This Game is Too Real

   Tiandu.

  Xilan Imperial Palace.

   Lived here for a few days, and didn't even see the shadow of the soldiers. McCollen felt a little bored, so he dragged the adjutant around here.

  The name of this adjutant is Aaron. He belongs to the civil service system and has experience working in the Ministry of the Interior. About three years ago, he was sent to Borneo Province 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.

  Passing by a side hall of the palace, McCollen saw a group of young men and women in luxurious costumes surrounding a sand table.

  The sand table was about ten square meters, and there were some carved wooden chess pieces on it, all of which looked like tigers, leopards, wolves, birds and beasts with their teeth and claws open, and they were pushed by two servants holding long poles.

  Maclun couldn't help being curious when he saw this, and asked.

"This is?"

"Wargame."

   "...where are the soldiers?"

"The beasts on the chessboard are soldiers. Snakes eat mice, eagles eat snakes, lions and tigers, both of them are afraid of elephants, cattle under the scorching sun are omnipotent, mice are invisible in the dark..." See McLenne had a strange look on his face, and Aaron smiled and pointed out, "Don't underestimate this thing, it actually reflects the political philosophy and spiritual world of the survivors here."

   Paused, he continued.

"In addition, a set of standard chessboards has to be twelve square meters, and the total weight of the chess pieces is six tons. It is not common for wealthy people to play. As for the chessboard for assessment under the steps of the side hall of the palace, it is even more terrible. 3,300 square meters, a total of 1,000 chess pieces that are as tall as a person, I have been here for so many years, but I haven't figured out how to play that thing."

   "Assessment?"

   "It is mainly to select some military talents."

  McLen's brows twitched, and he couldn't help asking.

   "They use this thing to select generals?"

   "Partly yes, a chessboard weighing at least six tons can eliminate quite a few poor ghosts."

   "What about the rest?"

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

  Hearing the word expeditionary force, the corners of McLenne's mouth twitched unconsciously.

   While talking, a group of noble children surrounded by the chessboard also noticed the two passing by, and stopped discussing one after another.

  One of the young men who seemed to be of high status came forward and said with a respectful nod.

   "Mr. McLenne, good afternoon."

  McLen sized up the greasy-faced guy.

"Who are you?"

   Seeing this Willant talking to him, the man suddenly showed a joyful expression, and continued.

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

  Aaron whispered beside McCollen.

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

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

   Seeing this, Aaron quickly followed behind him.

  A group of nobles did not feel offended by the rudeness of the Willant man, but were delighted, especially the young man who came forward to ask for advice.

   "He smiled at me just now." Manish turned to show off to his companions.

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

   "General McClenn must have seen the shadow of a five-star ten thousand commander in you!"

   "Sir Manish, you will definitely become a better general than your teacher." A young girl in an emerald green dress with brown curly hair braided clasped her hands in front of her chest and said with bright eyes.

  Listening to the compliments from all his friends, Manish smiled and raised his hand, pretending to be modest twice.

"you flatter me."

   "I'm far from Prince Dilip..."

  …

  The corridor of the side hall.

   Aaron, who was chasing after McCollen, said helplessly.

"Can't you treat them a little better? They are our friends in name anyway, and if you want to see your army as soon as possible, it's actually a good idea to have a good relationship with these princes and nobles, that witch Tuo has been consciously cultivating the military literacy of the royal family's children."

  McLen said indifferently.

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

  At first, he also reflected on whether it was a bit too much for him to do so.

  Especially when he thought of the survivors who generously died for their leaders in the River Valley Province, he was shocked.

  Respect for others is the only way to gain respect from others. Perhaps the attitude of the Willant people towards other races is indeed a little too arrogant.

However-

  It makes no sense to do 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 who are lower than themselves. He saw with his own eyes a duke asked a countess's wife face to face at a dinner party, and after the count smiled and sent the two of them to the ridiculous sedan chair, he turned around and took another baroness's hand .

