This Game Is Too Realistic

As soon as the front foot returned to the camp, Benoit's smiling face immediately fell down, and he squinted his eyes and threw a sentence at the guard who was following him.

"The slaves who just came out of the camp to watch the excitement will be rewarded with fifteen lashes each."

The guard nodded and was about to carry out the order when he suddenly remembered something and asked again.

"Where's Ms. Cistile?"

Benoit's face darkened even more when he heard the old woman's name.

"Give her thirty lashes!"

Special grandma's.

I can’t take care of the alliance, so I can’t take care of you guys?

When he thought of the way the crowd looked at them, Benoit was filled with rage and wanted to catch the ignorant centurion and beat him up together.

It's a pity that he has a higher status as an officer in the legion and the faction has always been united. Even if the guy is just a centurion, he has no legitimate reason and it is not easy to attack.

As for slaves, there is not so much fuss.

At this moment, Benoit suddenly thought of something and reached out to grab the soldier who was about to execute the order.

"Wait."

The guard quickly bowed.

"Sir, do you have any other instructions?"

Benoit's expression flickered slightly.

"...Remember to close the door."

The guard was stunned for a moment, and then nodded with a subtle expression.

"yes!"

After the order was given, Benoit returned to his camp.

Perhaps the soldier followed his order and tied the tent curtain tightly. As he sat down in the tent, he did not hear the sound of whips or the wails of the slaves.

Benoit was still feeling angry, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt aggrieved. He has also been to some survivor settlements on behalf of Triumph City, but he has never been treated so rudely.

These damn barbarians, with the backing of companies and colleges, dare not take their legion seriously!

It seems that those bastards from the East Expansion faction beat these guys too lightly!

It is worth mentioning that although the Legion's two eastern expeditions failed to move the border line forward an inch and suffered countless casualties, under the overwhelming exaggeration of "City of Triumph", these two expeditions still ended with the Legion's great gains. Victory ends.

Benoit didn't completely believe in "Triumph". After all, his daughter worked there. He had been dealing with the propaganda department for many years and he knew very well how good those guys were at telling lies.

However, he had no doubts about the conclusion of "Triumph". No matter how tough the barbarians east of the desert were, there was no doubt about the Legion's victory.

They would not lose to a group of wastelanders, but the price was a little more expensive due to the intervention of the company, the Great Rift Valley, and the academy.

It is precisely for this reason that His Majesty the Marshal did not hold a triumphal ceremony for those idiots who wasted money and people. After all, there was really nothing to boast about.

At this time, footsteps were heard outside the camp, and then someone shook the bell hanging next to the door curtain.

Looking at the figure at the door, Benoit frowned slightly, cleared his throat and said "Come in."

The door curtain opens.

Seeing the pangolin standing at the door, Benoit relaxed his brows a little, leaned on the chair and said.

"what's up?"

Changing from his usual taciturn image, the warlord looked angry and spoke in a deep voice.

"Sir, why should we bow to them? If they are not convinced, let's fight with them again. Just beat them until they are convinced."

Hearing this stupid statement, Benoit curled his lips.

"You rough guys, you talk about fighting and killing all day long, how can things be so easy! If all the problems are solved with a fight, why didn't you solve the problem last year? We are here to discuss cooperation with them, I’m not here to fall out with them!

Although Benoit used a scolding tone when he said these words, his mood changed after he said them.

Much smoother.

Seeing the sense of superiority hanging on the corner of that guy's mouth, the warlord couldn't help but secretly admire Quanshui who gave him the bad idea.

This guy still has something.

"But... are we just going to tolerate it and let them ride on top of us?"

"It is the Marshal's intention to cooperate with the Alliance on the mutant slime mold issue. Compared to this matter... other conflicts can be put aside for now." Benoit narrowed his eyes slightly and continued slowly, " Of course, these guys are a little too arrogant. I will give them some color and suppress their arrogance, but not now.

The warlord's heart moved and he asked with a sign of joy.

"What are you going to do?"

Benoit glanced at him.

"Don't ask around if you have nothing to do. I naturally have an idea in my mind about how to arrange it. By the way, don't say those words to others, especially Quick.

Quick was his adjutant and only a commander, but many people in the mission were in awe of him, even more than Ambassador Bennot.

Although in the legion, the status of officers is higher than that of civilian officials, it is not to the extent that the captain of thousands is required to salute the captain of thousands first.

Remembering Benoit's fearful attitude towards the adjutant before, the warlord couldn't help but inquire curiously.

"Lord Benoit, speaking of which...what's going on with Quick? Why do you feel so afraid of him?"

