This Game Is Too Realistic Chapter 768: If you want the grass to grow well, you must first set it on fire

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Office of the Governor of Port Kingallon.

One person is sitting on a chair with great dignity, and the other person is pacing back and forth in the office with an anxious look.

There are two cups of tea on the low table, one is still hot and the other is cold and untouched.

Lasi looked at Jodu, who was holding his chin in deep thought and didn't reply, and couldn't help but cursed.

"...Can you please stop **** around? If you don't feel dizzy, I feel dizzy just looking at it."

Jordu glanced at this guy, then looked out the window, sighed heavily and shook his head.

Seeing that this guy wanted to say something but didn't, Lacy's brow twitched fiercely.

"If you have something to say, just say it."

Jodu finally spoke.

"General, does he know why Mr. Fang Chang transferred you from the front line to the rear?"

Lasi picked up the tea cup and blew on it, and responded with a neither salty nor bland sound.

"Know."

Jodu's eyebrows beat hard, and he continued to ask while holding back his temper.

"Then why are you so impatient?"

"Impatient? Oh, the empire killed my compatriots and slaughtered my relatives. You ask me why I am so impatient?" Lacy raised his eyebrows, but his eyes narrowed into slits, and two eyes were shot at him, "I'm here Every time I spend a day here, I don’t know how many people are broken up and killed!”

"I will never forget what happened at Camp Lowell, and that was just a speck of ash on these four million square kilometers of land! A piece of grass! I tell you, I wish I could chop them up right now. The emperor's family! They demolished a thousand pillars in the city of thousands of pillars!"

Yodu wanted to say something else, but Lacy interrupted him.

"You are a member of the Snake Clan, and many of your compatriots died on Shifeng Mountain and in the Wasteland of Weifu. You have read the survivors' daily report. That kind of death cannot even be called cannon fodder, but that idiot Wu Tuo is Not only did he not reflect on it, he was overjoyed and planned to continue sending people to that hellish place to die. Before you advise me, you might as well think about your compatriots——"

"Enough!"

Jordu suddenly roared, interrupting Lacy's chatter.

His chest rose and fell, and his face, which was full of sophistication, smoothness, and forbearance, showed a rare hint of loss of control.

A pair of eyes stared at Laxi. He wanted to go up and grab the guy's collar, but he held back.

"I'm really worried about you! You're such a short-lived ghost. You don't know what's going on in the north. It's true that those idiots are your compatriots, but those guys are not even as good as the feudal lord's army. , what’s the difference between going there and dying?”

Lasi showed a hint of surprise on her face, but she didn't feel offended at all. She just didn't expect that this usually quiet guy would have such a straightforward side, so she burst into laughter.

"What a joke! A turtle with a shrunken head can live a long time, so why should I be a turtle? You laugh at my short life, and I laugh at you that you live a long life. Hey, I will regard this short-lived ghost today!"

Jodu didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Seeing that he was about to leave after drinking the tea, he went up to him and poured half a cup of tea for him before stopping him.

"My general, my ancestor, you should also consider the actual situation——"

Lasi pouted: "What's going on in the north that I don't know better than you? Don't forget that the battle report is sent to my office first! I'm thinking about it with the first-hand battle report. Isn't it better than you alone who are looking at the second-hand battle report? Are there a group of people? The more I watched, the more I watched the pig-headed stupidity, the angrier it became. I was so angry that I drank bottle after bottle!"

As he spoke, he seemed to remember those battle reports again, and suddenly started gritting his teeth.

Jordu sighed.

"But what will happen if you leave, General?"

Lasi said without hesitation.

"The Resistance Army is incompetent, but I am not incompetent! I, the Yue Clan, are even less incompetent!"

Jodu couldn't help but said again.

"What if we lose?"

Lasi Dandan said.

"It's just death."

The room became quiet.

Jordu looked at him blankly, thinking that the short-lived ghost just mentioned was a joke, but he didn't expect him to be serious.

This guy really put his life on the line...