  The entire court of Tiandu is like a connected centipede. Some people who wear clean and tidy clothes are dirtier than those who have no clothes.

  Although he himself is not a good person, but when he thought of joining this centipede, he lost all interest.

  He had never been so ascetic.

  At this time, the communicator on Aaron's wrist flickered suddenly. He immediately took out the earphones and put them on, then his face changed.

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

  It was completely different from the first time we met. His angular face was full of panic, his stumbling steps seemed to be stepping on a single-plank bridge, and there was nothing but bewilderment and panic left in the deep-set eye sockets.

   Sure enough, he was not mistaken, it was the cruelty and cunning of the outside world.

   Before Aaron could open his mouth to greet, the emperor of the Xilan Empire spoke first.

   "General, save me!"

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

"What's wrong with you?"

  Wu Tuo let go of his hand and hastily adjusted his appearance, but still couldn't hide the panic in his eyes, and said after moving his eyes for a while.

   "...Let's talk about it elsewhere."

  …

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

  In fact, at the beginning, when he stated what happened, he was somewhat concealed, such as downplaying the cause of the incident, exaggerating the brutality and rudeness of the Alliance after landing in Jin Gallon Port, and unreasonably making trouble 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, the real key is how to solve the problem.

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

   "Please don't panic, Your Majesty, I have a general understanding of what happened... The alliance's reaction is indeed a bit out of line."

"Extraordinary?!" Wu Tuo's eyes widened, and he punched the armrest of the carved wooden chair angrily, "Golden Gallon Port is our most important seaport on the east coast, and there are millions of imperial citizens living there! How dare you Call it outrageous!"

  Maclun was playing with the teacup on the table, but he didn't look at him at all.

  This guy can still sit here and yell. It seems that the alliance really has no plan to expand the scale of the war, so he is naturally not as worried as when he first came here.

  If this guy pulls him to escape, he can't tell if he will panic.

   Aaron, who was sitting on the side, spoke to comfort him.

   "Don't get excited, Your Majesty... have a sip of tea to calm down first."

  He knew that what this guy was worried about was not the one million livestock that could eat dirt to live, but the gold in the port.

  500 million dinars is indeed not a small sum.

  However, it is very unlikely that the money is still in the port. It is meaningless to get angry about what has been lost. It is better to find a way to use the money that has been spent to do something meaningful.

   For example, paying reparations.

  At least in his opinion, it is absolutely impossible to make a comeback with the current strength of the empire. The more he struggles, the harder the opponent's hand on the throat will be.

  Wu Tuo picked up the teacup and took a sip, placing it heavily on the table, as if to vent his last breath of anger.

  Seeing that the frequency of his chest rising and falling has slowed down, Aaron slowly made his prepared words and confession.

   "First, please accept this ceasefire agreement."

  The chamber fell silent.

   There was no sound among the three of them.

  McLen raised his eyebrows and glanced at Aaron, then retracted his gaze and silently played with the teaspoon next to the teacup.

  Wu Tuo stared blankly at Aaron, then glanced at McClen 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, and it is easy to invite them to come, but it is difficult 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.

"Your Majesty, of course we are, so we provide you with a solution to the problem instead of making things develop in the worst direction... Your Majesty Marshal does not want this regional conflict to turn into a full-scale war, and you do not want to see Those people put all the planes, tanks, and cannons on the shore, and with all due respect, they are actually more restrained than they were in the Luoxia province."

"But, Jingalun Port..." Wu Tuo was on the verge of tears, holding the armrests of the chair tightly with both hands, like a child whose toy has been robbed, "If we retreat a hundred kilometers, they will make further progress. what to do?!"

   General McClenn, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke.

   "You don't have to worry about this. They will retreat, at least to the vicinity of the port. But based on my understanding of them, they may make some small moves, just like they did in the Falcon Kingdom."

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

"for example?"

   McCllen said casually.

