This Game Is Too Realistic

"... Now, only the Triumph City can decide the fate of the Weiland people."

Shuguang City, Embassy Street, the study room of the legion's embassy in the alliance.

Looking at the bustling crowd of demonstrators outside the window, Captain Bennot sighed softly, and accidentally said what someone thousands of meters away was thinking.

An hour ago, he learned from the Alliance Foreign Minister Cheng Yan that the Alliance had declared war on the Southern Army.

Shortly after this, the alliance management's declaration of war was published on the "Survival Daily" and various alliance TV stations.

The alliance launched its war machine with terrifying efficiency and cohesion.

Just like when they declared war on the Torch Church.

In contrast, the Southern Army was still counting on the General Staff's "strange move" to reverse the situation.

And after their opponent saw through their conspiracy, the guy was dumbfounded and helpless like a gambler who had lost all his chips.

Now not only the alliance, but also the companies on the East Coast can't bear it anymore and have pointed their guns at them, completely abandoning their weakness and illusion that "peace will fall from the sky on its own."

The only suspense left is the attitude of Triumph City.

If Triumph City's choice is to "never give up", then the Southern Army still has a glimmer of hope.

As for the price, it is to mobilize all the Velant people on the entire planet to fight a full-scale war with the survivors living in the eastern part of Middle-earth.

In this way, the gamblers of the Southern Legion have won their bets.

As long as all the Weirant people unite, even if they don't win a big victory in the end, they can at least escape with the chips on the gambling table.

If Triumph City chooses to "kill this traitor", then the legion's disintegration will be inevitable.

This is not difficult to understand.

If you cannot stand up when "your own children may be threatened", even if it is only a symbolic flag, then the Triumph City will lose its only value.

In fact, signs of separatism have already emerged within the Legion.

㳔So far, there has been no outbreak, and it is entirely maintained by the prestige of His Majesty the Marshal.

At this moment, Benoit didn't know what choice Triumph City would make, so he could only close the door and wait patiently.

In small matters, he can represent the civil service group or the Triumph City to make some decisions that he thinks are right.

In such a big matter, he can only be a sounding board.

Of course, compared to what decision the distant Triumph City and His Majesty the Marshal would make, he was currently facing a more immediate trouble.

That is the right of the Vaillant people living in the alliance.

Just like now, the survivors of Dawn City simply surrounded the embassy of Triumph City.

People always say that Boulder City is the old revolutionary base of the Alliance, but in Bennot's opinion, it is clearly the place.

These guys are like fanatics.

If the guards of Dawn City hadn't stopped them, they might have thrown the rotten eggs in.

Although his heart was full of helplessness, Benoit also understood that these young men were angry at the moment.

After all, the Southern Army went to war first without declaring it, and also detonated a nuclear bomb on land under the nominal jurisdiction and actual control of the alliance.

That's a nuclear bomb...

"We have to find a way to protect the people living in the Alliance." Secretary Domini, who was sitting opposite Benoit, also had a frown on his face.

It was his plan that originally proposed the Eastern Legion, the Arms Armed Legion, and the "old friend" Xilan Empire.

As a result, they didn't expect that their plan was about to succeed, but they were interfered by the Southern Army, bringing down the entire West Sail Port and even the empire.

As for the subsequent series of chain reactions, it has long been beyond his control and expectation... and even the entire civil service group and everyone.

Yanush died, Abu Saik suddenly rebelled, the Kingdom of Borneo was established, and the Southern Army participated in the war in the name of the false emperor...

Now, those idiots are going crazy and want to overturn the whole table.

Thanks to these idiots who gambled on the fate of the country even if they disagreed, all their efforts to improve the Valante figure were in vain!

Following [Dominy's] suggestion, Benoit pinched his eyebrows and said with exhaustion written on his face.

"Protect... how to protect? There are at least tens of thousands of Weiland people in Dawn City alone. Should we put them all into the embassy?"

There aren't that many rooms here, so it's very crowded just for the embassy staff.

Domini was speechless for a moment, then spoke with difficulty after a moment.

"How about temporarily transferring people to the Falcon Kingdom? That is our only base in the eastern world..."

Hearing what [this naive] said, Benoit couldn't help but complain before he finished speaking.

"What happens after the transfer? How long do you have to stay there? This is a population migration of hundreds of thousands of people. Even the alliance may not be able to withstand the influx of so many people in an instant, let alone the total population of less than one million. The Falcon Kingdom...that shrinking oasis can't accommodate so many people."

