This Game Is Too Realistic

In the majestic and strict cement fortress, the spacious and empty main hall, the cold stone steps are covered with red carpets.

This is Norton Castle, located in the center of Norton City, where the captains of ten thousand hold discussions and host the activities of the master of ceremonies and priests.

In the classical national language of Norton Province, "Norton" means conquest.

After the Eastern Army occupied this place, they built this military fortress named Norton in memory of Commander Julius.

Over the next more than a century, this fortress located in Pingshang gradually developed into a large settlement with a population of tens of thousands.

This is not only the oldest military and engineering technical school in the entire legion, but it is also the capital of the Eastern Legion and the place where the entire legion adheres most closely to tradition.

Of course, this is a bit far-fetched now.

At this moment, a group of Wilantes wearing golden armor and scarlet cloaks were holding candles, facing the ten-meter-high statue of handsome Julius, with solemn expressions and speaking in their hearts. Have respect for him.

The golden color and scarlet cloak may not seem very appropriate for the funeral, but it is a unique way of mourning for the people of Weiland, and it is the highest standard of etiquette.

Everything is because of them. Shuai once said——

"There is no need to be afraid or sad about death. It is the final destination of all life."

"If one day I sleep like this, you should put on your golden armor and scarlet cloak, hold a torch high to say goodbye to me, and scatter fresh flowers to me, just like cheering me on in triumph."

Perhaps Julius just said this casually when he was in the mood, but for a long time afterwards, the people of Wilant held funerals like this.

It was not until several fires broke out in the Triumph City that the local survivors combined the torches in their hands with fresh candles and replaced them with hot yet gentle candles.

As for the tradition of wearing gold armor and scarlet cloaks, it has been preserved, and even the amount of gold armor and the purity of gold are very particular.

Generally speaking, the value of the sacrificial vessels used by people is directly proportional to the glory of the person being buried.

It was precisely because of this that almost everyone standing here to mourn Commander Julius was carrying two kilograms of armor.

Without the use of exoskeletons, I am afraid that only people with strong martial ethics and moral integrity can carry such a heavy load.

Standing in front of everyone, Saren, who was wearing gold armor, looked solemn and solemn, and gently placed the pure gold candlestick in his hand on the stone steps in front of the statue.

Up to this point, the ceremony has been halfway through.

Next, the captains came forward one after another and placed the candlesticks in front of the statue to "wake up" for Lord Julius until all the candles were extinguished.

Saren quietly stepped aside and gently moved his shoulders, which were a little sore from the weight of the gold.

At this moment, a confidant walked up to him and lowered his voice.

"...There is no action on the alliance's border, it's still the same as before, but Bicester Town is a little nervous, and troops including the Honey Badger Kingdom have also gathered."

Saren tilted his head slightly and said in a very soft voice.

"Don't pay attention to them, just keep watching the Alliance's actions."

Whether it is Bicester Town or the Honey Badger Kingdom, they are nothing more than ants to the Eastern Legion.

It seemed that the Alliance had guessed what he meant, and indeed had no intention of taking advantage of the situation.

As long as all the troops are transferred to the east, the changes in Triumph City will not be affected by interference.

By then, they will be able to become independent and even maintain a good relationship with their old club, Triumph City.

After all, that was the place where the Weiland people started their expedition, and he didn't want to make the relationship too tense with the guys from his hometown.

No civil war.

To all parties, this is the best outcome. After all, many people in Weiland still regard Triumph City as their spiritual home, even many captains under his command do the same.

Although it was inappropriate to smile at a funeral, the corner of his mouth could not help but curl up into a smile.

Sure enough, it's always a pleasure to play chess with smart people.

The confidant standing aside lowered his voice and continued.

"One more thing...the Southern Legion sent an envoy."

Saren said casually,

"Let him dry for a while."

The confidant hesitated for a moment and continued in a low voice.

"But...he is the envoy of the commander of Tyr's army. He brought an instant messaging device and claimed that he represents Tyr himself."

Upon hearing this, Saren sighed impatiently.

"Let him wait for me in the side hall."

The confidant said respectfully.

"yes."

…

In the hall on one side of the castle, a travel-worn messenger was standing not far from the door.

Seeing the commander of the Saren Army walking in from the door, he quickly bowed and saluted.

