This Game Is Too Realistic

In the vibrant province of Baiyue, with the pleasant scenery of Mantou Port, a man wearing a helmet and a helmet is doing welding while sitting on a steel frame one meter high from the ground, working hard.

There are no wars and plagues here, and there are no stupid Tires. There are only the poisonous sun and disgusting mosquitoes and flies. It seems that the province of Batoa, which is in hell on earth, is not separated by an earth, but several light years. The starry sky.

In fact, aside from the wide variety of insects, it is still quite livable here.

The only drawback is that fertile land will inevitably make people lazy and undisciplined.

In just two months, he had forgotten all about his half-year military career, and he no longer thought about "fighting for His Majesty the Marshal" or "fighting for the land under the sun."

After all, that container left such a deep impression on him...

"Drink some water."

A sweet sound came from the side, like the wind blowing through the lawns in the province of Batoya in spring.

Seeing the water bottle being handed to him, Pai wiped the sweat from his forehead and showed a bright and sunny smile to the girl who handed him the water.

"Thank you."

The girl blushed and nodded, muttered something, stuffed a lunch box into his arms, and left in a hurry.

Pai watched her back for a while, watched her stop at the corner of the street and turned back, saw her eyes meet and she ran away shyly, then he smiled and unscrewed the bottle cap and took a sip.

The girl didn't look like a first-class beauty. She was petite and pretty, especially her rosy cheeks that he never got tired of. She was completely different from the girl from home.

And the most important thing is that he can feel that she is a kind-hearted person.

From her face, he could not see any bigotry or hatred, and this kind of simplicity was rare among peers in his hometown.

Her name is Kunna, and it was a coincidence that they met.

Her family ran a grocery store, and he happened to weld an air-conditioning bracket for that household at that time. Later, he used the extra steel to weld an escalator.

The two were similar in age and in their youth, so they became familiar with each other over time.

When she wasn't too busy, she would always come to bring him water. Sometimes she would also bring him lunch that she accidentally made too much and the family couldn't finish it.

Pa Tie is not picky about food either. After all, the food in the prisoner of war camp is fried in big pots, so it would be nice if the chef didn't just make do with it. Naturally, it is not as good as the small stove at home.

What's more, her cooking skills are first-rate.

Later, Pah also learned from chatting that she was from the Bird Tribe and was originally planning to go to Borneo Province. After learning her identity, he couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt in his heart.

Speaking of which, she seemed to be the first Borno he had met in five years.

Now that I think about it, it was really stupid.

Two months ago, he was still in high spirits, shouting slogans along with his superiors, and clamoring impatiently to go to a place he had never been to and kill a group of people he had never seen before.

What on earth turned a young, upright and handsome guy into a beast with teeth and claws.

He had thought about this question many times, and the answers he got were all vague.

Sometimes it was Tyr, sometimes it was himself, and sometimes there were others.

However, although he couldn't figure out what the problem was, he did figure out another thing.

The destiny of a group has always been determined by each individual in the group.

Tyr is not special.

They are never innocent when he leads them by the nose.

The lunch break for most jobs in Mantou Port starts at 11:30 am, lasts until 1 pm, and then continues until 13:30.

And if it is physical work under the sun, the rest time will be one hour longer, extended to 2:30 in the afternoon, while the off-duty time is only extended by half an hour.

Pai usually goes to the port or reservoir area on the coast to sit under a shady spot where the sea breeze blows, and quietly enjoys the lunch that Kunna brings him.

When he got there, the head of their team happened to be sitting there.

The man's name was Ding Ning. He was in his early thirties, a round older than him. It was said that he came from a small place called Mafu Town in Jinchuan Province.

Unlike the officers in the prisoner-of-war camp, these bosses are all self-employed businessmen. The relationship with these prisoners of war is not that of superiors and subordinates, but of employment. It is not bad to get along with them.

Looking at the lunch box in Pali's hand, Ding Ning smiled and said teasingly.

"Then the little girl brought you food again?"

Pao sat down next to him and said with a smile.

"Don't talk like I'm eating someone else's rice for nothing."

Ding Ning said with a smile.

"Hey, is it possible that you paid back the money?"

He did not blush at all after being teased and talked about it eloquently.

