This Game Is Too Realistic

"...Yesterday night, a riot broke out in the northwest city. Two rebel militants took advantage of the shift change to occupy the radio station building in an attempt to incite rebellion and subvert the rule of Marshal Julius..."

"The chaotic situation has basically been brought under control and the rebels have been killed."

Arman stayed in front of the radio all night, and didn't close his eyes until the sun rose from the window the next day, but he ended up waiting for such a sloppy ending.

The garrison at Yongye Port first used anti-aircraft artillery and rain bombs to bring down the clouds in the sky. After finding that they still could not control the situation, they immediately handed over command to the front-line combat troops stationed in the port area.

It is said that this was an order personally issued by Governor Yahui, and this was also a shameful betrayal of the local residents by the Yongye Port authorities.

The 40th 10,000-person mechanized infantry unit and the 60th 10,000-person armored unit, which rushed from the port area for reinforcements, immediately launched an armed suppression after arriving in the northwest urban area.

Although the port area headquarters radio station stated that they only fired warning shots at the crowd's heads, there were also private radio stations claiming that there were rivers of blood on the streets.

It is only ten kilometers away from his home, and it only takes 20 minutes by car.

Arman's heart was full of mixed feelings, as if a stone was pressing on his chest. He wanted to say something but couldn't.

The sun still rises as usual, but the long night in Yongye Harbor has fallen.

Not even just Evernight Harbor.

Things that needed to be covered up before now no longer need to be covered up. Those who are angry about the death of their compatriots are also ruthless when they pull the trigger on their compatriots.

The bottom line is broken step by step.

At this moment, he looked back at the tragedy in Saifan Port, and suddenly realized that it was no longer something outrageous.

Even the dusk before night was gentle then, not as ruthless as it is now.

However, he was not all pessimistic.

When everyone is chasing bread, some people still choose faith unswervingly.

The Kant man stood up.

And it wasn’t just him, many people came forward.

Although the Legion finally executed him, there are still millions of people alive, and he also lives in the hearts of millions of people.

What he can do is to preserve this power and let it work at the critical moment, instead of consuming it in an uprising that adds fuel to the fire.

The Valantians never abandon their heroes, including himself, and they will never forget that name.

In this case, at least their nights will not be longer than those of the Borneos...

At this time, the study door opened slightly, and a little head quietly hid behind the door, looking at Dad sitting in front of the radio.

The expression on that face kept changing, now sad, now full of hope.

Little Ruby hesitated for a moment, then called to you softly.

"……dad?"

Hearing the sound coming from the door, Arman realized that his daughter was standing there, so he turned off the radio that was still chattering nonsense and looked at her in surprise.

"Ruby? You woke up so early."

Seeing that her father had discovered her, Ruby, holding a pillow in her arms, opened the door with her little hands and got in from the study.

The sleepy look was endearing. Ruby let out a long yawn and climbed onto her father's lap skillfully.

"Mom said that Dad had something to talk to Ruby about. Ruby was too sleepy and fell asleep while waiting."

Seeing his daughter's confused look, Arman stroked the hair on her forehead distressedly.

"I'm sorry, dad was planning to go find you, but something happened..."

"It's okay," Ruby said with a smile, and even comforted her father in turn, "Ruby has also encountered this situation. When she encounters a novel she likes to read, she hides under the quilt. I used a flashlight to take a peek, but accidentally saw the dawn..."

Halfway through, Ruby seemed to realize something was wrong, and closed her mouth as if she had come to her senses.

I didn’t expect this little guy to do such a thing, Arman Khan.

"...Don't do this again in the future. Forget it this time, I won't tell mom."

"Hehe." Ruby smiled shyly, stuck out her tongue, and looked to the side in an attempt to muddle through.

Looking at his innocent and lovely daughter, Arman could not help but slightly raise the corners of his mouth, temporarily letting go of the heavy worries in his heart.

And letting go is only temporary.

After all, humans cannot be living creatures in a vacuum. They are even more dependent on soil, water, air and nutrients than plants.

"Ruby..."

Looking at her father who had a serious expression on his face, Ruby tilted her head slightly.

"Um?"

Arman thought for a long time and finally spoke in a serious tone.

"Dad... wants to take you and mom to a far away place."

To Arman's surprise, the fear and anxiety that he was worried about did not appear in his daughter's eyes. Instead, some curiosity about these things appeared in her eyes.

She blinked and asked you with interest.

"Where is it far away?"

Arman thought for a while and tried to speak in an objective way.