His Adam's apple moved, and he silently picked up his tea cup and saluted the general.

"I didn't expect you to be so aware. I'm disrespectful."

"Don't worry, you're sending me off for a while. I'm not dead yet." Laxi clinked glasses with him and said with a grin, "But even if they die, I will take them to death. It's better than half-dead cowards like them. In the end, they didn't bring down the emperor, but they chilled the hearts of the young people in Borneo. I'm really unhappy!"

While the two were talking, footsteps were heard outside the office door, and a young man opened the door and walked in.

"Mr. Jodu, telegram from Dawn City."

"What did the telegram say?" Before Jodu could speak, Lacy had already stood up and asked.

The young man glanced at Jodu cautiously and saw the latter nodded before continuing.

"Mr. Fang Chang said...it's accurate."

Lasi showed an expression of ecstasy on her face, laughed a few times, and raised her hand towards Jodu.

"Farewell!"

After saying that, he walked out of the door like the wind, without stopping for a moment, leaving only Jodu and the young man behind.

Looking at the direction Lacy left, the young man glanced at Jodu again, and asked hesitantly after a moment.

"Mr. Yodu...is this really good?"

He is from the Horse tribe. Although he was not a noble before working as a civil servant in the city hall, he was also a person who helped the nobles, so his family was quite wealthy.

For people like Lacy, his mood can be said to be both admiration and fear, with a hint of disgust.

I appreciate it because the old nobles and gentlemen are afraid of this guy. They are also afraid because this guy is indeed not a good person, and he is moody and cruel.

As for the dislike, it's probably also a bit jealous.

It was the city hall that led the locals to build railways, subways, and renovate Gaocheng areas. However, the majority of middle- and lower-class civilians admired Lacy more, who was so ruthless that he even killed his own people.

Compared to Jodu, Lacy's prestige among the people of Kingallen Port is much higher.

If it weren't for the fact that he had no interest in being the mayor, it would be difficult for the respected Mr. Jodu to compete with that guy...if he didn't resort to tricks.

"Maybe Mr. Fang Chang has his own judgment." Yodu was silent for a long time and sighed softly.

After being the "acting mayor" for so long, he has felt the difficulty of Mr. Fang Chang to some extent.

Most of the time, what he has to do is not to choose the best of two reliable options, but to choose the lesser of two evils from two unreliable options.

Should we extinguish the flame that finally ignited, or should we let the fire burn and see what can be burned...

He felt that if he were in Mr. Fang Chang's position, he might make the same choice.

Actually, that guy isn't that bad. A guy who makes it clear that he wants to be an emperor and a warlord is better than Chalas from the Northern Federation who shouts freedom but becomes the emperor and calls himself the president.

The former has been improved for the time being. At least the young people in Borneo do not yet think that equality is a scourge. It does not matter what Lashi thinks. But the latter is difficult, right and wrong will be reversed, and only a vigorous war or a fire that burns to the extreme can start all over again.

As a reformist, he actually doesn't hate people like Lacy. If you want to rank them in order, this kind of person is always more likable than the royalists, although he can't appreciate them.

"Let's take it one step at a time." Jodu shook his head, returned to his desk, and continued to review the new textbook plan sent by the Educators Association...

On the other side, Lacy, who left the city hall, stopped at the door of the city hall.

He suddenly turned back to look at the King Gallen flag and the Union flag flying in the square in front of the city hall, then took off the officer's hat on his head and placed it on the flag stand with the flagpole standing there.

"If you say you are not allowed to kneel, I will not kneel today."

“On the other day, all the survivors in Borneo Province bowed and made fists instead of kneeling. If anyone dares to kneel again, no matter who kneels on me or who else, I will saw off his grandma’s legs first!”

After saying that, he bowed three times, straightened his back, turned around and left.

On the same day, Kingallen Port City Hall accepted the resignation submitted by Lacy, Director of the Civil Defense Office.

Also resigned were 100 officers and soldiers of the militia.

