the price he has to pay for it is actually too expensive.

Looking at the disobedient chief judge, Gulion narrowed his eyes slightly.

"That's not what you said before."

The chief judge also said politely.

"You never said before that the water behind this case is so deep!"

Gu Lion's expression froze.

Seeing that he was speechless, the chief judge knew that he had guessed correctly again, so he laughed and said.

"General Gulion, I don't care about the grievances between you internally or externally, and I don't mind providing you with some small judicial help."

"However, you want me to be a sinner in history for you, to make my son laugh at me, to make my wife look down on me, to make my neighbors laugh at me, and to make me lose my career and everything for your conspiracy... I'm sorry, you don't have enough dignity."

Guion's face turned red with anger and he stared at the old man.

However, the old man just nodded slightly and then left from the corridor.

At this time, an officer came to General Gulion's side and whispered in a low voice.

"General, the prince of the Xilan Empire, Akbar, has arrived and is now in the military camp... Do you want him to come over here, or do you want him to wait there?"

"Ignore him and leave him alone for two days."

Guion glared at the judge's back fiercely, cursed "an old loser," and then turned around and walked away.

…

On the other side, cheers and applause resounded throughout the court. The officers and soldiers of the Southern Legion had already left the table in a hurry, not wanting to stay here any longer.

Although the officers, including Ross, had a firm enough stance, it did not mean that they would not feel any shame in their hearts.

The enthusiastic and excited citizens, after bursting into enthusiastic applause and cheers, stepped forward, hugged the pangolin who was standing in the dock, and patted his shoulders enthusiastically.

"Good job! Brother!"

"Thank you for saving my wife and children."

"I salute you, General! We need soldiers just like you!"

"These bastards...have done so many dirty things behind the scenes!"

“Don’t even think about putting the lid on them!”

The warlord responded to people's enthusiasm while appeasing their emotions.

"Unfortunately, the evidence we have is too thin, and we cannot convict a person or a group of people based on suspicion alone. But I promise you, I will not give up my appeal, and neither will I or the people behind me...three thousand lives." There must be a warning, whether it is the person who set the fire, the person who instigated the fire, or the person who handed the torch, they will all be judged by justice in the end!"

Although he knew in his heart that what he said was more like a piece of cake that smelled good, he also believed that as long as he did not give up the pursuit of the truth, the truth would eventually surface.

And justice will also be meaningful.

Through the crowded crowd, he saw Penny looking at him with tears in her eyes.

Those were tears of excitement.

He could even imagine how worried she was before.

She didn't have to wait too long.

The warlord squeezed out from the crowd, stepped forward and gave her a big hug.

What I wanted to do was preempted.

Penny suddenly felt a hint of embarrassment at having her thoughts seen through, and two clusters of red clouds rose up on her cheeks involuntarily.

Especially when the eyes of the surrounding eyes were focused on this place, the blessings in their eyes made her even more embarrassed and speechless.

However.

She had a rather generous personality after all, so she quickly raised her head and looked into those eyes.

"You told me before that my battlefield is the Triumph City, and I have to correct your statement."

Stretching out her soft index finger, she gently straightened his collar.

There was determination in those clear eyes, so much so that the battlefield atmosphere group who looked at her couldn't help but hold their breath.

"...This is our war."

"Whether it's Triumph City or Saipan Port, I will stand side by side with you."

"Don't even think about leaving me alone, let alone put all the trouble on your own shoulders!"

…

The noisy court finally ended, and people left the jury box contentedly. When everyone was gone, several local laborers came in carrying garbage bags and brooms.

They waited aside for a long time, and finally the boring trial was over.

One thing to say is that the people in Weiland really have a lot of tricks up their sleeves. They are in a courthouse and a post office, which really opens their eyes to them who come from the countryside.

The only flaw is that these big-nosed people are not very smart and can't do things around the corner.

In their opinion, the judge was really an amateur, and he was not dignified enough. He was far inferior to the noble Xilan, and even less decisive and domineering than a baron.

The old man not only asked the defendant to stand and listen to the trial, but also allowed the defendant to whisper with others. How unbecoming was this!

"...Weilant people can fight, but they can't solve cases!"

"To be honest, you might as well do it to me! No matter how nice you say it, I'm going to sentence you, so what else can I do to you?"

"This is too extreme, and your reasons won't convince everyone! You have to be more tactful, for example, first give him 20 lashes, pour hot sand into his throat, put clamps on his eyelids and wake him up for a few days, and torture him so that he can't speak. Let him speak again. I guarantee that even if he is extremely wronged, he will not be able to figure it out!"

"I'm an extreme person? I think you are an extreme person! Just kill him, no matter what the excuse is! Why don't you just chop off your head? It's so troublesome!"

"Oh, no matter what happens, I think this judge's career is over."

