This Game Is Too Realistic

Tiandu.

Xilan Imperial Palace.

After living here for a few days, without even seeing the shadow of a soldier, McClun felt a little bored, so he took his adjutant and wandered around here.

The adjutant's name is Aaron, who belongs to the civil service system, has a resume of working in the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and has the military rank of captain. About three years ago, he was sent to Borneo to manage the local interests of the Triumph City Civil Service Group, and his understanding of the situation here was almost the same as that of the locals.

When passing by a side hall of the palace, McClun saw a group of young men and women dressed in luxurious clothes surrounding a sand table.

The sand table was about ten square meters, and there were some wooden chess pieces placed on it. They were all tigers, leopards, jackals, birds, and animals with teeth and claws, and they were pushed by two servants holding long poles.

McClun couldn't help but be curious when he saw this and asked.

"This is?"

"Wargame."

"...Where are the soldiers?"

"The beasts on the chessboard are soldiers, snakes eat rats, eagles eat snakes, lions and tigers, both are afraid of elephants, cattle under the scorching sun are omnipotent, mice in the dark are invisible..." Seeing McClun's weird look, Aaron smiled and pointed out, "Don't underestimate this thing. It actually embodies the political philosophy and spiritual world of the survivors here."

After a pause, he continued.

"In addition, a standard chessboard has to be twelve square meters, and the total weight of the chess pieces is six tons. It is not something that most wealthy people can't afford. As for the assessment chessboard set up under the steps of the side hall of the palace, it is even more incredible. It is enough. Thirty-three hundred square meters, a total of one thousand human-sized chess pieces. I have been here for so many years, but I still haven’t figured out how to play that thing.”

"Assessment?"

"The main purpose is to select some military talents."

McClun's brows twitched and he couldn't help but ask.

"They use this thing to select generals?"

"Partly yes, at least a six-ton ​​chessboard can eliminate quite a few poor people."

"Where's the remaining part?"

"This is about our contribution," Aaron continued with a beaming expression. "We recovered some of the equipment left by the expeditionary force in Luoxia Province through the outlet of Silver Moon Bay, and it only cost less than 3,000 yuan. Wandinar helped them build a professional army, and this army is now the trump card of the entire Borneo Province."

When he heard the word expeditionary force, the corners of McClun's mouth twitched involuntarily.

While they were talking, a group of noble disciples gathered in front of the chessboard also noticed the two people passing by and stopped their discussion.

One of the young men who seemed to be of high status came forward, nodded respectfully and said.

"Good afternoon, Mr. McClung."

McClun looked at the greasy-faced guy.

"Who are you?"

Seeing this Weiland man talking to him, the man's face suddenly showed a happy expression and he continued.

"I am Manish, the second son of the Saisang family. I have long heard of the general's reputation. I wonder if I can discuss the skills of using troops with you."

Aaron whispered next to McClun.

"He is the champion of the last big exam and a direct disciple of Prince Dilip. If you are interested in their war games, it would be a good idea to ask him to teach you the rules."

McClun glanced at the young man, suddenly grinned, said nothing, and walked away with his hands behind his back.

Seeing this, Aaron quickly followed behind him.

However, the nobles were not offended by the rudeness of the Wilante people. Instead, they felt happy, especially the young man who came forward to ask for advice.

"He just smiled at me." Manish turned around and showed off to his companions.

All the young men and women in front of the sand table smiled and sent compliments.

"General McClun must have seen the shadow of a five-star captain in you!"

"Sir Manish, you will definitely become a better general than your teacher." A young girl wearing an emerald green dress with brown curly hair in braids

Mother held her hands on her chest and said with shining eyes.

Listening to the compliments from all his friends, Manish smiled, raised his hand, and pretended to be humble.

"you flatter me."

"Prince Dilip and I are still far apart..."

…

The corridor of the side hall.

Aaron, who was chasing behind McClun, said helplessly.

"Can't you treat them a little better? They are our nominal friends after all, and if you want to see your army as soon as possible, it is actually a good idea to have a good relationship with these princes and nobles. That wizard Tuo has been consciously cultivating the military qualities of the royal family’s children.”