"Afraid of him?" Benoit curled his lips and said without hesitation, "That's not true, but his identity is indeed unusual. He is a member of the Imperial Guard."

Having never heard of this term before, the Warlander asked after being stunned.

"Praetorian Guards?"

He had only heard of the Youth Army.

It seems that the alliance's staff officer Vanus came from there.

Not surprised by the warlord's surprise, Benoit said concisely.

"You haven't been to Triumph City, and you haven't heard of that. It's normal. They usually only operate in Triumph City, and they won't leave there without the order of the marshal. Simply put, they are the marshal's eyes. You just need to know This will do.

Although the matter about the Praetorian Guards did not seem to be a sensitive topic, Benoit still seemed not to intend to talk more about it.

That vague attitude aroused a trace of curiosity in Warfield's heart. Just when he was about to take a roundabout way and ask in a different way, Benoit suddenly waved to him, motioning for him to come closer and whisper in a low voice. "By the way, you happen to be here. Go and help me with something."

Seeing that the mission was triggered, the battlefield atmosphere team looked solemn and said immediately.

"Please give me your orders!"

Benoit said softly.

"I heard that the envoys from the Free State are also in Dawn City. Find their location for me...invite them to come to our place to talk."

When the warlord heard this, he felt happy.

Good guy.

Just now he was thinking of waiting until midnight when everyone was asleep before sneaking out!

With the mission of Captain Bennot, it would be easier for him to make excuses now.

Secretly taking note of Benoit's instructions, the warlord nodded in agreement without hesitation.

"yes!"

Benoit nodded with satisfaction and waved his hand.

"Go ahead."

Watching the pangolin pass through the door curtain and leave the spacious tent, Bentno had a faint smile on his face. Although it is not convenient for him to beat the Alliance himself, he can find an ally who also hates the Alliance to do this job for him.

However, at this moment, neither Benoit, who thought that everything was under control, nor a certain young man who walked out of the camp openly and honestly did not notice that a pair of eyes were watching them not far away.

Quik, who was standing at the entrance of the camp, smiled lightly, turned around and returned to his tent...

After leaving the camp, the warlord did not immediately inquire about the location of the Free State envoy, but walked around in the alley.

sure not

After chasing the soldiers, he followed the map he checked on the official website and headed all the way to the nearest player save point.

There is such a facility in all settlements under the alliance, and only players and staff employed by the shelter can enter.

There are not only sleeping cabins for archiving, but also rentable storage spaces, as well as NPC shops selling "restricted equipment".

Equipment with a contribution point threshold is one of the benefits provided to players by the shelter. Here you can even buy a set of power armor for one million silver coins.

If it is really sold at market price, adding retail sales will be considered a bargain. Naturally, it cannot be done by just anyone.

Buy.

Looking at the oncoming battlefield atmosphere team, the staff member on duty glanced at his arm and yawned sleepily.

"...Vault dwellers?"

The warlord nodded.

"ID: Battlefield Atmosphere Group. I didn't bring my VM with me, biometric identification."

The staff member was not surprised at all by the strange-sounding ID, so he skillfully took it out of the drawer.

Dusty iris scanner.

"Look into the camera."

Warlander moved his face closer, his eyes facing the camera.

The signal light jumped twice.

Looking at the six zeros displayed on the screen, the staff member who originally thought it was troublesome suddenly showed a surprised expression on his face.

Affection. Good guy!

Apprentice knight!

Only when the contribution points reach 100,000 can one obtain the contribution level of a trainee knight, and every shelter resident who reaches this level is a hero who has gone through life and death for the alliance!

In just a moment, the way he looked at the battlefield atmosphere team changed from a routine look to a look of deep admiration, and his original sleepiness was also swept away.

"What do you want?"

Feeling a little embarrassed by the passionate eyes, the warlord smiled and said.

"A set of K-10's iron wall and exoskeleton with full protection system, are they in stock?"

"Yes! Please come with me!"

He handed his work station to another colleague on duty, and then the staff member enthusiastically took him to the nearby warehouse.

Following the footsteps of the staff member, the warlord stepped into the warehouse and picked out a K-10 exoskeleton of suitable size to put on.

Standing in front of the mirror, he put on his helmet and made sure that he was covering himself tightly enough. Then he paid the money with satisfaction and left the "Player Service Area"

After passing through the bustling streets, we went straight to the trading post in the north. When the battlefield atmosphere team appeared in the hotel lobby, the players sitting near the bar suddenly became quiet.

I was the darkest person who recognized this guy first.

The brother's eyes widened and he jumped down from the bar stool.