"On the east side of Middle-earth, on the southern coast of the Province of the Sea, there is a place called Settlement No. 1... Of course, this name is only temporary. The management of the alliance said that it hopes that the local residents will settle it for themselves. place name.”

In fact, the name is not a big deal, but for some reason, apart from the mountains of containers, that place left the deepest imprint in his heart.

After hearing what her father said, Ruby's eyes lit up and she said excitedly.

"Then after we get there...can Ruby give him a name too?"

He didn't expect his daughter's focus to be so strange. After being stunned for a moment, Arman couldn't help but smile and fondling her sleep-tangled hair.

"Of course it's okay...but other people also have their own ideas. Whose opinion is ultimately adopted will probably have to be voted on."

Ruby said with shining eyes.

"Wow...sounds so interesting! Then...can we canvass votes?"

"Okay, but others will also canvass votes, so don't put too much hope in it."

Armen coughed slightly and tried to put the topic back on track.

"These are not the important points. The important point is that although the development there is good, the conditions are definitely not as good as here... You are also a member of this family, and Dad is most worried about you, so Dad wants to hear your opinion."

"Don't worry Ruby, and Ruby doesn't think those are big things," Ruby shook her little head vigorously, her bright eyes flashing with excitement and anticipation, "It was different when we first arrived at Saifan Port, and there was nothing. Later, there will be many more beautiful houses... and everything will be there."

㱗In a child's worldview, a house seems to be something growing out of the soil.

Arman couldn't help but dumbfounded. He happened to know such an innocent guy.

The wine merchant who started out by brewing fake vodka was the unlucky guy who lost his first pot of gold on the "Golden Route" of the Western Legion.

Several months have passed, and I don't know if his plan is on track.

Seeing that her father hadn't spoken for a long time, Ruby asked in an expectant voice.

"When do we leave?"

Looking at his daughter who was supporting him, Arman had a comfortable smile on his face and said with a smile.

"Probably just these few days."

His captain should have almost rested. Whether he moved away with him or kept his family here to make money, that guy should have thought about it.

…

In the northwest urban area, roadblocks are placed on the main roads near the central urban area.

Two wheeled armored vehicles were parked on the side of the road, their thick and long gun barrels fired forward, emitting a cold light in the morning light.

Soldiers armed to the teeth stood around the checkpoint, scanning the approaching crowds in a prepared manner.

Kant was beaten to death at two o'clock yesterday morning.

There is no way of knowing who fired the shot. In short, when he was dragged out of the radio station, he was already a corpse, piled together with other corpses on the street.

Unfortunately, the one who engaged in a firefight with the garrison Centurion was not caught.

Three people responded to him. After one of them was beaten to death, the guy took advantage of the chaos and fled into Blackwater Alley.

According to the information provided by the garrison, the guy's name is Talan, and he is suspected to be a spy for the alliance.

It is worth mentioning that after the garrison cleared Tallan of suspicion through the Wasp Project, it reclassified him as a spy based on the needs of the military.

In fact, the garrison might have guessed correctly, after all, that guy was indeed very skilled.

But this is actually not important anymore.

Now the Yongye Port authorities and the Southern Army are facing greater troubles.

There were far more bodies lying on the street than the twenty accidental casualties claimed in their broadcast.

Even if they have urgently cut off the channels of communication between Yongye Port and the outside world, it will be difficult to completely suppress this matter.

At present, the entire northwest city has been temporarily controlled, and the two streets near the radio station have been completely blocked.

All persons entering and exiting the city must show proof of their residential address and place of work.

In addition to the necessary registration, those entering and exiting need to sign a letter of commitment not to enter the blocked area, go through a security inspection process, and hand in weapons, cameras and other things that can be used to record the truth.

At the same time, the 40th 10,000-person mechanized infantry unit dispatched logistics vehicles to transfer residents in the blockade area and carry corpses scattered on the streets.

The person responsible for executing the blockade order of Block 12 is the 607th Thousand Troop of the 60th Armored Troop.

Seeing the dissatisfaction and even hatred in the eyes of his compatriots, Carver, who was holding the rifle, felt a heat in his back and wanted to pull up his collar to cover his face.

When passing through the security checkpoint, an old man filled out the form and suddenly looked up at him.

"Why do you want to open fire on them? They are obviously speaking for you. Or do you think you can fight for a lifetime and never retire when you are old?"

Facing that hateful look, Carver's breath seemed to freeze for a moment.

The solid air seemed to be blocked in his throat, making him speechless.

"I, it wasn't me who... fired the gun."

He tried to explain in a far-fetched way, although he did not point the gun at anyone that night, but he was drunk in the port area and was only woken up by his teammates in the middle of the night to run to work.