McClun said with an indifferent expression.

"I'm just communicating with them in the way they like. Didn't you find that they respect me more when I do this?"

At first, he also reflected on whether he had gone too far.

Especially when he thought about the survivors in the River Valley Province who died generously for their leader without hesitation, he was shocked in his heart.

Only by respecting others can you gain the respect of others. Perhaps the Weirant people's attitude towards other races is indeed a bit too arrogant.

However--

There's no point in doing it here.

Everyone here is thinking about how to use the authority in their hands to the extreme, and at the same time seek to make up for the dignity trampled by the superiors from those with lower status than themselves. He saw with his own eyes that a duke made an appointment with a count's wife in person at a dinner party. The count, after smiling and sending the two of them into the funny sedan, turned around and took the hand of another baroness. .

The entire Tiandu palace is like a connected centipede. Some people are obviously wearing clean and tidy clothes, but they are filthier than those who have no clothes.

Although he himself was not a good person, the thought of joining this centipede made him no longer interested at all.

He had never been so stoic.

At this time, the communicator worn on Aaron's wrist suddenly flashed. He immediately took out his headphones and put them on, then his expression changed.

McClun was about to ask what happened when he saw the familiar and thick beard walking quickly towards this side surrounded by a group of servants.

It was completely different from when they first met. His angular face was full of panic, his stumbling steps were like stepping on a single-plank bridge, and only confusion and panic remained in the sunken eye sockets.

Sure enough, he was right. It was the cruelty and cunning of the strong man on the outside.

Before Aaron could say his greetings, the emperor of the Xilan Empire spoke first.

"General, save me!"

Looking at Wu Tuo who was holding his arm tightly, McClun took half a step back in astonishment.

"What's wrong with you?"

Wu Tuo let go of his hand and hurriedly arranged his appearance, but he still couldn't hide the panic in his eyes. His eyes wandered for a while and then he said.

"...Let's talk in another place."

…

Moving from the side hall to the meeting hall in the backyard, Wu Tuo finally explained the entire incident clearly.

In fact, he concealed some things when describing what happened at first, such as downplaying the cause of the incident, exaggerating the brutality and rudeness of the alliance after landing at Golden Gallen Port, and being unreasonable in response to the ceasefire agreement, etc... ...

However, Aaron has his own intelligence system in the local area, not to mention that many people in the Gray Wolf Army were trained by them, so he naturally understands what is going on.

Of course, the whole story is never the most critical thing. What really matters is how to solve the problem.

Looking at the frightened emperor, Aaron coughed slightly and tried to comfort him.

"Please don't panic, Your Majesty. I roughly understand what happened...The Alliance's reaction was indeed a bit out of line."

"Out of line?!" Wu Tuo's eyes widened and he punched the armrest of the wooden chair angrily, "Jinggallen Port is our most important seaport on the east coast, where millions of imperial sons live.

civil! You actually called this outrageous! "

McClun played with the tea cup on the table and didn't look at this person at all.

This guy can still sit here and yell. It seems that the alliance does not have plans to expand the scale of the war. Naturally, he is not as worried as he was when he first came here.

If this guy pulled him to run for his life, he didn't know whether he would panic or not.

Aaron, who was sitting next to him, spoke to comfort him.

"Don't get excited yet, Your Majesty... drink some tea and calm down first."

He knew that what this guy was worried about was not the millions of livestock that could survive by eating dirt, but the gold stored in the port.

Five hundred million dinars is indeed not a small amount of money.

However, the possibility that the money is still in the port is very small. There is no point in getting angry about what has been lost. It is better to find ways to do something meaningful with the money that has been spent.

For example, paying compensation.

At least in his opinion, it was absolutely impossible for the empire to make a comeback with its current strength. The harder it struggled, the harder the opponent's hand on his throat would become.

Wu Tuo picked up the tea cup and took a sip, then placed it heavily on the table, as if he was venting his last breath of anger.

Seeing that the frequency of the rise and fall of his chest had slowed down, Aaron slowly explained the words he had prepared.

"First of all, please accept this ceasefire agreement."