Then, Saren strode up to him without even looking at him. He directly grabbed the silver tray from his hand, pressed the button and threw it on the cabinet aside.

A light blue light appeared in the room, and soon a powerful figure appeared not far from him.

That is the holographic image of Tyr.

Looking at Saren, who was wearing golden armor, Tyr was obviously stunned for a moment.

"What are you doing?"

Saren opened his arms and said matter-of-factly.

"As you can see, I am mourning Commander Julius with my brothers from Triumph City. I would like to ask you what you are doing."

Seeing his calm and calm expression, Tyr couldn't help but feel a surge of anger in his heart.

This guy is still in the mood to hold a funeral!

Now not only the alliance and enterprises, but also the Great Rift Valley follower Free State have declared a state of war with the Southern Army.

Ben watched as the Eastern Legion finally hardened up and dispatched the combat troops to Falcon City in the east of the desert. He thought things had finally turned around, but after waiting for a long time, he didn't see any further action from these guys.

Those troops were like decorations, which made everyone in the Southern Army happy in vain.

However, thinking that he was asking for help after all, Tier suppressed the anger in his heart and just asked in strong terms.

"Is now the time to do this?"

Saren looked at him with a smile, his eyes were full of interest, as if he were looking at a funny clown.

In the past, he would still have to pretend to maintain decency between the two parties.

Now, the two sides are no longer on the same level.

He was about to open his mouth to ridicule this guy, but unexpectedly, the commander of the Tire Army spoke before him.

"Listen... our legion is facing an unprecedented threat. The city of Triumph has fallen into the hands of foreigners. Our brothers and sisters are trapped in the quagmire of war. If we continue to harbor dissatisfaction at this time, no one can save us. we--"

"It's just that there is an extra alien consul. It scares you. Is this a big deal?"

Saren interrupted him with a mocking laugh and continued slowly.

"As for the quagmire, could it be that I pushed you into the quagmire?"

Tyr's eyes widened.

"you!"

"That's enough, Tyr. I know what you're thinking, but I won't be fooled by you."

Saren had a disappointed expression on his face and had lost interest in him.

"Let me not talk about my friends in the New World. Let me ask you. Ten thousand steps back, I marched forward, captured the Triumph City, and restored your so-called orthodoxy. Will you admit that I am the leader of the legion? ?”

Tire was speechless for a moment and was about to speak, but was stopped by Saren who raised his hand.

"You don't have to answer me. You know the answer very well in your heart. It's not just you, but also the friends in the New World and the friends in the north... There is only one handsome man, and that is Jius, and now he is dead, Not anymore."

After a pause, he added another sentence in a cold and emotionless tone.

"Legion, it's history."

Drag him into the water?

Don’t even think about it!

At the same time as he said these words, he walked to the cabinet and closed the silver-white disc.

The light blue holographic beam quickly shrank into a line, and then disappeared from the empty room.

Throwing the thing back into the hand of the messenger, Saren scolded him impatiently when he saw that the latter didn't move for a long time.

"What are you waiting for here? Are you waiting for me to treat you to dinner? You will go back to where you came from."

"yes……"

The messenger lowered his head unwillingly, but finally turned around and left.

Watching the messenger leave, Saren couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth with a trace of ridicule, but soon he frowned again.

Something's not quite right.

This guy doesn't look like the Tyr he knows...

At least in his impression, Tire was not the kind of guy who would bow his head and beg for help.

Don't even talk about bowing your head to ask for help.

That taciturn guy actually had the patience to reason with him. It sounded like the sun was rising in the west.

But Saren didn't take it too seriously. After all, people always change. Maybe that guy was really pushed into a hurry?

After gently stretching his sore shoulders, he walked back to the main hall of the castle with his head held high.

Ten thousand men and women came forward one after another to complete the ceremony.

I saw bright candles swaying under the giant statue that was more than ten meters high.

The funeral has already entered its second half.

When the candle flame was extinguished, they had completely sent away the heroic spirit of Lord Yousius.

In the end, Saren did not squeeze out a few fake tears as Chu Guang guessed.

However, he still put away the smile on his face and walked under the statue with a compassionate expression.

This is the last moment.

"Infinitely glorious Lord Yosef, thank you for giving your people endless bread, milk and land. We will remember your teachings and move forward with the loyalty and bravery you taught us as always..."