Domini touched his nose in embarrassment.

Thinking about it carefully, this is really not a bad idea.

After all, people are not animals. They can move from one place to another with just a touch of their lips.

At this moment, a live news broadcast suddenly appeared on the TV in the room.

In the camera lens, the streets were crowded with angry people, with indignation written on their faces.

Facing the reporter's interview, an emotional protester shouted at the top of his voice.

"I told you before! Those big noses can't be trusted!"

Before he could finish his words, another head came over and snatched away the lens in front of him.

"Nuclear bomb! How did they get a nuclear bomb! I don't believe there is no mole to help them!"

"Every Valantian is a potential spy!"

"Send them all to Mantou Port! That's where they should go!"

The crowd in the picture became more and more excited, and the reporter who was interviewing at the scene could only temporarily cut the live interview footage to the drone.

Judging from the overhead shot, the shooting location seemed to be Alliance Settlement No. 1, and there were at least two to three thousand people gathered on the street!

This is the largest settlement of Borneos on the entire coast, and it is also the largest settlement of Wilantes. The two sides are currently at war, so one can imagine how acute the conflicts between them will be.

Benoit couldn't help but feel a sinking feeling in his heart. It seemed that the thing he was most worried about had happened.

But at this moment, a lame man appeared in the corner of the camera.

The tall bridge of his nose has already revealed his identity. He is a Weiland man.

In this situation where all the people in Weiland consciously avoided it, he took the initiative to walk in front of the crowd.

The reporter quickly pointed the camera at that person.

At the same time, many protestors also turned their attention to him.

Facing the pairs of eyes, he took a deep breath and spoke loudly with a loud voice.

"My name is Kuruan, and I was once a member of the Southern Legion."

The crowd was in an uproar, and almost all the Boro people present were excited.

The guards standing around the crowd tensed up, trying to pull away this idiot who was "provoking" the demonstrators.

However, Kuruan stood at a high place, straightened his back, and continued to speak with a loud voice while facing the angry gazes without evading them.

"There is nothing to hide. Rather than pretending that this has nothing to do with us, I would rather face you honestly."

One of the protestors angrily squeezed forward, stuck his fist on the guard's shield, and roared at him.

"Do you think this is something to be proud of? Scum! Look what you did in my hometown!"

Kuruan looked at him and shouted with a tone and volume that was not inferior to that man's.

"Of course not. I never said this is our pride. This is obviously a shame!"

The sound shocked some people.

They may not have thought that they would actually hear such words from the mouths of the Velantians.

The guard who was maintaining order on the side looked at him with the same surprise. The old police chief suddenly felt something in his heart and handed him the trumpet in his hand.

Rather than persuading the people present to leave, it would be better to let them just have a happy quarrel.

Speak out all the things you have been holding in your heart.

Kuruan took the trumpet from the police sergeant and spoke loudly with a louder voice.

"This is a disgrace to the people of Valeant!"

"We left our homes and came here because we were fed up with the lies of these shameless gangsters!"

"...I believe that our marshal did not unite us and fight against the people who enslaved us just to allow us to oppress the survivors in the wasteland!"

"I believe he must have done it to allow us to cut off our own shackles, to prevent the control and construction committee from turning into a wild horse, to liberate all the suffering survivors in this wasteland... so he brought it with him We rise up and resist!”

"The spirit of resistance, the courage not to succumb to fate, and the determination to win... I want to say that this is what should be our medal! Our glory! This is what we should stay on this land." Something!”

"The problems of the Wealandians should be solved by the Wealandians themselves. We will not throw all the problems to you and sit here waiting for you to help us solve all the troubles!"

"I swear here, I, Kuruan, declare war on the Southern Army! And all of us who do not surrender to power!"

"We will fight in Yongye Port to liberate the oppressed and deceived compatriots there! There are also other oppressed ethnic groups... even if we sacrifice our lives for it!"

"We will fight side by side with you!"

That impassioned voice was no less impressive than the manager's speech on the television.

The originally indignant crowd was also divided. Some people were still shouting, while others cheered him and even applauded him from the bottom of their hearts.

The Valantian Expeditionary Force was formed at this time.

A foreigner once saved them, and now it is their turn to unite and go to their homeland to save all the oppressed people.

not only that.

They will also clean up previous mistakes!

Watching the impassioned impromptu speech on the TV, Benoit couldn't help but feel faintly moved in his heart.

I never thought there would be such an outstanding young man at the grassroots level of the Legion.

And this made him feel happy, but he couldn't help but feel discouraged.