It is said that Lacy returned to the military camp that day and gave a speech, and the number of people who submitted their resignations more than doubled.

As for these resignations, the Golden Gallen Port authorities also approved them one by one under the instructions of the Governor's Secretary.

The young men returned the military caps, uniforms and epaulettes issued to them by the authorities, as well as the guns on their shoulders.

From today on, they are no longer the formidable militia, they are just ordinary residents of Golden Gallen Harbor.

But when they walked out of the military camp, they were cheered by the survivors in the entire city of Golden Gallen Harbor.

People gathered in the streets, throwing flowers to them, handing them fruits, and hugging them, as if they were seeing off a group of heroes on an expedition.

When everyone was complaining about the empire's shamelessness, this group of young guys stood up.

Their births are not glorious, their resumes are not heroic, and their ancestors do not have great military exploits, but everyone can see the courage and determination in their eyes that they look at death as if they are home.

The young men walking in the crowd also raised their heads and held their chests high, looking at the people presenting flowers to them, with pride written in their eyes.

This is the only time in my life that I will die without any regrets!

Many of them remember it.

A similar thing happened once, on the day the Empire was defeated.

It's just that those flowers were sent to the Alliance people, not to them who also shed blood.

They are not jealous that the Alliance has robbed them of their glory. After all, they know that it is impossible to defeat the Empire on their own, and their performance is indeed not as exciting as those guys, with hundreds of people chasing tens of thousands of people. The head-hugging rat jumped into the river.

However, even if the residents of Kingallen Harbor take their admiration for the Alliance as a matter of course, there is still some envy in their hearts.

Why don’t they long for recognition from their compatriots?

Why not look forward to those people who have united!

Especially after they learned about everything that happened in Auroville City, Auroville City, Boulder City, etc. through those books and newspapers that traveled across the ocean, the light of longing amplified to the point that it became a kind of New faith.

Miracles are not something you are born with, nor are they something you should have.

The awakening of the residents of Kingallen Harbor began with the "Daily Survivor", and the seeds of their awakening were planted from the moment they fought side by side with those people.

Someone has to take the first step!

Now it's their turn to walk the same path those people once walked!

While the young men were walking forward with their heads held high, Palu, who was transferred from the Port District Police Station to the scene to maintain order, was looking for the leather shoes that had been stepped on.

It cost him half a month's salary to buy it, which cost him more than 900 gallons.

Finally he found it in the corner of the crowd. He jumped forward overjoyed, held it in his arms and let out a sigh of relief.

"Thank you Horse God for blessing me!"

Muttering silently, he hurriedly put on his shoes and walked back to the crowd with his head held high.

He flipped his hands over and gave instructions, scolding a few children who were joining in the fun. When it got dark and the crowd dispersed, he exerted great strength, wiped off his sweat, and walked to the lounge of the nearby security bureau. Take a rest here.

The security bureau was full of young men, and they were all talking about the empire angrily, cursing Wutuo for not treating the Rat Tribe as human beings, and for not treating ordinary people in the empire as human beings.

"Of course it's good to join the Sticky Community! But can't there be another way? Mr. Manager doesn't force everyone to tie their heads to their belts to support the cause of all mankind. Another way is not Is that okay?"

"That's right! You can obviously use the pension from the Nian Community to buy some industrial equipment, and then take some orders from the Nian Community, but this stupid witch has to pay for it with human life!"

“I don’t know where the money is spent!”

"Hey, I hope those boys can win..."

“Many stalls in the Kelaba market have donation points. Owners of dye houses and textile factories are calling for donations. I also went to donate some yesterday.”

"Is it reliable?"

"Why is it so unreliable? The boss of the Assassin Group himself donated one million silver coins! Are those big business people thinking about your money?"

"Hiss...this money is enough to buy a tank!"

It has become a fashion to scold the empire in Kingallen Port. Everyone is scolding, including Palu, who originally missed Nihak. Recently, he doesn't like that outdated thing very much, and occasionally joins in the scolding. Two sentences.