"It's not just about his official career! If I were from Weiland, I would definitely not let him live. If I don't kill him as a warning, how will I control him in the future?"

The voices of their discussions were so low that they did not dare to be heard by the Weirant people outside.

After all, the Vaillant people would not let them be judges. On the contrary, they might drag them out of the burial ground.

The old man from the lion clan sweeping the floor beside him seemed to have some education, but he couldn't bear to listen. In the end, he couldn't help but snorted twice.

"...It's a pity that you are not, you are a Borneo. You can only imagine a Borneo man with a very high nose sitting on top of the throne to announce his decree, and then secretly poking his eyes at another, bigger man, and feeling that the whole thing is useless. This is true for soil.”

Not to mention how inferior those methods are, the bottom line of people of all ethnic groups is indeed different, and this is also determined by many reasons such as culture and nationality.

The people of Weiland despise the tail-wagging dog in their bones. A submissive person will be looked down upon by others, but will not be able to convince the public at bottom. In the end, he can only be marginalized by the entire system.

There is certainly something evil about these big-nosed rules, but it is indeed not easy to find a judge who is both highly respected and good at wagging his tail to please.

And this is what really makes him sad. The seemingly clever ideas that his compatriots can come up with are also the reasons why the Borneo people are treated casually.

It's not just the Weirant people who don't treat them as human beings.

Those high-ranking heavenly kings, those sweet-talking family members, and even themselves...who is not like this?

Maybe he is too pessimistic.

After seeing all the ups and downs, he always felt that neither Lacy nor Absek could make it.

This zoo is more like a circus.

Clowns who play animals need to be a "lead dancer" who is good at dancing.

He does not need to know much about natural science, nor does he need to be an expert in a certain field.

He only has one skill, and that is to choreograph a dance for the clowns in the circus.

Only in that way can they be smart and live like a human being.

But whether that can be called hope is hard to say.

The sun does rise as usual, but it is not uncommon here to refer to day as night.

The loyal 㱕 will die first, then the brave 㱕, and finally the cunning 㱕.

When all the idealists exit the stage, it will end with a contest between the hypocrites and the true villains.

It would be a disaster no matter who wins.

Just two different disasters.

He loves this land more than anyone else, and he hopes he is wrong even more.

There is something missing here after all.

Or a true hero who combines the power of heaven and earth and can turn things around on his own.

Or the text itself.

But it is still missing.

The man who was stung blushed, but couldn't grasp the point. After a long time, he choked out a speechless retort.

"I'm from the snake tribe! What kind of thing are the Borneo people?"

Others also started shouting.

"Why are you showing off? You still think you are a noble!"

"You damn thing, why didn't those 'Sky Bandits' kill your entire family!"

"If I were a Velant, I would definitely bury you!"

Boomerangs were flying all over the sky.

The old man shook his head. He didn't feel humiliated, he just felt pitiful. He huddled in the corner with the broom...

And not far away, a handsome boy about fifteen years old walked in, looking left and right nervously, as if he was looking for someone.

Behind him were two old men, who looked like they were his servants.

The staff member who was passing by quickly noticed them, walked over and said impatiently.

"This is a sacred court, and no one else is allowed to enter."

Seeing that someone was trying to kick him out, the young man's face turned red with anger and he glared at the staff member.

"My name is Akbar Xilan, and I am the crown prince of the Xilan Empire...I am here to see General Gurion. I heard he is here!"

The staff member was stunned for a moment, staring at the young man suspiciously, with obvious disbelief in his eyes.

And just when he was about to ask for his ID card, a flapping sound suddenly came from next to him.

I saw a group of low-caste servants carrying brooms, kneeling on the ground in shock and grabbing the ground with their heads.

"Your Highness the Crown Prince?!"

"Greetings to Your Highness!"

"You... aren't you in the north?! Why are you here?!"

Looking at the people who were kneeling and worshiping, Akbar showed a humility on his face that he loved his people as his own son, and he raised his hands up.

"Everyone, please forgive me. I am here to discuss important matters with Xi Lan's friends. You just continue to do the work at hand. Don't neglect our friends."

The people kneeling on the ground reluctantly stood up.

After saying that, the young man named Akbar looked at the staff member again, with a hint of pride in his mouth.

"Can you take me to see General Gulion now?"

Facing that showy look, the staff member stared at him with a strange expression, and then nodded.

"You...wait for me here, and I'll ask for you."

The empire had become like this. He didn't know why this guy could still laugh, let alone what he could be proud of.

Maybe it's because of the better mentality.

Looking at the staff who turned to leave, Akbar said with a smile.

"Well, hurry up!"

…

On the other side, General Gulion was in the lounge of the court, truthfully reporting what happened in the court to the general staff of the Southern Army.

However, after listening to his report, the most powerful figure in the Southern Army did not say anything and just said a few words in response.

"I understand the basic situation. Just go about your business."