The old man had no intention of letting him go, he just stared at his eyes and his tall nose.

"I was once a soldier, serving in the 370,000th Army, guarding his frontier for the marshal... I didn't expect that I would protect such a group of insects. I'm really ashamed of you."

Before the old man could finish his words, he was pulled away by a soldier holding a cigarette butt.

"Okay, you old guy, please stop saying a few words. After filling out the form, come in. If you have any problems, complain to the guy from the 400,000th Team. Don't force me to arrest you."

"Do you think I'm afraid? I'm not even afraid of mutants, but would I be afraid of cowardly attacks on civilians like you? A hundred people can't even knock down a radio station, and they don't dare to go to court."

After being pulled aside by the force, the old man chuckled when he heard this, stretched out his hand to lift up his trouser leg, revealing a missing scar on his calf, "Did you see it? Rookie. They cut off this piece of my flesh. It was grilled in front of me, and I didn’t even frown.”

The soldier's brow and stomach twitched together, but he didn't show any sympathy to the old guy. He just rudely kicked him out of the checkpoint before others noticed the commotion.

There are too many people here.

Some live in the northwest city and need to work in the main city area, while others live in the port area after working the night shift.

Not counting the local troops stationed there, there are hundreds of thousands of people in Yongye Port.

Whether it is the Southern Army or the wasteland, this population is not a small number.

The soldier holding the cigarette butt was Captain Carver, but their vehicle did not enter the settlement.

Looking at his commander, Carver couldn't help but ask.

"...Don't Yongye Port have its own garrison? Why do we need combat troops to carry out this terrible mission?"

He joined the army to open up territory for the Southern Army, not to become an enemy of his compatriots.

"Can't you even understand this?"

Looking at Carver's "demented" look, his commander, who was holding a cigarette butt in his mouth, grinned and said.

"Because you will be on the front line soon. If I were the commander, I would leave this dirty job to you. Firstly, you won't talk nonsense, and secondly, you will soon be on the front line and become jealous. (Even if you survive, you won't think it's a big deal. It's just a group of veterans and ordinary citizens. Maybe you will fall in love with Sharon, fall in love with snake oil... Think about it from another perspective, that's true. It’s a placebo that can help you get rid of the worries of reality.”

The gunner, who had been silent the entire time, whispered.

"...Do you think Kant did the right thing?"

"Of course it's not right, it's too extreme." The commander shook his head and grinned, "But to be honest, if I encounter a situation like his, I can't think of any gentler method."

the gunner retorted.

"How come there isn't? Wait until the captain of ten thousand is fooled——"

The driver said casually.

"Then he becomes that bastard Willoughby, right? He's the guy on the radio who tells lies with his eyes open. I bet that when that guy was a captain, he must have had different ideas from you. To emerge from the mud without staining... Think about it with your head, how is that possible? "

The gunner fell silent. Although he didn't agree with it, he couldn't think of anything to refute.

Carver did the same. He took a deep breath and pulled up his collar.

This morning passed too long.

He stood here for a long time, but the sun only rose a little.

Although he had always felt that the life at home was so difficult, the torment in his heart had never been as intense and painful as it was now...

…

It had just been morning in Yongye Port, and it was already approaching noon in Xifan Port.

A few hours ago, an urgent telegram from Evernight Port was delivered to the Borneo Theater Command.

At this moment, Captain Dickens, the Minister of General Affairs, stood at the door of General Guang'ang's office with an awkward look on his face, and waited for about half an hour.

Finally, the door opened.

Seeing the theater staff officer and the guard captain coming out of it, Dickens could not help but shed a trace of sweat on his forehead.

Although the theater general affairs department in charge of logistics matters is not under the jurisdiction of the theater command, but is directly loyal to the general headquarters, and he himself is not a direct subordinate of Gu Ang, but as the supreme commander of the theater, and the logistics has such a big problem Regarding the 㱕 issue, Gu Ang also has the right of accountability.

He has already explained it to the general headquarters, but he is still undecided about Gu An'ang.

Just when Dickens was feeling uneasy, the office secretary came out of the door shortly after and looked at him and said.

"Captain Dickens, General Gu An'ang invites you to come in."

Listening to the gentle tone, Dickens understood Gu's release signal. He slowly breathed a sigh of relief and followed the secretary through the door.

Sitting behind the desk, General Gu Ang was carefully reviewing the document in his hand.

Hearing the footsteps coming from the door, he raised his head and met Dickens' eyes.