But when it comes to the boys who caused the traffic jam and gave him a lot of trouble, he couldn't be happy.

Can't they just leave quietly at night without making any sound?

Especially those unlucky guys, they almost lost one of his new leather shoes.

But sitting here, he didn't dare to speak out in public, so he just hummed in a low voice.

"Ha, let alone that kind of thing, even giving them power armor is useless... Follow that drunkard Lacy, I'm afraid that all your blood will be wasted."

Baschak, who happened to be sitting on the edge of the crowd, heard the complaint. He looked at his colleagues in surprise and said in disbelief, "How can you say that to them?"

He is indifferent to things outside of work, but at least he doesn't dislike those guys who dare to take the lead.

It would be beneficial if they really succeeded. At least there would be fewer innocent souls drowned in the Everflowing River.

Seeing someone talking to him, Palu said with a contemptuous smile.

"Do I need to say this? How could that Lacy succeed? A guy who was born as a slave is nothing without the alliance. He still thinks that those people are afraid of him?"

As if he felt that just saying this was unconvincing, he hurriedly added another sentence for fear of missing something.

"And the most important thing is that he has no thoughts."

Bashak couldn't laugh or cry.

"Then, what is that...are we talking about the same thing?"

He thought the old man would say that those young men didn't bring guns when they went out.

Seeing that this boy was indeed young, Palu chuckled and raised the corners of his mouth as he spoke of his family's treasures.

"The gods are just imaginary shackles, and thoughts are the sharp swords that cut off the shackles! It is better to rely on yourself than to rely on the sky and the earth. To get rich, you must rely on your hands and brain. Respecting others is respecting yourself... I'm afraid you didn't read it. Go through the Survivor Daily, how can you be a guard if you don’t even know something as important as thinking! The young man’s style is very problematic!"

Bashak looked at him blankly. He really couldn't remember so much written in the newspaper. He only remembered that the guy from the alliance told him that the rat people could also be guards, and he could learn to read slowly if he was illiterate.

Faced with the old man's reprimand, he felt a burning sensation on his face, and for a moment he reflected on whether he really spoke of equality in his daily work and in his dealings with others.

"Then...do you have that thing?"

Bashak asked this out of guilt, wanting to ask for advice.

But after Palu heard it, the old man who was still proud a second ago jumped up as if his tail had been stepped on.

“How dare you say that I don’t have it, you sly-looking guy! Of course I do! When the alliance first came ashore, I knew that those guys who united everyone would definitely win!”

"Besides, if I hadn't turned a blind eye and let them go ashore, they wouldn't have won so easily. Why don't you think about why I work as a guard in the port area, and you are only worthy of being on Knights Road? A handyman? Guys with long hair are short-sighted, how can you, a hairless guy, be so knowledgeable!"

Bashak stared blankly at the excited old man and took a step back, with some pity but also some fear in his eyes.

What he was afraid of was not that the old guy had really opened his mouth and ruined the lives of those young men. After all, gods did not exist, but that he suddenly thought that the other side of the river was full of such guys.

They were very much like the preface that Mr. Mouse wrote for General Rowell’s biography, and this time the L’s remembered what the alliance had brought, just as they had read about the things that the Wilantes had brought to the Thousand Years. Gnar is really good...

It is not difficult to kill the emperor.

But these people are immortal...

……

Dusk gradually falls, and the night gradually deepens. There is silence and tranquility on the Yongliu River, and the reeds are green and green.

This is an undeveloped wasteland to the northwest of Kingallen Port.

This place was originally called Lucao Slope, but now it is called Dead Man Slope by the locals because all the ghosts who drowned are buried under the reeds.

The residents who left the settlement saw him off all the way here and stopped going any further.

Lasi and his followers will board the boat at the ferry by the river, cover themselves as members of the Assassin Gang, and pass through the territory controlled by the Tiger Army.

When someone gets on the boat, someone gets off.