The meeting hall fell silent.

There was silence between the three of them.

McClun raised his eyebrows and glanced at Aaron, then withdrew his gaze and silently played with the teaspoon next to the tea cup.

Wu Tuo stared at Aaron blankly, then glanced at McClun who didn't look at him at all, then looked at Aaron again and said.

"...Where is your army?"

Aaron took a sip of tea to moisten his throat and said softly.

"Each legion has its own battle plan. They hate unexpected arrangements. It's easier to invite them than to send them away."

Wu Tuo stared at him with wide eyes.

"Aren't we the closest friends?!"

Aaron looked back at him in surprise, as if wondering why he would ask such a question.

"Of course we are, Your Majesty, so we provide you with a solution to the problem instead of letting things develop in the worst direction... The Marshal does not want this regional conflict to turn into a full-scale war, and you do not want to see it either. Those people should put all the aircraft, tanks and artillery on the shore. With all due respect, they are actually much more restrained than they were in Luoxia Province."

"But, Golden Gallen Port..." Wu Tuo was so anxious that he almost cried. He squeezed the armrests of the chair tightly with both hands, like a child who had his toys taken away. "If we retreat a hundred kilometers, they will have to move forward even further." What should I do if I move forward?!"

General McClung, who had been silent until now, suddenly spoke.

"You don't have to worry about this. They will retreat, at least to the port. But based on what I know about them, I'm afraid they will make some small moves, just like they did in the Falcon Kingdom."

Aaron looked at McClun curiously, as if he didn't know what was going on there.

"for example?"

McClung said casually.

"At that time, they established a citizens' autonomous committee to check and balance the power of the nobles. It is very troublesome to explain. Just ask Captain Cohen. He took over the position of General Klass. He is now the governor of Luoxia Province."

Aaron continued to look at Wu Tuo, who had a desperate look on his face. He just seemed to be planning to use McClun's mouth to say something.

"You have also heard that it is unrealistic to expect the Alliance to withdraw honestly. No matter how many times they flush the shit they pulled out, they will never be able to wash it away. My suggestion is... to set up a buffer zone in Golden Gallen Port and preserve their shit. ***, but keep them out of the empire, so at least you can avoid the filth they leave behind to impinge on your authority.”

After a pause, Aaron looked at the ashen-faced Emperor and continued.

"Of course, we understand the importance of Golden Gallon Port to you. The empire's financial support

Depends on the gold contributed by that port, but gold is not the only valuable thing. If you don't mind, we can help you build a similar port on the west coast of Borneo Province, which is closer to the City of Triumph, and even assist you in developing some heavy industries that the empire lacks... Of course, in order to make the plan go better, We need some local autonomy in decision-making. "

Wu Tuo looked at him and said in a daze.

"...What's the point of this? What I need is an army, not a craftsman."

"I know what you need is an army, and that's what we give you," Aaron said with a smile. "Do you know why the Alliance can rely on hundreds of people to chase you around? Because they have you. What they don’t have...their factories can produce rifles and cannons in batches. As long as you also have factories, you are no worse than them."

To be honest, there are already enough slaves in Triumph City, especially those Wilantes who have recently returned from the east after suffering a defeat and are also thinking about how to live a better life.

After all, no matter how fast the slave fan is, it can't keep up with electric fans and air conditioners, and physiological needs are something that can be easily satisfied.

Although the legion also has some factories that produce consumer goods in addition to the factories that produce weapons, because they account for a very low proportion of the total industrial output value, the cost remains high. It is mainly consumed by officers, and it is difficult to be like the ideal city. Benefit everyone.

It might be a good idea to let Borneo help solve some of the low- and mid-range industries.

There are both resources and manpower here. Even if the price of consumer goods in Triumph City can be reduced by 1%, the interest group behind him can make a lot of money.

By the way, it can also arm this weak-minded little brother a little, which can be said to be a happy event for everyone.

Wu Tuo fell into deep thought.

After a long time, he loosened his fingers from gripping the armrest and nodded hesitantly.

"I will think about it……"

Aaron knew that he was already moved, but such a big matter had to be discussed with his officials and relatives for a while.