"She said she wanted to open a restaurant in the future, but since she only cooked for her family, she wasn't sure what outsiders would like, so I made the decision for her."

"You're calling a hammer to make up your mind," Ding Ning scolded with a smile, patted his shoulder, and suddenly changed into a sincere and sincere expression, "I think that girl is a good girl, don't let her down."

Pai cleared his throat and took on a serious tone.

"You can question my workmanship, but don't question my emotional loyalty."

There is really nothing to say about this.

Ding Ning recalled carefully. He knew that the married couples of the Weiland people lived in harmony, whether they were on the territory of the Legion or the Alliance.

On the contrary, the Borneo people seem to be conservative. After leaving Borneo Province, big changes often occur in their lives and families.

Of course, he didn't know what state they were in when they were born in the Borneo Province. The Baiyue Strait was already the farthest place from home that he had ever been to.

"I read on the news that this war will be fought soon. Have you ever thought about life after leaving the prisoner of war camp?"

Listening to that concerned voice, Pai smiled and said.

"I've thought about it. I plan to save money to open a restaurant. If I have the opportunity, I can bring my father over from the province of Batoya. In the past, he always complained that the neighbors were a group of old men, and staying with them would only lead to rapid changes. Old. I remember he said more than once that he wanted to leave Yate City and drink beer on the sunny beach. He had worked hard for the Legion all his life, and it was time to enjoy life..."

After a pause, he said again.

"This old man is reluctant to give up his retirement benefits and the envy and compliments of his neighbors. Although I don't like Tier, he is still very good at making those old men happy."

Ding Ning looked at him in surprise.

"Your Yate City? Why have I never heard of you talking about it?"

Pa'an smiled and said,

"Didn't I say it? Okay, let's say it now. My home is not Yat City, but also Invalid Army Road... Thanks to my two brothers who died in the battlefield, I moved there when I was very young. After entering, he was recommended to attend the best military academy in Yat City. After graduation, he entered the military camp as a reserve officer. "

Speaking of which, the time at the military academy should be the highlight of his life.

Because of his handsome appearance and bright future, many girls from the same generation had made secret glances at him.

It's just that at that time, he had not been severely beaten by society. He only thought about opening up territories and making achievements, and he never thought about that aspect at all.

Later, after staying in the new military camp for half a year, before he could become a ten-man commander, he muddleheadedly joined the 1,000,000th corps, which was the most frustrating in the history of the Southern Army——

A group of people were packed into a container by the chief and rushed to thousands of people. As soon as they landed, they were picked up in a pot.

This joke has lasted for hundreds of years.

Ding Ning looked this young man up and down and felt that his temperament and appearance were indeed different from other big-headed soldiers, but he did not expect that he was a top student from a military academy.

No wonder he also found a wife while others were working in a prisoner of war camp.

But this guy’s hometown is actually Art City...

Ding Ning was silent for a while and then spoke.

"...I heard that some bad things happened in Yat City recently."

"I've heard about it too." Pa'ao buried his head in his rice and replied casually, not wanting to take up the topic.

That was half a month ago.

Not only does he know it, everyone here knows it.

When they learned from the TV news what was happening in the province of Batoya, and the confessions made by the 1.17 millionth unit and the refugees stranded in the southern part of the province of Wilante, almost all the soldiers had put down their hatred. They all had the urge to pick up a gun.

They wished they could fight back to Art City, take Tire out of his bunker, and ask that idiot why he did such a thing that angered both humans and gods.

Most of the civilians who were driven into the sea were their compatriots, and there might even be their fathers, wives, daughters and children among them...

Some soldiers from the Batoa Province even broke down and cried out.

Although Pa'an wasn't that excited, it didn't mean that he wasn't touched at all.

He just comforted himself and tried not to think about the worst possibility.

After all, his family lives on Rongjun Road, where many senior military officers' families also live.

No matter how crazy Tyr is, he won't be able to attack that street...

Seeing the sudden silence, Ding Ning knew that he had mentioned something that he shouldn't have mentioned.

Touching his nose awkwardly, he was about to change the topic when he suddenly remembered something he had heard from the tenderer.

A month ago, Baiyue Company undertook a new development zone project that included a resettlement area project covering an area of ​​about 30 acres. It was said to be to receive refugees evacuated from the isolation zone in the southern part of Weiland Province.