Looking at the poor people who were so grateful to the boatman for rebuilding, and the corpses hidden in the reeds, Lacy, who stood on the bow of the barge, had a look of disdain in his eyes. .

He turned his back to his subordinates and said in a neither gentle nor serious voice.

"...Have you seen those fleeing people on the Everliu River?"

"They are like dogs that have fallen into the water, begging for nothing and crawling to the shore, as if they can live a normal life by climbing on the shore... What a coward, good people don't do anything, they have to go Be a dog."

Everyone was silent.

Although they support Lacy and are not even opposed to him sitting on the throne, it does not mean that they agree with everything he has.

Except for the officers who were his confidants who initially submitted their resignations with him, many people followed him with passion.

There are many people who sympathize with these stowaways and come forward for the reason of helping them at their root cause.

Seeing no one respond, Lacy snorted coldly, but changed the subject.

“It’s shameful to be a dog, but who turned them into dogs?”

"Are they their parents?"

"Are you from here?"

"Is that you?"

"Or Alliance? Legion? Ideal City?"

"None of them! It's that witch camel, his prime minister, his ministers, and the thousands of slave-holding manors and the farmers sitting in the manor! It's these cannibals. The bone-spitting thing turns people into dogs and distorts the relationship between people into dogs and dogs!"

"Today you follow me upstream, not only to save the people of the Yue tribe, but also to save the thousands of slaves! If I are crowned emperor in the future, whether you believe in me or not, I will never let you A Xilan man can act like a pig or a dog again!"

……

A week has passed since Lacy resigned, and the commotion caused by those young men has also been boiling in Kingallen Port for a week.

The entire settlement praised Lacy and the young men, even the old nobles who were most afraid of the plague **** in the past.

Port area.

The breakfast shop not far from the entrance of the Triumph Hotel has the same facade decoration as Dawn City. Occasionally, people wearing blue jackets come here to eat, so this breakfast shop is also very popular among locals.

Two well-dressed men sat at the table, ordered three soup dumplings, ate them with **** vinegar, and pointed at the newly released "Daily Survivor".

"Red Soil" has just finished writing L's story, and finally got to the point, but it doesn't talk about General Lowell, nor does it talk about the red soil. Instead, it uses the diary written by a madman as an introduction, and mentions the food mentioned in the prologue. Tu started talking in detail.

Everyone who read the article broke into a cold sweat.

The dirt chewed in the mouth is like delicious meat, and the **** mud cakes are like human heart and liver.

The protagonist is a madman, and the madman's diary is naturally full of nonsense, but what Mr. Rat wrote seems to be true, which makes people wonder whether his mental state is normal, but after thinking about it more, he also doubts himself. Even the soup dumplings in his mouth no longer taste good.

After a shiver, the two quickly changed the subject and chatted hurriedly about the "Union" that had been bustling in the city recently.

That was the name given to Lacy and the young men who followed him out of the city to fight to overthrow the empire by the young people of Golden Gallen Port. It was also the name they had placed on those people.

At first, it was just a name. Later, some radical young men registered the organization and registered a custodial account at Kingalen's bank in accordance with regulations, and actively raised funds for those people. Now it has the feeling of a group and faction.

Although Lacy, who is still on the road, may not recognize this "post-challenged" status, but presumably he will not refuse the equipment and money delivered to his door.

"I'm afraid that Lacy has bad intentions. I can tell at a glance that he wants to be the emperor."

"Oh, only you can see it?"

"Don't you think this is nonsense."

“I looked through the old books sent by the Alliance and found that the history of the People’s Federation actually contains a constitutional monarchy.”

The Niu tribesman sitting across from him widened his eyes.

"What are you doing that shameful thing? The People's Federation has been buried in the garbage dump of history! You still dig food from the garbage in the garbage dump!"

The Ma tribe member eating soup dumplings gave him a helpless expression.

"But no matter how bad it is, can it be worse than Wutuo?"

The Niu people stopped talking.

That's true...