But what constructive advice can those yes-men give?

The most they could do was help him polish the grammar of the edict, and change the way a very embarrassing thing was said so that it didn't look so embarrassing.

So he said patiently without any hurry.

"We are waiting for your good news... But to be honest, other things can be slow down first. It is better to deal with the ceasefire agreement as soon as possible. You are already at a disadvantage and cannot be reversed in the short term, so the longer it is delayed, the better it is for them."

Wu Tuo nodded slightly, stood up and left the meeting hall.

That back figure looks so lonely.

The room fell silent.

Looking at McClun sitting dumbly aside, Aaron's serious face showed a smile and he leaned back in the chair comfortably.

"We didn't do anything, but we got as much as our opponents."

Seeing that the nominal commander was speechless, he continued proudly.

"What do you think I'm saying? If you want to have a good relationship with them, you must never be more anxious than them."

McClun coughed slightly as a reminder.

"But Bicester Town is at least outside the Falcon Kingdom, and we haven't lost an inch of ground."

Aaron shrugged and said with a smile.

"Who cares, they are not our vassals, they are just our friends."

…

Bad news always travels faster than good news.

Within a few days, the news of the Gray Wolf Army's frontline defeat spread back to Tiandu, causing panic throughout Tiandu.

Some people say that the entire Gray Wolf Army was captured, while others say that those captured were actually a team of 10,000 people, while the remaining four teams of 10,000 people were still capable of fighting.

But no matter what, this group of greyhounds completely disgraced the royal family and fought the stupidest battle with the most expensive equipment.

General Alaya also changed from a god of war respected by thousands of people to a clown that everyone spits on. Some wolf boys and girls angrily turned him into a clown.

The promotional images were thrown out of the house, but were picked up by some rat and snake tribesmen and used as clothing materials.

The rumors became more and more outrageous. I don't know who said that the Alliance people planned to go up the river and fight all the way to Tiandu. This really frightened many people. The gate of the settlement was crowded with escaping horse-drawn carriages and bullock carts.

Fortunately, His Majesty's edict was issued in time, calling back those losers who swarmed outside the city, and clarified all the rumors.

[...Due to climate reasons, the bandit suppression was not going smoothly. The Gray Wolf Army was allowed to turn 100 kilometers westward and re-establish a defense line in the mountains and forests east of the City of Thousand Pillars. It was necessary to dig deep trenches and build extensive bunkers for solid defense.

In addition, the Tiger Army and the Black Panther Army will bring 100,000 troops to the front lines from the north and south respectively, and form a three-sided pincer attack with the Gray Wolf Army to encircle the enemy.

Currently, there is a raging banditry in Golden Gallon Port, and the people of the empire are not allowed to go there unless necessary. 】

The edict seemed to say everything, and it seemed to say nothing, but in the end it still made two points clear - the "enemies of the empire" would not continue to advance westward, and an army of 300,000 was already on the front line, ready to attack at any time. The enemy dealt a devastating blow.

The upper-class citizens and nobles knew a little bit about what happened, and His Majesty's smart decision led to the alliance's revenge.

As for the middle and lower class citizens and most of the poor, they use the term "Iron Man" to refer to the enemies from the sea, and their attitudes are also strangely different, some are curious, some have nothing to do with themselves, but most of them are mainly curses. .

Originally, it was just His Majesty and the nobles he had conferred on them, but now, there is another "iron lump" weighing on His Majesty's shoulders.

The sequence of dignity and inferiority has been extended one step further, and people who were originally humbled to the dust can only look down on themselves even more.

However, in Golden Gallen Harbor, it is a completely different style.

The nobles and citizens welcomed and fawned over these "iron men" to the extent that even the "iron men" felt embarrassed.

As for the poor people, they are more conservative.

Except for those who were paid to dig trenches, demolish houses, and lead the way, who secretly rejoiced and lined the streets to welcome us, the rest of the people, in addition to fear and flattery, were more indifferent and indifferent.

People who eat dirt are still eating dirt, nothing has changed. Those who can eat a few meals of beans are complaining about the increase in feed prices. The price of a pound of black beans finally broke ten despite hesitation. Life is getting harder and harder...