"As the first emperor and prime minister of the Eastern Empire, I will shoulder the mission that history has given me."

"May your heroic soul be eternally peaceful in the Glory Academy——"

"Your children will always remember you."

…

The declaration of independence was not limited to the Eastern Legion - or the newly established Eastern Empire.

At the same time that the City of Triumph announced that it would hold the funeral of His Majesty Marshal Yousius in three days, the Northern Army and the Western Army also declared their independence one after another.

The former established the Northern Empire and supported Commander Walter as the emperor, while the latter established the New World Federation, in which the citizens' assembly and the tribunes unanimously appointed Pompey, the commander of the Legion, as prime minister and "first citizen".

[So far, the legion has existed in name only, and the land of more than 30 million square meters has been broken into several pieces, but among those unspeakable and loyal captains, not even a few of them miss it] No one can find it.

After all, their allegiance has always been to one person, Yushuai Shuai.

Even Marshal Yousius was relieved in his last words, and naturally they had no reason to continue to persist.

What's more, after so many things happened, they have long been fed up with this awkwardness of appearance and separation.

Although there has been no further action in Triumph City, judging from the preliminary agreement reached by the consuls and various factions, it seems that it is only a matter of time before the "Vailante Alliance" is formally established.

[The only one that didn’t move at first] seemed to be the Southern Army.

Apart from condemning the "Triumph City Traitors", the Southern Legion authorities never took any action.

Obviously, they were so focused on the gambling table of Borneo that they had no idea that things would develop like this, let alone that the other three legions would be put down so decisively and thoroughly.

Now, they are the only ones left on this racing train...

At the same time, on the west side of the mighty blue waves of the Borneo Sea, pitch black landing ships were being escorted by the South China Sea Alliance Fleet and sailing towards the west side of the Borneo Sea through the waves!

The troops that were filled with landing ships were none other than the Enterprise's 100th Mountain Division.

They are one of the few combat elites in the company who have participated in the Torch War before.

Now that the Southern Army's nuclear bomb launch has completely touched the ideal city, even the directors of the Endpoint Group, who sit on the far left on the board of directors, will no longer talk about peace being the most important thing.

They will use the most thorough method to make those grinning beasts surrender!

Shaking in the cabin.

Sitting on the seat, Tang Feng was adjusting the exoskeleton armor on his body, trying to establish a connection with the three individual drones on the backpack behind him, and tested whether the data port was normal.

Since the battle with the Torch Church, the Council has further upgraded their equipment.

Now they are not only armed but also turned into complete war machines!

It is no exaggeration to say that in the past they had to set up their guns and aim, but now they can kill their opponents with just a thought!

Of course, this is only theoretical, and any situation can happen on the battlefield.

Sitting next to Tang Feng, a soldier chewing gum couldn't help but grin.

"I never thought that one day we would fight against friends who we fought side by side with in the past."

Tang Feng didn't speak, but the team's machine gunner intervened.

"There are some differences between the Southern Army and the Eastern Army, right?"

Another young man sitting across from everyone said.

"Like the Alliance and the South Sea Alliance?"

The soldier on the side said with a smile.

"Haha...the difference between the two is not that big."

Everyone chatted about one thing or another, dispelling the depressing atmosphere in the cabin.

At this time, an officer stepped into the cabin and interrupted the conversation of the young men.

"It is precisely because we have fought side by side that when our friends fall into the swamp, we have to reach out and pull them out of the mud pit."

One soldier smiled and raised his hand.

"You're right, sir, but I just want to ask, why can't they get out on their own?"

"Because if we wait any longer, we will be covered in mud by them. Next time you interrupt, remember to report it, otherwise I will let you swim through here."

The officer gave the talkative guy a hard look, then looked at the young men in the cabin, and continued shouting in a loud voice.

"Forgive me, boys, for chatting nonsense. [So far, the Alliance's Jungle Corps and the First Division of the Valantian Expeditionary Force have broken down the defenses in the Yongye Port area and secured the landing dock for us!"

"They used one division to withstand the counterattack of five divisions for us. These guys are a bunch of ruthless people, but now it's time to switch to the real ruthless characters!"

"You have only one mission! Immediately after landing, turn on your battlefield guidance system and cooperate with our self-propelled armor to advance along the offensive route! Advance! Advance again—!"

"䮍㳔Send those demons back to hell!"