Why is it that such an outstanding young man is silent in the land of the Legion, but it is only in the land of the Alliance that he begins to shine.

Putting aside the interests of the civil service group, this guy did have something to say about his innermost feelings.

Perhaps His Majesty the Marshal thought so at the beginning...

[In the end, they failed him.

"Draw a clear line... This seems to be the only way." Benoit sighed softly in his heart.

Although the ending of fratricide is heartbreaking, from that guy's point of view, there is really no other way.

Domini didn't speak, but there was an expression of shame on his face, and he didn't know what he was thinking in his heart.

At this time, a representative came to the front of the crowd and shouted at the arguing crowd.

"You've had enough trouble, just listen to what I have to say. If you really hate the Legion, then sign up to join the army! If you just want to use the right excuse to massacre your neighbors, then I'll tell you. Let’s have fun with the door closed in our hometown.”

"In addition, I will make a proposal to the Congress! Those who join the army to defend the Alliance and those who fight for our ideals will have priority in obtaining Alliance ID cards!"

"This is the fairest way!"

The live broadcast of the protesters continues, but the next part seems to have nothing to do with the Weirant people.

Benoit picked up the remote control and changed the channel.

At this moment, his adjutant Quick walked in from the door.

Seeing the expressionless face of the guy, Benoit subconsciously sat up straight with a fearful expression on his face.

That guy was from the Imperial Guards, and at that time he was the only person he feared in the entire embassy.

In the Triumph City, the Praetorian Guards usually played the role of spokesperson for the marshal.

Outside the Triumph City, they have mastered special communication channels and are the incarnations of marshals.

In most cases they will not interfere with the decisions of the people below.

When they come forward, it is often when they think it is critical.

Domini wisely left his seat, closed the curtains for the two of them, and then left the study.

Looking at Quick sitting opposite him, Benoit asked angrily before he could speak.

"Does our marshal have any instructions?"

Quick shook his head.

"no."

A trace of disappointment appeared on Benoit's face, and he leaned his shoulders on the sofa.

"Then what are you doing?"

Quick looked at Benoit calmly, but suddenly said something that the latter did not expect.

"Some trouble has happened in Triumph City recently."

Benoit was slightly stunned.

"What love?"

Things happen every day in Triumph City, and it is impossible for him to know every detail.

Especially recently, the situation between the Alliance and the Southern Legion has been enough to make him anxious, and he has no time to care about what is happening at the rear.

Quick glanced at the clock on the wall and continued in a normal tone.

"Some time ago... probably at the beginning of this war, the Southern Army sent what they considered traitors to Triumph City."

"Pangolin, right? I know that young man..." Benoit nodded and looked at Quirk with even more confusion, "But I remember that this matter should be over, right?"

It was his idea to instruct the Pangolins to meet with Absek, to persuade him to kill Yanush and draw a clear line with the Heavenly King Army and the Southern Army. This was also his response to the Southern Army's plot to seize Sisail Port.

This plan directly led to the birth of Borneo.

As for the Southern Army being angry and supporting puppets to invade fiercely, that is another matter.

Benoit still remembered that Gulion put Pangolin in jail and held a court from Evernight Port, intending to label the guy as a traitor and execute him.

In order to fish out the pangolin, he used many connections in the civil service group.

But in the end, the guy had his own way and impressed everyone in the court with his speech in court.

Later, the judge presiding over the case, Shunli Zhang, announced that the case would be transferred to Triumph City for trial.

When we arrived at Triumph City, the so-called trial was basically just a formality.

That area is considered the territory of the civil service group, and the Southern Army Corps cannot yet reach there.

For a small person, if he escaped, he was already on shore.

Looking at Benoit who looked puzzled, Quick nodded and spoke at a gentle speed.

"The case was indeed over. The trial judge acquitted him in court and granted him Triumph City citizenship as compensation for the injustice he had suffered."

Benoit asked, even more confused.

"Then what did you mention him for?"

Quick continued.

"Because many things happened after that, he did not settle down. He has been running for the survivors of Saigon Harbor who supported him and investigating the truth of the Saigon Harbor massacre."

Benoit couldn't help but look moved.

The Saifan Harbor tragedy has always been a lingering haze in his heart.

Although he was not the one who caused this tragedy, the death of more than 3,000 Weiland people was indeed inseparable from him.

It was the wrong decisions of the civilian clique that gave the Southern Army an opportunity to take advantage of the situation, causing more than 3,000 innocent compatriots to be involved in political struggles and sacrificed for innocent people.