…

"Wasteland OL" official website.

Today the forum is as lively as ever.

Since the mutant slime mold mother nest in Qingquan City was solved, the slime community meeting has made more and more progress under the auspices of the managers, and with the ice sea city in the far north and Yunxia in the far east With the establishment of two save points in the city, many players have tasted the sweetness of map reclamation and brought the distant stories and information there back to the official website.

But compared to the bits and pieces of what they saw on the road, the big news the Burning Corps made in Borneo was naturally much more exciting.

Five hundred people conquered a settlement with a population of over one million. The population of this settlement was almost greater than the total population of the alliance combined!

As usual, today it is Brother Fang who brings a new day of fun to the friends who are moving bricks, dusting, laying down books, and painting ruins in the valley province.

Fang Chang: "Telegram from the imperial capital! They promised to retreat a hundred kilometers, but they also mentioned that more soldiers would be sent to the front unless we completely withdraw from Borneo. In addition, they asked us not to leave Golden Gallon Port, either return to the sea or stay in the settlement, this is their bottom line, otherwise the temporary ceasefire agreement will be invalid. As for the specific ceasefire agreement, it will be negotiated and signed by Duke Galawa who is in Dawn City."

Quit smoking: "What the fuck?"

Tails: "Ouch!?"

Ye Shi: "Good guy, are these guys so brave? (Funny)"

Elf King Fugui: "Can you bear this?!"

Irena: "I would never be able to bear it. Let's fuck them when the airport is under construction! (Funny)"

Post

Dozens of floors were built in an instant, and the entire forum was filled with a happy atmosphere.

A small number of people commented on their awesomeness in the posts, but most of them were encouraging them to fight all the way west to Tiandu and capture the old emperor alive.

There are also some people who are not satisfied with just watching the fun and want to join in the fun at the front.

Carrying an umbrella but not a knife at midnight: "Tiezhi guys, do you need mercenaries? The garbage I raise is so edible. (Crying)"

Debt-eyed: "Brother, look at me. I didn't raise that mentally retarded thing. I mainly wanted to help the local survivors who were suffering. (Funny)"

Picking up trash level 99: "???"

I want to say quietly: "Just be human beings. (Sweat)"

Fang Chang: "Calm down, we are civilized people and we still have to abide by the rules. We know how to fight and where to hit."

Commander Quanshui: "Actually, I think it's okay even if you don't abide by the last one. They can't see it anyway. If they do, they probably pretend they didn't see it. (Squinting smile)"

That was more like a harsh word to help the empire regain face.

Just like the previous "notification letter".

Lao Bai: "We think so too, but we don't plan to cause trouble for the time being. Golden Gallen Port is now in ruins, and there are ruins everywhere from the Governor's Palace to the Klaba Market in the north of the city. We plan to rebuild part of the city and purchase new buildings. Some industries and so on, and then support a local force to take over the municipal government and police agencies... This is currently being done by Brother Fang Elder, and I don’t know much about it. Interested professional life players can ask him about it. (Baring teeth) "

Fang Chang: "Well, the land characteristics of Potato Port are not suitable for the development of industry. The maintenance cost of industrial facilities is too high. However, the planting industry can obtain growth acceleration BUFF, especially some tropical and subtropical crops. From local residents According to the feedback, the growth is promising. Therefore, we adjusted our original plan and planned to put the second production in Jingallan Port, while focusing on the development of the first production along the Baiyue Strait."

Save someone under the knife: "Good guy! The DNA has moved! (Funny)"

Ward's athlete's foot, Levin: "Do you need us to build a Laiyang branch?"

Lao Bai: "We must welcome you. There are a lot of minerals here, but the electricity bill is probably a bit expensive. (Baring teeth)"

Borneo is rich in mineral resources. The large amounts of garbage generated by the de-urbanization movement more than two centuries ago are either rusted and weathered, or buried in the soil or mountains.

Resources will not disappear out of thin air, they will just exist in another form. For example, "mines" similar to those in the Red River Alliance are everywhere in Borneo.