Most of these residents are from Yate City. They have been in the quarantine zone for a month and have been floating on the sea for nearly half a month. Now they are finally coming to shore.

Half a month ago, the "Survival Daily" in Chips Harbor seemed to mention this incident casually, but because there were too many hot topics, it did not devote much space to publicity.

In his impression, the news article seemed to mention the time when the ship docked, and it seemed to be the same day!

Those who survived from Yat City should know something about the local conditions.

Thinking of this, Ding Ning suddenly became energized and looked at Pa Yi energetically.

"I have good news here, do you want to hear it?"

Pao glanced at him.

"You said it was good news, and you asked me if I wanted to."

Ding Ning smiled mysteriously but did not explain.

"This evening, after you get off work, don't rush back to rest. Go to the dock for a walk."

Pao looked at him confused.

"What are you doing at the dock?"

This guy really doesn’t know what he is doing!

Ding Ning smiled mysteriously at him, but did not explain.

"Don't ask, you'll find out when you go."

Pa Yi rolled his eyes, not wanting to hear him talk about it, but he kept it in mind.

After eating, he took a nap and washed the lunch box when he woke up.

On the way back, he deliberately took a detour and went to Kunna's house. He placed the lunch box next to the mailbox in front of her house and put a piece of paper inside, writing down his praise.

Strictly speaking, it was not a compliment. To him, it was indeed a rare delicacy in the world.

Humming a little tune and returning to the place, he finished the remaining work with numb hands and feet, and got off work on time when the bell rang at six o'clock.

After returning the tools to the warehouse, Pamo remembered what his boss had said, and instead of going back to the barracks to rest, he walked towards the dock.

As he walked along the way, he admired the street scenes on both sides of the road.

Thanks to the hard work of these prisoners of war, this barren wasteland has recently become prosperous, and there is no longer just a bare port.

Under the guidance of engineers from the Alliance, they built self-repairing roads using a cement that was said to be enriched with biomass. Then they opened large and small timber factories and built rows of tropical trees along the streets. A charming detached cottage.

After those houses were built, a group of survivors from Haiyate Province and the South China Sea Alliance soon moved in.

Some of these people sell clothes, some shoes, some hardware and auto-rickshaws, or open bars and restaurants, and the silver coins they previously received from the alliance have finally been put to use.

Yes, the alliance was not joking. It really paid them according to the alliance's minimum wage standards, and it had been paid for two full months from the day they landed, and he signed a contract with a private contracting team. Then my salary increased!

And this is what Pari finds most unbelievable, it seems to him that this is simply crazy!

Crazy is not just that.

Baiyue Company, which is responsible for running the prisoner-of-war camp, not only encourages them to find jobs, but also encourages them to start their own businesses, and provides them with limited liability and guaranteed loans for their business plans!

Apart from not being allowed to leave Mantou Port and not being able to hold guns, there is almost no difference between them and the survivors living nearby. If they rent or buy a house, they can even apply to change from a centralized dormitory to "reporting in once a week" to residential surveillance. , moved outside the prison camp.

The Alliance is not worried about them escaping at all. After all, where can they run with only two legs?

As long as the value created is higher than that of being in a prisoner of war camp, the Alliance doesn't even care whether they do mental work or physical work, let alone where they work.

As soon as Pali learned about the situation, the captain of their army opened a construction company called "Jiandu Kuai". One-third of the land in the newly developed area was built by them, and they built it quickly. Good again.

These guys probably used their experience in repairing trenches and gun towers, but they lived up to their name. The two or three-story houses really grew out of the ground.

Not only the brothers from the army, but also the captain of the centurion team next door was not to be outdone. He led his brothers to open a "Jungle Destroyer" lumber factory. I heard that the business was so booming that he was busy working every day.

As for the name, it probably has something to do with the Jungle Corps that beat them before.

However, the people in the alliance were not so narrow-minded and did not take the name seriously at all. They even ran to take photos and check in under the sign of the factory with a playful smile.

According to Parry's observation, centurion-level officers seem to do well in the sea.

As grassroots officers on the front line of combat, they are strong in execution and prestigious among the grassroots, and the spirit of daring to fight and fight is not only needed on the battlefield, but also needed to start a career.

The only thing that needs to be overcome is Tyr, who has planted a spiritual imprint in their minds.