It's not that he hasn't thought about investigating the truth of this affair, but it's just that more than half a year has passed since this affair. The truth is actually not important anymore, and even if the truth is investigated, it won't change anything... At least for him It seems so.

What he didn't expect was that the pangolin resident had been investigating this matter.

Looking at Captain Benoit with a moved expression, Quick suddenly smiled in a rare way.

"It's surprising, isn't it? It's time for the Weilant people to need aliens to save them again."

"No...I'm surprised that's not the case," Benoit came back to his senses and smiled bitterly, "but I don't understand why a smart and capable person like him would do such a meaningless thing. ”

Quick: "Pointless?"

Benoit nodded silently.

"Let's be realistic. It's not difficult to investigate the truth, but even if we find out the truth, nothing will change. You and I are both legionnaires. You know what I mean in your heart. There is no point in lying to yourself. "

"Yes, but some people don't think so." Quick lit a cigarette, took a puff alone, and moved to the ashtray to light it. "He gave a total of 51 speeches, sometimes on the street. , sometimes in the court, sometimes in the pub, and also in our landmark building..."

"At first, there were not many people who listened to his speech, only those who loved him and the people of Willant who followed him from Sisail Port to Triumph City... But as he became more and more skilled in this work, His speeches are becoming more and more popular, and more and more people are listening to him, including not only fishermen in the Arctic Circle, but also people from mainland China. "

Legionnaires are not good at speeches.

Civil servants are not good at it either.

In the entire legion body, communication is not a skill that the superiors must master, because in most cases information is conveyed in the form of orders.

It was precisely because of this that when he expressed their feelings on behalf of the Velant people, there was no one who could stand in front of him as an opponent.

It's not easy to hold him down or cover his mouth.

In terms of combat prowess, this guy's experience is legendary, and there are even rumors that he once defeated a Mother Deathclaw in a duel... That's what McClun said.

Not only that, more and more Valantians regard him as an idol and unite around him.

If it were in the legion colony, the local guards might be able to shoot to suppress it.

In a place like Triumph City, if you just pick up a stone and throw it, you may hit several captains of ten thousand or the father of ten thousand captains. No one dares to point the gun at them.

What's more, those who gathered claimed that their rights were recognized by the laws of Triumph City.

In this regard, the Guardsmen, who adhere to ancient principles, are also their allies.

As long as he is in Triumph City, no one can stop him.

Benoit pinched his eyebrows and said tiredly.

"What does he want to do? Lead the people of Triumph City to rebel?"

Quick shook his head slightly.

"If that's the case, he can't possibly convince the survivors of Triumph City to side with him. You should know that."

Benoit sighed.

"Then what did he say?"

Quick said.

"He wants to see the marshal."

Benoit was stunned for a moment and looked at him blankly. He paused for a long time before coming back to his senses.

"Meet...Marshal?"

Can the marshal be able to see him whenever he wants?

That adult has not shown up for a long time.

There is such a reason for making such a big fuss...

etc!

Benoit suddenly thought of a rumor.

It is said that a long time ago, Marshal Julius said this when he last appeared -

"...I hope this is the last time I appear in front of you. You don't have to ask me for my opinion. In that case, our war will never end. Sooner or later, I will be old again."

"When the sun sets, I plan to rest for a while. Don't disturb me unless it is absolutely necessary...for example, the whole city is calling me."

Later, Marshal Julius never appeared in public again, but retired from the glamorous stage and behind the scenes.

He gave the opportunity to young people.

In order to live up to his expectations, and even more so to not disappoint him, his loyal subordinates built a huge settlement in the Triumph City under his feet, and laid down a vast territory outside the Triumph City.

Today, the Weiland people already have countless wealth. Although Triumph City is not as prosperous as Ideal City, they own far more than just a settlement in Triumph City.

If the size of the entire legion is included, the wealth of the ten ideal cities cannot keep up with the total amount owned by the Weilant people. Every Weilant person is extremely proud of the miracle they have created.

Nowadays, people in Vaillant should no longer call his name like a child who needs to be taken care of...

Benoit's Adam's apple moved, and his breathing suddenly became stagnant.

Really not?

Thinking of the survivors in Xifan Port, he suddenly lost his confidence.

Even for a moment, even he himself had the idea of ​​​​feeling something.

Sitting opposite him, Quirk spoke his innermost thoughts in a very soft voice.

"...The whole city is calling his name."

"This is what is happening in Triumph City right now."