"Please take a seat, Captain Dickens."

Captain Dickens forced a stiff smile from his face and sat down on the sofa in his office.

"……Thank you."

Gu Ang nodded and looked directly into his eyes, his eyes gradually becoming serious.

"Have you heard about the Yongye Port incident?"

Dickens' breath was stagnant, and an expression of embarrassment appeared on his face.

"I heard..."

Looking at the embarrassment on his face, the director of the general affairs department of the war zone, Gu Jianang did not let him go and continued aggressively.

"Aren't you going to explain it to me?"

Unexpectedly, this guy suddenly became serious. Dickens felt a headache, but he still said it bravely.

"...What happened is just like what you have seen in the telegram. The Yongye Port garrison had internal strife and occupied the radio station, and finally those chaos broke out. Fortunately, the local garrison handled it in time, and the chaos was over. Get it under control... that's the way it is."

General Gu Yanang sneered.

"Has the command accepted your explanation?"

Facing the pressing General Gu Jiang, Dickens said in annoyance.

"I accepted it... I reported it to the headquarters immediately, and only after receiving the documents did I dispatch the local frontline troops stationed there. Otherwise, how could I possibly have commanded them? In fact, this matter is also a mistake. If the garrison hadn't made some plans and made some plans, and then an intelligence officer got excited, it wouldn't have turned out like this. "

"Oolong?" Gu Ang looked at him meaningfully and suddenly sneered, "...Why do I feel that I am to blame?"

Dickens' Captain Ten Thousand's face was a little stiff.

"Sorry...I didn't understand what you meant."

"Sharon, do you need me to say more?"

Gu Jingang stared at his eyes with such impenetrable expression that Captain Dickens finally breathed a sigh of relief and his mood couldn't help but become tense again.

"...You mean medicine to treat the symptoms of trauma? Is there anything wrong with that?"

Gu Yanang narrowed his eyes and said.

"What's the problem? Isn't the broadcast content clear enough? Do you need me to play the backup file to you again?"

"I really don't know about this! The development of drugs is done by the technicians below. As for the hallucinogens, I was not involved. It was Peter who made all the decisions... I only found out that he and the local gangs They got mixed up together. This kind of person is simply a scumbag from Weiland. If I had known earlier, I would have killed him with my own hands!"

When he said this, Captain Dickens had an expression of indignation on his face, as if he had actually held the gun in his hand.

However, General Gu Ang, who was sitting opposite him, was sneering in his heart.

Only then did I know it was okay.

He is not naive enough to think that this guy just heard about this.

Now we are putting all the problems on [the dead man], just to stop the losses.

However, what made him angry was not just that these guys from the logistics department were making small moves, but more that they were actually doing business with his enemies!

This is the most intolerable thing for Gu Ang.

Even if the Shezhou warlords are accustomed to wandering without attacking, they do not pose much of a threat to the Southern Army's front line, and the ever-expanding armed forces are always a hidden danger.

Every gold coin flowing from the Southern Army to the Borneo Province will eventually turn into a bullet for the Weillant people.

However, Gu An'ang is a person who understands the overall situation after all.

Looking at Captain Dickens, who was so depressed that he didn't dare to take a breath, he finally let the moth down gently.

Firstly, he didn't have enough strong evidence, and secondly, the frontline troops couldn't afford the risk of the logistics department being ruined, and he himself had to worry about this guy's connections in the headquarters.

Now is not the time to deal with this guy.

When this war is completely won and he has two more stars on his shoulders, he will go to the Triumph City to accept the reward, and he will naturally settle the accounts with this group of worms who have been eating everything in and out.

"I have two requests. First, all drugs containing snake grass ingredients, whether it is Sharon or something else, be removed from the logistics department's list."

"Second... I won't explain it clearly, you know it yourself."

General Gu Jianang gave Captain Dickens a meaningful look.

Dickens knew that he was implying that he was dealing with the Shezhou warlord, so he nodded nervously.

"clear……"

No matter what, you have to get through this hurdle first.

With [Dickens's] promise, Gu Ang nodded, and Xin picked up the pen on the table and waved it lightly.

"It's okay, just go ahead."

The Air Force's execution of the Tiandu bombing plan was not smooth, and they only destroyed some useless and rotten houses.

He needs to draft a new plan and then seriously think about how to win the current battle, and he has no time to waste precious time on these bugs.

Dickens breathed a sigh of relief, unaware that his back was soaked in cold sweat.

There are stairs, he cursed in his heart.

What a bluff, you want to scare me with a broadcast?

Just wait and see.

I will make you look good sooner or later!