But then again, here comes a person who can't turn his head around. He has long since fled into the forest to be used as fertilizer. He will not run away to open any company to find another job and contribute to the construction of the alliance.

Compared with those good centurions, those captains of thousands and captains of ten thousand are inferior.

Although many of them have climbed up from the grassroots level, they have been away from the grassroots level for too long.

The alliance did not give them any preferential treatment because of their status as captains of thousands and captains of ten thousand. It may not be easy to adapt to the "class drop" gap.

Moreover, the war is not over after all. Even if the war has reached the province of Batoya, and even if Tyr is gradually becoming the enemy of the world, there is still a question mark as to who will win.

Moreover, even if it ends in a draw, they can still be exchanged as prisoners of war and the Southern Army will continue to serve as their senior officers. Naturally, they will not bother to buy money from the Alliance.

However, Pari felt that this time was very likely to be different from last time.

The Eastern Legion did exchange prisoners of war with the Alliance, but the hatred and scope of the war between the two sides were completely different from each other, and the Alliance at that time did not unite so many people as it does now.

What's more, that eastward expansion was not the overall will of the Eastern Army, but just the remnants of the eastward expansion faction headed by General Klass's old team. Both sides claimed victory, which was in line with the interests of all parties.

But not this time.

This war is a collision of systems, in other words, a total war!

Not to mention the series of bottom-breaking measures adopted in the Tyrian War. No one would let him go, not even the Vaillantes themselves.

This time the liquidation may completely reach Yat City...

Regarding the outcome of this war and the Southern Army, Parry was as pessimistic as the container full of shit and urine.

However, he is optimistic about the future of Weiland people.

Although there was an element of compulsion, he did see another possibility in Mantou Port.

If the industrial machines and steel in Ate City were not used to produce equipment that was already in excess, and if the wisdom and physical strength of the Weilant people were not used to serve the will of their superiors but to serve themselves and the people around them, they would㰴You don’t have to go through so many lies and suffering.

He plans to write a memoir of his reflections on this war, which may be able to bring some inspiration to future generations.

At least, no matter what happens, we must prevent them from falling into the same fate as ourselves——

That is, they were put into a container that smelled of feces and urine, and were thrown into a piece of land that I had never heard of before to rot and stink.

Pari knew very well that not everyone could be as lucky as himself. Not only did he land safely and complete the change in his thinking, he also met so many friendly people.

He had 99 teams of ten thousand people before him, and he didn't know how many more he had after him. All of them, without exception, were pushed into a quagmire of greater or lesser extent.

The sound of a steam whistle in the distance pulled Pali's thoughts back from where he had just begun to conceive of his memoirs, and he saw a 100-meter-long passenger ship slowly approaching the dock.

That passenger ship is coming from the west.

Pali didn't know what Ding Ning planned to show him, but he still waited patiently in the square next to the pier.

Not long after, the gangway was lowered from the passenger ship, and each and every passenger and crew member were guided by the dusty passengers and crew members to step onto the port.

Most of them are from Weiland, and their iconic noses confirm their identities.

Not only that, they must have taken a long boat ride, not only carrying bulging luggage, but also holding a thick coat or leather jacket on their arms.

Yongye Port is in the southern hemisphere. It's summer now, so are you coming from Silver Moon Bay?

Or Sails Harbor?

Wrong——

Suddenly, Pari saw two familiar figures from the crowd, and he froze on the spot.

Almost subconsciously, he blurted out and shouted out.

"Dad!? Mom!"

Hearing the shouts from the shore, some passengers raised their heads and looked away when they saw an unfamiliar face.

But two people didn't.

After walking down the gangway, Bazel froze on the spot, looking straight at his son standing at the port, his cloudy pupils gradually filled with tears.

"Enter Marshal Julius..."

With his dry lips opening and closing, he trembled and recited something silently, then dropped the bag and excitedly picked up the crutch in his hand, beating it forward while walking up quickly.

It was the same with the wife next to him. The elderly woman followed the old man closely, even faster than him. She ran towards the son who was running towards him in two steps and stretched out her hands to grab him tightly. He raised his shoulders, as if he was afraid that he would run away.

She pursed her lips and could not say a word, but she seemed to have said many words in one moment.