In addition, the local area has abundant human resources. Although the education rate is a bit low, some labor-intensive industries do not actually require high education thresholds.

Fang Chang: "...heavy industry is not in a hurry. We plan to start with the textile industry first. I checked the import and export accounts of the port. Textiles themselves are one of the main export goods here. There is no shortage of raw materials or employees. Production equipment It can also be purchased in Boulder City and Dawn City, and it’s not too troublesome to transport it through Silver Moon Bay.”

Fujito: "I guess there's a shortage of electricity there, so I'm afraid we have to use a pedal sewing machine... Do we still have that thing here? (Doubtful)"

Ye Shi: "That must be there. Why are the prisoner-of-war camps electrified? The city of Auroville has just replaced kerosene lamps with electric lamps just a few months ago. (Funny)"

Sisi: "Ahem, although I am not an expert, I think it is better for you to consider the food problem of the locals first. The fertile soil of Golden Gallen Port is mostly used to grow cash crops such as cotton, sugar cane, and spices. The local people's staple food mainly relies on the inland port of Yongliu River to be imported from the western plains... If this continues, they may have to eat dirt every time."

Tails: "Oh! Tails thinks so too! That dirt tastes so bad, it almost sent me away last time. ("-Д-;)ゞ"

Quit smoking: "Damn it, have you tried it?!"

C is really a mosquito: "Irena: I lost. (Funny)"

Irena: "I'm so angry, but I feel like I've lost if I refute now. (Funny Angry Only.jp

g)》

Elf King Fugui: "Hahahaha."

Fang Chang: "We will pay attention to this issue. In the past two days, we have discovered that the price of beans has generally increased. At this stage, we are considering importing some grain from Silver Moon Bay to solve the short-term problem. In the medium and long term, part of the economy in the plantation will be reduced. It should be feasible to change the crops to corn fields or rice fields."

Mole on the run in the canyon: "By the way, what about the more than 10,000 prisoners? What are you going to do with them?"

Fang Chang: "What I am about to say next is that the empire hopes that we will return those people as soon as possible, for the sake of the more than 10,000 families behind them. However, we plan to postpone the release of the prisoners until the ceasefire agreement is officially signed. During this period We may arrange for them to do some work, such as the Kraba Market renovation project, etc. We can’t support so many people in vain.”

Commander Quan Shui: "Reeducation through labor is indeed a good idea. Maybe we can let them take some things home. (Funny)"

Fang Chang: "I hope so, but to be honest, I don't actually have high hopes for the local people's consciousness. The few guys worth training are all warlord-like talents. They can take a step forward spiritually. If you can reach the early stage of Boulder City, you will be a pure plunderer if you step back, and let alone assimilate them, if you stay there for a long time, you may become like Big Eyes and lose all your integrity."

Debt-eyed: "Damn it, you were shot even while you were lying down?"

Tails: "I understand! Go tell Dolly now, and then take advantage of the situation and take away the lovely Miss Dolly! v(°V°S)"

Sisi: "???"

Fang Chang: "Haha, if you can do it, just try it. I'm quite confident in myself... By the way, Ah Wei, where are those people you released from the port area before? Is there any way to contact them?"

Tails: "Oh, Sis left a radio for them. If they don't break it, it should be fine! By the way, do you have anything to do with them?"

Fang Chang: "Well, we would like to have a chat with them."

While the players were chatting in a lively manner, Chu Guang, who was sitting on the B4 floor of Shelter 404, drinking Coke and looking at the screen, his face was also filled with relief and emotion.

A long time ago, when the corps system first came out, he envisioned allowing players to use the corps as a collective to spontaneously spread the fire of civilization.

Although what they are doing is still a bit rusty, and their motivations and starting points may not be completely consistent with their own, it is still the same.

He knows very well that it is undesirable to want and want at the same time. The result of being too controlling and wanting everything is often getting nothing.

He only expects one thing from these players, and currently they are doing a very good job and are improving little by little.

Chu Guang stretched out his index finger happily and rubbed Xiao Qi's little head.

"Yes, my son has become successful."

Xiaoran: "......???"