   "At that time, they set up a civil self-government committee to check and balance the power of the nobles. It was very troublesome to explain. You can ask Mrs. Kornwan. He took over the position of General Klass, and now he is the governor of Luoxia province."

  Aaron continued to look at the despairing Wu Tuo. It seemed that he was just planning to say something through McLenne's mouth.

"You have also heard that it is unrealistic to expect the alliance to withdraw honestly. No matter how many times they are flushed, the **** they pull will not be washed clean. My suggestion is... to set up a buffer zone in the Golden Gallon Port to retain their sovereignty , but keep them out of the empire, so at least you can avoid the dirty things they leave behind to impact your authority."

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

"Of course, we understand the importance of the Golden Gallon Port to you. The empire's finances depend on the gold contributed by that port, but gold is not the only valuable thing. If you don't mind, we can go to a place closer to Triumph City On the west coast of Borneo, I will help you build a similar port, and even assist you in developing some heavy industries that the empire lacks...Of course, in order to make the plan work better, we need some local decision-making power.”

   Wu Tuo looked at him and said in a trance.

   "...Does this make any sense? What I need is an army, not some artisans."

"I know what you need is an army, and that's what we're giving you," Aaron said with a smile on his face. "Do you know why the Alliance can chase you around with hundreds of people? Because they have you Things that don't exist... 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 servants in Triumph City, especially those Wilanters who have recently returned from the east after a defeated battle are also thinking about how to make their lives better.

   After all, no matter how fast a slave can fan a fan, 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, but because the proportion of the total industrial output value is very low, the cost remains high. It is mainly consumed by some officers, and it is difficult to be like Ideal City. Benefit everyone.

  It may be a good idea to ask Borneo Province to help solve some low-end 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, I can also arm this bad-minded little brother a little bit, so everyone is happy.

  Wu Tuo fell into deep thought.

   After a long time, he let go of his ten fingers that were tightly 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 answerers give?

  At most, they helped him modify the grammar of the imperial edict, so that a matter that was embarrassing at first could be said in a different way, so that it would not be so embarrassing.

  So he was not in a hurry, and said patiently.

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

  Wu Tuo nodded slightly, got up and left the meeting room.

  The back looks so lonely no matter how you look at it.

  The room fell silent.

  Looking at McClen who was sitting dumbly aside, Aaron showed a smile on his serious face, and leaned back on the chair comfortably.

   “We did nothing, but we got as much as our opponents.”

  Seeing that the titular officer was speechless, he continued to speak triumphantly.

   "Look at what I said? If you want to have a good relationship with them, you can never be more anxious than them."

  Maclun coughed lightly as a reminder.

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

   Aaron shrugged and said with a smile.

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

  …

  Bad news always travels faster than good news.

   Within a few days, the news of the gray wolf army's defeat on the front line spread back to Tiandu, causing the entire Tiandu to panic.

  Some people say that the entire gray wolf army was captured, while others said that the captured team was actually a team of 10,000 people, and the remaining four teams of 10,000 people still have the strength to fight.

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

General Aryan has also changed from a **** of war admired by thousands of people to a clown spit on by thousands of people. Some wolf boys and girls angrily threw his propaganda portrait out of the house, but some rat people and snake people picked it up Used as a material for clothing.

  The rumors became more and more outrageous. I don’t know who said that the Alliance’s people planned to go up the river and fight all the way to Tiandu, which really frightened many people. The gate of the settlement was crowded with fleeing horse carts and ox carts.

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

  【...Because of the weather, the suppression of bandits is not going well. The gray wolf army is allowed to turn westward for 100 kilometers, and rebuild the defense line in the mountain forest east of the city of thousands of pillars. It is 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 people to the front lines respectively in the north and south, and form a three-sided attack with the Gray Wolf Army to encircle the enemy.