"Fuck! Wear-"

Before the cry of surprise could finish, a gust of wind blew to his lips, pressing the name back firmly.

go. "Damn it! Stop screaming! I'm still on a mission!" The warlord looked panicked.

Cover this guy's mouth tightly.

The big-eyed debtor who walked to the side patted his shoulder with a playful smile and said with a wink.

"What does it matter? Those NPCs can't understand the Mandarin spoken by my blackest brother... To be serious,

What on earth are you thinking? "

Confused by these words, the warlord was stunned for a moment, and let go of the struggling I.

"What do you think?"

The debtor glanced to the side with his big eyes.

The warlord followed his line of sight and saw a girl holding a tray in both hands, standing next to the bar.

Looking at him.

She is not tall, with an extremely small white bridge of nose, long fluffy light brown hair tied in a ponytail, and she looks cute and well-behaved.

She doesn't look like a player.

It looks familiar, but I can't remember where I've seen it before.

Glancing at the smiling brothers, the warlord subconsciously switched to the human language and asked somewhat cautiously.

"……Who are you?"

Hearing the low-pitched couplet with a hint of stumbling, Lisa couldn't help but open her eyes wide, with tears of disbelief swaying in her eyes.

"I...I'm Lisa."

Lisa?

The warlord looked at her blankly. He had never heard of this name, but the more he looked at her, the more familiar she seemed, so he asked in an uncertain tone.

"Have we met somewhere?"

Lisa nodded hurriedly, looking into his eyes intently, her cheeks gradually turned red, and finally she plucked up the courage to speak.

"Yes, it was... back at Fallen Leaf Ridge, when General McClun rewarded you with me and others. So, so, I... I am yours!"

"cough!"

Hearing this powerful speech, Warfield Man almost choked to death on his own spit.

Especially when he caught a glimpse of the spring water from the corner of his eye, and my darkest expression, which made me laugh almost to the point of internal injury, and my toes almost dug through the ground.

Looking at Mr. Pangolin who suddenly coughed for some reason, Lisa quickly went behind the bar to pour a glass of hot water, then hurriedly trotted to his side and handed it to him with both hands.

"Please drink some water."

"Thanks……"

Taking the water glass from the little girl's hand, the warlord brought it to his lips with a look of embarrassment, but it hit the helmet covering his head and splashed himself in the face.

Only then did he remember that he was wearing a fully protective iron helmet, and the mask of the helmet was not removed. "Hahaha!"

Seeing the embarrassing appearance of the warlord, I couldn't hold back my expression anymore and burst into laughter while holding my stomach. Even Lao Bai, who has always been good at managing his expressions, would smile heartily.

Lisa, who didn't notice the reactions of others and could only see pangolins, hurriedly tried to help him take off his helmet, but was stopped by the former gently reaching out his hand.

Looking at the confused expression on Lisa's face, the Warlander, who couldn't stand the looks of those dogs, put the water glass on the bar.

"follow me."

After saying these words, he walked to the wooden door on the side and took Lisa to the yard between the main building and the annex.

There was no one in the yard, and there were no bright lights. There was only a flower bed with some flowers and grass and a row of wash basins for sobering up. It looked very empty.

Looking at Lisa who was looking at him with an uneasy look on her face, the warrior glanced in the direction of the main building of the hotel, took a deep breath and took off his helmet.

"It's not convenient to talk just now. To make a long story short, I am performing a very important mission, Pangolin... Well, that is my code name. When I sneak out, you can just call me Battlefield, that is my real name. "

After holding it in for a long time, he finally had the nerve to say his full name, nor the nicknames other players had given him.

Looking into his eyes intently, Lisa nodded seriously and wrote down the name seriously. "Yes! I remember it."

"Thank you for your cooperation... By the way, are you a survivor of the Fallen Leaf Camp? I just told you that when I saw you, I thought I had seen you somewhere before," Warfield Man smiled sheepishly and continued to ask, "Are you the only one here? Where are the others?" "They are also there, some are still in Dawn City, some have gone to other places and have started a new life..." Lisa whispered, telling him what happened before.

Including the fact that the Stormtroopers soldiers took over the camp after he left that day, including the fact that Grandpa Hook, the owner of the hotel, gave her a job as a waiter, and so on.

After hearing it until the end, the warlord showed a happy smile on his face.

"Yes, I am very happy that you all can live a normal life. This is the best result, and my efforts will not be in vain... What about you? Are you satisfied with your current job?

Lisa nodded her little head vigorously, her cheeks flushed slightly red, and her bright eyes looking up were filled with the moonlight.

"Yeah! Everyone is a very nice person.