Who can be more embarrassing than Xi Lan.

Even he has half royal blood, and he also has a title given by the empire.

He usually doesn't even like to talk about those things to others, for fear of being looked down upon.

In the corner of the breakfast shop, a rather mature young man sat there quietly reading the newspaper.

A few plain-looking but powerful guys were sitting around him eating noodles casually. Whenever anyone tried to come closer, they would dissuade them with their eyes.

Except for the guy who came over to refill the tea.

Looking at the newspaper held in the guest's hand, Zayin De said in a very soft voice.

"The news on your page is talking about Youtiao Port. They plan to renovate the port and need more steel, cement, and workers."

Axin raised his eyebrows slightly and smiled at the interesting waiter.

"Can you tell I can't read?"

Za Yinde nodded slightly and said in a gentle tone.

"You are very enthusiastic about knowledge, but beef noodles are best eaten while they are hot. The soup will soak into the noodles and become lumpy."

Axin smiled calmly.

"You're an interesting guy. With a culture like reading books and newspapers, why don't you go to teaching and come here to serve tea and water?"

This man looked familiar, as if he had seen him in the Triumph Hotel, but he was probably fired for some reason.

He could think of the reason. He probably was talking too much while the guests were eating.

This is not a good practice.

That’s why I met myself, a grassroots person who came from the bottom and didn’t have the same experience as him. In addition, this is the territory of the alliance, so he has to act like a good gentleman.

If it were a guy with little ambition, he would definitely have to argue with him.

Of course, it is not ruled out that this brother knew that he would not be the same as him before getting together.

I heard the frivolity in the voice, but Zayinde smiled carelessly.

"Teaching can't change the empire. If I teach one person or teach ten people, nothing will change."

As if he heard something funny, Asin laughed out loud and put down the newspaper in his hand.

"You are an interesting guy. I praised you for being educated, but you stuck a green onion up your nose. Then tell me, how can you change the empire as a waiter?"

Not only Asin laughed out loud, but the gang members sitting aside also laughed.

Except for the silly Kunal.

He didn't find it funny, but simply curled his lips in disdain.

These days, everyone is talking about rebellion. Even the waiter at the breakfast bar is daydreaming about the blue sky.

The owner of the noodle shop winked wildly in this direction, almost crying, trying to push Zayinder away from the **** of plague.

This brother is the leader of the Assassin Gang!

Who in this port doesn’t know what kind of business he is doing?

If it makes him unhappy, he may have to be fished out from the Yongliu River.

However, Zayin De seemed not to see it.

He didn't care about the job he was doing, just as he never cared about the job at the Triumph Hotel.

He came here to work just to wait for the attention of a noble man, and now he has waited.

Whether he can succeed or not depends on God's will. Anyway, this is not the first time he has failed.

With a faint smile, Zayin De continued.

"Being a waiter can't change the empire, but it can save me some travel expenses."

When he heard that he was a "Tao Ren'er" who saved up money to buy a boat ticket, Asin looked down upon him even more, but he didn't show it on his face. He just picked up Kuaizi and ate the noodles.

"... Chip Port, hey, it's a good place, but it only welcomes guys who work hard. I advise you to change your short-sightedness and short-sightedness, and do things slowly, not like a golden gallon at all. I’m afraid people from Hong Kong can’t even be a noodle shop waiter.”

He was somewhat annoyed.

What he didn't expect was that the guy said.

"Where are we going to French Fries Port? I'm going to Dawn City."

"What are you doing there?" Asin stopped and glanced at him, but he didn't want the guy to say something shocking.

"Lasi can't make it happen, and neither can Jodu. No one in the entire Kingallon Port can save Borneo. There is no one in 10,000 chance that what happened in Boulder City will happen again here... They all There is one thing missing, and that thing is in Dawn City."

Looking sharply at the astonished Asin, Zayinde put his hands on the table.

"I don't want to watch the youth of Borneo bleed in vain, I have to go there and bring it back!"