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

The edict seems to say everything, and it seems to say nothing, but in the end it still makes two points clear-the "enemy of the empire" will not continue to advance westward, and the 300,000 troops are already on the front line, ready to fight against the enemy at any time Army dealt a devastating blow.

  The upper-class citizens and nobles more or less knew what happened, and His Majesty's smart decision-making caused the alliance to retaliate.

As for the middle- and lower-class citizens and most of the poor, they use "iron men" to call those enemies from the sea, and their attitudes are also strange and different. Some are curious, and some have nothing to do with them, but most of them are cursing. .

   Originally, it was His Majesty and his canonized nobles who were riding on top of them. Now that they are all right, there is another "iron bump" on His Majesty's shoulder.

  The sequence of honor and inferiority has been postponed to the bottom. People who are already humble in the dust can only look down on themselves even more.

   But in King Gallen Port, it is a completely different style of painting.

  The nobles and citizens welcome and flatter these "iron men" to such an extent that even the "iron men" feel embarrassed.

  As for the poor, they are more conservative.

  Except for those who dug trenches, demolished houses, and took money when they led the way, they were secretly delighted and greeted along the way. Apart from fear and flattery, the rest of the people were still more indifferent and indifferent.

   Those 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 the price of feed. The price of a catty of black beans finally broke through ten in hesitation. Life is getting harder and harder...

  …

   "Wasteland OL" official website.

   Today's forum is as lively as ever.

Since the settlement of the mutant slime mold brood in Qingquan City, the slime body conference has made more and more progress under the auspices of the administrators, and with the Ice Sea City in the Far North and the cloud under the Far East With the successive establishment of two archive 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.

  However, compared with the bits and pieces of information on the journey, the big news that the Burning Corps made in Borneo Province is naturally more exciting.

  Five hundred people brought down a settlement with a population of one million.

  The population of this settlement is almost larger than the total population of the alliance combined!

  As usual, today is still elder brother Fang, bringing a new day of fun to friends who are far away in the river valley provinces moving bricks, dusting, copying books, and relics.

Fang Chang: "A telegram from the capital of the empire! They promised to retreat a hundred kilometers, but at the same time they also mentioned that they would send more soldiers to the front line unless we completely withdraw from Borneo province. In addition, they asked us not to leave Jin Gallon Port, either return to the sea or stay in the inhabited area, this is their bottom line, otherwise the temporary ceasefire agreement will be invalidated. As for the specific ceasefire agreement, it will be discussed and signed by the Duke of Jarawa in Dawn City."

  Quit smoking: "What the hell?"

  Tail: "Huh!?"

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

  Elf King Fugui: "Can this be tolerated?!"

  Irena: "I can't bear to change it, the airport is repaired and **** them! (Funny

  The post reached dozens of floors in an instant, and the entire forum was full of joy.

  A small number of people were making a fuss about their posts, but most of them were fighting, encouraging them to fight all the way west to Tiandu, and capture the old emperor alive.

   There are also some people who just want to go to the front line to join in the fun.

  Midnight with an umbrella but no knife: "Iron Juice, do you need mercenaries? The garbage king I raised is too edible. (Crying

  Big Eyes of Debt: "Look at me, brother, I don't raise that mentally handicapped thing. I mainly want to help the survivors who are suffering in the local area. (Funny

   Picking up trash level 99: "???"

  I want to quietly: "You guys be human. (Khan

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

  Commander Quanshui: "Actually, I think it's okay even if you don't obey the last one. They can't see it anyway. If they see it, they probably don't see it. (Squint-eyed smile

  That was more like a ruthless sentence to save face for the empire.

   Just like the previous "information letter".