You usually take good care of me... and everyone also told me that you have gone on a long journey and it will take some time to come back, but as long as you wait here, you will definitely be able to wait. So, I just... always stayed here.

"Well, what are you waiting for...Ah, if it is the order from that guy McClun, there is no need. You are now a citizen of the alliance and do not belong to anyone, certainly not to me." Lisa looked at the incoherent one. , the warlord explained in a somewhat dumbfounded manner.

To him, that was a side mission a long time ago.

On the way here, he had already seen the Fallen Leaf City on the airship, which was located on the land where they had shed their blood.

People there live a normal life and things are getting better day by day.

At least for him, that expansion pack has come to a successful conclusion.

"It's not because of anyone's orders...

Lisa puffed up her cheeks and was about to speak, but soon seemed to remember something, she buried her raised head and whispered.

"I...I just want to say thank you, thank you for giving me a new life."

The warlord smiled when he heard this and reached out to touch the buried little head.

"You're welcome. We came out of the shelter to do this... This is our job and our mission.

I didn't expect that branch line to have such a follow-up.

It seems that I have unknowingly changed many people's lives.

Looking at the little girl in front of him, Warfield suddenly felt a slight warmth in his heart, something he had never felt in other games.

Maybe it's because this game is too real.

The warmth that touched the depths of his soul moved his heart even more than silver coins and contribution points.

And perhaps, this is what really prompted him to continue that ridiculously long undercover mission without any regrets...

Feeling the warmth on the top of her head, Lisa raised her head slightly, with a hint of reluctance in her eyes, and whispered.

"...Can you come and see me often in the future? I'll always be here."

The battlefield atmosphere team said with a smile.

"No problem! But if you come here often, you have to wait until my mission is over. I might have to go somewhere else after a while.

Hearing this promise, Lisa's face finally burst into a happy and satisfied smile, and she nodded vigorously. "Yeah! We made an appointment! I'll wait for you to come back!"

At this moment, by the back door of the hotel lobby, several heads were gathered together, staring intently at the two people in the dark courtyard.

Eating the melon excitedly, Crow Crow's mouth couldn't stop muttering.

"It can't be done. Brother Battlefield won't be such a beast..."

Teng Teng, whose neck was sore from being squeezed, raised his head helplessly.

"Why do I always feel like you are expecting him to turn into a beast?"

Crow Crow smiled sheepishly.

"Hey, I bet 100 silver coins...but, don't you think this couple is interesting? The lovely Lisa has been waiting for him for a year. This must be true love!"

Seeing this guy's increasingly gentlemanly smile, Teng Teng moved aside with a subtle expression and distanced himself from her.

The debtor clenched his fists nervously and muttered.

"Damn! Why don't you kiss this bitch! He's so cowardly, right?"

Seeing that the silver coins he had bet were about to fly into someone else's pocket, he wanted to reach out and touch that guy's head.

I yawned the most and said nonchalantly.

"So who wins?"

Commander Quanshui smiled and patted his shoulder.

"Haha, it looks like it's a draw! It's time to go, that guy is coming back!"

The crowd gathered around the back door dispersed in a hurry.

Looking at the people who slipped back from the door and sat down, and the two figures, one tall and one short, who came back shortly after, they were sitting at the bar from beginning to end.

Lao Bai couldn't help but smile on his face.

He probably guessed what happened.

Looking at the warlord passing by the bar, Lao Bai said with a smile.

"You're not going back without a drink?"

"No, I still have a mission, and I have to go back to deliver it later."

Stopping next to the bar and watching the petite figure returning to the kitchen, the warlord paused and continued.

"The legion's mission plans to get involved with the Free State. Benoit asked me to ask those people's envoys to talk to the camp... By the way, tell the manager for me and ask him to pay attention to Benoit's adjutant. I heard that this guy is from the Marshal's Guards, probably similar to the Guards Regiment, but I didn't ask for details."

Lao Bai nodded seriously and said softly.

"I'll tell him."

Looking away from the kitchen, Warfield suddenly glanced at the guy sitting leisurely in front of the bar without saying anything.

"That's all. You've been cheating on me for a whole year. Isn't that interesting?"

Lao Bai laughed when he heard this and glanced at him teasingly.

"Don't you think it would be more interesting to discover the easter eggs hidden in the side plots yourself? And even if I tell you that there is an NPC who wants to say thank you, you probably won't have any idea."

After giving this guy a blank look through his helmet, the warlord didn't deny his statement, but just said something casually.

"I'll treat you to this drink next time."

Watching the broad back disappear at the end of the tangle of glasses, Lao Bai slightly raised the oak cup filled with beer towards the door of the hotel and said with a smile.

"I remember it."