Seeing that this gentleman did not have any instructions, General Gulion couldn't help but ask you anxiously.

"...What don't you need me to do?"

He always felt that it was not a good idea to let the pangolin come back alive, but it was not easy to get rid of that guy now.

The chief of general staff smiled lightly.

"I think the commander named Pangolin actually said something interesting."

Guion couldn't figure out the general staff's intention for a while, so he asked Yu cautiously.

"...Which sentence is it?"

The chief of general staff said in a soft voice.

"What are you doing here?"

The moment he heard these words, Gulion was stunned for a few seconds. After a while, a drop of cold sweat broke out on his forehead and he lowered his head.

"I understand, my subordinate... I'm sorry, I made the decision without permission."

The senior management didn't want him to get involved in this matter.

"Using legal means to get rid of the emissaries of the civil servant group" is entirely his own clever interpretation.

Just like his subordinates pouring excrement into the dungeon without permission, it is redundant and stupid, and will not have any positive effect on the situation. On the contrary, it may be a small gain.

It was at this moment that he suddenly came back to his senses and completely understood the meaningful words General McClung said to him...

As if satisfied with his repentance, a voice of approval came from the other end of the communication channel.

"You are a smart person. The commander of Tire Army and I both think highly of you, but being smart is not a good thing, especially since your smartness may make us passive."

"A captain cannot affect the overall situation, and you don't need to worry about the matters in Triumph City. Facing the criticism from the civil servant group, we naturally have our own arrangements. As for you, it is enough to complete the task assigned to you by the commander of the Tire Army. We care more about your performance on the battlefield than in redundancy."

General Gulion's Adam's apple moved, and he lowered his head and spoke respectfully.

"yes……"

The communication was disconnected.

Guion took a deep breath and threw the busy phone back on the table, unaware that his back was soaked with sweat.

Thinking about it calmly, the life and death of a captain really doesn't affect anything.

So what if he returns to Triumph City alive?

The civil servants in Triumph City are not dumb or deaf. If they really had some strong enough evidence, they wouldn't have to wait until the pangolin returned to show it.

A few mouths and a few specious doubts are not enough to constitute an accusation against the Southern Army's conspiracy to commit the Sisail Harbor tragedy. Even if Absek personally stood up, it would be meaningless.

The Southern Army was very careful throughout the entire conspiracy. There were almost no clues that could point to the senior officials. The only doubts could be explained by accidents. This was the reason why the civilian group did not accuse them. .

False accusations amount to slander, and this is a serious matter in the Legion.

As a result, my mind got hot, and I did such a stupid thing-initiating this trial on my own initiative in the name of the Southern Army without sufficient evidence.

Okay, now the Southern Army must add evidence to prove their own accusations of "three betrayals".

How did a hero who saved more than two hundred Wilant survivors become what they called a traitor?

What did he betray?

What is the Southern Army preparing for?

If it gets too big, the marshal might be alerted...

At this point, even if they wanted to withdraw the lawsuit, it would be too late.

Once they withdraw the lawsuit, the civil service group in Triumph City will definitely not give up. They will immediately launch a countersuit, send the Southern Army to the dock, and ask them to explain themselves as defendants... and by then they will only be more passive than they are now.

Guion finally realized what a stupid thing he had done, which was even stupider than assassinating that guy in prison... But it was too late to say this now.

He shouldn't be so smart as to worry about those big shots.

He even couldn't help cursing McClun, that sinister old fox for not warning him earlier.

Just when Gulion was anxious, there were suddenly several gentle knocks on the door of the lounge.

He took a deep breath, calmed down his anxious expression, and coughed towards the door.

"Come in."

The door opened and his confidant came in.

Walking to his desk, the officer reported to Yu in a serious voice.

"Sir, the prince of Xilan came to the court from the military camp. He seems determined to see you."

Not in the mood to pay attention to that thing, Gulion said impatiently.

"I told him to leave him alone for two days and let him go."

"Yes..." The officer was stunned for a moment, but he still gave a military salute and walked cleanly out the door.

But as soon as he reached the door, Gulion suddenly stopped him again.

"etc."

The officer who stopped turned around and asked you respectfully.

"Do you have any other instructions?"

Guion didn't say anything. He walked to the wall and stared at the map hanging on the wall for a while, then suddenly spoke.

"Let him come in and see me."

He didn't understand why his boss suddenly changed his mind, but the officer didn't ask any more questions and just gave a military salute respectfully.

"yes."

Without looking at his confidants, Guion just stared at the map.

He originally planned to implement the plan he stated at the war meeting step by step and encroach on the land of Borneo Province bit by bit through vassalization.

But now it seems that his plan has to be moved forward...

Just when the prince of the empire finally met the "old friend" of the empire with an uneasy mood, far away on the border of Mammoth State in the northeastern corner of Borneo Province, a war that decided the fate of the empire finally came to an end...