Lao Bai: "We think so too, but we don't plan to make troubles for the time being. The King Gallon Port is now full of chicken feathers. There are ruins everywhere from the Governor's Mansion to the Klaba Market in the north of the city. We plan to rebuild part of the city and purchase Some industries or something, and then support a local force to take over the municipal and police agencies... At present, this is what Fang Zhang is doing, and I don’t know much about it. Interested life professional players can ask him. (Show teeth)”

Fang Chang: "Well, the land characteristics of Potato Chips Harbor are not suitable for the development of industry. The maintenance cost of industrial facilities is too high, but the relative planting industry can get the BUFF of accelerated growth, especially some tropical and subtropical crops. According to the feedback from the company, the growth rate is gratifying. Therefore, we have adjusted the original plan, intending to put the secondary production in Jin Gallon Port, and focus on the development of the primary production along the Baiyue Strait.”

   Keeping people under the sword: "Good guy! The DNA has moved! (Funny

  Ward's beriberi Levine: "Do we need to build a Laiyang branch?"

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

  Borneo Province is rich in mineral resources, and a large amount of garbage generated by the de-urbanization movement more than two centuries ago was either rusted and weathered, or buried under the soil layer or the mountain.

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

   In addition, there are abundant human resources in the local area. Although the education rate is a little low, some labor-intensive industries do not actually require a high education threshold.

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

  Fujito: "It is said that there is a shortage of power resources there, I am afraid we have to use a pedal sewing machine... Do we still have that thing here? (Confused

  Ye Shi: "There must be. What electrification is going on in the prisoner-of-war camp? It has only been a few months since Shuguang City replaced kerosene lamps with electric lights. (Funny

Siss: "Ahem, although I'm not an expert, I think it's better for you to consider the food of the local people first. The fertile soil in Port King Gallen is mostly planted with cash crops such as cotton, sugar cane, and spices. The staple food of the local people mainly relies on the inland port of the Yongliu River to import from the plains in the west...if this continues, they may have to eat dirt."

  Tail: "Oh! Tail thinks so too! That soil is so unpalatable, it almost sent me away last time. (`-д-;)ゞ"

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

  WC really has mosquitoes: "Irena: I lost. (Funny

  Irena: "Although I'm very angry, I feel that I will lose if I refute at this time. (Limited to funny anger.jpg

  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 risen. At this stage, we are considering importing some grain from Yinyue Bay to solve the short-term problem. In the medium and long term, part of the economy in the plantation Changing the crop to corn or rice should work."

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

Fang Chang: "I'm going to say that the empire wants us to 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. We may arrange for them to do some work, such as the Klaba market renovation project, we can’t support so many people in vain.”

  Commander Quanshui: "Reform through labor is indeed a good idea, maybe they can't let them take some things home. (Funny

Fang Chang: "I hope, but to be honest, I don't have much hope for the self-consciousness of the local people. The few guys worth cultivating are also warlord-style talents. They may take a step forward spiritually. If you can reach the early days of Boulder City, if you take a step back, you will be pure predators, let alone assimilating them, if you stay there for a long time, you might lose your integrity like Big Eyes."

  Big Eyes in Debt: "Damn it, you got shot while lying down?"

  Tail: "Understood! Now go tell Dolly, and then sneak in and take the lovely Miss Dolly away! ヾ(ゞ

  Sisi: "???"

  Fang Chang: "Hehe, if you can do it, try it. I'm quite confident in myself...By the way, Awei, what about those people you released from the port area before? Is there a way to contact them?"

  Tail: "Oh, Sis left them a radio station, 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 want to ask them to chat."

  While the players were chatting in full swing, Chu Guang, who was sitting on the B4 floor of Shelter 404, drinking Coke and peeking at the screen, was also full of relief and emotion on his face.

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

  Although what they do is still a little rusty, and the motivation and starting point may not be completely consistent with their own, but it is still like that.

  He is very clear that it is both desirable and undesirable. The result of being too controlling and wanting everything is often not getting anything.

  There is only one thing he expects from these players, and so far, they are doing very well, and they are improving a little bit.

  Chu Guang stretched out his index finger in relief, and rubbed Xiaoqi's little head.

   "Yes, my son is promising."

  Xiao Qi: "...???"