Looking at his mother, who was many years older than Yinzhong, Pali suddenly had the urge to cry.

He had lived for twenty years and had never shed a tear since he could remember. At this moment, he couldn't bear it anymore.

Panting, Bazel finally walked up and supported his body with a cane. Le E could not close the corners of his mouth.

"Haha... you kid! I know you are destined to die! You will definitely not die!"

"What are you talking about, old man!" The old woman glared at her husband fiercely, then turned her soft eyes to her child, and reached out to touch his face, "The Tire people said you met You got into a shipwreck and told us to express our condolences. Your father and I didn’t expect to see you again... No matter what, it’ll be alright..."

Looking at the two haggard old men, Pari sniffed and choked.

"Mom, Dad... I've made you suffer."

The old woman smiled and said in a very soft voice.

"Your mother and your father have no grievances. We are both fine. It's just that your father was unlucky. The boat capsized and fell into the sea. Fortunately, Captain Mallock fished him out and he landed ashore. I also caught a cold, which caused my benefactor to be quarantined. "

Pali had seen a report on the cold medicine on TV, and it seemed to be a "killing agent".

At first the news said it was targeting the Virant virus, but later it was discovered that aliens could also be infected.

Even some awakened people were caught.

"Is dad okay..."

The woman said with a smile.

"This old man even thought about where to bury himself, but thanks to the people from the Alliance Biological Research Institute and the Academy, your father has survived."

Although specific drugs have not yet been developed, as long as the treatment is timely and the immunity is strong enough, there is a certain chance of recovery.

Given that old Bazel is 79 years old, his recovery can only be attributed to the blessing of Marshal Julius...

"That's great..." Pali was so happy that he couldn't help himself. For a moment, he didn't know what he said.

Seeing that his recovered son not only did not lose a hair, but even grew stronger, Bazel always had a smile of great joy on his face.

"How are you doing here? I heard you..."

Meeting his father's gaze, Pari quickly explained.

"I'm living a good life. The alliance didn't make things difficult for us. They also arranged work for us and allowed us to build our own homes... Although we were restricted to move around the prisoner-of-war camp, they didn't treat us very strictly. we."

Old Bazel occasionally looked at him in surprise, then glanced at the neat streets and rows of single-family huts behind him, and couldn't help but ask in disbelief.

"These...are you all building this?"

Seeing his father's surprised expression, Pali couldn't help but show a touch of pride on his face.

"Yeah! We built the road connecting the port and those houses ourselves!"

Worry was written on the woman's face, and her index finger rubbed her son's face repeatedly, feeling distressed.

"Then you must have suffered a lot...you are all tanned."

"Hey, what's so hard about this," Pari said with a smile, "It's just work, at least the Alliance doesn't want our lives, but working for Tyr may not necessarily..."

Speaking of Tyr, a ball of fire burst out in his heart, and he wished he could cut that guy into pieces.

However, now is not the time to think about that guy.

Seeing his parents reunited after a long absence, Pari took a deep breath and said in a pleading voice.

"...Dad, Mom, don't talk about me for now. I've been worried about you all these days. I'll take a day off to take you around here."

Worried about embarrassing his son, old Bazel quickly spoke out.

"Don't be so troublesome. You should be busy. Behave better in the prisoner of war camp and try to get out as soon as possible... The days ahead are still long. Your mother and I have already planned to leave Batoya Province, and we will stay here in the future. ”

Pari said with a smile.

"What's the trouble? I haven't used this month's leave yet."

Bazel looked at him dumbfounded.

"You guys are still on vacation?!"

Is this still a prisoner of war camp? !

Pali said with a smile: "That's not it... By the way, do you have a place to stay? I will help you deliver your luggage first, and we will talk slowly during dinner later..."

It seems that the world has really changed.

Seeing his youngest son who had subtly regarded himself as a member of the alliance, Bazel couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Maybe the future won't be as bad as he thought.

Even if the Southern Legion is completely defeated and the legion's final orthodoxy is ruined in the hands of Tire, the Vaillant people will not disappear from this world. At most, they will change to a more normal way of life.

The moment he figured it out, he suddenly felt that the whole world became brighter.

The regret of not being able to attend the funeral of Marshal Julius, as well as the displacement and hesitation along the way, all became insignificant at this moment.

This is his harbor...